Sorry if this chapter sounds unlikely, I am English, but I assume that SOMEWHERE in New York there would be an Opera house. Plus I've never been to an Opera, so I don't really know what's there and what's not. But this is MY opera house, so there! The Phantom of the Opera. (OH MY GOD! A CHAPTER TITLE!!!!) "But Mireille where are we going?" Kirika whined for what must have been the tenth time. The both of them were currently walking briskly down the streets of new York, Mireille dressed in a pretty red dress with a long skirt. Her hair was loose, trailing down her back and over her bare shoulders. Kirika too was dressed in a nice way, though it had been Mireille to choose the clothes, if she hadn't then Kirika would have gone in her work clothes along with those damned pink shoes. The young Asian was wearing dark blue denim jeans and a frilly white dress shirt, she also had a dark blue jacket which she simply hung over one shoulder, too warm to wear. Over all the effect was that she looked rather masculine, but in a striking way. Kirika, normally so taciturn was embarrassed about the shirt, complaining that it felt silly and looked ridiculous. Mireille had silenced her complaints almost immediately by telling her she looked pretty in it. At which point the girl had stopped complaining completely. "Just out." Mireille replied, enjoying leading the girl on. "But where? Come on tell meeeee." Mireille let out a light laugh as Kirika dragged out the vowel, her face begging for an answer. "Alright, alright. We're going to a small opera house to watch an opera. We have our own booth there." Kirika smiled in answer and nodded, before her expression turned sly. "Why Mireille, is this a date?" She asked, her voice low. Mireille turned to her, reaching down and cupping the girl's chin before placing her face a hair's width from Kirika's, their breath mingling. "It could be..." She replied huskily, leaning in as if to kiss her, then when their lips were almost touching turning around and heading off again. Kirika fell in beside her a moment later, her face burning with embarrassment and her eyes not meeting Mireille's. Mireille in turn felt like laughing, for the first time since this whole thing had begun, she felt in control. Perhaps pretending to be infatuated with Kirika would be easier than she had first expected it to be. Getting into the opera house was a simple affair. She presented the tickets she had bought earlier, and went inside. No one even seemed to notice that she was with a woman dressed like a man, no stares and no huffy comments. For that Mireille was thankful. Their booth was a good one, high up and with a fine view of the stage, a large plush couch-like seat, and a small dark wooden table. Their was also a cooler bucket with two bottles of fine wine in it. Kirika walked in and plopped down into the red couch, her face showing that she was impressed with how comfortable it was. Mireille smiled to herself before joining her, carefully moving her skirts out of the way before sitting next to the girl. There was only one seat. Mireille could see this going wrong in so many different ways, the alcohol, the shared seat, the closeness to each other, the dimly lit opera house..... But the man she had spoken to, their client had been right, Mireille had led men on before, in her job it was sometimes necessary to make a man trust you enough to move away from his bodyguards. She was out of practice, never having needed to use such techniques since teaming up with Kirika. But the skills never left you. The opera began, it was the phantom of the opera. "Wow, this tastes nice." Kirika whispered from the side of her, Mireille turned to look at her. The small girl was sipping red wine from a small glass, greatly enjoying it from her expression. "Yes please Kirika, I'd love some, it was so kind of you to offer." Mireille whispered back playfully, making Kirika blush and murmur an apology before grabbing the other glass and pouring some wine for Mireille. In truth Mireille had never taken Kirika out drinking, the obvious reason being that she looked too young for barmen to serve her it. The more professional reason being that it would clog her senses. The inexperience was shown by the fact that the glass she handed to Mireille was full to the brim of the wine. And Kirika was drinking it as one might drink water.... "You should go easy on that. It's quite strong." Mireille warned, taking a sip and agreeing with her earlier comment. Strong was an understatement. The opera went on and on. It wasn't performed with the same skill as it was in France, but it was still quite good. Kirika was leaning against her now, seemingly enjoying her presence. Mireille didn't mind, at first she had been rigid and tense, but after a while the warmth against her side became more comforting. A silent reminder that someone was still there with her. It was getting on towards the end of the opera, where the last song was now being sung, Mireille was watching happily, she enjoyed the songs sung in this story. "Mireille...." A voice whispered from nearby, Mireille tuned to see what her partner wanted. Halfway she was met by Kirika's lips. Had her senses not been dulled by alcohol she might have been able to think, but as it was her mind went numb instantly. Kirika tasted sweet, although she could taste the alcohol on her as they kissed. Her body acting automatically since her mind was still frozen, Mireille returned the kiss fiercely, pressing her lips against Kirika's, even as her back arched in pleasure. A soft hand was snaking slowly up her leg, under her skirt, sending waves of pleasure through Mireille's body as their kiss continued, she felt herself leaning back against the seat as Kirika's mouth moved to her neck, kissing her way down to her bare shoulders. Mireille sighed in pleasure. Then her brain kicked back in. "Kirika no!" She blurted out, bucking her body and dislodging the small girl from her quickly. Kirika didn't resist as Mireille scooted as far away from the girl as she could, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and her eyes wide. "Mireille....." Kirika whispered, not meeting Mireille's eyes. Mireille calmed herself down, her mind working at a hundred miles per hour as she tried to figure out what the hell was going on with herself. "I'm sorry Kirika, it's not you.... I'm just not sure if I'm ready to....... I'm sorry." She blurted out quickly, not wanting the girl to dissolve into tears on her. "I'm just too confused right now." That was defenitely true. "It's alright Mireille. I understand....." Her expression showed that she didn't, the words just said because they were expected. Mireille sighed and leaned forwards, placing a hand on her cheek as she lightly kissed the girl. Kirika's eyes went wide but she made no motion to deepen it or do anything else. Mireille broke it and moved back. "Just let's take things slowly." Kirika nodded quickly, her eyes were brighter at Mireille's words. "Okay." She answered, smiling happily. Mireille's heart felt like it was breaking. She's so happy that she thinks I love her......when this is all over..... will she be heartbroken? Kirika didn't meet her eyes for the ending of the opera, and was the first out the door as everyone moved away. Mireille was a few seconds later, her mind still whirring and her heart beat still racing. I was not turned on by that. I did not enjoy it. I did not kiss her because I wanted to....... I am really bad at lying to myself..... So she had to pretend she was interested in Kirika? The worst thing was, that she thought she might be. She sighed. "Somewhere,....... someone is laughing themselves silly at this...." That's it I'm afraid..... not that much humour in this, it wasn't that easy to write. And it isn't as long as the last chapter was..... But I felt I had to update. Don't expect the last chapters, (not that I'm near the end), to be overly funny either. In his last review Phil-G hit the nail on the head. (Don't look, it'll ruin the story).
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