Chapter 22
Their first day in the new town had gone by within the blink of an eye and Nastya alongside the rest of the Voyager theater was getting ready for her performance which would be within the hour.
The blonde, as per usual, was shaking with nerves, on the verge of a breakdown, in fact.
Kate, who noticed her lover's struggles, walked up behind her, gently back hugging her, taking her hands into hers, squeezing them reassuringly. “It's going to be fine, my love. You can do it.
"The crowds are gonna love you. I know they are. Your performance is the most popular one of all the theater's performances. There's nothing to worry about.”
Nastya nodded, knowing instinctively the younger girl was right, yet, her severe stage-fright combined with general anxiety still got the best of her.
She turned around in the embrace, muttering. “I could think of one remedy to relieve me of my fear, my love.”
Kate told her sincerely. “Whatever it might be, as long as I can help you with it, I'll do my best to do it for you.”
The redhead's cheeks turned pink as Nastya stated, her voice low and sensual. “Kiss me, Kate.”
The younger girl swallowed, muttering. “We both know where this might lead...”
Nastya smirked. “I think we have sufficient time for that still. Do you not?
"Also, I could use the distraction, my love. Unless you are not agreeable with it.”
Kate blushed, even more, pulling the taller girl close to her. “Of course, I am agreeable with it, my love.”
Nastya sighed softly as the younger girl pressed her lips against hers, wrapping her arms around the redhead, lifting her onto her strong arms, carrying her over to their bed.
The blonde growled as her lover sucked on her bottom lip possessively, her hands swiftly wandering under Kate's dress, kneading her apple bottom.
The redhead whimpered adorably, her eyes by now visibly clouded in desire, voice raspy. “I think we should undress.”
Nastya smirked at her lover's words, swiftly helping the younger girl out of her garments before undressing herself, all the while neatly and efficiently folding their clothes, placing them on the chair.
Their lips met in another passionate kiss, moans soon filling the air once skin met skin and metal, Kate was grinding against Nastya's thigh in the most sensual way causing the older girl's mind to swirl.
The blonde eagerly watched her lover, drinking in the heavenly sight of this redhaired goddess on top of her, the sweetest sounds that were music to Nastya's ears leaving her lips, her motions turned more forceful, her back arching as she peaked, the most sensual throaty moan caused Nastya to shudder, a knot forming in the pit of her own stomach and within seconds she climaxed as well, her eyes squinting shut, colors and patterns appearing behind them and the vision of a girl dressed in what Nastya recognized to be a wedding gown.
Tears trickled down the blonde's cheeks, strangled sobs worming their way up her throat, a fact that alarmed her lover who looked on in concern.
Kate leaned down, gently caressing the older girl's downy cheeks, whispering. “Nastya, is everything alright? Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, after all...”
The redhead felt the all too familiar vile guilt bubbling up in the pit of her stomach, but Nastya smiled, her eyes fluttering open, the brilliant sky-blue taking Kate's breath away.
Her voice was soft, barely a whisper, laced with pure love and affection. “Do not apologize, my love. Everything is perfect, in fact.
"This was not a bad idea, but the best one. I just had a vision of seeing you in a wedding gown and it... was so unexpected, overwhelmingly beautiful, that combined with the bliss of our lovemaking turned me very emotional.”
Kate had tears in her own eyes now, whispering. “I've had a vision of you in a wedding suit before, as you know, so I can very well relate to that, my love. How I would love getting married to you for real, turn this dream of ours into reality.”
Nastya smirked, stating smugly. “It just might be possible, my love. I am registered as a male, after all, and as such, I am very much allowed to legally get married to a woman. Nikolai Romanow could get married to Kate Janeway without any problem.”
Kate's eyes widened, gasping out, a wide grin forming on her face that melted her lover's heart. “Oh, my Gods! You're right, Nastya! How come I hadn't considered that before? This is brilliant!”
Nastya smiled, the lovers sharing another deep kiss.
Kate happily cuddled into the older girl's embrace and they were about to get comfortable when a knock on the front door alerted them, followed by Pjotr's voice. “Nastya, you're up next!”
The blonde sighed softly, exclaiming. “Understood, papa. Give me just a moment. I will be right there.”
She placed one last kiss on her lover's forehead, Kate got up, allowing Nastya to get dressed. Kate was once more astonished at the very efficient way in which the older girl transformed back into her alter ego Nikolai.
The blonde winked at the younger girl before she left to which Kate's cheeks turned crimson, stating. “Ya lyublyu tebya vsey dushoy, Kate.”
The younger girl hid under the blanket, heart beating wildly, cheeks bright red, rolling around, squealing.
'Oh, my Gods! Her speaking Russian is so, so... sensual, arousing. Sigh. I wonder just what she told me though.
'In all honesty, she could've said anything and it probably would've still sounded so dreamy simply because it was in Russian.
'I should really have her teach me her mother language. She speaks mine too, after all. I, at least, wanna learn the basics.'
When Nikolai entered the stage, the crowds were in an uproar. Nastya had a hard time maintaining her focus over the incessant cries and cheering from what she was able to determine the female audience.
She was all the more relieved that Kate had decided to stay behind in the trailer instead of watching her performance, not too keen on making her jealous, or upset her because of those women.
The blonde sighed audibly once her performance had concluded and she was outside again.
She had, by no means, expected the crowds to be this loud and excited tonight, especially the female audience which seemed to have mainly consisted of young girls, a fact that surprised Nastya.
The young woman was thoroughly unused to being 'famous', if you will or popular with girls, especially of her own age.
Shivers went down her spine at the highly unwelcome and unpleasant memory of those times back then, those women who had treated her much like an object, not at all like another human being, even less someone who could very well have been their own child agewise.
The blonde quickly entered her trailer again, collapsing the moment the door had closed behind her, curling up in a fetal position, rocking back and forth, whimpering.
Kate, who had just been reading, instantly grew alarmed upon hearing the pathetic whimpers, her heart aching at the sight of her lover who seemed to currently be suffering from a panic attack.
The petite girl carefully approached the taller, gently wrapping her arms around her, whispering words of reassurance into her ear, soothingly running her hand through the soft blonde curls.
Kate asked carefully once her lover's sobs had died down. “What happened out there, my love? Was it a bad audience tonight?”
Nastya sniffed and muttered, her voice still thick due to having bawled her eyes out. “Not bad per se, but the female audience reminded me so much of that time back then when I lived in the streets in Russia and I...
I barely made it through the performance without collapsing. Their cheering and over-excited reactions were simply too much...”
Kate felt rage boiling up inside her at the audacity of those women and the mention of her beloved's dark, traumatic past.
She muttered, her tone laced with guilt. “I wish I could've been there to support you. I should've accompanied you, instead of staying behind here. I'm sorry...”
Nastya smiled softly, shaking her head. “No, my love. It was better that you stayed here. I did not wish for you to be there.
"Having to experience that audience myself was bad enough, but if you would have had to experience it yourself, I know it would have unnecessarily hurt and upset you. I do not wish to cause you pain.”
The lovers had gone to sleep right after their emotional discussion, both tired and exhausted.
Nastya was beyond grateful to be able to fall asleep in her lover's arms, her presence providing much-needed comfort, filling her every fiber with warmth and a love so profound it almost made her weep again.
Kate had watched her lover for a while before eventually falling asleep herself that night, feeling much similar emotions, and an idea was born out of the wish to protect her lover and provide moral support to her during her performances.
The redhead had considered working on a performance for the theater herself before and now that idea had manifested into a plan.
'I'll work on something. All I need is a concept for a performance, something which fits the theme of a trek through the stars.'
Out of a sudden, it was as if a lightbulb had turned on in her mind. 'Of course, that's it! I will be the first female captain of a rocket ship who goes to see the moon and tells the audience about her sightings and experiences there!'
Kate wasn't sure if she could pull off that kind of act, never once having acted or performed before, but she mused it was worth the try.
If she couldn't go explore the moon and galaxy in real life, at least she could imagine doing so by posing as captain of a rocket ship.
Kate was very well aware that females in these kinds of positions, or in the Science field in general were pretty much non-existent, but she sincerely hoped that one day in the future this would be different.
'What does a captain of a future rocket ship, or a rocket Scientist wear though?'
Kate doubted coming across fitting attire for her performance would be easy, if at all possible, but an inkling told her that her lover might be able to help her out in terms of this, the older girl so far had proven to be a rather talented housewife.
'H-house wife? Oh, Gods... I have to stop daydreaming like this!'
The image of Nastya in an apron, her hair up in a bun, dressed in her dad's old shirt and shorts flickered before her mind's eye, causing her cheeks to turn crimson.
Nastya woke up to the most endearing sight of a profusely blushing, adorably flustered Kate.
A smirk formed on the older girl's luscious lips, whispering seductively in her lover's ear. “What a most alluring sight to wake up to, Kate. Would you mind sharing with me what has caused you to 'blush' in this most adorable manner?”
The redhead coughed, feeling very caught and deeply humiliated, her cheeks by now a deep Merlot. “N-Nastya, you're awake... I... was daydreaming again, ehehe.
"Just... you know... remembering seeing you wearing an apron along with pa's old clothes and your hair up in that bun. I thought that you'd make for such a great housewife...”
Nastya found her own cheeks heating up at that last remark of her lover, stuttering out. “S-so I see...”
The blonde blinked when her lover asked her seemingly out of the blue. “By the way, I've been wondering. What was it that you told me last night before leaving for your performance, my love?
"As you are aware I don't speak Russian and so the only thing I understood was my name...”
Nastya's cheeks grew hotter still, sincerely having hoped the younger girl had not paid that much attention.
'She truly has a way of switching topics and catching me off-guard, that girl...'
She swallowed against the sudden dryness in her throat, muttering embarrassingly. “I said... I love you with all my soul, Kate... I am aware that it is quite extreme, but I truly do feel this way for you...”
Kate smiled, her heart leaping at the older girl's words and her rare display of shyness.
The younger girl stated wholeheartedly. “I love you with all my soul as well, Nastya. It's not extreme at all. Our love is very strong, so is our bond. I also feel that our souls are entwined, my love.
"Our love story is my favorite there is in this whole wide universe and in any other too.”
Nastya smiled widely, hugging the petite girl tightly, whispering over and over “I love you.” to which Kate replied in kind every single time.
The younger girl was determined to tell her lover about her plan of performing as the first female captain of a rocket ship later, but for the moment she simply wanted to enjoy being this close to her lover and enjoy the first hours of the morning together.