Terra

TITLE: Terra
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Mireille/Kirika
NOTE: I have no artistic abilities whatsoever unless you count writing. Mistakes will be made. You have been warned.


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Mireille neatly folded the last of her clothes and put them on her bed. Then she put on her pink bathrobe, realising that it was a bit silly to do so. In spite of the foul weather raging outside the windows it was quite warm in the apartment thanks to the radiators working overtime and there wasn't much point in hiding her nakedness either. Mireille put the robe on anyway and even tied it shut.

Mireille descended the few steps into the living area and walked towards Kirika. The girl was kneeling on an old blanket spread out on the floor next to some paint tins and brushes. She looked up when she felt Mireille approach, but her face showed no expression. Mireille thought that perhaps there was a smile almost tugging at Kirika lips, but it was probably just a trick of the light or mere wishful thinking.

The bathrobe fell to the floor and Mireille lay down on her back, turning her head to look at Kirika. Strange, really. She was lying totally naked next to someone who wasn't, but she didn't feel embarrassed or awkward or even aroused. She felt like she usually did whenever she was near Kirika, which was kind of comfortable in a strange way.

Silently, Kirika opened one of the tins. She dipped a brush into the paint and then placed the brush between Mireille's collarbones. A thin blue line was painted down Mireille's body, between her breasts, around her navel and down one leg. The hairs of the brush were kind of ticklish, but Mireille had got used to their feel. Kirika dipped her brush into the blue paint again and then placed it on the back of Mireille's right hand. This time the line travelled up Mireille's arm, went up to her shoulder, then dipped down before meeting the first line. But instead of going straight down, Kirika's brushed leaned to the left and soon merged with the first line for a moment before breaking free and descending down the curve of Mireille's breast. The blonde's breathing became a bit more controlled and regular as Kirika's brush travelled down her breast and across her nipple not because she was more ticklish there, but a bit more sensitive in a different way. Quite a bit more sensitive.

Mireille breathed out slowly when the brush left her breast and went further down her body, changing direction again and meeting the first line around Mireille's belly button and heading down the other leg. When the line ended on Mireille's foot, Kirika sat motionless for a moment holding the brush in her lap, not noticing or not caring that it was staining her clothes. Not for the first time, Mireille wondered what the girl was thinking. Probably about how to get from two blue lines to whatever it was she wanted to paint.

Kirika put the thin brush aside and took a much broader one. This one too was dipped into the blue paint before being placed on Mireille's side. The brush travelled across Mireille's stomach, twisting and turning in one fluid motion, going down between her hips and then up. Mireille's face turned towards the ceiling and her eyes closed when Kirika twirled and spiralled across her breasts. A sound hanging between a sigh of content and a moan of arousal escaped from between Mireille's lips and she could feel the wetness starting between her legs. Kirika either didn't notice the faintly glowing embers of Mireille's arousal or simply ignored. She let the brush go where she wanted it to go, heedless of the effects its touch could have on Mireille, trailing swirls of blue across the blonde's body.

When Mireille could no longer feel the brush she opened her eyes to look down her body and wasn't in the least bit surprise she was completely blue from the neck down. It wasn't very neat or regular blue, but rather random streams flowing all over her body.

"Do you want me to turn around?" Mireille asked.

Kirika shook her head. She put her brush aside and looked pensively at Mireille for a moment. Or, rather, she looked pensively at what she had painted on her. Then she took a clean brush and opened two more tins.

Greens and browns began to spread across Mireille's body. To Mireille's eyes, the colours were added as randomly as the blue lines, but Kirika was a great deal more careful than she had been with the blue brushes. It didn't make much sense to Mireille until the perspectives slid into place. From her eyes what Kirika drew were just random squiggles, but from a different angle it might have been Africa or South America.

With careful brush strokes, the continents drifted into position all over Mireille's body, inaccurate but recognisable and abruptly cut off wherever Kirika ran out of skin. She saved Europe for last and Mireille's silently wished she hadn't. Kirika's brush moved up and down her breasts, even more deliberate than anywhere else, fueling Mireille's desire. The blonde's mouth opened and her breathing became heavier, which didn't make things easier for either of them. Kirika unconcernedly continued painting while Mireille's wetness grew until she feared she might start staining the blanket beneath her.

"Almost done," Kirika said, putting the brush aside.

Mireille didn't respond, but just let out one long, lightly shuddering sigh.

The last paint tin was opened and Kirika dipped a very thin brush into it. This time white swirled and spiralled chaotically across select parts of Mireille. Clouds, she realised, as seen from a long way away.

"There," said Kirika.

Mireille looked at her and struggled to smile in a friendly, non-suggestive way. "So... you have changed me into a map."

"Hmm," said Kirika. "And we are here."

She put her finger on France, just above Mireille's beating heart. She smiled with a tinge of embarrassment. Mireille's smile deepened, becoming more affectionate, and she put a hand on Kirika's arm. Silently, wordlessly, Kirika leaned forward until her lips met Mireille's. As they kissed, Mireille felt the urge to put both her arms around Kirika and pull the girl on top of her, to feel her warmth all over her. She resisted it, just barely.

Kirika withdrew slowly, still showering Mireille's lips with light kisses as went further away. There was no embarrassment in her smile when she warmly looked into Mireille's eyes. Then she leaned forward again until she was once again kissing Mireille. This time her lips mixed lust with their affection and she half rolled onto half lay down on Mireille. Mireille didn't object. If Kirika had no problems with getting her clothes stained with the paint covering her body, then she certainly didn't either.

Kirika's hand moved to one of Mireille's breasts, her touch far more gentle and enjoyable of that of her brushes. Mireille's moan was smothered by Kirika's lips, but as Kirika continued to stroke and caress her lover's breast, not even their kisses could drown on the moans of Mireille's growing lust. Breathing heavily with arousal, Mireille wrapped her arms around Kirika and subconsciously spread her legs for the girl. Kirika kissed Mireille briefly on the lips, then down her jaw and nuzzled her neck while her thumb teased Mireille's nipple.

While Kirika kissed Mireille's neck and felt the blonde's body beginning to writhe underneath her own, she let the hand that was caressing Mireille's breast float down the sea of her body and come to rest between her legs. Mireille gritted her teeth and groaned when Kirika's fingers brushed against her folds. But as Kirika's hand began softly moving over her slit, Mireille relaxed somewhat, enjoying the gentle pleasure. Mireille's eyes fluttered open and she found Kirika's looking into them. The blonde smiled and gasped when Kirika touched a particularly sensitive area. Mireille pulled Kirika down and kissed her. With Kirika's lips on her own and the girl's hand between her legs, Mireille found a fragile balance, her painted body glowing with pleasure, yet her lust not yet driving her need for an orgasm. But this moment of comfortable pleasure didn't last long when two of Kirika's fingers edged around her clit. Her arousal flaring Mireille closed her eyes again and moaned.

With Kirika's fingers playing with her clit, Mireille gradually lost more and more control of her body to lust and pleasure until she was dancing to Kirika's touch, a storm coursing through her body. Her moans became louder and more frantic, her arms clasping Kirika as close to her as she could, her legs wrapped around the girl's hips, her pussy drenching the brunette's fingers. Her moans turned to screams while Kirika almost calmly drove her on with just two fingers. Mireille bucked and shuddered and then...

A faint gasp, a small shiver. And then Mireille relaxed completely, the passing orgasm draining the tension out of every muscle and sinew. She unclasped her legs from around Kirika's hips, but kept holding her. Opening her eyes, she saw the girl's head resting just above her chest, paint on the side of her face and in her hair.

Mireille smiled. "Thank you," she whispered.

"Mm."

Mireille softly kissed Kirika's hair. "Come on," she said quietly. "You need to clean your brushes and I need to take a shower."

"I do," said Kirika. "But..."

Carefully, intently, Kirika took Mireille's hand, their fingers entwining.

"Could you... stay like this? Just for a while?"

"Sure," said Mireille.

Kirika closed her eyes and smiled. "Thank you," she whispered.