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UNREAL Disclaimer: Definitely don't know one of them. Don't own either of them. Fairly sure the one I do know isn't going to sue me for defamation or anything, since she ASKD for it. No harm intended. Rating: PG Pairing: Snerk. See notes. Acknowledgements: I'd like to thank God, the Sisters of Mercy, Kyla for the title and beta, Harper's Bazaar for the photo shoot that made me first find Britney outrageously attractive, Murphy's Irish Stout, and Campbell's Chicken and Stars soup. Mmm, mmm, good!. Notes:So, Silvia and I were talking about what it would be like reading slash about someone you knew, which lead up to her putting out a call for slash featuring her persona. Because I'm always up for a challenge, I did just that. Herein lies the silly result, wherein there is no plot, a sexy Silvia, and a clueless Britney. Enjoy!
“They
look good together,” a voice says from beside her.
Britney turns to find her reflection mirrored back in eyes
that are a breathtaking, crystalline blue.
Her eyes sweep over the woman in front of her.
A little bit shorter than her perhaps, her long dark hair
and black clothing only serving to accentuate her pale white skin. She’s striking. Pretty. ‘Hot,’
a voice whispers in the back of Britney’s mind, but she swats it
away. Britney
swallows, and nods. “Yeah,
they fit.” The
woman laughs then, winks at her.
“I always had faith in the Timbertrick,” she says, and disappears
into the crowd. Britney’s eyes furrow at that, but she soon
forgets the comment as she tries to find her.
She thinks she glimpses her here and there, whirling and
spinning to the music, but she can never lock on to her long enough
to head in her direction. Frustrated,
she turns back to the bar. “Looking
for someone?” A voice whispers soft and low in her ear. She glances over and it’s the woman from earlier. Despite her self, Britney smiles. The woman giggles. “Buy me a drink?” Britney
does, and watches the woman, captivated by the line of her jaw and
the way her throat works as she drinks. Somewhere,
that voice in the back of her head prattles on about how this sudden
fascination is Not A Good Idea but she ignores it. “I’m..”
she starts to introduce herself, and is cut off by the press of
fingers to her lips. “I
know who you are,” the woman smirks.
“If you want to call me something, call me Silvia.
Let’s dance, shall we?” Britney
nods, slightly fazed by the fact that someone so at home in a place
like this would have any idea who she is.
The voice in the back of her head pipes up again, more loudly
now, but there’s just something about this woman that draws her
in, and she tells the voice in her head to turn in for the night,
because she’s going to have some fun. Britney’s
used to being the one in charge.
When you’re a pop superstar, people line up to do your bidding. They’re intimidated by you, at your beck and call. Silvia
doesn’t appear to be intimidated by anyone.
She leads Britney out to the dance floor, and the crowd parts
for her like they normally would for Britney.
Silvia looks regal, wandering among them. They
begin to dance, and it’s awkward for Britney, who knows how to move,
yes, but has never tried to move this way with a woman.
Much less someone who’s so clearly in command of herself. Silvia
slides up to her, wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling
her close, moving in time to the music.
Britney stiffens at the sudden loss of personal space, only
to have Silvia tighten her hold in response. “Relax,”
Silvia says softly into her ear, sending chills down Britney’s spine. “It’s just dancing. Besides,” she nods at something behind Britney,
“they’re clearly enjoying this.” Britney
turns, and there are Chris and Justin, watching them appreciatively. She lights up, then, because this has become
a performance, and if there’s one thing she knows how to do, it’s
put on a show. So
she uses her best moves on Silvia, grinding against her, clinging
in all the right places. Or, at least, what she thinks are the right
places. She’s not sure,
because Silvia just looks amused, rather than turned on, which is
what Britney thinks she was going for. Britney
gets lost in the music, in the dancing and the press of bodies. It’s not so different, she thinks, because while the body in front
of her is softer, it’s not fragile.
It radiates strength. And
knowledge. Britney’s no innocent, at least in most respects,
but she can tell just by looking at Silvia that this woman has experienced
things she’s never even imagined. As
if on cue, Silvia leans in even closer and says, “I’m hot.”
Britney stares for a moment, before nodding dumbly. She agrees, apparently. Silvia
smirks. “Let’s go someplace a little more quiet, yes?”
She wraps her arm around Britney’s waist and guides her through
the crowd, into an empty back corner of the club. “So,”
Britney says, looking at her boots, “what’s your…” and she’s silenced
by the press of lips to her own.
The kiss is surprisingly sweet and gentle.
When it’s over, she finds Silvia looking at her intently. “I
didn’t bring you back here to talk,” she says, and then she leans
in again and this time the kiss is predatory, rough.
Britney didn’t think girls were capable of kissing like this. Not that she’s complaining. She’s
pretty sure that time stops then.
At least, she doesn’t remember much beyond the meeting of
lips and tongues and hands – hands everywhere – until it stops suddenly,
and she’s left, panting, the wall behind her the only thing holding
her up. As
she’s catching her breath, she’s vaguely aware that Silvia is talking
to someone. She sees a guy standing a few feet away from
them, tapping his foot impatiently. “It
appears we’re going to have to cut this a bit short,” Silvia says,
somewhat apologetically. “It’s
been…” she grins wickedly, “fun.” She
turns to leave, and Britney moves to follow her.
“Wait!” she says. “I
didn’t even get your full name, or your number…” her voice trails
off as she sees the amusement on Silvia’s face.
Before she disappears into the throng, she steps back and
kisses Britney again. “It
doesn’t really matter, does it?” Silvia asks quietly.
“In the end, I’m no more real than you are.” ~fin~ Feedback
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