We Rose Up Slowly

Chapter Sixteen

It was near noon, Katya was standing on the balcony, enjoying a cigarette as the wind hit her face. She was determined to have a talk with Trixie after calling her psychologist while crying. Katya defined and saw her therapist as a human angel, someone who had made her life better the second she was part of her life. Her feelings were so repressed while being a child, especially after her mother passed away. When she got a place to vent, wonder, and express herself, her mind became a lot clearer. Her therapist had helped her through some of the toughest trauma, teaching her to grow from it. Yesterday, she came to the conclusion to have a talk with Trixie, maybe she should try to communicate for once.

After her chat with her therapist, she wrote everything she had to say on a sheet of paper. She immediately threw it away, it was too deep and honest, and it even scared Katya away. Instead, she wrote things she would actually dare to say and share in front of Trixie. Her therapist told her that no matter how many stuttering and pauses occurred, if Katya said what she needed to say, everything would be easier. She tried to make it as simple as possible, to get her point through, but also to not patronize Trixie and offend her. Katya bit her lip as she put off the cigarette, her sweat staining the note she held in her other hand. Trixie could burst through that door at any moment.

"Hey," Trixie announced as she opened the door.

"Hi," Katya turned around, bringing the hand holding the note close to her body.

"Everything's right?" Trixie left her things on the couch. "You seem stressed."

"I am," She felt the paper almost ripping in her hand. "I wanna talk about it."

"About what?" Trixie furrowed a brow as Katya came closer to her.

"Don't play dumb," Katya rolled her eyes. "You're smart enough."

"I don't have time for this, I need to buy some books, so stop wasting my time." Trixie turned around, with the intention of going to her room.

"Trixie," Katya grabbed her arm and turned her around, her voice spoke upset. 

Trixie felt those tingles in her lower stomach appear once again, and as she stared into those blue eyes she wasn't mad about it. Katya's mad tone and face were hot, she couldn't deny it. Katya's eyes stared at her's but they quickly moved to Trixie's lips, she bit them, intentionally. Katya looked back into Trixie's eyes, this time with less anger. This type of interaction didn't seem uncomfortable or forced, Katya saw Trixie's eyes fall to her lips. Katya suspired when Trixie laid a hand on her cheeks and gave in, kissing her. It wasn't tender, Katya didn't want it to be, and Trixie didn't seem to care. 

"You're so hot when you're mad," Trixie said in between the kisses.

"So you've found me hot every single time you've talked to me?" Katya said as her hands traveled throughout Trixie's body.

"I can't be that annoying can't I?" Trixie asked while looking up at Katya's eyes.

"You'd be surprised," Katya lifted her chin and kissed her, still not tender.

Katya's hands were now positioned on Trixie's waist, daring to go lower, her pinky going down to her hips. Trixie held to Katya's neck tightly as they kissed. Katya was slowly forgetting all of her worries as their tongues tangled, letting herself fall into the kiss. She could take this further, slip her hands under Trixie's shirt and squish her boobs while she was on her knees making her scream. Katya almost scoffed at how fast her mind could take her to... interesting places. Meanwhile, Trixie was on cloud nine, enjoying Katya's touch in every way possible. She felt Katya's hands wanting to go lower, so she grabbed one of them and brought them lower. She didn't need to be drunk to enjoy this after all.