The Wall Within Kirika

Something was bothering Kirika. There was a deep longing in her heart, a desperation in her soul. The shy child was bursting with emotions she didn’t understand, but she knew they were there. They were feelings involving Mireille, and they seemed to be what her blond partner called love. She wasn’t sure if she was in love or not, all she knew was that it hurt, but somehow felt wonderful.

Mireille had noticed that something had changed in her partner, but couldn't figure out why Kirika was being so frigidity, jumping at Mireille's touch. The days passed as the two assassins continued to live together just as they had before. They tried to make things the way they used to be, content with just being near each other, without truly being together. Something changed after their first kiss, after their first time, something that made being in the same room together feel painful. She wanted Kirika more than even, but she was afraid to bring it up, afraid that she might push Kirika too far.

Mireille started checking her emails again looking for work. Kirika slumped back in to her old quiet form, staring out the window, watching the clouds go by. At night, they would lay in each other’s arms, never going any further than they already had. Mireille's body begged for more, but her heart kept her hands above the waist. Only at night, they acknowledged anything had happened between them. Mireille's let her lips and hands crave during the day, and indulge at night.

Time passed, they grew in to this routine, distant during the day, close at night. After a while, they had to take a job, their extravagant life style couldn't pay for itself. The problem was that, the jobs being offered were either too risky, or not worth their time. But luckily, Mireille finally found and offer that was too good to refuse. The target was a nobody, as most of their targets were. Their client seemed eager to get rid of the client, even telling them what the target did to deserve death. The wife of the client was sleeping with the target, and the client had the money to afford Noir. Simple job, love fueling the reward, what more could they ask for. The cheating wife wasn't to be harmed, seeing as how the client was still in love with her. That made things difficult for them, but it wasn’t something they haven’t dealt with before. They just had to make it look like the target has left town, for good, anything was acceptable as long as the wife didn't get hurt or found out. Making sure no one found out was just part of the job.

Like any other job, they started out by following the mark. They found his schedule was never the same. He was someone who lived for the moment, someone that took whatever he wanted, when even he wanted and where ever he wanted. This is how he managed to find himself with a married woman, this is how he found himself with a price on his head. His house and his office were the only places he visited regularly. His home was in a tight residential area, not hard to get in to, but the lights always burned in his neighborhood, it was too big of a chance that they might get seen. His office was top floor of a very profitable company, a company Noir had even worked for before, so taking him down there would lead to problems later on down the road. So their only real chance was to take their target down on his way home from work. Their target’s schedule never seemed to be the same from day to day, but lucky for them, he took the same route. And it was a route that led him down an old deserted road. It was there that they would strike.

Normally they tried to keep innocent people out of their work, but they needed a way to stop an alpha male on a dark road, and the helpless woman on the side of the road routine wouldn't work. One day, while following their target who was stuck in traffic, they were presented with the answer in the form of a road worker. Being stopped on the side of the road by a person with an orange flag was simple enough. It was so close to routine that their mark wouldn't even give a second thought of walking right in to their trap. The opportunity was too good to pass up, and they decided that they would strike the very next day. No one would think that a road crew working two days in a row was suspicious.

That night, Mireille held Kirika in her arms, fearing something she didn't understand. Something dark was in her heart, and she feared the worst. It was too painful to think about, it was something she hadn't thought about. Every job had its risks but never before did she worry about Kirika. That night her hands trembled as they held on to everything that mattered to her. Her lips quivered as they touched the one she couldn't stand to lose.

The next morning they spent breakfast running the plan over and over again. They would wait for the mark to head to work, take out the road crew, and take their truck and uniforms. Mireille would wait with the truck at the most remote place on the road, while Kirika would watch the mark. As soon as their target left the office, Kirika would signal Mireille who would start blocking off traffic, while Kirika made her way back to the site. Mireille would send the mark down an unused road as a detour where Kirika would be waiting. Then, after he was dead, they would escape through the traffic jam, making it hard for anyone to follow them. The plan was complex, but the best one they had.

Taking care of the road crew was easy enough, they had no idea they were even in danger. The two assassins changed in to the dead men's clothing and headed off to their separate assignments. Mireille wanted to call out after her partner, to say screw the job and throw her arms around Kirika, but she knew better. As Mireille waited, her mind never left Kirika, her heart longing to see her partner again. Disposable cell phones bought in cash in a different town made sure their communication would be untraceable. Hours went painfully by as Mireille waited for the phone to ring. As the sun started to set, the moment she had waited for came, setting the mission in motion. Mireille pulled the truck out in to the middle of the road, and started slowly letting people by, one by one. Their target’s car reached the back of the line while Kirika passed by on Mireille scooter. Mireille's heartfelt a sudden ease in pressure as her eyes fell upon her partner's slender frame. Mireille started to send a few cars down the deserted road, one at a time. She would send a few past her on the normal road, and then send one down the deserted road, not wanting to startle the mark.

Mireille couldn't help but notice all the stares coming from the drivers she was redirecting. She knew a sexy tall blond was unusually for a road worker, but when their target reached her post, she could feel his eyes undressing her. She never got emotionally involved with her job, but when that sleaze ball's lustful eyes ran themselves over her body, she felt satisfied with the knowledge that her partner was soon to take the life from those eyes.

After sending him down the road to his fate, Mireille sent the rest of the traffic down the normal route. After Kirika call, telling her the job was done, she left the traffic control sign in a road cone in the middle of the street and ran down the detour to where Kirika was waiting with the scooter. On their way home, Mireille held on tighter to Kirika than she usually did. She was thankful that everything went right, thankful that she was able to her partner again.

That night Mireille felt a longing for Kirika stronger than ever before. That night in bed, and even though it killed her to do so, she let hand drift lower than she normally allowed, feeling an area lit up with more than just normal body heat. Kirika gasped and her body tensed up, almost like she was rejecting the action. Mireille pulled her hand away, too afraid to apologize, thinking if she acknowledged what had happened, it would make it real. She spent the rest of the night trying her best to keep her distance for Kirika, even though her arms were still wrapped tightly around the small girl’s frame.

The next morning, Mireille's heart hurt with guilt. She cursed her body for betraying her, but deep down she knew it was her own selfish lust that made her do it. By lunch Mireille had hoped that it was behind her, but Kirika's tender voice shattered that dream.

"Mireille, what were you doing last night?" Kirika’s tired voice asked innocently.

The blonde’s face turned redder than the blood they had spilt the day before, "What do you mean?"

Kirika's voice seemed more quiet than usual, "Last night, when you touched me... down there."

Mireille threw her hands over her head in protest, afraid of being struck down, "I'm sorry, please, please forgive me. I don’t know what I was thinking, it won't happen again."

"But why? What were you doing?" Kirika asked, her head tilted in confusion.

Mireille's face burnt with shame and embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I really am. Just forget it happened."

Kirika nodded, but the tension still hung over them. That night in bed Mireille didn't even touch Kirika, her guilt making it hard enough just to breath. But Kirika had grown used to her touch and within minutes, Mireille felt her partner’s soft hands around her waist. She felt like she had been forgiven as she hugged her partner back, her desperate skin pressed deep in to Kirika's small warm figure. She felt relieved, calm and something else... her partners curious hand drifting along her stomach, drifting lower, brushing across her hips, across a patch of hair that made her jump away and snap on the lights.

"What are you doing?" the blond exclaimed, staring fire down at the young child.

"Sorry, I was just wondering what you were doing last night, and I just thought... I'm sorry." Kirika said in an apologetic tone that also sounded a lot like disappointment.

"It's ok," Mireille said, her words unsure, but her heart guiding her, "Remember that I told you, if you wanted to touch me, I would be okay with anything you did."

Kirika tilted her head, "But you never touched me, down there, I thought that I wasn't supposed to. But when you did..."

Mireille softly laughed to herself, "Yeah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean…"

For the first time ever, Kirika cut her off, "But I wanted you to."

Mireille looked at her as thought she had just told her Christmas was coming early this year. "You wanted me to?"

Kirika lowered her head, blushing for what might have been the first time in her life, "Um well, when I touched myself... but I thought it was dirty."

An evil grin broke across Mireille’s lips but she hid them beneath a kind smile, "No, it's not dirty at all."

"Then… is it okay?" Kirika asked nervously.

Nodding fervently, Mireille replied, "Yeah definitely it’s okay."

Kirika's doe like eyes begged to her, "I… I don't know what to do."

Mireille leaned in, kissing her on the cheek, "I can show you, if you'd like."

A nod from Kirika filled Mireille with a trembling excitement, the kind a child would feel in a toy store filled with candy. She wasn't really sure what to do either, but she Kirika laid down in front of her, watching her eager teenage body trembling in the cool night air. Mireille slowly slipped off her nightie, letting if fall in to a heap by their bed. She watched Kirika's eyes open wide, as to not miss an inch of the blondes naked. Mireille leaned down and grabbed Kirika's sleeping shorts with her hands, looking up at Kirika for permission to continue. Kirika nodded nervously and Mireille slowly pulled away the thin cloth, like an EOD bomb technician striping away an IED's housing. Kirika took in a sharp breath as the cool night air brushed across her most sensitive spot, goose bumps growing across her taught skin. Mireille then helped Kirika pull off her loose T-shirt, exposing more of the young girl’s quivering flesh. Mireille looked down at her partner, seeing for the first time the vulnerable side of Kirika. The sight alone almost drove her in to a lust fueled frenzy, but for Kirika's sake, Mireille chose to take things slow, to ease her partner in to something this important.
Mireille reached out and touched Kirika's stomach, her fingers brushing lightly across her partners exposed skin. Kirika's legs moved underneath her, her knees shivering as Mireille’s hand traveled up to her chest, cupping the small mound of her breast. Kirika breathed in slowly as Mireille played with her flesh, feeling both scared and exhilarated.

The older woman leaned in close to Kirika, whispering in her ear, "I love you so much, Kirika. You have no idea how badly I want you right now, or for how long I’ve been wanting this."

Kirika gave her an embarrassed smile as Mireille moved over to the side of her neck, kissing it, nuzzling it, licking at her ear lobe, nibbling on it, breathing in to her ear, letting her mouth convey just how much she needed her.

Kirika's legs twitched and kicked as Mireille's lips sent shivers down her spine, she wasn’t used to this kind of stimuli. It took Kirika a few breaths, but she managed to say, "I love you too."

Kirika's lips felt different, they were softer, they were fuller and they seemed greedy. As Mireille kissed her, she felt Kirika starting to kiss her back for the first time. Her eager lips eagerly meeting Mireille's, her adventurous tongue darting across Mireille's lips. For the first time, it seemed to Mireille that Kirika was just as eager as she was, only that she had been too shy to express how she felt. Not wanting to keep her partner wanting, she lowered her lips, loudly kissing her way down towards Kirika's chest. As her lips traveled down Kirika, her hands moved up, grasping eager flesh. Kirika arched her body up towards Mireille, trying to get her body as close to her lips as she could. With each of her cute desperate actions, Mireille’s doubts of her partner’s willingness faded away. Their fingers intertwined as Mireille lips reached Kirika's waist. Mireille’s lips stopped, making Kirika look down at her, her eyes begging to know why she had stopped. That was all she needed to see, to know that Kirika was ready, and her lips headed towards the place she had only thought about in her dreams.

The young Japanese girl let out a nasally moan as Mireille's lips made first contact with her hairless sex. The lust in Kirika's voice drove Mireille mad and her body begged for more. She felt Kirika grip tighten on her own hands as her mouth kissed around the mound of sensitive flesh. Mireille let go of Kirika's hands and spread Kirika's slender legs, feeling a slight reluctance in her toned muscles.

Mireille hesitated, "Are you sure you're ready?"

Kirika paused before saying, "I think so."

As Mireille kissed Kirika's skin she could feel her tight muscles clenching, and she knew Kirika wasn't ready. She moved back up to Kirika's lips, kissing her softly, whispering, "You can trust me, relax..."

She kissed Kirika again, this time holding her lips there long enough that it made her head spin. The mix of being light headed and uncontrollable lust drove Mireille wild, her heart pounding like a drum.

"Here," She said, placing Kirika's hands on her breasts, "Go ahead and touch me."

Kirika started hesitantly, but after a few moment she was grasping and fondling Mireille's chest, her body growing less tense as her mind gave in to pleasure.

When she was sure Kirika was finally relaxed, Mireille pulled back, out of Kirika's reach and places herself back between Kirika's legs. She lifted one of Kirika's legs and kissed the soft skin behind her knee. The young girl’s gentle moans let Mireille know that she had found a the sweet spot so she continued her sensual assault, kissing and licking at the sensitive skin. She could tell Kirika was still too nervous to enjoy going further so she lowered Kirika's leg and started kissing her way up it. As she approached her partners crotch, she took a detour sending her lips around and up to Kirika's stomach. She kissed and licked at Kirika's flesh, feeling the well trained muscles twitching at her touch. She reached her navel and dipped her tongue down deep, pressing her whole mouth in to it. Blowing cold air in to it, she made Kirika shiver all over. As she kissed and sucked at her navel, she felt Kirika's hands grasping on to hair, running through her golden locks. The blond smiled as she felt Kirika's twitches growing weaker, her body relaxing to her touch.

She lowered her head down to Kirika's now willing sex, which had grown slightly damp. Mireille ran her tongue across its length, feeling Kirika's hands grasp her hair tighter. The blond assassin took the time to admire the sight before her, never before had she seen something like this before, something this beautiful, something this intriguing. She kissed at it softly, letting her nose draw in the lustrous sent that seemed to pour from it along with pure body heat. She took a deep breath and blew it out slowly, watching Kirika’s quivering flesh twitch in a beautiful reaction, her body writing along in tandem. She licked at it again, tasting passion on her tongue, hearing Kirika moaning loudly. Her desperate lust was too much for Mireille to contain. She reached down pulling Kirika's folds apart with her hands, and dove in lips deep to a world only she knew.

As her lips and tongue explored places unknown, she got feed back in the form of Kirika's desperate fingers in her hair. As she licked, she could hear her partner moaning louder, her gasping growing shaper. She could feel Kirika's body relaxing to her touch, giving in to the feelings she could control. As Kirika's body began to ride along with the rhythm, Mireille grew more adventurous, tongue dipping down deep, feeling the heat wallowing up inside of her lover. Her fingers joined in, prodding as she licked, rubbing and pulling at the folds. Her lips found the sensitive nub that rested above Kirika's dripping sex. The nub had grown full and hard, pulsing from the blood that had rushed in to it. Mireille used her thumbs to pull away the folds concealing it and reached down with her lips, giving it a gentle kiss. Kirika's whole body jerked in pleasure and shock, letting Mireille know she had struck oil. She licked it, letting her bottom lip linger heavily on it,

Kirika gasped and cried, "Wait Mireille, stop. I don’t… I can’t. I feel funny."

Mireille stopped only to kiss the side of Kirika's neck, smearing saliva and Kirika's excitement over it, "Relax, just trust me.." Her voice dripping with as much sex as her lips were.

She returned to Kirika's quivering flesh, pressing her whole mouth on to the sensitive nub. Licking with her tongue and sucking softly with her lips, she remembered a piece of advice she had picked up somewhere, to breathe through her mouth. She couldn't so much breath as pant, her own body slipping it to the moment. She let one of her hands travel down to her own wet spot, her fingers giving her the same treatment she was giving Kirika. As her fingers pushed further down the path of pleasure, she moaned deeply in to Kirika's sex, her quivering lips sending shivers through them both.

The young girl’s voice grew ragged and louder than normal, "Mireille, I feel, I feel weird. It feels like I'm going to… ahhh."

Mireille sucked whole heartedly, turning Kirika's sentence in to a breathless gasp. "It's ok, don't fight it," Mireille said between her own panting breaths.

As the young girl’s hips started squirming beneath her, Mireille's tongue started lashing out ferociously. Her breathing matched Kirika's, their hearts beating in unison. Mireille felt Kirika's body tense up, her muscles clench, her body almost about to break. Kirika was trying to back away, the pleasure almost too much for her to endure. Mireille pinned her down, her tongue lashing out in a wild lust, her fingers driving herself over the edge. As Mireille body twitched in ecstasy , her mouth screamed out in pleasure, the moment she had craved for so long. Mireille’s moans of ecstasy placed at Kirika’s most sensitive spot, sent the Japanese girl over the edge, her little body twitching out of her control for the first time in her life. The feeling so strong, no sound escaped her mouth as she tried to scream out in pleasure, trying to call out Mireille's name. Mireille clamped her lips down again, her mouth craving everything that was Kirika. As the young girl’s body continued so twitch and kick, her voice cried out, panting in the joy that was the world.

As their bodies grew tired, Mireille crawled up so that their eyes where right in front of one another's. See peered in to eyes that knew her and only her. Her body was satisfied, but her heart craved more, something that couldn't be touched. As she gazed in to love itself, her heart felt Kirika, felt her soul. She smiled and Kirika smiled back, her eyes were glazed over with pleasure. She placed an arm around Kirika’s still twitching body and they fell asleep in each other's embrace, their hearts beating as one.

Fin


Authors notes

This chapter is dedicated to Juy Juka, who believed in my story even when I did not. If it wasn't for him, I probably never would have finished this story. So, really, thank you, and if you get a chance to read this, I hope you enjoyed it.

As always, thanks to Juy Juka, Imasuky Lomae, megadeth425 and anybody else who has ever left me any kind of response. Remember, feedback is the fuel that keeps writers writing, so even if you hated it, let me know. Hell, I even want to thank whoever gave one of my other stories a 2 out of 5. I had tried a different style of writing and apparently people don't like it, so it really shows me my strengths and weaknesses. I doubt that person will ever read this, sense they didn't like my writing, but if they somehow do, thanks, honestly. On a side note, if you're going to give me negative feed back, I ask that you at least let me know why, that way I can fix the problem in the future.

But enough emo-ness, thanks to everybody who's read my stories, I do this for you all as much as for myself, so if there's something you want me to write, let me know. I don't know if I can add anything else to this story, but I love Noir more than any other show, so I'd love to write a new Noir fic. It's difficult to write for these characters because of their introverted nature, but it's rewarding when I do. I've got an idea for a futa Chloe x normal Kirika based off of my all time favorite doujinshi, “kuroi nekotachi” or “black cats” by GUST. Best doujin of all time. If that sounds interesting to anyone, let me know.

Thanks for reading