Author's Note: This is based off of a slight prompt given by Veronica in the comments section of today's Danger Diary post. For those of you who don't know, Danger Diary is Veronica's blog. Go read it. NOW.
V Day (Part I)
The tour bus rolled into a sketchy looking truck stop in the pre-dawn hours of February 14th as the snow continued to fall in thick chunks, quickly covering the highway and making it too dangerous to continue driving. Emilie Autumn groaned as the bus came to a stop at their resting place for possibly the next several hours. The girls and she had been on the road driving for two days and Emilie wanted nothing more than to get to a hotel but, instead, was now stranded at a crappy truck stop. Veronica Varlow, upon hearing that Emilie was awake, crawled into her bunk.
"What's wrong, Emmie?" Veronica whispered, nuzzling up against the blonde.
Emilie groaned again, "I just want to go to a hotel with a real bed and a real fucking bathroom." She turned to face her friend, "Do you know how long it's been since I last washed my hair? Do you?!"
Veronica looked at Emilie sympathetically. After a moment of thought, her eyes lit up and she grabbed her friend's hand, "Come with me."
Emilie sighed, continuing to lie in her bunk, "I'm really not in the mood for an adventure, VV."
"It's not an adventure," Veronica tugged on the other woman's hand, pulling her up to a sitting position. "Just trust me, you'll love it, I promise!"
Emilie rolled her eyes, knowing that Veronica wasn't going to let up. "Fine, let's go."
Veronica grinned from ear to ear while she dragged Emilie from her bunk, grabbing the blonde's shower bag before heading to the front of the bus. The pair pulled on their coats before braving the unforgiving winter weather in order to reach the questionable truck stop bathroom. Veronica locked the bathroom door once she and Emilie were safely inside the annoying bright room.
"Okay," Veronica purred in Emilie's ear, "coat and shirt off."
"Really, V," Emilie looked around the cramped and dirty restroom, "You want to do that here?"
"What? No!" Veronica smacked Emilie's arm playfully, "Perv." Veronica removed her own coat, hanging it one the door handle, before slowly unbuttoning Emilie's.
"Well, if we're not doing that," Emilie shrugged off her coat, "then what are we doing in here?"
"We are going to..." Veronica slid her hands slowly up the blonde's sides, pulling her shirt up and over her head leaving Emilie in just her lace bra, "...wash your hair."
"Oh really," Emilie whispered, leaning in closer to Veronica, "are you sure that's all we'll be doing?"
Veronica placed her hands on the shorter woman's hips and began to steer her backwards towards the sink. "No," she pressed her body against Emilie's, leaning into her until the blonde was bent over backwards with her head in the sink, "but it's a start." Her lips lingered above Emilie's, nearly touching but not quite. This was Veronica's favorite game and she knew that it drove the other woman wild.
Emilie craned her neck trying to reach Veronica's lips, arching to feel them pressed against her own. She was so close, just a breath away... Veronica straightened herself up, leaving her lower half still pressed against the blonde, keeping her in place. She gently lifted Emilie's head out of the sink. Veronica turned the knobs of the faucet until the water was the perfect temperature before tilting Emilie's head back. The warm water sent shivers down Emilie's spine. Veronica slowly ran her slender fingers through Emilie's hair, making sure that every strand was wet before moving on to the shampooing stage. Emilie had her eyes closed and a moan escaped her lips as Veronica worked the shampoo into the blonde's hair, dragging her nails across her friend's scalp in all the right places, and moving her expert fingers in all the right ways to have Emilie withering beneath her. Emilie briefly opened her eyes only to find Veronica's chest nearly touching her face. The other woman's low cut top caused Emilie to squirm even more which, in turn, caused her to grind against Veronica who was still pressed against her.
Veronica grinned and returned the grind. She dragged her nails across Emilie's scalp one final time before turning off the water.
"No," Emilie groaned, "don't stop."
Veronica gently lifted Emilie's head out of the sink, straightening her body up and bringing her face near to her own. Emilie opened her eyes and quickly pressed her lips against Veronica's before the other woman had a chance to pull away. The fan dancer wrapped her arms around the singer, raking her nails down her bare back.
A knock on the bathroom door caused the two women to jump; they broke apart, both panting heavily.
"Occupied!" Veronica called.
"Yeah, I know," Moth's voice sounded through the door, "you two have been in there for nearly a half hour! Now let me in, I have to pee!"
Veronica and Emilie sighed. "Buzz kill," V muttered.
"I heard that!"
Veronica pulled her coat on while Emilie looked around the room in confusion. "What's wrong?" V asked, holding Em's shirt and coat.
"Did you grab a towel before we left the bus?"
Veronica's eyes widened in realization, "Umm...I...here," she handed Emilie her shirt, "use your shirt!"
"Seriously?"
"Sorry..."
"Today, ladies!" Moth knocked on the door once more.
Emilie sighed, taking her shirt from V and wrapping her hair up in it to keep her freshly washed locks from freezing once they set foot outside. She buttoned up her coat to hide her exposed skin from the cold and also from any strangers they may pass on the way back to the bus. The pair exited the bathroom to find Moth leaning against the opposite wall.
"Is that your shirt?" Moth eyed Emilie's new head wrap suspiciously.
"I'd rather not talk about it," Emilie replied, quickly making her way to the exit door.
Veronica giggled and winked at Moth as she hurried after Emilie.
Moth sighed, "There was no warning of this in the tour handbook..."