Shimmy Shake
Jaelawyn Noble [ Jaelawyn@attbi.com ]
Disclaimer: Love 'em, dun own 'em.
Warnings: femslash
Fandom: Chicago the movie
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Velma/Roxie
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Summary: Roxie wants.
Feedback: 'm a whore for it.
Notation: Uhm… first femslash. Go easy on me? This is for the
Contre La Montre, show-not-tell jealousy challenge. 60 mins or less.
Written while waiting to be able to write "Round Two." Uhm, written in
9 mins and 11 seconds. And I really have no idea where this came from
except the soundtrack! It's all the soundtrack's fault!
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Roxie Hart watched as Velma Kelly slowly appeared on stage by the lift in the floor of the stage. She had never seen someone so beautiful. Dark eyes, a to-die-for body, and oh how Roxie wished she was up on that stage. To be one of those special groupies touching that beautiful woman.
She crept closer, watching from the shadows, wanting. She always watched Velma Kelly. Always. How could she not? Velma was absolutely everything Roxie wanted; what she wanted to be, what she wanted to have. She would even kill for Velma, for the chance to have Velma's hands on her.
"She's gonna shimmy 'til her garters break!" Velma sang, her eyes bright, chest heaving from singing and dancing. And she still went on. Oh, what would it like to be with her? Roxie wondered. Would it be like it was with Amos? Or would it be something more, something better?
Oh, how she wanted to be that woman pressed up against Velma, to be anything that touched that skin. She was about to take a step closer when Fred wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Let's go, doll," he said gruffly, squeezing her ass.
Roxie nodded, but she glance back, just in time to see an officer slap handcuffs onto a contemptuous Velma. Roxie smiled to herself. So Velma was going to the Crook County Jail, eh? Well, then that's where she was going to go, too.