Disclaimer--I don't own Noir. If I did, the shoujo-ai would be a lot more blatant and there'd be a lot more Mireille and Chloe fighting over Kirika. Instead it's owned by Ryoe Tsukimura, Bee Train (the guys who like to toy with our heads), and Victor Entertainment.
This story has yuri in it, so if you're under 18 and/or have a parent in the room, or if reading about two women making love squicks you out, don't read it.
Noir: Chaotic Lilies
by: Bulmafox
Chapter One: Trip to Milan
I am almost out of patience.
It's been so long since we took off; I think I lost track of time. And I've been impatiently waiting to make love to you ever since yesterday. We were so close. So close. But then we had to catch the plane; the last one out. Why you booked the last one is beyond me. Also equally perplexing is why you insisted on stopping in New York and San Fransisco. We didn't have time to do anything, just eat. Was it for the food?
Then you teased me horribly on the plane, Mireille. You pulled the covers up and kneaded my breast. Then you massaged my thigh, so close where I wanted you to touch. But close enough. If not for the other passengers, I would've taken you right there. But I had to settle for the restroom. And there was that *guy*. That loud, obnoxious, nosy guy who broke in front of me. I wanted to hit him. I still do.
After that, I couldn't take anymore. I turned your advances away. I had to. Otherwise I would've had you whether people saw us or not. I'm glad it was night when we left again. I forgot about you for a few hours.
I didn't want to wake up. As soon as I saw your beautiful face, I wanted you again. I'm so glad we're in the terminal now, in Milan. My face is, as always, impassive. Isn't it? Am I giving anything away?
You squeeze my hand; to reassure me? "Don't worry," you whisper, "We'll be there soon."
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We're in the lobby now. "I have a reservation," you tell the clerk, "Bouquet, Mireille and Yuumura, Kirika." He checks us in and a bellhop leads us to our room.
I've never seen a more beautiful door. Almost there....
We go in and no sooner do we enter than I slam you against the door.
*Finally*.
I finally have you alone.
Yes.
I lose our clothes as soon as I'm able and rub myself on your hand....yes...this is...just what I need....
"Stop."
What?! Why---mmm....where am I? I open my eyes. Oh, the bed. You pinned me to the bed and kissed me...hard. "Let me have some fun first," you whisper in my ear. Fine. But I don't mind, really.
I think I like this better...stop, that tickles; you know my neck is ticklish! So you move down to my breasts and suck on them. Okay, you can stay there. I can wait for now. Just please keep doing that.
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...You're finally moving on. I whimper, but I know what's in store. Just please hurry up...Yes! You're there!...Your mouth is so warm....if you never stop....doing that...I'd be happy.
I grab on to your hair. It feels...so fine, like silk, or something. Did I mention I love your hair? And your neck, and your shoulders...wait a minute, you feel tense.
"Mireille, wait," I breathe.
You look up. "Hmm?"
"Come up here." I move over and pull you up with me, and start pleasuring you. I whisper into your ear, "I know you want this...as badly as I do."
Your eyes just closed partway in response.
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I feel it; you've relaxed considerably. You're also breathing hard. But you don't seem to mind.
I told you you wanted it as much as me.
I stroke you between your legs, determined to make you come before I do. I had no idea you were so frustrated. Why didn't you tell me?
But you won't have any of it. You're pleasuring me with equal ardour. It's like we're in a race. Don't worry; I'll make sure you finish first.
Except--mmm--I'm almost there. What are you... ohhh... you're pulling out... all the stops now. Your tongue wrestling with mine, one hand on my breast, the other one between my legs... it's almost... too much... for me. You're winning.
No. You have to... you have to... I'm not gonna... make it. I'm... sorry. I can't... concentrate... on you anymore. I'm... coming... I'm... co... I... aaahhh!!!... unnnnnhhh!!!........ My legs feel weak. I'm wearing that big stupid grin, aren't I? You're making that smirk at me. I am. I did it. I came. Finally. Now I can concentrate on you.
I resume what I was doing before, only more ardently. I want you to come too. Heheh... it's working. You're moaning now. Loudly. You always do. You're almost a screamer. And you're leaning back, and your head's tilted. Good. You're close. So close.
Is it...? It's... making me hot. I want to... I couldn't halp it, Mireille. They were just poking out. I never get tired of licking and kissing them and whatever else pleases you. Wait. wait.. don't lean so far back... ah!...!!!...that was loud. "You're not hurt, are you?" I feel so awkward, laying halfway on top of you, on the floor.
"I'm fine. Just keep doing what you're doing."
"You sure you don't want to get up?"
"I'm fine. I don't want you to move."
Okay. I pull my legs off the bed and sit on top of you. Hmm. I like this better. It's much easier to please you now. My hand darts to your crotch agai--
"Kirika." Your chest, too? Is that what you're nodding at? Okay.
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Hmm. You're close again. So close. I think I wanna... I move so my thigh is pleasuring you and yours is pleasuring me. Hmm... I like this. I speed up my efforts; I want you to get there already.
Yes! You did it. I love watching you. It makes me want to come again. So I grind myself on your thigh. Hmm... it's... much quicker... this time. Your hands... are... are on my behind... and you're... pushing me... towards... my... my... nhhhh.... it's... happ...ening... a..gain... nhhhhhh..... yes... keep.. go... ing... Mir.... eiyu....ahhhh!!!...!!!..!!......! Oh.. my god... I'm... breathing... so hard. ...I'm wearing that stupid grin again, aren't I?....
Suddenly you embrace me. You hold me... so tightly, like I'm going to disappear. I won't. I promise I won't. I hug you too. Let's just stay like this; you and me on the floor, against each other, against the bed.
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"Mireille?" We're still embracing a long time later, on the floor.
"Yes?"
"Are we ever going to move?"
"Why? Do you want to?"
"Not really. Do you want to?"
"No. I could stay here all day."
"Me too...." Suddenly it dawned on me. "Mireille, did you set this all up?"
You look at me in surprise. "What makes you think that?"
"It was all too convenient. I just now added it up."
"...Fine, you got me."
"Why?"
"To be honest, I was getting bored. I wanted to spice up our sex life."
"...Mireille? Are we going back home?"
"Not yet. We're gonna stay here a while."
"Good. Mireille?"
"What Kirika?"
"Let's do this again soon."
You smile. "Sure."
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