Author's Note:
Surprise, bitches, bet you thought you'd seen the last of me. I was actually planning to roll this out a few days after the last part but it ACTUALLY took a few months, oops, sorry about that! Anyway, this is the for really real last part. It's fluff, smut, AND angst rolled up into one, what a deal!
"Sayaka, dear, I made you lunch!" One moment Madoka had been standing next to Sayaka's desk, going over last night's homework, and then she was quite forcefully knocked over with a squeak by a quite joyous Hitomi carrying two bento boxes, unwittingly trampling the pink haired girl as she set them down not too gently in front of her girlfriend.
"W-wow, Hitomi, you sure are… enthusiastic…" Sayaka stuttered, concerned about her flattened friend and aware that the entire class was staring at them. "That's alright though, I wouldn't have it any other way!" she continued, all these worries disappearing and being replaced by excitement at the prospects of eating lunch lovingly handcrafted by her cute girlfriend. She reached forward and carefully started to unwrap the cloth surrounding the bento boxes.
"Well of course I am," her girlfriend responded in a tone of mock superiority, putting her hands on her hips. "If I'm going to be with you, it's all or nothing, whether everyone else approves or not." With that she shot a glare cold enough to sink the Titanic at their classmates, who quickly pretended as if they hadn't been staring and gossiping about the couple this whole time. "Besides, everyone knows that a proper lady must always make good food for their ma- I mean, woman." She brought her hands to her rapidly blushing cheeks, though whether she was blushing more because of her girlfriend inspecting her homemade lunch or because she was mentally patting herself on the back and telling herself how good of a lover she was remained a mystery.
Sayaka removed the lid of the bento, curious to see what a lunch made by a "proper lady" looked like. Her eyes almost bugged out of her head in amazement. Many rolls of sushi were arranged into a big heart, with octopus sausages spelling out "S + H" in the middle. Rice and pieces of chicken filled in the empty spaces, creating the image of the food being nestled into a warm bed. She could barely contain herself; all she could muster was a choked out "W-whoa." while her inner otaku screamed incoherently.
This can't be true! This has to be a dream! I have a cute schoolgirl girlfriend making me bento lunches with hearts in them! Is this moe? Does this count as moe? This is so moe!
Hitomi put a hand to her chin, her eyes sparkling with success as if she had just painted the Mona Lisa. "Yes, I see you like it, hmm? Only the highest caliber of girls trained in high class dining and etiquette such as myself could create such a masterpiece. In fact, you should see my-"
"Phhhhh. Phitomphi-phan!" Suddenly, the haughty girl was interrupted mid-rant by a muffled squeak calling her name from the floor.
Hitomi did a double take, unable to find the source of the voice at first. "Huh? Who's calling m- Oh!" Looking down, she discovered that she was standing on a short pink girl's back, pinning her face down to the classroom floor. She quickly hopped off, giving a lame giggle of apology. "Oops, when did you get there, Madoka? Sorry, I didn't notice you!"
Madoka responded with a wounded sniff, slowly climbing to her feet. She dizzily stumbled forward a few inches, trying to find a seat. "I think… I may need to lie down… I hit my head kinda…" Before she could even finish her sentence, she toppled over, saved from hitting her head a second time by the creepy girl who had transferred in a week ago, catching her in her arms. She gave the pair a stoic glare, then hooked her arms under Madoka's and dragged her out of the classroom and out of sight.
"W-where do you suppose she's taking her?" Hitomi finally wondered aloud after a moment of silence. Somewhere deep inside she couldn't say for sure that this girl wasn't actually a vampire dragging Madoka away to suck her blood.
"Nurse's office. Probably. Hopefully," Sayaka responded, her mouth half full with sushi. She did not want her shoujo manga protagonist prize to go to waste.
Hitomi clapped her hands together in delight, a bright smile replacing her look of concern. "Oh, I filled that one you're eating right now up with nothing but wasabi! I was worried you wouldn't like it, but you just ate it up in one bite, I'm so happ- SAYAKA, OH NOOOOOOO!" While her girlfriend was expressing her delight, the taste of the truckload of wasabi finally hit Sayaka's taste buds. She abruptly collapsed onto the desk, her head slamming onto the rest of the bento. Her breath came in short, raspy bursts as she reached up to scratch at her throat, a futile gesture. I was stupid… so stupid… she thought to herself weakly, and her spicy world of eternal torture finally went black.
Hitomi lying face down on the street in a pool of her own blood, her green hair stained red. Hitomi split up the middle by a blue cutlass, her entrails spilling out onto the kitchen floor. Hitomi's corpse coming closer, leaving a bloodied trail, intestines falling out and marking her path, her bloodshot eyes giving a furious, deathly glare. "It's your fault I died. It's all your fault. What, you think you're forgiven just because I'm alive again? You stupid bitch, night after night, I'll always be here. No matter how happy you become, I'LL NEVER LET YOU FORGET WHAT YOU DID TO ME!"
Sayaka shot up in bed, stifling a scream and covered in cold sweat. Nothing new there. What was new, however, was the unfamiliar bed she was in, and the presence of another girl close by. It was dark; by this, she deduced that she had been unconscious for the rest of the day. By the light of the moon, she caught a glimpse of green hair next to her. Oh god. Oh god no, am I still dreaming? Will she torture me here too? The bottom of her lip trembled as she kept staring forwards, unwilling to get a better view of her nightmare. Please don't hurt me anymore… I'm a good girl now… I'll protect Hitomi and I won't kill her this time, so please-
"S-SAYAKA!" Just as quickly as she had shot up, the blue haired girl toppled over from the force of Hitomi tackling her and hugging her tightly, straddling her. No blood. No entrails. Sayaka could barely suppress a sigh of relief.
"I, I, I thought I murdered you!" Hitomi wailed, fat tears rolling down her cheeks and soaking Sayaka's pajamas as she buried her face in the latter's shoulder. Her muffled sobs rang throughout Sayaka's body.
As Sayaka felt her throat prickle painfully, her memories of that day returned to her. She had been incapacitated by a wasabi sushi bomb, and Hitomi must have brought her to her house to recover. These weren't even her pajamas; Hitomi must have dressed her. "Hey, that thing really hurt, you know, why would you even try making something like that?" she cajoled gently, stroking Hitomi's wet hair, matted from a day's worth of regretful tears.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry…" Hitomi moaned over and over again, separated by periods of sobbing. Punctuated by a loud sniff, she dug her face out of Sayaka's shoulder and kissed her lips gently, trying not to shudder with random sobs. "Please, please forgive me, I didn't mean to hurt you," she sniveled, wiping her eyes as best she can.
"As if I could ever be angry at you, Hitomi. It's okay, so please stop crying," Sayaka whispered, tenderly reaching up to wipe the tears from her girlfriend's face. Seeing Hitomi's sobs turn to sniffs and light hiccups, she pulled the girl's head down and returned the kiss, this time deeper and longer. Sayaka felt lost in Hitomi's lips, each second stretching on for eternity. Here, she was safe. Perhaps she could temporarily extract herself from her nightmares.
Finally separating from the taller girl, Sayaka pushed her forehead against Hitomi's, touching their noses together. I love you, Sayaka mouthed silently.
I love you too, Hitomi answered, a slight smile finally parting her silent lips. Sayaka's love warmed her heart, no matter what the circumstances.
Sayaka smiled back as well, and wrapped her arms around Hitomi's neck, bringing her down for another kiss. There was an aura of passion surrounding the two, and Hitomi brought her hand to Sayaka's cheek, their kisses picking up in speed. There was something about this kiss that suspended all the air in the room in stasis, and muted every sound in the world to zero except for that of lips coming together. No longer content with lips, Sayaka pushed her tongue up at Hitomi, asking to be let in, which the green haired girl acquiesced to without a moment's hesitation. Their tongues poked and licked at each other, the tips meeting together in a passionate admission of love.
Without a moment to lose, Hitomi took one of Sayaka's hands away from her neck and pressed it against her breast. Sayaka's eyes widened in shock; This was definitely new, Hitomi NEVER initiated these kinds of things. Hitomi turned her head to the side, a blush rising up and covering her face.
"P-please use my body to feel better," she stuttered in an embarrassed tone. Sayaka had the sneaking suspicion that Hitomi had been practicing this line while she was still unconscious, planning to use this as her apology for attempted murder.
"Well if you're offering yourself so generously, I have no choice but to accept!" Sayaka replied in her usual mocking tone. She groped harshly at Hitomi's breast, using her other hand to explore her still clothed body. Her partner stiffened with the initial sensations, before loosening up and getting back into the kiss, reaching up a hand to unbutton her own pajama top, opening it just enough for her apple sized breasts to poke out. Her determination to heal Sayaka with her body overwhelming her embarrassment, she guided Sayaka's hand once more to her breasts, now completely bare.
Sayaka, of course, needed no encouragement. She took a handful of each breast and squeezed, enjoying the deep sighs of pleasure Hitomi let out between kisses. Proceeding to knead each nipple between her fingers, she kissed down away from Hitomi's lips and to her neck as her sighs turned into squeaks and grunts.
Hitomi, however, would not let herself be carried away this time. She had a plan. Untangling herself from her position astride Sayaka, she instead straddled one of Sayaka's legs, one leg between her partner's legs and the other to her side. She then pushed her knee up against Sayaka's crotch, grinding into her clitoris still covered by her pajamas.
The blue haired girl let out a yelp of surprise at first, before following up with low moans at the feeling of being grinded against so intensely. Her hips thrusted up involuntarily at Hitomi's knee, wanting nothing more than to feel better and better. She continued to kiss Hitomi's neck, nibbling at times, and then sucking, trying to mark her territory. The air filled with their soft, feminine moans, wrapped up in foreplay.
Now incredibly turned on from Hitomi's efforts, Sayaka could no longer stand the feeling of clothes on her body. She unbuttoned her top as quickly as she could without ripping the seams apart, then pushed herself back to strip herself of her bottom, sticking slightly to her crotch from the moisture of pure desire. Meanwhile, Hitomi stared hungrily at her lover disrobing herself, eating her body up with her eyes. Before Sayaka could take any action, the green haired girl had already attacked her meal, pushing Sayaka's legs open and settling between them, licking timidly at the small pleasurable knob that was her clitoris. Even Hitomi had to admit that Sayaka tasted better than anything a highly trained wife such as herself could ever cook up.
Meanwhile, Sayaka thought about how Hitomi may not be the best cook, but she sure is a fantastic eater. She didn't even have enough time to laugh at her own joke before the waves of pleasure caused by Hitomi's tongue crashed over her, flattening her down against the sheets. Breathing heavily and loudly, she took the green haired girl's head in her hands, caressing and pulling, while thrusting towards her to grind as much as possible. Suddenly, it hit her how selfish she was being. Hitomi is having her way with me so… freaking… good… but I haven't lifted a finger to do the same to her! Sayaka tried to reach around to grab at Hitomi's breasts again, or touch something pleasurable before noticing that Hitomi was already way ahead of her. At some point, Hitomi had shimmied her pants off and grabbed a stray pillow, balling it up between her legs and thrusting down at it, rubbing her clit on the fabric in small circles before giving a few more sharp thrusts and repeating the process. With each repetition Hitomi shivered in pleasure, the tiny moans escaping her lips vibrating up into Sayaka's clit and increasing her own pleasure.
Sayaka sat mesmerized, entranced by both the incredible feelings that Hitomi was giving her and the extremely arousing sight of Hitomi pleasuring herself. Her cute little rear was like a metronome to Sayaka, drawing wet little circles on the pillow seemingly in time with her own heartbeat. Then, her possessive side came through, and somehow she started to feel jealous; she should be making Hitomi feel good, and nothing else!
She tried to push Hitomi away by the shoulders, but she stood fast, licking with an almost religious fervor. "Hitomi, move, let me take care of you, please," Sayaka pleaded. Hitomi just shook her head with an "Uh uh!", intent on continuing her task. The blue haired girl knew she was going to come soon; she just couldn't take this amount of sucking, licking, and teasing.
"Okay, okay, you win, let's at least do this together then, I want to eat you too," Sayaka begged with desperation. She tried her best to hold off her orgasm, nearly failing until Hitomi finally extracted herself from between Sayaka's legs.
"Okay, fine," she conceded, throwing the pillow away and pulling Sayaka down onto her belly, still unwilling to give up control over the situation. She then deftly slid under her partner so that they were facing opposite directions, giving them the opportunity to eat each other.
Her desperation still apparent, Sayaka quickly dug in to her partner, reaching up past the tuft of green hair and taking her clit into her mouth, sucking gently yet firmly. Hitomi was, of course, Sayaka's favorite dish. Hitomi resumed her previous task, except less calculated and more erratic, now dealing with the increased pleasure of her lover's tongue instead of a pillow. She couldn't help herself from grinding up towards Sayaka, thrusting and swaying her hips to no beat in particular.
However, the blue haired girl was just getting started; she was determined to overpower her lover. This became apparent when Hitomi suddenly felt a finger enter her, involuntarily letting out a loud, whiny "Ahhhhhhnnnnn!" as she felt herself temporarily overwhelmed by her nerve endings firing faster than a chaingun. She allowed herself to be swept away by the tide, pulling Sayaka's hips down closer to her mouth, digging her nails into her thighs and viciously nibbling on her clitoris.
Finally, this cycle of trying to one up the other was too much for the pair. Their moans and cries turned to guttural noises and short grunts as they felt their climaxes approaching like a speeding truck. "C-coming, coming, coming," Sayaka chanted shrilly, unable to think clearly. "Me too, oh Sayaka, SAYAKA!" Hitomi cried out in response, as they both orgasmed in unison, their bodies writhing and their muscles spasming out of control. Random cries of pleasure escaped their lips as their brains shut down momentarily, feeling nothing but pure bliss.
Hitomi finally rolled off of her partner, breathing heavily as the heat died down. They were covered in sweat, the bedsheets thrown off in a pile, the room reeking of sex.
"I'm hungry," Sayaka finally wheezed out, aware of how she hadn't eaten anything since the accursed wasabi bomb.
"I have some leftover sushi in the fridge," Hitomi replied, looking over at her partner in hopes of her cooking getting a second chance.
"I'm not hungry anymore," Sayaka whispered in mock terror, her eyes comically frozen wide open.
"Yeah yeah, rub it in," Hitomi sniffed, before finally allowing herself to smile and cuddling her lover, their sweaty skin sticking together.
There was a moment of silence as they both cooled down from the wild session of lovemaking, mutual thoughts of love and adoration on their minds, with a new feeling of sleepiness introducing itself as well.
"Hey Hitomi?"
"Yes, Sayaka?"
"…Together forever?"
"Yes, Sayaka. Nothing would make me happier. Together forever."
…
"Never forget. Never forget what you did to me. Always remember how you killed me. Forever."