Let us Dance
A Homura and Madoka Fanficton
Summary: Because I can't help feel lonely for you, so let us dance until we are dead and dying.
Rated: M for sexual situations and character death
Genre: Tragedy/Romance
Style: One shot
Author's Note: I wrote this after I finished Puella Magi Madoka Magica. I cried the last few episode. There are no spoilers, so fear not. However, you should have watched up till episode 10 in order to understand this fic's base. I tried to play heavily on the feelings inside Homura's heart.
Let us dance, my sweet, and discover anew our love. Let us dance the dance of many around the world, a dance as sacred and sweet as time itself.
Let us stay together this one last night, before I reset time in a fluid attempt to save you from a fate I deny that won't exist. Forget the remains of the witch that takes the lives of the world above us: see only me.
There is always the eternal tomorrow.
Kiss me sweetly, let me taste the copper of your tongue. Let your hands slide with mine in an eternal tango, a quickstep of passion lost and gained through my eternal life. Forget that we are destined to repeat this, this pain, this sadness. Forget that we are meant only to be Puella Magi. Forget Kyubey and Incubators and Middle School.
Think only of me.
I slip my hand in between you bosom and your crystal pink eyes slam shut. I am not sure if you still fear my coldness, or if you embrace it. I can only hope that I can convey my love.
You are whispering my name now, short hisses of the three syllables that identify me as myself: lonely and stoic. You never see that though. You only see the beauty that is us.
I kiss a hot, sticky path down to your thighs and part them. I kiss gently, coxing you to an orgasm with soft hands and quick licks. I know that I do not have the time I wish I did, but that is easily forgotten. For now, Walpurgisnatch could be forgotten. My Soul Gem only craved Madoka and her sweet pink tufts of soft hair and her dripping sex.
Madoka was screaming now. I wondered if any of the dead spirits that were drifting up to the heavens could see our show. We are nothing but two magical girls, intertwining our spirits together through intimate practices as old as Kyubey's time.
Our time draws to a close before I reach completion, but that is alright. Madoka's chest heaves, her clothes handing from her in a wet bundle. I almost forgot that the area around us had been soaked with rain. I do not feel much aside from Madoka when I with her.
I know what I have to do. Her Soul Gem will crack, and soon I will have to reset time once more. It is my eternal curse. I kiss her gently, and I find that as I stand and prepare myself to return to the beginning of our meeting, I can only mutter one thing:
"Remember me."