Here we go... very fluffy i'm afraid... VERY... fluffy.
Chapter 6 - Of Hangovers and Dance.
The first thing she was ware of was the pounding of her head, beating like a drum and wracking her mind with pain. Then came the furriness in her mouth and the feeling that her tongue was too large for her. Then eveyrthing crashed down.
Mireille moaned softly. Hangover... she tried to move but found herself still unaware of her surroundings, instead of her body rising as expected she only managed to dislodge a warm weight laying on her, causing it to roll off her and moan slightly. The effort having exhausted her Mireille laid back down, reaching out a careless arm to switch on the light at the side of their bed. Without thought she flicked it on.
The room flared into bright light, searing into Mireille's bloodshot orbs and burning away at her, with a quick gasp she closed her eyes against the agony. The shape that was Kirika let out a long groan and buried her head in Mireille's stomach. Mireille left it on however, determined to accustom both their eyes to the light.
"Kirika, we're going to have to get up..." Mireille urged, hating the idea herself. She wanted nothing more than to lay here for another hour or two, however if they didn't eat the hangover might get worse. Kirika didn't offer a reply, but also didn't move from slumping over Mireille's stomach, the blonde began to think she had gone to sleep again. What HAD they done last night, Mireille could vaguely remember having one too many drinks and then a brief memory of putting Kirika to bed, then she had fallen asleep.
Nothing to do, but get up. Maybe I could leave Kirika to sleep for another few minutes. So thinking, she slowly eased herself away from Kirika and slipped out from under her tired arms. However she stopped when Kirika moved, with agonisingly slow, delieberate moves Kirika wrapped her arms tighter around Mireille's body and pulled herself up until she was resting with her head below Mireille's neck. Like a young blind mouse seeking the proptection of it's mother, so Kirika looked, with her eyes scrunched shut to keep out the light and her pretty face in a small grimace.
Mireille almost laughed, except that she was sure if she did her headache would only get worse. But i still need to get up.
"Sorry Kirika, we need to get up. Come on." She urged in a gentle tone, it was after all the girl's first ever hangover, she had not had the experience, scant as it was, that Mireille possessed. At least Mireille had suffered one hangover before... Despite her urgings Kirika merely tightened her hold and buried her face further into Mireille's neck.
"Uh-uh." She pleaded in the negative, almost begging. Mireille's resistance melted in that voice, so endearing and soft. The girl was in pain, all because of Mireille's idea to get drunk...
"Shhh... it's okay, i'll stay here then. We'll sleep for a bit longer..." She cooed, gently placing her hands on either side of Kirika's head and massaging her temples, the girl's muscles went slack as she collapsed against the blonde, moaning softly in appreciation of the gentle motions. After a few moments Kirika snuggled back into Mireille and drifted to sleep, soon followed by the Corsican herself.
When they awoke two hours later, Kirika's hagover seemed to have dissipitated somewhat, and the Asian allowed Mireille to get up and leave for a morning shower. Mireille disrobed and stood in the shower just as she heard music start playing from outside.
Hmmm... Kirika's found some music? I wonder what music she likes... The vulgar rapping of eminem poured forth from the stereo and Mireille's face twisted in horror as she thought of her little Kirika moshing, but luckily it was quickly stopped. Another softer piece came on, a classical piece that was more relaxing. Mireille laughed at her own worries and turned on the shower, letting the cascading water drown the sounds from outside.
In truth her own head was still splitting, although she was feeling upright on her feet and the nasua had dimmed somewhat. Plus her eyes were now accustomed to the light.
Why did i have to get drunk last night? And to drag Kirika down as well, hardly the actions of a good friend... I just hope i didn't embarass myself...
An image came to her mind, herself with head downtilted and with Kirika leaning up into her, both of them kissing passionately.
Mireille started and the image vanished instantly, with a suddering breath she closed her eyes and let the water wash over her. Whay had that image come to her? She was perhaps reading too much into this thing, about the neighbours. The accusation was obviously making her think thoughts that she wouldn't normally have thought. As if she was testing their thoughts out, just to make sure it wasn't true.
I mean... it's not like I've been attracted to girls before... In reality she had not been attracted to many people, a few handsome men had caught her eye, but had shown that they did not have the personality to attract her. If she were to ever enter a relationship, and with her job it had always been unlikely, she wanted a long one. Not just a quick rut like those men had desired. Still, no one had come close to her standards, and as such she had never entered a relationship.
Never with any men, nor any women.
But does that necessarily mean I'm not a lesbian...? Hey, wait. Why am i arguing that i MIGHT be?
"Ehh... this is stupid." She sighed, quickly lathering her long blonde hair with shampoo and rinsing it out. Maybe... I should just carry on like normal, and let whatever happens... happen.
"Why am I so confused...?"
Kirika was currently laying on the couch, one head propped against a few pillows with her arms dangling limply and one foot on the other armrest. Not a position she was used to sitting in. But with her head still pounding slightly, and the painkillers yet to kick in... Kirika was not feeling very active.
Still, the music was relaxing to her. Some of it anyway, she had placed a huge CD in, with literally hundreds of songs on it, and she had simply let them play. Even when the horrible heavy guitar had come on, she had not the energy to move... simply wishing her Beretta M1934 was nearby. At least the current piece was to her liking... a soft orchestral tune she had never heard before...(Pachelbel's Canon)... The instruments were foreign to her, never having any musical training, although Mireille had of course sought to teach her all that might be important.
Mireille.
She was the cause of the pain in her head. Kirika knew it was so, and she was sure she should be angry with the blonde. But after this morning, when she had comforted her and slept longer with her, something she had NEVER been willing to do before... There was just no way she could be angry with her. She felt closer to her than ever before.
Without her even realising it, a dreamy expression had come up on her face. Mireille had been so soft and kind, Kirika had felt so safe nestled in her warmth. As if there was no worries in the world for them, only Mireille's steady heart beat.
A door opened and closed, making Kirika sit up and look around. A flash of pain through her head made her wince but she ignored it and searched for the intruder, before Mireille padded into the room, heading towards the bedroom.
Kirika's eyes were wide. Dressed in only a white towel, that covered her body but only reached down to her knees, Mireille's creamy skin was wet with small drips of water, and her hair was soaked and hanging over one shoulder. Kirika couldn't stop her eyes from wandering over her partner's form.
"Oh, hi Kirika, are you feeling better now?" The blonde asked in a friendly voice, making Kirika smile slightly and offer a nod and a small sound in the affirmative. "Good, i'm just going to go and dry my hair and get changed." Again Kirika nodded and Mireille walked past, Kirika didn't try and stop herself from following her partner with her eyes. Was it just her? or was Mireille almost subconsciously swinging her hips as she walked?
Shrugging but not being able to get rid of the image Kirika sat back down on the couch and listened to the music, inside thinking to herself.
I want to walk into the bedroom. Mireille would be clothing herself... why do I want to watch that? She knew that Mireille would not mind her being there, though if Mireille caught her watching her, then she might send her out. Kirika didn't understand anything like that... why was it considered wrong for her to watch her partner, but alright to be there? Alteana had never spoken of anything like this, and Chloé had only been too happy for them to both be naked.
Chloé had kissed her. She could remember that, it had felt like nothing, only a touching of lips. Slightly strange but unremarkable. What had been it's purpose then? Why had Chloé done it? Why when they were naked as well? Was it something that you did with someone whilst naked?
Would Mireille tell her?
Something told her that asking would be a bad idea.
Kirika was very confused.
But at the same time...
Content.
Mireille confused her, constantly. She did not understand any of the feelings she had for her partner, or why the Corsican was so kind to her. After she had made her an orphan, dragged her through countless dangers and tried to kill her... still Mireille continued to not only tolerate her, but watch over her. It made her cry sometimes, though she did not realise why.
I'll make a wish and it to heaven that makes you want to cry,
The tears of joy for all the pleasure and your certainty,
While we're surrounded by the comfort and protection of the ..
Highest power... in whom the hour... the tears that fell were you...
Kirika stopped as she heard those words comeing from the speaker... tears of joy... That was what she felt, maybe this song held the answer for her...
I want to stand with you on a mountain, I want to bathe with you in the sea,
I want to lay like this forever, until the sky falls down on me...
Kirika felt like that as well, no matter what happened to Mireille she would not abandon her, and wanted to stay with her, that very morning she had wanted to stay asleep with Mireille...
I'll be your dream, i'll be your wish, i'll be your fantasy,
I'll be your hope, i'll be your love, be everything you need.
I will be strong i will be faithful, because i'm counting on a...
New beginning... a reason for living...
Love? Hope, dream, fantasy? Kirika didn't understand it all, was this love? Was this feeling of what she had for Mireille... was it what she really felt? There was no way to tell... Kirika had heard of it, it's connections with Valentine's day and such. But she had never understood it, never having felt it. How was she to now know? The song mentioned nothing about her quickening pace, her erratic thoughts and her overly dry mouth. Nor the deep embarassment she felt if she got too close to the beautiful blonde.
"You're awfully still Kirika..." The voice of her partner stated, making her jump and look at her worriedly, as if Mireille had been able to read her thoughts. The blonde though simply had a confused expression on her face, as if she was wondering what Kirika was trying to hide... Luckily the song, and it's implications had finished.
"Do you like the music?" The blonde asked, Kirika nodded in return. "Tell me which ones you like, tell me why you like them." Kirika understood what she really wanted, Mireille did not like Kirika being quiet for too long and becoming too withdrawn. Little by little she had been drawing the small girl into conversations, and making sure she talked properly and held the conversation. Kirika knew from experience that trying to end or shorten the conversation was not appreciated by the blonde.
"I like the slow ones." She bagan softly, makign Mireille smile, Kirika liked that she could make her smile so easily, " The soft ones. The loud guitar songs aren't as nice, they're too... loud."
"I know what you mean. Hey Kirika..." She trailed off and waited. Kirika wanted to sigh.
"Yes Mireille?"
"Do you know how to dance?"
Kirika's ears perked up at the unexpected turn in conversation. Dancing? Kirika realised that she had never thought of such a thing, not once. The only times she had ever seen people dancing was when they would sneak into a party to reach a target. She remembered that those who were dancing always seemed so happy, right before their faces would twist into masks of horror. Then the blood would flow. Kirika was sure any normal person would be disturbed by the morbid memories, but she had long been past such emotion. Instead she simply shook her head in answer to Mireille's question.
"Would you like to learn?" Mireille's voice was neutral, carefully so. So much so that Kirika could not tell what thoughts were going through her mind. Her initial thought was to refuse... but those people had seemed so happy. Kirika wanted to know what it was they found so pleasing. What was it about this dancing that made them smile so?
Kirika nodded once and sat still, waiting for Mireille to tell her what to do. The blonde let a lop sided grin appear on her face.
"Well you need to stand up silly!" She laughed, making Kirika almost blush as she stood up. "Come here, closer," Kirika did so, standing only a foot away from Mireille, it felt too close. "Okay, all this music is slow you said?" Kirika nodded. "So we're going to try slow dancing, I could teach you the Gavotte but that might be a little too complicated..." Kirika merely stood there still, not understand much of what her partner was saying, but content to simply listen to the sound of her voice.
"Well here goes, place one arm around my waist." Kirika paused and blushed, not quite finishing her gesture of encircling the blonde's slim waist. Mireille gave her a small smile and pulled her arm the rest of the way around. Kirika let her hand rest on her hip, barely touching her. "Good. Now put the other around..." This time there was less hesitation. Finishing with her other hand over the back of Mireille's skirt.
As Kirika was waiting for her next instructions Mireille wrapped her arms quickly over her shoulders and around her neck making the small girl jump slightly before giving Mireille a sheepish smile. It felt strange, being so close to her, with her own arms around Mireille's waist and the blonde's around her neck. Strange... but defenitely not in a bad way.
"It's easy from here, just move with your partner. Step left a bit, then right, not too quickly, just slow steps. Remember it's not about how fast you can go, or how much you step. Just relax and enoy yourself. Okay?"
"uh-huh." Kirika replied quietley.
"Look, the song is ending. We'll dance to the next one, just relax." Kirika nodded, determined to do well. She felt a strange desire to make Mireille proud of her. Although she didn't realise it, she already wore the expression that so many dancing couples had worn before her.
Why did I decide to dance with Kirika? She asked herself that for what must have been the third time. It had just seemed so natural, and her making Kirika wrap her arms around her waist. It didn't feel wrong at all. In fact it felt nice to hold somebody after so long. When she had been younger she had often danced with her brother Philippe and Uncle Claude. But they were both dead now, one by Kirika's hand, and the other by her own...
Still... surely this was going against what she wanted to prove. Or then again, maybe this was the best way to prove that she wasn't... inclined that way. Whatever happened to letting whatever happens happen? I was supposed let things run their course!
Not that it mattered now. Backing out would probably shame Kirika, and really, what was the worst that could happen. Just then the next song began to play.
Oooooohhhh... my looooovvvveeeee... myyyy darlliing...
Mireille almost swore to herself. There is no God... What were the chances of such a song coming on. It didn't matter, Kirika had begun moving, slowly and hesitantly, but for once taking initiative. Mireille happily caught up with her and danced along.
I've hungered forrr ... your touch. A looong lonely time...
Any worries were quickly lost as they moved slowly together, shaking and rocking in time to the soft melody. With a soft smile Mireille wrapped her arms a little tighter and rested her head near Kirika's, letting the hauntingly melodic tone wash over her.
Lonely river flows... to the sea, to the sea. To the open arms of the seaaa... Lonely river sighs... wait for me, wait for me... I'll be coming home... wait for meee...
Mireille's eyes were closed, and she could feel her huge smile, there was something so utterly calming about dancing with Kirika... something that made her so happy and content. She wondered if Kirika was feeling alright too, she'd probably be shocked, based on Mireille's odd behaviour. Stifling a laugh Mireille opened her eyes.
Oooooohhhh... my looooovvvveeeee... myyyy darlliing...
Kirika was staring at her. Her eyes so deep and penetrating, slightly lidded. Her lips were parted slightly, Mireille instantly felt her amusement fade, to be replaced with a more prominant emotion.
I''ve huuungered for... your touch.
Mireille could feel her mouth becoming dryer, they had stopped moving, had been still for maybe a minute now. She was sure that Kirika had not noticed that fact, in fact the small girl's eyes were glued to her own blue orbs. What am I doing?
Nothing, that was the answer. Kirika was moving slowly forwards, tilting her head softly to one side as she did so. Mireille could already feel her heart beating loudly in her breast, but she stilled herself and closed her eyes, unaware that her lips had parted and her breath was coming faster. Just a little closer...
Reer-crek... Vrrrrrrrr...
Mireille's eyes popped open as the strange sound assaulted her ear drums. Kirika's had as well, and before Mireille knew it the small girl had quickly stepped away and rushed off into an adjoining room, studiously ignoring anything else. Mireille blinked in disorientation, giving the loudly whirring steror system a sharp look as it rewinded the tape. She quickly licked her lips to wet them, since they had gone so dry as Kirika had almost...
Oh God... she almost... and I...
But the thing that confused her the most, as she looked sorrowfully at the closed door that Kirika was behind, what confused her... was how dissapointed she was that they had been interrupted...
If anyone is offended by me using song lyrics then warn me before reporting me, give me a chance to get rid of them. Anyway, i borrowed lyrics from Savage Garden's Trully, madly, deeply, and From Elvis presley's Unchained Melody.
Hmmm... too much fluff i think. Oh well, i'll try and make the next one more humerous. Anyway... umm... well. See you next time, please review. I am still here, i have not given up and probably will not, so dont panic. Divine Contract is going to take more time, as it is far more serious and hard to write. Anyway, i'll be going on holiday soon, so i'll probably get a lot done there.
Until then...
Please review... Please?
Next Episode: Hmm... i'm thinking of that fateful DVD they found on the 2nd chapter... but if anyone has objections. I would make it funny and not too ... dirty. I wouldnt intend to have them make rampant love on the couch. No matter how much some people might want it. lol.
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