Smut ahead! You have been warned.

Chapter 4: Blankets and Animal Documentaries

A chariot's worth of frigid air stampeded through the door when Kyouko kicked it open, effectively chilled to the marrow in her bones. Muttering under her breath and cursing the existence of uncomfortable temperatures in general, she kicked her boots off and left them in the hall, walking into her apartment.

"Oh, welcome back, love," Homura said from her seat on the couch, where she was intently watching something on the television. She had taken to using British habits of affection ever since her discovery of Harry Potter, which she somehow hadn't read until recently. Not that Kyouko had either, but she wasn't much of a reader.

She had been told that it wasn't a very accurate depiction of magic.

"Have you just been s-sitting inside all day?" Kyouko asked, her teeth chattering lightly as she rubbed vigorously at her arms. The cold draft she had let in crept into the living room, ghosting across the floor with long fingers.

Homura shivered gently when it kissed her skin. She had her hair done up in a messy sort of bun, and it bobbed upon her head as she shook beneath the small mountain of blankets she had draped over herself. The time traveler rarely resorted to putting her hair up, and it added a sense of softness to her appearance. Maybe it was the casualness of it that contrasted well with what Kyouko knew about her.

"Why wouldn't I be? It's freezing outside," Homura pointed out, hugging her knees as she continued watching the television.

"Yeah, I noticed," Kyouko grumbled, loosening her scarf and tossing it aside. She shrugged off her coat too, draping it over a chair as she walked towards where Homura was sitting on the couch. "Train was closed down so I had to walk all the way back here."

"That explains why you're late," Homura said, eyes flicking towards the clock. Kyouko tried to sneak one of the blankets away from her, but she apprehended the girl with a smack to her wrist. "You left me feeling lonely."

"That's why I ran all the way here, 'love,'" Kyouko snarked, raising air quotations with one hand as she tried again to snatch a blanket with the other. "Just so I could be warmed by your cold, dead heart."

Homura curled a little deeper behind her blanket fortress, looking at her lover bemusedly. "If I'm so cold hearted, why are you leaning up against me?"

"The rest of you is warm," Kyouko admitted, finally managing to slip beneath the covers and sidle next to Homura, who shuddered when the redhead's frigid skin pressed against hers. Hand snaking beneath the blankets, she took Kyouko's fingers in her own and clucked when she felt their temperature.

"You're freezing," she said, holding the girl's hand more fully, which was clammy to the touch. Kyouko sighed when the shield user's warmth seeped into her veins.

"Exactly," she agreed, taking her hair out of its ponytail and letting it fall free. "So if you don't mind, I'm going to become a heat sponge for a bit."

With that said she turned and buried her nose in the crook of Homura's neck, her free hand seeking its Homura equivalent beneath the blankets. The smaller girl was intoxicatingly warm from sitting under the sheets, and Kyouko felt the ice in her system vaporizing as she closed her eyes and dozed, lips brushing lazily against heated skin. Homura brought one hand up and began slowly raking her fingers through the redhead's hair, using slow, methodical movements, and Kyouko felt her eyes rolling back in her head as pleasant little tingles skipped down her spine. Homura knew all the right spots to scratch her, that was for sure. If she wasn't so tired, she would have purred.

The girl's muffled voice brought her back from the brink of the void, and Kyouko found herself blinking hazily as she asked, "Whuh?"

"I said," Homura repeated patiently, "How was work?"

"Oh," Kyouko said, sitting up and yawning loudly. It had been a few minutes, and felt sufficiently warm, though they still kept their fingers intertwined. "No trouble or anything today. People don't really go clubbing this time of year."

The time traveler just shook her head in disbelief. "I still can't believe you're working as a bouncer, of all things."

"Really?" Kyouko asked. "I think it suits me just fine."

"Well, it does and it doesn't." A small smiled graced Homura's lips. "I can certainly imagine you knocking unruly people out and dumping them in the alley."

Kyouko laughed, her canines flashing. "You should've seen it, Homura. The manager wasn't going to find any way in hell to hire a teenage girl to be a bouncer until I proved him wrong."

"What exactly did you do?"

"I beat his best guy in a fight," Kyouko shrugged.

Homura rolled her eyes. "I should have guessed."

"Hey, it pays well!" the redhead insisted, laying her bare legs across Homura's thighs. "I could even get you and some others in for free if you want."

"I think I'll pass," Homura said blandly, digging around for the remote. "You of all people should know I'm not the clubbing kind of person."

She turned away from the redhead then, lifting the blankets a bit in her continued hunt for the remote.

"I'd love to see you dance, though," Kyouko whispered huskily into Homura's ear, leaning over so she could speak directly into the sensitive flesh.

Homura paused, then turned around, surprising her partner by putting a hand between Kyouko's legs and leaning forward, forcing the redhead to fall back against the couch. Kyouko's eyes went wide when Homura traced the cold edge of the remote across the length of her jaw.

"Do you want me to dance for you right here, right now?" the time traveler asked, her voice hushed and all sorts of illicit. Her eyes seemed to bore straight into Kyouko's, and the older girl could only swallow thickly as she begged her brain to formulate a coherent response.

"Uhh….." she managed after a long, tense moment.

Homura smirked, bopping the redhead's nose with the remote withdrawing back to her original position. "I'm kidding. It's too cold for that sort of thing."

Kyouko just stared at her, thinking somewhere in the uber-analytic part of her mind that Homura hadn't exactly said she wouldn't do it, if the circumstances permitted it.

While she was distracted by that, Homura stood up and sat down between Kyouko's legs, leaning back against the redhead with a soft sigh as she pulled the blankets around both of them. Lifting the remote, she unpaused whatever it was she had been watching.

"What is this, anyway?" Kyouko asked, arms coming up to loop loosely around Homura's stomach.

"Animal documentary," Homura explained briefly, eyes glued to the screen. "It's rather interesting, how all these species learn to survive on the Arctic tundra. I never had a chance to study it extensively in school."

"Hmm," Kyouko hummed, watching the snow rabbit that was hopping around on the screen before it got murdered by a wolf. Not that she could really see, since Homura's bun was in the way. "Fascinating."

"Shh," Homura hushed her, swatting the redhead's knee. "We're watching the animals."

Kyouko snorted. "You're watching the animals. I mean, unless you're implying that you're an animal. Which you can be. When I'm on my game, that is."

Homura's cheek's colored at the girl's implied meaning, but she didn't take the bait. "Shut up, Kyouko. Snow leopards, okay?"

"Sure, sure," she muttered, hugging her girlfriend against her chest, and for the next half hour or so she watched the rest of the documentary.

Well, she tried anyway. She really did! Listening to Oprah Winfrey explain how falcons used their claws to grab land based prey was definitely one of the most intriguing things she had ever heard, but the nape of Homura's neck was just…a tiny…bit more interesting. It was right there in front of her nose, exposed by the silky strands of hair that were done up in an attractively messy fashion, into that bun that bobbed every time Homura nodded at something she found notable. Screw the Arctic tundra. A triumph of nature's design was sitting right between her legs at this very moment.

Homura tried to act like she didn't notice it the first time she felt Kyouko's hand sliding up her thigh. If the redhead was truly intent on tearing her away from her beloved animal documentaries, she was going to have to earn it. So she kept her mouth shut and continued watching, even as Kyouko's nose joined the assault, its soft tip drawing a pencil thin line from her hair line all the way down to the first bump of her spine.

Oprah was saying something about bears now, but Homura found her focus waning when Kyouko began slowly planting kisses across her neck and shoulder, skewing off to the side as her hands wandered ever further. Finally, the redhead gently bit the soft flesh where Homura's shoulder met her neck, and she felt the time traveler's fingers sink into her knee in response. "Kyouko-"

Satisfied to find that she wasn't being completely ignored, Kyouko nipped her way back up to the girl's ear, which she spoke into with a breathy voice.

"I still think I like you better than some documentary," she said, flicking the shield user's ear lobe with her tongue before sucking it gently into her mouth, her breathing and her questing fingers heavy with the promise of much more thorough attention, if Homura would simply give in.

The girl in question gasped beneath Kyouko's ministrations, and an adorable blush swept her face in red. "But don't you want to watch the animals?" she asked meekly, her legs squirming against each other when Kyouko's fingers snaked to the waistband of her shorts.

In a rare moment of verbal wit, Kyouko took Homura's chin in her free hand and said, "Why would I? I've got my own little vixen right here."

She coupled it with the most knowing smirk she could muster, bumping their noses teasingly together, and Homura's surrender was inevitable.

Blushing catastrophically, Homura muttered, "Idiot," before finally leaning up and kissing her, able to feel the heat on her face even through her lips. Kyouko smiled into the kiss, knowing full well that she had won this little battle. Homura was inclined to agree.

The second kiss was more earnest, their lips coming together with a fervent need even Homura had been suppressing for the duration of the day. A hand came up to hold Kyouko's jaw in place, and the redhead earned a pleased sigh from her when their tongues glided against each other, tilting her head to deepen the embrace even further.

Homura was dressed in a comfortable button down shirt for sleeping, and Kyouko's deft fingers began working hurriedly to remove it, a button popping open for every inch she took off of Homura's self control. Soon she had the top half of the shirt hanging open, exposing the time traveler's bare chest to the cool night air.

Kyouko raised her eyebrows between kisses, hands momentarily stalling. "No bra, Homura? You've become a naughty girl."

"Shut up," Homura growled, not at all pleased by the fact that Kyouko's hands had stopped moving. The hand that had been on the redhead's jaw snaked upward to tangle in the girl's hair instead, and Homura used this extra purchase to force an even deeper kiss, managing to elicit a surprised moan from the older girl. Driven by a mixture of impatience and desire, Homura began to turn around in her seat on Kyouko's lap, intent on taking what she wanted if it would not be given to her.

Well aware that Homura was more than capable of dominating her if she wasn't careful, Kyouko hastily tickled her girlfriend beneath the ribcage, hearing a shocked gasp fly out of Homura's throat shortly afterward. The time traveler fell back to her original position, effectively distracted by the unexpected attack.

"Wh-ahaha! Shit, Kyouko! Why did you-" Homura's outraged giggle was interrupted by a surprised moan of her own, when Kyouko abruptly cupped one breast in her palm and gave it a squeeze.

"You can be on top next time," Kyouko promised breathlessly, still winded by how effectively taken by that last kiss she had been. Homura was getting a lot better at that, the kissing thing, which was both good and bad news for her. The girl was gorgeous enough already; couldn't she be just a little bad at sex? Irked by her apparent inferiority, she gave Homura's nipple a gentle tug, earning a quick yelp that restored her pride a little.

Homura squirmed in protest, one hand coming up to cup the one already placed over her breast. "But I…oh-" She found herself interrupted yet again when Kyouko decided to dip beneath the waistband, brushing her fingers against the moist region beyond. "Y-You cheater," the shield user hissed, before moaning again when the redhead spread her wide open with two fingers, stimulating her as much as possible without actual putting anything inside.

"You were saying?" Kyouko whispered mischievously, giving the girl's ear a kiss. "Rude vixens don't get to come."

"I'm not a vixen!" Homura snapped, while simultaneously jerking her hips to try and slip Kyouko's fingers inside, but the redhead was more wily than that. She bit the smaller girl harshly in punishment, making her cry out in a weird mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Whatever you might be, I don't really appreciate being called a cheater," Kyouko murmured, circling Homura's entrance with one arousal coated finger, more than well aware of how ready and wanting her partner was already. The time traveler keened when the redhead brushed a thumb over her clit. "In fact, if I remember correctly, you were the one who never fights fair."

"That is a separate issue entirely," Homura snarled, fingernails raking down Kyouko's thighs and leaving angry red streaks that faded a moment later. "Fine! Call me a vixen or whatever you want. Could you just-"

Kyouko laughed once before slipping two fingers inside, the extent of Homura's wetness making the fit easy. "If you insist, love."

Homura cursed softly when the redhead filled her, and she began to gently move her hips to match the rhythm of Kyouko's fingers, which the older girl bemusedly allowed. Playing absentmindedly with the breast still in her other palm, Kyouko watched in fascination as the girl in front of her began to slowly lose herself, one hand coming down to tap lightly at her clit, both girls working in tandem to bring her ever closer to that edge.

The other hand came up to press hard against Homura's mouth, short breaths and muffled gasps leaking through as Kyouko began working her in earnest. The redhead leaned forward to breathe harshly against the smaller girl's neck as she reached as deep as she possibly could, bringing her other hand up to her mouth before going back to fondling the girl's breast, coupling the added sensation with a gruff exclamation of her partner's name. Homura moaned in response, her tongue flicking out to moisten the palm pressed against her lips.

"Let me," Kyouko grunted, pushing Homura's other hand out of the way, so that she could work the girl's folds and her sweet spot simultaneously. She curled her fingers inside of Homura's dripping wet core, and suddenly she hit the most perfect spot, in a way that made the time traveler throw her head back and gasp:

"God, Kyouko. Right there."

Adequately encouraged, Kyouko kept her movements up, intent on making Homura come as soon as humanly possible. Homura's head was thrown back over the redhead's shoulder, and she turned so that she could moan into the girl's ear the exact way she wanted it, how close she was, how fast that rising pressure in her core was sweeping through her entire body, threatening to topple her already fragile sanity with every delightfully painful bite mark she felt being laid into her skin, and then she was there, falling off that incredible edge-!

Homura mewled Kyouko's name as she came, her wet fingers gripping the redhead's knee, and Kyouko moaned with her, continuing to pump her fingers in and out until her lover came down, extending the length of her orgasm.

Homura sagged against Kyouko's chest with a huge shuddering exhale, her own chest rising and falling rapidly. Her nipple felt raw where Kyouko had almost abused it in her rough ministrations, and her neck was covered in hickeys, but she had hardly noticed in the spur of the moment. Closing her eyes, she carefully directed her internal magic to not heal the gentle bruises, wanting to preserve the places where her lover had marked her for as long as possible.

Turning around, she pushed Kyouko down onto her back, the redhead's cheeks also flushed considerably. "So, I get to be on top now, right?"

Kyouko smiled sheepishly. "Well, I did promise."

"Now you can be my vixen."

"Uh huh…"

The blankets had been all but kicked aside at this point, but neither of them really minded. It wasn't so cold anymore.

Somewhere in the background, Oprah launched into a long spiel about mating season in the Arctic tundra.

So yeah, I was originally going to just end this as a cute little moment thing, but it obviously ended up going a lot further than that. Also, I've always wanted to see what Homura would look like with her hair done up, but I've never really seen a picture of it, and I lacked the artistic skill to remedy that.

Anyways, thanks for reading!

~Banshee