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[chernobyl2]

I started writing journal entries in the form of letters I will never send to people who I never got closure with. Definitely feeling normal rn

[artificialqueens]

Dina’s Fun Aunt Holiday Bonus Part 3 – Ellen Thwoorp

Summary – There’s nothing like a day out when you’re on holiday, whether it’s to the Dinosaur museum or the local market, things are learned, jokes are made and the subject marriage is brought up a little more than Katya may have initially appreciated.

A/N: So this is back. Sorry it’s been a long time but since the last update I’ve fallen in and out of an unrequited love, electric shuffled in and out of the closet, become a bio queen and designed one of the most complicated final major projects my tutors have ever seen so… Hi again. Woop woop.

“Awake too, Trixie?” A voice spoke making Trixie jump as she looked away from the view of the sunrise.

“Oh, hi. Yeah I’m not great with time differences.” She smiled when she saw Svetlana sat at the table on their joined balcony.

“I’m the same.” The Russian nodded as Trixie sat in the chair beside her, pulling her pink robe a little tighter around herself, very aware she wasn’t wearing anything of much substance beneath as it had been hot the night before, well at least it had been in their bed.

“Can’t say the same for Katya.” Trixie snorted, looking out over the horizon with a smile.

“Ah no, she’ll be in bed another…” Svetlana checked her watch. “Five hours.”

“More like fifteen.” She snorted, taking the cup of tea offered to her with a quick ‘thank you.'

“I don’t know if it’ll mess with you tan, if you’re planning on getting one, but you might want to um maybe cover those up before Dina sees them.” Svetlana said awkwardly, tapping her neck. Trixie frowned before starting at the sudden realisation of whatshe was pointing at. The marks on her neck. Her hand flew to her neck, blush filing her cheeks.

“Oh, god I’m sorry.” She apologised quickly, suddenly feeling like a randy teenager caught by their mum.

“It’s fine its-” The Russian began but Trixie shook her head.

“No it’s not fine, I’m sorry about last night too." She mumbled, her face bright red. Here she was with her girlfriend’s sister, whom she was trying to make a good impression on, in next to nothing and covered in hickies.

"It’s ok, I’m not deluded to the fact my sister has a sex life. I have walked in on plenty of things I would have rather not seen." The older woman reassured her with a pat on her hand.

"Oh.”

“It’s alright. I don’t mind. But Dina will likely ask questions.”

“Right.” Trixie said, not really knowing what else to say. They sat in silence for almost ten minutes, occasionally sipping their tea and looking at the sun. It was surprisingly ok, Trixie found. The silence didn’t feel as awkward as she’d expected, in fact it was kind of nice.

“Would you like to go to the shops with me today? The others are going to the dinosaur museum, and while you’re welcome to go do that, I wondered if you might like to spend some time together?”

“Yeah, yes that sound great. You didn’t want to go to the museum?”

“She gets her dinosaur thing from Katya and Peter, I go because it makes them happy but if I have an excuse that’ll get me out of it, I’ll use it.” The older woman shrugged.

“Yeah, ok. I’m kinda indifferent to the museum. I also want to find something for Katya’s birthday.” Trixie nodded. Quality time with Katya sister sounded like it would be a good thing to do. At the very least it would make Katya happy to see her interacting with her family.

“Great. I look forward to it.” Svetlana beamed, looking down at her wrist watch. “Shall we go after breakfast?”

“Yeah. Breakfast at eight?” She checked. Svetlana nodded. “Super.” She said with a wave as she opened the sliding door to their room and stepped back in. Shutting the door and curtains behind her, she looked around the semi dark room. If she just didn’t look at the pile of luggage strewn across the floor she could pretend it didn’t exist. She looked anyway and sighed. She really should sort it out.

“Where were you?” Katya mumbled, rolling over in the bed to reveal almost all of her naked body. Her eyes were still closed and her breath still heavy. It seemed as though she’d just woken up, likely she’d been woken by the sound of Trixie coming back into the room.

“Balcony with your sister. I’m going to have to pass on the dinosaurs, sweet.” The teacher replied, dropping her dressing gown to the ground and pulling off the night dress she’d put on to go outside. She slid into the bed next to Katya, letting the other woman drape herself across her, clinging to her like a baby chimp to its mother. For someone who had once said she didn’t care that much for cuddling she seemed to do it an awful lot.

“When they walk the Earth again, they’ll eat the people who ignored them first.” The Russian sighed, pressing a kiss to Trixie’s cheek. She hummed as Trixie put her arm around her, squeezing her tightly.

“Please tell me you’ve never said that to Dina.” Trixie said with a huff of a laugh.

“I say many things.” Katya replied ambiguously as her finger traced circles and swirled on Trixie’s shoulder.

“Go back to sleep Katya, I’ll wake you up when it’s almost time for breakfast.” Trixie promised, settling back into the bed. She knew she wouldn’t sleep but it was nice to lay here with her. The weather was not so hot yet that this would be uncomfortable and they had ages until breakfast. It really was the perfect time for cuddling, or more sleeping in Katya’s case.

………..

“How are they getting on?” Trixie asked as she sipped her water. They were taking a lunch break from their, so far quite unsuccessful, shopping trip. While she and Svetlana were getting along swimmingly, neither of them had managed to find anything suitably giftable. Svetlana looked up for her phone with a smile and showed her a photograph. Dina and Katya were posing in front of a surprisingly scary sculpture of a T Rex. They both had their hands in the shape of claws and their teeth bared. It was adorable. Trixie smiled fondly at the photo before looking up to see Svetlana regarding her with an odd expression. “What?”

“You really are besotted with her aren’t you?”

“Um, well yes I suppose I am.” Trixie blinked, suddenly feeling very awkward.

“I’m sorry, Katya and I share our directness.” The tall woman apologised as she eyed the cocktail menu. "We inherited it from our father.”

“No, it’s ok. I love her very much.”

“Good.” Svetlana smiled, pausing to wave down a waiter to order them both cocktails. “Don’t know if you’d love her so much if you’d been around for her Goth phase.”

“Phase? She’s the biggest closet Goth I know.” Trixie snorted.

“She grew out of it I suppose but I swear to God whenever she see something with skulls on it I see her fingers twitch.” Svetlana laughed, shaking her head fondly. “She used have black hair and the make-up, oh god all the safety pins we used to find everywhere.”

“I’ve seen the picture in her apartment.”

“Which one?”

“The family photo.” The Russian stopped laughing, a small crease appearing between her plucked brows.

“She has that photo on display?”

“Yeah, at the back. Haven’t you seen it?”

“I never really go to her apartment, she always comes to our house so she can see all of us.” Svetlana explained, smiling at the waiter appreciatively as he placed their sandwiches in front of them.

“Oh. Well, it’s on her welsh dresser.”

“Huh, that’s a surprise.”

“Why?”

“Well given how things went last time we saw our parents, I wouldn’t have thought she could stand the sight of them.” The older woman explained. “I barely can.” She added in a softer tone.

“Is this about Oksana?” Trixie asked, somewhat reproachfully. The more she heard about this awful woman the more she wanted to book a flight to Russia just to punch her in the boob. Both of them. Really hard.

“Oh, no, well I suppose indirectly, I mean the last time she saw them, around Dina’s birth.” Trixie shook her head. “She never told you.” She shook it again, looking down at her food.

"No. She doesn’t really talk about them, I don’t really want to push. I kinda get where she’s coming from.“ The blonde explained, with a shrug.

"Oh, I’m sorry.” Trixie waved a hand nonchalantly.

“Last time we saw them, seven years ago, a few days after Dina’s birth. Oh it was terrible.” The Russian sighed, sitting back in her seat.

“My parents came down over from Russia to see their first granddaughter. They arrived at our house, as a surprise.“ She began as Trixie took a bite of her food. "Of course they immediately want to see the baby. So we take them to the nursery and there’s Katya. I remember it so clearly. She was stood holding Dina telling her the plot of that damn film which shall not be named in case she senses it.” Giving Trixie an exasperated look that made the other woman chuckle. “She looked so happy. Honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen Katya happier than when Dina was born.”

“I think she was scared when we first told her we were having a baby. I think she thought I wouldn’t have time for her anymore and that I wouldn’t be there for her.” She sighed. “She needed more looking after in those days, she wasn’t long sober and some days were hard.”

“But the moment they passed this tiny little thing to her she just melted, I remember the nurses used to tell her off for hogging the baby.”

“Anyway, she’s in the nursery and she looks up and her face just drops. Katya and our parents hadn’t seen each other in almost two years at that point, they saw her just before she went to rehab and that was only because I made them. I thought it would help."

"What happened?” Trixie asked, fearing the answer was not going to be good.

“They weren’t happy.” Svetlana confirmed Trixie’s fears. “Started asking why I was even talking to her let alone letting her hold my child.”

“Oh, God.”

“As if they hadn’t done enough to hurt her, they started to make her think she wasn’t welcome in her own home, like she wasn’t welcome in my family.” She shook her head, an echo of anger reaching her fine features. “So I turned around and told them to leave.”

“Really?"

"Yep. I told them if they had a problem with Katya they had a problem with me and if that was the situation that they should leave immediately.”

“Did they?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “Had the nerve a week later to send me a letter asking for the money they’d spent on plane tickets."

"What?!" Trixie exclaimed, unable to believe the gall of those people. She just couldn’t understand how parents could be so cruel, it wasn’t as though she was unfamiliar with the experience but she knew that other kinds of parents existed. Loving parents whose opinion of their children could never be tainted by something so simple as love.

"Yeah. I sent a rainbow flag by Amazon order to their house instead.” Svetlana said brightly, looking incredibly pleased with herself.

“That is amazing!”

“Thank you. It’s one of my prouder moments.” She laughed, shooting Trixie a toothy grin that was surprisingly reminiscent of Katya’s manic grin. Trixie smiled, it was funny how two people could somehow manage being so similar and yet contrast like chalk and cheese at the same time.

“They’re lucky to have you.”

“Thank you.” She preened. “I always look out for my family. And I don’t doubt you will be added to the small list soon enough.” Trixie choked on her mouthful of food, looking at Svetlana with wide eyes.

“We- we haven’t even been together a year.” She stuttered, having finally swallowed her food.

“I know, sorry, I like planning weddings.”

“I doubt Katya would let you have any input into her wedding.” Trixie rolled her eyes.

“Sad but true.”

“She’ll get married in a space suit with a boxing Kangaroo for a bridesmaid.” The teacher laughed, imagining the madness of a wedding planned by Katya. A bouquet filled with black roses, tiny hands and eyeballs. A prairie dress with a confusing pattern of blinding, clashing colours. There was no doubt in her mind Katya would refuse the traditional white gown. Her idea of wedding dress shopping would likely be going down to the local vintage store and asking for the ugliest problem-pattern dress that nobody has ever wanted to buy. She shook her head fondly, picturing her cartwheeling down the aisle looking like she’d borrowed an outfit from Satan’s least favourite grandmother and somehow still looking chic.

“Don’t even make those jokes around her because she will love them and I am not going to an acid trip wedding.” Svetlana insisted, chuckling fondly.

……………

“How was shopping with my sister?” Katya asked, looking up from the book she was reading. She’d changed into a light cover dress over her underwear, no doubt due to the sweltering heat. Trixie sighed as she shut the door behind her, thankful to be out of the sun for a moment.

“Good, we somehow planned our wedding without being engaged.” Trixie smiled, pulling her dress over her head to change into something a little less formal and a lot more comfortable. Katya put the book down beside her and watched her with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re going to marry my sister, that’s quite uncouth of you, Mattel.” She gasped, head resting on her arm, looking as though she had not a care in the world. The teacher rolled her eyes as she took a band from their bathroom and tied her hair up.

“No, our wedding you dunce.” Trixie clarified, looking around for their suitcase.

“Oh, I unpacked, your stuff it’s in the bottom drawer.” Katya informed her, earning a thankful smile from her girlfriend. “Since when are we getting married?” She added as Trixie pulled a loose, pink playsuit from her drawer.

“God only knows.” Trixie snorted, pulling on the garment before letting herself fall onto the bed beside Katya. The Russian made a move to wrap an arm around the other woman. Trixie groaned. “Not now, sweet. It’s too hot for cuddling.”

“Good point.” Katya nodded, pausing for a moment before reaching for Trixie hand. She wrapped her little finger around the other woman’s with a satisfied smile. Trixie looked up to catch her eye, giggling along at the silly yet affectionate gesture. Katya grinned at her, shuffling forwards a little to press a kiss on the bare skin of Trixie’s shoulder. The teacher idly trailed her eye over her girlfriend’s beaming face, brushing hair from her face.

“Is- is that something you would want to do though? Get married I mean?” Trixie found herself asking, the words tumbling from her mouth before she could stop them.

“If this is your way of asking me, I’m afraid it lacks some of the flair I expected.” Katya replied seriously, a small smirk betraying her true feelings.

“No, but I mean like in the future and stuff. Would you want to get married to somebody, not necessarily me, like in general?”

“I don’t know. It would depend on who asked me.” Katya mused, dropping her shoulder in a shrug as she shifted. She lay on her side, her head propped up by her hand.

“What if I asked you in three years on this very day, what would you say?” Trixie asked, not quite able to look away from the other woman. She tried to imagine it. The two of them tree years from now. Katya just as crazy and fun but maybe with a desperately needed haircut. Their own apartment or even house, with a God awful mix of elegant pinks as busy Russian patterns. They’d be known as 'that lesbian couple down the street’, the ones everyone loved because they were sweet and hated because they couldn’t be them. Dina would be ten and Trixie would come home to find her sat in their living room next to Katya watching the Disney channel and eating ice cream. They’d have couples dinners with Svetlana and Peter. And every night they curl up in their bed, they’d bought on a taxing yet fun Ikea trip, in their house and it would be perfect.

“I would say 'new phone, who dis’.” Katya laughed, pulling Trixie from her thoughts. Trixie blinked, suddenly registering what she said. Her face morphed from a smile to an unimpressed frown.

"That’s the last time I try to have a serious conversation with you.“ She snapped, standing up from the bed. Pink tinted her cheeks as she began to feel foolish for her fantasies. She and Katya had never really talked about what they wanted or where they wanted to be in the future and something suggested to Trixie that those conversations would be like pulling teeth.

"Trixie, Trixie come here.” Katya said quickly, evidently having realised her joke was ill received. She grabbed Trixie’s hands and turned her around. She let out a sigh as she sat back in her heels, looking up at the other woman. “I would probably say yes. But I don’t know. You’re asking me to predict my life and mindset in three years.” Katya explained, rubbing the back of Trixie’s hand with her thumb. “Is marriage something that’s important to you?”

"I used to dream about my wedding a lot when I was little, I think a lot of what attracted me to it was a big party all about me. Didn’t really have those as a kid.”

“So it’s important to you?”

“Yes I suppose it is, is it to you?” Trixie nodded, watching Katya anxiously. What if Katya didn’t want to get married? What if she didn’t want a home with two point five children and a dog? What if she didn’t want children at all? Could they keep going if they didn’t want the same things?

“Not really, but hypothetically in three years time if you were to ask me to marry you I’d say yes because I knew it meant a lot to you.” Trixie made a face. “I don’t mean like marrying you just to make you happy. I just don’t feel the inherent need to get married but I would do it if it meant something to my girlfriend.” Katya clarified.

“Oh. So I suppose we’ll see where we are in three years.” Trixie said slowly, she supposed she could work with that. It wasn’t like she wanted to get married right now or anything, but it was something to know. She could see herself marrying this woman one day, the last thing she wanted was to find out Katya didn’t believe in marriage or something while she was in a restaurant on one knee with a ring.

“I suppose we will.” Katya said with a soft smile, pressing a soft kiss to her girlfriend’s lips. “Do want to see what I got at the dino museum?”

“Go on then.“ Trixie shrugged, smiling as Katya clambered from the bed and began rummaging through her bag. After a moment she let out a triumphant sound and held up a book to Trixie. '101 Dinosaur Jokes’ was written in large, green letters across the front. "Oh god, no."

“You ready? Why can’t you hear a pterodactyl using the bathroom?” Katya read, opening the book at the first page. Oh God, not the first page. Opening the book at the first page implied a linear journey through each page to the end. Trixie paled at the mere thought.

“I don’t know, why can’t you?” She asked flatly, hoping that maybe Katya had picked up a joke book that actually contained interesting, satirical humour the whole family could enjoy instead of dumb jokes.

“Because the 'p’ is silent.”

Dumb jokes it was then. Shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up.

“I no longer wish to live.” Trixie deadpanned, turning and making to walk towards the balcony as Katya cackled.

“Where are you going?” Katya asked quickly, looking up from her book with a frown.

“Depends, are you going to tell more bad dinosaur jokes?”

“I have a whole book to get through, Trixie. Of course I am.” She replied seriously, Trixie fought the urge to laugh. It was perhaps the most serious she’d ever seen Katya be. Trixie nodded.

“Ok, then I’m going to go jump off the balcony.” She declared, turning back towards the balcony.

“Oh no you don’t!” Katya cried, running and tackling Trixie, pulling her towards their bed. Trixie laughed loudly as they struggled. Eventually they ended up with Katya sat on top of Trixie, pinning her down. She dodged Trixie’s attempts to snatch the book from her fingers, ducking away whilst still sitting on her.

“What do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary?” Katya read, grinning down at Trixie gleefully.

“Nothing, I don’t call it anything!” The teacher insisted, trying to wriggle out from beneath the other woman. When had Katya become so heavy? Her strong legs were unyielding as Trixie tried to escape the obvious punchline running with ill-fitting confidence towards her girlfriend’s lips.

“A thesaurus!” Katya cried, beginning to laugh. Trixie sighed and stopped fighting as the other woman wheezed.

“I can’t believe you’re laughing at that and you’ve said some of my jokes are bad.” The teacher grumbled, looking up at Katya as though looking into the eyes of a traitor.

“You jealous of a book?” The Russian asked in a sing song voice.

“Apparently so.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I think you’re funny too.” Katya assured her, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lover’s lips before quickly striaghening and holding the book out in front of her in what she must have deemed a ‘reading pose’.

“Katya.” Trixie said suddenly.

“What do you call a blind dinosaur?”

“Katya.”

“A doyou-“

“Katya.”

“What?!”

“How many of those do you think you could read if you were sat a little further up my body?” Trixie grinned, chuckling as blush filled Katya cheeks as understanding dawned on her features.

"Really?” She asked, shifting a little where she sat on Trixie’s stomach. Trixie blinked in surprise, making a note of the blush suddenly in Katya’s cheeks. She liked that idea, interesting. Trixie hummed as she thought about what books they had with them, she be damned if she was going to listen to dinosaur jokes during sex. It could be like a challenge, a competition of sorts, see how much Katya could read aloud. How well she could keep her composure.

She lowered the book as she leant down to kiss the other woman. Trixie smiled into the kiss, Katya was so easy. Although they were certainly doing that book thing at some point. The teacher suddenly burst into action, flipping them over and pulling the book from Katya’s hand.

“Ah you tricked me!” Katya cried, reaching for her book. Trixie held it out of reach, pressing a quick kiss to Katya’s lips in triumph.

“Some might say I’m tricksy…” She deadpanned.

“Oh my god. That was terrible.” Katya groaned, resting her hands on the small of Trixie’s back as she came to lay on top of her.

“Maybe I need the book for help.” Trixie mused, laying the book on Katya’s chest as she flipped through the pages.

“Take some tips from this quality book, it’s full of jokes.”

“Huh, that’s weird.” Trixie frowned looking at one of the pages.

“What?” Katya asked, trying to look at the page but Trixie tipped the book to hide it from her.

“Well it’s a book of jokes and on this page it just says the words ‘Katya Zamolodchikova’. Weird.” Trixie said, looking up at Katya with a cheeky grin.

“You bitch!” Katya laughed, giggling as Trixie held the book out reach. There was a knock on the glass of the sliding doors to the balcony. The pair turned to see Svetlana looking at them with a raised eyebrow a she leant against the wall just inside the door.

“How long have you been there?”

“Not long, but long enough. Dina’s gone for a nap and Peter and I wanted to know if you want to play cards with us.”

“Yeah, that sounds great.” Katya said happily, snatching the book from Trixie and patting her shoulder to get her to let her up.  “Don’t worry babe, I’ll teach you how to play.” Trixie sat up, straightening her top.

“Ok, but the joke book stays here.” She said firmly as she stood, slipping into her shoes.

“Of course, the jokes are special, just for you.” Katya said seriously, leaning forward the press a kiss to Trixie’s cheek. Trixie grimaced and pretended to vomit before Katya smacked her butt playfully.

“I hate you.” Trixie grumbled, pointing down at the book in Katya’s hand as she passed Svetlana and stepped out onto the balcony.

“If you read her that whole book and she still loves you, put a ring on that finger as fast as you can, Katya.” Svetlana said, shaking her head fondly.

“Shut up.” Katya snorted, a faint blush touching her cheeks as she joined her sister. Svetlana put an arm around her and squeezed her in a half hug. They wandered out to the balcony to find Peter explaining the rules of the game to Trixie. Katya smiled at the sight. She loved how well Trixie fit in her family. She thought back to their earlier conversation as she sat down beside Trixie, and took her hand. Trixie shot her a quick smile and went back to listening to Peter. She knew it was way too early now, but she could see herself marrying Trixie someday and she somehow just knew in her heart that they would always be happy.