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 Two--Kirika's Time Alone
Kirika checked the door to make sure all the locks were locked. She didn't need anyone intruding without her knowing. Mireille had gone out shopping at some new boutique that just opened. That meant she'd be gone for a few hours, surely charging up a couple of cards. Kirika took her jacket off and hung it up, then lay on the bed, on top of the covers. She closed her eyes and let the fantasy come to her.
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The Japanese girl was in bed, on top, kissing her partner tenderly in the softly candlelit bedroom. She lingered there, exploring Mireille's mouth with all her ardor. Mireille, in turn was exploring Kirika's. Mireille slid her hands under Kirika's shirt and grabbed on to her back, drawing her closer.
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Kirika put her hand on her stomach and slid it upwards, scrunching up her shirt until her breasts were bare. She started massaging them tenderly.
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She was now shirtless, and she and Mireille were sitting up. Kirika unbuttoned a few buttons on Mireille's nightshirt and kissed her way to Mireille's luscious chest. Mireille gasped as the younger woman began her ministrations.
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Kirika squeezed her nipple and got more turned on as she imagined licking Mireille's breasts. She impatiently threw off her shirt, and then darted her hand under her shorts. The Japanese girl sighed with relief as she got what she most wanted.
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Kirika was kissing her way down her partner's stomach. She stopped for a moment between her legs before tentatively lapping where Mireille wanted. Mireille pushed Kirika's head closer, encouraging her to shed her uncertainty, and Kirika was only too happy to oblige. She decided if she could do only this all day, that would be fine.
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Kirika picked up the pace as her arousal became more acute. She had to hurry; she didn't know how much longer she could stand to be like this.
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Now she had Mireille on all fours, and Kirika was doing her from behind. She almost didn't want to pull away, but she knew the blonde would like what came next. Kirika pulled out a strap-on--Mireille's present once Kirika learned the blonde liked penetration--from a drawer underneath the armoire, put it on, and went inside her lover from behind. Mireille groaned with pleasure as Kirika closed her eyes and went faster.
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Kirika moaned and breathed heavily as she went faster. She stopped thinking about Mireille and focused only on herself as she got closer. She felt so good she thought she would shatter, and she wished release would come soon. Suddenly, Kirika couldn't stand it anymore and she got her wish, making noises she normally would not make.
Kirika lay with her head back and her hand still in her shorts, basking in her relief and, she suspected, smiling like an idiot.
A few minutes later, she panicked as she heard the key turn. She yanked her hand out and made a beeline for the bathroom. She didn't think Mireille would be back this early.
"Kirika, you wouldn't believe it," Mireille called out as she walked through the door. "It was so crowded you literally had to fight to get down the aisles, there was some really fat woman with her rude kids, and then--get this!--the owner went out for an impromptu lunch because of all the stress--Kirika?" Mireille walked into the bedroom and the younger girl was nowhere to be found.
Kirika's heart was beating hard as she combed through her mind, trying to remember if she left any evidence of what she did. "Um. I'm in the bathroom," Kirika tried to sound casual, but her voice came out a lot shakier than intended.
*Pleasedon'tfindanythingpleasedon'tfindanythingpleasedon'tfindanything...oh snap!* Kirika realized just then that she was still shirtless. She mentally slapped herself for leaving her shirt out in all her haste to hide from Mireille. *Maybe I can say I was taking a shower...yes, that's it. Shower. Yeah.* She undressed, turned on the shower, and jumped in just long enough to wet her head. When she stepped out, she wrapped herself in a towel and tried to remind herself that taking a shower was not an unusual event. Kirika finally opened the door...
...And sighed in relief as she saw Mireille sitting at her computer. Kirika snuck out, quiet as a mouse, changed clothes as quietly as possible, then walked out to make tea like nothing had happened.
"Sorry, Mireille, I was in the shower. I'll get the tea started," Kirika said on her way to the kitchen.
"Shower. Suuuure," Mireille chuckled to herself.
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