Homura looked up into Madoka's face. Her eyes, usually so cheery, threatened to overflow with tears.
"Madoka... I..."
Homura tohught back to their years together. She thought back to the day they had together. And she thought back to when she and Madoka first met.
I... I failed her...
She looked again into Madoka's eyes.
Madoka did the same. She saw the turmoil going on within Homura's mind, and understood.
Homura-chan... I feell... the same, Homura-chan... but that doesn't matter now. We have to do what we have to do. Because I know you feel the same as I. I just need to hear you say it. Say-
"I love you, Madoka."
O Freunde, nicht diese Töne!
Sondern lasst uns angenehmere anstimmen,
und freudenvollere.
Homura brought up her hand to hold Madoka's face, as Madoka was doing the same with her.
"I love you."
Freude!
"Homura-chan..."
Freude!
Madoka began a mix of joyous giggling and crying, throwing her arms around Homura, bringing their faces together cheek-to-cheek.
Freude, schöner Götterfunken
Tochter aus Elysium,
Madoka continued in her jubiliatiion, saying Homura-s name all over again.
"Madoka... I'm glad that I can make you happy."
Wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!
"Homura, please tell me again. Please, say it again!"
"Madoka, I love you."
This followed with more giggling, only ceasing when Madoka noticed how close her face was to Homura, their lips nearly touching.
"Homura-chan... do I make you happy?"
"Of course you do, Madoka. You are the light in my life."
"Homura-chan... then show me. Show me how much I make you happy."
Homura brought her face up the small distance needed to close the gap between her Madoka, and in a moment the two were caught in the momemt of their first kiss.
Deine Zauber binden wieder
Was die Mode streng geteilt;
The two at the concert sat enjoying the singing talent of the aria-singer.
"Wow."
"Yeah."
Kyouko actually knew the meaning behind the German words - her father often used the first stanza as a hymn in his services.
Alle Menschen werden Brüder,
Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.
All men become Brothers, where your gentle wing alights.
Kyouko looked over at Sayaka, and wondered if she would ever be able to close the last divides between them. She had been meaning to tell Sayaka for some time that she had developed... something. What it was she could not place, whether it be love of friends or love of mates. All she knew is that she wanted to get closer to Sayaka than they already have... and it gnawed at the pit of her soul in determining whether to or not.
Madoka pressed further into the kiss, whilst Homura's hands undid Madoka's braids to be able to get her fingers into her hair.
This feeling... I've been wanting it... for so long...
About a minute into their kiss, they broke apart, sucking in air that they had missed for the duration of the time they were kissing. After a pause, they looked into each others' eyes.
...love.
"More" they both said, and commenced again, even more passionately.
Their legs began to become entangled in another, their arms wrapped around each other, trying to get as close as possible. This was not enough - they needed more, to be able to truly feel each other.
To Homura's surprise, Madoka was the first to break from the embrace, only to send her arms down to below Homura's knees, trailing up her skirt to her thighs.
"M-Madoka-~!"
"Homura-chan, I want to feel more of you..."
It was about this time that Homura remembered that Madoka was drunk.
"Wait, Madoka,"
Homura took hold of Madoka's hands and slowly guided them back into an embrace.
"Awww, Homura-cha-"
"Madoka, I love. That's why I want you to be sober when we make the decision to go further."
"B-but Homura-ch-"
Homura silence Madoka with another kiss.
"Please. Do it for me."
After a moment's frown, Madoka returned to a cheerful state and nodded her head.
"Nn."
She settled into Homura's chest, and the two wrapped their limbs around each other once again.
In a few hours, okay, Madoka?"
But Madoka had already fallen asleep
Kyouko and Sayaka made their way home from the concert. Or at least, Sayaka was going home; Kyouko was just walking with her because she had nothing better to be doing at the moment. And there was also the fact that the red-head wanted to tell her something.
"Well, that was a nice little way to spend the evening. Of course, I completely neglected to work on my book report, ehehe..."
"Why are you going to college, anyway? It's not like you're particularly excelling in any one area."
"Geeze, thanks for the moral support."
"Seriously! You'd be much better off going into something physical, like baseball, or maybe dancing, or-"
"Really, you'd think I would be a good performer?"
"Sure! You're way better at that than reading, that's for sure."
"I'm not sure if I should be offended or feel flattered."
The two eventually reached the bus stop; it would be a small ride to Sayaka's apartment from there.
"Hey, Sayaka..."
"Hm?"
"I've been wondering, for a while now..."
"Yeah?"
Kyouko froze up. She knew what she wanted to say; just not how to say. She heard somewhere that there's some language in South America that has a word for this exact kind of moment; she rather wished at the moment that she knew what that word was.
"Kyouko, what have you been wondering?"
"Well, uh, I was wondering... during the concert... and sometime before that actually..."
"You have a point to this, yes?"
"Yes, I do! I wanted to ask, Sayaka... I wanted to say, I mean, for a while now-"
"Kyouko, you're not usually this choked for words. What's the matter?"
"Well, it's that, uh, I, and you, I mean, we..."
"Yes?"
"Well... uh... mm..."
Kyouko looked at the face of Sayaka and saw annoyance, but also a hint of concern.
"Well... I was wondering if you... would allow me..."
"Would allow you to...?"
"Well, I was going to ask, but... well,-"
"Out with it, Kyouko! Hell, what is it?"
Kyouko gulped. She tightened her fists. And she sighed.
"Could I spend the night at your place?"
"...that was it?"
The two girls had shifted positions since earlier, Madoka now resting in Homura's chest. The pink haired girl stirred slightly, rubbing her head into Homura's chest before resuming her peaceful slumber. Meanwhile, Homura absently played with Madoka's hair, raking her fingers gently through it, beginning just at the hairline and ending at the base of the skull, before slowly moving her hands back at the hairline to do it again. She loved this sensation: she felt like for the first time in her life, she was finally, truly connecting with someone, and not just anybody, but the girl she had loved for most of her life.
Her hands continued past the base of the skull this time and trailed them down Madoka's back, coming just to a rest at the bottom of her back. She felt tempted to continue on and place them onto her posterior; after a moment's reflection, she decided not to. It would not do to go further than she thought Madoka would be comfortable with at the moment, though the actions of her partner earlier gave her cause to question this logic. If anything, Madoka seemed eager to enhance their relationship; even as Homura warmly returned the feeling, she wanted Madoka to make the decision not under the influence.
Madoka stirred once more and lifted her face to look at Homura's.
"Homura... is it time now?"
"Are you clear-minded?"
"I'm clear-minded enough to know that you're stalling for time."
She was right. Though she genuinely wanted Madoka to be fully cognizant before making such a drastic change to her life, she also was vaguely hoping she would snap out of it and the issue would just go away. As much as she wanted it to be, Homura still felt that Madoka would be losing something by choosing her, she would be throwing away her life for the wrong reason, that she would be making-
No. No, stop this. Not this time.
Homura sat up and placed both hands firmly on Madoka's shoulders.
"Kaname Madoka."
"Yes, Homura-chan?"
"Do you love me with all of your being?"
"I do, and more, Homura. Do you feel the same for me?"
"Yes."
"Then I don't see any reason why... ehihihi... why we should continue waiting... any-"
And for the first time in her life, Homura took the initiative on something related to her love for Madoka and clamped her lips down onto Madoka's, pulling her closer in the process. She heard Madoka gasp at the sudden motion and squeeze her own arms tighter around Homura. As the kiss lengthened, both girls began to moan lowly into each other, their bodies aching for more than just the feeling of touching lips and entwined limbs.
Madoka began by doing what she wanted to do earlier, and lifted Homura's skirt up in the rear as she began to move her hands alongside Homura's thighs, rear, and lower back.
Homura returned the favor in kind and shot her hands down Madoka's pants, generously grabbing her posterior, causing her to give out "eeks" at times.
Madoka removed her hands from under Homura's skirt and began going up her back under her shirt, reaching for her bra and unhooking it. Yet again, Homura responded in kind by yanking off Madoka's sweater, briefly separating their kiss while doing so. She then proceeded to remove Madoka's shirt before finally laying her hands upon her abdomen. She softly caressed her lover's tummy, taking note of any recent developments.
"Madoka, this won't do at all."
"Hm?"
"You've been eating too many sweets."
"Homura-chan~!" sighed Madoka in exasperation, playfully pushing Homura away.
"Or perhaps I could donate some of this to your chest?"
Homura looked down, completely unaware that Madoka had removed her shirt and bra as well. Though it had been a number of years, Homura had never really filled in in the front, much to her disappointment.
"That was mean, Madoka. You need to be punished."
"Ehihihi~"
Homura began tickling Madoka's belly and ribs, causing the girl no end of mirth and giggling.
"Ho-ehi, mu-ra-cha-hihihi~!"
Homura began turning her torture into teasing, causing Madoka to gasp as she lightly stroked her nipples through her bra.
"T-t-take it off, Homuraaaa~..."
Homura complied, removing Madoka's bra and being rewarded with the sight of her young breasts. Though she had seen them before when they bathed together, they had grown slightly in a year; the intimacy gave them a new effect as well, and Homura could have sworn that they looked softer than they did before.
"Homura-cha, please... please mak-"
Madoka could not finish as Homura bent down and began to suck on Madoka's left breast, massaging her right one in the process.
"H-ho-mura-ch-ah, it's no fair... let me do some-"
Madoka used her own hands and began repeating Homura's gestures to her own breasts, though there was admittedly not much to play with. Regardless, the sensation was pleasurable enough, and Homura had to slow her own rhythm to take in her own pleasure.
"Madoka, more... please..."
Homura let go of Madoka's breasts as she allowed her to place her head into Homura's chest, licking her nipples and running her fingers around Homura's torso.
Homura let out a moan of plasure as she changed positions, sitting down with Madoka laying in her lap as her head busy with her chest.
"Ma-madoka..."
Not letting any moment go to waste, Homura began to unbutton Madoka's pants, and gently slide them off. Madoka placed her hands on Homura's hips and motioned her her to stand up on the bed. Doing so, Madoka unbuttoned Homura's skirt and let it drop to the bed below. Placing her hands on Homura's rear, she then began to kiss and lick her belly, taking in the joy and pleasure she was giving to her partner. Homura, not one to be outdonw, reached her hands down and began caressing Madoka from the shoulder-blades to her hips, to her back and up again to her shoulder-blades.
Both girls eventually seated themselves on the bed once again, and took a break from their pleasuring to look at each other.
"Homura-chan?"
"Hm?"
"Do you want to go... to go further?"
"It all depends, Madoka."
"On what?"
"How much are you comfortable with?"
In reply, Madoka giggled, got on her knees, and put her face into Homura's ear. Taking her hand, she cupped the side of her mouth and whispered.
"All of it."
She drew away and giggled, glad in her self-consciously erotic and cliched performance.
Homura placed her hands onto Madoka's belly once more and gently pushed her onto her back.
"Madoka, are you ready?"
"Yes."
Sliding off Madoka's panties, Homura for the first time gazed at the sprawled form of her loved one in the nude, her legs opened to whatever Homura desired to do.
In Sayaka's apartment, Kyouko was riffling through her CDs.
"You sure got a lot of classical music."
"Yeah. It was when I brought music to Kyousuke to listen to in the hospital."
"Mm."
Her eyes fell upon a compilation of performances by a tenor who's name she was unfamiliar with.
"Can I listen to this one?"
"Sure, if you want."
Kyouko opened the case and popped the CD into Sayaka's CD player. Putting on the headphones, she leafed through the small libretto-packet that came with the CD. Her eyes fell upon the lyrics to Libiamo ne' lieti calici from Verdi's La traviata.
Libiamo, libiamo ne'lieti calici
che la bellezza infiora.
Madoka had to place her hands to mouth to stifle her scream, so intense was the feeling that shocked through her as Homura began licking her private sanctum.
"H-ho-ho-haaaaah!"
Homura moved her tongue around within Madoka, causing the girl to convulse with nigh-unbearable pleasure. It had been wise to engage in foreplay, as it intensified her sensitivity.
Now, even the slightest touch by Homura sent shivers down Madoka's spine, her hands placed firmly onto Homura's head, not deciding whether to push her away or in deeper.
E la fuggevol, fuggevol ora
s'inebrii a voluttà
Madoka had to clench her teeth in absence of her silencing hands.
In the meantime, Homura had withdrawn, and was now probing within Madoka with her fingers, finding the places mentioned in a doujin she had absentmindedly leafed through one day while stopping at comic shop. Though at the time thinking mostly on how unsafe it was to have a box of such comics out on display, where anyone could pick up and read through, she suddenly found herself grateful for the surprisingly-insightful information given about pleasuring someone during sex.
"Let's see, it mentioned that the G-Spot was right about here-"
she pressed her fingers upwards within Madoka, and Madoka had to once again stifle her own scream.
"It also said something about the 'A-G-Spot', if I press a little bit up-"
At this Madoka had had enough. She placed her hands firmly onto Homura's head and gasped her name.
Libiam ne'dolci fremiti
che suscita l'amore,
As Madoka moaned in anticipation of climax, Homura allowed herself a light smirk.
Her smirk, however, vanished, as Madoka toppled her onto her own bacl and began to attack at Homura's spot as well.
"Ma-ma-madoka~?!"
Madoka began copying what Homura had done to her just moments prior, eliciting all sorts of gasps and noises from Homura.
In no time at all Homura felt herself reaching climax as well; at this, Homura took the lead again, climbing to the top and placing her hands into Madoka, just as the girl refused to take her own hand from Homura's.
poiché quell'occhio al core onnipotente va.
Libiamo, amore, amor fra i calici
più caldi baci avrà
Homura, together!
"Yes, Madoka! Yes!"
Clutching one hand in the others' while the other hand was engaged in stoking the last fires of passion, both girls increased their motions vigorously, eventually having to silence each others' screams and moans through a kiss they dared not break.
Both girls moaned low as they finally approached climax, both feeling awash in the glow of carnal love, their desires having been fulfilled at last. Panting heavily, the two collapsed.
"Wow, that soprano sure has lungs."
"Yeah, no joke, I heard it form over here."
"It is kinda odd, though.
"What, that she sounded like she was having an orgasm?"
The song had been a duet between a soprano and the lead tenor of the album.
"You know what, taking a look at the lyrics, they seem rather... suggestive."
The girls had finally come to an equal position, the two on each others' sides, staring into each others' eyes.
"Homura-chan, that was inc-"
"As were you."
The two had slowed their panting since their collapse, and suddenly realizing just how cold it was had drawn the covers of the bed over each other, their arms now around the other.
"Homura-chan, I want you to know something."
"Hm?"
"I want you to know that I love you."
"I know that, Madoka. I love yo-"
"That's not it. I also want you to know that no matter what happens, I will never regret this night, or how I feel right now. This will always be a treasure for me, Homura. Because now at least, we have finally become one in heart. I could never regret that. Not ever."
"Madoka..."
The girls had began to cry slight tears of joy.
"Madoka, I promise. I won't ever feel like this was wrong. Because now my love as been spoken, and will no longer ever be able to go away. I want you to remember that, okay?"
"Okay. Same with you, Homura-chan?
"Yes. Okay."
The girls put their faces together and slept on into the night.
Somewhere around 4 Sayaka had fallen asleep. Kyouko looked at the girl from her heat in one of the many chairs in Sayaka's room. She got up and after a brief hesitation went over to the sleeping bluenette. As she breathed, Kyouko watched the movement of her chest.
At last, she turned again to Sayaka's face, and the gentleness of it in her slumber. Kyouko was seized by a feeling, and bent over to get closer to Sayaka's face.
However, the feeling subsided, and steeling herself, Kyouko walked tot eh door, turned out the lights, and after looking back one last time, left.
She was surprised to find Mami's apartment empty. She had not known about Mami staying with Nagisa, and as usual just welcomed herself in (Mami had stopped trying to Kyouko-proof her apartment years ago).
Making her way to one of the many cushions on the floor, she collapsed into it, eyes fluttering in drowsiness.
"Geeze, I really blew it tonight, didn't I?"
She rolled onto her back and just stared at the ceiling for a long while. Turning her eyes to look at the wall, she saw a framed picture of the group from two years ago. Even in the picture, she could tell that even then, she had wanted something more with Sayaka.
"I really am a loser, aren't I?"
In the picture, everyone was seated in pairs along the rim of a fountain. Madoka and Homura held their hands in a light clasp, Madoka all smiles, Homura somehow forcing a genuine smile for the occasion.
Mami had Nagia sat in her lap, which was actually quite awkward, as the girl had grown to be about two inches taller by Mami at that point.
And finally, it was her and Sayaka, her arm around the latter, bold grin in place.
Kyouko held up her phone, looked away, and afater a final hesitation wrote a message to send.
We need to tlk tomorrow. ok?
After sending, Kyouko dropped her arm and preceeded to fall into a deep slumber.
Mami awoke at 6, seeing how Nagisa had adorably fallen asleep in her lap. She gave a sigh, and looked out the window.
"Still dark..."
She laid herself down, careful no to disturb Nasia too much. "Why does it feel like I missed something amazing...?"
Surprise! You thought it was a sexy MadoHomu fic? Too bad, it's a KyouSaya fic~
...
Just kidding, actually. But I'm willing to write a continuation.
P.S.
I would like to thank all of you for your patience with this fanfic. I fully intended to finish it a month ago, it's just a little something called "Finals" and "Term Papers" sneaked up on me, and I've just now recuperated to the point where I can write fanfic again. I would especially like to thank those readers from other countries, who somehow manage to understand what I'm writing and come back to read more of it. Well, that's that, I guess. Hopefully this AU can continue.