Let's face it; I'm nuts for this couple. So I write about them. One-shot of Velma's feelings for Roxie toward the end of Chicago. And of course, it is slash.

A Flash of Leg and the Taste of Temptation

"You know, you're really pretty good," I comment from the back, taking the final drag from my cigarette, as she finishes auditioning. She ain't half bad, but goddamn it, she stole my garter and you just don't forgive people easily for some things like that. Actually, she is good, I'm not feeding lines, but anything would do by now.

I admit it, I'm hard up for an act and scraping at the barrel here. She's being blown off by club managers left and right; I don't have a partner. It's damn fate intervening. But she can't recognize it for what it is.

I ask her to join me and she's calling me a 'queen bee', but if it weren't for me, she wouldn't even be here. She'd be six feet under if Billy hadn't got her off - what's the vendetta against me about? She stole my act, my trial, my lawyer. Everything, while I stuck in the shadows like some castoff of society.

The girl's more stubborn than me. I can see she needs a little persuasion. I grab her arm as she's walking away, her coat swishing defiantly behind her. The music she's holding falls to the floor and I help her pick it up. I'm making a genuine effort to be nice but she isn't seeing it. A flash of my leg strays her eyes away, where I'm wearing those damn stockings with the holes. I cover it up slowly and meet her eyes with mine.

She wanted my advice when she was a nobody. Well, she's back to that position, so here it is. I'm all she's got, and deep down underneath that bitchy exterior, she knows it. And that kills her. Accept my offer or starve.

"Maybe we could ask for a thou" she comments, but she's toying with me. "It'll never work," she adds. Little bitch playing with my emotions.

"Why not?" I ask. She's my last chance for the spotlight again.

"I hate you" she replies. I smirk. Well, if that's the problem, then we're fine.

"There's only one business in the world where that's no problem at all," I retort, as she's walking away. But Roxie stops and turns slowly. She's staring at me so intensely I can feel the hate radiate. I've had it with her. God knows we've felt this tension for so long, I'm so fucking irritated..

I never really hated the twit, she just had an annoying personality. But she appears to grow on you.

She remains against the doorway but I steer her away towards the stage. Knocking the music from her hands once more, I slam her against the piano. The keys play a clattering of notes and then end suddenly with a sharp. And surprisingy, She doesn't push me away but bites my lip, grasping it between her ivory teeth. Yeah. She grows on you.

All this time she was feeling the same way and it's apparent now. Her hands are finding my thighs, my breasts, while my tongue massages hers with a quickening pace. They're moving with a speed I can't fathom, but they're gentle. Rhythmic even. I'm gasping for in breath as she kneads me till my knees are buckling. We're laying on the floor, sprawled out, the sheets of music fluttering around us.

I'm performing the dance routines I've commited to perfect memory, straddling her and she's underneath me sighing with ecstacy.

"Who else can say their career began with a bang?" she purrs in my ear, as I slip my hand underneath her dress and listen to the thunderings underneath our chests.