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It's always been you
Worst and best scenario imaginable: Your best friend laying half naked underneath you on the bed and you delicately starting to work her strained muscles.
Being on tour really wasn’t easy. When Katya had signed the contract for being one of Trixie’s dancers for her live concerts, she was bubbly and overall super excited. Finally, being on stage again plus working with your best gal? Sign me the fuck up, the blonde had thought. Which in itself was entirely right and true, but she forgot to calculate how exhausting performing live almost every night actually was. On top of that, she also had a fairly big part in the whole show: Almost all the songs had choreography and the show was about an hour and 20 minutes long – Katya had her work cut out for her.
She most definitely considered this job the ultimate workout for body and mind, and she liked that but at the same time, some days, you just lack the energy and want to just sink into a bathtub, drink wine and watch a stupid show on Netflix. There were few rare days on which they had that kind of luxury, and you would think if they were already working together every night, they’d try to spend these days alone or with other people, but they rather kept each other company. Because they just worked and even if it sometimes was a little overwhelming and too much, the other was still the one person they each felt most comfortable around. With Trixie Katya felt like she could really be herself and to her it seemed that Trixie felt the same way, although they never talked about it. Sometimes the blonde wasn’t sure why they never talked about it. Yes, Trixie was generally not a huge fan of communicating feelings, Katya knew this much from the beginning, but she also thought it couldn’t hurt to tell your best friend that you loved them.
That was something that was frequently on the dancer’s mind; Katya would love to know how Trixie actually felt about her. Because Katya as of now was very sure how she felt about her closest friend and knew what she wished to happen, but never dared to speak up about it in fear of destroying their intimate friendship. There were so many layers to their relationship that Katya couldn’t even being to describe what this person meant to her – it was simply too much, all of it.
And times she loved it and craved for every bit of interaction and attention and other times she felt like drowning, like she needed a way out. She was so scared of losing herself by loving this person so unconditionally, yet she couldn’t stop even if she sometimes wanted to. Trixie was like a drug, and she didn’t even want to escape her addiction.
She felt absurdly lost with her obsession. Obviously, that was her fault because she still had the option to address this, open up about her feelings to her best girl but she tried being realistic, which meant for Katya talking herself into believe that the other could never harbor any type of romantic feelings towards her. That just didn’t seem possible to her.
Yes, there were moments, moments where Katya thought, oh, was that like… was that like a moment? A moment moment? Did something happen between us or is it just me feeling these things and projecting my wishes onto her actions? A friend had told her that once you feel something between another person and yourself, it very much is real, and something must be there (which the other person is feeling too). Even though she agreed to the statement, it all seemed too romantic to actually be true. She always found excuses as to why she should not believe that things like these were appliable to her situation. Something like, well that only happens to other people or this isn’t like that. Keeping it vague and stupid was her motto and she fucked herself over with it gloriously.
When she hit another low and found herself reaching out to philosophy, she always came to the following conclusion: my own thoughts weigh so heavy on me, I can barely stand it.
Poetic yet problematic. But it couldn’t be helped when it came to Trixie Katya was a goner.
The first weeks on tour were a huge test. Not only her dancing skills were challenged, but their relationship was also put on the test. Could they spend this much time together when before they weren’t even able to do that because one was living in LA and the other was working in NY all the time. Back then most of their conversations took place online: Either via texts or if they got lucky and both had a free hour, they face timed. Of course, they always met when one of them was visiting for a job but that was even harder to manage and organize.
That’s why, foolish lover Katya was, she didn’t even think about the possibility of them wanting to strangle each other after being with each other constantly for two weeks. Trixie on the other hand worried about that from the get-go.
“What if we will annoy each other and I start to hate you because you annoy me too much?” she had asked, half joking.
“I don’t think that’s possible considering the fact that you are already 100% annoyed by me. So don’t worry about that, Tracy,” Katya had countered, adding a wink to it.
She really saw no trouble in spending this much time with the other woman. She gladly signed up for it and her primarily thought had been that she would finally get to spend more time with this awesome human who already meant so much to her.
Now, 2 months into the tour, Katya was relieved that everything between seemed to work so smoothly. They pushed each other, comforted each other, and helped each other. She felt close to Trixie, closer than ever and enjoyed her company and the experience as a whole very much.
Except for when she was reminded of her unrequited feelings for her best friend and how she would continue to suffer for a long time. That happened literally every day since they saw each other every goddamn day.
I think I might not only be addicted to Trixie Mattel but also to pain, the blonde had thought a few days ago and right in this moment, on top of Trixie’s beautiful body, she dug the thought out once more.
Besides the obvious pain of her fingers digging into the soft skin of the other blonde’s shoulder blade she also felt a stabbing force moving from her heart straight to her abdomen, reminding her that no matter what situation she was going to be in with Trixie she’d always want more.
“Oh, sweet Jesus, that’s the spot mama,” Trixie hissed, and Katya responded with a confident laugh. She knew she was rather good at massaging, but she never bragged about it anymore since people usually liked to inquire a session with her promising magic hands. And those were only reserved for incredibly special, needy, and friendly people.
Katya increased the pressure on the spot just a little, now that she knew she found something.
“You cocky fuck,” Trixie mumble-shouted into the pillow.
“Oh, oopsy, wops! Sorry, that wasn’t my intention sweetie,” the dancer said, acting innocent while holding back a giggle. She really liked being in this position of power.
Naturally she only does this to help Trixie with her aching back but then again, she cannot lie that the position they are currently in is doing things to her imagination.
Not to mention that she had already had a few daydreams about massaging Trixie’s hardened muscles and knowing that she was the one who kneaded all the stress and pain out of her best friend’s tender body.
It was as clear as day that Trixie was extremely tense since she was the most workaholic any workaholic could be. Katya was immensely proud of her and always shook at how much this one person was accomplishing every day. She always told her how insane she thought Trixie was for doing all the things at once and always excelling at all of them.
Katya wouldn’t say that she isn’t a workaholic, but Trixie is taking it to new highs every time. No wonder they never have time to drive on a weekend trip to a spa and just let go and spend some quality time with each other. Makes sense, doesn’t make it bearable though.
So yeah, Katya liked giving Trixie this massage. This was the first time she was allowed to touch her like this, and it was simply exciting for her. The blonde wanted to deliver her magic and excel with her expertise. She had started with gentle slow movements to warm up the complete upper and lower back and continued with working her way through the most popular and tense spots. Currently her fingers were occupied with Trixie’s left shoulder blade which seemed to be a real pain in the ass for the taller blonde. While trying to focus on her task at hand, Katya’s mind drifted to said daydreams that always ended with her seducing Trixie and them having passionate sex.
The image that then came to mind clearly didn’t help her calm down. Her breathing became more erratic, her body responded to her fantasies and tried to cope with the fact that a half-naked Trixie was indeed lying in between her shaking legs.
She prayed to whoever God was out there that her hands wouldn’t get too sweaty. That usually happened when she was nervous and right now, she grew increasingly anxious.
“How are you so good at this?” Trixie asked while Katya tried to control herself and refocus on massaging her best friend.
“Uh, well I…,” Katya trailed off unable to articulate properly.
“More importantly how could you keep this from me?” the blonde singer asked in an accusing tone. She loved being overly dramatic and play with Katya’s gullibility.
The dancers heart started pounding even more at this, if she were to hear this sentence out of context, she would probably die. Thinking about the moment when Katya would have to reveal her feelings for Trixie scared her endlessly. But luckily that was not what Trixie was referring to.
Katya needed to get her act together. She quickly collected her scrambled thoughts and fluttery feelings while digging further into Trixie’s muscles.
Two could play this game and Katya was particularly good at playing it. So, she leaned down close to Trixie’s ear and whispered into her hair, “Baby, I have enough to do already, you think I would let you in on this secret?”
Satisfied with her delivery, Katya leaned back, ready to continue pressing Trixie’s most problematic spots. Looking down on the pink flesh that started to become increasingly red where Katya’s fingers had already visited, she discovered that the taller blonde had goosebumps on her arms. She liked to imagine that it was her voice that made Trixie shiver, tremble even and not the fact that she’d been laying around the room half naked for quite some time now and might be getting cold.
The dancer was surprised that her best friend didn’t feel the need to flirt back or counter her comment with a dry response. The room was silent, Katya’s last words still echoing in her head. The longer the period of silence stretched itself out, the more uncomfortable Katya became with her previous action.
Usually, this was what they would do - Witty banter, slightly inappropriate pokes, and sometimes even shameless flirting. So much that Katya could feel the sexual tension grow and could barely withstand.
Again, this was something they never really talked about. Just something that had always been there, from the moment they first met each other at a business meeting. Thinking back to this moment now, Katya definitely hadn’t expected to become friends with Trixie at all. She thought this was just another human in her new work circle. Someone who was absurdly funny to a point where it got on the dancer’s nerves. But luckily, she quickly learned that there was so much more to this person than what she appeared to be and just like that she was hooked.
Absolute worst crush in years. Trixie was the kind of woman, she just couldn’t get enough of. She wanted to get to know her, wanted to collaborate with her, wanted to spend all her time with her – it was, what kept Katya going some days. Knowing there was someone out there she looked up to, she was interested in, she wanted to experience stuff with.
And suddenly everything seemed possible and imaginable if only Trixie would be part of it, if only she would be in her life.
“Mh, Katya!” the blonde singer let out a moan that sounded equally painful as it sounded blissful. Even without sexual inuendo Trixie’s voice managed to activate certain areas in Katya’s body, but when she moaned like that it shot right through her and she thought she died and gone to heaven the same second.
She refused to let it show though. She needed to keep her guard up and hold it together. So being offensive about it seemed like the easiest choice.
“Do you like it like that, Baby?” she teased, trying to sound convincing.
“Shut up you cunt,” Trixie immediately shot back. Suddenly the woman beneath Katya’s hips didn’t seem so inferior anymore. The massage was taking its toll on her, and Trixie let down her guard. Pain sometimes does that to people – they become shy and vulnerable. Not that the dancers had planned to accomplish this by massaging her best, but she was curious to see where the situation would lead them.
“Baby, let it all go. All the pain and the stress. Relax into my warm hands and give yourself space. Allow yourself to breathe and take it all in,” Katya spoke softly.
It was just a fact that she had the softest spot for Trixie and would never dare to push her too far or even hurt her. Yes, she loved to play the games, but in the end, she always wanted to console her best Judy. It thrilled the blonde to see the singer so raw. It wasn’t like they weren’t open with each other, but Trixie tended to block any attempts of intimacy. For example, it took them quite a long time until they hugged each other, which was super fine with Katya because she wasn’t all that touchy and feely to begin with but since she developed this huge crush on her best friend pretty fast, she was desperate to touch this human as often as possible. But it wasn’t only the physical touch that Trixie shunned, she also was slow to open up about herself and seldomly talked about emotional matters with Katya.
And that was something that rubbed the performer the wrong way. Not because Trixie needed longer to open up than Katya but because Katya didn’t understand the concept of holding back. She was always ready to pour out her heart and soul to someone she trusted. It just came natural to her. She was an over-sharer of personal information, she never genuinely cared what others thought of her. She was simply happy to have someone willing to listen and if she got lucky this someone would also actually be interested in what went on in her unruly mind.
At first Katya was convinced Trixie didn’t give a rat’s behind about her, but when that changed, Katya’s needs evolved alongside with her perception of Trixie. Suddenly she wanted her to know everything about the person that was Katya, as well as she wanted to know everything about the singer.
She quickly learned that sometimes going all out and bearing your soul to someone can be overwhelming and too much at times and she respected Trixie for being so open about it. She loved that they could talk about all that and sooner than both expected they grew really close and comfortable.
But still to this day, Trixie never gets emotional. There is no “love you” or “miss you” and Katya is irritated by it. Not by her best friend’s behavior because she knew her well enough to understand that the blonde just didn’t work like that. No, what put her off was her own restless need to hear these things from Trixie’s mouth.
It tired her so much that she couldn’t stop wanting more. In any regard. She wanted more in their friendship, then again, she also wanted more than friendship in the first place. It was exhausting and so confusing. She wished she could just be the friend Trixie needed and be content and as happy as the singer was with the situation.
Sometimes she felt like an imposter, acting as though everything was Gucci when really, she wanted to fuck her best friend senseless. At least it wasn’t just pure attraction and no feelings. Though sometimes she contemplated if everything were simpler if she only wanted to bang Trixie. But she always concluded that she could never just have sex with her, she just meant too much to her.
She started to despise the feeling of falling in love. Too many ups and downs. Nothing but worries most days. But on those days, when she was reminded why she loved Trixie, she was grateful for her best friend and happy to have fallen for such a wonderful woman. Let’s face it she couldn’t change the way she felt anyways so she might as well accept and embrace it. It sure as hell was a once in a lifetime experience.
Meanwhile Trixie started to breathe more regularly again and therefore screamed less. All this slow massaging seemed to help.
“That’s a good girl, try to prolong your exhales now. Leaving more space for your bones and muscles to take their rightful space,” Katya explained in a deep voice. She tried to make it an almost therapeutic experience for her best friend.
After pressuring all the places, she found too hard for her liking, she slowly roamed her warm hands over Trixie’s complete back. She tried giving her the full masseur fantasy.
“Do you need anything else?”
“What else could you offer?”
A thousand possible answers shot through Katya’s brain, most of them impossible to say.
“I would normally just finish it off with my nails. Almost like scratching your whole back to warm up and make the blood circulate more,” Katya offered.
“You really know your shit, don’t you bitch?”
“For you only the best, m’lady,” the dancers reasoned while keeping her hands on Trixie’s skin. These might be the last seconds where she was legally allowed to caress the singer’s tender skin, she would not miss out on that opportunity.
“What are you waiting for, Kat?”
Katya scoffed, of course Trixie wouldn’t actually ask for it, she would just expect Katya to do it. Sometimes the woman was infuriating to Katya but most times she loved it, nevertheless.
The blonde worked her shortened nails over the red flesh of Trixie’s back, she even dared to roam a little bit over the waistband of her panties. Katya heard Trixie inhale sharply once she hovered over the singer’s ass. Katya was unsure if she should really touch her gorgeous bum, but it was now or never and the dancer chose to ignore the rising fear of overstepping a boundary and placed her fingertips on Trixie’s cheeks, gently scratching the area.
The air in the room got heavier and loaded. At this point Katya wasn’t sure if she was just horny, scared to death or both.
Suddenly Trixie spoke, cutting through the tension, ”would you mind pressing again there?”
Did her best friend just ask her to dig into her ass? She was sure as shit not about to question it and just went for it.
For a second, she felt like she was groping Trixie’s ass like a hormonal teenager but then she told herself she was just reliving her pain. People usually were incredibly surprised how uptight the muscles around the booty were and how much it could hurt to be kneaded there.
For someone who screamed and kicked when she was massaged just minutes ago, Trixie remained dangerously silent now.
A soft sigh escaped the younger woman’s lips while Katya, who enjoyed every second of it, worked her fingers around Trixie’s perfectly shaped ass. You could tell the woman was an entertainer. Always on her feet, using her whole body while performing. The muscles firm and strong, yet the ass was in a beautiful shape of plum. Delicious, Katya thought whenever she caught herself staring.
Moving her fingers this close to her best friend’s sex made Katya dizzy. How was she supposed to concentrate on anything when she wanted to taste Trixie so desperately?
A thunderbolt of lust flashed through her whole body and settled itself down right between her legs. She could literally feel herself getting wetter. She felt it all crashing down at once. All the sudden she realized that her vagina was only covered by thin panties underneath sport shorts and was basically touching Trixie’s lower back frequently while she moved her thighs to adjust her sitting position on top of Trixie hot body. That was not good considering the pool of wetness that had started to accumulate down there. She feared somehow, even through two layers, the singer could feel it and Katya would die of embarrassment if that were to happen. And even if she wouldn’t feel the slickness, she would probably feel the heat between Katya’s legs. This only meant one thing – she needed to get out of the situation. Cause if she didn’t, she would need to fuck Trixie now, like right fucking now.
The blonde hated to admit it, but she was merely a slave to her own animalistic desires. Even though she was in love with this woman, she couldn’t get over herself. Trixie just turned her on so badly, she could hardly contain herself. It was stupid and selfish; the blonde knew that but what was she supposed to do. All she was left with was her fantasies and desires. She would never dare to admit any of this to Trixie though. She also didn’t want to give in to those lusty feelings when Trixie was around because if she were to start something with her it would only happen if they got romantically involved. She swore that to herself. She couldn’t ruin the most wonderful gift she received in this life so far: their unique friendship.
Thankfully the moment passed, the songwriter wriggled underneath her, signalizing Katya that she wanted to get up and did so, covering her boobs with her arm and asking Katya to fetch her her tank top. Katya quickly scanned the floor, grabbing the thin piece of clothing and handing it over. She only dared to glance at Trixie’s front twice. She knew she wasn’t gonna see her breasts and she also wasn’t out for that, she just wanted to study Trixie in this position. See what the woman looked like half naked, squishing her boobs to her torso. Apparently, it didn’t matter what the woman did, to the dancer she was always captivating.
But something else caught her attention – the younger blonde’s face was all red, a mixture of the impact of pressing her face into the bedsheets and of, what Katya liked to believe, a faint blush of maybe… arousal? Discomfort? She prayed not.
Katya spent a lot of time thinking about whether she also had any kind of effect on Trixie. Of course, she hoped she would sometimes touch the right places and caress with the right intention to turn her on or at least question if she were attracted to the dancer at all.
Their eyes locked and a dreamy smile appeared on Trixie’s face which Katya quickly mirrored. Her heart potentially skipped a few beats. That was just a common effect the blonde had on her.
A few more seconds passed and somehow the innocent looking smile turned into meaningful staring and neither of them seemed sure what to do, neither what was actually going on here. Katya’s hands started fumbling around her sides due to the rising nervousness, but she didn’t notice since it was something she always did subconsciously.
Neither of them was looking away or maybe they both didn’t want to look away. The atmosphere in the room was loaded but Katya couldn’t tell if that was a good or a terrible thing due to her increasing anxiety.
Trixie’s mouth opened just a little bit and Katya already braced herself. But no words came out, just a shaky breath. The singer took a step towards Katya and Katya felt her body stiffen. She wondered what the hell was going on, unable to move or speak.
There was only a small distance left between them and as much as Katya wanted to close it, grab the woman, and kiss her senseless, she knew this was not what was going on here. But that didn’t stop her from dreaming.
Trixie titled her head to the side, maintaining eye contact with the older blonde, and grinned. A very happy and contagious grin. Sometimes the singer was like a puppy. Unbearably cute.
Katya felt her heart jump out of her ribcage, through her throat up to her tongue and straight to the floor. How could this beautiful person not notice what effect she had on the dancer. She couldn’t take it anymore and this time she had to do something. Anything.
“I wish you wouldn’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know,” she hesitated. “Like you could love me.”
Katya almost choked on her words. Why did she do that, why did she put her best friend up on the stand like this. In mere seconds she felt like she ruined the whole relationship, even though Trixie’s words had no judgement to them. It seemed the younger blonde was completely oblivious as to what Katya was referring to and Katya couldn’t decide if it made her angry or sad. Probably both.
A heavy sigh filled the room. She was at her wits end. How would they ever talk about any sort of feelings? The heat from earlier down between her legs, moved up to her cheeks and earlobes. She felt like she was about to pop any second. Air, yes that was a promising idea. Air. Just escape out into the wild and never come back, Katya thought. She didn’t realize she was over dramatic about the whole thing. She must’ve learned that from Trixie herself.
Since these few words cut the silence, Katya was unable to look at her best friend. Suddenly Trixie took the last step forward, entering the dancers small personal bubble. Katya inhaled sharply, keeping her stare firm to the ground.
Trixie’s right hand sought out Katya’s left and tenderly smoothed over the skin to then grab her by her ankle.
“Maybe I already do.”
Those were probably the softest, most hummed words the vocalist ever spoke in Katya’s presence. They were just audible enough for the older woman to catch them and she loved everything about it. Katya bat her lashes and took all her courage to look into Trixie’s eyes. She feared what to find in them. Maybe she jested, maybe she just didn’t mean it. But what she found surprised her more than anything: Trixie’s eyes spoke of a genuine truth and dared she say even of love.
So, Katya let herself be guided by Trixie’s electrifying touch. The small tuck invited her into a hug, which Katya gladly accepted. She let herself be enveloped by the taller girls’ arms, slowly placing her head on Trixie’s strong shoulder.
They stayed there for a while. Holding each other. This was already too much but she couldn’t stop now. Katya couldn’t let the moment go now. This was her chance. To fuck it all up, to risk it all.
“Trixie?”
“Yes?” she sounded almost breathless.
“I will need to kiss you now and I want to be sure y-“
The rest of the words got cut off by Trixie’s swift motions which ended in her capturing Katya lips with hers for the first time.
The kiss was forceful, yet gentle. Intention clear. Both were taken by surprise. Katya couldn’t believe this was happening. No fantasy nor dream was ever as good as the reality she got to experience right now.
Their lips moved as if they were made for one another. She desired Trixie in so many ways and hoped she could make her feel all those ways in this kiss.
Trixie held her steady with one hand on Katya’s elbow and the other hand around her neck, while her thumb was making the most minimal of movements on Katya’s cheek. Her grip wasn’t tight, but it had enough pressure to assure Katya she wanted to keep her close. It was her asking not to stop and it made Katya’s butterflies turn crazy once more.
They had to part eventually when they both went out of breath. The pair only parted for the shortest distance that was bearable to them and allowed them to take a breather.
Katya involuntarily had to grin and then whispered, “you are okay with it.”
Trixie giggled in response, “I am okay with it.”
How could this woman even still be as articulate as she was in this moment, Katya was again in awe with her best friend.
“More than okay,” she quickly added before stealing another kiss from her best friend. It suddenly seemed so easy. Like it was the only right thing for the both of them to do.
Katya moaned into Trixie’s lips as they parted slightly. Trixie invited her in, not only to taste her but also to feel her. This didn’t feel like a random make out season to see where the night would lead them. This felt like commitment. This felt like opening up.
But Katya was still Katya and panic arose in the pit of her stomach. She broke the kiss abruptly. But she couldn’t step out of her best friends embrace, she needed to stay as close as possible.
Trixie was the first to speak again, “Katya, what’s wrong?”
She sounded concerned what broke the dancers heart. She could have her. Right here, right now but not like this. Not without them having talked about it. She had sworn it to herself to get it right with Trixie if they were ever to be something else than “just” best friends.
“I can’t just fuck you, Trix,” the older woman blurted out. There was no way of telling how to approach the whole subject, but it was set in her mind that it would need to happen now. Either way.
“I know.”
“Then what’s happening here?”
“We are finally kissing, that’s what’s happening.”
“Okay,” Katya resigned. She couldn’t do it, couldn’t straight up ask Trixie if she had feelings for her. She was too much of a coward and it already ate her up. Maybe this was all she’d ever get, all she ever deserved. These two tender kisses. It was already more than enough, more than ever expected. She shouldn’t push it. She should leave it be.
“Don’t, Katya,” Trixie suddenly warned in a harsher tone.
Katya looked up to her, confused as to what the other blonde meant.
“Let’s not run away. You are not a chicken, Katya. I’ve been the chicken this whole time, remember? I never talk to you about my feelings, I never open up. I get scared so easily. So, I just don’t try. You always try, you always encourage me.”
A pause.
“So, encourage me.”
Another moment of silence.
“Please.”
And Katya understood, finally understood. She was just as frightened as she was about the whole thing. She asked Katya to take the lead, to guide them. She was sure she wasn’t ready, but she had to try anyway.
“It’s always been you,” Katya started to explain.
“From the moment I met you Trixie it’s been you.”
That wasn’t really an explanation for anything but to Katya it was everything. Trixie smiled widely, while her eyes started tearing up.
“No! Don’t,” Katya jumped from her position to embrace her best friend once more, hugging her tightly to her chest.
Trixie buried her head in the blonde’s chest, nuzzling her nose on Katya’s collarbone. There it was again, the puppy behavior that always killed the Russian dancer.
“I’m sorry I didn’t want to make you cry baby,” she reasoned while Trixie still hid below her chin. Her sniffles filled the room and Katya feared she had, as expected, messed it up.
“You are,” Trixie muffled, hardly distinguishable. She then took a deep breath and added,
“Everything.”
Now it was time for Katya’s shaky breath to escape her parted lips. This was good right? This was it. The love. The commitment and the friendship. Partners. The dream.
Katya chuckled nervously, suddenly unsure if she still new what any word in the world meant.
“That’s, uh, that’s good, right?” she laughed into Trixie’s hair.
“Yes, Katya that’s good,” Trixie joined with a laugh while lifting her head to seek out her best friends’ eyes.
“Okay,” Katya nodded quickly.
“You’re such a dork,” Trixie giggled while letting her hand travel up to cup the dancer’s cheek softly. “I can’t believe you sometimes.” She shook her head jokingly and then leaned back in to kiss Katya again.
This time when their lips met there was no doubt left for either of them.