femslashficlets | [357] Putting on Airs (Chicago)

Title: Putting on Airs
Fandom: Chicago
Pairing: Roxie Hart/Velma Kelly
Rating: teen
Prompt: 357 Mystery
Word Count: 275 words
Summary: Post-canon drunken moment on a riverboat, featuring Kitty Baxter as foil.
Note: Crossposted on femslash100100.

"You two aren't fooling anybody, you know that, right?" said Kitty Baxter, resting her chin on her hand, her long silver cigarette holder drooping. "Everyone here can tell you have no class."

"Aww, Kitty, why the claws? Aren't we all on the same boat?" Velma smiled and leaned into Roxie's shoulder, snuggling closer; Roxie giggle ended in a snort. They were, in fact, all on the same boat--a riverboat on the Mississippi, old-fashioned, nostalgic, sinful, and full of booze--and the latest fad for bored New Yorkers. The sky above was a black maw, the stars dimmed by the glare of the deck lights. Music played incessantly in the gambling hall below.

"You mean just because we all killed our husbands and got away with it?"

"If we killed them, how could we have got away?"

"On a boat," said Roxie. The night was getting old, and her jokes were getting weaker. Velma had a better constitution. She'd be tucking her girl into bed tonight and fixing up her tonic in the morning, and she'd be lucky if Roxie refrained from kissing her on the mouth before she'd brushed her teeth three times. Right now, though, she was pliant and relaxed at her side, her dress hitched up almost up to the waterline. Sexy. Velma ran her hand down Roxie's side, provoking a happy sigh.

"What's the matter? I know you've seen two girls share a bed before, Miss Baxter. It was on the news."

Kitty's eyes narrowed, glinting with danger. Fuck her and fuck class. Velma kissed Roxie, intoxicated by the fumes on her tongue.

God, it felt good to be bad.

[357] Putting on Airs (Chicago)

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