Devoted: Dandelion (Katlaska) - Kamylove
Summary: A backstage visit and a nosy newbie.
A/N: Another entry in my collection of Katlaska one-shot ficlets. As if anybody but me is still interested in Katlaska!
It's only Ru girls they know well in the dressing room, so when Alaska finally gets there she feels comfortable giving Katya a sweet kiss, chaste but long.
A few of the girls whistle, so Alaska grabs Katya's ass, too, before pulling away.
"Now I have to fix my lipstick again, you bitch," Katya says with a wink and flounces over to the mirrors.
There's a roar of applause and screams behind the closed door. Alaska quickly calculates who's missing: the winner of the most recent season, who's very young and still a bit of a fangirl and a little too interested in Katya and Alaska's relationship.
("Every damn day," Katya had said on the phone, at the beginning of the tour. "She asked me how often we have phone sex this morning. Which I would be thrilled to talk about if I was fucking anybody on the planet except for you." "Because you looooove me," Alaska had teased, making Katya huff and hang up on her. Alaska immediately called her back and said, "So. Phone sex?" and Katya did not hang up on that.)
Katya cackles at her in the mirror, knowing exactly what Alaska's thinking.
"Fuck off," Alaska tells her, just as the door opens.
"Ohmigod, Alaska! I didn’t know you were coming! Are you here to see Katya? Is this a booty call?"
Alaska dodges both questions while air kissing the poor girl, who calls herself Dandie Lyon and has the atomic yellow hair to match. "I'm here to see you and only you, gurl," Alaska tells her.
"I told her to leave you alone, bitch," Manila says under her breath, to Alaska. But Alaska thinks it's sweet. The youngest girls met them all on TV screens long before they met in person, sometimes before puberty. She doesn’t mind being someone’s childhood hero, though she does find the obsession with her private life awkward.
"That's so nice to say! You're so nice! I always heard you were a bitch, but you're so nice!"
Alaska laughs. "Don't believe everything you read online, honey."
"I love your coat," Dandie says. "And that t-shirt! Are you growing out your hair? It's so cute! How was Berlin?"
"Berlin was greaaaat," Alaska says, turning on the vocal fry. "How's the tour treating you?"
That gets Dandie going, and gets Alaska and Katya out of the limelight. The tour is so much fun! She's hardly sleeping! There's free dick everywhere! The fans have given her so many gifts! The other girls ("you older girls," she says) have been so helpful and have leant her makeup and clothes and wigs and lube! ("I let her wear that trashy red wig of yours," Katya had texted, "and I don't know what the hell she did with it, but I might have to send it off to its inevitable end in the bin. Just thought you should be the first to know.")
Alaska loves these kids; they know more about fashion and social media than performance, but they're curious and passionate and hopeful, and all that is tough to keep up with the cynicism borne of years on the road. But she's not paying full attention to Dandie, thanks to Katya. Katya's now sitting in a director's chair and licking her scarlet red lips, and she yanks one bare leg straight up so she can pat what should be a tuck, but very much is not. Alaska feels it in her sphincter and her eyes go wide.
"You are such a fucking whore," Detox says, laughing, to Katya.
"I am going to fucking kill you," Alaska says.
Katya straightens herself out in a split second and poses with her legs demurely crossed, just in time for Dandie to turn around.
"What happened?" she asks. "What did you do?" But she doesn't know who "you" is, so she just looks wildly at all of them.
"Monet's a whore," Katya says.
Everyone else agrees, laughing and teasing, and Alaska's heart is warmed by how much they all care about her and Katya, enough to protect their privacy even when Katya's making that virtually impossible.
"Someday," Katya pronounces, "the world will know all the secrets of my wiener. But today is not that day, because today is night, and my wiener is worn out from flapping useless but tumescent in the wind."
Dandie turns to Alaska and asks, "Is she like this in bed? Like, do you even understand her?"
Alaska's eyebrows go up. Katya rescues her by saying, "Wouldn't you love to know, my young apprentice?"
"I mean, I'm totally open to that." Dandie's joking, but at the same time it's not quite a joke. "If you're looking for--"
"Ain't nobody looking for that," Kennedy says from the mirrors. She doesn't even turn around. "You better keep that in your pants until you find a sweet young thing to lick it, and you are not going to find that sweet young thing in this room."
"I'm sweet and very, very young," Katya says.
"You're bitter and decrepit," Monet says.
"Has Katya had plastic surgery?" Dandie asks Alaska.
Katya waggles her eyebrows, daring Alaska to answer.
"Are tattoos plastic surgery?" Alaska says. "Because those are definitely botched."
"Not the snake one!" Katya says, pointing to the snake around her ankle that she got before they were even together--it has nothing to do with Alaska. But she leers at Alaska as she says it, because what nobody knows is that Katya's got another snake, a sweet little coiled snake, in a place not even Katya can see without some advanced gymnastics.
"Was that eye sex?" Dandie asks. "I think that was eye sex. Guys, was that eye sex?"
"Whatever goes on in somebody's own brain is none of our business," Manila says.
The club manager pokes her head in. "Katya, you're up next. Oh, hi, Alaska, nice to see you!" And she disappears again.
Monet and Manila steer Dandie away, to give Katya and Alaska a chance to exit gracefully.
"I'm going to go watch from the floor," Alaska says. She gives their friends a grateful smile and follows Katya out to the dark corridor, where they can have a private moment.
Katya kisses her, licking Alaska's lips and nose and chin.
Alaska laughs and gives Katya's semi-hard dick a squeeze through her skirt. "I knew it," she says.
"Your very presence has me at half mast, Ms. Thunderfuck. Now go think about what orders you want to give me later."
Alaska smirks and squeezes again before Katya hurries off.
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