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CAUTION: EXTREMELY EXPLICIT MATERIAL AHEAD. ;D
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By now Roxie could hardly contain herself. Every sense of her being was dedicated to Velma. Physically and spiritually all Roxie craved now was her. She saw more of herself in Velma than ever before, as well as everything she could, or would ever want to be. Suddenly Roxie lifted Velma's face into her arms, her sparkling eyes wide with astonishment.
"I would do anything for you, Velma." She confessed, hardly even in control of the transference of words from her thoughts to her mouth.
Roxie's professings of truth sent a whirlwind of emotions through Velma's mind, and she could feel her heart swell even bigger. She had sworn she would never fall in love again, but once more, a promise of Velma's could never have been taken all too seriously.
She couldn't help what she was feeling. She didn't want to love Roxie. She didn't want to have to put all her trust and reason into this woman. After all, this was the person who in almost one blow, had stolen almost everything of hers that had ever meant anything to her.
Now, as they had grown from adversaries, to dance partners, to friends, and finally, to lovers, again Roxie had stolen something from her. The very something that was the long frozen-over core and essence of her being...her heart.
Velma mentally surrendered. She was in love and there was nothing she could do about it. Still, she vowed to never be wronged by anyone evermore in life.
"Oh Roxie, do you mean that?" Velma asked as she kissed the little blonde's neck over and over. "Yes!" shrieked Roxie through her passion, eyes screwed shut.
"Do you trust me?" continued Velma, as she trailed kisses down her neck and over between her breasts. "More than anything!" Roxie cried out.
At once Velma dismounted Roxie and stood herself up off the floor. She reached down to Roxie and pulled her up into her arms. "I think we've danced enough tonight, let's go to bed." Velma stated enticingly through a devilish grin.
Velma took Roxie's hand and led her to the bed as though she were a lioness making comfortable in her own domain. Without a word she hurdled onto the bed and spread herself playfully over the sheets. "Care to join me?" asked Velma impishly. Roxie beamed. "I think I should be asking YOU that question, in MY bed." She laughed. "But if I may, I'd like to take you up on that offer."
Before Velma could pull her little star into her arms, Roxie had already taken a flying leap and had landed atop her new love interest. "Ooh!" groaned Velma flinching a little. "I'm so sorry Vel!" exclaimed Roxie.
"No problem, kid. Are you forgetting? I like it rough!" remarked Velma laughing, once again placing herself on top of Roxie. Suddenly she looked down.
"I can't believe it! Even the goddamn bed sheets are pink!!!" Through uncontrolled hysterics Roxie reached up to her goddess and hugged her tight to her breast.
"You know, I think I know now why my mama was afraid to let me go to sleepovers when I was younger." Roxie chuckled. "Yeah, she was afraid you might catch something...Something like ME!" cried Velma as she held Roxie down and tickled her until she screamed.
"It's true. After a while, you are kind of like a disease." She Teased. "Ah, now there's the little Roxie Hart I've come to know and hate." Velma joked back. Roxie giggled. "You have such a sweet laugh." Said Velma a second later.
"But I'm sure that that's not the only part of you that's sweet." She cooed in her ear.
Roxie's insides turned to mush. "Velma, I...I don't know...I've never." Velma put a finger over her friend's lips. "It's OK, Roxie. Just trust me." She reassured her.
Still on top of her, Velma lowered her lips to meet Roxie's, tangled arms and legs flailing in every direction. Their tongues moved in flawless rhythm with one another, just as the two would hit their every dance step in perfect unison. Neither girl any longer struck with the affliction of clothes, Velma broke the kiss and directed her aim into the bosom of her fellow hoofer.
Skin against skin, fire against raging fire, Roxie was too ecstatic for words. She ran her hands up and down Velma's thighs and backside, feeling all the muscle that had been built up over the years by relentless performing. Never had she touched someone so firm, yet so soft in all the right places. She wrapped her legs around Velma's waist never wanting to let go.
Velma, encouraged by this, pursued her way down her body, little squeaks and moans every once and a while escaping Roxie's throat. Unable to see straight anymore, she shuddered as Velma's lips traveled lower and lower and lower...greedy, probing, wanting. Velma's touch forced upon her a passion like she had never experienced before, until she could no longer take it...and she fell to her.
-More very, very, very soon.-