The Top Of The Mountain ✔️~ trixya

Knowing You Again

The week passes by quickly and suddenly Saturday is here. I had expected Trixie to pick a high class restaurant, but instead she suggested that we go to Dave & Buster's which took me by surprise. I did agree, of course. Arcades aren't usually my thing but I'd never say no to those honey-brown eyes asking me earnestly. 

"Oh my god, I haven't been here in forever!" She says excitedly as we walk through the doors, her smile big and bright and her eyes practically glowing.

She looks beautiful, not at all ready to spend an evening at Dave & Buster's, but beautiful. She's wearing a pink patterned dress with puff sleeves, and a white short sleeved shirt underneath which peeks out from the neckline of the dress. On her feet are thin socks with a lace trim and white  platform pumps. She looks like a doll, now more than ever, and there's something so weirdly enchanting about that fact when she's in an environment that's in many ways so far from her aesthetic.

"Not that I'm complaining or anything, but why did you pick a Dave & Buster's?" I ask her as we sit down in the dining area. 

Honestly, I had been complaining a bit, not to Trixie, but certainly on the phone to my friends as I tried to find clothes in my wardrobe that wouldn't be too uncomfortable, too underdressed for a date, or deemed too inappropriate by the arcade. In the end I had settled on black skinny jeans, a red fitted top with Svetlana Loboda's face on it and an oversized black blazer.

"Simple; I never got to go as a child so now it's a guilty pleasure of mine. And well... I feel like most people I meet would never be able to have fun in an environment like this. Almost everyone I've dated have been too stuck up to even say yes to going, but you weren't, and that tells me a lot about you."

"Well, in that case, I am honored to join you at this lovely Dave & Busters, madam." I reply in a jokingly posh voice, giving her a slight bow. 

She breaks out in laughter and I can do nothing but sit there smiling at her as if she's put the moon in the sky. Trixie's laughter is loud, louder now than it's been in the studio. Most would probably be annoyed by it, in fact I can see some people turn their heads in our direction, but to me it's the most beautiful sound.  She seems so young like this, in this environment, so carefree. It's almost like seeing the Trixie she never got to be growing up. 

"Sorry, I honestly hate my laugh." She says, holding a hand over her mouth.

"I love it." I admit, a little too fast.

"Really? You don't think it's awful?" 

"Nope, it's gloriously unhinged and I love that." I tell her.

"Wow, gloriously unhinged? I seriously doubt that that's a compliment." Trixie says, laughter escaping her again.

"Sure it is! It's like saying; she's a cunt but I love her." 

"Me about my mom." Trixie deadpans. The comment takes me off guard and makes me break out into a fit of wheezy laughter. As I try to calm down I grab for her wrist and hold onto it, quickly apologizing for grabbing her arm afterwards. 

The night goes better than expected and soon enough we find ourselves heading back to my apartment. As soon as we've gotten inside, Trixie's eyes are on the countless sketches and paintings in my living room, looking more interested in my artwork than I've ever seen anyone else be. 

"Sorry, I should've cleaned up more but I was running late, and I wasn't really sure of how well tonight would go and -"

"Katya, it's fine, don't stress. Honestly, I'd expect nothing less from you. You're a free-thinking artist who goes wherever her art takes her after all." Trixie teases. 

"Oh fuck off." I reply.

"Seriously though, have you made all these?" She asks as she walks around the room, slowly taking in all the artworks.

"Yeah, these are all mine." 

"They're beautiful, especially this one." Trixie says, stopping in front of a newly finished painting. 

It's of her, and I wonder for a moment if she realizes or not, but she doesn't seem to. It's a portrait of her, of the way I see her when she's standing on stage, the warm glow of spotlights surrounding her almost like a halo.

"There's so much care in the strokes... she must be special."

"Of course she is. Trixie, that's you." I reply. 

"Wait, really?" She asks as she turns around to face me.

"Yes! Did I paint you that badly?"

"No!" She quickly says. "I just... I didn't want to assume, I know I did with the painting of the girl with the guitar, but this seems less obvious, not that... I mean that painting was also so beautiful. But like... this makes me look like some ethereal being, and I obviously don't really look like that and-"

"You do to me. Trixie, this painting, this is exactly how I see you." I tell her.

And then her lips are on mine, those soft pillowy lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss as she pushes me against the wall. I moan as her lips find my neck, her teasing kisses slowly driving me insane. I pull her closer, my hands coming down to squeeze her ass, and in return she tugs at my earlobe slightly before kissing the skin beneath it.

"Where's your bedroom?" Trixie asks in a seductive tone before capturing my lips in another kiss.

"Door on the right." I reply breathlessly when she pulls away again. 

She takes my hand and leads me into the room as if she's the owner of the apartment. She pushes me down on the bed before pulling her dress and shirt off in one swift movement. I breathe in sharply as I take in the goddess in front of me, now dressed only in light pink lingerie, socks and heels. Trixie Mattel is nothing short of a masterpiece there she stands in front of me, every line and curve of her body pure perfection. 

"Do you want this? Do you want me?" Trixie asks as she slowly walks towards me. 

"More than anything." I confess. She smiles playfully before placing one foot up on the bed right in front of me, high enough for the wet patch in her panties to be on display.

"Then prove it, I dare you."