#there was a scrapped line where frau says 'call me madam' but i couldnt get it to work right

[fat-fem-and-asian]

uh oh! wrote more

“i’ve never done this before,” bobbie rasps, air rushing out of her lungs faster than she can fill it. there’s no time for breathing, not when frau’s lips hover just above her own, eyes narrowed with saccharine pride.

“i have,” frau leans closer, and bobbie’s breath stops altogether. “are you scared?” 

i’ve never been scared of anything, bobbie wants to say, but something in those eyes, the way they seem to swallow any and all light, stops her. keeps her fingers from slyly crossing behind her back and instead pushes a rare confession to her lips.

“a little.” 

frau’s eyes widen for just a moment, thin brows arcing, and suddenly, bobbie wants to give her the world. she settles for wrapping her legs around frau's waist and drawing her further into the club booth. frau's breath hitches as bobbie lowers to her neck, sharply dragging her teeth across frau's skin.

“people don’t become lawyers to feel safe,” bobbie says, her nails scratching against frau's back, pulling her in for a kiss. vodka and orange melt onto bobbie's tongue, losing their bite, yielding to the surrounding haze of cigar smoke and velvet.

softly, so quiet that bobbie thinks she may have imagined it, frau murmurs, "they don't become club owners either."

all im saying is that madam frau and bobbie go over the finances of the club together to transition everything into frau's name. they spend a few late nights laughing over how much tax evasion that kratt committed and just how terrible it all was. frau makes two of her infamous screwdrivers, and bobbie breaks down legal jargon when she doesn't need to.

maybe frau's eyes flick over bobbie's legs a few too many times. bobbie laughs, finger swirling her glass, "do you ever feel bad about the things you've done?" she looks away, pretending she's just curious.

still, frau sees her look over to the stage, how bobbie falters for a moment, her body struggling to stay elegantly stretched over a chair.

"yes," she remembers cleaning up the glass and blood from the stage. her stage.

maybe, just maybe, frau lets her eyes draw up to bobbie's face and leans in, "but there's always a twist."