.-.-.

Homura sat on her bed, out of her wet clothes and in her pajamas. The 'yes, i mad.' printed on the back of her purple nightie, complete with frowny face emoticon, didn't do much to reflect her current mood. She had half considered just staying naked, but this was infinitely more comfortable. She had to have some semblance of control in this environment. It certainly felt like everything else was pretty much thrown into the nearest blender and set to "insanity." Yes, that made more sense to Homura– she has finally fallen into insanity! That made her feel so much better.

Her heart nearly exploded messily out of her chest when she heard someone touch the doorknob from the other side of the door. She stayed perfectly still, making a conscious effort to breath normally when the knob was turned and Kyouko poked her head in, seemingly nervous as well. The look on her face as she peeked into the room was reminiscent of someone cautiously opening the cage of something big and poisonous.

The pensiveness on the girl's face was enough to soften Homura's rigid sitting position, and she unsuccessfully tried to relax. "Are you waiting for an invitation?"

Chewing on the inside of her cheek, Kyouko entered the room fully, clad in her towel. "I've already been invited." Kyouko closed the door softly behind her. She stood there for a moment, eyes taking in Homura sitting on her bed as if she were assessing how to approach an enemy. And as Kyouko's strategy always involved just going in and battering heads, Kyouko approached Homura the same way. Without the battering of heads, of course.

Kyouko strode up to the bed and sat right next to Homura, the bare skin of her shoulder brushing up against the other girl. Just that patch of skin felt scorching hot to Homura. The thought of having the rest of the other girl's skin pressed against her was almost dizzying. She swallowed, and the sound was way louder than should be legal.

In an effort to break the tension, Kyouko stated the obvious in her most enthusiastic voice possible. "Let's have sex!"

Weirdly enough, it worked. Homura felt the tension diffuse a little and she answered in her driest, least enthusiastic voice possible. "Yay."

Kyouko kissed her. Homura found herself melting into it with a soft sigh. It was… nice. No, it was more than nice. It was discovery and a sense of freedom as she broke away from her own defenses. To finally let go and give in to what she wanted for once. And to feel that she somehow belonged in this timeline. Her hand came up to touch Kyouko's cheek as their lips met again and again, going from gentle and probing to long and lingering. Kyouko gained more confidence as she went, pressing her weight into Homura and pushing the other girl down onto her own bed, keeping their lips locked.

When Homura felt her head hit the pillow that's when things started getting cloudier. Kyouko's tongue flicked against her lips experimentally and Homura tried doing it back. Before they knew it, their kiss grew bold and hungry. Homura's mouth opened under Kyouko's and breathing was becoming an issue, so was thinking straight. There was only the way Homura's knuckles brushed Kyouko's chest, how Homura could feel Kyouko's towel slowly coming undone over her, how their lips and tongue melded together in a dance that was surprisingly tender despite their growing need.

"This is kinda weird," Kyouko murmured after a few minutes of getting hot and heavy, resting her forehead to Homura's as they caught their breaths. The black haired girl's hands had found their way to Kyouko's hips as the redhead kneeled over her.

"You've only now noticed?" The knot holding Kyouko's towel together at her chest was threatening to fall open any moment, and Homura settled on staring openly.

"No I mean," Kyouko kissed Homura again briefly in the middle of her sentence as if she couldn't help herself. "It feels like… 'Finally.'"

"Finally… what?" Homura inquired curiously.

"I don't know, just… 'finally.'" Kyouko explained vaguely, laughing slightly to herself. It really was weird, she didn't know whether she felt that it was about time the two of them got together or whether she was talking about what they were in the midst of doing. She gave a mental shrug, her thoughts quickly reduced to nothing when she saw what Homura was staring at.

Homura's grip on Kyouko's hips tightened when Kyouko resumed her insistent kisses. Her fingers trembled, and her whole body threatened to quiver uselessly in the face of Kyouko's assault. She squirmed, wanting for things to progress, yet nervous about how far things will go at the same time. Then the answer just unraveled before her. Quite literally, as Kyouko's towel finally unraveled before her. The redhead didn't seem to notice as she was occupied with busying Homura's mouth, but Homura was plenty aware of how a bare chest was hovering over hers.

Kyouko gasped when Homura's palm made contact with her exposed chest. She removed her lips from their work and lifted her head to look at Homura curiously. The raven haired girl's hand was stationary, just placed upon Kyouko's skin as if not knowing where to go beyond that. As if in experimentation, Homura's other hand came up to cup Kyouko's other breast and remained there as well. Kyouko's breath hitched in her throat, the other girl's palms feeling unnaturally hot against her rapidly hardening nipples.

Homura suddenly had a curious look on her face. "You're bigger than me."

"Huh?" Kyouko's voice cracked in the most embarrassing way possible, but before she could even begin being annoyed at the both of them, Homura's hands started moving, and the words that had been forming in Kyouko's throat came out in even more embarrassing ways. Small feminine noises escaped her unbidden as Homura palmed her sensitive buds. The level of sensations took her by surprise, especially when thumbs were brought into play against her chest. Homura was completely interested in Kyouko's reactions. She'd never heard the other usually fierce girl make such vulnerable noises and it deeply pleased some primal part of herself. She pulled the towel completely away from Kyouko, her eyes roving the rest of her body. The redhead felt goosebumps spread across her flesh at being exposed and she shivered uncontrollably, blushing at Homura's unwavering gaze on her body.

Annoyed that she was the only naked one and convinced Homura could feel her thundering heartbeat through her chest, Kyouko's hand went to the front button of Homura's pajama. She fumbled with the button for a moment before patience was tossed aside and a ripping sound was heard as Kyouko tore the front of Homura's top down the middle. Homura lay there, looking at her now torn emoticon pajamas with a bewildered look in her eyes. "That was… unnecessary."

"You weren't fond of these, were you?" Kyouko asked offhandedly, pushing the torn material aside to expose Homura's midriff.

"Doesn't really matter now, does it?" said Homura in amusement, thinking that the act reflected the situation as a whole.

"No, it don't," Kyouko said lowly, in almost a growl and she stooped her head and wrapped her lips around one of Homura's pink nipples.

"Nn," Homura bit her lip and closed her eyes, having expected Kyouko to do something like that and not wanting to get so caught up that she'd make the same embarrassing noises that would be unbecoming of her. But Kyouko had her eyes open and on Homura the whole time, smirking, and using her teeth to very gently bite down on a nipple, her other hand rubbing at Homura's other budding breast. Homura's breath shallowed and her back arched, her hands weakly tugging at Kyouko's shoulders. Kyouko put her tongue into play then, teasing a reaction from the usually stoic girl.

Homura felt tense and yet she was squirming, almost whimpering when Kyouko breathed a hot puff of air directly onto her wet nipple before going back to licking. "K-Kyouko…" Homura breathed out, still trying to hold back the sounds crowding her throat.

"Hm?" Kyouko inquired, relishing in the sight of a flushed Homura, her bottom lip between her teeth and her hair looking less than perfect for once. Homura didn't answer, not quite sure why she had raised her name in question. Kyouko switched breasts, her mouth leaving a hot trail in its wake. The way she sucked at Homura's nipple reminded the dark-haired girl of how Kyouko would suck on candy. It reminded Kyouko of the same thing, funnily enough.

Their legs brushed together regularly, making them crave more contact and their legs progressively became more entangled. Homura shoved a knee between Kyouko's thighs and the redhead did the same, their legs locking around each other. Kyouko nipped her way up the delicate column of Homura's throat, wanting to leave her teeth marks wherever she could, before Homura pulled her head up forcefully to kiss her.

Kyouko felt arms wrap around her neck and she wrapped her arms around Homura, pressing every inch of themselves feverishly against the other body. They both made soft noises in the backs of their throats as their chests pressed together. Kyouko's mind was full of the silkiness of skin and the heat of touching and melding seamlessly. She wanted more and her hand trailed down Homura's body to scratch at her below the waist, tugging her pajama pants and underwear down her legs. Homura compliantly raised her slim hips to let Kyouko undress her, only half grateful she hadn't decided to rip these in half as well.

With that done, Kyouko's hand went about doing what she had been wanting to do; exploring the miraculous legs of one Homura Akemi. She grabbed a thigh and wrapped it around her waist, rubbing at that same thigh and ass as she pushed their naked hips together. "D-Damn…" Kyouko growled, pressing her face into the space where Homura's neck met her shoulder. She repeated the motion of pressing their hips together, adding a rolling motion to her own hips. That one finally got a strangled noise out of Homura. Pleased, Kyouko repeated the action, taking advantage of her position to suck at Homura's racing pulse point while she was at it.

The more Kyouko did that the more Homura's control slipped. The friction between them was very much like sparks and it made Homura feel molten and her tongue loose. She felt a loud moan trying to force its way out of her throat and Homura bit down on a knuckle to hold herself together. It was very difficult to do since with every swipe of Kyouko's tongue and every roll of hers hips unraveled her more.

"Hom…" Kyouko groaned quietly, working up a rhythm as she rubbed their lower parts together. "Homuraaa…" It felt unimaginably good. She wanted more, more, and she was naturally greedy at heart and she always took what she wanted. She did just that this time by slipping her fingers into the wet space between their bodies.

Homura's violet eyes flew open at the jostling sensation of Kyouko's fingers against her most private area. Her head pressed against her pillow as her body arched against her will, a silent cry escaping her lips. Kyouko's teeth grazed her chest as Homura's chest raised itself as if in offering to the one providing the pleasure, and Kyouko was eager to collect on the offering. Her fingers probed, her mouth feasted, and Homura's surrender was a sure thing. Kyouko could see the beginnings of tears burning in the corners of Homura's eyes as she writhed under Kyouko, her teeth buried in her knuckles as tiny gasps slipped past her fingers. 'You're mine,' thought Kyouko.

As if sensing the thought, Homura suddenly bucked her hips hard into Kyouko, catching the other girl off guard and sending her off balance. Homura took the opportunity to push at Kyouko's shoulders and roll them over. Since their legs were conveniently locked around each other, it made it easier for Homura to pin Kyouko to the bed, panting over the redhead as she held her arms pinned over her head.

"Oi," Kyouko protested, wriggling her hands in Homura's grip. Homura's gaze was strong, and Kyouko lessened her resistance, the curiosity getting the better of her of what Homura wanted to do to her. The dark haired girl was just glad of the chance to catch her breath and recover; any longer under Kyouko's ministrations had threatened to overwhelm her.

She was surprised that Kyouko wasn't putting up as much of a fight as she figured she would have. She knew that in a realistic physical confrontation, combat was Kyouko's area of expertise and she could have easily overpowered Homura in a show of strength. The fact that she was compliantly under Homura, looking up at her with teasing and expectant red irises, made the situation somehow more erotic to Homura. Was it power? Being in the dominant position? Or simply that Kyouko expected something interesting of Homura that sent a thrill through her core?

Did she even care for reason anymore?

Homura sat up on her knees straddling one of Kyouko's thighs, releasing her hands. She grabbed Kyouko's other leg and pulled it forward, making Kyouko yelp in surprise when her body was forcefully turned on its side, allowing Homura to throw the leg over her shoulder, nestling her crotch directly over Kyouko's.

She started slow, experimentally pressing their sources of delicious torture together, creating an even more blissfully painful sensation. Kyouko all but melted, mewling the more Homura kept up her movement. The sound rang in Homura's ears and she panted into the thigh she was holding on to as she rode Kyouko progressively rougher.

"God, Hom, that feels..!" Kyouko could barely choke out the words. Homura was pushing into her, her tongue trailing the inside of Kyouko's knee, her torn pajama top still dangling from her shoulders. The sight was incredible to behold and Kyouko could feel her pleasure increasing just from watching. But she wasn't about to let Homura hog all the fun, no she was not. Kyouko was wanting, and most of all, greedy. It only took a moment to dethrone Homura from her perch of ecstasy. She just had to lock her leg around Homura's abdomen and flip her over. Homura didn't seem to mind nor particularly notice their once again reversed positions since she seemed thoroughly engrossed in the fact Kyouko kept their connection up. Or maybe she was just too tongue tied at the moment to do any protesting, since Kyouko picked up right where Homura left off. Except this time she added her fingers to the mix, wedging her hand between their bodies and slipping a single finger into Homura.

The raven haired girl winced at the invading digit, since Kyouko was wiggling it around as if she was looking for something deep inside her. "Not so rough..!" Homura wasn't able to finish her sentence since Kyouko started indiscriminately pounding that finger into her. Homura would've laughed if she had been able to. This wasn't how she imagined her first time to go at all. She'd always imagined with Madoka, it would be gentle and loving and hesitant touches and holding hands. Kyouko was clearly not the holding hands type, and Homura wasn't sure how she felt about that. But she knew how she felt about what was occurring right now, and it certainly felt weird and amazing in its own way. Kyouko certainly didn't pull any punches in the battlefield, nor here.

Kyouko was grinding into the back of her own hand as her finger went in and out of her partner. She could feel the slick walls squeezing her finger and she found that she took great pleasure in it. 'I can get used to this,' she thought cheekily, curling her finger to rub at Homura's inner wall experimentally. She could see Homura's abdominal muscles twitching with everything she did. Homura's arms were thrown over her head and grabbing at her pillow, her head off to the side as she tried to hide her whimpers.

Kyouko leaned down over the other girl, closing the distance between their faces. "You're making lewd noises, Homura.." Kyouko murmured breathlessly against the skin of Homura's delicate neck. Her hand and hips were working away under her busily, while her mouth planted butterfly kisses over Homura's collarbone in contrast. "So fucking sexy…" Her hand that wasn't occupied came up over Homura's head and took hold of one of her hands. Homura turned her face up to look at Kyouko at that move, surprise evident in her darkened eyes.

The surprise was readily consumed by Kyouko adding a second finger, making a mounting pressure in her body force her to arch her back into Kyouko and threatened to snap her in half. "NNN!" Homura gripped Kyouko's hand tightly as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her with startling force. Kyouko, surprisingly, held back with a very secure grip.

Kyouko felt Homura's insides tighten around her finger and her palm flooded with warmth. Homura was pressing against her feverishly, her breath coming out harshly and Kyouko could feel her heat so acutely it made her own temperature shoot up to unbearable levels. She removed her fingers from Homura's heat so that she could hold the other body closer, wanting to melt into Homura, not feeling nearly physically close enough even if they were completely pressed up against each other.

Homura felt groggy as her tightened muscles slowly unwound themselves and she was able to breathe properly again. She was getting her bearings and becoming more aware of her surroundings again, but this proved to be increasingly difficult the more Kyouko panted harshly into Homura's ear.

"Homura…" Kyouko growled softly. Homura's eyes opened all the way in surprise when she realized that Kyouko was grinding into her thigh, spreading very obvious arousal across her skin. Homura's foggy mind instantly became sharper with that knowledge and Homura was intrigued beyond belief, listening and feeling Kyouko grip onto her in such a fervent way. "Homura," Kyouko's voice sounded increasingly insistent as she grinded even harder into Homura's slim leg. The dark haired girl felt compelled to do something for Kyouko, make her feel like Homura had felt a moment ago. Her body needed to.

Homura pressed her face into Kyouko's hair. "Come here," she whispered huskily into Kyouko's ear.

"Haha, I would like to come," Kyouko chuckled hoarsely. She felt Homura tugging at her body, tugging her up.

"Come here," Homura ordered, hands pulling at Kyouko's hips and tugging her forwards. Intrigued, Kyouko let herself be moved, sitting up and scooting forwards where Homura directed her. She ended up with her crotch hovering over Homura's face. As if motivated by instinct alone, Homura guided Kyouko's hips forward, her tongue and mouth strangely unhesitant and hungry for this act.

Kyouko shuddered and gasped loudly when Homura made contact. Homura's tongue almost felt cool against her dripping hot insides. With nothing to hold on to, Kyouko's hands grasped at Homura's hair, wanting to pull and tear, but not wanting to distract Homura from what she was doing now.

Homura kissed and gave tiny licks to the flesh presented to her, becoming emboldened with every soft groan and bitten back curse coming from the girl over her. Her hands grabbed at Kyouko's behind, holding the girl in place and pushing her even more into her mouth, not worried about drowning herself in whatever pleasure she provided Kyouko. She took her time exploring this new territory, tasting every area, sucking on the one spot that made Kyouko jerk and squirm.

"Goddamn, yes," Kyouko couldn't help grinding down onto Homura's face, begging for more, so close to the edge already. When Kyouko pushed down onto her, Homura pushed her tongue upwards, slipping her tongue inside. Kyouko arched her back, moaning loudly, and Homura realized she was enjoying herself. She found herself loving the taste and the act and the lewdness that came from swirling her tongue everywhere along Kyouko's silky insides. She grasped and kneaded at Kyouko's ass, pulling her impossibly closer, shoving her tongue into Kyouko again and again, teeth scraping painfully as she ate the other girl out.

The act was driving Kyouko crazy and her hand tightened and fisted in Homura's stupidly luxurious hair. She felt like she could hardly breath, and she could feel Homura's hot puffs of breath against her sex every time she withdrew her tongue to swipe it at her clit. She kept doing this over and over, sticking her tongue inside, and then dragging it up to her clit. Bursts of light erupted in the corners of Kyouko's vision and it felt so intense and raw it was almost agonizing, so she held on tight to Homura's head when she started to tremble uncontrollably.

The girl under her could feel even more arousal and warmth flooding her tongue and she withdrew her head slightly to watch in fascination. Kyouko had her eyes slightly open and staring right down at her, pupils almost black with lust, her mouth open and panting, her body sweaty and shuddering as she climaxed, gaze fixed on Homura. They held the gaze until Kyouko's muscles slowly relaxed and unraveled themselves. Kyouko slumped and pulled herself off of Homura, rolling over onto her back and staring at the ceiling as she caught her breath.

"We," Kyouko swallowed thickly. "We did it." Her tone had something of a surprised celebratory tone, as if she wasn't sure if she should high-five Homura for their accomplishment. She settled for raising her fist in Homura's direction. After a few moments she felt Homura bump her fist against hers and her grin widened.

Homura was staring up at the ceiling as well. She licked her lips, knowing it was Kyouko's taste in her mouth. She lay there, waiting for the guilt, the shame, anything. But her mind was simply a curiously contented blank. One peculiar thought did emerge after a while, though. "… Did you drink the mouthwash, Kyou?"

There was silence for a few moments and when an answer didn't provide itself Homura turned her head to look at Kyouko. The redhead had her eyes closed and was pretending to sleep. Homura knew she was pretending to sleep from the tell tale sign of a smile trying to twitch its way onto her lips. Feeling strangely playful, Homura reached over and poked her in the ribs. The smile on Kyouko's lips finally won out.

"My breath is naturally minty." Kyouko said, not being able to keep a straight face at all. She felt lighthearted. Like a… burden that she had been too used to having was curiously absent.

"Liar," Homura retaliated softly, poking Kyouko again. Kyouko grabbed hold of the hand poking her and pulled Homura to her. The dark haired girl didn't resist, letting Kyouko drag her body in for an intimate kiss. Or was Homura doing the pulling? Hard to tell.

Kyouko's tongue glanced gently at Homura's lips before pulling away, an impish grin on her face. "Minty. See, that's my natural taste."

"You probably drank the whole bottle." Homura muttered, nuzzling Kyouko's neck. Kyouko's fingers raked smoothly through Homura's hair as their actions came closer and closer to outright snuggling.

"Hey," Kyouko whispered, caressing Homura's spine. "Now that we've done it, does that mean you're my girlfriend?"

Homura paused briefly in ghosting her lips over Kyouko's collarbone. She rolled the words around in her head curiously. "Get some sleep, Kyouko." Homura finally settled on saying, pressing herself into Kyouko's warmth. Her body ached pleasantly in places she didn't even know she had.

Kyouko nodded, not pushing Homura for an answer to that particular question. It was still weird to think it in her own head. "You want to go again?" she asked jokingly, grinning suggestively.

Homura's fingers trailed over Kyouko's stomach as she inhaled Kyouko's scent thoughtfully. "Sure, why not." she replied.

Kyouko's eyebrows shot up in surprise and excitement. "What, seriously?"

Homura snorted against Kyouko's skin. "Just kidding." she drawled dryly.

The happy look on Kyouko's face immediately faded. "Goddamn tease."

.-.-.

Homura was a morning person. She started her days early and found it fairly easy to wake herself up. This might have been attributed to the fact that she never really had peaceful rests. After one night with Kyouko, she was suddenly reminded of what it was like to sleep dreamlessly. But after all this time, she never once recalled as rude (or awesome?) an awakening than the one she received from Kyouko the morning after. This was probably because she woke up very startled to find Kyouko's head between her legs.

At Homura's fully-aware squeak, Kyouko raised her head and licked her lips nonchalantly. "Ah, you're finally awake."

Homura had so many possible things to say at this moment that she wasn't even able to sort through them properly to reply. After several moments of Homura making the visual equivalent of "what is this I don't even…" Kyouko went right back to what she had been doing.

"You know, Hom, you make a lot more noises when you're sleeping than when you're awake." Kyouko spoke right up against Homura's wet cunt, her thumb rubbing up on Homura's entrance. Pulling her finger away, Homura could see a considerable amount of her own arousal coating Kyouko's thumb right before Kyouko stuck the digit into her mouth. Apparently Kyouko had been working her for quite some time while she had been asleep.

It was quite the strange sensation to wake up and find oneself halfway to completion. As a result Homura's body had already succumbed to Kyouko before she could make up her mind as to whether she would resist. She also couldn't seem to be able to stop the flow of these "noises" Kyouko just mentioned.

"Ahhh~" Homura found herself saying , her fists gripping the sheets on either side of her body, making her unable to clamp her own noises down. Kyouko smiled cockily, her tongue teasing Homura's nub while she gently circled Homura's entrance with a finger.

"I have to remember to keep waking up before you," Kyouko playfully remarked, giving the inside of Homura's thigh a nip before going back to eating.

"Haahn!" Homura couldn't possibly hold herself back having been caught unguarded and unawares. Her hips arched as her body attempted to get closer to the source of gratification, heedless of Homura's mental scrambling to get a hold of herself. Kyouko's tongue repeatedly swirling around her clit made this task virtually impossible. She only wanted and needed more, more pressure and friction and Kyouko.

It didn't take much longer to reach that height Kyouko had brought her to last night. All Kyouko needed to do was finally dip a finger into her, and Homura's body spasmed with a sharp cry from her lips. Kyouko kept her finger buried deep within her, feeling every pulsation going through Homura in wonder. She removed her fingers when it seemed that Homura calmed down, breathing heavily as her body stilled.

"Good morning, by the way." Kyouko said cheekily, crawling up Homura's body. The time traveler eyed the other girl mindfully.

"You couldn't let me wake up naturally first?" Homura grumbled, discreetly wiping at a small trickle of saliva from the corner of her mouth.

"Can't get any more natural than that," Kyouko said, looking all proud with herself. "You see, I wanted breakfast, and I saw you lying next to me looking all delicious and couldn't resist." she explained in a very satisfied manner. Homura snorted, pulling Kyouko down onto the bed next to her and rolling onto her.

"Next time you'll have to earn my moans, Kyou." She all but purred, straddling Kyouko's waist.

The redhead leaned up on her elbows, the intrigued look in her eyes indicating Homura had caught her hook and sinker. "Oh?" Kyouko said with interest, running her hands up and down Homura's thighs with zeal. "Challenge accepted."

At that moment, Homura's phone rang.

"Do not answer that." Kyouko demanded, already pouting since she knew Homura would probably go answer it anyway. Homura at least had the decency to give the phone an annoyed look before reaching over to grab it.

"I don't usually get called unless it's something important." Homura offered the brief and apologetic explanation, bringing the object to her ear. "What?" she answered tersely. There was a brief silence as the person on the other end of the line relayed whatever information they had. Homura swatted at a hand that started groping her butt, trying to focus on what the other person was saying. "No, we're not already there. This is the first I'm hearing about it. We've been," Homura swatted hands off her breasts, "occupied."

Kyouko had leaned forward at this point to kiss at Homura's neck, wrapping her arms loosely around her waist. She could hear the sound of Sayaka's voice on the other end of the line, making her pause briefly. There was a pang in her chest that she quickly smothered.

"Understood. We'll be there." Homura ended the conversation, tossing the phone behind her. "We're needed."

"What about my needs?" Kyouko griped, tightening her arms around Homura and biting at the area where Homura's neck met her shoulder.

"There are Witches in Mitakihara." Homura announced.

"Goody. I'm sure Sayaka, Madoka, and Hitomi will be thrilled with the chance to stretch their legs and magic after so long." Kyouko made a noise of surprise when Homura pushed her back down onto the bed.

"I agree with you. I have half a mind to let the other girls handle it while I take care of you," Homura said in a low voice, sliding her hand up between Kyouko's breasts, pinning the girl down with her hungry gaze alone. Kyouko gulped, finding herself powerless in the face of such lust made bare. Homura held her down for a few seconds before looking away and sliding off of Kyouko's bare waist.

"But we have a responsibility."

Kyouko groaned on the bed as Homura grabbed some clothes.

"If Witches are back, it means Incubators have finally returned to the city. We need to know if they have any knowledge about what we did to Kyubey." Homura said as she pulled a shirt over her head.

Kyouko just groaned again.

"We can grab breakfast while we're out." Homura offered.

That at least got Kyouko to turn her head and give her a rakish grin. "I already had my breakfast."

"If you don't get out of bed, I won't let you have 'lunch,'" the time traveler said offhandedly. Kyouko's grin slipped immediately as she recognized the threat and she reluctantly got out of bed. As she trudged out the door Homura smiled to herself, finding it amusing that she had found another way to have control over the redhead other than normal food. Had she just unleashed a beast?

.-.-.

"Let's make this quick!" Kyouko said as the two teens stepped into a Witch's Labyrinth, already transformed into their magical gear.

"Of course," Homura replied, hand on her shield, all business.

Kyouko spun a spear around in her grip, grinning. "You're pretty sexy when you get all serious."

Homura repressed a snort. "I thought you wanted to make this quick?"

"I could do this with my eyes closed." The spear-wielder ran ahead, slashing a few crow shaped Familiars that spun over their heads and cawed at them like grouchy demons. A few of them took a dive at Kyouko, and she erased them out of existence easily with a swipe of her menacing spear.

"Not that'd I'd want to close my eyes!" Kyouko shouted over at Homura as she threw her spear like a pro javelin thrower and pinned a crow to the side of a giant chair. "I'd hate to miss that fine ass of yours in action!" Kyouko summoned another spear and continued running ahead, jumping over random pieces of warped furniture.

Homura shook her head and walked after her. "Showing off her own ass, more like it."

It didn't take long to catch up to the other girl. It didn't take any time at all since she activated her powers. They were deeper into the labyrinth now, the landscape looking like distorted beds and wardrobes of all shapes and sizes. Crows flew by overhead, while shadows lurked behind chair legs and between desks. Kyouko was standing atop a pile of tiny dressers, fighting off a cloud of crows the shape of a hand that kept reaching for her. She cut off finger after finger and they just kept growing back annoyingly and she flipped backwards. Homura ran forward, looking like a brief blur of movement as she shot down every single crow one by one until they all exploded in a small cloud of black feathers. In a matter of a few seconds, feathers covered the ground, and Homura stopped looking like a flash to Kyouko.

"Let's go," Homura intoned, cocking her shield for any other Familiar that might appear. Kyouko jogged to catch up with her, openly checking her out.

"Have I ever told you how amazing your legs look in those heels?"

Homura found her focus waning. "Have I told you to shut up?"

"No, really," Kyouko was walking behind Homura, and reached forward to brush her skirt aside to get a better view. "Now that I got a small taste of you," Kyouko's voice had lowered huskily and she groped at Homura's ass, "I can't seem to get enough."

Homura swatted Kyouko's hand away. "I really have unleashed a beast," she commented, stopping in her tracks.

"You could say that," Kyouko replied sheepishly, removing her wandering hands. That's when she noticed Homura had led them to a dead end, which wasn't like her.

Homura spun around and grabbed Kyouko suddenly, surprising her. "I wasn't talking about you," Homura whispered sultrily right before she kissed Kyouko, pulling the other girl into the shadow of book shelf in a secluded corner of the labyrinth. She pushed Kyouko up against a wall, kissing the hell out of her. Kyouko had been a little caught off guard, but she was soon returning Homura's lusty kissing with gusto, her spear clattering to the ground.

After a few moments Homura separated their lips, a thin line of saliva connecting their mouths. Kyouko was already breathing shallowly, leaning forward after Homura when the other girl pulled back and seeking more. Homura placed a hand on her chest, lightly pushing her back against the wall. "Watch my back," she ordered. Kyouko nodded, her eyes alight with curiosity. Homura lowered her head a bit, her focus shifting to the oval shaped ruby gem on Kyouko's chest. The redhead, realizing what Homura was up to, squirmed noticeably when Homura simply blew on her Soul Gem.

When Homura took that first lick of her Soul Gem, Kyouko could feel her chest throb and her breath get catch in her throat. Homura took a longer second lick to the thrumming warm gem, and Kyouko's knees almost buckled. It felt like the most intense and addictive feeling Kyouko had ever experienced.

"More," Kyouko breathed roughly, hands clutching at Homura's jacket almost desperately. Realizing just the kind of effect this had on her partner, Homura smiled, the gem between her teeth.

"If you lose focus, you could get us both killed in here," Homura tried to explain, even as her judgment felt clouded in the midst of the act she was performing. She truly felt… insatiable. She ran her tongue over the gem several more times before suckling it, her eyes looking up to see how Kyouko was doing. Kyouko's crimson eyes appeared glazed over as she scanned the area behind Homura obediently. Her breathing was ragged and she could feel Kyouko's body trembling. The sight brought Homura great satisfaction. This was probably the stupidest and irresponsible thing Homura had ever done in recent memory, and she was loving it.

Kyouko felt like she would spontaneously combust. Homura was stimulating her body and mind and soul and what felt like the very foundation of her essence in the most maddening of ways. Her Soul Gem felt hot in her chest and the heat bled through her veins. It felt very similar yet very different than sex. And to top it all off, the added danger of Homura doing this smack dab in the middle of a Witch's labyrinth was a thrill in and of itself. Kyouko couldn't take it. With a cry it felt like her existence folded in on itself, turned inside out then set aflame. It felt as if her heart nearly gave out from the pleasure too. If Homura didn't hold her up, she would have crumpled to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut away.

Homura held Kyouko's weight, surprised that Kyouko seemed to lose conscious for a few seconds in her arms. Maybe treating a Soul Gem like that wasn't a good thing? "Kyouko? Are you alright?"

As if in answer, a lattice work of red links appeared behind her, sealing them off. Kyouko's fingers pressed into Homura's biceps hard enough to leave bruises and the redhead looked up at Homura, a pure predatory look in her eyes. She rose up with renewed strength, snatched Homura up and threw her up against the wall, reversing their positions. They kissed like starving animals and clawed down each other's bodies as if trying to get inside the other person's skin. Kyouko pushed a thigh in between those stocking-clad legs she could never get enough of. Homura made a deep distinctly feminine sound, and Kyouko knew she had definitely earned that moan. Kyouko pressed impossibly closer as if she wanted to smash Homura through the wall.

They didn't really give a fuck as to the fact that they were wearing clothes. They were in too much of a hurry to bother removing any clothes. They just hitched up each other's skirts and worked around it. A couple of devils committing the most basic of sins, that's what they appeared to be: another piece of crazy within the craziness of the labyrinth.

Homura slid her hips forward along Kyouko's thigh and raised one of her own legs to press it into Kyouko in kind. The spear-wielder growled into Homura's mouth, the vibration caressing the back of Homura's throat. She adjusted the angle of her pelvis to better rub her thigh between Kyouko's own, increasing the scorching friction between her own legs against Kyouko's thigh. Some funny disjointed part of her mind noted all the crows flapping and screaming at them through Kyouko's barrier, wanting to end their lives while they were too consumed in their own satisfaction to pay them any mind. It was funny, and Homura might have laughed if Kyouko hadn't started roughly dragging her hips back and forth along her the top of her thigh.

Homura lost herself completely then, hands grasping and groping anywhere, everywhere, Kyouko's nose gliding dizzily along Homura's jaw and breathing hotly against her neck. Their bodies found a rhythm to their bumping and grinding. Homura pulled sharply at Kyouko's hair. The spear wielder sank her teeth into the skin of Homura's shoulder hard enough to draw blood even through the fabric. They were gasping and grunting and riding as that intense heat built up between them until it all seemed too much to bear and when it felt they reached their absolute boiling point, it was like their bodies flushed to freezing cold before erupting into even more of an inferno.

They writhed against each other until the lightning bolts of white hot pleasure receded from their spines. Kyouko kept her feet planted, effectively keeping them upright, though her legs trembled with the effort. It didn't hurt that Homura's leg was still pressing up into her. "Damn," Kyouko said between gasps for breath. "That was like, fucking crazy magical Jesus sex."

Homura was catching her breath flush against the wall where Kyouko had pinned her. At Kyouko's words, a foreign noise escaped her. Even Kyouko looked surprised. Homura started laughing. That in and of itself was not that strange, but this was probably the first genuinely amused laugh Homura had laughed in a very, very long time. It bubbled from her dry throat and she was powerless to stop it. "Magical sex indeed!" she giggled breathlessly.

Kyouko was still looking at the other girl incredulously. "Seeing you smile that wide is like looking at the Mark of the Beast, Hom." Despite her sarcasm, Kyouko thought Homura looked rather nice when she smiled like that. Weird, but… nice. After having that thought, something that she didn't remember seeing before caught her attention. "Whoa, where the hell did they come from?"

The red chain links she had put up was covered with the dark creatures, a whole wall of them. After giving them a moment's consideration she realized that they appeared to be flapping in extreme slow-motion. She realized Homura must've been using her speed-up time magic to give them the barest semblance of privacy. The spear wielder shrugged and turned her attentions back to Homura.

The time traveler's giggles were subsiding a bit as she took back control of her brain from that mind-blowing "magical Jesus" sex. "We should probably, um," Homura cleared her throat and shifted her hips, feeling a distracting amount of arousal between her legs and the thigh that was in between Kyouko's legs, "we should probably go kill this Witch now."

"Yep," Kyouko ran caressing fingers from Homura's shoulder to elbow to her left hand, lacing her fingers through Homura's.

"We're putting innocent civilian's lives at risk with our dallying," Homura reasoned, violet eyes watching closely as Kyouko pulled her hand to her mouth and started kissing the tips of her fingers.

"Mm-hm, yeah." Kyouko flicked her tongue against Homura's palm.

"Not to mention the moral implications of this barrier. A Magical Girl has fallen, and we should respect that." Homura's voice got lower and lower and licked her lips unconsciously, Kyouko's eyes giving her a very sensual look.

"I'm totally hearing what you're saying," Kyouko whispered, taking one of Homura's fingers into her mouth and lightly sucking at it, keeping eye contact with Homura the entire time.

"Good," Homura kept trying to speak even as Kyouko paid equal attention to each of her fingers. "Communication is… very important." Homura was progressively losing her train of thought.

"I completely agree," Kyouko said agreeably. She turned Homura's shield hand over so that the back of her hand was facing up. She traced the golden outline of Homura's diamond-shaped Soul Gem with her tongue. The gears inside Homura's shield whirred and clicked as she did, the Familiars outside their protective screen seeming to speed up for a moment before going slow again.

The back of Homura's head hit the wall as she drew a sharp gasp for breath, the intensity of Kyouko's mouth on her Soul Gem hitting her like a ton of bricks. "Aren't you," Homura paused to shudder, "satisfied yet?"

Kyouko pressed a kiss to the deep purple gem. "I have a hearty appetite."

"I think I'm finally starting to appreciate that appetite of yours," Homura drawled humorously, her eyes fluttering shut when Kyouko gave her gem a hearty lick. Kyouko snorted in amusement before going back to work with her eager tongue and mouth.

It was in these moments, when both girls were so distracted by each other, that they didn't notice the Familiars dissolving away, and the entire labyrinth evaporate around them, the sign that the Witch had been destroyed. Kyouko still had Homura pressed up against the side of a building while she pleasured her Soul Gem and neither of them seemed particularly concerned by their surroundings. At least that's what another Magical Girl observed from a few meters away from them.

Madoka was at a complete loss. She had her bow still cocked and aimed at the Witch that was no more. A Grief Seed dropped in front of her with a small pin-drop sound. She had a momentary heart attack thinking the sound would attract the attention of her two friends who seemed to be doing something very private over in the street corner behind a web of red links. Then she realized that perhaps she should be attracting their attention so that they realized they were in a public place. But luckily when they were in their magical states, the attention of civilians was diverted from them. So anyone walking down the street would look the other way from what two Magical Girls were doing.

But still, it was in public. Madoka just couldn't just slip away without saying anything.

"I say we sneak away," Mami's voice stated her opinion inside Madoka's mind. "They're obviously in the middle of something. It would be rude to disturb them." Mami was watching through Madoka's eyes and felt immensely pleased by the sight presented. It looked like Homura had finally moved on from Madoka. That was one minor issue Mami could ease off her shoulders. Well, technically Madoka's shoulders, since they were sharing a body and all… You know what she means. Not that she had ever been particularly concerned as to whether Homura could steal Madoka away from her.

"Wouldn't it be rude if we left them here in the street?" Madoka stage-whispered to herself… to Mami… whatever.

"It's their business. In any case, those two were meant for each other, don't you think? Be happy for them."

"I... I am happy for Homura." Madoka whispered, feeling even more jumpy when she heard something like a pleased moan coming from the other two's general direction. Did they not sense her magic? She could sense that the two were releasing torrents of magical force like a beacon to any other Magical Girls in the city. How did they not notice?

"Aren't you gonna get the Grief Seed, Madoka- whoa, look what we have over there!" Madoka jumped even more at Sayaka's voice, torn between shushing the girl into silence and realizing that it was far too late now. Apparently Sayaka, who had just jogged up to Madoka and picking up the Grief Seed, had been oblivious to Homura and Kyouko's presence this whole time until now.

But with that shout from the blunette, the two engaging in what could best be described as "sticking their hands in each other's cookie jars" could not possibly be kept oblivious about Madoka and Sayaka's presence. They had stilled and slowly turned their heads to look at their witnesses.

Kyouko removed her mouth from Homura's hand and turned back to face the time traveler. "Hey, uh… What happened to your magic?" Kyouko asked very quietly, willing her hormones to calm down a little bit after seeing Sayaka standing right behind her and looking at her with a cheeky grin.

Homura looked like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over her head. "It must've slipped away at one point," she said back just as quietly. She contemplated using her magic so that she could escape as fast as possible, but decided that would accomplish nothing. She nudged Kyouko away from her and took her shield hand back.

Kyouko got the clue and took a step back, hastily straightening out her uniform and hair, dispersing the protective screen she had put up before turning back to the other pair and feigning surprise in the most obviously fake way possible. "Oh, hello there! Didn't see you!" Kyouko pasted on a wide smile and walked towards the pair, conspicuously wiping at her thigh with her hand. "Homura's Soul Gem was a bit dirty, so I was just wiping it down!"

Sayaka stifled a laugh with her hand. She had never seen Kyouko lie so badly before. Madoka was just flustered and fidgeting her hands in embarrassment. "Oh, so that's what you were doing," Madoka commented. Sayaka stifled even more laughter.

"Yeah, well," Kyouko cleared her throat, glancing behind her at Homura. The dark haired girl was hanging back, presumably getting herself together for Madoka. She was always doing something for Madoka. "Why don't you tell me about all the damn Witches that have been popping up, Sayaka." Kyouko threw an arm around Sayaka's shoulders, a gesture she used to love doing, and steered the blunette away from the scene.

"I think I'd like to hear more about you wiping down Homura's Soul Gem with your tongue!" Sayaka shot back right before Kyouko took advantage of her arm's position to put the caped girl in a headlock. "Nsdhfdo!"

Kyouko told the girl to shut up and stop waving her sword around while still dragging her away by the neck. Madoka watched them leave with a sheepish smile. When she turned back around, Homura was walking up to her, composure as cool as ever even if she was looking away. "Hello, Madoka." Homura greeted.

"Hey," Madoka said in a friendly manner, trying to coax a smile out of Homura with one of her own, though that rarely worked. "You two surprised me! You were letting off so much magic in the maze I was curious as to why it was taking so long to defeat the Witch!" Madoka explained with a hand on her hip. Homura noted the girl's stance and confidence and wondered if she had changed because of Mami's influence or on her own. It seemed like only a short time ago that Madoka spoke in a voice that constantly sounded apologetic for her own cheerfulness. Superimposing her Madoka with the current one always gave Homura a headache as it was constantly a reminder that this was no longer her Madoka.

Homura flipped her hair over her shoulder, trying to appear as unruffled as her ruffled state would allow. "We got sidetracked. I'm sorry you had to clean up after us, it won't happen again."

"Don't feel bad, Homura." Madoka's majestic weapon disappeared from her grasp with a quick flash of pink light. "We're happy to do it."

We. As in Madoka and Mami. Homura forced herself to look at Madoka in the eyes, seeing the different colored irises. This was not her Madoka. But it was the Madoka she had fought for.

"Kyouko is my girlfriend now." The words slipped out in a rushed and breathy sentence. Madoka looked as surprised by the sudden admittance as Homura was. She wasn't one to blurt things out, but Homura felt it needed to be said out loud and to herself. Looking into Madoka's eyes now, Homura wanted to show her that she had the ability to move on just like Madoka had, even if the pinkette would never truly understand the depths of strength only Homura possessed to do so. "She and I are together now," Homura said in a firmer voice.

"Ah," Madoka blinked as she reeled from the sudden news before a grin lit up her face. "That's great, Homura! I think you two are good together. I'm really happy for you!" Madoka didn't think twice about throwing her arms around Homura and pulling her in for a very tight hug. Homura felt even more aware of the remnants of sex still on her person, but she returned the hug, lightly wrapping her arms around Madoka's middle. This was going to be the last time Homura would allow herself an indulgence of this girl. Madoka, who had been the center of her life for what seemed like a thousand years… Homura took a deep breath so that the moment didn't overwhelm her and she took a step back to indicate that Madoka should let go.

"Thank you," Homura nodded, an embarrassed smile on her lips.

"Since when?" Madoka asked curiously, not missing a beat.

"Since," Homura tried to pinpoint the time when this had all started, and she suddenly smiled when she couldn't, "since a while, I suppose." She laughed, her voice as delicate and light as bells. It felt like a megaton of weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She felt more awake than she had in a very long time.

"I really love your laugh, Homura." Madoka smiled warmly. "If Kyouko can make you smile like that more often, than I'm all for it!"

"Then you obviously don't realize how insane I'm being driven," she replied, a note of a tease in her voice as her smile went back to her usual slight smirk.

"You're preaching to the choir." Madoka pointed to her temple and laughed.

"I don't appreciate that, Madoka." Mami pouted within the pinkette's head. She had kept quiet so far to give Madoka some semblance of privacy. Madoka sent a wave of good natured humor Mami's way to reassure her, even if Mami knew Madoka hadn't really meant it. At least, she hoped she hadn't meant it.

"I'm sure Mami doesn't appreciate that," Homura said to Madoka, surprising the two girls sharing one body. "Even if she does deserve it." Madoka felt a burst of annoyance from Mami and she quickly changed the subject.

"I think this is the last of the Witches today, Homura. I know you must want to get back to your girlfriend." Madoka sounded twice as giddy at the word "girlfriend." For some reason it made Homura like the term less. Perhaps she would refer to Kyouko as her partner, or lover. Actually, just Kyouko was fine. Homura and Kyouko, just as it always had been.

"I am rather reluctant to deal with anything the Incubators throw at us right now. Haven't even seen one of the bastards yet, and I don't care to." Homura peered behind Madoka and saw the figures of Kyouko and Sayaka talking down the street. "Let's call it a day, shall we."

"Sounds good," Madoka went ahead and let her Magical Girl uniform disappear from her body to reveal her normal clothes underneath. Homura followed suit and did the same. Kyouko and Sayaka turned their heads in their direction, probably sensing the other two releasing their magic before reverting back to civilian attire themselves and meeting up with the other pair.

"So," Sayaka started off. "I really am the only straight Magical Girl in the city."

.-.-.-.

The group had grabbed a bite to eat, and did a couple of normal things before they got sick of doing normal things. Homura, who had noticed Kyouko had been quieter than usual, excused them to go home. Sayaka and Madoka were just all too happy to see them go together, grins on their faces the entire time they left.

When they got home, the place seemed different somehow. Even if it was still the same old sparsely furnished and badly decorated and too dark and still had the lingering stains of Kyubey's black blood… It just felt different. It probably also had to do with the fact that there was now a queen-sized mattress freshly delivered and dropped off in the living room. "Your giant astronaut bed is here." Kyouko threw her jacket to the side while Homura folded hers over her arm, surveying the additions to the room.

"The TV is here too." Homura pointed out the smaller object next to her new bed. Kyouko whipped her head around, now more alert at the revelation. Her eyes widened when her gaze found the television box and she practically jumped with glee.

"Are you serious? You jerk, you should have told me!" Kyouko laughed, kneeling next the generously sized box.

"I felt spontaneous," Homura said, pleased that her decision to get the thing brought about this reaction.

"How did you even afford these things, anyway?" Kyouko asked absently, reading the features of her new TV.

"Well, you had a job once, remember?" Homura replied. Kyouko's smile fell off her face and she pouted at Homura. "Hey, you can consider these things truly yours." Homura defended. Kyouko straightened up and deliberately got into Homura's personal space.

"Even the bed?" she asked coyly. Homura answered by way of pushing Kyouko down onto the bed and following her.

"Shall we break it in?" Homura offered, lying flush on top of Kyouko and tangling their legs together. Kyouko grinned up at her.

"You want to break my new bed already?" she asked impishly, shivering as Homura brushed her ear with her thumb.

"I'll go easy on you for the sake of our new bed." Homura whispered against the skin under Kyouko's jaw. Kyouko sighed in pleasure and relief.

"So I guess we're still good?" the redhead asked with a hint of apprehension. Homura raised her head and looked at the other girl questioningly.

"Good on what?"

Kyouko blushed and averted her gaze. "Good on… us?"

Homura figured this must be what had been bothering the spear wielder. "What made you think we're not… 'good?'"

Kyouko pulled at one of Homura's earlobes. "Well… you talked to Madoka."

"I did." Homura went ahead and made herself comfortable atop Kyouko, hips over hips, chest over chest.

"How did that go?" she asked a little quieter.

Homura tilted her head as she regarded the sulking redhead. "Why do you ask?"

Kyouko shrugged. "Where does that leave us?"

Homura softened her gaze, bringing up a hand to gently brush the fringe from Kyouko's forehead. Where would she be right now if she had never become friends with Kyouko? The only reason she even felt like any vestige of humanity was left in her was because of her connection to Kyouko. She was no good without her.

"I told her you were my girlfriend, if that's what you mean." Homura said. Kyouko's eyes went huge as her head snapped to Homura.

"Seriously?"

"Yes." Homura sounded amused by Kyouko's bafflement. "And what about you? You talked to Sayaka."

Kyouko released a short breath of relief. "I told her the same thing." The two girls shared a tentative look before smiling slowly. Kyouko huffed in amusement, looking away and taking Homura's hand that was against her face. The dark haired girl took advantage of her hand's position to pull Kyouko's face back towards her, leaning down and giving the redhead a gentle kiss while Kyouko gave her hand a squeeze. They laid there in comfortable silence, and Homura understood why the apartment felt different now. It felt like home. In her bones, she felt like she had found the one place in the world where she would be accepted, next to her best friend and now lover, Kyouko.

"I guess with Witches back in the city, there's no need for Soul Gem Equalization anymore." Kyouko noted after a few minutes of playing with Homura's fingers. "Not that we ever succeeded at that."

The time travel had laid her head on Kyouko's shoulder. "You want to try one more time?" she asked.

Kyouko paused in playing with her girlfriend's fingers. "Are you offering what I think you're offering?"

Homura rolled her eyes and placed her lips next to Kyouko's ear. "Do you want to try having that threesome with me in my soul?"

Kyouko grinned, the ring on her finger already morphing to a glittering red gem. "You're the best girlfriend ever."

.-.-.

Inside Homura's soul, Kyouko rushed in happily, but there was only one Homura present this time. Kyouko looked around the cave eagerly. "Where's the other you?"

"There is no one else." Homura replied simply.

Kyouko looked confused. "But last time I was in here, there was glasses you and screwed up you."

This Homura shrugged. "We merged. You are now looking at a new, well-balanced individual." She flashed Kyouko a friendly smile. Kyouko's face and excitement fell.

"You're telling me that the only way to have a threesome is that if you're crazy or something?"

"Yes."

"… Worst girlfriend ever."