You again? /Trixya\

16 | Seven minutes in heaven

|smut warning lol|

Katya's POV
Trixie pulls me into the closet, as you can imagine there isn't much space, she puts her arms around my neck and grins - although it's pretty dark in here so I'm just guessing.

"Trixie- hang on" I laugh, pulling away from her desperate kisses. She leans closer and I back up again, my head knocks against the closet wall meaning I can't move any further, she begins to kiss my neck.

"Trixie-" I moan slightly, she smiles against my neck and continues to kiss.

"Trixie are you okay?" I sigh, putting my hands on her shoulders and pushing her gently off me. She sighs in frustration and takes a small step backwards.

"Of course I'm okay" She replies, slightly drunkenly.

"Something traumatic just happened to you, you can't just be 'okay'!" I say, her eyes quickly bolt to avoid mine.

"I don't wanna talk about it." She says stiffly.

"You don't have to talk about it but you're drunk, you aren't thinking clearly" I sigh, brushing her cheek with my hand.

"Well what else are we gonna do in this stupid stuffy closet?" She asks, looking around the small dark space. I shrug and lean against the wall, sliding down onto the ground, Trixie does the same so we're sitting opposite each other.

"I love you." Trixie whispers, breaking the silence. I look up at her dark shadowy face.

"I love you too, Trixie." I answer quietly, she sits up on her heels and leans closer to kiss me, I hesitate briefly before allowing our lips to meet. She smiles and places a hand on my cheek, deepening our kiss. She leans me back onto the ground, my legs bent up so that we can fit. Trixie sits on top of me, her face inches from mine and her hands pinning mine to the ground above my head.

She kisses me again, dragging her lips further onto my neck, leaving rough kisses as she goes. She kisses down from my neck onto my chest, down the plunging neckline of my dress.

She grabs at the straps on my shoulders and pulls them down, revealing my black bralette. She kisses me again and slips her hands into my bra, against my bare skin.

She squeezes gently as she works my neck, kissing and biting, the perfect mix of pleasure and pain, I grasp at the back of her neck.
"Trixie-" I gasp, she smiles against my skin and disregards my half-hearted protests.

I tip my head back in pleasure, trying to keep any noise from escaping my lips.
Suddenly the door swings open, Trixie scrambles away from me and I sit up.

"Oh! I'm sorry-" gasped a girl standing in the open door, I think her name is Ariel.

"Have fun" She laughs, grabbing a jacket from behind my head and shutting the door as she leaves.

Trixie sits up and shuffles back, against the wall of the closet, rubbing her face.

"Trixie, you okay?" I ask, sitting up and shuffling beside her. She nods, her face still buried in her hands.

"Everything your body language says is telling me otherwise..." I sigh.

"I know, I'm sorry... I just- I wanted to be ready, I thought I was-" she replies sadly, I can see the tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes as she speaks.

"Hey, Trixie you don't have to be ready, you don't have to do anything." I tell her firmly. She looks up into my eyes sadly.

"I'm sorry..." She says quietly, I take her hands in mine and squeeze them tight.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. It takes time, especially after something like what happened to you." I say, she purses her lips and nods.
I lean over and pull her into my arms. I wish I knew a way to help her feel safer, from her dad, and from any man that looks at her...

"Come on, I'm taking you back to mine." I decide, standing up,
(with difficulty in the small space)
and lifting her with me. We push the door open and join the group who are still playing spin the bottle.

"Well kids it's been fun, but Trix and I are gonna dip." I announce.

"Thanks for everything Vi, I'll text you tomorrow" Trixie smiles to her friend.
I nod my head with Trixie's sentiment and wave goodbye to everyone.

Finally we are outside in the cool fresh air. Trixie takes a deep breath, I can practically see her head sobering up as the ice cold air fills her lungs.
I squeeze her hand and she looks over,
forcing a vague smile onto her lips.

"I'm too fucked to drive, let's walk home, I'll pick up my car tomorrow." I say, rubbing my pounding head with the heel of my hand.
I reach into the pocket of my black leather jacket and retrieve a carton of cigarettes.
From my peripheral I spy Trixie eyeing the box in my hand.

"Do you want one?" I ask, offering the carton out to her.

"I don't smoke, thanks though." She shakes her head.
She's lying.

"There's no point trying to preserve your reputation when you're with me." I smirk. She bites her lip and shrugs, nodding.
I flip the lid and she takes one, lighting it with the lighter I hand over.
She takes a deep drag and exhales a big puff of smoke.

- large ish skip because I'm struggling to write interesting stuff :/ -

The loud ringing of my phone's alarm wakes me up suddenly, I roll over and hit the off button. Trixie's arm clings around my waist comfortingly, she's still sleeping safely, I wish there could be a way to keep her safe, protect her forever.
My mom drinks too much to notice when Trixie stays so she's been round a lot these past few weeks, and my sisters know better than to tell on me.
I sit up carefully so as not to wake the beautiful girl beside me, she barely stirs, she's been so exhausted.

I reach for my laptop and type something into Google, and begin searching.

hi, I'm so so sorry for the irregular uploads, the crappy writing and the fact I'm already ending this fic so early. I'm planning another chapter, and then I'm sad to say we'll be ending our journey. I started this fic a while ago and unfortunately (as much as I love these two) I'm not interested in writing about them any more.
You guys deserve more, you deserve better quality writing, you deserve a better ending, hopefully what I have planned will be good enough.
Thank you, and I'm sorry again.