A/N: When Katya was shipped to America as a mail order bride, she knew very little about the country. Her only source of information was the Jodie Foster nineties classic, Contact. That all changed, however, when the next door neighbor came to her door with the offer of cupcakes and friendship.

Katya spent most of her days at home. Her husband, an older man with thinning hair and thick glasses, was at his office more than he was at their apartment. Katya had expected him to be very wealthy, since he shelled out a large chunk of money to bring her from Russia. But her dear husband was a simple accountant who probably should have known to budget better before purchasing a mail order bride. Since he spent most of his time at work, and Katya didn’t know anyone in America, the Russian spent most of her free time cleaning the apartment and watching the television. Unfortunately though, the only movie she was able to find in the apartment was a film called Contact. Katya didn’t mind, though, she quite enjoyed the movie. She sympathized a lot with Dr. Arroway. She too was a woman on her own, looking for something greater than she knew. For Jodie Foster’s character, the answer laid in the stars. For Katya, her future was painted red, white and blue.

The Russian was sitting on the couch, feet tucked under her as she watched Jodie Foster and Matthew McConaughey kiss on screen when there was a knock on the door. Katya and her husband never got visitors. Hesitantly, the Russian paused the movie and moved to open the door. On the other side stood a younger woman, her vivid blue eyes locking with Katya’s immediately.

“Hi, I’m Trixie your next door neighbor! I thought I’d introduce myself,” the young woman greeted, her hot pink lips stretched into a smile. “I brought cupcakes.”

Indeed, the girl had a tray full of cupcakes in her hand, the pink frosting matching Trixie’s outfit.

“Hello, thank you. I am Katya,” the blonde replied with a smile of her own. This was the first time Katya has ever talked to someone other than her husband, and a flutter of excitement curled in her stomach.

“Would you like to come in? I am watching a movie,” Katya offered. The blonde girl’s eyes widened at the offer, but she nodded.

“Sure, I’m not busy. What movie?” The two entered the apartment and Katya took the cupcakes, setting them on the kitchen table before leading the younger girl to the couch.

“Contact,” Katya replied while she started the movie over.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen it,” Trixie admitted. A surprised gasp left the Russian woman, her green eyes widening.

“It is the best movie,” Katya assured. “Everything I know about America I have learned from this movie.”

Those words made Trixie giggle, covering her mouth with a perfectly manicured hand to hide the noise.

“Why Contact? There are plenty of more American movies. How about Saving Private Ryan, or Independence Day?”

Katya shrugged, twirling a long strand of hair around her finger.

“It was the only movie my husband had.”

Those words had Trixie’s eyebrows furrowing. She looked torn, like she wanted to say something, but didn’t know if she should.

“How long have you known your husband? I’ve only seen you in the building the past couple of weeks.”

Katya bit her lip, trying to decide how to answer. She had very strict guidelines from the company that made her arrangement with her husband on how to answer questions like that. Their agreement fell into a sort of legal grey area, and Katya didn’t want to end up back in Russia. But for some reason, she trusted Trixie. She seemed like such a nice girl, no one who wore that much pink could be bad. So Katya went with her gut.

“I have been speaking with him online for about two months. We just got married two weeks ago.”

Trixie tried to hide her reaction, but Katya could see the emotions playing across her face. There were no mail order brides in Contact, so Katya didn’t know how most Americans felt about the practice.

“Where are you from? You sound Russian.” Was Trixie’s next question. The movie was long forgotten in the background.

“You are right,” Katya laughed. “But I am now American! My husband is still helping me with the paperwork, but I am a citizen of your amazing country.” Katya reached out and took Trixie’s hands in her own.

“Enough about me, tell me about yourself.” Katya smiled brightly and squeezed the younger girl’s hand.

“Oh, well, I grew up in Milwaukee, and I moved here for school. I went for theater, doing tap dancing and singing and all of that. Now I work at a bar downtown. Sometimes I get gigs to sing at a club on weekends, but that doesn’t pay the bills, so.”

“That is amazing, you must sing for me one day! I am sure you have a lovely voice,” Katya gushed. Both girls looked up when they heard keys clacking at the front door, and soon enough it opened to reveal Katya’s husband. His eyes widened comically when he spotted Trixie sitting on the couch next to his wife. The Russian woman let go of Trixie’s hands to get up and greet her husband at the door.

“Welcome home Gregory,” she said with a smile, taking his jacket off of his arms and hanging it up in the closet. “Trixie came over to welcome me to the building, isn’t that very nice of her? She made cupcakes!”

Trixie stood up and smiled politely at the man.

“Yes, that was very nice sweetheart,” Gregory replied.

“I should probably head out,” the younger woman informed. Katya made a noise of protest and grabbed Trixie’s hands again.

“You must come over again sometime,” Katya pleaded.

“Yeah, definitely. I’m usually home during the day, so you can just knock anytime you want,” Trixie replied. Katya smiled and kissed both of the younger girl’s cheeks.

“dobroy nochi,” Katya said in farewell. She held the door open for the younger girl and watched as she walked next door to her own apartment. She gave the Russian woman a little wave and a smile before disappearing inside.

…

Trixie soon became Katya’s closest friend. The younger woman was right when she said she was usually home during the day. After Katya’s husband left for work, Katya would immediately head over to the younger woman’s apartment. She would often cook lunch for them, since Trixie was apparently hopeless in the kitchen, and they would spend the day either talking and hanging out in Trixie’s apartment, or out in the city, where Trixie acted as tour guide for the Russian.

She learned a lot about the younger girl, like how she never knew her father, and was treated poorly by her step father. She learned that Trixie was a vegetarian, but didn’t eat very healthy. She learned that Trixie was bisexual, and that took a few days for Katya to wrap her head around. There wasn’t a term for that in Russia. You were either straight, or gay, and being gay wasn’t very accepted. But Trixie was able to have boyfriends and girlfriends in America without fearing that the government would lock her away. America was truly a wonderful place.

…

Katya was standing on a beach, with bleach white sand, a rolling turquoise sea, and the universe sprawled out above her. She knew the beach wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. She had just traveled through a wormhole to meet the aliens that she had made contact with. Further down the beach a pink shimmer began moving towards her. The closer it got, the more shape it took, until finally Trixie was standing in front of her with a calm smile. But Katya knew that Trixie wasn’t real either, like the beach. Because Trixie was dead, she had been for years.

“You’re not real,” Katya choked out. The Trixie in front of her smiled sadly and shook her head.

“No, but we looked into your mind and chose the form of the one you loved most.”

Tears started spilling down Katya’s cheeks and she reached out to cup the Trixie’s cheek.

“I have so many questions,” Katya began, and then continued to speak with the Trixie alien. When their conversation was over, the Trixie began backing away, and Katya’s heart sunk. Trixie was gone, this was the last time she was ever going to see her.

“No, please, stay with me a little longer,” she pleaded, but as the Trixie disappeared, the world around her faded away.

Katya sat up in her bed, her dream still vivid in her mind. She touched her hand to her cheek and felt the dampness there. Her heart was still beating fast, the pain of seeing dead Trixie on the beach still fresh in her mind. She looked at the clock, noted how late at night it was, then pushed out of bed.

“Katya?” Gregory murmured sleepily next to her.

“I had a nightmare, do not worry. Go back to sleep,” Katya replied soothingly. She grabbed her robe off of the bedpost and tied it around her body. Her husband went back to snoring, so Katya took that as her chance to leave. She snuck carefully out of the apartment and to Trixie’s door. It took a few minutes after she knocked for the door to open, revealing a sleepy looking Trixie on the other side.

“Kat? What’s wrong, are you okay?” She asked, clearly disoriented from sleep. Seeing Trixie there, safe and alive immediately calmed the Russian woman down. Without saying a word she threw her arms around Trixie and pulled her into a tight hug.

“I had a bad dream, and you were dead, and the aliens used your image to talk to me on the beach, and they wanted to send me back to earth with no proof that I had traveled so far and met them, and I knew when I went back to earth you would be gone,” Katya explained nonsensically, a fresh bout of tears forming in her eyes.

“Woah, woah, slow down. Isn’t that from Contact?” Trixie pulled back to look at Katya quizzically. Katya sniffled and nodded, causing Trixie to sigh.

“No more watching that before bed. C’mon, come inside.” She pulled the weepy Russian woman into the apartment and guided her over to the couch. Katya clung to Trixie, her arms tight around her waist and her head resting on her shoulder.

“I do not want to lose you, moya kukla,” Katya whispered. She knew she was being silly, it was just a dream. But it seemed so vivid, and she couldn’t shake the feeling of mourning over her friend.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Trixie promised, pressing a kiss to Katya’s temple. Katya nodded, and sighed.

“I am sorry for waking you for something so silly,” Katya said bashfully.

“It’s okay Kat, I don’t care,” Trixie replied before a yawn overcame her.

“You are tired, go back to sleep,” Katya commanded. Trixie shook her head, but shifted down so she was laying down on the couch with her head in Katya’s lap.

“I’m okay, I’m just going to rest my eyes,” Trixie murmured, her voice already seeming like she was half asleep. Katya smiled fondly at the younger girl and started running her fingers through her white-blond hair.

“Sleep, moya kukla,” Katya said softly. She could see the moment Trixie fell asleep, her full lips parting slightly and her breathing growing deeper. The Russian stayed where she was, content with just brushing her fingers through Trixie’s hair and being comforted by her presence.

…

Katya zipped around the apartment excitedly, helping Gregory pack for his upcoming business trip. It was only for three days, but her husband had made her promise that Trixie would stay over with her so she wouldn’t get into any trouble. The younger blonde would be over in a few minutes, so Katya was rushing her husband out of the door. She had his things all lined up neatly at the door and his boarding pass was in her hands, waiting to hand to him so he wouldn’t forget it. Finally, Gregory exited their bedroom, shrugging his jacket on.

“Call me if you need anything,” Gregory said, his eyes intense and earnest as he looked at his wife.

“Yes, yes, of course,” Katya waved off. She pressed a quick kiss to his lips and handed him his boarding pass. “The car is outside and your plane leaves in two hours. Have a good trip!”

He smiled fondly at his wife and blew her a little kiss before opening the door. On the other side stood a shocked Trixie, her hand poised like she was just about to knock.

“Hi Greg!” She greeted with a bright smile.

“Hi Trixie. Take care of my Katya, okay?” He reminded as he exited. Trixie gave him a little salute, and once the door closed behind him she turned to Katya with a smirk.

“It’s just you and me now, Kat.” The young blonde held up her swollen purse and grinned. “I brought movies, I figured we could binge tonight and I can show you ones that aren’t Contact.”

Katya pouted, hoping they would at least watch her favorite movie once. But Trixie was her guest, she had to be accommodating.

“Should I make us popcorn?” Katya asked. She had learned that it was an American tradition to eat popcorn when watching a movie. Maybe because it was so quick and easy to make. All she had to do was pop a bag in the microwave, and in a few minutes she had a perfect snack.

“Sure, I’ll go set up the movie,” Trixie replied. She moved through the apartment like she owned it, going straight to the DVD player and putting in a disc before collapsing on the couch. She draped the blanket on the back of the sofa over her lap while tossing her bag on the table. Trixie was more relaxed around Katya than Gregory was, which puzzled the Russian. She didn’t want to dwell on it though, not when they had a fun evening to get to. So, she started the popcorn and hunted down a bowl to put it in. Once she was finished, she moved to the living room to sit down next to Trixie. The younger woman lifted the blanket over Katya’s lap so they could share.

“What are we watching?” Katya asked before tossing a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

“I figured we’d stick to american classics, so right now we’re watching Grease,” Trixie explained. Katya nodded and turned her attention to the screen. As the film progressed, however, she couldn’t keep her questions in.

“Why are they singing? Do americans often write songs about their love and sing them with their friends?” She asked, watching in confusion as Danny and Sandy warbled on about their summer romance.

“Oh my god, Katya, it’s a musical. You’ve watched musicals before, right?” Trixie could barely contain her laughter as she looked at the older woman. Katya huffed, a blush spreading across her cheeks.

“I have! But those are on stage, this is a movie. Jodie Foster did not sing about Matthew McConaughey,” she said defensively.

“Kat, you have to stop comparing every movie to Contact, it’s not healthy. Just come here and enjoy the movie.” Trixie held her arm out, so Katya took her invitation and sank into her side. The young blonde started playing with the ends of Katya’s long hair, causing the Russian woman to hum contently. Gregory didn’t hold her like this. He was such a skittish little man, afraid of even brushing their legs together as they laid in bed. But Trixie had no reservations about touching her. The younger woman was affectionate, often grabbing Katya’s hand just because she could, or leaning against her when they were standing together. Katya never thought of herself as a particularly cuddly person, but she always felt a little thrill go through her when Trixie touched her. She was learning a lot of things about herself because of Trixie. But that was because she’s never had someone like Trixie in her life before. In Russia, everyone had their walls up. Even parents didn’t show any kind of fondness for their children, so that was what Katya grew used to. But Trixie wore her heart on her sleeve, and wanted to actually get to know Katya, things no one else had cared about before. When she asked Katya about her favorite color she didn’t have a clue, but discovered it was red when the color was the first thing to pop into her head.

“You’re awfully quiet now, are you falling asleep on me?” Trixie asked gently.

“No, I am just thinking,” Katya replied softly.

“About what?” Trixie sat up a bit so she could see Katya better, her eyes attentive on the woman under her arm.

“About you. You are very special to me Trixie, I have never had a friend like you,” Katya admitted. Trixie looked taken aback, and her cheeks turned pink at the compliment.

“You’re special to me too Kat,” Trixie assured. Katya smiled and laid her head on Trixie’s shoulder.

…

Trixie had work the next night, and Katya knew she was going to be home late but that didn’t stop her from staying up waiting for her. She couldn’t stand the thought of going to sleep in an empty bed, with Trixie was still out. The young blonde came into the apartment at three in the morning, her borrowed keys jingling loudly as she opened the door. As soon as Trixie was in the apartment, Katya was hit with the smell of alcohol.

“Oh Kat, you’re awake!” Trixie said excitedly. Her voice was too loud in the previously quiet apartment, and she stumbled in her heels as she tried to make her way to the couch where Katya was seated.

“I was waiting for you,” Katya replied slowly. “Did you have a fun night?”

“Oh it was so fun,” Trixie gushed as she removed her shoes. “Some people I did a show with a few years ago came in and we did a bunch of shots together. My boss totally didn’t care that I was drinking on the job.”

Trixie carefully sat down on the couch next to Katya and immediately wrapped her arms around her.

“I missed you,” Trixie hummed, pressing her lips sloppily against Katya’s cheek. The Russian woman laughed and steadied Trixie so she wouldn’t completely collapse on top of her.

“I missed you too, moya kukla. Even if you do smell like cheap vodka I am glad you are home.” Trixie giggled at Katya’s words and shuffled around so they were face to face, the younger woman practically straddling her.

“I like it when you call me that, it’s cute,” Trixie mumbled. Her eyes were lidded, and her gaze kept roaming over Katya’s face. “I like you.”

“I like you too Trixie,” Katya promised. Trixie didn’t seem satisfied by that though, because she groaned and took Katya’s face in both of her hands.

“No, I like you Kat. You’re so pretty, and funny, and look at me like I’m the most important person in the world.” Trixie’s words slurred together and her eyes were glassy, but she seemed to be speaking from the heart.

“You are the most important person in my world,” Katya assured. Trixie stared at her, her blue eyes intense before she leaned in and kissed Katya. Her lips were so plump and tasted like liquor, and it sent a chill down Katya’s spine. Trixie was warm in her lap, so soft against her and so different than every man she’s ever kissed. She held Katya gently, and kissed her like she was precious. Katya’s body reacted before her head, and she pulled Trixie closer, parting her lips to deepen the kiss. But Katya didn’t let the moment last long. She pulled away, stunned at both of their actions.

“I’m sorry,” Trixie said quickly. Katya just shook her head, still dazed over what just happened.

“We should go to bed,” Katya said mechanically. Trixie climbed off of her and Katya helped her into the bedroom. They both climbed in, and while Trixie fell asleep right away, Katya stared up at the ceiling. She was plagued with a million different thoughts. She had a husband, and she’d betrayed him tonight. With a woman. Did Katya even like women? She definitely enjoyed kissing Trixie, more than she’s enjoyed kissing anyone else before. Maybe it was because of who it was. Her precious Trixie who lit up a whole room with her smile, who baked her cupcakes and braided her hair. She was the only one who truly got Katya’s heart racing just by the simple brush of her lips. But could Katya be okay with that? She couldn’t wrap her head around the idea of dating a woman. She tried to picture her relationships in the past but putting Trixie in her exes’ place, but it just didn’t fit. She couldn’t picture Trixie treating her like they treated her, and was that such a bad thing? Katya groaned and flipped over so she was facing Trixie. The younger woman looked peaceful in her sleep, her pretty lips parted and her eyelashes brushing against her cheeks. Katya sighed and traced her fingers down Trixie’s arm lightly.

“What am I going to do with you, malysh,” Katya whispered.

…

Things became weird after that night. Trixie went home as soon as she woke up in the morning, using her hangover as an excuse. Later that day she sent Katya a text saying she still didn’t feel well and she was just going to stay at her place that night, leaving Katya alone in her big apartment plagued by her thoughts. Trixie must regret what she did, there was no other way to explain her avoiding Katya. She shouldn’t have kissed Trixie back. She should’ve pushed her away, and told her she was drunk. But now Trixie knows Katya wants her, cares for her, and doesn’t feel the same.

Gregory came back from his trip safe and sound, so Katya wasn’t completely alone. But Gregory couldn’t replace Trixie. Gregory only asked her about dinner, not about her day. He watched the news, not movies. He made sure there was a respectable distance between them, he didn’t hold her. Katya was sinking back into a pit of loneliness without her Trixie. But it wasn’t like she could force the younger woman to talk to her. Trixie made it very clear by her unanswered texts that she didn’t want to be around Katya right now. The Russian’s life fell back into the same routine she had when she first arrived to America, but this time with a Trixie-sized hole in it.

Her husband started acting weird not long after Trixie. He wouldn’t chat we her as much, and didn’t kiss her when he walked in the door anymore. Maybe she was driving everyone in her life away.

After dinner one night, Gregory asked her to sit down so they could talk. Her little husband looked stressed, his eyebrows pinched together underneath his wire glasses. He gathered his thoughts, his mouth sometimes opening like he was going to speak before he shut it again.

“Katya, I just wanted to say thank you for being so good to me these past few months. I know this must’ve been hard for you, leaving everything behind and moving in with a complete stranger. But I feel like we get along fine, right?” Gregory began. Katya nodded, her lips pressed together nervously. Gregory cleared his throat. “I’m very grateful for you and everything you’ve done, but uh… There’s no easy way to say this. I met someone. She works with me, and we’ve been growing really close lately, and I think she likes me too. I want to give her and I a chance, but I can’t exactly do that if I’m married.”

Katya’s blood ran cold. In her contract, it stated that if within the first six months if things didn’t work out, the marriage would be annulled and she would be shipped back to Russia and would be removed from the program. If Gregory was saying what she thought he was saying, Katya’s american dream was being ripped from her.

“You want to break up?” She asked, her voice small and scared. Gregory sighed.

“It’s very clear we’re not compatible, Katya. You’re an amazing person, but I don’t exactly see us living happily ever after. But Shannon, I can see a life with her. Plus, I took you away from your home! Now you can go back to your family and friends, it’s for the best.” Gregory seemed hopeful as he looked at Katya, but she was on the verge of a full breakdown.

“Gregory, please, I do not want to go back to Russia,” Katya pleaded. “I want to be here, there is no other way. You do not know what it is like.” Tears finally spilled down her cheeks, and Gregory looked away.

“I don’t know…” He seemed torn between his selfishness and sympathy. “Let me think about it.”

Katya nodded and stood up from the table. She didn’t say a word to him, instead she stalked into the kitchen and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and her lighter from the drawer then stormed out of the apartment. She had been trying to quit smoking, but panic was clouding her better judgement, and she needed something to take the edge off, and it was better cigarettes than drugs. She pushed out of the front door of the apartment building and sat down heavily on the steps. With shaking hands, she brought a cigarette to her lips and lit the end, her lungs immediately filling with calming nicotine. There was nothing that could truly quell the growing terror inside of her, though.

She sat on the stoop for nearly half an hour, burning through the pack and weeping gently, curling in on herself. That’s how Trixie found her. The younger woman was clearly heading to work, indicated by her all black ensemble. She froze at the sight of Katya.

“Kat?” She said softly, dropping down to the step next to her. “What’s wrong?”

Katya shook her head, stubbing out her last cigarette against the cold stone. She was surrounded by crumpled butts, their ashes smudged against the ground. Trixie hesitated, before putting her arm around Katya’s shoulders. At least Trixie didn’t completely hate her.

“Gregory is sending me back to Russia,” she finally admitted. Her words caused Trixie to recoil, horror clear on her features.

“He can’t,” she gasped. Tears welled up in Katya’s eyes again.

“I do not want to go back Trixie, I want to be here, but he will not listen to me. He met a new woman, and he wants her. He is returning me like I am some, some shirt that does not fit. But I am a person Trixie, and I do not want to go back.” She was growing hysterical now, like speaking her fears were making them more real. Trixie shushed her gently, pulling Katya into her side. Katya felt Trixie’s lips on her temple, warm and slick with lipgloss.

“I won’t let him do that to you Kat, I promise. You are not going back.” There was a fire in Trixie’s words. “C’mon, stand up sweetie. We’re going to go talk to Greg.” Trixie helped Katya to her feet, and together they walked back into the apartment building. Trixie knocked on the door, her hand laced with Katya’s. When Gregory opened the door he looked surprised to see Trixie.

“I found your wife sobbing outside,” Trixie seethed, her usually cheery voice darkening. She stepped forward, causing Gregory to step back into the apartment. “She told me you were ripping her dreams away from her so you could get your dick wet. How fucking dare you. You’re the one who basically bought her because you’re so much of a loser you can’t get a woman to willingly be with you. And now that you’ve found one, you’re just going to throw Katya away? I don’t think so, asshole.”

Trixie was yelling now, and Gregory was shrinking back from her wrath. He kept looking to Katya for help, but she couldn’t speak. She was stunned by the level of passion Trixie had when it came to protecting her. Trixie was still her friend, even if Katya had messed everything up.

“Trixie, I think you need to calm down,” Gregory finally spoke up, though he still looked shaken by the furious force that was Trixie Mattel.

“And you need to own the fuck up to your decisions and do right by your wife. Can’t you see how terrified you’ve made her? You’d be a monster if you made her go back.” Trixie’s words made Gregory’s eyes flicker to Katya, and he finally seemed to take in her pitiful appearance.

“I’m sorry Katya,” he said softly. “We’ll work this out, okay? I won’t make you go back if you don’t want to.” Relief washed over Katya, and she leaned into Trixie’s side for support.

“Thank you so much Gregory, thank you,” Katya breathed. Gregory shot her a tight lipped smile.

“She’s staying with me tonight,” Trixie butted in. “She’s been through enough.” Katya looked up at her, her eyebrows knitted in confusion. They haven’t talked in almost two weeks, and now they were back to sleepovers? No one was making any sense to Katya anymore.

“C’mon Kat,” Trixie murmured. Katya sent Gregory one last look before following Trixie out of the apartment. Trixie let them into her place and flicked on the lights. “You can grab something to sleep in from my closet, I just have to make a quick call,” the young blonde said as she pulled out her phone. Katya walked into the other woman’s room, quickly finding a baggy shirt to wear to bed. Once she changed and threw her hair up into a bun, she went back into the living room. She caught the tail end of Trixie’s phone call.

“You know I wouldn’t call out if it wasn’t an emergency… I can’t even leave my house Henry I’ve been throwing up all night… Yeah of course, yeah. Thanks Henry, I’ll let you know if I’m feeling better tomorrow. Yup. You too.” The blonde hung up the phone and turned to Katya with a shy smile.

“I am very confused,” Katya began, her fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of the shirt. “You do not talk to me for two weeks, but then you swoop in to protect me tonight. What did I do wrong to make you stop talking to me? I am so sorry Trixie, I do not want to lose you.”

Trixie frowned and stepped up to Katya, taking the Russian woman’s hands in her own.

“You did nothing wrong,” Trixie promised. “It was all me, okay? I just felt so guilty after kissing you, because you’re straight and have a husband who, by the way, I still want to piano wire. I’m a fucking coward and I didn’t want to talk about it or listen to you give me the whole, you’re a great friend but I don’t like you that way speech, so I ran away. You didn’t do anything Kat.”

Katya bit her lip and looked at their joined hands.

“I kissed you back, though,” she replied softly. “I thought that was why you stopped talking to me.” Trixie’s eyes widened.

“I don’t think I remember that part,” she admitted. Katya laughed, her heart feeling lighter knowing she and Trixie were okay. Maybe more than okay.

“You are also wrong about another thing,” Katya added. “I do not think I am straight.”

Trixie’s eyebrows shot up comically. She seemed to take in Katya’s words, the little wheels turning in her head.

“Okay, cool, so kissing me made you realize you’re not straight?” The younger woman asked. Katya nodded in confirmation. “This is a lot to process.”

Katya stepped closer to Trixie and placed one of her hands on her cheek. “We could do it again and see if that helps,” she offered. Trixie didn’t even answer, instead she leaned down and pressed their lips together. They instantly moved closer together, gripping each other tight like they were going to be ripped apart at any second. It was almost desperate, the slide of their lips. Katya’s hands slid to Trixie’s hips and she pulled the woman flush against her, the younger woman pulling back to catch her breath.

“Gregory is a fucking idiot,” she panted. Katya laughed and hugged Trixie loosely, her head going to rest on Trixie’s shoulder.

“He is a good man,” Katya defended. “Plus, If it was not for him, I would have never met you.” She pressed her lips to Trixie’s neck and felt the younger woman shiver in her arms.

“I’m so glad I met you,” Trixie whispered. Katya hummed, her lips trailing lower and lower. She placed one final kiss against Trixie’s sweet skin before pulling away.

“I would love to stand in your living room and kiss all night, but it has been a very long day and I would like to go to sleep,” The Russian woman said. She almost regretted her words when it made Trixie fully pull away from her.

“Of course, let’s go to bed.” Trixie took her hand and together they went into the blonde’s bedroom. Katya climbed into bed and watched Trixie change, before the younger woman flipped off the lights and joined her. Their bodies found each other under the sheets, their legs tangling and their foreheads pressed together. Katya fell asleep with Trixie’s breath fanning across her cheeks, and with the warmth of her thighs against her own. Katya had never slept better in her life.