Chapter 12 at last! Seriously, I never thought I'd come this far with this story. I was planning to make it seven or eight chapters long, but I got entertained with it ^^
Also, the first segment of this chapter is dedicated to my darling Ladies and Canines, since she loves to read dream segments :3 I hope you enjoy this one!
In case someone is wondering, yes this chapter's title is from Florence and The Machine's Kiss With A Fist. I love Florence, and I think this song is perfect to portray Velma and Roxie's relationship ^^
I hope you enjoy it!
September 25th – 1925
Velma crossed her legs as she casually took the lid off from a bottle of booze, pouring it over two glasses on top of the boudoir. She looked up to gaze at the blonde girl standing at the entrance of her dressing room, and her crimson lips curved up in a devious smile.
"Come in, baby vamp, don't be shy" She lured the girl, who took tentative steps towards her before getting on her knees in front of Velma's legs. "Now, be a good girl and help me out of these" She raised a leg in front of Roxie's face, indicating what she was supposed to do.
Velma grimaced; slowly sipping on her drink, rejoicing on Roxie's submissive and timid posture as the girl nervously unbuckled her black shoes and removed them, slowly running her hands up across her legs with a look of pure admiration and devotion on her baby-blue eyes. The brunet took a deep breath when the girl freed her stockings from her garter belt and teasingly rolled them down, covering the now exposed skin with airy kisses. Roxie's lips felt tender and velvety against her alabaster skin, and Velma couldn't help but whimper quietly as the blonde imperceptibly settled herself between her legs, which were already spread open; eagerly waiting for the smallest of touches. Roxie's kisses kept getting higher and hotter, moving to the inner sides of her thighs. Velma rolled her head back, barely able to control herself anymore.
"God damnit!" Velma grunted after opening her eyes and realizing she wouldn't know the ending to her dream. She found herself in a similar situation as Roxie a couple of days back; tangled in sheets, covered in sweat and her most sensitive parts still tingling uncomfortably. If only she could have slept a little more, she could even get off with that dream, but she had to do the favor to wake up in the middle of it.
She turned around in her bed and looked down; Roxie was still asleep, a few strands of hair covering her eyes. Her neat wrap of blankets a little disheveled due to her tossing and turning; she must have moved a lot during the night, since now the blankets barely covered her figure, and her dress had climbed up, coming to rest around her hips, giving Velma an ample view of strong pale thighs, and even some lacy, cream-colored underwear. The brunet watched mesmerized as how Roxie's chest heaved with her breathing, and how peaceful she looked.
For a moment, Velma imagined herself getting up from her bed, only to lay down on the floor with Roxie and slowly drag her out from her sleep in the most pleasurable way possible, but she quickly shook the thought away from her mind. It was ridiculous! How could she be attracted to that girl? The girl who stole everything from her, the girl that hated her more than anything, the girl who destroyed her life, and yet made her wet with just a dream.
Velma could deny plenty of things to herself, but sexual attraction wasn't one of them; and at that moment, her attraction to Roxie was hopelessly and unbearably undeniable.
A few minutes later the sun was high in the sky, and Roxie was already up, checking her stockings, her dress and make-up in a frantic pace while Velma found herself behind a book she wasn't really reading, but it served to hide her extremely frustrated expression from Roxie, and even allowed her to steal some glances at the blonde while she was dressing, which was enjoyable enough.
"C'mon, we're gonna miss the visiting time!" Roxie squealed, taking enough liberty to grab Velma's book from her hand and pull her forcibly from the bed.
"I'm not going kid; leave me alone!" The brunet protested, letting go of Roxie's grasp and sitting on the bed again.
"Why not?" Roxie asked, not in the annoyed and hurried tone of voice she usually used when she was late for something, but softly, almost worriedly. Usually when Velma told Roxie to stay away was because she was pissed and nearly snapping at her. Now she sounded tired, sad even.
"Let's see… Because I don't have anyone to visit me!" She said, venomously; picking the book Roxie had dropped on the bed and hiding her face behind it again.
"Not even Billy?"
"He stopped visiting me when you became the top of his list, Roxie" Velma retorted bitterly, discreetly peeking from behind the book to see if Roxie was still there. She was; opening and closing her mouth in search of something to say, squeezing her hands together like she always did when she was nervous or insecure.
"What the hell you're still doing here? Get a wiggle on, kid!" Velma practically shouted, startling the blonde, who quickly turned around and left.
The brunet closed her book and tossed it away from her with a deep sigh. She should be used to the loneliness by now; although she was rarely alone, with Roxie on her tail during a huge time of the day, but it had been months since she last received a visit from her lawyer, and obviously she had no family to see her. She could spend her whole life in that prison, but she would always be affected by those visiting days. She frowned, stretching herself on the bed and laying on her side; at least she would be able to nap for some thirty minutes before Roxie came back chirping on her ears like a bird. Maybe she could even continue with that dream she was having…
"Velma, are you awake?"
The brunet gasped, fumbling with the bedsheets until she got away from the hand that was shaking her shoulder. It couldn't be possible, it must had been merely minutes since she laid down and closed her eyes, and yet, Roxie was already back on the cell, staring at her like a blue-eyed vulture.
"God damnit, kid! I am now!" Velma screeched, sitting up and hitting Roxie on the face with her pillow. It wasn't her intention to hit the girl on the face, but it served her right, anyway. "What are you doing here? Weren't you visiting that 'funny honey' of yours?"
Roxie didn't respond, instead she took a deep and dramatic breath which she released in a series of sobs and tiny whimpers; Velma frowned, taking a second look at her cell partner. The blonde didn't seem that okay; her eyes were watery, and a few tears already streaked her face, smudging her perfect make-up. She slowly bent forward, covering her face with her hands before sitting on the edge of the bed, her sobs becoming bigger and her cry louder.
"Damn, Roxie, pull yourself together!" Velma complained, realizing after some moments that it wasn't the nicest thing to be said, even if Roxie wasn't her favorite person in the world. "Come here" She motioned for the blonde to get closer, softening her tone.
Roxie stifled some cries before slowly getting closer to Velma; obviously the sadness and tears made her momentarily forget who was the person she was now using as a friendly shoulder, but she decided she didn't really care as she nuzzled her face against the curve of Velma's neck and allowed her tears to wet the fabric of the other woman's dress. She looked down and noticed the brunet had just held her hand, intertwining their fingers together; to be honest, it felt quite nice, so the blonde didn't protest.
Velma wasn't really caring about what had happened with Roxie for her to return so broken; she couldn't give a shit. All she saw at that moment was a desolated girl who needed a shoulder to cry on, and Velma would never lose the opportunity to comfort the blonde, not after the dream she had anyway.
"What happened, kid?" She asked, her free hand slowly running across Roxie's hair. She smiled when the girl didn't stifled or flinched; she was going in the right direction.
"Amos dumped me…" The girl answered, allowing new tears to form on her eyes as she sobbed.
Velma raised an eyebrow in disbelief; she knew how much Amos idolized Roxie; it seemed a bit unbelievable that he would simply dump her out of the blue like that that... But she simply hugged the blonde tighter against her, reveling at how their legs touched and how pressed Roxie's chest was against her own torso.
"Really? Why would he do that?"
"He said… He knows the baby ain't his…"
The brunet starlet tried her best to suppress a laugh of sarcasm; she didn't know Roxie's husband, but he was probably the slowest guy in Chicago for taking that long to realize the "baby" wasn't his. She looked down at Roxie, who was still crying on her shoulder; she wondered why she was crying so much… She always talked about her husband in the worst way possible, she despised the poor guy, she deserved much worse, but now she cried her heart out and hugged Velma like her life depended on it. The brunet couldn't understand.
"You didn't even care about him, Roxie… What's the big deal if he dumps you?"
The blonde raised her head to look at Velma; a pair of bloodshot blue eyes stared at her in an utter offended way. Suddenly her expression turned from sad to insulted and mad. She untangled herself from Velma's hug and made sure to set a distance between them; she even looked disgusted at the brunet's words.
"He was my husband, I love him!" Roxie exclaimed, angrily wiping her tears away.
"Yeah, tell me another joke, kid" Velma sneered, getting up from the bed, already giving up on her plan to get closer to her cell partner. "If you loved him so much you wouldn't treat him like shit! I've seen you on visiting time; looking at your husband like he was a stray dog full of fleas!"
"Shut up, Velma! He loved me! I might not have been the best wife, but I cared about him!"
"You were probably the worst wife, Roxie! I know you; you only care about yourself, you run over anyone who comes in your way, and you couldn't give a damn about it!"
The two women had absolutely no idea of how they ended up yelling at each other, on their feet, ready to smack each other's face if necessary. Velma was almost on the edge of snapping; she didn't know why she cared about Roxie's husband so much, the way that blonde treated him made her angry to a point she would never be able to understand. All she knew was that the woman in front of her was awakening some feelings she wouldn't be able to control even if she wanted.
"And who do you think you are to be able to talk about my life? You killed not only your husband but your sister! At least I didn't kill Amos…"
"If you say anything else about Charlie or Veronica…"
"If you demonstrate your love by killing people, I don't even wanna know how you demonstrate your hate!"
"SHUT UP, ROXIE!"
"Why don't you come here and shut me, then?!"
Velma takes two steps. Roxie lifts both her arms and covers her face, the sudden burst of courage leaving her as quickly as it came. Velma brutally grabs both of her thin wrists and pushes them down, shortly after she grabs Roxie's dress collar. A moment of indecision follows, in which the brunet decides if she should fight Roxie or kiss her square on the lips. She wants to do both alternatives, and at the moment, she doesn't know which one would be more catastrophic.
She notices the blonde's eyes; her pupils dilated with fear, her mouth agape, like an invitation. Her dainty hands desperately holding Velma's arms, in the hopes she would release her, her heart pounding so hard against her chest she was completely sure the brunet could feel it.
Screw it. Velma thinks before leaning forward and capture Roxie's lips with her owns in the most aggressive kiss she had ever give.
I can only imagine how a pissed off, full of raging hormones Velma must be like xD I don't know, but a tornado is the first thing that comes in my mind when I think about her.
I just came to the conclusion that yes, Velma must have been a good wife after all. In her cocky and arrogant way, but she cared about Charlie and Veronica enough to shoot them. I don't think she'd put up with Roxie's hypocrisy if she came in crying after Amos dumped her. (I also always wanted to know what would be Roxie's reaction when she found out Amos was going to divorce her. I wish they could have showed this in the movie. Although I don't think she'd give two shits about it xD)
Aaaand finally they kiss! What the kiss will bring up next? Stay tuned for the next chapter! (Which is already done, I just need to revise it hahaha)
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Thank you so much for reading!
