Drabbletag - Boots
Title: Clomped
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Boots
Fandom: Scooby-Doo
Pairing: Velma/Daphne
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
The abandoned hotel creaks ominously around them as they creep through the corridors. Velma strains her ears, practically holding her breath as she listens for signs of the Bellhop Ghost.
Unfortunately, all she can hear is the familiar clomp-clomp-clomp following her towards the lobby.
“That really isn’t the most appropriate choice of footwear, Daphne,” Velma mutters, and the clomp-clomp-clomp sound stops abruptly.
“What do you mean?” Daphne asks, and when Velma turns around Daphne’s arms are crossed, a frown on her face. “These boots are totally cute!”
She cocks her hip, sticks her leg out to showcase the shiny purple PVC material.
“Go-go boots aren’t particularly suitable for solving mysteries,” Velma begins, a whole lecture ready about attire most apposite to their job, but Daphne shakes her head, holds up a perfectly manicured hand to stop her.
“I’ve worked cases wearing these boots before,” she insists. “Looking good keeps me sharp. Besides, there are other aspects of my outfit that are far more inappropriate.”
Velma blinks behind her glasses. “What do you mean?” she asks, already dreading the answer.
“Like the fact that I’m not wearing any underwear,” Daphne grins.
Velma splutters, eyes dropping to Daphne’s skirt, to the hem that barely reaches down to mid-thigh.
“Crack this case and I’ll show you,” Daphne winks, and then she’s sashaying down the corridor, the clomp-clomp-clomp of her boots echoing off the cobwebbed ceiling.
It turns out a turtleneck sweater isn’t all that appropriate either, because Velma’s suddenly sweating beneath her clothes.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Boots
Fandom: Scooby-Doo
Pairing: Velma/Daphne
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
The abandoned hotel creaks ominously around them as they creep through the corridors. Velma strains her ears, practically holding her breath as she listens for signs of the Bellhop Ghost.
Unfortunately, all she can hear is the familiar clomp-clomp-clomp following her towards the lobby.
“That really isn’t the most appropriate choice of footwear, Daphne,” Velma mutters, and the clomp-clomp-clomp sound stops abruptly.
“What do you mean?” Daphne asks, and when Velma turns around Daphne’s arms are crossed, a frown on her face. “These boots are totally cute!”
She cocks her hip, sticks her leg out to showcase the shiny purple PVC material.
“Go-go boots aren’t particularly suitable for solving mysteries,” Velma begins, a whole lecture ready about attire most apposite to their job, but Daphne shakes her head, holds up a perfectly manicured hand to stop her.
“I’ve worked cases wearing these boots before,” she insists. “Looking good keeps me sharp. Besides, there are other aspects of my outfit that are far more inappropriate.”
Velma blinks behind her glasses. “What do you mean?” she asks, already dreading the answer.
“Like the fact that I’m not wearing any underwear,” Daphne grins.
Velma splutters, eyes dropping to Daphne’s skirt, to the hem that barely reaches down to mid-thigh.
“Crack this case and I’ll show you,” Daphne winks, and then she’s sashaying down the corridor, the clomp-clomp-clomp of her boots echoing off the cobwebbed ceiling.
It turns out a turtleneck sweater isn’t all that appropriate either, because Velma’s suddenly sweating beneath her clothes.