Velma Kelly had never felt warm.
Not even her late husband could make her feel warm.
No one could, really.
The only thing that made her feel warm was dancing.
Until, a certain blonde entered her life.
Yep. Roxie fuckin' Hart was the only living, breathing, human being to ever make her feel warm. She made Velma feel as if she was being set on fire, in a good way. Roxie made Velma feel as if a warm embrace was enveloping her, every time the blonde looked at her.
Truth be told, Velma knew the girl was going to be trouble in more ways than one when she walked into her life.
She just never expected to end up here.
In Roxie's bed.
With her arm wrapped around Roxie's waist.
Roxie's bare waist.
While their cat is cuddled up to Velma's back.
Velma never expected to fall in love as much as she did, but she's here.
Drowning in Roxie's blue hues.
And she definitely didn't expect to hear Roxie grunt when she tries to wiggle out of her grasp in the mornings. Because Velma Kelly doesn't let people hold her.
Until Roxie came along, and then she turned into some needy baby.
But, Velma's okay with it. Somehow.
More than okay with it.
i recently watched Chicago, and fell in love with these two as a pairing.
i'm trying out this writing style, because i've always adored it but i've never had the guts to actually try and see if it works for me.
i hope someone enjoys this.