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[216 Reveal] Something Always Brings Me Back (Chicago 2002)
Title: Something Always Brings Me Back
Fandom: Chicago (2002)
Characters/Pairings: Roxie Hart/Velma Kelly
Rating: PG-13
Words: 200
Notes: Another tiff, another near break-up.
“Don’t you get it?” Velma snapped. “You only get so many scandals. None of us stay in the papers forever.” She threw her hands up. “For fuck’s sake, Roxie. Accept it. Europe is our chance. Maybe our last. We’re done in this town. ”
“Maybe you are,” Roxie snarled. “I’m just getting started!”
The door slammed hard enough to splinter the frame around the hinges. They couldn’t afford that kind of damage anymore. Even through Velma’s anger, poverty’s icy finger poked fear into her belly. Maybe they’d get lucky and the management wouldn’t notice, blame it on the next guests when they did. She crossed the room, her dressing gown swishing around her naked thighs, and inspected the damage.
The door nearly knocked her on the face as it pushed open. “And one more thing--”
Velma pulled Roxie in by her hair and slammed the door shut again. The crack grew wider. “You qbsolute cat. Don’t even fucking think about leaving me.”
Roxie grabbed her hair in return and gave an answering tug, and Velma knew she was forgiven, even as they sank their claws into one another. Roxie’s mouth tasted like all the things in life worth regretting.
Fandom: Chicago (2002)
Characters/Pairings: Roxie Hart/Velma Kelly
Rating: PG-13
Words: 200
Notes: Another tiff, another near break-up.
“Don’t you get it?” Velma snapped. “You only get so many scandals. None of us stay in the papers forever.” She threw her hands up. “For fuck’s sake, Roxie. Accept it. Europe is our chance. Maybe our last. We’re done in this town. ”
“Maybe you are,” Roxie snarled. “I’m just getting started!”
The door slammed hard enough to splinter the frame around the hinges. They couldn’t afford that kind of damage anymore. Even through Velma’s anger, poverty’s icy finger poked fear into her belly. Maybe they’d get lucky and the management wouldn’t notice, blame it on the next guests when they did. She crossed the room, her dressing gown swishing around her naked thighs, and inspected the damage.
The door nearly knocked her on the face as it pushed open. “And one more thing--”
Velma pulled Roxie in by her hair and slammed the door shut again. The crack grew wider. “You qbsolute cat. Don’t even fucking think about leaving me.”
Roxie grabbed her hair in return and gave an answering tug, and Velma knew she was forgiven, even as they sank their claws into one another. Roxie’s mouth tasted like all the things in life worth regretting.