AN: Just some crap I came up with one evening. Sorry if there are any spelling/grammar errors.
It had just gone midnight and Emilie and Veronica were sprawled on a hotel bed with some music on quietly. The bed was fairly small, but it was warm and snug and it gave Emilie an excuse to be closer to the beautiful dancer, so she didn't mind.
Maggots and Melissa were supposed to be buying some snacks for them to share later, but they were probably having a look around town too. It was hardly surprising, as this town seemed to be particularly beautiful with its architecture and parks.
The wind howled, its icy fingers tearing at the trees outside the hotel. Goosebumps rose on Emilie's skin and she shivered. God, it was cold. Veronica wound her arms around the tiny woman, pulling her closer to her warm body and holding her tightly. Emilie's breath caught in her throat. Veronica's skin was so soft and they were so close. She could feel the other woman's hot breath on her skin and the ends of her silky black hair brush her arms. Emilie was filled with the urge to pin her down on the bed and just kiss her and kiss her.
No. Bad Em. That was just for the stage, just to entertain.
But what if? What if she did give in? How would Veronica react? The action wouldn't be a lot different from what they did on stage every night.
But it would still be different, and the intention would be completely different.
Emilie was distracted from the war inside her mind and pulled back into the real world when Veronica started tracing patterns on the violinist's pale arms. God, she was making it hard for her to resist the urge to make out with her. She quickly pushed the thought away and concentrated on Veronica's soft fingers trailing shapes on her arms and wrists. Oh, how she longed for those beautiful fingers to touch her all over. Emilie exhaled steadily as she imagined it.
Veronica could also feel the attraction and slowly moved closer to the angel in her arms. She let her lips brush Emilie's, being careful not to risk making her uncomfortable. If she went too fast, she might lose her.
It was too much for Emilie. She lost control of the urge and gave in to passion. The violinist flung her leg over Veronica so she was sitting on her, grabbed her wrists and pinned them either side of her head. Kissing her furiously, she let go of her wrists and pulled the girl as close to her body as she could. Emilie slipped her hands under Veronica's thin top and ran them up her waist and back, touching and caressing every inch of her as she moaned and gasped beneath her.
Veronica was so surprised that for a moment, she didn't return the affection. Then she grabbed Emilie's thighs and pulled her closer to her, sliding her hands up and down her toned thighs. She licked Emilie's bottom lip as they kissed, and Emilie complied, opening her mouth and letting Veronica in. Their tongues danced a sexy, dangerous dance, battling for dominance.
Veronica's hands wandered over Emilie's body, exploring, discovering which places she liked to be touched most. She massaged the woman's inner thighs and listened to Emilie moan into her mouth. Good God, she was sexy. And perfect. An angel or a succubus? Who knew. Veronica gasped as Emilie slipped a hand between her denim sheathed legs. Oh God. She wished Emilie would just take her there and then.
The door opened with a click and footsteps were heard before a female gasped. Maggots. She stuttered and stalled, trying to get words out. "Oh, uh, are we, uh, disturbing anything?"
The devilish lovers broke apart and looked at each other sheepishly and then at Maggots. The red head produced a bag of Gingersnapz from a bigger carrier bag she was holding. "I bought snacks."
Emilie and Veronica grinned at their pirate friend and she grinned back.