Author's Note: This is the final installation in the "Clutch" series. I cried a lot while writing this. It's always hard to be difficult to characters you love. I hope you'll cry along with me as we see a resolution to the two, very literal, star crossed lovers.

Homura's back hit Madoka's bed first. Her mind seemed to connect the sensation seconds later, and by then, she and Madoka were pressed against one another, limbs and lips tangling with each other. Homura nipped at Madoka's lips and Madoka keened, her hips jerking forward with pleasure. Homura swore she could feel the pure energy of Madoka bending towards Homura, tugging at her, pulling her in deeper to Madoka's presence.

"I want you so badly Homura," Madoka whispered, shrugging off her clothes. Homura tried to remember when her pure white and pink robes had become a pair of time worn jeans and a tank top. Truth be told, she couldn't bring herself to care: all she could focus on was Madoka's creamy, pink skin and how quickly she could access the rest of it.

Madoka must have sensed her thoughts because a coy smile erased all the gentleness on Madoka's face. Homura felt her breath hitch as Madoka's hands crept down her body, pushing up her sweater until it rested above her bust. Madoka's head dipped down and kissed her bra, sucking and nipping until Homura was moaning. Minutes later, Homura's clothes were discarded, leaving her nude on the soft bed. Madoka quickly discared her clothing, waving her hand over her body, the clothing reappearing on top of Homura's.

"Madoka…" Homura whispered, pressing her hand to the girl's bust. Madoka smiled and reached up for Homura's hand. She slid it down her body until it was between her legs.

"Make love with me Homura."

Homura and Madoka seemed to tumble over one another as pleasure blurred their senses. Fingers dipped in and out, and both women cried out, their backs arching, bodies flexing, throats raw. The hour seemed to crawl by as they pleasured on another, reveling in the feel of each other's bodies.

Forty minutes later, Madoka and Homura lay together, sweat sticking to their forms. They were tangled in soft sheets, Madoka's head resting on Homura's chest. Homura absent-mindedly ran her hand through her partner's hair, humming.

"Homura."

Homura looked over to Madoka.

"You'll have to go soon. I… I don't know when I can do this for you again." Madoka's voice seemed so small. For the guardian of the ever infinite cosmos, Homura thought she sounded too afraid.

"I…" Homura couldn't find the words as a lump of emotion wedged itself into her throat. "I… I don't want to go."

Madoka nodded, and Homura could feel wetness on her chest. "You have to Homura," she said, sitting up. She gripped the covers, holding them tightly in her right hand. "I need you to go."

"But… why?" Homura whispered, tears running down her cheeks. She sniffed softly.

"You're my Champion, Homura. Those girls, all of those girls out there, in every iteration you crafted… They need you." Madoka waved her hand across the open air. It sizzled audibly for a moment before a tear appeared. Homura watched as various girls battled the demonic beings that had claimed the places of the witches. Some girls reigned victorious and others fell. After a minute, Madoka waved her hand, the tear sealing itself shut. "They need your guidance. They need your kindness, Homura. You…" Madoka paused, chewing her lip. "You can't stay here."

Snot dripped from Homura's nose as her tears came full force. She screamed, her voice raw. "No! No, no, no! I won't- I won't lose you again!" Homura beat her hands against the bed, wails exiting her lungs. Madoka sat still, her expression serene despite the tears shimmering on her cheeks.

"Homura, I told you I'd never leave you. Please… You're my only hope for those girls. Without you, they'd have no peace. You give them that. You're my regent. I need you to go back." Madoka quickly reached out and clasp Homura's cheeks. "I will never leave you, nor forsake you, my love. I am always here," she said, eyes resolute as she ran her finger across the red ribbon in Homura's hair. She twirled it about her finger. "I am always here," she whispered once more, placing her hand on Homura's heart. "We'll see each other again."

Homura sniffled and clung to Madoka, weeping. "I know, but… I love you, Madoka. I want to be with you always." Madoka parted her lips to speak, but Homura pulled back. "But I… I know I have a job to do. I… I help those girls. I keep people safe. And without you," she said, cupping Madoka's cheek. "I couldn't still be doing that." She leaned forward and captured Madoka's lips once more. Electricity crackled between them and they pulled back, sorrowful smiles on their faces.

"It's time then," Madoka said.

Both girls climbed from the bed and redressed. Homura watched as Madoka clasps her hands together. Her ornate robes returned, billowing about her. Madoka extended her hand once more. "Let's go, Homura."

She led Homura back to their original location. "Here," she said, directing Homura to a nearly invisible futon. Homura nodded and went to it, kneeling down and laying down on it. "I… I must send you back now. I might be a God, but even I can't keep you here forever."

Homura nodded and smiled, tears blurring her vision once more. She blinked quickly, clearing her vision. "Don't worry, Madoka. We'll see each other again."

"Yes," Madoka said, her eyes shining a vibrant bright pink. "We will, once again. Soon again." Homura nodded and closed her eyes. She felt the pressure of Madoka's hands on her forehead.

"Nunc ego mitto vos reduces iteratione cum omni dilectione Homura. Iterum autem videbo vos cito. Mundum veni, et eripe me fortissimus. Nihil timor. Esse potes." The foreign tongue lulled Homura deeper into sleep. She felt her body sink into the futon, deeper and deeper.

"Bene vale cor meum. Donec iterum conveniant."

Homura smiled and let herself go.

Translation Notes:

Madoka's Latin Incantation translates to be: "I send you now back to your iteration with all my love, Homura. I will see you soon again. Go forth and save the world, my Champion. Fear nothing. Be all you can." Essentially, she is wishing Homura the best until she eventually comes to claim her soul for the afterlife.

Bene vale cor meum. Donec iterum convenient is latin for "Goodbye my heart. Until we meet again.