The Wall Within Kirika

A gentle breeze rustled the curtains in their apartment, the soft light of dusk slipped through, filling the room with the blurry hue of sunset. Mireille looked over at her smaller counterpart, sitting quietly by the window.

"Kirika," Mireille called softly, "It's time for bed."

There was an agreement between the two, never spoken, but known. During the day, they worked together, and at night, they would share a bed. It was of an economic agreement, seeing as how their small apartment only had one bed. They had never given any thought to getting another bed, for there seemed to be a simple unspoken need to share.

Years they spent, working together during the day, and next to one another at night. When they spoke, it would be of the weather, or their next mission, or of the food that they shared. The conversation never once called on for a reason why they were together, they just knew they were. Days turned to months, months turned to years, and they continued to spend their lives next to one another, but never really with each other. Something was missing, but they weren't really sure what. Something desperately needed to burn, but the fire was never kindled.

"Who is our target this time?" Kirika asked as Mireille checked her emails.

As the one with the most business experience, Mireille was the one who dealt with their clients. When somebody needed someone else dead, and they had a small fortune, they would contact Noir. Everything they needed to know was sent to them through a secure email account, and their compensation would be deposited in to a discreet off shore account. No names were ever given, no meeting ever set up. Just a target and a payment, that was how you stayed alive in their world. Another name, another job, and if they lived through it, another night spent next to each other, this was the nature of their lives.

"The target is a nobody. Just someone who got on the wrong side of the wrong person." Mireille explained.

Kirika looked at the photo on the screen, "Who is he?"

Mireille sighed, "He doesn't seem to be more than an honest man, making an honest living, but it's not our job to know who he is."

Kirika nodded, for she had long ago accepted that truth. "Where is he?"

Mireille checked the dossier their client sent along with their contract. "Our target lives in an apartment, which is bad, too many people means too many witnesses. Our other option is this country club he frequents. It looks high end, which probably means a lot of staff, maybe even some security guards, but luckily it doesn't seem like the place that would have that many members there at the same time."

Kirika simply nodded, she trusted Mireille’s judgment when it came to logistics.

The blond continued, "We'll have to scout the place first, find out where our target spends most of his time."

Kirika just sat there, their plans were set. It was just another day, just another job.

"Do you see him yet?" Mireille asked from the cover of the bush they were hiding in.

The country club was a lot larger than the description had told them. Stone walls, marble floors, well groomed gardens gave both a sense of wealth, and an easy place to for the two to observe from. The hours spent side by side were just part of the job, one part that Mireille considered to be a perk. They hid there, side by side, huddled close together so they wouldn't to be seen. Mireille felt a simple sense of safety next to her partner, a sense of comfort.

"Nothing yet," The smaller one whispered.

Hours went by, day turned to dusk before, "I see him." Kirika whispered.

Mireille hadn't yet spotted their mark, "Where is he, what is he doing?"

Kirika paused for a moment, then, looking through her binoculars she said, "He's on the second floor, middle balcony, standing with a woman, she's the one in red. Their... I don't know what they are doing."

Mireille adjusted her line of sight, finding the mark in the arms of a woman in a red dress, their lips locked in a long embrace.

"What are they doing..." The smaller girl whispered.

Mireille cut her partner short, "Just keep an eye out for guards," There was a hint of embarrassment in her voice.

Another day, another night, but this time though, the silence of the bedroom was disturbed by a question from the younger assassin.

"What were they doing?" Kirika asked in to the darkness.

Mireille just lay there, quiet and still. It was times like these that Mireille was reminded of just how much Kirika had missed growing up. Kirika's whole life had been spent learning how to kill, how to prefect death. She knew nothing of love, friendship or even how to carry on a normal conversation. Mireille felt burdened to teach these lessons to her partner, both out of pity out and out of necessity. There were times when their job required that the blend in, that they interact with people from the outside world, and Kirika's personality stood out sore thumb. But how do you teach something as basic as human nature to someone who has spent her whole life in the shadows, in the darkness. How do you explain love to a child abandoned by fate, brought up in life to be a tool, the black hand of death?

"Who was that woman... what were they doing?" Kirika asked again, her voice drilling deep in to Mireille's spine.

Mireille wasn’t sure how to respond, so she let the darkness answer for her, while secret passions stirred in her heart.

Another day, another night, the question dodged for now. Mireille found it easy to be consumed by their assignment. As they lay in silence, watching their target, Mireille kept hearing Kirika's question running through her mind over and over. To make matters worse, their target was lips deep in the arms of that woman. It was that damn woman that made this mission so difficult. It was bad for business and just plain wrong to kill innocent bystanders and they would avoid it at all costs if they could, but they knew better than to let witness walk away free. But dealing with that woman was easier said than done, because she never left his side. Just before she would show up, their target would send all of the staff away, giving the two lovebirds all the privacy they wanted. This was both a gift and a curse. The two assassins headed home to rethink their plan.

Another day, another mission. It plan was simple, wait for the woman to arrive at the gate, wait for the mark to send the staff away, then take out the target and leave before the woman ever made it inside. A simple plan complicated by the questions of a curios girl. "Who do you think she is?"

There was less than an hour before the woman was supposed to arrive, and Mireille's mind became distracted by her partner’s question. "I don't know, it might be his wife. It doesn't matter, it's not part of our job to know."

Curiosity was a hard thing to get rid of, Kirika's voice soon broke the silence again, "His wife?"

Mireille was amazed again by how little her partner knew. "His wife, his partner, now be quiet, I'll explain it after were back home."

They sat in silence, the minutes ticking by painfully slow. There was a tension in the air that had little to do with their mission. Kirika's voice once again broke the silence. "His partner, like me and you?"

Shock shot through Mireille's mind as Kirika's voice replayed over and over again. No words came to mind, and all she could do was sit there, afraid of what her partner might find with her questions. Time went by, her mind unfocused, the woman now in the arms of their target, their window of opportunity was now shut.

"We need to get out of here," Mireille said, the first time a mission had been left unfinished.

Another night, another evening spent across the dinner table from one another. Another meal spent in silence, but this time there was a reason for the silence, a reason for all the tension in the air. Mireille didn't know how to answer Kirika's question. They had spent so much time together that the line between partner and something else had never been established. She knew there was something, something that kept them together, but after the years had gone by the question of staying together needn't be asked, it had become routine. Mireille also knew that locked deep down, buried deep in her heart, she had feelings for Kirika, but she knew she could never act on them. Kirika wouldn't understand having a relationship, she wouldn't understand love. She had known this from the beginning and had locked her feeling away forever. She was content with just living together, content with spending each day as partners, and spending each night next to the one she had feelings for. After spending so many years pretending they were noting more than partners made Mireille almost believe it to be true, but deep down she still had those feelings.

"I still don't understand." Kirika's voice broke the tension in the air, Mireille's body begin to tremble, hoping to avoid the subject. "You said you would explain it when we got home, so what is it, wife? You said she was his partner, so I'm I your wife?"

Kirika couldn't have worded more awkwardly. Mireille's heart begged for a way out, not wanting to face this question.

"Well no," Her voice trembled, "A wife is a different kind of partner. You and I are partners for our job, a wife would be with partners who are in love." The words slipped out of Mireille's mouth before she knew she said them.

Kirika's face hadn't changed, still puzzled, still curious. "Love?"

Dear God, Mireille thought, how the hell can you explain love? Mireille's mind raced, her heart churned, the words she needed were nowhere to be found. Her mouth betrayed her, spoke words she couldn't take back. "Love is a feeling, a feeling you have towards somebody, somebody you want to be with, always."

Kirika's voice spoke words that meant little to her, but meant everything to Mireille, "So I love you then, right?"

The world shattered, everything Mireille knew turned upside down. The words her heart longed so desperately to hear were just spoken by a girl who had no idea what they meant. Mireille feared the truth, feared that it might have been all a misunderstanding, but her heart needed to know. She gathered all the courage she could and asked, "What do you mean?"

Kirika pondered the question, not sure how to word her response, "I... I'm with you, always. And if love means not wanting to leave you, then I, I love you, right?"

Mireille heart tore with each word she heard, wanting to believe what she heard, but knowing Kirika didn't really understand. Mireille tried not to let it show, she gathered up everything she had inside of her, the pain was terrible, but she had to know, she had to keep digging.

"Well there is more to love to that. It's not just being with someone, it's a deeper feeling. I don't know, it's hard to explain... It's wanting to protect that person. It's wanting to help that person. To never let that person feel sadness, loneliness. Wanting to spend every day with that person because when you are with them, you feel better. And if you are separated from that person, you feel terrible, you miss that person. Love fills you, makes it hard to breath, makes your heart pound in your chest. Every thought you have of that person makes you smile and makes your legs weak, makes you stomach feel funny. Love is the most powerful thing you can feel, stronger than anything else." Mireille's eyes filled with tears, her heart split, her emotions were too much for her to control. The pain was too much.

Kirika sat there, looking at Mireille across the kitchen table, their food had gone cold hours ago. Kirika could see that Mireille was upset, but didn't know why. Her mind tried to understand the explanation she was given of what love was. Everything Mireille had said, was what she felt. Every word trigged a connection between the feelings she had, and added labels to them. She never knew what those feelings were, they hurt much more than pain, but somehow, they felt wonderful. Every word made sense. She looked at Mireille, their eyes met and she felt a powerful swell of emotions, something connecting them. "I think, I feel those ways about you, Mireille. I... I think I love you."

Mireille felt a weight had been lifted off her chest, her body seemed to be floating. Those words, those words she longed for, had just been spoken. The one she had been side by side with for so long, spoke those words. But what changed, they shared their lives together, side by side. Her heart beat, for the first time in her life, differently. Her mind raced, what did this mean. She stood up out of her chair, the room wobbling. She watched Kirika get out of her own chair, what did this mean. She took a step forward, Kirika seemed to copy her motion. Her heart panicked, why? She had no idea what she was doing, but she took another step toward Kirika. Each step felt like falling, her heart feeling everything she had bottled up for years. Her body trembled as she stood in front of Kirika, looking down in to her eyes. Her eyes, suddenly different, exciting. Something was different in her partners eyes, her eyes had always been cold and calculating. Her eyes always looking for the next target, looking for any form of danger. But now, her eyes seemed full of wonder, as if there was a story in those eyes, Mireille only needed to gaze in to them to learn the secrets they held. For the first time, she truly saw Kirika.

As she looked in to those soft hazel eyes, her body seemed to soften. Kirika's kind eyes pierced her hardened heart, bringing up feelings she hadn't felt before in her in her life. It was a feeling that scared her, a feeling that excited her. They weren’t the same old feelings of hidden longing, but those of passion and wanting. Kirika tilted her head, trying to figure out why Mireille was looking at her so intensely, but she couldn't read the blonde’s deep blue eyes. Mireille smiled, trying to tell her what her heart was yelling out in her chest. Her heart beat harder than she knew was possible, burned deeper than she knew was safe, but she didn't fight it. She let her passion burn with a white hot intensity that even if it killed her, it would be worth the pain. Something that was this powerful, she had no right to stop. When a fire burns so beautifully that firemen stop in awe, so touched by its need to burn, no one had the right to stop it.

Mireille was afraid, afraid of what she might do to Kirika. Her passion consumed her, all the years bottled up inside came crashing out, the floodgates unable to stop the flow of emotions. Her breathing became heavy as the air seemed to disappear from the room. She cautiously reached her arm out, afraid it might be lost, but knowing the reward was worth the risk. She touched Kirika's shoulder, Kirika looked up at her, unsure, unknowing. Mireille's heart beat so hard it fought with her lungs for its right to exist. Scared beyond her darkest fear, she pulled Kirika closer, closer, her arms trembling. As their lips met, Mireille felt her own lips burn with a passion only known to the two in that room, a passion that had grown for years without any warning signs. She felt her very soul come to life in that moment, Kirika's soft tender lips told stories of love, of kindness, of sorrow, of pain. Mireille breathed in the very essence that was Kirika, her breath hot with emotion. Something as simple as contact of skin, defined Mireille's very existence in this world. Her only meaning in life was her, in this moment. Here, feeling the eternal fire that the world had only dreamed of. And just like the soft touch of a butterflies wings, it was over as suddenly as it started.

"Mireille... I…" Kirika gasped, her eyes filled up with tears.

"It's alright." Mireille smiled, overjoyed by what just happened, but frightened of what she had just done to her partner. She had let her emotions control her like that. Her heart was bursting with joy, but her soul fearing what might have been too much.

Kirika looked around, like a frightened child, "I don't know, I don't know what I'm…"

"That’s okay." Mireille said as she held on to her partners hand for dear life, trying to comfort her, and trying to convince herself that what she did was right.

"But I..." Kirika whined.

Mireille pulled her in close, thinking her body's reassuring warmth would comfort the frightened child. "It'll be alright, we'll take things slow, there no rush, I’ll always be here with you."

Another day, another morning, but this time there was something different between them. There was a heavy feeling in the air, like they had just found out that the sky was blue after a lifetime of proclaiming that it had been red. What Mireille really needed was time. Time to sort out her emotions, time to rethink her actions. She watched her partner sitting in her usual chair, trying to make sense of it all. She was afraid that she had moved too quickly. It was all too much for her to deal with, so she grabbed her Walther and headed out the door, a job still needed to be finished.

Everything was as it was just one day before, her target sitting alone waiting for his female companion to arrive, but to Mireille, the entire world had changed. It seemed empty and hollow without Kirika by her side. She hadn't noticed it before, but she really felt alone when Kirika wasn’t around. When the woman’s car pulled up to the gate, her mind snapped to what she knew best. She only had four minutes from the time the woman reached the gate, parked and made it through the building. The garden made good cover as she ran up to the building. A simple climb up on to the balcony, and she was standing face to face with her target. No last words, no long complicated speeches, just one shot to the head he crumpled to the ground. Then, just to make sure, she rolled over, placed the barrel of her gun to the tip of his left shoulder blade, and pulled the trigger. A simple shot, right through the heart, a guaranteed kill. For some reason, she stood there, wondering what it felt like to be shot through the heart. She wondered if it felt anything as bad as what she was feeling right now. She felt the flood gates release again, filling her with the same painful regret she had been hiding from. Emotions washed over her heart, paralyzing her… until she heard a scream. Her four minutes were up.

Round after round, body after body, this simple mission was turning in to a blood bath. For some reason, when someone screams blood murder, everybody within earshot decides to run right towards the scream, not thinking it might not be safe. Every one of them had been innocent bystanders, and every one of them had to be taken care of. Not leaving any witnesses was one of the most important parts of her job. Lucky for Mireille, none of the guard seemed to be armed, but there sure seemed to be a lot of them. She tried her best to avoid as many people as possible as she made her way out of the country club that had changed from a place of rest and relaxation, to a slaughter house. By the time she made it back home, her clothes were bloody and torn.

Kirika, who had been waiting by the door, threw her arms around her partner, "Mireille, are you okay?" What happened?" Her doe like eyes were filled with concern.

"Job went wrong, I had to fight my way out." Mireille sighed, taking comfort in her partner’s arms.

Tears filled Kirika's eyes, "I should have been there, I should have been with you."

Mireille gave her a weak smile, "It's fine, I'm back now aren't I?"

Kirika shook her head, tears falling from her eyes, "No, I should always be there with you. Mireille, I love you."

Mireille's heart throbbed painfully, "But I thought I..."

Kirika stopped her, "I was just scared. I didn't know what was happening."

Mireille took a step away from her, "I know, that's why I said we should take this slow, I knew you weren't ready for something like this."

Kirika then took a step towards Mireille, closing the gap. She looked up, up in to Mireille deep blue eyes. It was like looking up at the sky on a clear blue day, "No, I am ready. I love you."

She pushed her lips up to Mireille's, trying to prove her strength. Something else flared as their lips met this time, it wasn't passion. The desperation was gone from Mireille's heart, replaced by a deep sense of happiness. With her fires tamed, her mind now free to enjoy the simple pleasure shared by the two who had known one another for so long.

Kirika's arms found their way on to Mireille body, startling her making her jump back.

"What are you doing?" Mireille gasped

Kirika eyes filled with apology, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean… I just felt, I wanted..."

Mireille smiled, put her own arms around Kirika, and whispered, "It's ok, I was just surprised, I didn't think you were ready to move that fast."

Kirika tiled her head, "Fast?"

Mireille laughed, "Yeah. I've wanted to do this ever since I met you, but you seemed so shy."

Kirika tried to prove her wrong by putting her arms around her partner, and nuzzling her face in to her shoulder.

Mireille giggle, "You really don't know what you are doing do you."

Kirika looked down, embarrassed.

"It's ok," Mireille said reassuringly, "I can show you, if you’re ready."

Kirika nodded nervously.

The blond led her partner in to the living room, settling down with her on the couch.

"What are we..." Kirika started before Mireille shushed her.

She leaned in and kissed the startled girl, "I want you to kiss me."

"But you just did..." Kirika said perplexed.

Mireille shushed her again, "It’s not about us kissing, it's about you being comfortable enough to kiss me."

Kirika nodded, tilted her head and leaned in, but stopped inches from Mireille's lips. Mireille looked disappointed, "What's wrong?"

Kirika's face light up red, "It's embarrassing."

"You kissed me before." Mireille said, wanting to do it herself.

The shy girl shook her head, "Yeah, but now you're just sitting there, it's embarrassing."

"Come on, I won't bite," Mireille teased.

Kirika closed her eyes, leaned in and kissed Mireille, right on the chin. Mireille burst out laughing and Kirika buried her face in her hands, her whole body trembling and turning beet red.

Mireille had trouble speaking because she was laughing so hard. "It's helps if you can see you target."

Kirika pouted, "Don't make fun of me, this is too embarrassing."

Mireille stopped, "I'm sorry, you're just so cute."

Kirika smiled up at her through the tears in her eyes, "Really?"

Mireille leaned in and kissed her, "Yes really"

Another night, but the first evening spent together, as opposed to just being next to each other. There was a tension in the air, because it was the first time they would be sharing a bed, not just sleeping next to each other. Mireille was too afraid to try anything, afraid of letting her passion take over her again, and pushing Kirika too far. Kirika seemed to be opening up quicker than Mireille expected. Within the first few minutes after climbing in to bed after the lights were turned off, Mireille felt Kirika's arms on her back, felt her put her arms around her, holding on to her tightly. It was strange, yet comforting, Mireille just hoped she could keep her own arms to herself.

The next day started off with something different in the air. Somehow the air itself seemed lighter, happier. Mireille felt warmer than normal, and realized there was another person holding on to her. She smiled and let the sleeping girl be. An hour went by before Kirika's eyes finally stirred.

"Good morning, sleepy head." Mireille said with a soft smile.

Kirika wiped the sleep from her eyes, still pressed up against Mireille. "You’re warm." Kirika said lazily.

Mireille smiled deeper, "Yeah, you are too."

The morning started off like every other morning, a light breakfast follow by Mireille checking through her email for any contracts. There were a few offers, some that even seemed like an easy hit, quick money, but she decided there were more important things that needed to be done.

The blond set down her tea and called out, "Hey, Kirika. Do you think you're ready to learn some more of what we started last night?"

Kirika leaned over and kissed Mireille without any hesitation, this time kissing her on the lips, "I can kiss you without getting embarrassed, what else is there to learn?"

The devil in Mireille's body winked at her, "Oh, there's a few more things I can show you."

Mireille sat her puzzled partner down on the couch again, saying, "Ok, if you think you are ready, I want you to touch me."

Kirika reached her arm out and placed it on Mireille's shoulder.

Mireille rolled her eyes, "Ok, that was good... Now I want you to really touch me."

Kirika looked at Mireille, looked at her hand looked back at Mireille then back at her hand. Mireille could see the gears turning in Kirika's mind, then Kirika reached out, and placed her hand on Mireille's face.

Mireille burst out laughing again, "What are you doing? Here, here, I'll show you. Would that be ok?"

Kirika nodded. Mireille really didn't know where to start, so she reached out and touched Kirika's face, but softly caressing it. She reached her other hand out, and placed it on Kirika's shoulder and started to rub it, massage it. She let her fingers flow softly around Kirika's frame, down to her stomach, where the devil appeared again, and she tickled the unsuspecting girl. It was the first time she had heard Kirika laugh.

Kirika pleaded, "What are... you... doing? Stop... I can't... I can't breathe..."

Mireille stopped, giggling to herself. "I'm sorry, you're just too cute."

Kirika had always been able to learn any martial art technique just by seeing it once, and this was the same kind of thing, "Let's see if you like it!"

Kirika jumped on Mireille and preformed the same thing on Mireille's stomach. The blond tired to stop her, but the young Japanese girl had always been stronger than she looked. Mireille was laughing so hard she was crying before Kirika finally stopped.

It took Mireille a few moments before she finally caught her breath. "I'm glad you to see you've finally opened up a little. You always seemed so quiet, I never imagined you could be this... fun."

Kirika slid her body next to Mireille, leaned her head on Mireille's shoulder and whispered, "Well, this all feels strange, really strange. But I like it, with you, like this."

Day after day, they grew closer, day after day, Kirika opened up. But there was still something else on Mireille mind, there was something else she craved. Every time the thought popped in to her mind she would shut it a way. Every time she felt that way, she would tuck the feeling down deep, not wanting to hurt Kirika again. When they would touch Mireille would avoid those places, and Kirika was learning from her. It was a frustrating cycle, but Mireille refused to push Kirika further than she was willing to go. Weeks went by and it really started eating away at Mireille, driving her mad. After a while, Mireille was letting her lips linger longer when they kissed, letting her body press harder against Kirika’s hands.

Mireille leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "You know, you can do anything you want with me. Is there anything you’d like to try?"

Kirika's face blushed and she looked away.

Mireille noticed the less than subtle motion, "Well, is there?"

Looking even further away, Kirika said, "It's embarrassing."

Mireille gently pulled Kirika's chin back to her, so they were staring face to face. "Kirika, what have we been doing this whole time. I thought you've gotten past being embarrassed."

Kirika's face turned a dark red.

"What is it?" Mireille begged.

"I can't say it, it's too embarrassing." Kirika said, struggling to escape.

Knowing that she wasn’t going to win that battle, Mireille tried a different tactic, "Well, you don't have to say it. If you want, you can just do it."

Kirika head tilted, "Really? But what if you..."

The blond shushed her again, "As long as it's with you, anything is fine with me."

Kirika motioned for Mireille to lie down on the couch. Mireille did, feeling her heart started beating faster with excitement. There was a little hesitation, but soon enough, Kirika reached down and kissed Mireille on the lips.

Mireille breathed up at her, "Is that all, how is this embarrassing?"

Kirika smiled to herself and with nervous hands, she started tugging on Mireille's shirt. Mireille eyes lit up as she realized what Kirika was trying to do, she reached down and pulled her shirt off over her head.

"How did you," Kirika started, but Mireille cut her off,

"It's ok, don't worry about it." Kirika's hands trembled as she looked at Mireille's breast, coved only by the thin fabric of her bra.

"Are you sure it's ok?" Kirika asked nervously.

Mireille rolled her eyes, "Of course its okay, I keep telling you."

Kirika nodded, reaching her hand out, feeling it tremble nervously. As it inched forward, her heart beat faster, her breath growing short, and then finally, she touched it. The first thing she noticed was how soft it was. Her own breasts were so small they really didn't have much in the way of shape or texture, but Mireille's over shadowed hers by a long shot. Her hand stopped shaking as she pressed her hand in to it, feeling just how soft it was. Mireille let out a long breathy moan.

Pulling her hand away, Kirika asked, "Are you ok?"

Mireille giggled to herself, "Yes. From now on don't stop until I tell you to."

Kirika nodded, not sure of what she meant. She returned to the mound, more focused than ever. She let her fingers trace the outline of Mireille's breasts, following the curves and crevasses. Slowly she watched her finger disappear beneath the cleavage, slightly amazed. She traced the fabric, admiring the clothing of the older woman, her bra fit her high fashion life style. It was unlike anything Kirika had ever seen, or thought of wearing.

"If it's in the way, I can take it off." Mireille piped in, startling Kirika out of her trance.

"I don't know..." Kirika blushed.

Mireille reached back and removed the last piece of clothing that was holding back her breast. Kirika watched in amazement as they fell to rest, moved by their own weight. She reached down and cupped one of them in her hand, it felt softer now that it wasn't being restrained. She pushed in up, over watched as it moved under her control. She gave it a firm squeeze, pushing the warm flesh down and rotating in slightly. Mireille moaned loudly, causing Kirika to stop again.

"Sorry." The shy girl said quickly, snatching her hand back.

Mireille got a little upset, "What did I tell you about stopping?"

Kirika's hand returned to Mireille flesh, "Sorry."

Kirika started to relax, feeling she could do what she wanted with Mireille, and nothing bad would happen. She first went to what she had wanted to do from the beginning. She planted herself face first in between Mireille breast, rubbing her cheeks in to them.

Mireille giggled, "Well, that's unexpected. It feels good."

This encouraged Kirika to step it up a notch. She bent down, nuzzling one of her breasts with her nose, breathing in deeply, really feeling close to Mireille. Then unexpectedly, she wrapped her lips around one of Mireille's nipple, wetting it with her tongue. Mireille gasped out in surprise and excitement. She turned her head, pressing the flesh down with her face, pulling the nipple around with her. Soft and gentle, as she was taught on how to touch, her lips caressed it, massaged it. She moved her mouth deeper, let her tongue brush up against it again. Mireille’s breathing picked up, turned to panting. Mireille tried to say something, but the pleasure she had been craving for so long made it hard to think. Kirika heard Mireille but didn't understand the sounds that came out of her mouth. Her lips pulled on Mireille's nipple, as she tried to move her head closer to Mireille's mouth to her what she said, but her lips slipped, causing the nipple to pop out of her mouth.

"Sorry" Kirika exclaimed.

"Why are you applolg-a-ahhhhh" Mireille tried to say, but Kirika pulled the nipple back in to her mouth, the feeling cutting Mireille's sentence short.

"Kirika, I want more." Mireille said, letting her hands drift down to her crotch. She was at the point where she almost didn’t care if Kirika was ready or not.

"What more do you want me to do?" Kirika asked eagerly.

To be continued