Oh man. I did it again.
Title: Proper Use of a Kitchen Table
Fandom: Hairspray
Pairing: Velma Von Tussle/Edna Turnblad
Prompt: o2. Frozen Sparks
Word Count: 305
Genre: Ship!fic again (because 'romance' is just no)
Rating: PG
Summary: Velma doesn't think that Edna should mind about the scuff marks as long as there's something hot and heavy covering them.
Warnings: Femmeslash with a violence, possible squick in this and later fics.
Author's Notes: N/A
Edna is always the submissive, uneasy one in this relation-thingy, because it's not a relationship, oh no. After that first time, Velma has never let Edna take off her clothes, unless it's underwear, and never kisses her directly on the mouth. She realizes, after a while, that Velma is disgusted by her, which hurts like a jab to the ribs.
Today, Velma is wearing this amazing blue skirt that hugs her hips beautifully, falling softly in a rustle against her shapely legs. Her hair is very curly today, and she has a mild fascination with Edna's necklace, which she twirls around her fingers over and over again. Having Velma's freezing hands so close to her neck- Edna still doesn't put 'accidental strangulation' past her- is very uncomfortable. Instead of making her heart pound, it seems to slow down, as though the chill of the other woman's smooth skin makes one's blood sluggish and idle.
“Get your feet off my table, Velma,” says Edna finally, annoyed, and she pushes Velma's feet off of the kitchen table, nearly shoving her off her chair in the process. “God! This ain't your fancy mansion. I don't have time to clean your scuff marks off before Wilbur gets home.”
Velma exaggerates her lower-class way of speaking by drawling in a slow, cruel voice, “Why, this ain't my fancy mansion? I reckon I didn't notice before now.” Edna turns a vivid shade of red beneath Velma's frigid yet fiery eyes, suddenly aware of the thin fingers rolling down her stockings. “Well,” Edna says-
“Get on the table. On your back,” Velma says coldly. “That is, if the table can hold you.” She pinches the inside of Edna's thigh, as if to say, get moving, and Edna knows that no matter how angry she gets, Velma will always demand more.
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So. Another really late comment. Because I only just got around to watching the Hairspray movie, and I thought I was nuts because I totally thought there was something between John Travolta in a fatsuit as Velma and Michelle Pfeiffer as Velma -- and now I feel vindicated that someone else thinks this makes sense! *crows*
Unless, of course, this is Velma and Edna from the musical, who have a slightly different dynamic, and then, hm. Not sure what to say about that.