FINALLY! Good GOD you would not believe the trouble i had getting this up. I am still In spain after all. Anyway, note to some. I am very sorry that my spelling was poor lately, no spellcheck, so this is on a different PC, with spellcheck. Anyway, it may have seemed like i ignore someones message last time highlighting spelling errors, i did not mean to seem like an idiot not caring... i just didnt want to change it, because then people might get their hopes up about a new chapter! Just to find that it´s not... Sorry, i just didnt want to annoy people like that.
Chapter 7 - Resisting.
Kirika was confused. She felt lost. So much had happened in the last few days, more than would have happened in weeks had they been living their normal lives. They had become so much closer, even Kirika with her malnourished social abilities was able to see that.
They had been getting closer, but the last incident had only served to push them further apart. Kirika had truly enjoyed dancing with Mireille, but the embarrassing feelings afterwards, when they pulled apart from each other…. They had been about to kiss. Kirika knew that. Chloe had kissed her, but it had been nothing… yet something told her that kissing Mireille would have been something… not nothing.
But she did not understand why. She had seen people kiss, Silvana had kissed Mireille, yet that had conveyed a promise of death. She had seen men and women kiss, sometimes chaste touches of the lips, sometimes more. She had seen women kiss small babies and young children. Old men kiss their daughter's cheeks. But none of these seemed to apply in the case with Mireille. Mireille was not family, not in the same way the people above had been. Nor was she a man. True, she had also seen women kissing women, but it had been young girls and usually just a kiss on the cheek.
Why was Mireille angry? That was another question. Was she annoyed that Kirika had tried to kiss her? Or perhaps that Kirika had not kissed her…
How was she to know? All she knew was that Mireille was angry with her, or maybe not angry but disappointed. A feeling which hurt Kirika more than any anger would. She could handle Mireille angry with her, but not the sense that she had failed the blonde in some way.
Is this what they meant? A… lesbian? Two women living intimately? Mireille seemed to detest the word, but still Kirika did not know what it meant. Almost without thought her eyes flickered once to the stack of DVD's, before leaving them instantly, as if she had been caught peeking at something she should not have.
Still…. The curiosity nagged at her. She needed to know. Wanted to know. After all, was it not a good thing to amass as much knowledge as possible? Mireille had said to watch it when she wasn't around. Had she meant it sarcastically? Kirika was aware of sarcasm, but at times a little less adept at catching it.
Surely Mireille would not be angry at her for having a little look? Surely?
She quickly looked around, feeling so anxious as she scanned the surrounding rooms. Where was Mireille? In bed? The shower? She could not hear any running water… What did it matter? She was not doing anything wrong. But something told her that she did not want Mireille to know she was watching this… and Kirika always trusted her instincts.
Silently she crawled from the couch and sidled up to the player, switching it on and ejecting the current disc, with the same speed she could dismantle a gun she put the disk in it's relevant case and twirled the other case forwards. For a moment she paused. It was rated eighteen. Not that age ratings had ever bothered her, they broke every other law there was. There was also no pictures on it, nothing to indicate what was on it… already alarm bells were ringing in her head but she easily ignored them. If this DVD held the answers to her questions, then she would have them.
The disk entered the machine slowly and Kirika retreated to the couch, laying back on it slightly in an attempt to get comfortable. She was sure that Mireille was in bed, and she could see the door out of the corner of her eye, Mireille would not catch her unawares.
A black screen came up, with a selection of play, scene select, etc… as Kirika had expected, idly she pressed play and waited. Immediately strange music came from the speakers, playing a slow, but odd tune. Shrugging, but deciding it was unimportant Kirika merely waited for it to end. Idly she wondered how it would begin… it would obviously have two girls in it, would they be friends, school students, co-workers? She was used to the usual ways that films worked, having seen a couple of them. None of them however, could have prepared her for how this one began.
"Uhhhhh…..OOOOOHHHHH! AHHHHH!" Kirika's mind froze for a brief moment at the sound of the pleasure filled moan coming from the speakers, right before it jumped into overdrive. With speed enhanced from her profession she snatched the remote and hammered down on the volume button, begging it to go down faster as the moans continued, not becoming quieter fast enough for her liking. It levelled out, to a reasonable volume, only really just audible and she fell back in relief, watching the door to Mireille's room with one finger hovering over a different channel button.
"Uhhhhh…..OOOOOHHHHH! AHHHHH!" Mireille awoke instantly, her mind addled as she shot into a sitting position from where she had been asleep. What the HELL had that been? She listened for anything else but heard nothing. Shrugging to herself, but deciding that she would get no more sleep she stood and began to get dressed.
What to wear today? Oh, I know. The white blouse and the denim jeans. Little matter that the blouse was almost revealing and the jeans were a little tight, it was only Kirika after all….
Somewhere…. An author was laughing…..
Kirika was…. She did not know what she was. Entranced? Shocked? Confused? Embarrassed? All of the above? It seemed likely, the things that this DVD showed… it was…. Was…
Her mind shut down temporarily as the blonde woman on the screen grabbed the other, ironically a short dark haired girl, and began to kiss her passionately, the both of them moaning quietly as they did so. Kirika felt that her mouth was dry.
Was that what a kiss was like? Was that what she and Mireille had almost done? Hell, was that what she and Chloe had almost done! They had been naked as well! If Mireille had not arrived just then….? Against her will she felt herself lean forwards slightly, the blonde's hand was trailing down the other's naked body, caressing it in a way that made Kirika feel unbearably warm.
The other girl seemed to enjoy it as well, tilting her head back and letting out a bestial growl that both shocked and excited the Asian assassin. Just like with dancing, she wondered what it was about this act that made them so … aroused. That had to be the word… pleased did not seem nearly strong enough, not for the rapture on their faces.
There was little time for Kirika to find out however, for there was a sudden movement in her peripheral vision, the door was opening! Suddenly filled with fear she grabbed the remote and pressed the button to switch it to another channel. A small number appeared in the top corner. "1-" Kirika's heart froze, it was one of those TV's that waited to see if another button was going to be pressed… leaving the screen full of … two women all over one another!
Please change, please change, PLEASE! She begged of any God who might be listening to her.
Mireille stepped into the room, letting her eyes wander around to see what was happening, what caught her attention was the screen suddenly flashing black and changing to another channel and the quick panicked look Kirika shot her way.
Mireille smiled innocently back.
Quickly she walked up to the couch and sat down on the other end of it, a few feet from Kirika, who was watching the TV with admirable concentration.
Mireille could see the sweat on her brow.
"So Kirika…" She began in a voice filled with obviously false innocence, "What are you watching?" Kirika's face remained calm although the unusually wide eyes darted down and then up again.
"Nothing really… there's nothing interesting on." The small girl replied in a bored tone, one which Mireille completely ignored as she looked around the floor for whatever Kirika eyes had flown to. There was nothing on the floor but a small light under the TV drew her attention.
The DVD player was on. Plus, it was running.
Ooooh… what DO we have here? She thought to herself sadistically. She had been acting a little stand-offish with Kirika lately, maybe a bit of teasing would make Mireille feel more comfortable in the girl's presence. Though it probably wouldn't leave Kirika very comfortable.
"Nothing on then? No good programs? Any DVD's?" The girl remained perfectly calm and poised, apparently regaining some control. She simply shook her head. Mireille continued after a moment, "Can I have the remote then? I might be able to find something … fun." She finished with a very mischievous and obvious reference. Kirika's face went a little white. Still, she shook her head and refused to pass the remote.
Hmmm…. Willing to guard it are you? What are you hiding? She was into the game now, like a lithe cat stalking a terrified mouse. With feline skill Mireille began to crawl across the couch to Kirika, her face leaving no doubt in the Asian girl's mind that Mireille was going to do something bad.
"Mireille what are you doing?" It was almost calm, so calm that anyone who was not looking for it would not have sensed the tremor in her voice.
"I….. Want….." She began slowly, as she crawled closer to the wary girl, "the…." Kirika tensed as she saw Mireille prepare to leap, "REMOTE!" With sudden speed the blonde wrapped an arm over Kirika's shoulder and snatched for the remote. However one such as Kirika did not become the ultimate assassin by having slow reflexes.
Acting on instinct and with little thought Kirika pulled her arm under herself and pushed her body up to meet and block Mireille's grab. It might have worked, except that by accident Kirika kicked one of Mireille's legs out from under her, causing the blonde to fall with a little "eep" of shock. Both of them stayed still until the dust had settled and they could orientate themselves.
Mireille realised with a little bit of shock and embarrassment that she was laying on top of Kirika, her grab having pushed Kirika's shoulder down and forced her into a laying position. What was worse was that their legs were practically wrapped around each other. Kirika looked to be blushing heavily.
Mireille would have broken away and muttered hurried excuses, except that she could just see, having fallen from the couch, the black plastic treasure she had been hunting. Filled with childish glee she forgot all her discomfort and quickly tried to shoot from on top of Kirika towards the remote. Unfortunately Kirika had seen her movement, and what she was heading for.
"No." The small Asian asserted as she grappled with the taller blonde woman, the both of them falling from the couch in their struggle. Kirika completely unwilling to let Mireille view whatever it was. Mireille had to wonder what Kirika thought she would achieve, since Mireille could just wait and look at the disc later. The only reason she didn't want to wait, was that she wanted to know what it was Kirika was so embarrassed about. What would it be? Child cartoons? A soppy romance story?
Mireille had to admit, she was having fun. Although Kirika was gaining the upper hand. That wasn't part of the plan. Instantly Mireille changed her tactic, stopping fighting Kirika and instead simply focusing on the remote in her hand. Kirika managed to use the lapse in concentration to flip the both of them over, so that she was on top. Robbing Mireille of the advantage of weight in their struggle. The small girl's legs were quick to lock around Mireille's sides, pinning her down as she fought to pry Mireille's hands from the remote.
Somewhere a part of Mireille was laughing, here they were, two feared assassins, fighting over the remote like small children. Small children who were using grappling moves strong enough to kill normal people. Suddenly remembering an advantage she might have, Mireille pulled both her hands back behind her head, stretching Kirika to her full height as she was forced to use her hands on the remote and her legs on Mireille. The small girl was very red now, since to maximise her height she was forced to lay on Mireille, pressing down quite strongly. Mireille was uncomfortable as well, since her breasts were being squashed, but she was willing to endure it to win.
Except that she wasn't winning. Quick! Her mind instructed, make her embarrassed!
"Ooh Kirika, I didn't know that you wanted me so badly." The girl blushed far out of proportion to the teasing but still retained her iron grip on the remote, simply biting her lip and going red. Mireille was amused to see she was hitting nerves, it of course didn't occur to her that Kirika might actually be having thoughts like that, to her things like that were too rare to happen to the both of them.
"Look at you, ready to just take me on the floor…." She added in a sultry voice, though in fact she was struggling not to laugh her head off.
"Stop that Mireille." Kirika instructed back to her, still very red, but it was receding as she readied herself to ignore the teasing.
"Then give me the remote, I'll win eventually." Mireille replied evenly. Kirika's eyes flashed with determination.
"No." She simply stated, applying more force to press Mireille's hands into the carpet, slowly crushing them between floor and hard plastic. Mireille gritted her teeth but smiled none the less, it was her last chance.
"So rough and untamed…" She whispered back to Kirika, leaning in close as if to kiss her, wondering where the corny lines were coming from. "…. how…. Erotic." She was closing in, Kirika's brown eyes went wide in shock and her mouth opened slightly in surprise.
Mireille felt her grip slack.
"Victory!" She cried, suddenly breaking free of Kirika's lax grip in a burst of energy and pressing the AV button. At the same time Kirika let out a quick cry and threw herself onto Mireille, in a last ditch effort to stop what the Gods had dictated would happen.
Mireille squeaked in shock as Kirika collided with her, knocking her back and sending the remote spinning, their heads collided with a solid "thunk" and Kirika collapsed with a short moan onto Mireille's chest. Their position was a questionable one, with Kirika's face in her breasts and one bare knee up against Mireille's crotch. Mireille thought that her hand might be somewhere on Kirika's rump, and one of her legs was wrapped around one of Kirika's.
Add to the fact that just then the channel changed. Just as the blonde actor threw her head back and screamed in ecstasy.
Kirika let out a groan, though whether it was from pain or extreme horror, Mireille was unsure. Not that she could think anyway. She spoke the only words that would come to her mind.
"Oh my…"
Kirika was mortified. Life was unfair… no, it was cruel. She didn't dare bring her face from Mireille's breast, despite how wrong it must have looked. She didn't want to see the look that would be on Mireille's face.
Instead she busied herself with staying perfectly still, hoping that if she stayed still enough Mireille might not notice her. Which was when Kirika started noticing her.
She was pressed into Mireille, all over. Kirika was bare legged, she was thankful that Mireille wasn't. But it did allow her to feel almost all of Mireille pressed against her. Mireille smelled nice. Which was not a good sign in Kirika's mind. Part of her, well, a lot of her wanted to move. Half of her so she could run away from the embarrassment that was sure to come, but the other half so she could feel more of Mireille.
Suddenly another moan echoed from the speakers, making Kirika's mind bring up an image of what she had seen earlier, but with herself and Mireille in it. She regretted it almost instantly as her body temperature shot up dramatically and a pleasant, but rather telling feeling shot through her.
Mireille, meanwhile, was still in shock. Her mind was barely working, only her eyes were, and they were glued, in shock, to the television. Nothing could have prepared her for this. You did tell her to watch it when you weren't around. Her mind reasoned with her.
But I didn't MEAN it! She cried back, not that it would have mattered. Kirika was not to be held to blame because she had misunderstood Mireille's instructions. Still, Mireille would have been far happier were the girl not pressed into her. She was too warm. Why was Kirika so damned warm. In fact! Why were they still laying on top of each other?
"Kirika?" She asked in a normal tone, or as normal as she could make it. It came out a little forced. "Please get off of me." The young Asian responded immediately, keeping her head down as she climbed off of Mireille and stepped to the side. Crouching on one knee but still with her head faced down, as if she was expecting to be hit almost! As if Mireille could ever hit her, she was like a cute dog that had stolen some chocolate. You couldn't possibly want to make her sad.
"It's okay Kirika, I'm not mad." Maybe shocked, embarrassed and slightly worried, but not angry. "This is my fault, I should have explained better I guess." No reply as Kirika continued looking down, Mireille wondered if she was crying, she hoped not.
"Kirika, are you okay?" She leaned forwards to see what was wrong, the girl was perfectly still but Mireille knew that the Asian was prone to crying without any sobs wracking her body. With a finger under the chin she lifted Kirika's face to see her own.
Well, she wasn't crying.
More like dying of embarrassment. Her face was so red it looked fit to blow and her eyes were panicked. Mireille almost fell back in shock.
"Hey! No need to be so embarrassed, I mean… we all… well… have seen… just," She let out a quick sigh when her words ran out. "We've all done silly stuff, just calm down. We'll watch this, because I suppose this is the best way for you to learn what one is. Okay?" She asked with a smile on her face, it was of course forced but she hoped Kirika could see feelings behind it.
"Okay." She spoke as she did a very quick nod, before quickly climbing to her feet. As slow as she could the Asian walked to the couch and sat down. Mireille followed after another moment. I can't believe I said all that stuff when we were wrestling! No wonder she was so freaked out by it all! My God what if she thought I was really trying to…?
Not that Kirika is bad looking or anything but…. No, wait. What does it matter? I don't have any urges to do this do I? She sat down carefully, a little too close to Kirika, their thighs were touching, but then the couch was not all that big. She didn't want to move either, now that she had sat down she didn't want to seem finicky.
Just watch the show… and wait for it to end, no big deal. It's not like you'll be turned on by it!
So she sat. Very calmly as the scenes played across the screen, the storyline was incredible. In that it was so pathetic, there seemed to be no reason behind anything, so long as it got girls into close proximity. Even the acting was poor!
And the sex scenes, common as they were, bothered her not a bit!
Or at least, that was what she kept telling herself… Realistically she was very warm and very embarrassed… she couldn't believe that she had acted like that towards Kirika. She didn't dare remember the incident where they had almost kissed… close as they had been. Although she still had some strange dream about the two of them kissing passionately, one in which Kirika seemed to fall unconscious in her arms. How strange.
But no, it didn't arouse her, not one bit. Not one bloody OH GOD WAS SHE HOT! Her body was burning up, part of her wanted to take her blouse off, but another part of her didn't want Kirika to faint of shock next to her. Okay she admitted it, she was turned on. It's not my fault! The two of them are …. EATING EACH OTHER on screen! They're… they're…. another deep moan punctuated what Mireille's vocabulary could not.
Deep breaths.. Deep breaths… how was Kirika coping? A quick look to her side. The brown eyes were wide open and the mouth was wide in shock, her breathing sounded a little heavy. For some reason it comforted Mireille that Kirika was not any better off than her. Shared misery and all that she supposed.
Warm, warm, warm, warm. Burning up. Mireille's leg was against her own, she could feel it. Too close, too close. Kirika was sweating, she knew she was. But had no reason for why she was sweating. Was it all some heat malfunction within her body? A failed attempt at homeostasis? No, she knew it had a lot to do with what was happening on the screen. There was no way to stop the images, if she closed her eyes then it only became herself and Mireille doing it.
What scared her the most was that the thought was making the place between her legs throb.
She was also slightly wet.
Please end, please end, please end! She begged of the movie, having Mireille watch it with her was terrifying, and her blonde partner looked so calm as well. Obviously having none of the problems that she herself was. Does this mean I'm a lesbian? No, I can't be, Mireille hates lesbians. And I've never done THAT!
Ironically the film still didn't answer her questions. When did being normal start, and being a lesbian begin? Was kissing a girl enough? If so then Kirika was already a lesbian, having been kissed by Chloe… although she had never kissed back. Did that matter?
She closed her eyes again in another effort to ignore the feelings that were coursing through her. She could still hear what was going on, and it was still conjuring images in her mind, but with a momentous effort of will she was able to keep her face straight. Though she was of course not fooling herself.
Slowly the movie came to an end, one without any sex luckily, as the two girls kissed in a way that could be almost called romantic, and the screen faded to black. Immediately Mireille laid back and let out a relieved sigh, using the motion as an excuse to move her leg from where it was touching Kirika's. All in all…. She supposed that had not been too bad.
Just moderately bad in a mortifying way….
"So Kirika. If you have any questions?" She looked to the small Asian whose face showed she was full of questions. Mireille quickly amended her speech, "Then ask the internet!" She finished, pointing to a cupboard which actually held a computer with an internet connection.
"Umm… okay." The shy Asian replied with a small blush, her eyes were still troubled but she didn't look like she had been enjoying the movie. Which Mireille supposed was just as well, what would have happened if Kirika had had a reaction similar to hers?
"Great! I'm just going to take a shower!" Mireille called, standing quickly and walking away from a slightly recovering Kirika.
A Very, VERY, cold shower.
Je fini. Well, this chapter anyway. I thought the ending was a little poo, but then it sets the scene for the next episode. Hope you enjoyed it, I'm fairly sure I can guess where most people would have laughed.
Next chapter - Kirika's crusade for the truth continues as she attempts to use the por-.. I mean, "Information" highway, to aid her cause.
Oh! Just so you all know, writing this chapter was very…. Disturbing? Or just embarrassing, I have not based any of this upon porn, nor have I based what they watched on a real movie. Just saying this so you don't think "Sick guy wrote this whilst watching porn!" Or something… because that would be mean. Oh, and yes they are OOC you try writing Kirika watching porn and see how in character YOU can keep her, lol.