What Might Be

TITLE: What Might Be
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Mireille/Kirika (kind of)
NOTE: I don't often have ideas for Noir fics, because I find it difficult to imagine the characters having sex with anyone (including each other). So when I do have an idea, I tend to be both happy and nervous because I really want to do the characters justice. On an unrelated note, this may very well be the very first pr0nfic I've ever written that doesn't have a single line of dialogue in it.


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Kirika couldn't sleep.

She'd had a lot of trouble sleeping lately. She'd just lie in the dark, her back turned towards Mireille, who probably had her back turned to her as well, and she'd just... feel. It was hard to describe, really, and Kirika wasn't even really sure what it was. Mireille was just kind of there, an overpowering presence just behind her back and all she wanted to do was turn around and hold her and... and more.

Kirika breathed out slowly, shuddering just a little. It had been so much easier, at first. Even though Mireille had made her not feel so alone any more, she had mostly been a link to a past she didn't know. She wasn't that any more. Mireille was the present, and... and... and she... she'd begun to wonder if maybe learning her past wasn't worth it any more if it meant she had to give up the present. Sometimes, as she stared out over the rooftops of Paris and let her mind wander, she fantasised about leaving. About her and Mireille just walking away and going somewhere, didn't matter where, and simply be allowed to be. She'd thought, maybe, if she never found out who she was -no, who she had been- and she and Mireille could just stay like this she could be happy.

Well... maybe not exactly like this.

Kirika closed her eyes and shook her head. It was a childish fantasy, she knew. Mireille wouldn't let go of her past, not for her and not for anyone. She wasn't going to let everything go and just leave. She was going to dig and dig until she'd discovered what she wanted - what they both wanted, or perhaps what they both used to want - and then...

Strange. The thought still didn't frighten her, but her chest clenched all the same. Mireille would be all alone again, in the end. Would that hurt her? Part of Kirika couldn't help but think that it would have been nice if Mireille would hurt over her loss because it meant she'd have some meaning to her other than merely being the key to her past. But she couldn't think like that, not really. She didn't want Mireille to hurt and if that meant meaning nothing to her in the end then that would be fine.

But that was the future. For now, she was alive and with Mireille and she really should be getting some sleep. She breathed out and forced herself to relax. It kind of worked. She felt some tension she hadn't even been aware had been there ease out of her body. At the same time, however, she also became more aware of her body and how close it was to Mireille's. She warmed her more than the blankets did, but at the same time she was so far away she might as well have been on the dark side of the moon. Yet she couldn't stop the heat trickling into her body, warming her and hurting her at the same time. This was a familiar feeling, at least, and one she knew how to deal with, if only for a little while. Worries about the past, the present and the future could haunt her all night if she let them, but arousal was laid to rest a bit more easily. Even though that too couldn't make her stop thinking about Mireille.

Kirika gripped the edge of the blanket between her teeth and let her hand slide down her body and into her boxers. She let her fingers brush against her slit for a while and found that she wasn't really very wet. Not surprising, but it was a bit... disappointing. If she tried to masturbate now she might be able to get enough relief to be able to drift into sleep, but she could also just end up being frustrated and even more awake than she was now. On the other hand, if she withdrew her hand she'd probably go back to aimlessly thinking the same thoughts over and over again and it would be hours before she finally fell asleep.

Sharpening every sense to take in as much as she could from Mireille's sleeping form behind her, Kirika rubbed herself, willing herself to become more aroused just for the chance to lose herself in lustful thoughtlessness. But it just wasn't happening. She wasn't in the mood tonight and a bit of crude fingering wasn't going to be enough. She needed... she needed some more help.

Hoping that Mireille really was fast asleep, Kirika slipped out from under the bedsheet and quietly headed for the closet. As she put her hand on the handle, she turned to look at her partner. It was a stupid thing to do, she knew, but she couldn't help herself. Even though it was dark, she could see enough of her to make her heart ache. Mireille almost looked peaceful in her sleep. Almost, but not completely. Never completely. Maybe... maybe if she stroked her hair or kissed her forehead she would, she would maybe smile and really be at peace. She wouldn't, she knew, but she could hope, couldn't she?

Tearing her eyes away, Kirika opened the closet and reached in. Her fingers looked for the small compartment hidden behind a stack of towels and quickly found it. Mireille didn't know she knew about it, which was why Kirika held her vibrator when she pulled her hand back. It was sleek and silver and Kirika didn't like it very much. It was too cold and functional. Nothing about it suggested warmth or intimacy, but it got the job done. That was probably why Mireille had bought it in the first place.

Kirika quietly made her way to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She sank down on the floor and leaned against the wall. The tiles were pretty cold, but that didn't bother her much. After she'd adjusted to the temperature of the floor, she lifted herself just enough to take off her boxers and put them down beside her. She winced a little when she lowered herself again, the coldness of the floor suddenly a lot more noticable. After a moment's thought she took off her pale shirt as well. It felt a bit... weird... being completely naked with Mireille being just the side of a wall away. The feeling of the silver vibrator in her hand only made it weirder still. It was like she was declaring to the entire world that she was going to masturbate. She could only imagine what Mireille would think if she saw her now.

Kirika gasped quietly and flushed with heat. It was such a tempting thought. The idea that Mireille would suddenly walk in and see her naked body, see her playing with herself, see her wetness, see... see her in a way she never had before.

Kirika slouched a little and spread her legs for the observer who wasn't there. She let her free hand slide down her flat stomach until she held her clit between two fingers. Mireille would be fully clothed, of course, sitting on a chair or stool, chin in hand, watching her not with arousal but with intense interest, scrutinising every inch of her bare skin, but paying particular attention to the way her fingers moved. Kirika bit her bottom lip to try and smother any noise she might make. Just the thought of Mireille being here with her as she stimulated herself turned her on so much that maybe she didn't need the vibrator after all.

Come to think of it... what would Mireille think about her using her vibrator? Would she be turned on by the idea that the toy she had bought only to pleasure herself now pleasured her as well? Or would she be offended that she had taken one of her things without asking? Or... or maybe she'd take it away from her only to give it back immediately, sliding it into her willing pussy and watching her squirm with sudden pleasure.

Kirika slid down the wall until she was lying on her back on the floor. At some point she'd given up carefully teasing her clit and was now rubbing her slit with her entire hand, feeling her juices beginning to trickle between her fingers. She'd begun breathing heavily, and a soft moan occasionally slipped past her lips without her really noticing while in her mind Mireille toyed with her lustful body.

But the fantasy didn't match the reality. Not that it ever would, of course, but... in her mind she saw Mireille looming over her as her slender handed pushed the vibrator into her again and again. In reality she still held it in her hand and it wasn't doing anything. Kirika pulled her hand up, shivering unpleasantly as she felt vibrator on her stomach. With a bit off effort she managed to pull her other hand away as well. She breathed in carefully in an effort to compose herself as best she could with the lust dancing in her body and the fire smouldering between her legs. This was a tricky bit, after all. She didn't know how loud the vibrator really was because in her ear it always sounded like the roar of the ocean crashing against the rocks. She knew it wasn't that loud, but she thought it was anyway because she didn't want to get caught with it. Or at least, up until now she hadn't.

Moving carefully, she placed Mireille's vibrator between her legs, the tip pressing against her entrance. She breathed in deeply in preperation, then switched it on. For one moment the entire world was filled with the sound of thunder until Kirika's flesh smothered it. Kirika's back arched when the vibrator and buzzed against her walls, pleasure stabbing into her. She clenched her teeth as hard as she could, but groan escaped from between them nonetheless. She slowly moved the silver toy into and out of herself, making sure the thing never left her completely or even so much that her body no longer absorbed most of its noise. As she carefully fucked herself, Kirika moved her free hand to her breasts. Part of her realised that it was the hand she'd been fingering herself with before, but she didn't care that she was beginning to spread a thin layer of her own fluids across her modest chest.

Having found her rhythm, Kirika tried to summon up some fantasy again, but only random images of lust flashed before her closed eyes. For a moment, Mireille above her again, her hand on the vibrator. Then there she was, leaning naked against the railing of a balcony overlooking some tropical island. Suddenly she saw herself, exposed and spreadeagled on a table in an expensive and crowded restaurant where nobody noticed Mireille's head between her legs. Now they were lying in bed, covers drawn up to their chins, staring into each other's eyes with an intense soundlessness while they fingered each other somewhere beneath the blankets. Here was an ancient church, sunlight falling in through holes in the roof and Mireille had her pinned down on the disused altar and fucked her with a black strap-on.

Then even those simple images dissolved and there was only pleasure, simple and pure. Kirika saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing except the glorious blaze ravaging her body. And Mireille. Even with a veil of lust drawn across her mind, Mireille was with her. Even though she could no longer conjure up an image of her, she was still with her, somehow, watching over her, driving her on.

Kirika descended into animal lust, moving the sleek vibrator quickly, roughly and mindlessly without even being aware of doing so. Her other hand was still on her breasts, squeezing and groping without rhyme or reason. Her breathing became rapid and shallow as though the building pleasure rose from below and pressed the air out of her lungs.

Kirika came, an intense release washing through her undulating body. She stopped moving the vibrator and held it in place inside of her. Pleasure surged through her and over her and Kirika thought she might drown. And Mireille leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips.

Her orgasm passing, Kirika calmed down slowly. For a moment she was so relaxed she thought she might fall asleep on the bathroom floor, naked and with Mireille's vibrator inside of her and it wouldn't matter. But the moment, nice as it was, was brief and Kirika quickly started pulling herself together. She opened her eyes and looked down, slowly drawing the vibrator out of herself. Her body was pretty sensitive after her orgasm and the silver toy's stimulations could actually hurt a little if she wasn't careful. Fortunately, nothing of the sort happened and Kirika soon had the thing switched off. She pulled herself up to a sitting position and leaned against the wall. She held up the vibrator and stared at it for a while. It shone in the darkness like it always did, but now it also glistened with her fluids coating almost all of it. Without knowing why, Kirika leaned forward a little and licked the thing. It didn't taste too bad, really.

Kirika shook her head to break herself out of whatever reverie she was in. She got to her feet and started cleaning up, making sure there was a single sign anywhere of what she'd done and what she'd done it with. Then she put her clothes on again and, feeling a lot better about everything, walked out of the bathroom, hid Mireille's vibrator where she'd found it and went back to bed.

Before ten minutes had passed she was fast asleep.

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Mireille opened her eyes in the dark. She heard the quiet, regular breathing of the Japanese girl- of Kirika behind her, telling her she was asleep. Unlike herself, Kirika had never mastered the art of faking sleep.

Mireille gripped the edge of the blanket and curled up a little. Her body was so hot it might as well have been on fire and she was pretty sure a large, wet stain was forming on her panties.

The realisation that Kirika was a sexual creature had been a hard one. Before, the girl had simply been there, a non-entity with the emotional range of a bullet. A piece furniture that was important and useful, but not really a person in her own right. Discovering that the girl had feelings beyond a vague sadness had suddenly made her human.

Mireille shut her eyes. She didn't want to think about this, but she couldn't stop her thoughts.

She wanted her. It was as simple as that. Kirika hadn't just become human in her eyes, she'd also become... desirable. She wanted... she didn't really know what she wanted. She wanted to have sex with her, except not exactly. She wanted... she wanted to see pleasure on her face and lust in her eyes and joy in her smile. And she wanted to be the cause of all of that. But she couldn't. Even though Kirika could enjoy herself, that was no reason to think she wanted anyone else to be there with her and there was certainly no reason to think that she wanted her to be with her.

Mireille curled up further. If only Kirika had been better about hiding the fact she liked to masturbate. That way she would've still been able to think of her as little more than that girl from Japan who just happened to have some connection to her past. But she wasn't, not any more. And as a result of that she now was both incredibly turned on and absolutely not in the mood.

Mireille sighed.

It was going to be a long night.