Tightrope.- Trixya

6

"No, no, stop!"

The room where the two girls were staying was filled with laughter. Sleeping beauty sang on the TV as Katya tried to steal naughty kisses from her girlfriend, both wearing the same pajamas that Trixie had bought for them at Christmas and was genuinely happy with each other's company.

"But baby," Trixie laughed at the childish tone of her girlfriend, "I want to kiss you."

"And I want to see the movie."

"We've seen it a million times," the other blonde looked at her with fake indignation, "Well, you've seen it a million times, but in my defense, I wanted to see the lion king, the animals that speak are my favorites."

"But the lion king doesn't have a princess."

"Why do I want another princess if I already have one?"

Trixie smiled before sitting on her lap, wrapping her arms around the other girl's neck, but quickly her hands found themselves playing with the edges of her T-shirt.

"You, miss Zamolodchikova, just want to get into my pants."

"And is that bad?" Asked the Russian with a smile as she felt the other girl slowly rubbing herself on her lap.

"Maybe."

"Uh?"

"It depends on if you plan to do something about it."

Katya smirked before attacking her lips, vaguely feeling a trace of her raspberry lipstick. The other girl had increased the speed of her movements, trying to generate as much friction as possible with her girlfriend's thigh.

With some work, she managed to remove her shirt, smiling when she saw the girl wearing a cute pink bra. Her lips gradually descended to her neck while her hands pressed her breasts and stimulated her nipples above the cloth. It was true that things had escalated too fast, but in defense of the Russian, it had been ages since the last time she had had her girlfriend so excited.

"Katya..." sighed the girl, only to then let out a moan, "Kat, talk me dirty."

The other girl's heart, beat quickly and was a fireworks release in the lower part of her stomach when she heard the blonde's request.

But they were interrupted.

"Katya? May I open?" Her mother's voice was heard on the other side of the door.

"No!" both shouted at the same time.

The Russian helped the other girl put on her shirt before getting up and opening it to her mother, while Trixie tried to look as natural as possible from the bed.

"What's going on?" asked an overacted Katya.

"Well, your father rushed out to work, and I asked myself if you would like to have something specifically for dinner, I would love to spend some time with you. You never let me talk to Trixie, and I really want to know how she gets such beautiful hair."

Katya was about to say no when she was interrupted by her girlfriend.

"We would love it, Mrs. Zamo!" said a happy Trixie as the Russian just growled, "Whatever you decide for dinner is fine."

The woman nodded with emotion, and Katya couldn't be angry at her for interrupting her private moment.

"You look so cute with your matching pajamas! Maybe I can take some pictures of you in front of the Christmas tree even though Christmas is over."