I know most people don't write femslash but it's worth asking...

[canadiankracka.livejournal.com]

Christina shows a reluctant Britney the joys of being with another woman.

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[afterthedream.livejournal.com]

I wrote this in a matter of hours, completely out of nowhere. It ends kind of abruptly because at it kind of exceeds the ficlet length. I might write more though, because it's begging to be longer. I hope this suits your wishes. It was fun. :)

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Britney's skin feels like it doesn't fit right. The heat is making her head pound and the blood rush to her cheeks. The air is heavy, filled with the smell of sweat and sex and anticipation. She feels that anticipation in her stomach, making her feel as though she’s on the edge of some terrifying precipice and it’s all she can do to not plunge over into the darkness.

"Come on," Christina hisses. Britney feels the frustration, breathed out over her overheated skin.

"I don't – Christina, I." She's wordless, at a loss to say what she means – though she’s not even sure she knows. She's supposed to say no, stop, this isn’t right. Anything so that Christina will step back out of her space, so that Britney's senses aren't under attack from the way Christina smells, or the way she feels with her hot skin pressed up against Britney's.

Christina's fingers are wrapped around Britney's wrist, her thumb rubbing the sensitive inside skin. Her eyes are dark, the blue hidden behind the heat. When she leans forward, Britney smells some kind of shampoo, sweat, and something that seems unique to Christina. Something like cinnamon and cloves mixed together.

Christina steps back and Britney wants to exhale, breathe deeply for the first time in hours, but Christina doesn't let go of Britney's wrist. She pulls Britney through the throng of people, skirting around the dance floor, past the crowded bar to the back where the hot strobe lights and throbbing techno disappear and give to dark, red light and a slow, sultry sort of music that seems to be echoing deep in Britney's blood, underneath where she feels everything.

Christina doesn't hesitate, doesn't pause to give Britney time to think through everything that's happening around her. She spins Britney around, pressing her against the wall, pinning her arm behind her. Christina steps forward, trapping Britney against the wall. She's littler than Britney, tinier, but Britney feels the energy and the power radiating off of Christina and she realizes that the size makes no difference.

"I don't think this is a good idea," Britney says. She pushes the words past her dry lips, suddenly feeling thirsty. She licks her lower lip, at the corner of her mouth, trying to hold onto the control she doesn’t think she’s ever had. Not where Christina is concerned.

"That's the best part," Christina says quietly. There's a dangerous sort of glint in her eyes, the same glint Britney remembers seeing in certain photos of Christina, when Britney would look at them and struggle to keep her mind from wandering to what it might be like if Christina looked at her with that same dark energy.

[canadiankracka.livejournal.com]

This is fabulous. I hope you do decide to continue because I would love to read more.

[afterthedream.livejournal.com]

oh sorry, i wasn't finished posting the rest. heh. It wouldn't all fit. *sheepish grin*

But thank you, very much. :)

[canadiankracka.livejournal.com]

Umm...what I said? Quadruple it.

[afterthedream.livejournal.com]

Sorry for the confusion. I should have prefaced the first part with the fact that it was being posted in two parts. Thank you for the kind words, I really appreciate them. :) It's frightening writing femmeslash for the first time. But this wasn't so bad. ;)

[canadiankracka.livejournal.com]

That was your first time? You definitely could have fooled me!

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[afterthedream.livejournal.com]

Now that she's suddenly the focus of all this sexual heat that Christina seems to be made up of, she doesn't quite think that she wants this much intensity directed towards her.

But then Christina shifts, her thigh pushing up in between Britney's legs, pressing Britney closer to the wall, holding her there with one firm, muscular leg. And Britney's eyes flutter closed and she catches her lower lip between her teeth to keep from whimpering out loud.

Britney's always been the kind of girl to follow the lead of her emotions, and leave her head behind. She's paid for that before. And it's difficult now, the war between her head – telling her that this is bad and she likes boys, dammit, -- and the frantic beating in her chest telling her that if only for this one moment, she wants to feel what it's like, to be with Christina in this way. And there are consequences, she knows, for letting her guard down, but Christina is soft in all the right places and the way she's looking at Britney makes Britney want to frame this moment so she can relive it over.

Christina's fingers are cool against Britney's stomach, pulling Britney out of the hows and whys and what ifs and bringing her back to right now.

"Stay with me," Christina says quietly, and leans forward, reaching up. Her mouth closes over Britney's and Britney lets out a stunned breath.

Christina's mouth is as hot as the rest of her and she tastes like lime and salt from the shooter Britney bought her earlier. Her lips are soft against Britney's, so much softer than anyone Britney's ever kissed before. There's no scrape of stubble against her skin, and the strength in Christina is different from being with a man.

Britney feels as though she's slipping and she holds onto Christina's shoulders as though it's the only thing keeping her from drowning.

Britney's not wearing very much, a short skirt and half a shirt, but she suddenly feels as though she's wearing too much and needs for the clothes to fall away until she can feel all of Christina pressed up against her.

Christina knows what she’s doing. And Britney's no virgin, but she's never been with another woman and it's maybe a little unnerving to be completely clueless in this way. She feels Christina's sureness, feels it in the movement of her fingers and the intensity behind her kiss and with a certainty Britney hasn't felt all night, she knows that this is right. Right for right now, at least.

Christina’s hand moves up, slipping under Britney's shirt and all the air rushes out of Britney when Christina's hand closes over her breast. She’s not wearing a bra and she’s never been so thankful in all her life to be a woman, because Christina's hand feels like the best kind of wrong.

Christina's tongue slips between Britney's lips, sure and quick and Britney sinks into the kiss with all the desperation and loneliness of the past couple of months. She's in danger here, of following Christina blindly over the edge and never looking back, all because of a little groping in the back of a night club for the rich and richer.

Britney's acutely aware of the pressure between her legs. She resists the urge to twist her hips and grind down against that thigh even though she wants it desperately. It's different, this way, because their bodies don't match up the way she's used to. But this way's pretty good too, especially with the way Christina's tongue tastes and the way her hand feels against her breast, rubbing her nipple with her thumb and causing tiny little sparks all over her body.

Christina breaks the kiss, her breath heavy and hot against Britney's cheek. She withdraws her hand and settles it at Britney's waist. "Come back with me," she says, her voice hoarse and somewhat breathless.

Britney lets her head fall back against the wall. She's tempted to run through all the reasons and debate the merits of going back to Christina's hotel room. She knows what's going to happen there and she knows what she wants to happen there, but there's that little prick of doubt.

She shuts her eyes briefly, takes a breath, and when her eyes open she says, "okay."