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His Dark Materials: Secrets of Cittàgazze and the Meaning of Pan’s Different Forms

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The terrible problem of creating sets for film and television, says His Dark Materials production designer Joel Collins, is that the very best work is invisible. “When you build a world that isn’t real but looks real, everyone thinks you didn’t do anything! You must have just stayed at home or popped along to Oxford and dialled it in.”

“Or you just went to Italy,” laughs Framestore VFX Supervisor Russell Dodgson, whose team are responsible for, among many other computer-generated elements, His Dark Materials’ daemons.

To make Cittàgazze, one of season two’s big new locations, the team didn’t just go to Italy. They went everywhere, borrowing styles and inspiration from around the world and bringing it home to a backlot in Cardiff, where the spiralling town was built from scratch.

Cittàgazze Harbour concept art. Copyright: Painting Practice.

“In a lot of world-building fantasy shows, it’s about making the most ridiculous landscape and having big monsters chase everyone around,” says Dodgson. “But a big part of mine and Joel’s jobs are flavouring the story, giving it seasoning rather than smashing you in the face with it. If a daemon can just show a hint of subtext without overpowering the main performance, then we’ve done our job on the VFX side. With Joel’s stuff, it’s very rare that he hits you with a sledgehammer visually.”

It’s about including detail in such a way that viewers don’t stare directly at it, but would sense if it wasn’t there, says Collins. “Without it, things would look cardboardy or fake.”

Now that Cittàgazze has been unveiled on screen, Collins and Dodgson give Den of Geek a closer look at episode one’s behind-the-scenes details and Easter Eggs, from the town to BAMFing witches, and the meaning behind Pan’s new look…

Cittàgazze: the City of Magpies

Behind the Bad Wolf studios in Cardiff, on a patch of land where the cast trailers were stood in season one, Joel Collins and his design team built the streets of Cittàgazze. There was no question of filming the six month shoot on location – no tourist town would allow such a takeover. 120 real locations though, provided inspiration to the design team.

“We went to Morocco and bought huge amounts of windows and doors – the ones we didn’t make,” says Collins. “We went all over Europe buying details. It’s an Italianate town, an intriguing Mediterranean, slightly exotic place.” The town represents a new start for Lyra after the hardships of the North. “We needed to start afresh. Everything she was doing was moving on, so tonally the town needed to feel like a place of intrigue and interest to take her away from everything that’s gone before.”

Cittàgazze buildings, Escher-inspired roof tile design and concept sketch. Copyright: Painting Practice.

The concept for Cittàgazze’s mountainous land and seascapes were inspired by Guilin in China and Hawaii’s Kauai. The VFX team spent six days in Kauai, filming helicopter and ground shots to get coverage not available in Wales. The end result, says Dodgson, was a slightly weird mix of tropical and Mediterranean, which was perfect for the town’s multiple nature as a crossroads between worlds. It’s a magpie city, stealing elements from here, there and everywhere.

“If you walk around that set, every banister has got the knife sculpted into it,” enthuses Dodgson. “The bricks are magpie-shaped. It’s filled with detail and everything is thought about. You can’t just do shots of those things, because there’s no point of view for that, it’s too on-the-nose, as if you’re just watching your own work too much, but when it’s there just seasoning the tone of it, it’s at its best.”

M.C. Escher: a Lost Cittàgazzan?

Cittàgazze’s Escher-inspired steps and concept sketch. Copyright: HBO/BBC and Painting Practice.

When production designer Joel Collins was creating Cittàgazze’s spiralling town, he took inspiration from an old favorite. “I’ve always liked M.C. Escher for the heaven and hell connection in his work, the way he weaves things invisibly, merging from one to the next.” Cittàgazze’s staircase motif and cleverly interlocking tile designs are tributes to the work of Escher, who was famed for his optical illusions.

While researching Escher’s work, Collins developed a fan theory about the Dutch artist and mathematician. “I found that he’d done a huge amount of drawings of Italian mountain towns. and I felt that I’d stumbled across an actual Cittàgazzan, who’d fallen into our world through a window and never made it back!

Escher-inspired interlocking magpie floor tiles. Copyright: Painting Practice.

“If you look at his work, it’s almost as if he’s drawing Cittàgazze in lots of ways. I built this weird story in my head that ultimately, Escher had spent his life stuck in our world, drawing his way out of it, trying to explain to everyone where he was from, and everyone just thought he was bonkers, but there he is constantly drawing these mountain towns and these weird connections going ‘I’m actually not from here!’”

Torre degli Angeli: the Tower of Angels

Tower of Angels concept art. Copyright: Painting Practice.

Look closely at the tower rising up over the spiralling town in this article’s header image and you’ll seen an important design echo. The tower’s spiked roof is twisted to match the base of the Subtle Knife (as glimpsed in the season two trailer here). The original idea, says Collins, was to have the tower topped by the knife. “I stuck the actual knife on top of the tower and it looked like a kid’s toy, it was absurd, it really didn’t work, so that’s how it became the twisted roof.”

It wasn’t easy to get right, notes Dodgson. “The reference to the knife in the design of the tower was the only thing that almost caught us out, but we managed to tweak our way through it. When you view a twist from below, it becomes a weird perspective-bender so me and Joel ended up adjusting it and playing around with a few design things.”  

Cittàgazze knife and angel wings balcony detail; knife brick design; magpie balcony. Copyright: Painting Practice.

Each design element in His Dark Materials has a story explanation, even if it’s only for the designers to know. The team devised a centuries-old history for Cittàgazze’s island, which began life as a small mound of rock, says Collins. “We built a story around the fact that the knife was forged on that site 300 years earlier and that forge became the base of the tower. The tower was built up, up, up, all the way up to the skies for the angels to protect the knife at the top and the town grew around the tower. That means the tower fell through the floor deep into the underground and went all the way down to its original forge where the knife was made.”

Reinventing the Witches

Mrs Coulter removing cloud-pine from a captive witch. Copyright: BBC/HBO

One change between His Dark Materials and Philip Pullman’s books fans will have noted in series one is that the TV series witches don’t fly using cloud-pine brooms. “They don’t get onto a broom and fly into the air like a witch does in a standard witchy way,” says Collins, who also serves as executive producer on the series. “We’ve reinvented witches to be what we think witches should be – as if this is what they’ve always been and everyone else got it wrong.”

As explained by a gruesome plot point in the series two opening episode, a witch’s cloud-pine is under their skin. “It’s in their system,” says Collins. “We’ve put the broom inside in the sense that the thing that allows them to fly is within them, within their DNA.”

Bamfing attacks

Ruta Skadi and Katya in His Dark Materials season 2 episode 1. Copyright: BBC/HBO

For the Witches’ fighting style, as demonstrated by Ruta Skadi in her attack on the Magisterium’s submarine, Framestore took inspiration from comic books. “We developed a sort of a riff on the old superhero idea of bamfing, which is disappearing from one place and turning up somewhere else,” explains Dodgson. “We turned it into a rush rather than an apparition. What’s great is that it gives them velocity but also punctuation. You can build a dynamic bam-bam-bam-bam! rhythm very quickly by punctuating them with bamfs.”

“There’s a mystery and a magic and a sensitivity but also an amazing deadliness to the witches, which Russell’s captured really well with the bamfing,” says Collins. “That action scene in the submarine was a complicated one to shoot to give them their sensitivity and viciousness at the same time. They’re quite sedate, lovely, emotional characters who are spiritual but also quite deadly.”

“We would match-animate the stunt double with our Ruta-double, then punctuate in-between so the bit you saw was always the most violent portion,” explains Dodgson. “Then we removed the bit in between so it’s just staccato violence. You can do it in a way that it feels violent, but it isn’t actually too violent for the 8pm time slot.”

Pan’s New Look

Pantalaimon’s new red panda form. Copyright: Framestore.

In Lyra’s world, the form an adult’s daemon takes reflects their nature: soldiers and servants tend to have dogs, while the villainous Magisterium teems with spiders, snakes, lizards and creepy-crawlies. Children’s daemons shift forms as they try on new identities. Those shifts aren’t random, explains Dodgson, but carefully chosen to reflect what’s happening in the story and a character’s emotions at a particular time. Pan’s white ermine form is Lyra’s default comfort daemon, appearing whenever she’s in need of reassurance. His pine marten form comes out on special occasions, when something of real significance is happening in the plot.

“In season one when Lyra goes North – which she’s always dreamed of – Pan becomes an Arctic creature because she’s been inspired by something new,” explains Dodgson. Lyra’s arrival in Cittàgazze sparks a different inspiration that gives Pan a brand new form – the red panda.

The red panda works well with Pan’s traditional forms because they’re sweet, says Dodgson, and they’re part-bear and part-mustelid, just like pine martens. The red panda’s slight adolescent clumsiness works really well to capture the sense of a teenage girl who’s just met an intriguing boy, and they’re exotic, reflecting Lyra’s strange new surroundings.

 “There was a really great idea that in the end, fell by the wayside because of editorial pacing,” says Dodgson. “In Cittàgazze there’s a Red Panda brand of soda, and in one of the streets there’s a big mural advertising it. We did originally have a shot of Lyra looking up at the mural, and then later Pan turning into the red panda she’d seen. She’s something new, something more exotic, she’s excited about being around this new boy but she’s not so different that she’s left behind who she is.”

Learn more about Framestore’s His Dark Materials work here.

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Karma is a bitch, Chapter 1 (Multi ship) - Flor

A/n: Olá! I’m your resident ball of stress and anxiety posing as a your average brazilian uni student trying my hand at writing fic in english after literal years writing solely on my mother tongue, how yall doing? Anyway that is just a very long way of saying i can’t promise perfect english and that i’m very nervous and very excited about posting this. There will be a lot of ships and queens so i’m just going to tag them as they appear, thanks and enjoy!

Summary: Manila being in love with her best friend is just proof that Karma is real and getting back at her for laughing at her coworkers and teasing them over their lack of guts to act on their obvious feelings. Surely that’s it, a cruel joke of the universe and something she will get over with time so in meantime she just needs to focus on something that isn’t Raja. Naturally playing cupid is exactly what she needs.

Chapter summary: Raja breaks up with her girlfriend, swears off dating and Manila has a existential crisis, or several, but who is counting anyway?

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Manila is not a useless lesbian.

Well she is a lesbian. And okay she can be a bit slow and useless in certain circumstances, sometimes hidden jokes and social clues will fly over her head, but it happens with everyone okay, it’s not that big of a deal. But those two characteristics together? No ma’am, Manila considers herself a pretty sharp lesbian, especially since she works with several textbook representations of useless lesbians. Her workplace is filled with useless lesbians.

RuPaul’s Look Race started small and easily lost in the big Los Angeles scenario, a modeling agency born of spite aimed to the outcasts of the fashion world like the founder herself and it quickly won over the hearts of all the models who used to the racism and homophobia of the fashion industry saw themselves drawn to what promised to be a safe accepting spot. With care it grew exponentially in a short space of time attracting not only clients but also employees who failed to check most of the box on privilege, Manila was hired on the third year of existence of the agency and she saw as it grew and grew until they became the name in everyone’s mouth, the first place that LGBT models turned to, expanding its wings until they started to gather to artists in general rather than only models.

They are an one of a kind business, no one does as much as them, no one attends to so many different artists in so many different fronts all at once so of course they are a big deal, especially when you consider how inclusive they are.

It makes for a very livid, very gay, workplace and Manila would not trade it for the world. The longest living unofficial rule of the place is “LGBT+ until proven straight or cis” because she could easily count how many of her coworkers don’t fit under the rainbow. It feels good to be out and proud of her sexuality, her own personal bubble in a world that wasn’t always kind to her. One of the most unexpected consequences of working on the gayest business in America however is the ridiculous amount of pinning she gets to watch unfold before her daily.

Manila can give you examples of actual useless lesbians until you are begging her to stop and she knows as a fact that she is nothing like them, she doesn’t do those things they do, she knows how to flirt and she damn well knows when someone is flirting with her, and more than that she always knows what to do in those situations.

Until now.

Because Raja broke up with her girlfriend and Manila is facing a life crisis where she doesn’t know what to do with herself.

It’s not like this is the first time this has happened, it’s nothing really new to be honest, Manila has know Raja for almost 10 year and she cannot count how many partners her friend had in those, this is far from the first breakup Manila has lived through and at this point she knows their routine by muscle memory alone.

Raja for someone who is actually quite polished and has her life together has quite a problem with keeping a stable relationship for long periods of time, Manila is sure that in those 10 years of friendship the longest relationship lasted a bit more than 2 years, but at the same time Raja is the type of person who doesn’t like being single for too long what may explain everything. 

So Manila is well versed in post-breakup Raja.

She knows that her friend was the one to end it simply because she texted her asking to come over, it’s just one of her things. If her partner was the one to break things off Raja would seek Raven’s company so both of them could curse and complain and Raven in all her sharp tongued abrasive self would point out all the flaws in the ex until Raja felt better about it, they always showed up with killer hangover after those talks but the older woman always looked better and less down after yet another rejection when Raven was done with her.

But when Raja was the one to break it off she always went to Manila because Raven couldn’t see the point in getting sad over something you choose, for good reason, to call off. Manila knew that just because you were the one to pull the plug doesn’t mean you aren’t hurting and sad to see it gone no matter how bad things had become or how better in the long run the decision is.

If she is selfishly honest Manila sorta likes those post breakup hangouts they have, she likes the intimacy and closeness they bring to their friendship. Raja is not shy with her affection but she hardly is the most touchy person either so the younger woman relishes on those nights where Raja will curl her long limbs in her couch touching Manila’s side and resting her head on her shoulder, sometimes playing with her fingers or just holding her hand.

It’s good, Raja always smells like subtle spicy perfume and her skin is soft and impossibly warm at all times. It’s also very normal and very platonic. It’s not like how Katya will take any and every excuse available to touch Trixie even if for a few seconds, hands itching towards her every time they get together to discuss something or just casually talk, the blonde Russian cleaning her schedule for those meetings and pretending no one knows about it.

It’s not like that for Raja and Manila. If Manila rests her own head over Raja’s, well it’s just a comfort thing, and if she takes a deep breath so the other’s perfume is all she can smell, who can blame her? It is a good perfume.

So this time is no different from any other time. Raja shows up at her door, defeated expression looking so out of place in her angular features, Manila ushes her inside and they almost cuddle on the couch while some stupid comedy plays in the background.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She whispers softly even if it’s not necessary.

She feels more than sees Raja sighs.

“Not sober.”

“Gotcha.”

Manila nudges her a bit so she can get up already missing the warmth and rushing to her kitchen so she can find the wine she knows it’s Raja’s favorite. That’s another normal, completely platonic thing Manila does, keeping Raja’s favorite drinks and food around even if she isn’t particularly fond of it herself.

It’s not like she is like Shea who buys or makes tea for Sasha every time she gets coffee for herself, completely unprompted, just so she can have a excuse to go to her and chat for a few moments, smiling dumbly as the Russian smiles that bright kind smile of hers that could melt ice and melts Shea’s heart like butter. It’s not like that because Manila doesn’t go out her way to buy those things or uses them as an excuse to talk to her friend, she just buys it with her own groceries to keep it around if needed, and it’s good to have food your friend likes around right? Especially for moments like this!

Patting herself on the back for being such a prepared friend Manila goes back with two glasses and two bottles of wine feeling like one is not going to be enough. The smile that Raja gives her when she reads the label could make flowers grow. 

She pours them full glasses before sitting back on the couch, Raja automatically curling back into her side and even if her elbow is kinda uncomfortably pressed against her side and her hair is trickling her neck Manila would never make any movement or say anything to make her change positions. They drink in silence, finishing several cups before Raja lets out another long sigh.

“I broke up with her after a date. It just kind of hit me as we were leaving the restaurant that we spent basically the whole meal in silence, she kept looking at her phone and it didn’t bother me at all. We used to turn out our phones during dates.”

“I’m sorry Raj, falling out of love sucks balls but you know it was for the best for the both of you. It wouldn’t be fair to keep going like this, relationships shouldn’t be something you are having out of convenience, and hey now you both are free to find someone new.”

Saying those words leave a sour taste in her mouth, the idea of Raja once again going out on mindless dates with random women, falling in bed with them until one catches her attention enough for her to try yet again to have an actual relationship, is making her heart clench in her chest.

Platonically of course. 

Manila is simply tired of seeing her friend meet dead end after dead end and find herself on her or Raven’s couch drinking away the pain. It’s not like there is any hidden motive for that feeling, Manila knows herself, knows her own heart, if there was anything more than best friend concern she would surely know. It’s probably not different from what Jujubee and Raven feel for each other.

“It’s the same thing every fucking time Nila, it doesn’t matter if I’m the one dumping or the one dumped the reason is always the same we just fall out of love, for fucks sake why can’t i get regular messy breakups once in a while? Why can’t I get cheated on?”

“Why exactly would you want to get cheated on? I, just like every normal person, prefer clean breakups but you seem to think they are overrated.”

“Like you are anywhere near being normal Miss Pineapple Dress for a Fancy Work Party” Raja laughs lightly, Manila feeling it with her body

“That dress was fucking awesome and i will not be shamed for being a fashion icon ahead of my own time.”

“Whatever you say” The fond amusement in the taller woman makes her smile wider, allowing herself to relax even more against the warm body

“You still didn’t answer why somehow getting cheated on would be better than a nice clean breakup.”

“Because then i could explain why it happened, I could get mad at someone else because it wouldn’t be my fault.” Raja’s voice is softer than it was the whole night, barely over a whisper “You know why i got dumped last time? Because she said i was never really there, that i never allowed her to actually know me.”

Automatically and uncaring about the awkwardness of the position Manila throws her arms around Raja hating the way her voice sounds and hating the words even more. Maybe she is biased, maybe she isn’t really trying to put herself in the ex girlfriends shoes, but she just can’t phantom why anyone would say that about Raja of all people.

Her best friend is intense in all the best ways, she puts herself into everything she does to the point someone will eventually have to drag her away from her projects, she may look unapproachable and regal with her beautiful features and high fashion clothes but she is one of the biggest dorks Manila knows, full of passion and bad jokes. And yes she is a bit hard to know, it takes time to take her down her walls and see beyond the carefully crafted poise and sharp words, but she is worth every minute spent trying.

“And i guess she was right, i guess i do this all the time because it’s the same thing now, someone falling out of love with me because i wasn’t giving them enough. Maybe I’m just not meant for this.”

“This?” Manila tightens her arms around Raja like she is trying to squeeze that resigned tone away

“Love, relationships, the whole nine yards. Meaningless one night stands are clearly more of my thing since they are the one thing I can successfully manage.”

“That’s not true! You of all people shouldn’t be selling yourself this short you big idiot, you are amazing and people should be lucky to have a shot with you. You just haven’t found the right person yet.”

“Are you taking life advice from those stupid romcoms Vanessa is obsessed with? Because it sounds like it.” Her words lack the necessary bite to sound like a insult even if she snorts disbelieving and Manila slaps her chest without breaking the hug

“Okay edgy lord maybe you should watch one of those and lift your spirit because this talk is not like you at all.” 

She goes for a joking tone, poking Raja again but is glad the older woman can’t see her face and the way her brows are furrowed. This is new. Unfamiliar and uncomfortable in a way that those post breakups encounters never were, not even in the beginning of their friendship where Manila was still testing the waters and what worked with her friend. Raja was always sad, though she only cried twice in 10 years, and her smiles never quite reached her eyes even if they softened a little when Manila said something funny or ridiculous, but never like this, never truly defeated in this raw way. Raja hardly ever gets this low in her self esteem anymore and never about her love life and the fact that she is, is throwing Manila out of her loop, this is new territory.

“Maybe I should take a page out of Violet’s book and just give dating up altogether, she is young but is clearly into something.”

“Really? Because as far as i know if Violet wasn’t so open about how anti dating she is then either Pearl or Max would have totally already made a move and we wouldn’t have to watch them dancing around each other like that.”

“But that’s the thing, the problem with Violet doing it is that someone is in love with her and I think we have established that no one is in love with me.” And before Manila can say the obvious Raja beats her to it “And i don’t think anyone ever will.”

I am.

The thought almost makes its way out of her mouth before Manila stops herself, biting her tongue so hard she can taste blood.

It comes out of nowhere and everywhere at the same time, a certain that just overtakes her body and sets on her bones like it belongs there, like it was just laying under the superficie waiting to make itself known. Her breath catches on her throat and she must make some sort of chocked sound because Raja cranks her neck to look at her, sad eyes and soft smile making Manila want to scream.

“It’s okay Nila, don’t take me too seriously, I had a couple of shots before coming here so I’m just being drunk.”

Manila just nods, words stuck in her throat in fear of what will come out if she let them out, Raja sighs again and even in normal circumstances her words would not make the younger woman less worried, the excuse of drunkness not erasing the self deprecating voice and sad tired eyes, but now they just make her heart ache even more.

God. 

This is fucked up.

Fucked up and so, so right. 

Of course she is in love with Raja, of course there is nothing really platonic in a lot of her actions, in the way something ugly and heavy curls inside of her when Raja gets another girlfriend, in the way that her chest feel warm when Raja smiles at her in delight, how her laugh can light up her day, how her hugs can make the bad days look less dark, how having her arms around her feels good, how warm she feels in the places they are touching.

Manila thanks whatever deity is watching her that the realization stucks her when Raja is already drunk and half asleep, curling even more on the couch, letting her weight rests fully against Manila as her breathing gets deeper, and that she didn’t decide to lay down facing her because Manila doesn’t know how she would hide her reaction.

Karma is definitely a bitch she decides almost hysterically as her bitten tongue slowly stops bleeding.

This is karma for laughing at her friends, she is sure it is, what else can explain the universe punishing her with this? With those feelings? Clearly she cracked one too many jokes about Crystal and Gigi being oblivious, or rolled her eyes too much when watching Shea and Sasha, or Trixie and Katya, or maybe she snickered too loudly watching Vanjie and Brooke or maybe she gave Jinkx shit romantic advice or something she can’t even remember. Maybe, she muses, it’s a combination, all those little things piling up until karma decided to get her for them all at once and landed her in this mess.

She is in love with Raja.

Wonderful, clever, talented, beautiful Raja who struggles to maintain meaningful romantic relationships.

Raja who is one of her best friends. One who basically decided to give up dating 10 minutes ago.

What the fuck Manila is supposed to do now?

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Manila decides after a bad sleep night in an uncomfortable position in her not so soft couch that the best course of action is doing nothing.

She needs… She needs time to process this sudden epiphany, to analyze their interactions and her actions and try to pinpoint when exactly platonic friendship transformed itself into something she never expected or intended to, something she is too afraid to name. Gather her thoughts and her emotions in a more organized way than the panic and confusion of last night.

She also needs time for Raja to get over the breakup, again this is a familiar scenario and Manila knows what will happen, has watched as her friend tried to drown herself into work until the sting of another failed relationship disappeared multiple times and understand that is the worst possible moment to try to act on those…. feelings. If, and that is a big gigantic if, Raja takes her mind away from fashion for one second to seriously consider Manila’s hypothetical words there is the risk of being a rebound fuck, a distraction.

Manila is not sure of many things about those feelings but one that she knows with clarity is that she doesn’t want to be a one night stand, a band aid to help with loneliness, Manila is not that girl who will let herself be used as a mean to something else, she has more self love than that. She wants the real thing, the full experience. If she can’t have that she will not settle for scraps, her heart is not strong enough to deal with that.

So when her alarm blasts, too soon she laments as her eyelids seem to be glued shut and her brain protests that she sleep too little and too badly, she is relieved Raja choose to end things in a Sunday because that means Manila will have work to distract her mind and stop her from spending a day long pity party overthinking all her feelings like a lunatic. 

At least she hopes so.

Raja is already up and moving around in the kitchen by the time Manila drags her body away from the couch feeling places she didn’t know could hurt screaming in protest. Shit, she needs a better couch, she feels bad for letting her friends sleep in that now. The dark haired woman makes her way to the kitchen and is not prepared to have the air sucked out of her chest by the vision in front of her.

It’s ridiculous. It’s not something new, some groundbreaking scenario that she never got to witness, some hidden part of Raja that she didn’t know existed. It’s ordinary, familiar in a way that makes her insides all warm and fuzzy and that’s the problem.

It’s familiar, it’s domestic.

There is something in the way that Raja moves around her small kitchen making toast and sipping coffee from a bright yellow mug, clearly fresh showered with her hair still damp, not even pausing to think where things are or what ingredients Manila will have that is so right. It feels right to have her there, so comfortable and at peace in a place Manila considers so intimate, so personal. Raja looks at home and the domesticity of it makes something in Manila ache.

This is what she wants, she realizes, to wake up and find Raja sipping coffee or to wake first and make her something to eat or to spend a lazy morning together.

“Good morning sleepy head.” Raja says when she realizes Manila is there snapping the other back to reality “You know seeing how late you set your alarm I can totally understand how you are always late.”

“My alarm is set at the perfect time, it’s not my fault LA’s traffic is more unstable than Gia Gun’s eyelashes.” The answer comes easily and she thanks a higher power that she can act like a actual human around Raja

“Well maybe that’s a sign that you should set it earlier, it wouldn’t kill to arrive earlier in the good days.”

“And how would you know? I don’t think you even know your actual work hours anymore.”

“Raven told me” Raja smiles cheekily, sipping from her mug to hide it “Want me to make you some toast while you get ready?”

“Sure”

She says and does her best to not look like she is bolting the fastest she can because while it’s the truth it doesn’t mean she wants Raja to realize it. It’s the domesticy again, the easiness and calm that comes with having Raja there offering to make fucking toast like she belongs in her home.

Manila lets her forehead rest against the shower wall as the water falls on her back trying to get her shit together before she faces her best friend and new found love again. She will not freak out, she will not over analyze shit or stare like some sort of lovesick fool with no self control.

She is a grown up woman and she knows how to behave when she is attracted to someone.

At least that is what she tells herself and what she fails to do almost instantly. Because as Manila dresses herself she can’t stop thinking about the fact that Raja has clothes at her place. Clothes. And Manila has clothes at Raja’s place as well and that’s… that’s not really a really platonic thing is it? Manila doesn’t have a drawer full of her things in her parent’s house for fucks sake. 

This is karma she swears to herself, this is karma for laughing at poor airheads Crystal and Gigi for being oblivious, this is the universe getting back at her and making her the stereotypical useless lesbian who doesn’t even really she is in love and practically dating her best friend.

But at the same time she can’t help but wonder if that means something as big as she thinks. So they have clothes at each other’s houses and Manila doesn’t do that with anyone else, but what if that’s something regular with Raja? Does she leave things in Raven’s or Delta’s houses too? Is that something special they share or it’s just one of those Raja things that make Manila smile fondly when she thinks no one is watching?

Fuck, Manila is really turning into one of those people. She makes a sound of frustration in her chosen shirt, pressing the fabric to her face and trying to block everything but the pleasant smell of the shirt and take a few deep breaths to again get her shit together.

When she finally finishes her makeup and makes her way back to the kitchen she is ready to face the day and suppress her feelings like a normal woman. 

Things go smoothly after that and Manila shots down the voice in her mind whispering that that is a good sign, they eat among small talk and Raja mentions her breakup only once when she mentions her ex will go pick her things when she’s at work and she’s relieved they will not have to have another face to face conversation, Manila holds her hand and squeeze giving Raja her best comforting smile not letting go until the smile she gets in answer doesn’t look fabricated.

On the way to work their topic of conversation changes as they begin discussing their agendas for the day trying to squeeze a joint break. They don’t have many reasons to interact during work hours, Raja, along with Bianca, run their fashion department dealing with clothing most of their non model clients while Manila works exactly with the modeling section of the business and since both are high up on the hierarchy there is really not much leeway to go hang out at each other side of the building, having to settle for lunch wherever work allows them to leave at the same time.

“You want to go to that new Italian place down the block?” Manila asks as they get close enough to see their workplace towering among others

“Rain check.” Raja says as she twists her thick hair in a bun that somehow manages to look elegant rather than messy “Willam got a show coming up and i have to meet her to brainstorm concepts for the looks.”

“Oh… we can go after you finish?”

“We are meeting for lunch actually.”

“Right…” Manila kicks herself as soon as the word leaves her mouth, her disappointment so thick she can almost taste it and it’s fucking ridiculous

“We can go tomorrow if you like?”

“Maybe, we have a photoshoot tomorrow but it looks like Dahlia is sick and if she can’t make it i need to be there to find a quick replacement.” Ugh sometimes being the official problem solver sucks

“That’s okay we can just try again another day.” Raja smiles at her then, all white teeth and soft eyes, and her hand rests on her shoulder as if she can sense that Manila is unhappy

And maybe she can because if her face is showing half of what she is feeling then Manila is officially looking like a pooting teenager and that is not a flattering look on someone her age. Again she feels like screaming because the universe is clearly trying to rub her face in her own obliviousness about her own feelings, again this is not new, there were times they had to cancel lunch plans when the other was already seated because something urgent came up, and neither is the disappointment and mildly annoyance in her chest when she realizes she will have to spend a day without sharing a part of her day with Raja, but now, now that she is painfully aware of the exact nature of her feelings there is another layer to that disappointment that she was unaware of and doesn’t really like.

It doesn’t help that it’s Willam that Raja is going to meet.

Don’t get her wrong, Willam may be a diva and a pain in the ass, the cause of many tears on their PR department because of her crude and biting humour, but she is not the worst client they ever had and once you get used to her particular brand of vulgarity there is a lot of fun to have with her. But Willam is, above everything, a self proclaimed slut.

There is an ongoing joke that the reason she gets so many gigs as an actress in crime shows is because she doesn’t really have to act as a prostitute or young slut, she just has to be herself. Willam is very confident and very comfortable in her sexuality and Manila is actually impressed with that, she really is, but that doesn’t mean that she wants that energy around post breakup Raja right after Manila discovered she has more than platonic feelings for her.

It’s a receipt for disaster, well, actually it’s receipt for sex what in her books are exactly the same thing.

She forces that stupidity down as hard as she can. There is pinning and then there is suffering for imagining your… crush having sex with someone else and Manila is not going to be that person, she really isn’t. The younger woman sighs quietly and grips the steering wheel glad that Raja is too busy dealing with loose strands of hair to pay attention to her reactions.

“If i’m free tomorrow i will shoot you a text” She says going for a smile

“Great! I will keep my agenda free then.”

Manila’s heart totally doesn’t skip a beat.

She is so fucked.

[artificialqueens]

Beauty in the Sheets - Chapter 1 - (Branjie) - Thankyoumissvanjie

A/N Welcome to my take at a lesbian AU. Comments and questions are welcome. ;)

“Boo, she ain’t for you,”

“Wanna bet?”

“Sure hoe. You get her to go home with you, and I’ll buy you all shades that RiRi has ever made of them Fenty lipsticks,”

“All of them?”

“Every goddamn one, Mary. But if yo sad ass walking home alone? You be taking all my weekends for the next three months,”

Welcome to the Beauty floor of Bloomingdales in NYC. There’s drama, there’s bitchin’ and there’s a whole lotta sex.

LINK TO AO3

Working on the beauty floor of Bloomingdales sometimes made high school movies seem like a walk in the park.

It was cut-throat, deeply divided and very competitive.

Not only were all the stands and brands trying to lure in the same men and women, who cared enough about their self-image to want to spend thousands of dollars on lipsticks, skincare and eye shadow, but you were also trying to convey the fantasy of being above it all.

You were untouchable.

Your clothes, your face and your persona were out of this world.

Every single person working on this floor was trying to show the world that beauty mattered.

You had your classic beauties. The forty-something ladies, who worked for legendary brands such as Dior, Tom Ford and Chanel. The grey-haired women, who hadn’t aged since the ’90s. With or without botox.

You had the clinical and uptight blondes of skincare - women so flawless that you didn’t feel worthy in their presence. Their pencil skirts, pretentious lab coats and unclockable skin made them look like queens.

And then you had the makeup artists that worked for the younger brands. Urban decay, Mac, and Nars. Brands that forced you to think big and bold. These men and women all had large and in charge personalities.

Their counters always held a special energy, all the makeup artists looking like they were having the time of their life with green eyeliners and black lipsticks.

It’s not that they didn’t mingle or talk with each other. It was just more that everyone had a group, a place and a certain box that they fit into.

And these barriers were difficult to wipe out.

Which was why Nina West, long-suffering floor manager, had decided that she would take them all on a retreat.

The music was loud. There were people everywhere, grinding, moving and dancing.

Sweat was clinging to overheated skin, as the temperature of the room was making everything damp and hot.

The dance floor seemed to almost be a portal to a different part of the world.

A place where nothing was wrong and everything was allowed.

And there in the middle of the floor, she was dancing.

Her short black dress sticking to her body, sinfully hugging her curves as her hands ran all over herself.

Her long blonde hair was everywhere, sticking to her skin in odd places. She was glistening, sweat drops running down her neck and creating a perfect path down to her cleavage. The deep cut of the dress toeing that difficult line between sexy and sinful.

The six-inch black heels made her tower over everyone.

She was a beauty.

Angelic and yet devilishly sinful.

Vanjie didn’t care.

She needed to have her.

“Why are we going on a retreat again? Talk me through your process once more.” They were both sitting in her office for their usual 10 am coffee break. How Brooke and Nina had ended up working at the same place, given that they had both gone separate ways in college was a difficult and long story.

But here they were. The best of friends since high school, and somehow coworkers.

“B. You’re going.” Nina was slurping on her caramel soy latte, giving her the patented “I am your boss, deal” look. A look that was very close to her “I am your best friend and it is now time for tough love” stare.

Both were looks that she gave Brooke weekly.

If not daily.

“Bitch, I know, but could you tell me why?” Brooke was on the day’s third cup of black coffee. Being a morning person was something she had forced herself to be - coffee and cigarettes were the vices that helped her keep up that particular appearance.

Her long blonde hair was slicked back into a tight bun. The skin was clear and makeup minimal. She wore the standard uniform of a black pencil skirt, white shirt, high heels and lab coat.

She looked professional.

Nina was always amazed at how different work Brooke looked in comparison to the one she saw outside of this little micro cosmos that they worked in.

She knew why that difference was created, but yet, it still boggled her mind.

“To help create and strengthen-

“Bonds between the different counters and coworkers, yes yes. You’ve said that ten times now, but WHY are you forcing us to do this by going to some fancy-ass country club in fucking Albany? Why not just take us out to Olive Garden or something and call it a day?” The fact that Brooke didn’t want to go had more to do with the fact that she was leaving town, something that she didn’t do anymore.

But she didn’t want to tell Nina that, knowing how her loving and way too accommodating friend would try to figure something out, a way to make it work.

And well. She hadn’t heard from Patrick in weeks. It would be fine.

She would be fine.

“Because you wouldn’t be caught dead in an Olive Garden, Brooke.” Which was true. She had expensive taste and she wasn’t afraid of flaunting that.

“Well no. But I don’t need to create bonds with my coworkers. I have you,” She said it with conviction, hoping that Nina believed her.

The real reason she didn’t want to create more bonds, was because she didn’t have room in her life for friends. It was way too messy for that.

“Uh-uh. And I say you need to speak with someone who is not me, Shuga, Katya, Detox or Chad.” The raised eyebrow left no room for discussion, and Brooke tried to cover the pit in her stomach with a smile.

“I hate you.”

She really didn’t.

“You love me.”

“I hope you’ll talk with Ru about giving me that raise after this,” She said it jokingly, needing to distract Nina, so she wouldn’t catch on to the fact that Brooke was starting to panic a bit.

“B… You are not getting a raise for going on a three-day paid leave with the rest of your colleagues.”

“Why the hell not, I am sacrificing my sanity for this. I bet that I could sue for emotional distress,”

“I hate that your ex is a lawyer,”

Their laughter could be heard outside in the hallway, making people stop and roll their eyes.

She was standing at the bar, all by herself, not noticing and not caring that everyone was eyeing her up and down.

Every man and woman at the club was vying for her attention,

But every person who had approached this goddess had all been rebuked with a single raised eyebrow and a tiny shake of her head.

Vanessa wanted to try.

Needed to.

Gulping down the rest of her drink, she squared her shoulders and looked at Silky.

“Right ho, imma go and do it,”

“Boo, she ain’t for you,” She laughed at her, having seen the blonde on the dance floor and how she had hypnotised Vanjie. That woman was out of everyone’s league.

Even Vanessa Vanjie Mateo’s.

“Wanna bet?”

“Sure hoe. You get her to go home with you, and I’ll buy you all shades that RiRi has ever made of them Fenty lipsticks,”

“All of them?”

“Every goddamn one, Mary. But if yo sad ass walking home alone? You be taking all my weekends for the next three months,” Silky could already feel her weekends clearing up, which made her dream of all that good dick she could be getting herself.

“Bitch? You’re on.” The determined look in the small Latina’s eyes did nothing to discourage her.

That blonde bitch would never deign to spend time with that small bundle of crazy that was Vanjie.

“I cannot believe that Miss Nina is making us do this,” Silky had been complaining ever since they had gotten on the bus.

The idea of spending a weekend with her Mac hoes seemed amazing, but the uptight bitches of counters A through G? Not so much.

“Come on Silk, Miss Congeniality just want all us bitches to be less catfigthin’ and more friendly. Ain’t nothing wrong with that, boo,” Vanjie loved Nina, they all did.

Which was probably why no one had said no to the trip, the only ones staying behind were the newcomers and those unlucky - or lucky, depending on how you felt about a weekend in Albany - to have a shift this particular weekend.

“Lil Miss Vanj, just cause you be happy that you ain’t workin’ a weekend, don’t mean you gotta be all happy ‘bout this. I had plans with my man this weekend and now I gots to do this? No, ma’am.” A’keria was sitting with her head down in her phone, probably texting her momma, to see if her son was doing okay. Her man? That was her son. The mascot of the Mac counter and better at applying a winged eyeliner than any 5-year-old had any right to be.

“Kiki, we going to a resort. There be drinks, hot trophy wives and spa - why that givin’ you a long face? Mama Kiki be taking care of our lil dude. Time for you to let loose!” Vanjie was ready. She hadn’t partied for a while. Not since… Her.

“Trophy wives? You forgotten all about Miss ‘best night of my life’ already?” Trust Silky to bring that up… Again.

“She ain’t called me back, Mary. And I ain’t waiting for no hoe. Not even her.”

“Listen, my friend over there bet me that I couldn’t make you go home with me. And I gots the next three months of weekend shifts on the line mama, and I ain’t about to lose to big Silk,” Vanjie had always jumped straight into all situations, not caring if she seemed crass or dumb.

She decided that the only tactic she had was honesty. The tall goddess in front of her deserved it.

“That one is new,” The music was deafening, but somehow, the blonde managed to cut through all the noise without yelling.

“So whaddya say?” Vanjie did her signature pretty smile, the one that usually made a no turn into a yes.

“Hmmm… I’m thinking no,” But not this one.

“You sure ‘bout that, boo? I got a prepo-prepar… I gots an offer for you, you wanna hear it?” She walked closer, her neck craning as she kept on looking into those perfect smokey eyes.

“Sure…” She tried to feign disinterest, but Vanjie clocked the excitement in those big blue eyes.

She had her. Miss Vanjie still got it.

“You lemme buy you one of them fancy pink cocktails, and then I get the time it takes you to drink it to convince you that you need the full Vanessa experience,” Their chests were touching, eyes locked, breaths in sync.

“You seem very sure that you’ll be able to do that?” An eyebrow was raised in a challenge. But Alexis Mateo raised no fool, Vanjie knew how to play.

“I ain’t just sure. Bitch, I know.” Her hip was cocked, eyes wide and a smirk on her lip. She wasn’t scared of a 6-foot tall incarnation of aphrodite.

For a second they stared at each other, the music deep and loud around them.

And then.

“Make it a martini. Extra Olives. You get ten minutes.”

“Perfecto, Mami,”

“Listen up, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you all for coming-” Nina was standing in front of all of them. She looked like a glamorous kindergarten teacher, trying to keep everyone in sight, while also knowing that it was an impossible task.

“Why does she have to sound like this isn’t mandatory,” Brooke was standing in the back, smoking a cigarette and already regretting that she hadn’t kicked up a fuss about being here. She felt angsty, fearing that her phone could ring at any moment and bring her back to reality.

“Mama, she is your good Judy, if you don’t know, then none of us does,” Katya shrugged at her taking a deep drag from her cigarette. If you didn’t know any better you would think that the two of them were twins. Both in black clothes, their blonde hair in perfect buns, and glasses perched on their noses.

Despite their dry sense of humour and ability to run on coffee and smokes for hours, they shared no genes, and the only other thing they really had in common was the fact that they both worked at the same Khiel’s counter. Day in and day out.

“Now I know that you have all probably already thought of how you will group together in the rooms, but to facilitate new friendships across counters and brands, I have made sure that you will all room with colleagues that you don’t work with on a day to day basis,” Nina’s words hit Brooke, and it made her heart sink.

Fuck, she had to deal with someone new.

“Shit.”

“Come on Brooke, teamwork. Yay!” Katya’s small hands waved sarcastically in the air, as she laughed in her loud and wheezing way, which always made it difficult to stay annoyed at her.

“Shut up, Katya!” She slapped her on the shoulder, trying to cover the fact that she was smiling.

“Oh Mama, seeing you talk with a new person, is going to be the highlight of my week. No. My month. I cannot wait to tell Trixie this, she will die!”

“I hate you.”

She really didn’t.

“You love me,”

“Now given the sheer number of people, some of you will room together in pairs, others in threes and a few of you in fours. I have some lists here,” As everyone went up to get the lists, Brooke hung back, she knew that someone from her team would grab a bunch.

They all knew that she hated big crowds and tight places.

And sure enough, Chad walked towards her and Katya with the lists. Scanning the pages her, she felt herself calm a bit.

“Oh, B. At least you only have to deal with one other person.” Chad was always the calm voice of reason, nothing ever faced her.

“Yeah… But I got one of the Mac girls. Vanessa, something?” The name told her nothing. All the makeup girls faded into this lump of… People.

“Oh, you got Vanjie. She is a feisty little firecracker, honey!” Katya sounded excited, which only made Brooke sigh.

Fuck, she would have to deal with a talker. Well, this would turn out to be the longest weekend.

“Yay. Great.” Just what she needed. A young party girl who probably wanted to braid her hair and talk about boys. Fuck.

“Come on Miss Hytes, get in the spirit.”

“Katya, I swear, I will kill you with my bare hands,”

“Now, if you go in help desk, you’ll get your keys and room number. I’ll see you all down here in two hours for dinner. That gives you some time to freshen up and change clothes. “

The loud bang of the door closing was followed by giggles and the sound of bodies tumbling over the wooden floor. Moans and soft whines echoed throughout the large studio apartment.

“Oh, fuck,” Vanjie whined, already too far gone. Bella had been all over her, the moment the door to the cab, Uber? Something … had closed. Kissing and biting, her hand finding its way up under her skirt. Teasing her the whole ride, but never actually touching her where she needed it the most.

“Not yet,” the breathy words made Vanjie clench her thighs. Fuck, she thought she would give the blonde the night of her life, but it quickly became clear to her that she might’ve bitten off more than she could chew.

Because Bella was not playing around.

Her lips were trailing down her neck, nipping and biting, prompting gasps and moans from Vanjie. The back of her thighs hit something solid, as she was pushed up onto the large dinner table, her t-shirt dress bunched up at her waist in the process.  

“B, I-I… Shit,” deft hands quickly made work of her dress, pushing it over her head, leaving her in black bra and panties. It made her send a small thank you to her past self that had decided to put on her only nice set of underwear for the evening.

The black bra working some magic by making her breasts look way larger than their b-cup while the thong cupped her ass perfectly.

Thank you, Miss Vanjie.

The blonde took a moment to look her over, while Vanjie did the same to her. She could feel herself getting wetter, as she gazed at the perfect curves and spotless skin. Six feet tall, all curves and muscles. How was the woman real?

Beyoncé could fuck the fuck right off, cause there was a new Queen B in town.

Vanjie couldn’t wait to get her out of that dress. To see what hid behind the black stretchy fabric.

What the fuck was she waiting for?

“Mama, let’s get you out of that dress, huh?” The raised eyebrow told her that she had other plans. She leaned closer and started kissing her way down Vanjie’s chest. Hands quickly removing the bra, throwing it somewhere in the flat.

Her lips started sucking at one of her nipples, taking her breath away with the sensation. Her hips moved at their own accord, seeking friction. She felt her nipples harden under Bella’s tongue.

Fuck, this bitch did not play around.

Her fingers started pinching the other, making her impossibly wetter, her thong soaked all the way through and probably dripping onto the table.

Her lips were softly biting the hardened nub, making her moan in that intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure.

“How do you feel about the number seven?” It took Vanjie a second to realise that the lips had left her breast and that she was once again looking at her expectantly, her fingers never stopping for a second, pinching and pulling.

“I… What?”

“I was thinking seven… Yeah, that sounds about right,”

And with that she dropped gracefully down to her knees, pulling Vanjie close to the edge of the table. Her lips were slowly kissing their way up her leg, feeling them shake with sheer anticipation.

It had been ages since a woman had gone down on Vanjie.

Fuck, she was not ready.

The blonde pulled at her thong, ripping it apart. If it had been anyone else, Vanjie would have popped off, yelling that this was her only good thong, but this blonde bitch owned her right now. The demonstration of power made her insides flutter with lust and her breath stagger.

Fucking hell.

“You smell good, baby” That voice, all low and raspy. Her hands removed the scrap of black lace that had once been a $40 thong, as her lips inched their way closer and closer.

“Please…” Her whine was high and breathy as she could feel the small puffs of air against her skin. Her closed on their own accord, the sensation too much for her.

Her hips started to push forward slightly, hoping to finally get some relief, but a hand quickly grabbed her hip, forcing her to be still.

She felt powerless. It was frightening, it was intoxication.

It was fucking hot.

The lips were so very close.

“So polite now, such a change,” the words were mumbled against her skin sending small vibrations throughout her body, she was almost shaking,

Fucking hell.

“Please,” Vanjie couldn’t recognise her own voice. The tone so high, her need so clear.

“Please what? Tell me, Vanessa. What do you want?” The way she said Vanessa, a name no one ever used, almost made her come right then and there.

If she didn’t survive this night, at least she died happily.

“I want you to lick me,” Her body was so tight, strung like a bow. her toes were curling and fists clenching. She opened her eyes, looking down at those big blue eyes that were like liquid sex.

Bella smirked at her and licked a patch of skin on her thigh, the sensation tantalising, but not what she needed.

“Like that?” Her voice was teasing.

She knew what she was doing.

“No, I-” She couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. Her body felt like it was ready to explode, to combust before they had even gotten to the good part.

“No? Then what? If you don’t use your words, then how will I know, Vanessa?” Bella made her voice high, sounding confused and so sweet, it would have worked if her eyes hadn’t glinted with mischief. She had Vanjie exactly where she wanted her.

“Fuck… Pl-please lick my pussy,” She pushed the words out, hoping that she was getting it right, hoping that Bella would just fucking do it.

And then her lips were on her. Sucking and licking her centre up to that tight bundle of nerves that made her shiver with the tantalising sensations that made her whole body shake. Vanjies hands grabbed two fistfuls of blonde hair, pushing her closer until she was almost buried in her.

It was rough but soft. Too much and not even close to being enough. Her body felt more alive than ever before, her moans getting louder as Bella’s tongue entered her.

“Shit, B… “ Her eyes were shut, as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Maybe Bella could sense it, as she abandoned her thrusts to suck her clit.

That did it.

With a silent scream, Vanjie came. Her thighs tight around the blondes face, riding out the waves of pleasure that went through her body.

She almost collapsed back onto the table, her body spent, feeling almost woozy coming down from that high.

“Holy shit, Bella,”

The blonde got up from the floor and pulled Vanjie from the table, their lips meeting in a filthy kiss, none of them minding that her juices were still on her lips.

And as Bella slowly pulled away, she looked Vanjie straight in the eye with a challenging gaze.

“One.”

“Oh Vanj, you got Miss Brooke Lynn, the Ice Queen from Khiel’s.” Silk was sniggering as she looked closer at the paper, seeing that she was rooming with some of the people from Armani and Nars.

“Why I always get the bitches?” Vanjie tried to conjure up an image of this Brooke Lynn, but all she got was one of those blondes in their lab coats, tight buns and glasses.

This weekend already seemed too long.

“Cause you like them?” Cigarette smoke was puffed against her chin, as Detox looked closer at the list.

“Don’t need your help, D!” She said playfully, bumping into her hip, sending her tumbling. Her hair was coloured in a bright neon green, which should not have worked with her bright red eye makeup and black lipstick, but Detox always seemed to be the exception to any rules made in the world of makeup.

“You sure? Cause I know B… Give her some tequila and she’ll… well, just. Trust me,” The smirk on her face told that there were countless stories to be told about her friend, but that she wasn’t going to give them up.

“Wait, so I’ve got the white girl that is uptight cause she needs a good fuck, cause her man ain’t doing it for her? I would rather talk ‘bout red lipsticks with Instagram teenagers than that - and ya’ll know my feelin’ bout that shit.” Typical, that the other got to room with lots of people and she only got one, and her nickname was Ice Queen. Jesus.

Just my fucking luck.

“Vanj. Just give it a chance,” Trust Silky to suddenly be all positive. She had seen the list, she knew that she would have the pleasure of rooming with the Armani dudes and Plastique over for Nars.

Typical.

“The shit I do for Miss West, ya’ll. Mary, pray for Miss Vanjie tonight, I might not survive rooming with the uptight sorority girl,” She grabbed her way too big for a weekend trip suitcase and made her way up to the desk to get her key.

She walked as if she was on her way towards the gallows.

“Bye girl!” Detox smiled knowingly, pretty sure that Vanjie was in for an experience.

“Fuck, I… I can’t,” Vanjie was writhing on the bed, hair twisted into a bird’s, as her hands frantically grabbed at the sheets, trying to find something to keep her grounded.

“One more, babe. I know you have one more in you,” The words were whispered against her lips, the dildo thrusting into her, filling the room with its sloppy sounds.

They had fucked on the floor.

Bella had ridden her face on the couch.

Fingered her against the wall until she came. Twice.

Ate her out again on the bed.

Then rutted against her until they both came.

And now Bella was working Vanjie towards the seventh orgasm of the night. Her body was slick with sweat, her eyes closed and head moving from side to side, as she was almost delirious on the endorphins and sensations.

Everything shook. Her body, the bed, and what seemed like the whole world, as the unrelenting pace of the dildo coupled with its vibrations slowly dragged Vanjie towards the edge one final time.

It was amazing, it was painful, it was everything.

“Oh, look at you. Fuck me, you’re hot.” She seemed to do everything at once, licking, kissing and biting. The hand not working the dildo was touching, caressing, and pinching her everywhere.

Vanjie could feel it, the way her muscles started to clench, her back tight as a bow lifting off the bed, her eyes fell close as everything because too much.

It was all sensation.

She could see the edge, so close yet so far away, she just needed that last push. That last-

“Come for me. Do it, babe.”

That.

She screamed.

Opening the door, she was met by the sight of a small brown-haired girl. She was beautiful in her skin tight jeans and crop top.

She created quite the contrast to Brooke’s pencil skirt and white shirt get-up.

If this had been a club setting, this was the type of girl, Brooke would go for.

“Hi, I’m Brooke and you must be Vanessa?” She turned around and looked her up and down, her eyes narrowing in recognition.

“You!”

[artificialqueens]

intents wicked or charitable (trixya) 6/10 - beanierose

AN: thank you as always to validation station, i love you ladies endlessly. and to stutter, for looking this over, for sharing your wisdom, and for being the most wonderful.

(read on ao3) | (find me at katiehoughton)

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a practical magic au for the spooky season. there’s a curse on any man who dares love you? love a woman, instead. | 5,282 words

Trixie is dozing lengthways on the couch. When she got here she took her braids out, which Katya has quickly taken to mean that Trixie wants her hair to be played with. She’s got her head pillowed on Katya’s thighs and her eyes closed, Katya’s fingers sifting slowly through the hair at her temples and making her sleepy and smitten. It’s warm here next to the fire and Trixie feels so contented that she would be wriggling with it if she had the energy.

Halloween was three weeks ago. Nothing has really changed except that now whenever Trixie looks at Katya and her heart gets full up with wanting to kiss her so badly, she actually gets to. The weather turned very suddenly, like the whole town is trapped beneath a dome and it’s about to be turned upside down and shaken. It’s meant they’ve been cuddling a lot, piling all the blankets in the house on Trixie’s bed and generating some heat of their own. Dolly gets shut out of their bedroom in the evenings now, and Katya will sometimes roll out of bed and let her back in on her way to get a huge sweater for each of them to sleep in.

Trixie has slept with a few people in her time; when she moved to Los Angeles she explored her sexuality in great detail. It’s never been like this. Katya’s touches linger on her skin. Sometimes it feels like she has more hands than is possible. The first time, when Trixie got undressed, a fuse had blown and all the lights in the house had gone out at once. Sometimes when she’s riding Katya’s face, it feels like the edges of the room shift into soft focus and Katya’s breathing is so loud that she can’t hear anything else. Not the chickens chirruping outside in the coop, not Dolly’s jealous barking from outside the door.

They haven’t put a label on anything yet, but they’re happy. Trixie is so happy that sometimes she can hardly stand it. She wakes up in the mornings to Katya pottering in the kitchen or sitting against the headboard next to her or sometimes, if she’s really lucky, curled around her and breathing hot little puffs onto the back of her neck. Katya likes to tell her that she’s beautiful but doesn’t like to hear it herself, always cuts Trixie’s soft words down with something scathing and self-deprecating.

It’s nice to laugh in bed. Trixie never had that with Bob, or with anyone she’s ever been with before. One time last week Trixie had to push Katya away from her with her feet at her shoulders and flop, exhausted and galvanised, onto her back. Katya crawled up the bed to lie next to her with a leg slung over her hips and everywhere their skins touched crackled and made Trixie twitch.

She’d been staticky for a half hour afterwards, and every time Katya touched her (which she does a lot) Trixie had jerked like a marionette. Her strings are in Katya’s hands all of the time; she finds herself shadowing Katya’s movements without even thinking about it, echoing the arch of her body up off the mattress and the grasp of her hands.

“Trixie, honey?” Katya touches her thumb to Trixie’s ear. “Are you awake?”

She manages a tiny noise of agreement that makes Katya laugh. Two strong hands come to her shoulders to help bring her upright, and Trixie emerges grumbling and disoriented into the evening. Katya kisses each of her cheeks and then the tip of her nose. She’s smiling, and she’s so warm, and Trixie wants her so much. She keeps wondering how long it’s going to be like this, how long she’s going to ache every time she looks at Katya.

Their kiss builds slowly. Katya’s tongue is a scalding, seeking thing through her mouth and Trixie opens to her, scrambles to get her hands up beneath Katya’s shirt. She skims her knuckles up her abdomen and around, grazes the sides of her breasts to make her gasp. Katya wraps her fingers around Trixie’s wrists and pulls her hands out from underneath her sweater, keeps her in place with a tight grip. The desire is still there, but all of the urgency drains out of her at the way Katya gentles her with the sweep of her thumbs over the backs of Trixie’s hands.

“It’s snowing,” Katya says.

When Trixie turns to look she chokes out a breath of jubilant laughter. She hasn’t seen the snow for nine years, not since she moved to Los Angeles. They hurry to get into their warm things, clutching at each other and stumbling like children. Katya’s knitted beanie is on crooked and Trixie straightens it for her, kisses her once and then one more time just because she looks so cute.

Outside, Katya wanders off right away. It must have been snowing for a while before she woke Trixie up because it’s already a couple of inches deep. She’s pacing around and around and looking at the tracks her galoshes are making. Trixie tips her face up towards the sky and lets the peace of the bright-dark earth fill her up. Flakes collect in her eyelashes and she sticks out her tongue, likes to feel the cold turning slowly warm. When she straightens up again she sees Katya spinning in a circle with her arms stretched out, her grin as wide as the arc of her hands. She is so cute that Trixie can hardly stand it. She feels phantom hands at her back, through her wool coat, and they propel her over to Katya. They fit so neatly together, and Katya hides her cold face inside of Trixie’s scarf and stuffs her bare hands into the back pockets of Trixie’s pants.

“Are you cold?” Katya murmurs.

“Look, I’m just a guarded person, okay?”

Katya snorts and squeezes Trixie’s ass, draws their hips together. “Shut up. You’re not guarded. Not with me.”

“Yeah, well, you make it impossible. Getting into all of my nooks and crannies with your witch talons.”

Katya doesn’t laugh. Not the way Trixie was hoping for. She gets a little huff, of acknowledgement more than amusement. Katya pulls away a bit but leaves her hands in Trixie’s back pockets and squeezes again. Trixie sifts her gloved fingers through the ends of Katya’s hair. It makes static, and she crackles in the electric night.

“You’re pretty in the snow,” Trixie says quietly. The whole world is silent and humbled around them. She wants to stand here for a long time, holding this miraculous woman and watching their twin breaths form little clouds between them.

Katya takes her hands out of Trixie’s pockets so she can shove at her chest instead. Her fingers are red with the cold, her knuckles swollen and just beginning to crack with tiny fissures. Trixie almost, almost goes back inside to find some gloves for her, but she can’t bear to move just yet. Later the ploughs will come through and the streets will be remade in salt and grit. It feels like they’re the only ones awake, the only ones alive, and she won’t leave for even a second.

“Oh!” Katya says, and drops immediately to the ground.

She starfishes outwards and sweeps her limbs back and forth, grinning up at Trixie from her back. The snow is landing on her face and collecting in her lashes and her bangs. Her hat is coming off again and when she sits up it remains on the snow-covered ground where her head just was.

“Trixie, honey, make an angel with me. Come on, come on, please.”

There’s no need for Katya to beg. Trixie’s already going to the ground, trying to figure out how to get onto her back gracefully. They haven’t yet been together long enough that she’s ready to discard all of her layers. She’d like to keep a little bit of decorum in front of Katya, for a while longer.

She’s close enough that the wings of her angel just brush the wings of Katya’s. She’s sitting up beside her, twisted around to watch with one hand planted carefully within the boundary of her angel’s body to support herself.

When she’s done, Trixie gets to her feet. She hauls Katya up as well, rough so that she’ll stumble into her and Trixie will get to catch her, have the line of her body press in close. It makes her scuff the bottom of her angel’s hem, but Trixie kisses the grumbling right off her mouth before she can even really get it out. It’s freezing, but Katya’s kiss is hot and intrusive. She kisses like she’s trying to learn every secret Trixie has ever had, like she wants to peer inside of Trixie’s chest. She kisses like she could do it for hours and hours and never get tired of it, never want to take things further.

The whole world around them is muffled, like it often gets when she’s kissing Katya. Trixie almost wants to go to her knees with reverence for the great splendour of the earth. She won’t, because she’s all wet from making her snow angel and she’s shivering with it, but the idea is there all the same.

“Mama, you keep rattling like that you’re gonna bite right through your tongue. And I have plans for it later, so I need you to not do that.”

Trixie huffs and wraps her arms tighter around Katya, squeezes until she hears all of the breath come out of her in a great rush. “It’s not my fault some lunatic made me lay down in the snow.”

“It’s lie down, honey, is the conventional verbiage.”

“Oh and you know so much about convention?” Trixie gets her hands inside of Katya’s coat and draws her close until their chests are pressed together, proving her point. “God, you’re the worst person I’ve ever met. Don’t ever speak to me again. Take me to bed.”

That makes Katya laugh so loud and so long, her head tipped back as she howls into the night like a jackal. When she’s done she grabs clumsily for both of Trixie’s hands and starts tugging her backwards. She isn’t watching where she’s going, too busy grinning widely at Trixie and blinking the still-falling snow out of her eyes, but she doesn’t stumble or fall down. Trixie doesn’t know how she can do that, but she’s glad for it.

They both peel out of their damp clothes in the mudroom and Katya goes to load everything into the dryer. The dog took one look at the snow and scurried away, tail low and long between her hind legs. She’s lying by the fire now, the last embers burning out in the grate. Trixie bends over to stroke the silk of her ears and the soft place right at the crown of her head.

“Hey, before I pound you out,” Katya says from right behind Trixie. It makes her jump, and makes her cheeks warm. She turns to see her, one eyebrow arched and the smudged red seam of her mouth pulled taut in a grin. “I have a present for Dolly.”

“Oh sure. I’ll give you two some time alone together.”

Trixie, obviously, is not going anywhere. She sinks onto the couch and whistles for the dog, who takes a long time heaving her lumbering body up off the hardwood and padding over. Trixie fusses at her, capturing her head and scattering kisses all across her snout. She only really gets to love on her like this when Katya’s not in the room, because these days the dog has a clear preference.

“Here, milaya devushka. Come here, look what I have for you.”

Katya sits on the floor at Trixie’s feet, leaning back against her shins. Trixie works her fingers absent-mindedly at Katya’s shoulders, kneading her muscles. She has something balled up in both hands and she encourages Dolly to poke at it with her snout for a minute before she unfolds it and holds it up.

“Oh my God, you knitted her a sweater.” Trixie doesn’t mean for her voice to sound all punched out with awe like that, but she can’t help herself. It’s pink and has a folded over collar to keep Dolly cosy and it’s the loveliest thing anyone has ever done for Trixie. “That’s so gay. Wow.”

“Trixie look at her, she’s so skinny, she’s not built for winter on a farm. And she’s stylish. This is an important moment in the history of dog fashion.”

Trixie laughs and cups Katya’s cheeks. She’s leaning with her head tipped backwards against Trixie’s knees, looking at her upside down, and she is unfairly gorgeous even from this unflattering angle. Trixie bows over, her spine protesting, and kisses the tip of Katya’s nose.

“Dog fashion, huh? You follow that closely? That where you get all of your style tips?”

“Shut up, shut up, I hate you!” Katya thrashes wildly against Trixie’s shins. “Can I put it on her now?”

The dog has settled next to Katya, her head resting on Katya’s thighs. It’s her preferred position. One day last week Trixie had finished making dinner and gone to find Katya, discovered her sitting on the floor just like this and holding Dolly’s head cradled in one hand while the dog snoozed. Her whole body wiggles with pure canine joy as Katya eases the sweater over her head and guides her two front legs into the holes.

“That is…the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

Katya leans back harder against Trixie’s legs until she separates them to make room for her, and she wraps her arms around the backs of Trixie’s calves and leans her cheek against Trixie’s knee. Dolly has flopped over onto her back, overcome with ecstasy, and the two of them watch her delighted squirming together for a little while.

“It’s not too much?”

“Oh it’s absolutely too much, you psycho. I love it. She loves it.”

Over the last few weeks Trixie has grown accustomed to having Katya’s head between her thighs, but not like this. She gets up slowly, careful not to step on Katya, and when she gets to her feet as well Trixie wraps both arms around her and kisses her forehead. There’s no music, but Trixie sways them anyway. The snow is still falling in fat flakes and it makes the living room feel intimate and insulated.

Tomorrow morning she’ll have to leave early, earlier than usual, and make sure the animals are alright. They’ll be huddled up together close in the hay, she knows that, but a part of her still worries whenever she’s away from them. She has briefly, recklessly debated the merits of loading the truck bed with two goats and five chickens and one curmudgeonly rooster.

“Hey,” Trixie says, quietly enough that Katya could choose not to hear if she wanted. She gets a tiny hum in response, and Katya lifts her head from Trixie’s chest to look at her. “I like you so much.”

Katya wrinkles her nose. “Disgusting. Awful. You promised me you wouldn’t be sincere ever again.”

“Right. Yeah. Sorry.”

She doesn’t mean to be hurt by it. She shouldn’t be hurt by it. It’s just that it’s warm in the living room and Katya is here in her arms, looking up at her, and Trixie still can’t quite believe any of this is really happening. She feels raw this evening, overcome with tenderness, and it must be all over her face. Katya touches her thumb to Trixie’s chin and draws her face down so she can kiss her.

It’s a soft, closed-mouth thing and Katya has her free hand in Trixie’s hair, not moving. When they break apart she smiles and leaves her eyes closed for an extra couple of seconds. She opens them and they’re dark in the low light of the room, her pupils blown out wide.

“You make me so happy. You know that.”

“Yeah.” She does.

Trixie gets her hands underneath Katya’s sweater to touch the smooth, firm plane of her stomach. She loves to touch her bare skin. Katya is soft everywhere, but strong. Sometimes Trixie is driven to distraction by the flex of tendons in her forearms or her thighs and Katya has to tug on her hair to remind her of what she’s doing. This time, Katya yelps and twists out of Trixie’s grip, jerks back away from her.

“Oh, ow, your hands are freezing. Get away from me.”

Even as she’s saying it she reaches for Trixie and takes her left hand, captures it between each of hers. She closes her eyes and breathes slowly through her nose like she’s focusing very hard, her lips moving a tiny bit. Warmth spreads from the centre of Trixie’s palm out into her fingertips and up the length of her forearm. She feels heat blooming in her elbows and her toes and the tip of her nose, and when Katya lets her go the furious pink of her skin has faded away. Trixie gives Katya her right hand without being asked to let her do the same. She’s always so warm, like it comes from the core of her. Trixie hasn’t gone to bed cold since Halloween.

“Trixie,” Katya says very softly. “I want you so much that I can’t stand it. But don’t let it inflate your ego, I really can’t handle it if I have two ladies vying for my attention.” Her eyes dart to Dolly, on her back in her sweater with all four legs in the air, before she meets Trixie’s gaze again.

It does inflate her ego, a little bit. Katya is her favourite person to be around, the only person she really wants to be around. It’s good to hear that she is made equally as useless as Trixie by whatever this is between them. She doesn’t need to hear it every single day, but her heart feels too big for her chest tonight and she wants to be babied a little bit, needs Katya to be gentle with her.

“Will you take me to bed?”

“Yes, obviously. You’re so dumb.” There’s so much fondness in Katya’s voice and she cradles Trixie’s cheek in her palm, touches her thumb to the corner of Trixie’s mouth. “What kind of crazy bitch do you think I am? You think I’d say no?”

Trixie turns her head into Katya’s touch and captures her thumb between her teeth, draws it into her mouth. She touches her tongue to Katya’s fingerprint and then sucks until Katya grunts and her hips rock shallowly against nothing.

“You’re a slut,” Trixie says around Katya’s thumb. She bites down hard until Katya whines and takes her hand back. “You’re a whore.”

They both know that that isn’t exactly true. It’s Trixie who so often finds herself disoriented with longing, waking up in the middle of the night and reaching for Katya across the sheets. She feels cleaved in two so that she can’t focus on anything other than the hot centre of her spilling out, her hands clumsy and fumbling as she tries to keep the most raw parts of herself inside.

Katya is gracious enough not to mention it. Things are different in the daylight, less urgent, and when Trixie wakes up to the alarm clock’s insistent blaring Katya wordlessly hands her a mug of coffee. She drinks half of it down before she feels ready to speak. It’s still dark outside. Katya has left the light on in the hallway and the door ajar rather than turn on any of the lamps in the bedroom. It feels careful, something gentle she’s doing to ease Trixie into the morning. Katya has probably been up for at least an hour already.

By the time they’re dressed Trixie is feeling a little more with it. She teases Katya about the purple-red bloom right below her jaw, captures her with her fingers hooked in her belt loops so she can draw her in close and kiss her slowly. Katya sometimes lets Trixie drop her off at the store on her way home in the mornings. It’s so early that Trixie isn’t expecting it today, so when Katya starts pulling her boots on it stops her where she stands.

“You catering to the morning crowd of ghouls and vampires now?”

“Huh?” Katya almost loses her balance and Trixie offers her elbow, catches her before she can go to the ground. “Oh. No. I’m not gonna open. Snow day. I want to come with you. I want to see my ladies.”

Warmth blooms outwards from the centre of Trixie’s chest and she rolls her eyes to hide it. “Okay, I get it, you only spend time with me so you can hang out with the animals. I’m bottom of the list. That’s fine.”

“Well you are a bottom, honey, I don’t know what to tell you.”

Trixie shrieks, louder than is necessary or comfortable while the sun is still a pink haze at the edge of the world. It makes Dolly bark, just once, and her claws skitter against Katya’s hardwood as she darts rapidly between the two of them.

“I like you more than I like the goats,” Katya offers. She’s grinning, and she captures Trixie’s hand in hers and brings it to her mouth so she can kiss each of her knuckles individually.

Trixie lets her, made useless by the careful way Katya touches her and the wet heat of the tip of her tongue just darting out. When she turns Trixie’s hand over and grazes her teeth against the lines in her palm Trixie hums a tiny noise. Katya has a tattoo on her thigh of a hand with long dark nails and a flame cradled in the palm, which Trixie had been delighted to discover.

“Stop making out with my hand, you freak.”

Katya bites the meat at the base of her thumb for that, but she does let her go. Dolly sits between the two of them in the cab of the truck with most of her body in Katya’s lap, and she strokes the dog’s silky head for the whole drive. She doesn’t have to circle the truck for her superstitious ritual anymore, and Trixie isn’t sure whether that’s because she’s getting more comfortable with being in the car or because it’s so uncomfortably cold that she can’t bear it.

When they get to Trixie’s house Katya is out of the truck and heading for the coop before Trixie has even killed the engine. She sits in the car for a little longer to watch Katya, who has opened the door to let the chickens come clattering out and is on her knees in the snow to commune with them. She is so cute that Trixie has to knead two fingers against her sternum to quiet her silly, tender heart. The goats are bleating indignantly from the cowshed so Trixie goes to them first to let them out. Inside, she boils water on the stovetop to defrost the ice in the water trough and she stands at the sink to watch Katya from the kitchen window. She’s got two chickens on her thighs and a third on her shoulder, Faith, who is sticking her beak directly into Katya’s ear.

Trixie gives her as much time with the girls as she can before she has to come and collect their plastic drinker so she can clear the ice out of it. Katya gets up with Faith cradled in both arms now and the chicken lays her head against Katya’s chest and chirrups contentedly.

“Can I have a kiss?” Trixie says, unable to stop the whine from creeping into her voice. She has the handle of the feeder dangling from two gloved fingers and with her free hand she reaches for Katya’s elbow to try and pull her in. “Please. Please?”

“I’m very busy with my favourite girl right now, mama. You gotta wait your turn.”

Katya’s doing it on purpose, because she thinks it’s hilarious that Trixie gets so jealous. She’s told her that, when Trixie has been unable to shake her petulance, and she’s kissed the pout right off her mouth. It’s childish to need all of Katya’s attention all of the time, but Trixie can’t help herself. When she has it, when Katya’s red mouth cracks open on a wide grin at her dumb jokes and when she insists on always touching some part of Trixie, it makes her feel woozy with affection.

Trixie calls time when they both start shivering and drags Katya into the house with her by the elbow. Dolly is already inside, curled up into a tight, glossy knot on the couch and snoring loudly. Katya’s pants are soaked from the knees down with snow and Trixie sends her upstairs to find something to change into. While Katya’s gone, she starts pulling ingredients for pancakes.

They don’t get mornings together very often, because Katya has to open the store. Trixie wants to make the most of it, wants to romance Katya before the rest of the world is awake. She comes back down wearing an old pair of Trixie’s sweats that are so huge on her she’s had to roll the waistband over twice. They make her look tiny, and Trixie wraps both arms around her shoulders and just holds her until she gets impatient and squirms to be released.

It’s like having a small child in the kitchen with her. Katya keeps pilfering ingredients while Trixie’s trying to make up the pancake batter, and she darts these little glances at Trixie from the corner of her eye and looks so pleased with herself that Trixie can’t bear to do anything other than let her. She always adds salt to her batter to help reduce the bitterness of the dark chocolate, and she spills a little on the counter because Katya is singing Russian pop, at the top of her lungs and completely off-key, and she’s laughing more than she’s focusing. Before Trixie even gets a chance to sweep the salt away Katya snatches it up and tosses it behind herself over her left shoulder.

“Katya!”

“Sorry. I’m sorry. It’s a dumb superstition.”

Trixie sighs and presses the heel of her palm to her forehead for a second. “It’s not- I know that. That’s whatever. But it goes somewhere. You can’t just throw it all over the floor.”

Katya sweeps the salt from the floor, and does the whole kitchen while she’s at it. When she’s done she comes to stand behind Trixie and wraps her arms around her waist, lays her cheek to Trixie’s shoulder blade. Trixie covers Katya’s hands in her own, clasped at her stomach, and knots their fingers together.

“I’m sorry,” Katya says again. Her voice is very small, and Trixie feels the press of Katya’s nose into her back like she’s hiding her face.

She turns in the circle of Katya’s arms and brushes her bangs back out of her eyes, arranges her hair against her shoulders. It’s rare that Trixie can just hold her, because Katya is spilling over with energy all the time and she’s not very good at stillness. She cherishes every opportunity, because she knows that it takes Katya real effort to be here in Trixie’s arms.

“Don’t be. I find your superstitions very charming.” Trixie kisses the corner of her mouth and lets herself linger, because Katya smells like the cold morning and like herself, underneath. “And I know you were there at the dawn of civilisation when most of them were created, so I can’t hold it against you.”

Katya shrieks a laugh at that. She tips her head back with it and balls her hands into fists, rests them at Trixie’s shoulders. “Respect your elders, you awful little brat. You villain.”

“Hey.” Trixie touches her thumb to the spot just below Katya’s jaw. “Your hickey’s gone.”

“I’m a fast healer.”

That does seem to be true, in the time that Trixie has known her at least. Last week she nicked herself while she was helping Trixie chop vegetables. Trixie left her holding her finger beneath the stream of cold water from the faucet, and by the time she got back with a box of Band-Aids Katya wasn’t bleeding anymore and she had a faint red line on the side of her finger.

“I guess I’m just gonna have to give you another one then, huh?”

Katya makes a disgusted noise and scrunches her face up. She seems to have hit her limit and she wriggles out of Trixie’s arms and hops up to sit on the countertop instead. She shunts over a couple of inches when Trixie shoves on her thigh and starts drumming her heels against the cabinet door below. Her bangs are annoying her again, she keeps blowing them out of her eyes and Trixie will have to trim them for her later. Katya’s hair grows faster than anybody Trixie has ever known, and she is absurdly jealous over it.

Somehow, in spite of all the distraction, she’s done with the pancake batter. Trixie has a heart shaped mould that she sets in place on the griddle and she pours some of the batter into it. It’s disgustingly saccharine — Bob bought it for her as a Valentine’s gift because she rejected all forms of sincerity — and she hasn’t ever used it before. Katya makes her want to be gentle, even though she knows she’s going to be teased for it.

“Oh my God, this is so gross. Trixie, do you like me?”

Katya is looking at the pancake just beginning to brown rather than at her, but she’s smiling so wide that her whole face is creased up with it.

“No, I hate you. You’re so mean to me, all the time.”

Her pouting works. Katya spreads her knees and hooks her feet around Trixie’s hips, tugs on her so that she moves between Katya’s thighs. It’s peculiar to have Katya looking down at her but she’s kissing her before Trixie can think too much about it, one hand in her hair to angle her head just where she wants her.

She lets Katya kiss her until the pancake starts smoking and they break apart. Trixie plates it anyway, gives it to Katya with the jar of homemade apple butter from the refrigerator.

“It’s burned,” Katya pouts. “That’s a bad omen, Trixie.”

“If you don’t want it that’s fine, I’ll eat it.”

“No!” Katya yelps, and clutches her plate protectively against her stomach like she thinks Trixie’s going to take it right out of her hands. “You made it for me. I’m eating it.”

She sticks her finger into the jar of apple butter and holds it out for Trixie. It’s disgusting, because a lot of the things Katya finds acceptable are really not at all, but she parts her lips and licks Katya’s finger clean anyway.

The smell of pancakes lured Dolly into the kitchen and she’s lying on the linoleum and whining low in her throat, staring at Katya. She hops down from the countertop and goes right to the floor, kneeling in front of the dog and letting her lick apple butter from the same finger Trixie just had in her own mouth.

A little shiver of revulsion goes through her just watching that. It does mean that she can focus on her cooking, and she manages a stack of perfect pancakes before Katya comes back to bother her again.

[artificialqueens]

Moving Parts Ch.1 (Taron) - Aquaria

Summary: Trixie Mattel moves from Wisconsin to Pittsburg to pursue her dreams of being a professional ballerina at Visage Dance Company. There she meets the star of everyone’s show, Sharon Needles, and maybe falls in love. A little bit.

A/N: Ayo sis!! Here’s a short beginning to the au that’s been consuming my thoughts every waking hour. Any feedback is appreciated! Light trigger warning for hints of past abuse. I also apologize if I get anything wrong about dance in the future, I know bit about dancers but not super in-depth. Hope you enjoy!    

 Trixie’s feet pound heavily on the ground as she runs, making harsh noises against the concrete. She wants to run away, but not from Katya. She doesn’t chance looking back, she doesn’t want to lose this race – for old time’s sake. She wants a crown of flowers and sunshine resting upon her golden locks, of summer days and billowing dresses. Victory - of stories lost to the wind, and two girls laying in the grass. The wind now seeps into her hair, blowing stray pieces into her eyes. She lets the moment overtake her for a second too long, and the russian girl passes her just fast enough to reach the finish. “Next time, Barbara,” Katya grins easily. Her bright red lips frame perfect white teeth (an attribute Trixie’s always been jealous of). Katya’s bangs stick to her face, her curly, blonde locks resting on her shoulders. They both know there won’t be a next time.

     But for now that doesn’t matter. As per routine, Trixie crosses her arms and huffs out an annoyed breath. Fake annoyed; she never gets mad at Katya. Katya is the blaring lights at a club. She’s loud and energetic, but she’s fun and comforting. A few drinks gets Trixie tipsy, but Katya is always there behind her, holding her up and keeping her swaying to the beat. Different colours fade in and out as the music changes, displaying the different sides to her best friend. She knows when to be sober, calm and prepared to throw down. She’s the hand rubbing comforting circles into the dancer’s back, up and down slowly, tracing the tears down her face and mopping them up. She’s the loud, obnoxious jokes at 3AM. The old, bad movies shared at the best times. Katya endures Trixie’s screams with ones of her own, running in circles around the broken bottles and shattered picture frames.

    Routinely, Katya asks for a kiss. She puckers her lips and flutters her eyes. Trixie always has a difficult time saying no to that face. The glitter shines in the sunlight, sparkling and showing off the blonde’s best features. Her makeup is done perfectly, artistic black wings and even red lips. Reflecting sketches drawn in the light of a broken lamp, pens scribbling across notebook paper. A jumble of lines mixing together to create a piece, two girls smiling, kissing, laughing, sharing ice cream. Doodles and memories, all lain out in her suitcase. Katya’s face is mirrored by Trixie’s own poorly-drawn eyeliner and smudged pink lipstick. Trixie leans in, and - routinely - her best friend wedges her tongue between Trixie’s lips. That’s when she pulls away, complaining her way through a memorized monologue.

Trixie thinks that sometimes memories are the worst form of torture.

The Pittsburg air blows a few strands of blonde hair into her face, and she lets it sit there for a moment. Sticking to her wet cheeks, stained porcelain painted with new tears. She fights to see through the haze of her thick hair, as the sound of wind increases in her ears. She trips again - this time over a crack in the sidewalk - and almost runs into someone. Looking up, Trixie thinks that her plane must’ve crashed and she’s now dead. A tall, lanky girl with beautiful black hair and gorgeous blue eyes meets her gaze, smiling. The contrast of her dark makeup and pale skin is ethereal, and her smile is beautiful, black lips painted around it. She laughs lightly at Trixie’s confused stance, and the blonde thinks that angels are ringing bells in her ears. “Sharon,” the goddess introduces.

“Trixie.”

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Cupid’s Blind Arrow (Group fic) Chapter 2 - Ginger Nut

A/N: I’m back back back again, hope people enjoy thanks again to Mistress for being beta!!! Xx :))

“This is so stupid” Pearl said as she made the finishing touches to her costume. She took one last look in the mirror. From head to toe she resembled a sexy, modern-day knight. she’d made most of the costume herself, and to her mother’s surprise, she’d actually finished it, and on time as well. Her silver dress gave her an hourglass figure, accentuating her waist. Pearl had added small metallic shoulder pads and lots of thrift shop silver jewellery scavenged from the many secondhand shops around her house. With the necklaces she molded a chunky yet flattering belt, giving her garment a unique touch. The Pearl touch she thought as she smiled back at the girl in the mirror. Pearl had straightened her hair for once, giving her natural waves a time out for the night. “Pearl, honey, you’re going to be late,” a voice from downstairs called, Pearl loved her mum, she really did, but the last thing she needed was to be the first person to arrive at her first high school party, and not dressed as a sexy version of an animal, but as a knight. “It’s fine mom, I’ll be down soon, ok?” Pearl didn’t hear a response but she took that as a yes. Why are you so nervous? The girl could only wipe her sweaty hands on her bed duvet so many times. Just be normal, be cool. She was the one who invited you, Pearl, she must want you there. Or maybe she feels bad for you. Maybe everyone does. what if they all talk about me? “Get out your head, Pearl” she told herself, fixing her hair one last time so it was just perfect.

Over at Alaska’s house, she and Willam were getting ready together so they could adjust each other’s headpieces. Plus, Willam felt like Alaska needed all the company she could get right now. As she bobby-pinned part of Alaska’s crown into her hair, Willam could feel the stiffness in the girl’s shoulders. “Cleopatra,” said Willam. “A strong, independent, woman.” “Hardly” Alaska tried her best not to chip her fresh set of acrylics, but couldn’t resist picking at them. “She had so many affairs.” “Who didn’t in those days? Hell, who doesn’t now-“ Fuck. Willam squeezed her eyes shut as she mentally kicked herself. “Shit, sorry I didn’t mea-“ Alaska gave out a pathetic laugh turning to face the other blonde. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. Not like it was a person anyway. Just some lousy downers for a lousy person– dammit.” “What?” “My nail,” Alaska whimpered, stomping her foot. Once. Then twice. Then she started whining. Then came the frustrated screams drowning out any background noise. “Hey, hey, hey” Willam tried to restrain Alaska from levelling up to a tantrum, gripping onto Cleopatra’s forearms and forcing eye contact. “Don’t worry, we can–.” “But they shouldn’t have chipped in the first place. Why do they always chip, every single time!” Alaska’s eye started to well up. Willam felt a surge of strength – she was not about to witness strong and beautiful Cleopatra turn back into the Alaska who turned up a week ago at her front door. “Don’t let your nails ruin your night lask, they don’t deserve to. Why don’t we get you a new pair, huh? You can get them red to match my loub’s yeah?” Willam had nothing left other than to hug Alaska, but if she did that right now she’d crease both her and Alaska’s costumes, I don’t care if the girl’s about to die. I didn’t get this pressed for nothing. Willam heard sniffling; “God Alaska.” Willam looked at her friend again and was taken aback. Stood before her was a defeated, harmed, shrivelled soul, an antonym to the girl who was captain of the cheerleading squad, nailed the roll of Sandy in the school production of Grease, and smiled at everyone in the hallways. Her pouted lip didn’t compare to the true solemnity in her eyes, Alaska was hurting really badly and Willam didn’t know what to do. What would Courtney do if she was here? Well she’d be having the time of her life getting railed into next week- no no how would she comfort someone? Willam sighed, suddenly forgetting about the creases in her dress she was about to welcome. “Come here,” She stretched out her arms and welcomed Alaska into a hug, they stayed there for a while until Alaska sobs had quietened. Willam pulled away looking at a way to resolve Alaska’s now smudged makeup. “We’re gonna need to fix this.” Pulling her over to the vanity Willam tried to wipe away the winged eyeliner without touching anything else, her mind started to drift elsewhere; ~~~ “Hey court,” Willam instinctively smiled as she opened the door for the Aussie, the being before her radiating beams of warmth and happiness. Courtney lead herself to the dining room and presented Willam with a question; “So, what did you think?” Willam was leaning against the worktop her mind wandering to places it shouldn’t. Her eyes compliment her face so well, the beautiful colour works akin to her sun-kissed skin, I want to kiss her skin. Her ears are so little, that’s a cute dress, is almost too pretty to rip off. Almost. “Wills?” Willam shook herself back into the real world with no recollection of what she’d been asked “uh, yes” she proclaimed, pretty confident in her answer. Courtney giggled, making Willam blush ever so slightly. “No, what did you think of the book I gave you?” “Oh sorry, yeah yeah I just couldn’t get my head around a lot of the stuff though. Like who’s gonna attack a ham in the middle of the night?” “I think if that’s the most challenging scene for you to understand in To Kill a Mockingbird, you’re doing alright” “Gee thanks.” There was a pause of silence as the two girls looked at each other, taking all of them in. “Listen Courtney,” A stranger to feeling nervous, willam became aware of her pounding heart and started to worry. “Summers almost over, and you’re gonna move back soon, at least I’m guessing and you’ve really helped my grades. Like a lot. And I just – really – want to – I guess I’ve just realised,” Willam rambled. It made Courtney smile, and this in turn only made Willam more rambly. Courtney walked over to her, leaving a trace of a gap between them. Looking up at Willam, she could see the whole world in them. “Wills, what are you trying to say?” Willam was speechless, inhaling Courtney’s scent and thinking about her drove her crazy. “I just want you to know, that this,” she motioned between them, “Is real to me” Courtney closed the gap and gave a soft kiss on Willams hollow cheekbone, leaving her lips barely connected to her face before moving to Willam’s ear. “Now let’s go do analysis” Courtney began to giggle again and Willam jokingly pushed away from her “fuck all the way off” Courtney pulled Willam to sit down who begrudgingly obeyed because it meant she got to listen to Courtney talk about something she was passionate about. Willam could listen to her all day. ~~~ The Chachki household was in full swing, with a DJ set up in front on the grand staircase and coloured lights set up in every room. Violet and her helpers were getting snacks arranged in the kitchen. But, as usual, Violet was too picky for anyone, but her, to be arranging anything. “No no no no,” she hurried over to the countertop where Fame was putting assorted crisps into a bowl, Violet threw her hands out to stop her friend immediately, “What Vi? What’s wrong?” “Why would you put different crisp flavours into the same bowl? Fucking dumbass.” Fame raised her arms in surrender and just let the other girl take over. “Uh just go help Katya make a playlist, I’m gonna die if the DJ starts to play some fucking Russian bullshit” Fame didn’t hesitate, running away to find Katya, who had shown up a couple of hours ago in a full on Neil Armstrong costume. ~~~ “And you are….” “I’m an astronaut.” Violet paused as if Katya didn’t just answer her question, furrowing her brow even further “Why though” “Okay hear me out, I took a buzzfeed quiz online, like what I should be according to my personality, or was it my zodiac sign? Actually it might’ve been a mix of both because, n-never mind. I just answered a bunch of questions and it told me an astronaut.” “You didn’t think to make it in any way, appealing?” Katya slapped Violet on the arm, “Hey! Who are you trying to fool dressing as an angel anyway?” “None of your business. Now we’re going to have to do something about,” Violet motioned all over Katya with her hand “this.” Violet grabbed both of Katya’s shoulders and directed her upstairs to her room. The pair returned around forty minutes later, Katya’s space suit had been turned into a strapless skater dress. Wow, thought Katya. Violets like one of those mice in Cinderella. ~~~ Around an hour later guests started arriving in costumes varying from Barbies to Victorian gentlemen, to the football team who had come as a squad of sexy firemen. Everyone was mingling and dancing, floating into different rooms of the big house. Thankfully, the playlist was a huge success, everyone shouting out all the words to the classic tunes. Sharon, dressed as a nondescript Roman came up to Violet looking carefree and drunk. “Chachki!” Sharon stumbled over, almost tripping over a stray shoe. “Hey Sharon, care to explain your costume?” Violet found herself having to shout over the music “I’m Caesar, get it?” “Like the salad?” “No, fuckin moron” Sharon leaned in closer to Violet and the host almost gagged smelling Sharon’s breath. “As in my man Julius!” Violet sighed as if to say And? Sharon groaned in frustration, “Because I’m a powerful bitchhhhhh Vi” Sharon posed before the girl giving her a full view of her cloth-like play suit and leafed flower crown. Her hair was styled in beach waves and Violet had to admit, she looked pretty good. “Y’know it didn’t end too well for that guy.” “Yeah and take a look at how my goddamn life is going at the moment.” Sharon looked stone cold sober for a second, the reality of what she’d just said sinking in. “Sharon” Violet subsided to a more sympathetic tone, “Cheer up, don’t let them see you cry. Save it for your pillow” “Y’know Vi, people just think you’re a real bitch, but,” Sharon stretched her arms out wide and did a full turn, “you throw a great party” Sharon went to waltz back into the crowd before turning back and whispering one more thing: “If you tell anyone I’m dressed as a salad I’ll curse you”

Bianca couldn’t stand the crowds of people anymore, stepping on her shoes and pushing into her. She hated costumes, she really did, but she’d begrudgingly come as a sexy priest. If I’m gonna have to put on a costume might as well make something that will remind these people of how much of a disappointment they are to God. She bought a LBD with flared white sleeves and a pair of black stilettos – which she’d never tried before. Her feet were killing her so she’d abandoned them after her third drink. She made her way outside to one of the balconies to get some air before noticing a silhouette before her. “Hello?” The silhouette turned around to reveal Adore dressed as some eccentric being with a top hat that Bianca couldn’t get past. “Hello,” She repeated with wide eyes and sarcastic tone. Adore gave a single laugh before turning back to face the open air which had a slight breeze to it. “Are you here to force me to purge my sins?” This time it was Bianca who laughed and came up next to the girl. “All is forgiven if you can give me even the slightest idea of who/what you are tonight” “I’m the album cover of Marilyn Manson’s “Smells Like Children.” “Never heard it.” Adores face became masked with displeasure and determination. “We’ll have to change that” Adore took Biancas phone out of her hand and typed in the password she’d figured out a couple of weeks ago. She started to play the album and Bianca clenched her jaw in an attempt to keep her mouth shut. Offending Adore was the last thing she wanted to do but the music was fucking awful. Instead Bianca tried to change the subject completely, “Your makeup looks good” it came out at a much higher pitch than anticipated causing Adore to smile and drop her head a little. “Thanks B” a comfortable silence emerged, the two girls overlooked the city listening to (blocking out in Biancas case) the music playing at a low volume– low compared to inside the house. After a few minutes Adore brought out a joint and lighter from her blazer pocket which was decorated with rips and frayed fabric. “Wanna smoke?” “If you think I’m gonna put that in my mouth you can think again, chola.” Adore just looked over at her and Bianca became intrigued, “What? What?!” “Y’know B, you’re always so worked up, so tense. Like… you ever just wanna let go?” Adore took a drag and blew out the smoke a moment later. “It’s more about I don’t want lung disease.” “Or you just love being in control.” Adore looked Bianca dead in the eyes even though her own were starting to become a little hazy. “Maybe too much.” Adore’s fingers started to trace Bianca’s hand, slowly circling her palm. Bianca was lost, lost in the girls touch, her scent, her eyes, but she didn’t want to be found. Not just yet. “I don’t need drugs to feel calm.” “Neither do I.” “That’s because you’re never off the stuff.” She took a smoke and raised her perfectly arched eyebrows. “Touché.” Adore wanted to get through to her so bad, see inside her soul, knowing hidden in there was a compassionate, loving human being. “Bianca.” “Adore.” “Stop caring, what is it that you need to hold on to so bad. Nothing is that important, just take a joint. You won’t die, trust me.” “You’re asking me to trust you?” Adore nodded and offered her pinky, “I promise.” Fuck it, Bianca thought and took Adores pinkie, tipped with chipped nail polish in one hand and the joint in the other. She inhaled and immediately started coughing, feeling like her lungs were burning up. Adore started laughing loudly, mesmerised by the picture in front of her. “Don’t worry, we’ll work on that together.” “If you get me sounding like a 40 year old man by the time I’m not even 20 you’re getting it” “I’m getting what exactly?” Adore leaned in closer to Bianca. “You’re getting drop kicked into next month, that’s what.” Of course that only made the girl laugh more.

Pearl had been talking to a couple of girls, complimenting them on their outfits. Pearl had actually received lots of praise on her own costume tonight, everyone taken aback when she’d told them that it was homemade. The whole night Pearl was looking for Violet, flying from room to room. Entering the kitchen Pearl spotted Violet across the room, admiring the way her white dress was hugging her figure. Be cool. Pearl walked up with all the confidence she could muster and snuck up behind Violet. “An angel huh?” Without even looking up Violet spoke; “Fucking Phi Phi O’Hara came as the devil and people think it’s a fucking couples costume, that little bastard I swear-“ “Just be glad that you’re costumes arent switched and you’re not making Phi Phi O’Hara look in any state angelic, anyway I think it suits you. The white almost bounces off of your black hair.” Violet tilted her head slightly and smirked, hiding an honest smile. “Thought I’d do something different tonight, you look pretty good yourself. Are you trying to be my knight and shining armour, Pearl?” “If I tried to fight anyone in this getup I’d be done for.” Violet turned fully to face Pearl and gazed over her silver dress that matched her glitter eyeliner. She pouted in approval the girl’s got taste. “Well you’re not wrong.” Violet smiled and Pearl’s heart fluttered at the genuine smile she’d earned from Violet. “You look great Pearly, looks like we have something in common.” Taking a step closer Violet could smell Pearls perfume, it smelled musky with just enough spice and Violet thought she could get high off of it. “I guess we do, who would’ve thought?” Pearl caught on to the invitation and took a step closer in return, grazing her hand across Violets. “Do you want to kiss me Pearly?” breathed Violet, barely audible. “Well that depends Vi, would you want me to?” “I’m not gonna stop you if that’s what you’re asking.” Pearl leaned into Violet and locked lips with her. They didn’t move, but stayed for a few seconds letting all the social anxiety of the past few months slip away. Violet gave herself to the kiss, letting her walls crack just enough to let Pearl through. Pearl pulled away, taking in Violet as all she was. A beautiful, perfect being. Violet looked left and right, a sigh of relief as she realised no one was in close proximity. Sharon and a couple others were elsewhere in the kitchen but they were all were too drunk to remember it happened in the morning anyway. Pulling Pearl to her ear violet whispered to the girl, “Listen, I’m gonna leave and go to my ensuite. Count to 60 then meet me there.” Violet had an essence of authority and it plastered a smile on the knight’s face, excited to play. “Up the stairs, on the left, 3rd door along. Don’t keep me waiting too long Pearly”

Back in the living-room-turned-dance-floor Trixie was dancing and singing along to one of the songs from the Hairspray soundtrack, laughing with all of her cheerleading friends. But out of the corner of her eye she saw a lone character scrolling on her phone at 70 miles per hour. Trixie pulled herself away from her group and walked up to the Astro-girl, wiping her palms dry on her Viking-styled dress and straightened her horned hat. Her fell in two braids all the way down to her hips. “Katya?” The other girl looked up, revealing her beautiful cheekbones and red lips. “Oh, hey Trixie” “Why aren’t you dancing?” Katya pulled at her dress, twirling Violets unfinished hem.“I don’t dance” she scoffed. Trixie wasn’t giving up. “Yeah you do, everyone dances.” “Not me.” Trixie offered her hand and a small smile “Come on, dance with me.” Katya turned a shade of crimson before meeting Trixie eyes which made her smile. “If anyone laughs, it’s your fault Barbie.” Trixie led Katya to the middle of the dance floor away from her friends. She started dancing effortlessly, moving so flawlessly. Katya tried to move her body in the same way but came off stiff and regimented. Realising this, Trixie took both of Katya’s hands and twirled the Russian before turning herself. They started jumping and using each other for moves, and Katya took everyone by surprise when she did a jump split as the beat dropped. The other girl toppled over in laughter and both danced the night away together, forgetting about everyone else in the room.

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Ride you like my Harley (Trixya) - Chapter 7 - AnnieSantaWifey

A/N - AU world inspired by the TV show Sons of Anarchy. I am actually using some of my favourite scenes in the fanfiction because I just have to. Everything is told from Katya’s POV.

A/N 2 - Russian words used in this chapter - darling, babe, baby, damn.

T/W - bad language, probably grammar mistakes, mentions of drugs, horrible puns, slight smut.

Katya thought that asking someone to be your girlfriend was followed with a full night of sex, but it actually meant cuddling with your partner and falling asleep snuggled into their neck. And the biker was completely okay with that.

Watching Trixie smile, being able to hold her in her arms again and give her sweet kisses was perfectly good enough for her.

“Morning, babygirl.” The biker said as she rested on her elbows, looking down at the other girl with a warm smile placed on her face as she leaned down to give her a morning kiss.

Yes, Brenda, I am being a good girlfriend already.

“Morning.” The Barbie replied as she got up, leaving the biker alone in bed, making her way to the bathroom. Katya put another pillow under her head as she moved onto her side, waiting for the other girl to come back, not wanting to get up at all.

“I missed sleeping with you.” She confessed when the other girl entered the room again. “I missed you too. Everything about you. From your stupid jokes to your sweet lady kisses.”

“Lady? You must be speaking of someone else?” The biker chuckled as she watched Trixie sit down on the bed and crawl towards her, bringing her hand up to put some of the blonde locks behind the Barbie’s ear.

She examined the other girl’s face, feeling like she hasn’t seen her in forever and it actually even seemed that way. She watched Trixie’s expression change from fuzzy in love to confused and worried. “What happened to your knuckles?”

Ah, shit, Brenda. She is onto me.

Katya looked down at her own hand, exploring her knuckles as her lips twitched slightly when she remembered how she got them. “An asshole kept bothering Wendy. I had to put him in his place.”

“Are you okay, Katya? What happened?”

“What do you think, love?” The Russian said as she looked at the Barbie again, giving her a small smile. “Don’t worry, I am perfectly fine. I had a nice sleepover with some cockroaches in a cell but it seems like it really helped me to find my true self.”

“Oh, really, now? And what’s that?”

“A Zookeeper.”

“Katya, you can’t even remember to feed Brian.”

The biker gasped, throwing herself onto the bed. “How dare you, Tracy!” They both laughed with Katya poking Trixie’s side, making her laugh even more.

“I will treat you better though.” She then added, throwing away her dramatic voice as she got serious, her hand reaching for the Barbie’s.

“You won’t forget to feed me?”

Katya burst out laughing, shaking her head as she watched the girl laugh along with her. “Oh, baby, I promise to treat you as good as my leather and ride you as much as my Harley.” She said seriously before she screeched again when Trixie threw a pillow at her, laughter filled the nice atmosphere as the couple stayed in the bed for a couple of moments before going to get some breakfast.

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“Kat, stop, you need to let me finish or I am going to be late for work and Sarah will kill both of us!” The Babie called out, trying to fight back the laughter as the biker kept on hugging and kissing her while she tried to do her make up.

“Okay, okay, I am just going to watch and learn.” Katya responded, giving her another small kiss before sitting on the floor next to Trixie, looking up at her as she watched her do magic.

“Oh, what are you doing, Tracy? Brushing off all the haters?” The Barbie laughed, putting down the brush she used for her powder as she shook her head while Katya just grinned stupidly.

“And now we are throwing a little shade!” She continued her horrible puns, making the other girl laugh and her own heart jump with its own happy dance.

Oh, Brenda, what have I become? If I end up like Ginger and her husband, I will willingly slit my own throat.

“Am I making you blush, дорогой?”

“Oh my god, stop.” Trixie used the brush to stuff it into Katya’s face, making her shut up for a second, managing to get a few moments of silence before she picked up her highlighter that made Katya speak again.

“Watching you is the highlight of my day. Eyyy!”

“Okay, okay, that one was cute. I give you that.”

“Give me a kiss as well?”

“Will you shut up if I do so?”

“Find out.” The biker grinned, leaning up to meet the Barbie girl halfway. She did actually stay quiet until she noticed the name of Trixie’s eyeshadow pallete.

“Hey, wanna get naked? Get it? ‘Cause the palette is called naked?” The biker called out proudly at her pun as she watched Trixie trying to hide her giggling.

“Can you please invent a time machine so I can go back to last night and say no instead?”

“Bow ties are cool.” Katya said, trying to make the best British accent she could, smiling widely when her girlfriend got the reference. Wife material, Brenda.

“Tracy, do you know what makes you an angel?” She spoke again after a while, getting a raised eyebrow and chuckle as a response.

“Well, every angel has its wings!” Katya lost her battle with trying to fight her laughter, pointing to Trixie’s eyeliner.

“Stop!” The other girl laughed, using the eyeliner in her hand to draw a line across Katya’s face, being rewared with more laughter that seemed to consume them so often.

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After dropping of Trixie at her work, Katya then went back to the servis since she needed to get some work done on a car some sexually frustrated woman in her 40’s dropped off yesterday. Plus she wanted to check on the girls and change her clothes before she would see Trixie again in the afternoon.

She parked her bike next to the others, noticing Laila’s, Acid’s, Willam’s and Pearl’s bikes when she looked over them, patting her own love she grabbed her backpack and made her way back inside the club house.

“Hola, amigos.” The blonde called out with another one of her horrible accents as she closed the door behind her, giving a smile to the mechanics and one of the croweaters inside the club house. She noticed that Willam was sitting in the chapel with Acid, probably discussing something very boring for Katya so she didn’t even bother going to them, she only nodded in their direction when they looked up at the sound of her voice.

The biker then hugged Chucky, one of the mechanics, spending a few minutes talking with him before going to her room in the back, putting a cigarette between her lips as she walked, lighting it as soon as she did. No one cared if anyone smoked inside the club house so that was always a plus.

Katya then opened the door, throwing her backpack next to the door before she got interupted by loud weird sobbing noises. Huh, Brenda?

She looked in the direction of the noises, finding a very upset looking Pearl sitting on her bed with her face buried in her hands. Ah, shit. What do we do, Brenda?

“Uh..Pearl? You okay?” She asked softly before she almost slapped herself as soon as she realized what she actually said. No, of course she is not okay, why else would she be crying? Ugh. Come on, Yekaterina.

The other girl looked up when she heard her and she looked horrible, really horrible, eh. “I mean, what happened? Why are you crying? Here..in my room?” She continued slowly, making sure her voice doesn’t sound angry.

“Oh, I am sorry Katya, b-but I didn’t know where else to go. I needed to get away from her and this was my first instinct. I am sorry..I can, I can go.” The taller girl started speaking, Katya noticed that she was shaking a bit.

“No, no, hey, no, it’s okay. Of course you would come here, you can come here anytime you want to, we are family, yes?” She spoke carefully, not wanting to upset the girl any more. She walked towards the other girl, giving her the cigarette in her hands which Pearl took immediately, taking a drag out of it as soon as she had between her fingers.

Katya then sat down onto the bed next to the blonde, wrapping her hand around her shoulders and using her other hand to wipe the tears and ruined make up away from the pretty face. “What happened, Pea?” She asked, using the old nickname that always made the girl smile on purpose.

The other blonde sighed into Katya’s shoulder, taking another drag out of the cigarette. She seemed to have calmed down which the Russian was more than glad for. “This morning I finally talked to Violet about us..or tried to anyway. We talked about us before but we always just brushed it off or didn’t do anything about it. You know, being all private and shits, yeah?” Katya nodded when her friend looked up at her, her hand rubbing Pearl’s back in a way to calm her down even more.

“Today, I didn’t just shut up and do whatever she wants. I wanted an answer why she doesn’t want to go public. And well..she told me that she wants to keep her options open. That she can’t be in a fucking relationship because if someone comes around, she can’t be taken. Because what if they would want to fuck her, Katya? What then? What would poor fucking Violet do? Huh?”

Okay and the calmness is gone. This bitch needs Xanax.

“So, if I get this right. She told you she doesn’t want to go public because she wants to fuck other people?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Sounds like a full of bullshit to me. You have been like this for what, two years? How many other people has she fucked?”

“No one, I think..”

“Exactly. Plus I have seen the way she looks at you, Pearly.” The Russian said, stroking the other girl’s long blonde locks.

“I don’t know, Kat, I don’t even have the energy to find out right now.” The other girl sighed as she pulled back a bit to find a tissue on Kaya’s bedside table to wipe away her make up.

“You can stay here for as long as you want, babe. I will crash over at Trixie’s.”

“And does she know?”

“Not yet.”

They both laughed as Katya grabbed her backpack, going to her wardrobe as she took out all the things, picking out new clothes to take with her, basically making a mess of all of her things just to find everything she wanted.

Oh, there you are, my love!

Katya took the raccoon hat she has been looking for since forever, putting Cheryl on immediately. I missed you, baby, oh, hi.

“Hey, Pearly, What kind of car does a raccoon drive?”

“What?” The other girl just laughed, shrugging since she didn’t know the answer to another one of Katya’s stupid jokes.

“A Furrari!” The Russian yelled out, laughing with her maniac laughter as soon as she did, making the other girl laugh along with her. Score.

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“I am gonna get you some weed and dick.” The Russian said, grabbing her backpack with all her things as she made her way out of her room, leaving Pearl to her previous thoughts with an intention to go see Violet and tell her that she needs to step her pussy up.

She didn’t like when her friends were upset. Or people in general. She made her mission to make everyone happy and so far she was glad with the results. And she intented to continue do just that.

And that was exactly why she was riding her bike to the ‘Pearlet house’ as the girls called it.

As soon as she parked her Harley in front of the house, she got off her bike, placing the helmet on the handlebars. She took back her favourite hat Cheryl and put it on as she made her way towards the front door, knocking on them when she was close enough.

She waited for Violet to open, hoping she would since she wasn’t quite sure, but she did and her face full of sadness surprised Katya. The blonde watched the girl move aside without even saying anything. Okay, Brenda, this is creepy. She has never seen Violet like this. She always had something to say but now she was silent, as if she knew why exactly was Katya here.

She tossed her backpack to the corner as she walked in, her eyes finding the other girl. “Hey, babe. You okay?” She asked as she took steps towards her, opening her arms to hug the taller girl.

“You talked to her, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I did but that does not answer my question.”

A sigh came from Violet as she pulled away a bit from the hug the two of them shared. “I am..fine, I guess. I am confused about everything.”

“Tell me about it.” The blonde smiled as she sat down on the kitchen counter, watching Violet open the fridge only to take out some ingredients she apparently wanted to use to cook lunch.

“I know all stories have two sides, but Vi, really? Not wanting to go public so you can sleep with other people?”

“You never know what’s going to happen!”

“Bullshit.” Katya snorted as she crossed her arms, shaking her head when the taller of the two looked up to meet the blonde’s eyes. “How many people have you been with since you and Pearl got more serious?”

Violet stayed quiet for a few moments before responding. “Just her.”

“Then your explanation doesn’t even make sense, красотка.” The smoker said before continuing. “I am like 70% sure you are just scared of commitment. And that’s understandable. I am too, trust me. But I found a girl that’s worth to at least give it a try. And don’t even try to tell me Pearly isn’t the one for you, because she is and we all know it.”

The dark haired girl put down all the things she was holding as she sighed once again, nodding slightly and Katya knew that the other girl was aware of all of this before she even came here but she was just scared to do anything about it.

“And now she is in my room, crying her heart out. So you go and change that.” The blonde jumped off the counter, reaching into her pocket to give Violet a blunt she took from Laila’s room before she left the club house. “I promised her weed.” She added as an explanation when she gave it to the taller girl.

She started walking towards the door again, taking her backpack into her hands as she turned around once again to look at Violet before leaving. “And do not fuck on my bed or I am going to cut your nipples open. At least use the sofa.”

Katya then opened the door with the intention to finally get back to Trixie’s house. “Thank you, Kat.”

“Katya, the psychologist always at your serivce.”

——

The smoker was now finally in front of her girlfriend’s house again. Ah, Brenda, I visited way too many houses for today. She knocked onto the door as she waited for the Barbie to open, placing the widest smile on her face and fixing Cheyl into the proper position so she looks perfect when Trixie meets her for the first time.

“Hey, Kat, he-and you are wearing a dead animal on your head.”

“Okay, wow, Tracy, don’t be disrespectful.” Katya gasped as she brought her hands up to cover Cheryl’s ears. “She can hear you. Be nice.” The smoker continued to act dramatically as she walked inside when Trixie allowed her to.

“Why are you wearing..that?”

“That being Cheryl.” She said as she took the hat off, almost shoving it in front of Trixie’s face. “Cheryl meet Trixie. Trixie meet Cheryl.” One of the biggest grins was placed on her face when she introduced her favourite part of clothing to her girlfriend.

“Hey..Cheryl.” Trixie said, sounding unsure and confused. “Why am I talking to a dead animal?” She then added, slightly pushing away Katya’s hands away from her face to get her and the hat out of her face as well.

“You either get both of us or no one, Miss Mattel.”

“Well, I guess you should be going then.” The Barbie said with a serious expression, making Katya’s heart skip a beat. “What?”

“Oh my god, no, I am kidding.” Trixie broke into laughter as she reached for the biker who was now pouting, looking like a sad puppy. She did respond to the hug but she was still acting like she was actually upset.

“You are a rotted Gila monster, Barbara, you know that?”

The other girl was just laughing at the reactions she got, trying to get a kiss from the Russian but she kept moving her head away to 'punish’ the Barbie for almost giving her a heart attack.

——

“Did I tell you that I am a professional at relationships now?” Katya then said after an hour of being with Trixie again, kissing, hugging and chatting about everything.

“You seem exactly the same actually.”

“Not with you, dummy.”

“What?” The biker noticed how quickly the Barbie shifted uncomfortably and she realized she must have remembered the incident that happened about a week ago that neither of them spoke about again.

“Oh, no, no, babe, no. I meant Violet and Pearl.” She quickly added, reaching out for her girlfriend who instantly relaxed again after hearing those words.

The Barbie nodded, leaning into the hug the two of them shared on Trixie’s bed before asking about what happened. “Well, seems like Violet is afraid of going public with her and Pearl is tired of her shit. I found Pearly crying in my room today and I talked to her before I went to talk to Violet and sent her to talk to Pearl. See? I am such a fucking pro.”

“Do you think they figured things out?”

“I am sure they fucked things out, if they talked, well that’s another question. I think so. I will find out tomorrow. I am going to talk to Pearly 'cause I need to keep track on my new ship.”

“That is really nice of you actually, Katya.” The Barbie said, placing a kiss onto Katya’s forehead as she kept on playing with the biker’s fingers.

“Wow? Are you saying that I am not nice, Tracy?” She gasped before continuing. “Mother, my girlfriend is bullying me again.”

Trixie stayed quiet for a bit before a weird looking smile appeared on her face that only confused the biker. “This is the first you called me your girlfriend.” She said as she blushed slightly, making Katya look up to her at the sound of her voice.

“Is that making you feel like super duper happy?”

“Maybe.” The gorgeous blonde admitted and Katya’s grin just grew bigger and bigger.

“Girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend.”

An adorable laughter coming from the Barbie filled the room as she poked Katya’s side. “It doesn’t work like that, you have to say it nicely like before.”

“Mother, my girlfriend wants me to confess my love for her again.”

——

When Katya was sitting in the chapel the next day, her mind was still stuck in last night, thinking about the girl she got to call her girlfriend now. She snapped into the reality every now and then when someone started talking but she was mostly lost in her thoughts. She found herself doing that so often at this point.

“Okay, girls, Manila called me earlier. The Coyotes want to meet at the Jelly Bean to discuss something, she didn’t tell me much, she said she will tell me more later.” Raja started talking as she looked all over her other club members.

“What is with the Coyotes and strippers?” Adore chuckled out loud, others joining her.

“They ain’t strippers. Have you been to the Jelly Bean? It’s horse meat in a g-string.” Violet replied, another wave of laughter washed over the girls.

“I love the Jelly Bean.” Katya called out, smiling at the memory of finding the club.

“Of course you do.” The girl with the smallest waist ever responded to her.

“I love it, too.” Willam joined in, giving a high five to the Russian across the table.

“And the freak circle is complete.” Violet’s voice filled the room again, followed with more laughter.

Katya always felt the best with the girls around, the meetings in the chapel were always her favourite part of the day and now spending time with Trixie was at the top on her list as well.

“When are you going to the studio, Kat?” Milk who was sitting next to her asked.

“Huh? Why?”

“..You wrote your shift with me for today?”

“Oh, sorry, my memory is being a little bitch lately.”

“Just catching up with the rest of you then, huh?”

“Biiitch!” The smoker called out as she laughed once again during the meeting. 

“I can just head out when you go so you don’t ride alone, just let me know.”

“Okay, sweets.”

——

From: Trixie

Do you prefer the red blouse or the pink blouse that I showed you yesterday?

To: Trixie

Neither. I prefer you naked.

From: Trixie

I am going to get lunch with Kim and her new possible future boyfriend, I want to look good.

To: Trixie

Why do you want to look good? You are mine.

From: Trixie

First impressions!

To: Trixie

Mine.

From: Trixie

Are you trying to sext me right now?

To: Trixie

Fuck, now I want to.

From: Trixie

…Red or pink?

To: Trixie

Wear the pink blouse to the lunch but wear the red underwear when I see you again.

From: Trixie

A magic word?

To: Trixie

Imperio.

From: Trixie

I walked right into that one..

To: Trixie

;)

To: Trixie

Gotta go to the studio, talk to you later, babe.

——

Katya saw Nina after the incident a few times and she was acting just like the first time she met the Russian. She was awfully nice and the biker found herself wanting to be her friend. She spent a little time thinking if she still feels the same way she did when she first met her but right now when she looked at the director, she just felt what she did when she looked at any other girl or one of the croweaters.

Just another hot chick that I have no interest in because I got a Barbie doll. Brenda, I hope you are fucking proud of me. Look at me now, bitch.

The blonde was just finishing her shift when she got a phone call from the Barbie, asking her if she wants to come over once again and asking her to buy a few things on the way. Katya also noticed the slight jealousy in Trixie’s voice when she mentioned she is in the studio and she kind of loved the fact that the Barbie was jealous.

She felt a bit guilty about spedning so much time over at Trixie’s place and that was why she usually brought something with her. Some candy, something for Brian, or a make up, usually a lipstick that Pearl picked up for her because Katya didn’t have any idea about what Trixie would like and what not. Any shade of pink basically.

That’s what friends are for, Brenda.

The Russian jumped off her bike once again when she parked it in front of the now very familiar house, skipping to the door as she knocked on them.

“Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door. Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeaaaah.” She sang out when the Barbie opened the door, wanting to put a smile on her face instantly.

“You do know that Satanists won’t go to heaven, right?”

“I can just stand on this porch all day, angel.”

“Because you can smoke in here, right?”

A loud screech came out of Katya’s mouth but she did nod because it was actually kind of the truth. Now that her smoking habit was mention, her addiction was kicking in again.

“Get me inside, please. It’s too fucking hot out here.” The smoker groaned dramatically, already taking off her jacket as she walked into the house.

——

“Ugh, I am sweating like hooker in church.” Katya then called out as she threw her shirt over her head, making herself fall onto Trixie’s bed.

“Wow, you are so attractive right now.” The Barbie said, the irony was dripping from her voice.

“Excuse me, Tracy.” The biker rolled over to face the other girl who was changing her own clothes now, looking a little unimpressed.

The Russian then placed her hands onto her breasts as she started to make the sweet noises she made when the two of them slept together.

Trixie turned around with a slight shocked expression but her face was filled with interest.

And so Katya proceed to continue on making real sounding noises, rubbing her breasts as she threw her head back a bit, closing her eyes to make it seem as real as possible.

“You are unbelievable.”

The biker could tell that her girlfriend was turned on by her behaviour and she made a note in her head so she could use her fake moans in future adult activites.

“Oh a scale from one to ten, how turned on are you right now? And don’t like to me, малышка.”

“Like a solid six.”

“Score!”

——

“Wait, no, babe, I am going to be late.” Katya chuckled as she tried to get out of the bed, all her attempts were interupted by Trixie’s hands pulling her back in. “Pearl is going to be asleep by the time I get there, come on.” She kept on laughing as she finally got out of the bed, quickly trying to find her shirt and jacket.

The biker was all dressed up as she leaned in for a goodbye kiss before jumping over the bed to get out of the house, using the window since it was quicker than using the door. Katya logic.

“Wait.” She heard Trixie’s voice and she smiled for herself, turning back around to place another kiss onto the Barbie’s soft lips.

“Yeah, okay, that was nice but I actually..you got lipsticks marks all over you.” Her girlfriend giggled as she took a napkin and used it to wipe her pink lipstick from Katya’s cheeks.

“Okay, now you can go.” She said with a smile, stealing one more kiss before Katya climbed out of the window and quickly walked to her bike with the intention to pick her sleepy friend up on her way to the club called the Jelly Bean.

By the time she got to the 'Pearlet’s house’, the girl was already half sleeping since she was leaning against a tree. Katya whistled at her, making her wake up and walk towards her.

“You know, I do like Trixie but I don’t like standing here in the dark, waiting for you, hoe.”

“Bitch, it’s not my fault your bike is shit and not cabable of riding anymore.” “Take that back!” The taller of the two slapped Katya’s shoulder who just laughed as she watched her get on the bike right behind her.

“Why isn’t Violet giving you a ride anyway?” Katya dared to ask as she looked over her shoulder at the other girl.

“Some friend of hers is back in town or whatever, she went out with them.” “And you two..are you okay? Or?”

“We talked it through a bit, okay, yeah, fine, we fucked on your sofa.” Pearl admitted, chuckling softly at the 'Thank you’ that was given her way from the Russian.

���She said that we don’t have to go around showing off everywhere but that we also don’t have to be all sercet about it. And I agree with that.”

“So you two are public now?”

“Basically, yeah.” The pretty girl nodded with a smile appearing on her face. “That is so disgusting. And cute. I want to hug you and puke at the same time.”

They both laughed with Peal wrapping her hands around Katya who leaned into the hug with a wide smile. “Okay, yeah, cute, whatever.” She admitted as she started the bike.

“Now we can do double dates with your Barbie!”

“Fuck off.”

——

Katya parked her bike next to the others, noticing that everyone was already there so they were the last ones to show up. She took off her helmet as she checked her gun, nodding to Pearl who did the same. They then made their way to the other girls, exchanging the greetings while waiting for Raja to make her commands.

“Everyone here?” The president of Rumigos asked, being rewarder with nods. “Okay, let’s see what they want so we can get this shit over it.” She then continued as she pointed for them to follow her inside.

All of the members walked into the club, looking around to check the area and to make sure nothing dangerous was about to happen tonight. Especially Katya was being more careful than before. Not only did she have to be for her family but now she had to be careful for Trixie as well. Getting killed a few days after getting a girlfriend? No, thank you.

Raja and Willam sat down into the booth against Manila and Carmen, Katya standing right behind them. She could see rest of the Coyotes standing in the corners, watching the two presidents and vice presidents of the club interact. Katya didn’t have a single idea about what Manila wanted but she also didn’t even want to find out. The Coyotes dealed with drugs and the Russian didn’t want to have anything to do with that.

“Hey, Raja.”

“Hey, Manila.”

The presidents of the clubs were friends, they needed to be and they wanted to be as well. It was the best for both of the clubs since all of the members lived all so close to each others. There needed to be peace between them.

They exchanged a few more friendly phrases before Manila finally got to the point.

“You know about our new deal with the cartel.” The president of the Coyotes started, to which Raja nodded as she listened to whatever Manila had to say. “We need to transfer some of our coke to Nevada. And we don’t have a charter there, but you do.”

The blonde rolled her eyes as she fought the urge to say something. She knew it would be something to do with drugs. Fucking fuck, Brenda.

Raja looked up all over the Rumigos before she looked back at Manila. “When is the transfer happening?”

“I will let you know. Not in the nearest future just yet.”

“One time thing? You know we don’t do drugs.”

“Yes, just one time.” Manila nodded and Katya could see that Raja for once didn’t exactly know what to say. And that didn’t happen very often.

“Okay, we will have a talk about it, vote it out and I will let you know.” Raja and Willam stood up, shaking hands with Manila and Carmen before the president pointed to the rest of the members, walking out of the bar with the rest of the girls.

Katya didn’t like this a single bit and that was why she was the first one out of the bar. Everyone in the club knew her past with the drugs so it could have been expected that the blonde wouldn’t approve of this since she was through the drug hell herself.

Raja sighed as she walked towards her bike, looking over at Katya who was already sitting on her bike, fixing her boots. “Pearl, let Violet know about this. Same with Milk and Laila.” She said to which Pearl nodded. “We have to vote this shit out. But not tonight, I will let you know.” The presidet then added before she dismissed all of them.

The blonde already knew she is going to vote against it so she didn’t have to listen to any of the things Raja had to say because she wasn’t going to change her mind anyway.

The Rumigos don’t do drugs, they never did and Katya hoped that it wouldn’t change. Transfer would lead to dealing and that would lead to jail.

No, thank you.

——

She didn’t feel like going back home just yet, she didn’t usually go to other cities. If she went for a ride, she just kept of driving until she decided it was good enough for her. But today she didn’t want to go back so soon.

And that was why she was driving around the city, exploring the areas and places until she spotted a shop that interested her way too much, parking her bike right in front of it as she jumped off it, taking her helmet off as well and placing it on the handlebars, making her way inside the shop.

To: Trixie

You asleep?

From: Trixie

No, I am actually waiting for you.

From: Trixie

Does that sound lame?

From: Trixie

Cause I don’t care.

To: Trixie

It sounds like something I would say. So it’s probably super lame, yes. ;)

To: Trixie

I can be at your place in about fourty minutes.

From: Trixie

I will wait for you. xxx

To: Trixie

Naked?

From: Trixie

Come and find out.

To: Trixie

Damn. Make it thirty minutes.

——

“Why are you not naked?” Katya said as soon as she closed the window after herself, making it kind of a routine to use the window instead of the door to get inside Trixie’s house.

Trixie only laughed, moving a bit on the bed, making her blanket slide down her legs and revealing her bare thighs covered only by shorts. The biker’s eyes explored the Barbie’s body, moving up from her hips to her torso which was only covered in a tank top.

“Wearing less clothing than usually is still not good enough, Tracy.” The Russian said as she walked towards the other girl, making her jacket fall down from her shoulders.

“The night is still young.” Katya just had to smile at the Barbie’s words as she leaned in for a kiss. She found a new way to feed her addiction. Mixing the harsh taste of cigarettes with the sweet taste of Trixie’s kisses.

“I need to show you something.” The biker said, already giggling a bit because she just couldn’t wait for Trixie’s reaction.

She pulled her shirt back a bit, turning around so her back was facing Trixie, looking over her shoulder to watch the Barbie’s face when she tugged onto her shirt a bit more, reavealing the 'Barbie’ tattoo that was now placed on her back. The biker watched Trixie’s eyes go wide as her eyes filled with confusion and interest. Katya tried her best not to laugh but she was failling, not being to able hold her laughter inside.

“Katya? What is this..? Did you? Is this real?”

Trixie’s voice sounded so quiet and Katya just had to laugh at her, letting her shirt fall back as it was before, turning around so she was face to face to her girlfriend. “It’s fake. But it looks good, doesn’t it?” The biker replied smoothly as she kept on laughing while watching Trixie’s expression change into amused one.

“It’s kinda..hot. Actually.” The Barbie admitted as she brought her hands to tug onto Katya’s shirt so she can look at the tattoo once again. “For how long are you going to have it there?” She then added as her fingers brushed against the skin the tattoo was placed at.

“About two weeks.”

“I like it. Not that you should get it, god no. But I like it..”

“Damn, Tracy. You get turned on by a lot of things, don’t you, huh?” The biker said smugly as she kneeled onto the bed in front of Trixie, keeping an eye contact with her girlfriend who was blushing furiously.

“Is that bad, Yekaterina?”

Oh my god, jesus.

“You said my full name for the first time. And it was correct. And fucking hot.”

“Yekaterina.”

“Are you trying to find out what turns me on now? Because you are succeeding.” She breathed out as she leaned into Trixie’s personal space, placing one of her hands onto the Barbie’s stomach before lowering her hand down onto her girlfriend’s underbelly.

She could hear Trixie’s breath hitch when she slid her hand under her shorts, keeping the eye contact still the biker leaned down to bite onto the Barbie’s lower lip as her fingers found the wetness between her girlfriend’s legs.

“Блядь.”

She found out during their first time that looking into the baby blues while bringing the gorgerous girl pleasure was a total turn on but being so close to her right now was another level.

Being so close with her without being naked, there was something unusual about that yet so sexual.

The biker kept the eye contact with her lips whispering against the Barbie’s, her fingers deep burried in her girlfriend at this point. As soon as Trixie started making the sweet noises that Katya learnt to love so much, she silenced her with a kiss that hid all of the moans coming from the other girl.

She broke the eye contact only to move to the soft skin on Trixie’s skin. Her previous marks started to disappear and she needed to make new ones so her girlfriend could prove to everyone that she is taken.

“Oh, Katya..” The Barbie moaned when the biker curled her fingers inside of her, making her work even faster as she watched her girlfriend squirm under her. She had magic fingers and Trixie’s responses were only making her work faster while making impossible amount of love bites on Trixie’s neck.

Katya could already tell when the Barbie was getting close and she loved the fact that she could make her come without even taking her pants off. All she needed was her magical fingers and her mouth attacking every inch of the soft skin on Trixie’s neck, using her teeth to bite down onto her neck every now and then.

The moans were getting louder and louder and the biker had to smile into her girlfriend’s neck as her other hand gripped onto Trixie’s hips, her teeth finding the Barbie’s earlobe as she bit down onto it, making the other girl yelp and moan at the same time.

Oh, another sweet spot.

“Come on, baby.” She whispered into the moaning girl’s ear as she bumped her fingers into her, pulling her head back a bit after abusing her neck to watch her bend her back and come. The Barbie’s eyes were fully closed while her mouth was slightly open, her teeth trapping her bottom lip between them.

It was the most erotic Trixie ever looked like in Katya’s eyes. With her face flushed and her hair everywhere. Pure sex.

She let the other girl breathe for a few seconds before she pulled her hand back, looking all over her girlfriend as if she wanted to remember the view she got forever and she actually did.

“You are so hot.”

Trixie’s mouth curled into a smile as she leaned in to give the biker a lazy kiss. “Mhm, that was nice.”

“Yeah, we should do it more often, don’t you think?” The smoker replied with a smirk placed on her face as she watched her girlfriend nod with a blush creeping on her cheeks.

“Your turn.” The Barbie then said smugly as she pulled the biker closer to her, giving her another one of her sweet kisses before tugging onto her shirt and throwing it over her head.

——

A mixture of loud noises, hot breath and soft tapping on her leg woke the biker up.

Ugh.

The blonde opened her eyes, squeezing them close immediately since the sun hit her eyes instantly. Is this hell?

She then looked around, finding Trixie closer than the night before. Okay, explains the hot breath. Katya then tried to sit back a bit without waking the other girl up. That was when she noticed Brian stretching on the bed next to her leg. The cat was brushing against her leg. Okay, that explain the poking.

A loud knock on the door made her jump a bit, causing for Trixie to wake up and squeeze her eyes in pain from the sun.

“Babe, someone is knocking on your door.” Katya’s raspy morning voice filled the room as the biker turned over to her side, grabbing onto the cat as she started to pet it, a smile appearing on her face when Trixie groaned in annoyance as she got out of the bed.

“Ugh, where is my shirt?” The Barbie asked as she looked all over the room for her tank top that Katya threw god knows where last night. “I dunno.” Katya mumbled as she played with Brian’s paw, opening her eyes again to look at her girlfriend who was trying to find her shirt.

Another knock could be heard and Trixie rolled her eyes, grabbing Katya’s jacket that was on the chair next to the door as she quickly made her way out of the room, trying to jump into her shorts along the way.

Katya blinked a few times, still not being fully awake. Brian was biting onto her finger and she smiled as she ruffled the cat’s fur before she sat up, running her hand through her hair, watching Trixie storm back into the room.

“Fucking postman. Kim ordering shit from Ebay.”

The biker laughed softly until she realized that Trixie is wearing her jacket. My jacket.

“You are wearing my jacket.”

“Oh? Sorry? I just grabbed it on the way.” The Barbie said as she started to take it off.

“You look good. And you are wearing my jacket. So we have to get married now. I don’t let anyone but Abel wear it so you signed your own future right now, Tracy.” Katya called out, shooting a wink into the other girl’s direction who snorted at her girlfriend’s words, making both of them laugh.

“You look better in it though.”

“Of course I fucking do, Barbara Millicent Roberts.”

“And you know Barbie’s full name. We are definitely getting married.”

“Okay, babe, okay, just let me sleep a bit more and then we can get married.”

Katya said as she fell back into the pillows, smiling into one of them when she felt the bed get heavier when Trixie joined her girlfriend in the bed.

“Spending the whole day in bed, Tracy? Definitely wife material.”