Title: Cigarette Smoke and Unwanted Thoughts
Rating: R
Summary: Sometimes, Roxie would catch Velma dancing.
Notes: This movie. The subtext was insane. I couldn't resist the urge to fic it. Also, this is a really mild M, but I had to rate it that way so FF wouldn't take it down for being rated inappropriately.
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Sometimes, Roxie would catch Velma dancing.
She would hum a half-forgotten tune as she moved gracefully through her cell, embraced by dim yellow light and fading cigarette smoke. Roxie would watch, breath clotting in her lungs, enchanted despite herself. She would find her mind wandering somewhat against her will, painting images of dancing with Velma instead of simply watching. She would imagine tracing her curves, exploring the way her muscles worked, feeling her body move.
Then, definitely against her will, Roxie's thoughts would eventually shift once more. She would picture a different kind of dance. One with heat and wetness and the sound of Velma's moans and she trapped Roxie's head between her thighs. Roxie would catch her lip between her teeth and continue to watch, feeling incredibly dirty. She would stay until Velma seemed to catch wind of her staring and her thoughts and would begin to search for her observer.
It was then that Roxie would reluctantly slip away, fearing being caught. She had to keep up appearances. She had to hate Velma Kelly.
But her thoughts couldn't hurt anyone.
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