(Hairspray) Dip
Title: Dip
Fandom: Hairspray (2007 movieverse)
Pairing: Velma/Penny
Rating: PG
Words: 713
Notes: For 10lilies, prompt "good intentions".
Summary: Penny always tries to be a good friend, although occasionally she gets a little sidetracked.
Tracy had been amazing, Tracy was always amazing, and Penny is certain that they all see it, even if they pretend they don’t. She does what she can to cheer Tracy up, and the smile she receives in return is grateful, but there’s a little less sparkle there than usual.
Penny knows that Tracy thinks the audition was a failure, but Penny just can’t accept that.
The studio seems even bigger without the Council members there, dancing in their uniformed rows, and Penny feels young and out of place and almost turns around and runs back out again.
Except the station manager, Velma Von Tussle, is standing across the room, eyes running over her clipboard with a cruel little smile on her dazzling face, and Penny thinks of Tracy and her dreams and gathers her courage.
She marches across the room, although she knows she’s walking a little too stiffly, and the look she receives from Mrs. Von Tussle is one of irritation.
“The audition is over, and at W.Y.Z.T. we value punctuality,” Mrs. Von Tussle snaps, dropping the clipboard on to the table, and the sound of it echoes around the room. Her eyes flicker up and down over Penny’s form, sneering a little at her hair.
“I, uh, I was here earlier,” Penny stutters, trying not to appear as intimidated as she feels. She thinks of Tracy’s strength and her confidence, and she tries to mimic the way Tracy always holds her head so high, but Mrs. Von Tussle just looks at her as if she’s completely bizarre, and Penny suspects that maybe she’s tilting her head a little too far back.
“I didn’t see you dance,” Mrs. Von Tussle muses, and she steps forward, and Penny tries not to shrink back. She bites her lip and stays silent as Mrs. Von Tussle circles her, icy blue eyes running over every inch of her, and she feels the lightest brush of fingers against her back, and she’s sure she makes a small and squeaky sound of surprise.
Mrs. Von Tussle glides around her, and her hair is so beautiful and so blonde and so tall, and her legs are so long and so slim, and everything about her seems to glitter under the studio lights, and Penny’s starting to forget why she’s there.
Tracy. She’s there for Tracy. She’s there because nobody gave Tracy the chance she deserved, and Penny isn’t very good at standing up for herself, but Tracy’s always been there to defend her, and for once Penny wants to return the favour.
“My friend danced,” she blurts out, and Mrs. Von Tussle’s eyes narrow in thought.
Then, quite suddenly, tapered fingers reach forward and she yelps as Mrs. Von Tussle silently lifts Penny’s skirt.
“Hmm, good legs,” she murmurs to herself, and Penny gasps and tries to push the material back down and blushes bright red. “But can you move?”
Those elegant arms are suddenly around her waist, and Penny tries to step back but she stumbles, and Mrs. Von Tussle graces her with a sardonic smile as she dips Penny back. Spine arching, feeling Mrs. Von Tussle’s warmth against her, their hips pressed together, and Penny can’t get her balance, can’t get the leverage to stand, and finds herself held suspended in mid-air.
“Pretty little thing, aren’t you?” Mrs. Von Tussle whispers, and her face is so close, and Penny feels dizzy. “Are you obedient too?”
Penny doesn’t know quite how to answer that, so she settles for awkwardly opening and closing her mouth.
She’s held like that, trapped like that, for what seems like the longest time, and there’s something in Mrs. Von Tussle’s eyes that makes her feel vulnerable, exposed, and Penny’s a little breathless when Mrs. Von Tussle finally eases her back up to standing.
“There’s potential there,” Mrs. Von Tussle says curtly, reaching back over for her clipboard. “Leave your name at the desk and we’ll get back to you.”
Her mission is a failure, but Penny’s beyond caring. She knows her face is hot, and she can still feel the way Mrs. Von Tussle’s body was pressed against her own, chest to chest, and she really should say something about Tracy, but instead she whimpers and turns and scurries from the room.
Fandom: Hairspray (2007 movieverse)
Pairing: Velma/Penny
Rating: PG
Words: 713
Notes: For 10lilies, prompt "good intentions".
Summary: Penny always tries to be a good friend, although occasionally she gets a little sidetracked.
Tracy had been amazing, Tracy was always amazing, and Penny is certain that they all see it, even if they pretend they don’t. She does what she can to cheer Tracy up, and the smile she receives in return is grateful, but there’s a little less sparkle there than usual.
Penny knows that Tracy thinks the audition was a failure, but Penny just can’t accept that.
The studio seems even bigger without the Council members there, dancing in their uniformed rows, and Penny feels young and out of place and almost turns around and runs back out again.
Except the station manager, Velma Von Tussle, is standing across the room, eyes running over her clipboard with a cruel little smile on her dazzling face, and Penny thinks of Tracy and her dreams and gathers her courage.
She marches across the room, although she knows she’s walking a little too stiffly, and the look she receives from Mrs. Von Tussle is one of irritation.
“The audition is over, and at W.Y.Z.T. we value punctuality,” Mrs. Von Tussle snaps, dropping the clipboard on to the table, and the sound of it echoes around the room. Her eyes flicker up and down over Penny’s form, sneering a little at her hair.
“I, uh, I was here earlier,” Penny stutters, trying not to appear as intimidated as she feels. She thinks of Tracy’s strength and her confidence, and she tries to mimic the way Tracy always holds her head so high, but Mrs. Von Tussle just looks at her as if she’s completely bizarre, and Penny suspects that maybe she’s tilting her head a little too far back.
“I didn’t see you dance,” Mrs. Von Tussle muses, and she steps forward, and Penny tries not to shrink back. She bites her lip and stays silent as Mrs. Von Tussle circles her, icy blue eyes running over every inch of her, and she feels the lightest brush of fingers against her back, and she’s sure she makes a small and squeaky sound of surprise.
Mrs. Von Tussle glides around her, and her hair is so beautiful and so blonde and so tall, and her legs are so long and so slim, and everything about her seems to glitter under the studio lights, and Penny’s starting to forget why she’s there.
Tracy. She’s there for Tracy. She’s there because nobody gave Tracy the chance she deserved, and Penny isn’t very good at standing up for herself, but Tracy’s always been there to defend her, and for once Penny wants to return the favour.
“My friend danced,” she blurts out, and Mrs. Von Tussle’s eyes narrow in thought.
Then, quite suddenly, tapered fingers reach forward and she yelps as Mrs. Von Tussle silently lifts Penny’s skirt.
“Hmm, good legs,” she murmurs to herself, and Penny gasps and tries to push the material back down and blushes bright red. “But can you move?”
Those elegant arms are suddenly around her waist, and Penny tries to step back but she stumbles, and Mrs. Von Tussle graces her with a sardonic smile as she dips Penny back. Spine arching, feeling Mrs. Von Tussle’s warmth against her, their hips pressed together, and Penny can’t get her balance, can’t get the leverage to stand, and finds herself held suspended in mid-air.
“Pretty little thing, aren’t you?” Mrs. Von Tussle whispers, and her face is so close, and Penny feels dizzy. “Are you obedient too?”
Penny doesn’t know quite how to answer that, so she settles for awkwardly opening and closing her mouth.
She’s held like that, trapped like that, for what seems like the longest time, and there’s something in Mrs. Von Tussle’s eyes that makes her feel vulnerable, exposed, and Penny’s a little breathless when Mrs. Von Tussle finally eases her back up to standing.
“There’s potential there,” Mrs. Von Tussle says curtly, reaching back over for her clipboard. “Leave your name at the desk and we’ll get back to you.”
Her mission is a failure, but Penny’s beyond caring. She knows her face is hot, and she can still feel the way Mrs. Von Tussle’s body was pressed against her own, chest to chest, and she really should say something about Tracy, but instead she whimpers and turns and scurries from the room.