Chapter Sixteen - Homura gets tied up

The interior of Homura's apartment was quiet. All the lights had been turned off, and a small Christmas tree sat quietly in the corner, a small army of gifts scattered around it.

Then something thumped against the outside of the door, disturbing the silence. There was a brief scuffling of hands in pockets, as a key was pulled out and hastily inserted into the lock, and the door fell open beneath the weight of two feverishly occupied individuals.

Said door was quickly shut again, but only because Kyouko had shoved Homura up against it, pressing so close to the girl that she could hardly breathe.

"Woah there," Homura gasped, laughing between greedy kisses. "Calm down, Kyouko."

"Shut up," the redhead growled, grabbing her lover by the chin to hold her still. "How am I supposed to stay calm after that shit you pulled in the mall?"

Homura's eyes fluttered shut when Kyouko engaged her once more, and she struggled to get words out as the redhead began to promptly undress her. "I just thought you could use some encouragement."

"Well, consider me encouraged," Kyouko said bluntly, hooking her hands beneath Homura's behind and hoisting her up. The raven haired girl yelped, her legs naturally coming up to wrap around the redhead's waist.

"Kyouko-" Homura started, but was quickly silenced by another kiss. She largely gave up on verbal communication at that point, instead wrapping her arms around the redhead's neck and pulling her as close as she physically could, craving the girl's touch. They had been apart for a full two weeks leading up to the holidays; work had reared its typically ugly head. Now they had to make up for lost time.

Kyouko groaned softly as her fingers pressed into the soft flesh of Homura's thighs, feeling the strain of keeping the time traveler hoisted up against the door but not caring. Her girlfriend had come into this with a game plan, and Kyouko could tell. She was wearing the leggings Kyouko had picked out for her. Homura knew she loved it when she wore those leggings, and Kyouko knew that she knew. The smaller girl was wreathed by the smallest hint of perfume. Mascara graced the borders of her eyes, minimal but bewitching nonetheless.

She wanted to devour her. She wanted to sink her fingers in and never let go.

She did precisely that, pushing herself against her lover and grinding their hips together. Homura cursed around the redhead's tongue, her fingers tightening in the girl's crimson locks. Kyouko was too enthralled to feel smug about the small victory; she was too busy reveling in the softness of Homura's skin, the sensation of her. A sixth sense that opened up only when she made love with the woman she loved.

Homura gasped as Kyouko abandoned her lips, instead trailing her mouth along the girl's neck. The redhead's ear hovered in front of her nose, so she closed her lips around that instead, needing to keep it occupied, mewling her lover's name with a naked earnestness that made Kyouko's libido surge.

"Fuck this," she grunted, feeling her shoulders burn from exertion. This wasn't going to last them all the way.

Turning away from the door, she practically threw Homura over her shoulder and sprinted for the stairs, heading for their bedroom. The time traveler yelped, then laughed as Kyouko literally flew up the stairs, comically motivated.

A moment later the door to their room was kicked open, and Homura felt herself being thrown onto the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows and grinned at Kyouko, but felt the expression falter when she saw the redhead's face; the look held in those eyes were smoldering.

Kyouko slid her hand beneath Homura's top and reached her chest, holding the smaller girl down against the bed. She was still in that chic sweater from earlier, the one that hugged her narrow shoulders in a way that made Kyouko incapable of getting fuck all done at work, which she both loved and hated. That and the tight leggings that made her thighs feel like silk as they pressed against her, the delicate color of her skin, those eyes that went on forever, and the way her hair pooled over the bed like liquid obsidian…she was perfect.

"Jesus Christ, you're gorgeous," Kyouko grumbled, sounding almost annoyed by the fact.

Homura actually blushed at this, unused to be complemented so openly. "It's all for you, you know."

"I know," Kyouko whispered, leaning down and brushing their lips together.

Homura sighed as they embraced, eyes closed and hands wandering. Kyouko's hands caressed their way up her lover's body, making it twitch and writhe beneath her touch. One hand grabbed the lower hem of the sweater and pulled it up, exposing Homura's clothed chest.

The other came up and thumbed the girl's ear, which earned Kyouko a soft noise of approval. Then the redhead reached up and grabbed the end of Homura's ribbon, pulling it free from the girl's hair.

Homura blinked as Kyouko took hold of her wrists, guiding them above her head. "What are you doing?"

"Giving you what you asked for," the redhead smirked.

Comprehension dawned on Homura's face as Kyouko tied her hands to the headboard, double knotting the ribbon to make sure the time traveler couldn't escape even if she wanted to. That ribbon seemed to be made out of some divine material; it never broke or frayed, like some sort of supple steel.

Homura squirmed when Kyouko pushed her bra up, leaving it as soon as the girl's nipples were exposed; she was too impatient to bother taking them off entirely. A wanting mouth lowered itself to take one breast in, making Homura keen as her body went taut.

"Kyouko," she moaned, for no particular reason at all. Her wrists strained against their restraints, and Kyouko felt a thrill at watching her struggle.

Her other hand came down to pull down the girl's skirt and pantyhose, running a finger up against the soaked region beyond.

"What was it your asked Santa for?" Kyouko asked, feigning innocence. Homura just keened unintelligibly, biting her lip. "Hands tied to the headboard…and my fingers inside you?"

"Yes!" Homura said impatiently, straining against the ribbon around her hands.

"I'm afraid that isn't very specific," Kyouko elaborated, sounding truly disappointed. "You didn't specify between hard or soft, fast or slow…"

"Hard. I want it hard and fast. Finish me quick," Homura growled into her lover's ear. "Now."

Kyouko laughed as she hilted her fingers in one slick go, making Homura blush like mad when the wave of pleasure hit her. She began working the smaller girl in earnest, intent on delivering on her promise, employing everything she knew about the time traveler's body to bring her to that peak as soon as possible.

"Nn…Kyou…ah…" Homura keened, mushing her face against the pillow as the redhead began to grind her hip against the time traveler's clit, while simultaneously working her with two fingers. She kept twitching around her core, wrists straining against their ribbony confines so hard that Kyouko was vaguely afraid she would rip the headboard clean off the bed.

It was an amazing spectacle to behold. For some reason Homura was blushing like crazy, even though they had had sex so many times before this. Kyouko couldn't explain it, but she found it strangely arousing; there was something in the way Homura was trying and failing to hide her flushed cheeks from her. She knew how important control was to her lover. But right now, Homura was powerless.

Grabbing one of the girl's legs, Kyouko threw it over her shoulder, turning Homura's body at an angle. Homura swore when this allowed the redhead to reach even deeper inside her, and suddenly she was closed, and Kyouko knew it in the way the girl clenched around her fingers.

Taking her other hand off the girl's breast, Kyouko hooked her thumb inside Homura's mouth, feeling the girl's ragged breath warming her skin, the vibrations of the delicious sounds that she was making. They were so close now, just a few more seconds, and her lover would come undone.

Come to think of it, there was one more thing on her girlfriend's list, wasn't there?

Leaning close so that her ear was by Homura's mouth, she hilted her fingers a second time and grunted, "Say my name."

The headboard groaned as Homura came, her hips snapping up and going taut as the orgasm arrested her entire body. "Kyouko," she ground out, roughly, thickly, with so much promise, sending a hot rush through the redhead's spine that ended at her own core.

Homura collapsed back onto the bed, thoroughly exhausted. Kyouko sat at the end of the bed, casually licking her fingers clean of her lover's juices.

After a few moments she untied Homura from the headboard, setting her free. The time traveler rubbed at her wrists, which had been made raw by the friction; she hadn't even noticed, in the heat of the moment.

Kyouko took the girl's hand and kissed the wounds, sparks of red magic flying out to tend to the damage. "I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to hurt you."

"You didn't," Homura assured her, sighing as the wounds faded. "You were simply following orders."

Kyouko grinned at that. "And I did a damn good job of it, too."

"Indeed," Homura agreed, reaching over and picking up her ribbon. "Now get on your back. It's your turn."

"Huh?"

A/N

There was supposed to be a third chapter after this in which Homura and Kyouko get engaged, but things came up and I was unable to finish the chapter in time (or even start it, if I'm being honest). I've sort of lost my motivation to pick it back up. I've been away from fanfiction for so long. I felt a little awkward writing these two again; it might have reflected in the final product.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed what I managed to cough up. Merry Christmas to all!

~Banshee