The room resided in darkness. Homura loomed near Madoka's body. The girl's back was facing Homura.
"Madoka? Are you awake?"
No answer. Good. She was sleeping soundly.
Homura smiled ear to ear and tilted her head. She had been longing, craving this moment for years. She had plenty of opportunities before, but lacked the resolve to go through with it. Things were different now. This was her world. As were its inhabitants.
Still, her pulse rose. She put a hand on Madoka's side. Carefully, she lifted part of the pink-haired girl's shirt up slightly, revealing part of her abdomen. It looked so perfect.
Homura gulped. She was afraid Madoka might wake up. Not that there were any consequences to that - it just made her nervous. She could see Madoka's stomach and chest rising and falling. She lay a palm on the smooth skin. It was warm. Homura loved the feel of it, and she would enjoy it a little longer. She slid her hands underneath the shirt, slowly snaking them up.
Madoka shifted a little, but remained asleep. This was it. Homura stifled her breathing. She had found her targets. They were even warmer than Madoka's belly.
Then Homura touched them with her fingers. Madoka's face was turning a rosy pink by the second. Homura moved her fingers faster. Madoka's face contorted. She let out a squeak, and then her eyes shot open.
"Ho-Homura-chan, hehe, what are you - hehehehehehe - stop that!"
Homura continued mercilessly wiggling her fingers against Madoka's armpits.
Dappuru: For the lulz. That is all.