Ahhhhhhhhh, yes, I wrote a new chapter…

I'm sorry for making you wait such a long time, but there were more ideas for two other stories, I wasn't able to focus on "a nightmare", but here it is, the new chapter, enjoy :)

WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO BEG FOR SOME REVIEWS:'(

A nightmare – Chapter 10

Kirika opened her eyes. She realized that she was alone in the bedroom.

"Mireille…", she murmured, then stood up and went into the livingroom. Mireille wasn't there. Kirika wondered where she could be.

Mireille, where have you gone?

She dressed up herself and made some tea. While she was drinking Mireille came in.

"Oh, good morning.", Mireille said, Kirika saw that the blonde felt guilty.

"Good morning.", she answered.

Mireille sat down next to Kirika and took her hand.

"I'm sorry.", she whispered.

"For what?", Kirika asked quietly.

"For leaving you alone without any message."

"It's alright, don't worry."

"...", Mireille smiled.

"Thank you." She leaned forward and kissed Kirika.

"I brought something for us.", She told her afterwards. She took a CD.

"Oh, what's that?", Kirika asked.

"It's a CD with music for dancing.", Mireille said happily, got up and went to the radio to turn on the music.

"Come on, dance with me, Kirika.", She called on. Kirika stood up and came to her.

"It's slow music, so we have to dance slowly. Just follow me." She made Kirika put her arms around her neck and put her own arms around Kirikas waist. Then it came from alone. The moved to the music, Kirika closed her eyes, leaned her head against Mireilles chest and sighed.

I never thought about dancing with Kirika… Though I always loved dancing. Strange.

But it's fun. It… makes me feel good somehow, holding her like this, listening to the music.

Mireille opened her eyes a little bit and looked at Kirika.

"The song is beautiful.", Kirika whispered so quietly Mireille could hardly hear it.

"Yes…", she sighed.

After a long time and many songs they stopped moving, staring at each other. Mireille didn't even realize that they had stopped dancing. She looked into Kirkkas brown eyes, her lips parted, she leaned down, Kirika leaned up, tilting her head to the left as they kissed. Somehow they made their way to the couch and sat down, Kirika sitting on Mireilles lap. Mireille pulled her closer and ran her fingers through Kirikas hair. Kirika let out a sigh.

Mireille…

She wrapped her arms tighter around Mireilles neck and sighed again. Mireille gently stroke her back. Kirika took a deep breath in, Mireilles smell teased her nose.

This clean, pleasant smell… I love it like I love you Mireille.

"I love you, Kirika…", Mireille whispered softly.

"I love you, too.", Kirika answered quietly.

Suddenly a loud guitar song began, making Kirika and Mireille jump.

They stared at each other, surprised, then bursted into laughter.

"Oh my…", Mireille laughed, "wow… I nearly jumped out of my skin!" She crashed Kirika against herself, Kirika yelled happily, still giggling.

"Ahhhhh…", Mireille sighed after calming down, turning the song off and sitting on the couch again. Kirika was next to her, still grinning.

What is so funny of jumping because of a silly song? Why am I still grinning?

… because this is stupid.

Being shocked by a song.

This is just so stupid.

Kirika laughed again, Mireille smiled at her. She was happy to see Kirika smile, and even laugh.

"Kirika…", Mireille sighed.

Kirika looked at her, her eyes affectionately on Mireilles blue orbs. She reached out and touched Mireilles cheek, Mireille closed her eyes. She enjoyed the warmth of Kirikas hand. She wrappend one arm around Kirikas shoulder and pulled her closer.

"Kirika", she said again, their faces coming nearer and nearer to each other.

"I love you.", she whispered just one second before their lips touched.

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"MIREILLE!", Kirika screamed, making Mireille jump and yelp in surprise. Kirika clinged to Mireille as the blonde embraced her.

"Shhhh… It was just a nightmare again… only a dream…", Mireille tried to soothe her while stroking her back and rocking her gently. It touched her in a strange way to see Kirika suffer. Mireille sometimes thought she herself could feel Kirikas pain and despair. Kirikas tears fell onto her neck and into her nightshirt, but she didn't care.

I have to do something. It can't go on like this. Everynight she suffers, everynight the nightmares haunt her, this just doesn't work.

But what can I do?

Therapy? NO. I won't have that.

"Mireille?", Kirika whimpered, interrupting Mireilles thoughts.

"Yes?"

"Could you… dance with me?"

Mireille was surprised.

Dance? Why does she want to dance?

No matter.

"Of course."

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Mireille turned the music on. Slow, soft songs sounded right. She held one hand out to Kirika. Kirika took it and came close to Mireille, leaning against the taller woman's body and putting her arms around Mireilles waist. She buried her face into Mireilles neck and closed her eyes. Mireille sighed and put her arms around Kirikas slim form. They started dancing.

After a few minutes Mireille felt Kirika relax.

Dancing calms her? Alright… but we can't dance everynight.

…Why not?

No.

I can't get up everynight to dance.

But maybe this is the only thing that calms her.

Mireille started to hum. Kirika lifted her head and looked at the blonde. A small smile came onto her lips as she let her head rest again.

When Mireille stopped Kirika softly whispered:

"Don't… please go on."

Mireille complied.

Why isn't there any mercy for my love… Why does she have to bear those nightmares…?

This is just so… ah.

I can't explain it.

As long as there is pain, my tears will fall like the rain.

As long as there is love, I will smile and laugh for the one I love.

Maybe we will lose.

No.

I've learned the hard way to never let it get that far. My heart can possibly break, but I don't care.

Everything I do is just for you, Kirika. I coukd never live without you, and we will fight your ghosts until they disappear. I am sure we'll make it, petite. Just because of you. I hear you cry every night…

So dance with me.

Dance with me until there's nothing left to make you cry.