Dirty Girls
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Britney Spears
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
23,838
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know Britney Spears. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Dirty Girls
Title: Dirty Girls
Author: Analyssa
Pairing: Britney/Christina
Notes: First ever pop star femslash! Enjoy! :)
More notes: This is a baby ficlet, I may write more and more detailed if you ask nicely ;)
Disclaimer: Britney and Christina aren't lesbians and I don't own them and have no idea what they're like.
Lyrics: Kylie Minouge - Come Into My World
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The throbbing beat that flowed through the cramped warehouse causing the sweat covered people to grind and move to the music.
No one noticed the blonde in the corner, sitting alone at a table, deep in though. She ran her finger around the rim of her margarita glass letting the salt attach to her finger, she absently brought it to her mouth and licked, this place was never fun anymore, not since they had their last and apparently, final fight.
Every guy or girl who hit on her was dismissed with a wave of the hand, she didn't pay attention to anything any, he, her fingers usually traced the pattern on the table she always sat at or her fingers played with glasses of various alcoholic drinks that were brought to her, one after another.
In the distance she heard the DJ interrupt a song, laughing and pumping up the crowd as the new song started it stopped her in the middle of her thoughts.
Our song. She thought sadly. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, she opened her eyes only to see ... her.
Come, come, come into my world
Won't you lift me up, up, high upon your love
She gasped and immediately jumped up from her chair.
"Christina, what are doing here?" She asked, her breath slightly shaky.
"Wanna dance?" She asked, quietly, focused on Britney.
"Are you sure?" She walked out from behind the table and around to Christina.
"I asked, didn't I?" Britney nodded and smiled. Christina moved forward and grabbed her hand. "Come on, let's go."
Christina smiled as her and turned, she pushed through the crowd, still holding Britney's hand, pulling her through the mass of sweaty, dancing girls and boys.
They found a spot that wasn't too crowded and Christina turned, she grabbed Britney's other hand and laced her fingers with Britney's and pulled the confused blonde closer.
"Why are you here, Chrissy?" She spoke softly as Christina moved even closer.
"Why do you even care? I miss you. Just dance with me." Christina pulled Britney's body flush against her. Britney let out a sharp gasp and just the tiniest hint of a moan. Christina chuckled. "I can still do you good, Bri."
Christina moved in slowly, she lifted their joined hands and let them go as she gently placed a kissed on Britney's lips. Her small hands ran over Britney's arms, leaving a trail of goose bumps.
"I always do this to you. Doesn't it feel so good" She let her hand run down the bottom of Britney's skirt and lifted it slightly.
"No." She spoke, firmly and smacked Christina's hands away. "Not here, not now."
"I thought you liked this." Christina hissed. "You always were a showoff. These little skirts. You don't see what they do to men and these sluts? Huh? You are mine. You've been mine since we were 12 and prancing about on Mickey Mouse stages. You understand that. I understand that. Don't go getting all high class on me now."
Christina didn't expect it but it sure as hell hurt. Britney let out a nearly primal growl, balled up her fist and connected with Christina's jaw.
"I have never been yours." Britney spat out through gritted teeth. "I don't wanna be some whore's girl." She quickly turned and pushed her way through the people, not caring if she hurt anyone, in her world she was the only one who was hurt. Christina clutched her chin and laughed, she always liked Britney this way, full of piss and vinegar, always made their encounters.... interesting.
She followed her, stalking her slowly, she watched and laughed as Britney pushed a tiny girl out of her way, sending her toppling to the floor. Her full ass swayed back and forth as she moved, the chase always made it taste sweeter in the end. She watched as Britney slipped out the door. Christina ran faster, following heroughough the same door, she let the cool fall air hit her face, making certain body part stand out than others.
She watched as Britney looked around for anyone passing by, there no one. She headed towards an alleyway and disappeared. Christina quickly followed her and stopped at the mouth of the alley.
"What the hell are you doing?" Christina asked.
"Trying to get away from you." Britney turned and glared at Christina.
"Oh, baby, you don't want that. You never do." Christina's heels smacked soundly against the asphalt as she walked, her breasts jiggled underneath her tiny tank, she roughly pushed Britney against the brick wall. Their bodies were obscured by a dumpster that sat a few feet away. Christina moved her hands slowly up and down Britney's side, letting her fingertips trace the curves of the buxom blonde.
"Now, I do." She whispered, breathlessly. She tensed up as Christina moved in for a kbut but let it happen anyway, Christina roughly pushed open her mouth with her tongue, nipping and biting at Britney's lips, leaving them bruised and swollen. Her fingers slipped under Britney's skirt, she let her fingers brush her thighs slowly, with every brush she would move them up higher until they reached a tiny little thong. Christina moved it aside and slowly pushed a her finger inside.
"Oh." Britney gasped, her legs bent a bit and her head slammed back onto the brick. "Why do you make me feel this way, Chrissy?" She groaned as Christina slipped another finger inside, pushing them in and out slowly.
"Because you're my bitch, baby. Always." She let her thumb brush against Britney's clit and her knees nearly buckled. She cried out, her chest heaving, her legs beginning to spread slightly. "You always liked it dirty, outside, in limos before big parties, in the room next to your sist-"
"Shut up." Britney labored out. "Kiss me."
And she did.
Author: Analyssa
Pairing: Britney/Christina
Notes: First ever pop star femslash! Enjoy! :)
More notes: This is a baby ficlet, I may write more and more detailed if you ask nicely ;)
Disclaimer: Britney and Christina aren't lesbians and I don't own them and have no idea what they're like.
Lyrics: Kylie Minouge - Come Into My World
The throbbing beat that flowed through the cramped warehouse causing the sweat covered people to grind and move to the music.
No one noticed the blonde in the corner, sitting alone at a table, deep in though. She ran her finger around the rim of her margarita glass letting the salt attach to her finger, she absently brought it to her mouth and licked, this place was never fun anymore, not since they had their last and apparently, final fight.
Every guy or girl who hit on her was dismissed with a wave of the hand, she didn't pay attention to anything any, he, her fingers usually traced the pattern on the table she always sat at or her fingers played with glasses of various alcoholic drinks that were brought to her, one after another.
In the distance she heard the DJ interrupt a song, laughing and pumping up the crowd as the new song started it stopped her in the middle of her thoughts.
Our song. She thought sadly. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, she opened her eyes only to see ... her.
Come, come, come into my world
Won't you lift me up, up, high upon your love
She gasped and immediately jumped up from her chair.
"Christina, what are doing here?" She asked, her breath slightly shaky.
"Wanna dance?" She asked, quietly, focused on Britney.
"Are you sure?" She walked out from behind the table and around to Christina.
"I asked, didn't I?" Britney nodded and smiled. Christina moved forward and grabbed her hand. "Come on, let's go."
Christina smiled as her and turned, she pushed through the crowd, still holding Britney's hand, pulling her through the mass of sweaty, dancing girls and boys.
They found a spot that wasn't too crowded and Christina turned, she grabbed Britney's other hand and laced her fingers with Britney's and pulled the confused blonde closer.
"Why are you here, Chrissy?" She spoke softly as Christina moved even closer.
"Why do you even care? I miss you. Just dance with me." Christina pulled Britney's body flush against her. Britney let out a sharp gasp and just the tiniest hint of a moan. Christina chuckled. "I can still do you good, Bri."
Christina moved in slowly, she lifted their joined hands and let them go as she gently placed a kissed on Britney's lips. Her small hands ran over Britney's arms, leaving a trail of goose bumps.
"I always do this to you. Doesn't it feel so good" She let her hand run down the bottom of Britney's skirt and lifted it slightly.
"No." She spoke, firmly and smacked Christina's hands away. "Not here, not now."
"I thought you liked this." Christina hissed. "You always were a showoff. These little skirts. You don't see what they do to men and these sluts? Huh? You are mine. You've been mine since we were 12 and prancing about on Mickey Mouse stages. You understand that. I understand that. Don't go getting all high class on me now."
Christina didn't expect it but it sure as hell hurt. Britney let out a nearly primal growl, balled up her fist and connected with Christina's jaw.
"I have never been yours." Britney spat out through gritted teeth. "I don't wanna be some whore's girl." She quickly turned and pushed her way through the people, not caring if she hurt anyone, in her world she was the only one who was hurt. Christina clutched her chin and laughed, she always liked Britney this way, full of piss and vinegar, always made their encounters.... interesting.
She followed her, stalking her slowly, she watched and laughed as Britney pushed a tiny girl out of her way, sending her toppling to the floor. Her full ass swayed back and forth as she moved, the chase always made it taste sweeter in the end. She watched as Britney slipped out the door. Christina ran faster, following heroughough the same door, she let the cool fall air hit her face, making certain body part stand out than others.
She watched as Britney looked around for anyone passing by, there no one. She headed towards an alleyway and disappeared. Christina quickly followed her and stopped at the mouth of the alley.
"What the hell are you doing?" Christina asked.
"Trying to get away from you." Britney turned and glared at Christina.
"Oh, baby, you don't want that. You never do." Christina's heels smacked soundly against the asphalt as she walked, her breasts jiggled underneath her tiny tank, she roughly pushed Britney against the brick wall. Their bodies were obscured by a dumpster that sat a few feet away. Christina moved her hands slowly up and down Britney's side, letting her fingertips trace the curves of the buxom blonde.
"Now, I do." She whispered, breathlessly. She tensed up as Christina moved in for a kbut but let it happen anyway, Christina roughly pushed open her mouth with her tongue, nipping and biting at Britney's lips, leaving them bruised and swollen. Her fingers slipped under Britney's skirt, she let her fingers brush her thighs slowly, with every brush she would move them up higher until they reached a tiny little thong. Christina moved it aside and slowly pushed a her finger inside.
"Oh." Britney gasped, her legs bent a bit and her head slammed back onto the brick. "Why do you make me feel this way, Chrissy?" She groaned as Christina slipped another finger inside, pushing them in and out slowly.
"Because you're my bitch, baby. Always." She let her thumb brush against Britney's clit and her knees nearly buckled. She cried out, her chest heaving, her legs beginning to spread slightly. "You always liked it dirty, outside, in limos before big parties, in the room next to your sist-"
"Shut up." Britney labored out. "Kiss me."
And she did.