a girl like you - trixya

19.

Katya's POV

(Song of the chapter: Slow Dance- Olivia Olson)

Trixie and I had been napping. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my waist and I had snuggled my face into her warm, bare shoulder. As I returned to consciousness I looked up at her sleeping face. Everything about Trixie was intoxicating to me. Her smile, her laugh, the way her eyes shone when she sung. I was falling deeper every day. Honestly, it scared me. I've never had anything serious. Ever. I'm known as the girl who sleeps around and that's true; it's easier. No feelings and no chance that your heart could be broken. But with Trixie it was as if I had taken my own heart out and had held it up to her bare, naked and vulnerable. Yet I liked it. She makes me feel like no one else has, I feel like a someone with her, she makes makes me want to live, and really live. Not just exist.

God she's so beautiful. Lying peacefully I can fully admire her without her usual blushes or eye rolls. Her face is lit red by the light through my curtains, it's odd seeing her in red, the light cuts out her cheekbones and the contours of her plump soft lips upon which mine now feel so at home. She stirs in her sleep slightly and moans groggily as she starts to open her eyes. "Hi" I whisper up at her, she groans, "what time is it? How long did we nap for? I need to be home before 9." I giggle at her post-nap confusion and draw small reassuring circles over her exposed arm. "It's only 8 Trix, you're fine." She sighs in relief and snuggles back down, tightening her hands around my waist and sighing into my neck. "I'll get up in a second and get dressed" she says and I shake my head, already dreading her leaving.

I lie in her arms perfectly content. This is how it should always be. Me painting, Trixie singing and us together in bed. I feel Trixie squirm next to me and she slowly gets up, unhooking her arms from around my waist. I frown at the loss of contact and prop myself up against the headboard so that I'm sitting up.

Fuck. I don't think I'll ever get used to the sight of Trixie. She stands up, her silhouette clear against the fading red light. She's naked except her pants and, honestly, I'm pretty sure I could die happy right now. Her full figure makes me want to drool and I fight the urge to drag her back to bed, instead biting my lip. She turns to me as she picks up her top and begins to pull it over head, "what?" She questions, raising an eyebrow. "You know exactly what" I reply scanning my eyes up and down her body, and she rolls her eyes. She doesn't know how crazily, insanely good looking she is.

She shimmies back on her floaty trousers and I feel an immediate sadness when I see her lacing her trainers. That means she's leaving. I shuffle to the edge of the bed and stick my bottom lip out, "please don't go" I beg, half jokingly. She smiles down at me and pulls me into a soft, gentle kiss. "I would if I could" she whispers against my lips and with one final peck she slips out the door.

Collapsing back down onto the bed I smile into my pillow which still smells like Trixie. Beautiful, lovely, funny, talented, darling Trixie.

My Trixie.