The chapter with a title mark III. - Introductions. Kirika's breath was against her throat, warming her sensitive skin as the beautiful girl stretched along her body, letting their skin caress against each other as their passions ignited. Driving them both towards their goal. The Corsican leaned her body back, arching her spine to press more of her body against Kirika's, the girl rewarded her enthusiasm with a deep and passionate kiss making Mireille moan in sheer pleasure at the exquisite feelings running through her body. Even as Kirika gambled and moved her hand up Mireille's thigh, drawing out the blonde's quick breath. Mireille gasped as she felt what she had longed after for so long, she threw her head back in pleasure. Her head smashed against the headboard. "Owwwww!!!!" Mireille moaned painfully as she rubbed what was fast becoming a bump on the back of her head, there was no blood, but it still stung. She was, or had been laying on the bed, and had obviously shimmied back whilst in the throes of her dream, and moved a little too close to the solid end of the bed. Her dream..... It crashed back, the reason why she was hot, sweaty and breathing hard. Her entire body was flushed a deep red. Mireille was more angry than embarrassed. Angry and tearful almost. Furious that her treacherous body had turned against her, had disregarded her orders, was it so needy for contact? And tearful that she could not control it. She had always considered herself a calm and independent woman, who had complete control over her life and her fate. To feel the effects of her own body working against her was less than confidence inspiring. It was a breaking of everything she held important, of her entire life. Why? I've never had these thoughts before, not even for men beyond a young curiosity, why do I keep thinking of her.... Am I so desperate for contact? So damned needy of another's affection.....? I don't need anyone's approval, I never have before. Why now? Was she getting soft in her old age? Or was it what living with another human being did to you. If so then Mireille was not sure she liked the change such a circumstance was having on her. Surely it was better to be as she had been before? The cold ruthless assassin for hire. And just where the hell was Kirika!? Mireille checked the clock on the side. The red dials read 11:12pm..... Kirika was late.... Never did it occur to Mireille that she might be in trouble, something just told her that she would know if such a thing had happened to the girl. No, Kirika was just disobeying her... Again the thought came that she might be with someone. Perhaps sating her drug induced urges. She had taken her money with her.... Mireille shook her head. Quite frankly she doubted Kirika even knew people like that existed, and she defenitely wouldn't know where to go to find them. Her mind continued to wander, and her worry to grow. And Mireille was well aware that all her worry was turning to anger. She heard a key turn in the lock, some fumbling as someone tried to open the door. Mireille could tell by the perfectly silent manner the person navigated the room, even fooling her senses, that it was Kirika. The door to the bedroom softly opened. There she stood, standing still, her eyes open wide in surprise, she was dressed in her sleeping attire, apparently having planned to slip quietly into bed. She looked tired, and yet alert, her mouth opened in a small "Oh" of surprise as her eyes took in the furious blonde sitting on the bed. Mireille snarled angrily, fully showing her rage. "Just where the hell have you been. I told you to be back by ten! I want answers now!" Mireille shifted her weight angrily on the bed, to better allow her to fix the young Asian with an angry glare. "I was just out...." Kirika whispered, her voice suggesting that she didn't want to talk. "Where?!" Mireille snapped, her voice showing that they were going to talk. Kirika shifted uncomfortably, fighting the urge to run. "Just to a small restaurant....." She whispered not meeting Mireille's icy blue eyes. Despite herself Mireille felt her mind pause. "...Alone....?" She asked, dreading an answer, the way that Kirika looked away as if in shame was answer enough. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Kirika looked away shamefully, the very idea of lying to Mireille made her feel like the lowest form of life, she knew she was more than deserving of her love's ire. "Not alone then...." Mireille answered quietly when Kirika did not answer, apparently mistaking her guilty silence as an answer to her previous question. Kirika could not stop her eyes from widening at the sheer seething anger in Mireille's tone. "Mireille.... are you angry...?" The question seemed to catch the blonde off guard, momentarily making her mask of anger slip as her own blue eyes widened in confusion, before going back to the furious slits of ice. "What if it happens again, like with the artist!?" Kirika looked away, a painful twisting in her heart making her spirits sink. Why did Mireille always have to remind her of Milosh..... The kind man had died because of Kirika's mistakes... Couldn't she ever learn to live with the memories without the pain in her heart. Through her pain she answered without thinking. "I won't let that happen to her-" "Her..." The blonde mumbled, her shoulders tensing in anger and her eyes almost sparking. Kirika was instantly snapped out of her daze at the sight of the woman before her. Furious and raging she looked like a wild animal, it was like being in the presence of a beautiful and dangerous creature, like a puma, and yet being able to admire it's sleek beauty. So it was with Mireille, even though her hackles were raised and her face a thunder cloud, so Kirika could see the wild raging blue of her eyes, the way her blonde hair fell in disarray around her face. She was beautiful. A force of nature. "I'm going to bed." Mireille angrily snapped, turning back and pulling the blankets over her, as Kirika continued to stand in the doorway, unsure of what to do. Mireille glanced at her, her eyes still angry. "Well!?" She snapped, her arms holding the covers open to the young girl. Kirika nodded but didn't smile, sure that such a reaction would lose her the chance to sleep in the bed. She walked slowly forwards and laid down, not planning to snuggle close, still fairly sure that Mireille would hit her. So she was surprised when Mireille's arms encircled her almost instantly, wrapping tightly around her abdomen and dragging her in close. Keeping Kirika against her breast in a possessive hold, her tight muscles telling the girl she couldn't escape. Not that she had any thoughts of doing so of course. It would be a while before Kirika was able to sleep, the powerful and intoxicating presence of an angry and yet possessive Mireille behind her making being calm difficult. Even when she was sure that Mireille was asleep, her hold did not loosen, and Kirika fell asleep soon after. Wondering how this could be having such an immediate and powerful effect on the normally calm and in control Corsican beauty. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Mireille walked behind Kirika, letting for once the small girl lead the way and deferring to her direction. Inside she was still angry. How could Kirika be so foolish as to give her affections away again? Had she not learned with the artist? Damn it, it was just so frustrating. And it hurt Mireille too, that she might soon see Kirika in that quiet, sad state she had been when the man had died. Though she doubted Kirika had been in any romantic relationship with the man. That brought another frown to her face, and a troublesome pain in her stomach, as if all her muscles were locking at once. She had the distinct urge to snarl. Mireille knew what it was. It was jealousy. Pure and simple, it was the anger she felt at the thought of Kirika enjoying someone else's company instead of her own. It confused her, as well as enraged her. Why the hell was she jealous? Because of want of Kirika? Absurd. Because she wanted to keep Kirika to herself?.... Such a selfish desire might have a part in it. But maybe..... maybe it was that Mireille needed Kirika, she trusted no one else, and maybe Kirika might leave her. Leave her alone again so that she couldn't trust anyone. Despite her misgivings the night before, Mireille knew that the life she led now was an improvement on her old one. "We're here." Kirika whispered emotionlessly. Mireille looked around at the small quaint restaurant. Not bad Mireille had to concede, not too fancy but not too shabby either. "So where is she?" Mireille asked in her calmest voice. Kirika looked at her, clearly wondering why Mireille had been so determined to meet her Friend. Or maybe she could simply sense the violence radiating from the blonde. Because Mireille had to concede, she was feeling fairly damn violent. "Here." Kirika said a little louder, indicating a table just next to them. At the table was a middle aged woman with dark brown hair and slightly tanned skin. She was somewhat plain looking but had nice dark green eyes. She smiled at Kirika though somewhat nervously and then at Mireille, very nervously. Mireille tried her best to smile back. She really did. "Nice to meet you, I'm Mireille," She opened, "An assassin." She added as an after thought, smiling inwardly when the woman's smile turned sickly. Though she was disappointed that the woman didn't run or scream. "Yeah, I know. My name's Laura. I'm a psychiatrist..." Okay, there is a VERY good reason why I ended this so quickly. There really is! And I shall tell you why. It is because the next chapter I think should be to itself. As it shall be somewhat of a war..... And you know who between....
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