A/N: Okey-dokey so first yuri fanfic and first Chicago fanfic. Tell me how I did!^^
Disclaimer: Never owned and never will but how I wish
Her slim fingers speared through the short blond hair as their lips crashed together. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, the need for skin-to-skin contact great. Velma let out a low groan of pleasure and pain as Roxie lightly bit her neck. She needed more she thought desperately as the petite blond worked her way down to Velma's legs. Velma gasped when she realized that somehow, the little minx had managed to get her hand to her center very quickly. She caught a glimpse of Roxie's saucy smile before her vision became hazy with pleasure at the sudden intrusion into her heat. She moaned into the smooth column of Roxie's neck, her hips matching the thrust of the agile fingers. So close! Velma whimpered to her lover, so…close…
Velma sat up with a start. He breathing came out in shallow gasps, the bitter cold bringing her back to a harsh reality. Velma's blood red nails held her sheets in a vice like grip. In contrast to the air around her, the brunette's cheeks were flushed with arousal. On her skin was a thin layer of perspiration that, unfortunately, made her navy blue nightgown stick to places much too sensitive. Slowly, she began to loosen her hold on the sheets.
The amber-eyed woman looked out the window of her apartment, her mind starting to clear. Outside, the sun was shining a dull yellow against the thick gray clouds of Chicago. "God not another one…" She muttered as her long pale legs swung to the side of the bed making their way over to the bathroom. Velma turned on the water and splashed the cool water on her face. Her senses now functioning properly as she grabbed a clean towel.
Dark brown orbs stared back at Velma as she gazed at her reflection. Well I might as well get dressed, she thought darkly. Sighing in defeat, she thought of the dream she had about Roxie. Reaching to the side of the sink to grab her make up, she smoothly applied her eyeliner. At first, Velma had enjoyed the dreams she had, because afterwards she would just get off, but now she was having them much too frequently to gain any pleasure from them anymore. The black lines appeared on her eyelids in seconds and just as fast, she grabbed her eye shadow. Every night now, she would have a new dream and each time she woke up hot and bothered. It was just recently she hadn't been able to come anymore…and it was bugging the shit out of her. She set down her eye shadow then picked up her lipstick.
Velma contemplated this as she applied the ruby red coloring. Who knew the cool and calm Velma Kelly actually had nefarious thoughts about her partner? Velma smirked at herself, the façade she had been working diligently on her whole life, now perfectly in place. The thing was, behind that aloof gaze was a fire that threatened to consume her. In a flash, she was dressed and ready for anything…well almost anything. She worried about the control she normally had, that once was effortless to her, was now slipping. She softly shut her door. Now it was time to face the source of her problems.
The blue-eyed blond named Roxie Hart.