Little Pieces of Noir: Sims-Life
It had all started out very nice. Kirika and her moved to a house in a small suburban neighbor hood. They got out of the taxi and looked at their new home.
Then, things got weird. Kirika wrapped her arms around the blonde’s neck and began to fiercely kiss Mireille. ‘When did Kirika get this passionate? Isn’t she supposed to be shy?’ She noticed the comfortable angle of her neck. ‘And when did she get as tall as me?’
As Mireille stumbled back, she decided that kissing wasn’t too bad. She decided to overlook it, not to mention enjoy it frequently.
The next weird thing was the house. As they went inside, they noticed it was empty. She sighed. ‘Looks like we’ve got a lot of work to do.’ Then, in a blink of an eye it was full of unfamiliar furniture. It was nice stuff for sure, but the Corsican did not recall paying for any of it. Once again, she decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth and went with the flow.
Other strange problems arose as time went on. Time seemed to literally fly by each day! Their cooking skills seemed to be completely forgotten to the point of threatening their very survival. Even worse, the meals no longer seemed to satisfy them. Their memory became erratic where they simply left things in the middle of rooms for no apparent reason.
It would have been unbearable, if it weren’t for the beautiful brunette who shared her every waking moment. They had survived assassins and trials before. Now, they had to survive spontaneous fires, a limited wardrobe, and rapidly degenerating hygiene.
For one thing it was still relatively peaceful. Kirika began to paint once again and look up at the stars through an expensive telescope. Mireille began to read more and re-learn how to cook. They had an intense desire to live together successfully and learn more everyday. ‘It might work out after all. Now if I could just understand what the hell we’re saying!’
Communication was difficult true, but these two had been used to expressing their feelings without words for a long time. Added to their bond was their newfound (and bold) expressions of love. They held hands, kissed frequently (even in front of their new neighbors), and they danced together (badly).
Mireille even attempted to serenade Kirika with her shaky voice. At the Asian’s poorly disguised un-comfortableness, she vowed to show her love in other ways, such as hugs, caresses, and kisses. They maintained a sweet, loving relationship.
However, even this changed. One day, Kirika decided to watch some television after dinner. As Mireille washed the dishes, she decided to join her partner. As she sat down on their expensive black couch, she looked over at the brunette. Her heart swelled with love. She just had to cuddle with the love of her life. She scooted over, ultimately ending up in the girl’s lap. Brown eyes widened in surprise, at first, but she quickly grew to like the closeness. Mireille smiled. Kirika returned it. The blond noticed a twinkle in the other woman’s eye. Then, her partner flipped her onto her back and kissed her passionately.
They began a ‘slightly warm’ make out session as the TV blared on, which was instantly tuned out. Time seemed to cease to exist; that or it moved on quickly ignoring the romantic scene due to Father Time being a lonely, inconsiderate bastard…
As they grew tired, Kirika decided to read before they went to sleep. Mireille took a shower. As she lay next to her partner, she swore she heard a voice in her head ask: “What the heck is a ‘WooHoo?’”
She felt her inhibitions and anxieties fly out the window (which had a nice balcony). Kirika’s hand went into hers. They looked deeply into each others’ eyes. Then, they jumped under the covers. Fireworks went off as the covers shifted around! Then, they fell asleep with hands joined once again.
As they woke up, still deliriously happy, they smiled at each other and went to eat breakfast. While Mireille did the dishes, she noticed Kirika slinking out the back door wearing a swimsuit. Mireille promptly forgot the dishes and changed into her own bikini. ‘I always figured Kirika to be a one piece kind of girl… Oh well, she looks great!’
They cuddled and talked about art and other things. Unbeknownst to each other, both women had been on each others’ minds all morning… as well as WooHoo.
Mireille heard the voice inside her head again: “What a pair of nymphos! They’re still sweet though…” Then, she felt Kirika kiss her again. Once again there were fireworks… in a hot tub.
Even though they were in an unfamiliar place, they were together and quite happy from the way they smiled at each other.
Kirika tickled Mireille after dinner. She then kissed her way up the blonde’s arm just like that one fanfiction she had read.
Kirika went up to the bedroom to “read.” Mireille went up to find out what book she was “reading.”
For a final time, Mireille heard the voice inside her head as she jumped under the covers. “There they go again! What am I supposed to do with you two? You’re supposed to be productive citizens or something!” Then, there was a pause as Mireille wrapped her arms around her partner. “Well, I guess I’ll just let them be happy.” Another pause. “‘I wonder if I could get Mireille a job as a model?”
End
Okay, so this might be my worst chapter ever, but I had to get it out of my system. I wouldn’t expect another Sims moment from me again!
It took me 5 hours to figure out how to make two women living together as lovebirds… I finally figured out you needed two adults and make them “married/joined.” Once again, I ring true blonde, Risa-chan!
Hopefully, this does not destroy your faith in my writing ability. It seems the least popular stories take the least amount of time to write, so I’m not going to expect much.
Thanks for reading this brave souls! I hope I got at least a giggle from you! Review, if you wish!