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The rising sun was painting stripes through the blinds onto Trixie’s curvy frame and Katya was hypnotized. She'd woken up extremely thirsty, but now that she'd seen the beauty next to her, couldn't pull herself out of bed to get water.
Waking up to Trixie wasn't new. She'd adjusted over the past few days to the way her hair would cover every square inch of her pillow, her face, and Katya's pillow, to the way her mouth hung slightly open, to the way she'd always have tucked the blanket between her knees. However, Katya wasn't used to the post-sex buzz in her own limbs, or the way Trixie's nipple puckered in the cool morning air, or the way gravity pulled on her stomach to really expose the deep curve of her waistline on one side. Katya knew she needed to get up for water, but it was physically difficult to leave the bed. The bed on which she'd properly fucked Trixie, or more realistically, gotten fucked by Trixie. Was Trixie really that good or was that what sex with feelings was like? Either way, Katya was hooked.
She stretched her legs out slowly and swung them over to her side of the bed so she could stand. Her side. She and Trixie already had sides of the bed, and the domesticity of that thought sent jolts of happiness through her limbs..
She carefully padded into the kitchen and drank an entire glass of water, refilled it, and carried it with her. Upon returning, she saw Trixie leaned against her pillows, eyes open, smiling.
“I didn't mean to wake you,” Katya whispered, hesitant to disturb the peace of early dawn.
“It's okay,” Trixie shrugged, hand held out for the water glass. Katya passed it along and curled up under Trixie’s chin as she took a sip and set the glass aside.
“You know, I expected you to be a pillow princess,” Katya muttered, tucking her legs over Trixie’s.
“Sexism, heteronormativity, the color pink,” Trixie sighed, nuzzling into Katya's hair, “Discuss later, sleep more.”
Katya nodded in agreement and settled in for a few more hours of rest.
When they awoke again, it was to the sound of both of their phones dinging chaotically in the other room.
“I got it,” Trixie assured, lightly brushing over Katya’s arm before climbing out of bed. Katya grinned at her naked ass jiggling as she left.
“Group chat,” Trixie explained, plopping back down, “Wanna go to brunch?”
Of course, it was Sunday. And the world had not in fact stopped the second she'd kissed Trixie. They still had a group of friends and plans to keep and lives to live. Katya sighed heavily.
“I do, but I mostly want to spend all day in bed with you,” Katya whined, worming her way into Trixie’s embrace while the other girl still typed away.
“You can come back over after if you want.” Trixie kissed Katya’ forehead. Katya read the messages on her phone as she scrolled through the group chat. They had argued over a place, which is probably why there had been enough notifications to wake them up, but Willam had seemingly put her foot down, if the all capital letters of her texts gave any indication.
Katya stretched again before kissing Trixie’s cheek and rolling out of her embrace and bed. She located her underwear from the night before and got dressed. Trixie followed suit. In the bathroom, they shared a mirror as they did hair and makeup in the same way they had been all week. Katya had never felt this complacent after a hookup, but then again, this was more than a hookup.
Katya drove them in Trixie’s car, with her hand on Trixie’s thigh the whole time. Trixie played around on her phone while Katya hummed to music.
“Do we tell them?” Trixie asked, turning her head.
“That we finally fucked?” Katya glanced over to see hurt on Trixie's face.
“Is that all there is to tell them?” Katya’s heart pounded faster.
“Of course not,” she assured, squeezing her thigh, “I just don’t feel like causing a scene.” Trixie brought Katya's hand to her mouth to kiss before letting it fall back to her leg. A slow sigh made its way out of Trixie’s lips.
Parking was a bitch, but when was it not? Finding seating for such a large party was somehow less of a bitch, and Katya looked proudly around at her clustered friend group she had seen grow recently.
There was Trannika and Kim, who Katya met through Trixie, then Pearl, the one who had started it all by bringing Trixie and Katya together, and Violet, who Katya was pleased to see sitting by Pearl, listening to her every word. Next to her was SheaandSasha, which is how Katya tended to think of the couple despite really liking them as individuals, Bob sat between Sasha and Alaska, and next to Alaska was Willam and someone Katya hadn't met before but had an Austrialian accent and the most beautiful smile. Trixie took the open seat next to Trannika and Katya obediently followed and sat beside Willam’s friend.
“Did you guys ride together?” Pearl asked before they could even settle in. She might have been a slow speaker, but she certainly wasn't as slow of a thinker as people assumed.
“You can take the fake couple out of Wisconsin but you can't take the fake couple out of them,” Bob laughed. Katya caught Kim’s suspicious glare in her direction.
“Hi, I'm Katya,” she introduced herself to the girl Willam was now touching possessively.
“Courtney, nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you while we waited,” the girl laughed, “I wouldn't be late around these guys again.”
“Noted,” Katya nodded. She glanced at Trixie, who seemed to be gushing about the wedding with Kim. Katya caught Pearl’s eye and nodded approvingly towards Violet, which caused the girl to blush.
“And Katya was a fucking master at it,” Trixie gushed, reaching for her hand. Katya turned in towards her. “Seriously, if she ever needs extra cash, she will be set.”
Katya preened under the praise, throwing overly sexy looks at anyone who was listening to Trixie. A waitress came around and offered them glasses for the pitchers of mimosas on the table. Katya took one for Trixie and ordered a coffee for herself.
“Here, sweets,” Katya said, handing her a full glass.
“Thank you,” Trixie beamed, her cheeks pink.
“Katya, tell them I'm right,” Sasha insisted from across the table. She was having a heated discussion with Bob and Alaska about Russian politics. Katya reached for Trixie’s hand under the table and leaned towards the activists of the group.
They were still holding hands when orders were taken, and as Trixie went to hand the server her menu, Willam screeched.
“Uh unh, have y’all been holding hands this whole time?” Her voice halted all the conversations at the table.
Katya blushed deeply while Trixie just scoffed.
“Please, Willam,” she replied, “You've practically gotten to third base with your date. Stop deflecting.”
Willam’s honking laughter rang out moments later and the matter was dropped.
“Sorry about that,” Katya whispered to Courtney.
“I don't mind. Bill’s handsy, and I’m not in town that often. It's not like we are hiding it.” Courtney shrugged. “Are you trying to hide it?” She gestured to where Trixie’s knee was pressed against Katya’s own.
“It’s new,” Katya fumbled for words, “But it’s not new? I don’t know what they told you.”
“That you were both in love with each other and hadn’t admitted it,” Courtney filled in with ease, bringing her drink to her lips.
“Well, I guess we admitted it finally?” Katya chuckled, “But you’ve seen these idiots. I don’t want to deal with all of their shit.”
“They don’t seem to bother Shea,” Courtney indicated towards how Shea’s hand was possessively on Sasha’s shoulder as she maintained her passionate conversation with Bob.
“We met them together, it’s different,” Katya dismissed. Why was she even having this conversation with this stranger? And how was she getting away with privacy? She furtively glanced around, finding Willam watching something on Alaska’s phone, Trixie talking to Kim and Trannika at a mile a minute, and Pearl softly whispering to Violet.
“We were introduced through this group, and we spent so long denying any feelings we had to ourselves and to them, so to like, prove them right,” Katya gestured with her hands.
“You like her?” Courtney asked point-blank. Katya nodded. “You wanna date her?”
“More than I’m comfortable with,” Katya admitted. Courtney laughed.
“Then fuck them. They want you happy, and the teasing is worth the trade off if you get what you want.” Katya raised her eyebrows in approval.
“I like you,” Katya smiled, “You should stick around.”
“That’s what I’ve been saying!” Willam re-joined their conversation.
“I know, but I’ll be back in three weeks,” Courtney cooed, stroking Willam’s hair.
“Already moving on?” Trixie teased, whispering into Katya’s ear. She jumped in surprise. “Telling other pretty blonde girls you like them?” She could hear the smile and smell the mimosa on Trixie’s tongue. She turned her head to look into her bright eyes.
“God, I wanna kiss you so bad right now,” Trixie mumbled, inches away from Katya.
“Do it,” Katya encouraged.
“But you said,” Trixie’s eyebrows knitted in confusion.
“If you wanna kiss me, kiss me,” Katya cut her off. The last thing she saw was Trixie’s beaming smile before her eyes closed automatically as their lips connected. It wasn’t a very long kiss, and a chaste one for their recent track record, but Katya felt it warm her all the way to her toes.
“I’m a fucking matchmaker!” Pearl shouted.
“Finally,” Alaska drawled.
“Get it!” Willam and Courtney cheered.
“I have definitely missed some of this story,” Kim complained.
Katya laughed and pulled Trixie in for another kiss.
“Alright, who had the eggs benedict?” An unfamiliar voice rang out. Suddenly, plates and plates of food were being placed around the table and their kiss was being forgotten by the base level love every West Hollywood lesbian has for brunch.
“Okay but seriously,” Trannika called across the table, “Last I heard from Trixie, she was crying about how she’d never find love. What happened?” Katya shot a sad, questioning look towards Trixie who just waved a finger.
“Nuh uh, not fair, I was trashed,” Trixie retorted, “you can’t hold that against me.”
“Nah girl,” Shea chimed in, “We got the text.” She put on a Midwest accent, “This is me finally acknowledging my feelings for Katya Zamolodchikova and also telling you all that I am officially over her. Please set me up with all the hot lesbians you know, no Russians allowed.”
“Yeah, but that was at like three am, cut her some slack,” Kim defended.
“What?” Katya asked quietly, her hand going to Trixie’s waist, “When was this?”
“The night of the wedding,” Trixie answered and went back to arguing with her friends. Katya looked to Alaska who also looked worried.
“I’m a theater kid, goddammit, let me be dramatic when my feelings are hurt!” Trixie squealed, “Besides, I was wrong, she does like me and it’s all fine now.”
“Why would you ever think she didn’t like you?” Alaska jumped in, “Have you ever watched her?”
“The way she follows you around like a puppy,” Violet added.
“She laughs at all of your jokes, even the really stupid ones,” Trannika said.
“The only girls she’s fucked since meeting you have been curvy and blonde,” Willam snickered.
“Ohmygod, shut up,” Katya cried. She turned to Trixie, pulling on the tips of her hair to get her attention. “When did I hurt your feelings, baby?” Trixie sighed.
“When you kissed me at the wedding, I thought that it was it, the moment, but then you apologized for kissing me, and I thought you were just trying to play the part for my family.” Trixie shrugged, avoiding eye contact.
“I did all of that to protect you though!” Katya grabbed both of her hands. “I wanted to save you and show you and them that you are so much better than them. I only apologized because I wasn’t sure if you’d want me. I figured if you did, I’d be there as your real girlfriend, not a pretend one!”
Trixie stood up, hands still linked with Katya’s.
“We’ll be right back,” Trixie said, not taking her eyes off of Katya. Katya followed willingly as they walked out of the restaurant and out onto the sidewalk. Trixie crowded her against the brick wall outside.
“No more misunderstandings, no more kept secrets, no more pretending,” Trixie breathed. Katya nodded. “Be my girlfriend.”
“Yeah,” Katya whispered, “Yes.” She surged forward for a kiss, relishing in it when Trixie stepped forward so that her whole body was covered by her.
“We are so stupid,” Katya giggled, wiping lipstick off of Trixie’s chin.
“Eh, I think we’re getting better,” Trixie smiled, kissing her fingertips.
“I am so sorry for--” Katya began but was cut off by another kiss.
“Hush, it’s okay.” Trixie smiled. “C’mon girlfriend, let’s go finish our breakfast so I can take you back to bed.”
“Yes ma’am,” Katya laughed, smacking her ass. They walked back in and took a seat, practically unnoticed because Shea was in the middle of a story that had everyone’s attention.
“Told ya,” Courtney whispered to Katya before looking back towards Shea. Katya chuckled.
Katya felt her phone vibrate and looked down. It was a picture, from Alaska, of Katya and Trixie smiling at each other, inches away from each other’s lips, outside the restaurant. She looked up at Alaska.
“I had to pee, and it was cute,” Alaska shrugged. Katya tapped Trixie’s thigh to show her.
“Can I post this?” she asked. Trixie grinned and nodded.
She went to instagram, threw on a cute filter, and posted it without a caption. When she put her phone back down, Trixie picked up hers and regrammed it, which cross posted it to Facebook, where she tagged Katya. Soon, her phone lit up again with a new notification.
“Facebook official?” Katya questioned. Trixie shrugged.
“You made it instagram official, I’m just following your lead,” Trixie said dismissively. “You don’t have to accept it if you don’t want.”
“Are you kidding me? I’m hiring a skywriter tomorrow,” Katya scoffed, holding the phone out for Trixie to accept it for her. Katya was clueless about facebook.
Katya watched as Trixie’s phone lit up on the table.
Mom: I’m so happy you and Katya feel comfortable enough to post that pic! Seems like bringing her home helped, huh?
Katya pressed a kiss into Trixie’s smiling cheek.
Trixie: More than you know :)