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Trixie awakes entangled in Katya’s body. They are a knot of limbs, radiating warmth in Trixie’s dimly lit room. None of the lights have been flicked on, but natural luminescence still travels through Trixie’s oversized window panes. Rain pitters softly against the glass, and through it a thick blanket of clouds is colouring the city sky a stormy blue-grey. The room is still mostly dark, Trixie can’t see much save for the high points of Katya’s cheekbones and the helix of her ear, glowing with a fresh sheen of moisture. Most of the room is shadowy, furniture appears as vague inky shapes, seeming to droop and shudder as Trixie lifts her head, eyes adjusting.
Her stare focuses on the girl before her: peaceful and cozy in Trixie’s embrace. She sighs before neatly untangling herself from Katya’s arms and slinking out of bed.
Katya wakes to the smell of freshly cracked eggs drifting through the apartment. And blinks away her tiredness. She rolls onto her stomach, taking some duvet with her, and stretches her spine, feeling the satisfying cracks echo through her vertebrae. She rolls half over and suddenly becomes aware of the grandeur of the space she’s in. The distant corners of the room are still darkened but from where she is, she can tell the bedroom is easily twice the size of Katya’s. It’s decorated cozily, shelves decked with personal mementos and charming trinkets. The bed is luxurious, to say the least, blanketed in a thick pink velvet duvet and an overwhelming number of pillows. Katya groans, sitting up, and abandoning the bed.
The soft sizzle of oil in a pan becomes more audible as Katya meanders down Trixie’s staircase.
Trixie stands at the marble counter wearing a simple lace bralette and lounge pants. The frying pan is overflowing with ingredients: eggs, some kale, vegetarian bacon, a potato, and a few other unidentifiably cooked vegetables sizzling in the middle. There are two porcelain plates sat next to the pan with slices of toast sitting on them, one of which Trixie is delicately scraping a pat of melting butter onto.
Katya approaches Trixie from behind, smiling wide.
“You made breakfast?” She mumbles softly into Trixie’s neck, wrapping arms around the girl's waist. The corners of Trixies mouth turn up.
“Of course, you deserve it” Trixie replies before setting down the piece of bread she was working on and spinning around in Katya’s arms. Their foreheads rest against each other’s and they kiss tenderly. Katya breaks it, unable to hold on her giggles.
“What?” Trixie whines, Katya’s grin spreads further.
“I like you”
“You’re stupid” Trixie replies, unable to stop herself from mirroring Katya’s contagious smile.
They move to the other side of the island counter, sitting on the swiveling barstools and slowly munching away at the meal between conversation.
Katya gets up to put the silverware and plates into the dishwasher, stacking the plates carefully between the racks. She turns back around only to almost bump noses with Trixie. She steps back, leaning into the counter to regain her balance. Trixie puts a hand on the countertop, either side of Katya’s hips. Their lips brush before they connect, languid and sweet. Katya sucks on Trixie’s bottoms lip before licking the swollen flesh and sucking again.
Trixie breaks the kiss suddenly and Katya frowns at the loss of contact. Trixie reaches out for Katya’s hand, fumbling with it limply until it is comfortable in her own palm. She turns on her heel confidently and leads Katya across the apartment towards the stairs.
“I have a favour to ask of you, you can say no, though” Trixie begins , Katya nods tentatively.
They turn the corner to Trixie’s bedroom once again, much less rushed than the night before, but with a similar excitement. Trixie traipses ahead to her nightstand and pulls out a strapon.
Trixie doesn’t even need to use one of the explanations she had prepared in her head before Katya is vigorously nodding, and motioning for Trixie to hand her the toy. She steps into it, sliding it over her black underwear and adjusts it accordingly.
Trixie lays back on her elegant bedding, her entire body engulfed in a sea of velvet duvet. Katya approaches Trixie slowly, but does not take any time discarding Trixie’s sweatpants and bralette, leaving her in only her panties.
Katya spends even longer on Trixie’s breasts than Trixie had for her the night before. Trixie's tits are bigger and more sensitive than Katya’s, she enjoys teasing them as Trixie squirms beneath her. Katya dips her face into Trixie’s cleavage, grabbing a handful of her breasts as she goes. She moves to lazily kiss around Trixie’s nipple, slowly moving in before getting to the center. Trixie chuckles sweetly, feeling a tingling in her stomach. Katya continues working her tire until they are overstimulated and Trixie is panting, lifting herself from the mattress with every one of Katya’s caresses.
Katya finally works herself down to Trixie’s center, removing her lacy panties on the way down. Trixie is already soaking wet.
Katya starts with one finger briefly before adding another. She gently pumps her two digits and Trixie is already hazy with pleasure. Katya moves her fingers in and out lazily, until Trixie pleads with her to use the strap.
Trixie widens her legs for Katya to situate herself between Trixie’s thighs and position the head of the strap at her entrance. Katya begins slowly: easing it halfway in, pulling back out, and sliding back in. Katya moves her hips ever so slightly and Trixie whines. After doing this a few times Katya slides all the way down to the base of the strap. Trixie lets out a long moan, dropping her head onto the pillow. Katya starts rocking her hips in a slow steady rhythm, thrusting all the way into Trixie before sliding out. Trixie breathes small moans with every one of Katyas movements. Once she feels more adjusted she starts to move with Katya more. Katya revels in the view, Trixies head back, eyes scrunched closed, her tits bouncing animatedly with every thrust of Katya’s hips.
“I- f- fuck” Trixie whimpers, her body shaking with pleasure. Katya cranes over her and reconnects their lips, Trixie arches her back to deepen the kiss, Katya still slamming into her.
Trixie steals away. “Shit- Katya, I’m so close,” Katya intensifies her thrusts and Trixie sees spots in her vision. Trixie scrunches her eyes closed and jerks her hips, coming hard.
“Fuck!” Pleasure crackles through her, she feels static in her fingertips. Katya eases her movements as Trixie comes down, and pulls out of her. Trixie flickers her eyes open and smiles softly.
“How about we finish that French lesson?