Drabbletag4: I'll Be Fine [Noir - Mireille/Kirika]
Title: I'll Be Fine
Fandom: Noir
Pairing: Mireille/Kirika
Prompt: Noir: Mireille/Kirika - bruises
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Summary: Mireille and Kirika take time to recuperate.
--
Sighing happily as the sweet taste of liquor poured down her throat, Mireille stretched out her body on the bed. Grimacing slightly, she tried to ignore the pain in her ribs as she tried to relax. Their last mission hadn't been easy, but at least it was over. Now was a time to rest and recuperate; for peace and quiet. The bed shifted and squeaked lightly as another body joined her. Opening her eyes, a smile danced across her lips at the sight of Kirika.
"Are you okay?" Kirika asked.
"It's just bruised ribs. Nothing life threatening."
Carefully, Kirika reached out and pulled aside the bottom of the long-sleeved shirt Mireille was wearing. There was a large, ugly bruise on the blonde's side. Leaning over, Kirika placed a light kiss on Mireille's ribs. Blushing lightly, the older woman took another sip of her liquor before placing it down on the floor beside the bed.
"You faired worst though," Mireille said as her fingers traced over the bruises on the side of Kirika's face.
Brown eyes looked up at her in silence before Kirika placed a kiss to Mireille's stomach.
"I'll be fine," she said finally said.
Flexing so she could sit, Mireille pulled Kirika into a kiss. Her fingers danced gently against the bruises on the brunette's cheek. Kissing each one lightly, Mireille smiled seductively at her.
"Let's work on making each other feel better."
No words followed but there was a soft murmur of pained hisses and pleasurable groans.
Fandom: Noir
Pairing: Mireille/Kirika
Prompt: Noir: Mireille/Kirika - bruises
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Summary: Mireille and Kirika take time to recuperate.
--
Sighing happily as the sweet taste of liquor poured down her throat, Mireille stretched out her body on the bed. Grimacing slightly, she tried to ignore the pain in her ribs as she tried to relax. Their last mission hadn't been easy, but at least it was over. Now was a time to rest and recuperate; for peace and quiet. The bed shifted and squeaked lightly as another body joined her. Opening her eyes, a smile danced across her lips at the sight of Kirika.
"Are you okay?" Kirika asked.
"It's just bruised ribs. Nothing life threatening."
Carefully, Kirika reached out and pulled aside the bottom of the long-sleeved shirt Mireille was wearing. There was a large, ugly bruise on the blonde's side. Leaning over, Kirika placed a light kiss on Mireille's ribs. Blushing lightly, the older woman took another sip of her liquor before placing it down on the floor beside the bed.
"You faired worst though," Mireille said as her fingers traced over the bruises on the side of Kirika's face.
Brown eyes looked up at her in silence before Kirika placed a kiss to Mireille's stomach.
"I'll be fine," she said finally said.
Flexing so she could sit, Mireille pulled Kirika into a kiss. Her fingers danced gently against the bruises on the brunette's cheek. Kissing each one lightly, Mireille smiled seductively at her.
"Let's work on making each other feel better."
No words followed but there was a soft murmur of pained hisses and pleasurable groans.