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Trixie blinks away the dryness that's formed in the edges of her eyes. The corners of her mouth uplift at the warmth of Katya's embrace. Half her weight is on Trixie's side, one arm dangling across Trixie's waist. Katya is still dormant, breathing evenly into Trixie's neck.
The honey beige of the hotel walls felt cozy. bathed in the early morning light. Stripes of gold cut through the blinds and ensconce onto the foot of the bed. The slices of sunlight shine onto the lower half of the pair's entangled legs, where the duvet had been kicked off at some point during the night. The hollow hum of the air conditioning unit was absent from the room, leaving them in a peaceful silence.
“Hey Trix?” Katya begins, speaking softly as to not alarm the sleepy girl. Trixie’s movements are slow, she strains her neck to look down at Katya, resting on Trixie’s chest.
“Yes?”
“You're really pretty,” Katya confides, through a gentle giggle. Trixie smiles tenderly.
“Do you mean that in a friendly way? Or more-than-that way?”
“More-than-that'' Katya confirms warmly. She inclines her head so she can capture Trixie’s lips in a lazy kiss. They move with each other, gently massaging their tongues together. Katya hums softly, winding her hands around Trixie. They stay embraced until an alarm sounds from Trixie’s phone, alerting them that they need to be at the airport soon.
The flight back is calmer than the one there, the stress of the competition relieved. The city's weather was the same as it had been when they left. There's a gentle misting rain that slightly dampens their hair while they wait for a taxi. The airport's elevated position allowed for them to see the blinking lights of the entire city. Apartment buildings sparkled, into the deep blue afternoon sky. Stars were just starting to appear, later that day there would be many, but as they were waiting only the brightest ones were visible.
The girls clamber into a taxi that has pulled up to the curb, and settle into the sleek leather backseat. The vehicle had a familiar damp heat to it, but the humidity was a welcome contrast to the chilling rain from outside. Once Trixie and Katya are established in their seats the driver commences steering. Trixie relaxes, reclining into the cushiony car. She reaches out for Katya's hand and entangles their fingers. Katya grasps Trixie’s palm loosely as she strokes the pad of her thumb over Trixie’s knuckles.
“Hey Katya?” Trixie whispers, smiling softly.
“Yes?”
“We won”