#“stay away from gold star lesbian sites”

[artificialqueens]

Katya (Trixya) pt 7/? - Skyline

AN: Long time no fic, AQ! Yeah, I know its all my fault. I’m fully aware I lied through my teeth earlier this month when I said I’d work on this. But yet again, school got the better of me, though I wish it didn’t. But here we are with a new chapter :) I made it longer for guys too! (I heard you anon, don’t worry ;)) I hope ya’ll enjoy, leave me your feedback I live for it <3 The next chapter should be A1, so get ready for that :) -Skyline

Summary: Lesbian Trixya AU based off the incredible movie Carol, set in New York during the 50’s. Katya, a mother struggling through a messy divorce meets young, inexperienced Trixie at a department store and they hit it off.

        After the girls shuffled the 12 foot christmas tree into the house and set it up in the living room, Katya gave Trixie free reigns of her kitchen to make them snacks while she and Violet hung ornaments. Trixie was literally in Katya’s pantry searching for cookies. She could barely entertain the thought of being in Katya’s house, let alone having free reigns over her kitchen! But Trixie felt strangely domestic, making tea and snacks while hearing the adorable conversation and laughter of Violet and Katya in the living room. A warm feeling swirled in her stomach that she couldn’t quite place. She felt strangely at home.          “Maybe we should do the star first…? Where’s the Star?” Trixie was pouring the boiling water into Katya’s china tea kettle, listening to the mother and daughter’s bickering through the archway leading into the large living space. “Yeah! Yes! Lets do it now!” She heard Violet’s little voice say impatiently. Trixie peaked over the side of the archway to see the small child pick out two trinkets from the box. Violet held up the choices to Katya. “The Silver or the Gold star, mommy?” Katya looked over to her baby and smiled. “You choose!” The girl gave them both a once over before tossing the gold one back into the box of decorations and handing the silver one over to her mother. Katya laughed at Violet’s sassy ways and took the star from her. That was definitely her child.           Trixie could hear Violet laughing along with her mother, the sound of the girls laugh almost as mesmerizing as her mothers. “That’s my girl.” She heard Katya gush. Trixie stole another look and saw the twinkle in the child’s emerald green eyes, so much like her mother’s. Her jet black tresses must come from her father then, Trixie thought. She pushed those intrusive thoughts away and continued on setting up the tea tray with milk and sugar, laying out the cookies in an assortment on the plate. They were almost done by the looks of it, the tree was lit to perfection with ornaments and trinkets covering every branch. Katya was on the step stool, reaching over to place the silver star at the very top.          “What do you think?” She asks the small girl on the floor in front of her. Violet looks up a wide smile adorning the child’s face. “Good!” Her face falls for a second as she says, “Wait, no! This ornament should be in front!” She stands and runs over to it, arranging it front and center on the tree. Katya steps down after her baby makes a few finishing touches and slowly moves back to get a good view of the whole tree. “That is the most beautiful christmas tree in the whole wide world.” She sits on the arm of the couch and takes it all in as Violet takes the spot on her lap. Trixie’s heart warms at the site of the charming mother and the sweet child in her arms.

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         It’s a few hours later, and Katya is upstairs putting Violet to sleep. The little one was getting cranky after the difficult tasks of tree decorating and snack binging. It was about 8:30pm when Katya made a quick detour to her room to grab the few gifts she needed to wrap, without the little prying eyes of her youngster around. She quickly glides down the stairs and sees Trixie on the bench of the Grand piano, fiddling with some keys. “Oh, do you play?” Katya asks descending the last few steps and making a little spot on the carpeted floor to start wrapping the gifts. “Oh, I know a few tunes, but I’m better on the guitar. Do you need help with those gifts??” She makes a move to get up but Katya’s words stop her. “Oh no! I’ll manage, but I’d like to hear you play, if you don’t mind?” Katya’s grin and genuine interest in her playing makes her cheeks flush, so she quickly turns and starts pressing some keys before Katya can see her huge grin.             She plays a few songs while Katya wraps gifts and it’s almost like its the most natural thing in the world. Trixie feels the tension between them, yet feels so comfortable at the same time. She starts to play the intro to a lighthearted piece when she’s interrupted by Katya’s sultry voice. “Were those pictures of me you were taking at the tree lot?” Her voice had a cheeky tone to it, but she also sounded a bit surprised. Trixie stopped playing immediately and looked over to Katya. Might as well have written the word “caught” on her forehead. “I’m sorry, I should have asked.” Katya hums, but continues wrapping like she didn’t even ask the question. “Don’t apologize.”           "I’ve just been trying to— Well I have a friend who told me I should be more interested in humans.“ Katya giggles as she rips off a piece of scotch tape. "And how’s that going?” Her tone is playful. Trixie’s smile is soft as she gazes down at Katya. “It’s going well actually.” They gaze at each other intently for a few moments, until Katya voice breaks the trance. “I’m glad.” With that Trixie turns her attention back to the piano and restarts the previous piece she was playing. Katya fiddles with a piece of crumpled tape and continues to stare at the younger blonde, so concentrated on the keys of the piano. She gracefully stands from her spot on the carpet and strides over to Trixie never taking her eyes off her.              She throws the piece of tape to the floor before standing behind Trixie, and looking down to watch the younger girls fingers on the keys. She places both hands on the blonde’s shoulders and Trixie stops instantly, frozen at the contact. It sends a startling shiver down her spine, she hopes the older woman didn’t notice. She looks up from the keys staring straight ahead. “That’s beautiful.” Katya muses as she slides her hands down from Trixie’s shoulders to her arms, caressing them gently before sliding her left hand across her back as she walks to the side of the piano to look through the sheet music laying on closed piano lid. Trixie starts playing again but she can’t help the blush that has most likely spread from her cheeks all the way down to her toes. She steals a quick glance at Katya. The bewitching woman looks cool as a cucumber.          “Is that what you want to be?” Katya asks, flipping through the pages of sheet music, a small smile embellishing her face as she continues, “A photographer?” Trixie smiles gingerly. “I think so. If I have any talent for it.” Katya’s expression changes a bit. She closes the sheet music and drops it to the piano, walking to the cigarette case on the record player. “Isn’t that something other people let you know you have? And all you can do is… keep working. Use what feels right. Throw away the rest.” She sticks the cigarette in between her lips as she talks and lights it after she’s said her piece. She looks to the younger girl for a response. “I suppose so.” She says the words almost hesitantly. Katya inhales deeply and sits on the ottoman next to the record player. She leans on the wall behind her crossing her arms, cigarette in hand.            She just stares at Trixie until the younger girl looks back down at the piano, unsure of what to say. “Will you show me your work?” The older blonde questions. Trixie looks up to Katya, a ghost of a smile on her face. “Sure… I mean I haven’t sold anything or even— shown a picture to someone who could buy one. I don’t even have a decent camera.” With that last sentence she looks down to the piano again, barely running her fingers over the keys, then looks back up at the silent Katya, she continues. “There all at my place under the sink, mostly.” Katya smiles and plays with a long blonde curl, thinking, the gears in her head turning. “Invite me round.” She says, a smirk playing on her red painted lips as she gets up and walks over to the ashtray that’s sat on the coffee table.          Suddenly the sound of the Front door being unlocked and opened startles both women. Katya quickly puts out her cigarette, grabs her heels from the floor, and makes her way through the kitchen to the foyer. The intruder is Roy, standing by the stairs. They lock eyes but neither’s face changes at seeing the other. “Roy, what’s wrong?” Roy looks almost taken aback at the question and his features turn stern. “Nothing. Does there need to be a problem for me to visit my wife?” Katya’s features turn irritated quickly and she slips on one heel, then the other. Trixie just watches the exchange from the piano bench, wishing in that moment she had the power of invisibility. But of course she doesn’t and it doesn’t take long for Roy to feel eyes on him. He turns his head slightly left and see’s the young woman sat in the entertainment room. She gives him a small almost sad smile and he looks straight back to Katya, his face unchanged from his earlier stern expression.

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         “That’s not fair Roy. We agreed that Violet would stay with me until Christmas Eve.” Trixie was fiddling with some magazines on the coffee table, trying to make herself scarce as Katya and Roy argued in the Kitchen. Didn’t stop her from listening though, not that she had a choice, they weren’t exactly being discreet. Roy was under the sink trying to fix some leaking pipes as Katya stood above him, cigarette in hand, her other hand fidgeting anxiously. “What do you suggest I do? Do you think I prefer traipsing off to West Palm Beach for the holiday? It was all mother’s idea.” Katya huffs, annoyed and begins to pace back and forth.          “I’m not ready. She’s not packed. She’s asleep upstairs in bed! What about my Christmas with our daughter?” She stuffs her half-done cigarette into an ashtray and looks to Roy for answers. None, she knows, will be the one that satisfies her. “I’m sorry, Katya it can’t be helped. The flights in the morning! And do you think that I’ve packed already?” Roys voice gets angrier by the second and he is almost cut off by a smash that Trixie can only guess was Roy’s head against the sink pipe. She jumps at the sound but peaks through the archway anyway.         Roy gets out from under the sink, his face has an expression of pure rage. “GOD DAMNIT!” He screams in fury, pounding his hands to the floor. Katya is leaning on the counter, hand on her forehead rubbing as if she has a headache. Roy catches Trixie’s eyes from across the room and he tries to calm his breathing. Trixie looks away instantly, but the damage is already done. Roy gets up quickly and treads past Katya through the kitchen to stand in the archway in between the two rooms. Hes still breathing heavily but his expression changes from fury to disbelief when he looks at Trixie. Katya comes to stand right behind him ready to jump in at any moment. “How do you know my wife?” He asks, his voice shaking from his previous angered state. “Roy, please…” Katya jumps in immediately, ruffling her hair angrily. He puts his hand up to Katya to silence her and continues to stare at Trixie for her answer.        “I work at Frankenberg’s, Sir. The department store?” She says very sure of herself. She has nothing to hide and at this point she’s more worried about Katya’s safety then her own. Before Roy can say a thing Katya speaks again. “ I ordered a gift from her desk. I forgot my gloves, so she returned them, and I thanked her.” She says so matter of factly but that doesn’t fool Roy one bit. He continues his focus on Trixie for a few moments before turning to glare at Katya. “Well thats bold.” He whispers as he glides past her back into the kitchen. Katya stands there for a moment, and tries to pull herself together before she goes to shut the swinging kitchen door. “Can I.. Do anything?” Trixie asks timidly, looking up into her piercing green eyes. Katya’s face softens at her words and she gives her sad yet reassuring smile. “No.. Just leave it be.” Those are her last words as the door swings shut.                                                                            ………….

         It’s been a half hour since the confrontation and Trixie is now sitting on the floor in the entertainment room next to the record player. She looks through some old records and has a Frank Sinatra christmas record on the player already. His sweet voice still can’t drown out the sounds of Roy’s car outside. Katya quickly, yet reluctantly, got Violets things packed and woke her baby from her slumber. They were all outside saying their goodbyes now. Katya slid Violet into the middle of the backseat and strapped her in, laying her favorite blanket on top of her shivering legs. “Okay, snowflake. Give me a big one.” Violets little arms spread wide and she engulfs her baby in a big hug. “You are going to have the most wonderful christmas.” She whispers into the girl’s shoulder. Her voice sounds shaky and she doesn’t trust herself to not cry. “I promise.” A stray tear falls.                “There’s room for you in the car, Mommy. You can come with us.” Her little voice is groggy from sleep and barely above a whisper. Katya has a hard time saying no when her baby’s voice is this sweet. Her smile turns sad. “No, darling. I wish I could. You know, but sometimes mommies and daddies just decide there isn’t enough room for them in the same place at the same time.” She pauses to take a shaky breath and kisses the back of Violets hand that’s been clutched in her own. “Anyway. Mommy has to stay here and make sure Santa’s elf doesn’t give away your presents to another little girl. Wouldn’t want that would you?” She says this like its top secret making the young girls smile appear. “No!” “No.” Katya stares at her baby’s sweet face for a moment before saying her final goodbye, teary eyed. “I love you Snowflake.” She kisses Violets cheek long, then her little hand before finally standing up straight and shutting the car door, giving the girl a small wave through the window.       Katya tries to walk past Roy into the house but he grabs her gently by the arms and tries to hug her. She stands there in his awkward embrace. She can’t do this right now. His hands move to her back and his face is buried in her neck. He inhales deeply. “You smell good.” She gives a half attempt at hugging him back. “You’re drunk.” She says knowingly, and tries to wait it out but he’s not making a move to stop. “Roy, I’m cold.” She pulls away hands still on his waist and his on her arms. She takes one look back at the car and mentally decides something. “I’ll make you some coffee.” She tries to walk into the house but he stops her again, hand on her wrist.            “I’m not drunk. You can still come with us. Go pack a bag.” She turns to him frustrated and tries to look away. She tries and fails to pull her arm from him. “I can’t do that.” He persists, more handsy. “Yes you can. We’ll get you a ticket in the morning.” She ignores his words and tries to push past him. This sets him off. “What are you gonna do? Huh? What are you gonna do.. Stay here with Abby over Christmas? You gonna stay with the Shopgirl in there? Huh?” “Roy!” “What are you gonna do, Katya, huh? What is the plan?” Trixie can hear everything at this point, and turns the knob on the record player up a few notches.             "Stop it!“ Katya shouts and still tries to move past the hostile Roy. "Damn it!” He says and looks her dead on wanting to press the situation further. “I put nothing past women like you, Katya!” She looks at him horrified and angered. “YOU married a woman like me.” She finally pushes past him and Roy goes tumbling to the porch floor. He scrambles up, face full of rage and starts to shout, pointing at the car. “ If you don’t get in that car with us RIGHT NOW…” Katya fixes her hair and venomously smirks at him. “Then what? It’s over?” She says condescendingly, as if it hasn’t been over for years. Roy face turns white, the hurt obvious on his features. He slowly moves his pointing hand down to his side. “Goddamn you. You were never cruel..” She tries to touch his shoulder in comfort, knowing she hit a nerve, but he pushes her hand away and makes to walk past her. “Roy..” He ignores her and walks to his chauffeur who opens the backdoor, Roy thanks him. “How’s my girl.” She can hear him say to their child. “Ready to see grandma and grandpa?” Those are the last words she hears as the car pulls away into the darkness.           She shivers at the thoughts of what just happened and makes her way into the house, angrily ripping her cardigan off her shoulders. She walks straight into the living room but hears Trixie’s soft voice behind her. “I should… call a cab.” Katya ignores her words and lifts the lid to the cigarette case on the table to find it empty. She stares at it for a moment then drops the lid to clatter on the table. “Just when you think it can’t get any worse, you run out of cigarettes.” Its a comment to herself but Trixie tries to be helpful. “Oh, tell me where to go. I’ll buy some for you, I really don’t min–” The blonde is interrupted by Katya’s raised voice. “You don’t have to run out in the middle of nowhere and buy cigarettes.” She sounds so troubled but she takes a deep breath and turns to the younger girl. “I’m fine.” Trixie just stares at her beautifully distraught face, then looks down. “There’s a train at 10:00. I’ll drive you to the station.” Trixie nods.          The car ride is silent. And not the content silent like it was earlier that day. Its tense and Trixie can feel the remorse radiating off of the other blonde. But she keeps her head straight and stares at the streets below them. Katya’s cheeks are wet with tears.          She’s on the train. And Trixie can’t stop the tears that start to wet her own cheeks as the train pulls slowly away from the station.

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