Author's Note: My take on how Emilie dislocated her rib at the tour stop in Manchester, England tonight. My dirty little mind strung this story together thanks to some tweets from Veronica and Emilie.
Dislocated
The second show of the European tour was in full swing. Captain Maggots was out on stage alone, entertaining the crowd before the next round of songs. Emilie Autumn stood backstage reapplying her makeup in a full-length mirror with a large YOU ARE THE DUDE sticker placed across the bottom corner. She looked away from the mirror to pick up her mohawk, and gasped at the sight that met her eyes once they returned to the glass. Veronica Varlow stood in the doorway eyeing the blonde with a wild hunger. Emilie placed a shaking hand to her chest and laughed lightly, "VV, you scared me!"
The burlesque dancer grinned wolfishly, "I'm sorry, my darling." Veronica crossed the room and wrapped her arms around the singer's corseted waist, pulling Emilie tight against her body.
"VV," Emilie breathed as the raven haired woman nibbled at her ear. "We don't have time for this right now, Maggie can only stall the crowd for so long..."
Veronica, of course, hadn't heard a word that her friend had just said, she was far too busy trying to work her hand down the front of Emilie's tights to no avail. She growled in frustration, and spun Emilie around to face her. She pinned the blonde against the mirror, kissing her passionately. The singer moaned into the taller woman's mouth while their tongues fought for space. Veronica released another growl as she shoved Emilie against the makeup table.
Emilie hissed as the edge caught her side, "Fuck, you're rough tonight!"
Veronica bit Emilie's lower lip in reply. The singer gripped the fan dancer's hips tightly, surely leaving her own set of bruises behind. Emilie was finding it difficult to breathe, she wasn't sure if it was from Veronica's hands attempting to get down her tights again or if it was caused by the new sharp pain in her side. Veronica clawed at Emilie's clothes like a rabid animal, she nearly had the singer naked from the waist down when their dressing room door was thrown open.
Captain Maggots stood in the doorway glaring at the two disheveled women, "What the fuck, guys?"
Veronica turned to the petite redhead, "Wanna join?"
Maggots threw her hands up in disbelief, "No!-Yes-Not now-Later, definitely later! The fans are going crazy out there, let's go!" She exited the dressing room, and grabbing a teapot on the way back to the stage, she mumbled to herself, "Only the second tour stop and already at it."
Emilie quickly fixed her stage outfit while Veronica sucked at her neck, she inhaled sharply as the seductress's hand brushed against her aching side, "Fuck, that hurts."
Veronica's warm breath met Emilie's ear in a husky whisper, "I'll make you feel better after the show, I promise."
Emilie grinned at their reflections in the mirror, she would be sure to hold her friend to her word.
