Side B: even later.
"I... I've been thinking, Homura-chan. Maybe I... m-maybe I l-like you, too," Madoka finished, almost in a whisper. Her head hung down bashfully, but her eyes looked up to see the strange expression on Homura's face, and her mother's advice about making mistakes rang through her mind. "B-but, I'm not sh-sure how I feel, exactly, it's all s-so new..." the pinkette's mind wandered, thinking about the fear and dread that she'd first felt being around the cold, sinister transfer student. That had changed, gradually, after coming to accept the girl's dire warnings as some kind of misguided and socially awkward attempt to express concern for her well-being. And then, as time wore on, the attention, the devotion...
Although she didn't understand herself well enough to express it honestly, Madoka found it extremely exciting to be the object of someone's obsession. Extremely. She felt so... bland, so average. Unremarkable. It was exhilarating to see the naked interest in the other girl's eyes.
"I th-think I've known, for a long time... I was just... I didn't know what to do. Even now, talking about this... I've never had any kind of... relationship." She shook her head, putting a dainty hand across her chest. "My heart... it's so fast. This is hard. I... I always daydreamed about being with someone, but..." She recalled the way Homura's face would light up when they were together, a change she could notice even if others could not. That delicious, comforting tingling that she'd feel as they'd hold hands, or when the dark-haired girl pressed a cheek against her own... Definitely more than friendly, she realized belatedly. "I d-don't know what to do... but, if y-you w-want to t-t-try..." She felt like she owed the transfer student at least that much, and was surprised at how much she was anticipating the chance to get in some kissing practice. My first kiss, she thought dreamily, since she'd long since decided Sayaka's didn't count. They had just been playing around, and that had been years ago. Well, a year ago. Almost a year. But she was determined not to let Homura know this would be her first kiss, since she had a tendency to get very stressed out about things.
Madoka's eyes focused on the girl sitting on the bed across from her. "H... Homura-chan?"
Homura vision swam as she felt her heart stop, and Madoka watched in wide-eyed horror as the black body-suit clad girl toppled off the bed, her head slamming into the wall as she collapsed, lifeless.
"You know what always cheers me up?" asked Junko, rhetorically, as it turned out. Mami concentrated on walking steadily, one foot in front of the other. The heels had really begun to hurt her feet.
Sliding the key card into the slot, the purple-haired woman smiled. "A long, hot, soaking..." she began, flicking on the room's lights. Mami was stunned: an entire wall of windows faced the glowing buildings of downtown Mitakihara, the upper floor of the hotel giving them a sweeping view of the horizon. "... dip inside..." The older woman swept her arm across the enormous set of rooms; a bedroom, what appeared to be a full kitchen... then, Mami's golden eyes lit up.
"Your own personal hot tub!" Junko finished, walking across the spacious suite toward the white tiled bathroom. She turned to the younger girl, whispering conspiratorially. "It's especially fun after a few drinks. Very relaxing."
Mami smiled, a nagging feeling of uncleanliness making the idea very attractive indeed. Plus, her feet, and her back... but then a thought occurred to her. "I... I'm sorry, it sounds wonderful. But, I don't have a suit..."
Junko threw back her head and laughed, and the blonde couldn't help but smile; something about the woman's mirth was infectious. "Oh, my dear... you are too adorable. It's ours and ours alone. I don't have swimwear, either, but that's not going to stop me!"
Mami cupped her chin in her hand adorably, considering. It's not not like I'd be wearing that much less than I have been all day... and it had been a tradition here in Japan, sharing baths... I do like tradition. Maybe she'll want to wash my hair, she thought excitedly.
"Be a dear, and grab me a drink from the minibar," Junko said carelessly, heading into the bathroom to begin filling the deep-sided tub. Mami fanned herself briefly in the entryway, taking a moment to slip out of the amazing-looking heels that had begun to cut painfully into her ankles. Totally worth it, she thought to herself, massaging her foot briefly.
Junko poked her head out of the door, raising her voice to be heard over the running water. "Need any help with that?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow eloquently. Mami blushed, shamed at having been remiss in her duties to her hostess.
"S-sorry, Junko-san, I'll get the drink-" She hobbled bravely into the kitchen, her feet bothering her much more now that she'd allowed herself to acknowledge the pain. The purple-haired woman smiled to herself and shut the door.
There were lots of little bottles in the small refrigerator; Mami grabbed several. She paused, thinking a lady like Junko probably didn't drink directly out of bottles, no matter how cute or tiny they were. She found a glass, and upon careful consideration grabbed another before heading to the bathroom, barely pausing to admire the decor of the lavishly furnished rooms.
She walked in on Junko bent over provocatively, the thin strip of her outfit's bottom barely covering the stretch between the fleshy globes of her projecting rear. There seemed to be a... fold running up the fabric, in a very distracting spot. The woman tugged down on one of her thigh-high boots without success. Mami started as the door shut behind her, almost dropping her burden as the woman's purple eyes sought her out, upside down. "Ah, there you are! And look what you found, wonderful!" Junko flashed a brilliant smile and straightened up, giving the boot one last futile tug.
Mami watched as the other woman took a glass and cracked open a bottle, then another. "Thanks for the glass. You are so very thoughtful, Mami-san." She poured the contents of two bottles into the glass. Mami couldn't help but beam at the praise, wishing the woman would ask her for another favor. Junko raised her glass to the corkscrew-tailed blonde, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she brought the glass to her lips and tilted her head back, downing the three fingers worth of liquor in one gulp. She let out a long breath.
Mami stared. She didn't realize her mouth was hanging slightly open.
"I... aHem." Junko coughed delicately. "Sipping is for at work or for the weak," she muttered, setting aside the glass. Mami was dismayed at the barking laugh that burst out of her throat, sounding sharp and braying to her ears. Junko, however, smiled in appreciation.
As the older woman turned back to fiddle with the faucet, Mami eyed the remaining drinks. "Junko-san, would you mind if I..." she broke off as the woman turned to look at her. The blonde glanced at the drinks, shrugging a question.
Junko's eyes narrowed. "I hardly think you're of age, young lady," she began. Mami felt the urge to interrupt, but wisely kept silent, her manners winning out over her indignation. "I wouldn't approve. But, as you very well know," she continued, "it's not what I think that matters here. I'm not here to try and control you, or tell you what to do, Mami-san. I, or anyone else, can't keep you from doing what you want to. You're a big girl, you can take care of yourself. You know that you can do whatever you want to do, as long as you are willing to suffer the consequences. That's what being an adult is all about."
She watched the blonde pour a bottle into the remaining glass, but leave it on the edge of the enormous hot tub. The roaring faucet was loud, so they were half-shouting at one another. Mami was amazed at how quickly the water was rising up the interior. It looked as it it could comfortably fit four. She tried glancing at herself in the mirror, but it had fogged up.
Junko shifted, tugging at her boots again.
Kyoko's lips and fingertips roamed across the blunette's body for several minutes. She was standing just behind Sayaka, who was fiddling with the various buckles and parts of the toy in her hands. The red-head used the time to work her fingers from the soft, sweaty neck all the way down the other girl's back, hands brushing across her chest, trails of electricity following the gentle tracing of her fingers.
"Just... s-stop, a sec. One second, Kyoko! Arrg, I can't concentrate!" Sayaka muttered, feeling worked up and ready to get her hands dirty. But this stupid thing...
Kyoko was hoping to distract the blunette, get her mind off the whole tit-for-tat, eye-for-an-eye bedroom mentality.
Remembering the advice an elf-eared friend had given her, Sayaka realized she couldn't just start sticking things into Kyoko willy-nilly, she had to get her ready first. She spun around, pointing the object she held directly at the short-haired girl's face; Kyoko went cross-eyed for a moment then leaned back. "Stop touching me, now. Lay down on the bed." Sayaka's voice was commanding; she was done messing around. She saw the older girl hesitate. "Now!" she barked.
Kyoko felt her knees get all wobbly; something about when the blunette got all authoritative... whew. Shakily, she sat down on the mattress-
A blue blur was all she saw before Sayaka was on top of her, fingers hooking underneath legs hanging off the side of the bed. Kyoko felt herself lifted and pushed back at the same time, slamming back down into the mattress, the blunette leaning over, above her... Kyoko had reveled in the feel of pressing herself against the younger girl earlier, of toying with her for as long as possible, and the delightful reaction to her frenzied efforts. But as the blue-eyed girl hovered over her was exciting in an entirely different way, the taut muscles of her neck standing out over the shadowed collar bone, her amazing chest jiggling from her movement and the heaving, excited breaths she was gulping down...
Or is that me breathing so hard? Kyoko thought, momentarily confused. Her heart was pounding, aching in her chest, and she couldn't seem to catch her breath. She heard the rapid thrum in her ears, felt it in the tips of her fingers, down to her toes, and right in between. Her body felt like it was pulsing, ready for something to make it explode, and Kyoko couldn't keep an unsteady moan from escaping her as fingertips pressed somewhere tantalizingly close to the source of her aching. "Oh... yessss, pleeease."
The blunette hooked the fingers of her left hand through the black panties, yanking them down along the short-haired girl's right hip. "Don't..." Sayaka's right hand cupped the older girl, feeling the dampness of her friend through a thatch of spiky fuzz. "...make me..." Slowly, she drew her hand up, feeling the sharp, prickly hair along the edges of Kyoko's divide. "...beg, you bitch." At Kyoko's sharp intake of breath, the blunette slowed her roving hand, her sensitive fingers pushing down firmly until the moaning became more urgent. She slid her other hand up the former red-head's belly, feeling the tight abdomen, tense and flat and moving in time with the girl's shallow, rapid breathing.
Slowly, the hand crept up, cupping the upthrust chest of the girl beneath her. The other was still pushing Kyoko's buttons, slowly circling. Sayaka was torn between watching her hand and the girl's face; as she looked up, the heavy-lidded, almost sultry gaze of older girl's crimson eyes were making all kinds of demands of her. The blunette smirked as she rubbed the rock-hard tip of Kyoko's tender chest, her other hand leaving momentarily, groping blindly for the object she'd dropped earlier.
Kyoko lay back, her breaths coming rapidly as her friend brought her so tinglingly close to the edge... but then the blunette pulled back, leaving her unfulfilled. She waited, a current of anticipation buzzing through her veins, but the second became several. "Why... did you... stop...?" She looked down past Sayaka's chest-groping hand, and saw the girl bring up something between her legs...
The older girl blew out a hiss of breath as felt something press into her warm, yearning center. Still all sweaty and shaky from the girl's manipulation, she looked down, seeing the blunette focused entirely on what she was doing. Kyoko felt it move against her, feeling fingers guiding her apart, the pressure increasing insistently. "I don't..." Sayaka looked up into Kyoko's eyes, waiting to see if she'd be told to stop. Kyoko bit her lip, her head dropping back to the mattress, and the blunette mentally fist-pumped as she slid into her friend.
Sayaka frowned in concentration as the first few centimeters slowly disappeared, ignoring the look on her friend's face. She watched it glide in and out, fascinated and darkly aroused by the whimpering coming from the other girl. She's already so close. Bringing her other hand down, she began drawing her fingers across Kyoko again, and was startled as exactly three strokes later the older girl's stomach tensed, her muscles sticking out in her arms and legs for a moment as she opened up her mouth and squealed. The sound was so wild, so uncontrolled... the blunette felt her insides go liquid again. Sayaka began to withdraw Kyoko's toy, but the former red-head's hands reached down, grasping the blunette's and holding it in place as she panted between groans. "Don't... move..."
So much, thought Sayaka in amazement. She let go, but slid a hand up, feeling the dripping heat of her friend experimentally. She realized she was breathing pretty hard herself. "That was... amazing," she muttered.
"...'mavin," Kyoko answered, partly muffled by the pillow she had buried her face in. All other attempts at conversation were met with a muffled "Mmmphf," or silence. Sayaka decided to give her some peace; she'd wanted a minute to recover herself.
A few minutes later, Sayaka realized Kyoko was no longer recovering. She was snoring.
"Hey!" Frowning, she poked the red-head once, hard. Kyoko snorted.
Mami leaned over the purple haired woman, admiring the way her chest splayed out as she lay on her back. Legs in the air, Junko stared into the blonde's golden eyes, a slight smirk of expectation flashing perfect white teeth. She felt Mami's hands close, gripping around her left thigh, the insistent squeezing and pulling feeling so very naughty...
Leaning back, blonde corkscrews bouncing limply in the increasing humidity of the bathroom, Mami braced herself against the immaculate white tiles, her arms straining as her fingers dug in, slightly distracted by the soft, warm feel of the woman's thighs.
Finally, she felt movement. With another yank, the boot slid off past the knee, and Junko laughed happily as she kicked it violently against the wall. "Oh yes, that is so much better." She slid her hands down her newly-freed leg, rubbing away the memory of the torturous footwear. She enjoyed the looks she got wearing them, but loved the feel of them coming off more than just about anything else. "But don't stop, Mami-san! You aren't done yet," she said, her tone open to interpretation. Blushing and smiling, the blonde bent down again, wriggling her fingers in between the top of the thigh-high boot and, obviously, Junko's thigh. Mami felt a bead of sweat run down her neck; her hand was perilously close to the danger zone. The purple-haired woman had leaned back, and lifted her leg in the air as Mami began to tug again.
"So... a lot, you were saying? How many is a lot?" Junko watched the top of the boot slowly begin to work its way down.
Mami said a number. Junko made a clicking noise with her tongue. Then she whistled. Finally, she chuckled.
"I... I don't have time, with my... responsibilities. School, and..."
Junko shook her head. "No need to explain yourself. I'm just... surprised. I've only ever... let's see, hmm..." The purple eyes stared at the ceiling, unseeing as the woman did some mental calculations, which led to a fond reverie of that one time when-
The boot slid off her leg, and she looked up to see Mami's awkward expression. "Ahh, thank you. Well, you dirty girl, you can certainly use this bath," she said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, no, I don't... I make them... it doesn't..." Mami protested, flustered.
"And after all that, if you're still... looking for more, well, they're not doing it right." The older woman sat up, shaking her head.
The blonde looked at her, confused. "It's not rocket science," she said, a little haughtily. "I think I know how to-" She was cut off by Junko's laugh.
"Boys like to win things. That's how a lot of them see the world. When you let them, well... have their way, just do what comes naturally, then they naturally assume they've won. And once they win something... they tend to lose interest and go off looking for something new to win.
"The act of love should be... transcendent. Its a melding of two into one, for however briefly. It should be a symphony, a connection between souls. It's not enough to beat a stick on the drum. Fingers have to caress keys, press upon buttons. Lips need to brush delicately against holes, tongues must moisten reeds... the variety adds a richness to the experience, a depth."
Junko glanced over at the hot tub. "It's ready!" she said with almost child-like glee. "I hope you don't mind..." she began, throwing Mami a quick glance before hooking her fingers under her arms and yanking down her tight outfit.
The blonde senior was still trying to get past some of Junko's mental imagery, and didn't think to avert her face when suddenly she was staring directly at Mrs. Kaname in all her glory. She watched the naked woman stride nonchalantly, with perhaps just a trace of a saunter, to the edge of the large tub, bending over to dip her hand in. "Perfect." She turned on the powerful jets, and the mechanical hum replaced the sound of gushing water.
Mami stood, staring, as Junko slowly lowered herself into the roiling water amid a torrent of ooooh's and aaaah's. The woman spun around, her chest seeming to almost float, enticingly like a pair of white lily pads, in full bloom with large, pink flowers. "Coming?" The way Junko looked, strands of her wet hair clinging to her head, the flush of vitality in her face, the sparkling in her eyes... Mami grabbed her glass, tilting her head back to drain it like the purple-haired woman had earlier. Junko laughed uproariously as the blonde sputtered, coughing violently, and began struggling out of her netted outfit.
Homura opened her eyes slowly. It was difficult to see. She was in heaven. Some part of her was surprised, like she'd expected to find herself in the other place. There was an angelic face, looking down at her with wide, bright eyes... the face of a goddess. The comforting pink seemed to wash over her soul. This time I'm doing it. I'm going toward the light.
The pink goddess got closer. She's... saying something. Talking to me. She heard nothing, though. Homura's mind felt lethargic, and gradually she became aware of a distant ringing, a clamor of bells that grew incessantly until she felt like putting her hands over her ears.
Hands... ears? She became aware of her body, a throb in her head and a stabbing pain in her shoulder. She blinked. "Whaaa...?"
Two black cat ears poked up out of the goddess's hair, which was done up in two pigtails. Homura felt as if a summer sun was shining down on her, warmed by the glowing smile that lit up the face of the goddess, who continued to talk, chattering excitedly...
Wait... what? Homura blinked again, pushing herself up off the floor. Ow. She put a hand to her head, but there appeared to be no damage. The ringing in her ears was fading, and slowly Madoka's stream of exclamations became understandable.
"-was so worried and I'm so happy your okay! Oh my poor Homura-chan you scared me so badly I don't know what it was if it was something I said or something else entirely like maybe the fact you haven't eaten anything since we've gotten here but the important thing is you're alright and-" Homura felt the gentle arms of her petite friend wrap her in a hug, and she deftly allowed her head to droop, pressing her cheek firmly into the pinkette's, letting her words flow over her as she struggled to take in recent developments.
"I... don't know what happened," Homura whispered, slightly embarrassed at fainting but determined to make the most of her friend's concern. She felt a smile spread across her face as Madoka began stroking her hair.
"It's okay now, Homu. I've got you." The pinkette felt the transfer student shift, and she drew back to help Homura stand. With a sigh, the raven-haired girl stood up with her friend's aid, but her knees wobbled and she fell to the bed. Homura's reactions were quick; she could have easily let go of her pink-haired friend's hand as she realized she was falling...
Madoka's eyes opened wide in surprise as she saw Homura fall sideways onto the bed, her suddenly vice-like grip pulling her along with. The pinkette squeaked as she fell atop the black-clad girl, and she became aware of how close her face was to Homura's.
Swallowing, Madoka pushed herself up. "A-are y-y-you alright, Homura-chan?"
Homura stared into the other girl's eyes. The increasingly tangled mass of her hair hid the beads of sweat that seemed to shoot out of her forehead. "I'd be better... with a kiss," she said, trying for seductive but sounding more nervously hopeful, her voice breaking traitorously midsentence. She forced herself to keep her head up, watching the other girl's reaction.
She watched as the object of her obsession looked startled, then considering. Her heart was pounding in her chest, beating so loudly she was certain the other girl felt the vibrations of its throbbing through the mattress. She watched the beautiful face, so alien and wonderful with the mascara and lipstick the pinkette had worn at her request. The cat ears framing her head were so cute, slightly off-center as Madoka tilted her head, drawing close. Homura tried to look back into the pinkette's eyes, but her gaze was held by the approaching lips, slim and glistening liquidly with the sheen of her glossy pink lipstick. Fascinated, she watched them push together, forward, and she half-closed her eyes, bringing her head up to meet Madoka's lips.
The press of those lips were the culmination of something that had driven Akemi Homura on for as long as she could remember. As her questing lips connected with those of her most special friend, the transfer student lost herself in the soft press of flesh. Overcome by a flood of emotions, Homura brought up one of her arms, cupping the back of the other girl's head, gently drawing her closer.
Life is good, she found herself thinking absurdly. Life is so good. It's all worth it. The connection she felt to Madoka... the way the girl didn't pull away, her lips continuing to press against her own, a red-gloved hand on her shoulder, clenching... Our love is so wonderful, so pure and innocent-
Eyes closed tightly, Homura's eyebrows rose as she felt the wet, silky-smooth tongue push past her lips, between her teeth, sliding in over her own...
It had started with a discussion about back pain. Before Mami knew what was happening, Junko was behind her, pressing against her tightly as she held her arms across the blonde's chest, and then she'd leaned waaaay back. Feeling her spine crack, Mami gasped, but as Junko released her she felt better than she had all day.
"Wow, that was amazing! It worked!" The blonde felt marvelous, rotating her shoulders and bending backwards and sideways, testing. Junko watched intently, the upper half of the girl clearly visible above the bubbling water.
"Now your feet." Junko beckoned with a hand, and Mami sat back down, allowing the pulsing jet of water to wash over her back. She raised a leg, letting Mrs. Kaname grab her foot, and felt the most wonderful sensation jolt up her leg as the woman's fingers pressed deeply into the sole of her foot. A surprised moan escaped her like a sigh.
"Would you mind?" Junko asked, bringing the blonde back. Mami looked down, and Junko's foot hovered just above the water, wiggling insistently. Smiling, she took the foot in both hands and got to work.
A few minutes later, Mami was feeling playful in the way that usually got her into trouble. As Junko released her right foot and began kneading the left, she let her leg drop right into Junko's lap.
The purple-haired woman's fingers stopped, her eyes darting up to meet Mami's. The blonde looked back innocently, then wiggled her toes. The older woman's eyes widened in incredulity, and for a second Mami felt a icy wave of fear wash over her, sobering her considerably, but then Junko was smiling almost fiercely, and Mami felt a wave of delicious panic sweep across her as the woman pulled her in.
It was late, but a few things were still going on, and Madoka had wanted to get out of the room after what had happened between her and the transfer student. She couldn't keep a grin off her face, embarrassed to recall how forward she had been, leaning in for a kiss like that. About halfway through, she'd felt all sorts of strange things going on within her, and found herself crushing the black-haired girl to her, pressed against the bed.
Homura quailed a little at the intensity of the sunset-pink eyes that stared into her as Madoka pulled back, wiping her mouth. Licking her lips before doing the same, the transfer student eagerly agreed to the red-faced pinkette's gasping request to go out for a bit and "do something."
The pool was mostly deserted; the pair walked, separately at first, heading toward the convention area.
"S-so," Madoka began hesitantly, working up the courage to slip her hand into the other girl's. "Where are we going?"
"You wanted something to do; this is the only think I know of that is going on. They're playing all kinds of anime, all night long."
"Oh," Madoka said, considering. "Good idea, Homura-chan! You're so smart, you always know what to do..." She enjoyed seeing the normally-stoic girl's face light up at her praise.
The room was dark; shadowy silhouettes sitting here and there on the uncomfortable folding chairs that had once been arranged in rows, but now sat in a chaotic jumble. Madoka started to walk forward, but Homura grabbed her arm and nodded at some chairs in the back.
They watched in silence for a few minutes; whatever it was, it involved katanas, monsters and witty banter. Sayaka would have loved it. Kyoko-san too, probably, she thought upon reflection. Maybe it wasn't so crazy... she smiled, feeling Homura's pulse throb gently through her wrist, her hand warm and soft and a little sweaty.
Breath quickening, Madoka surprised herself by placing Homura's hand on her leg, pressing it down with her own. The black-haired girl's mouth was a little "o" of surprise, and the pinkette felt very proud of herself indeed. That feeling was coming back, from when they'd kissed... she glanced around nervously, feeling like people were watching her. But no, everyone was in front of them, facing the screen. She's so smart, sitting in back like this!
Madoka's heartbeat increased painfully as she felt Homura's delicate fingers slide their way up her thigh. The soft, gentle caress worked its way slowly, oh so slowly up-
Panting slightly, she felt a tiny moan escape her lips. Instantly, several heads whipped around, and she sat up with a jerk. Homura's hand disappeared. Holding her breath, she waited until everyone had turned away before looking at her friend, knowing she should feel extraordinarily embarrassed but in fact ready to laugh hysterically. The black-haired girl grinned at her, looking a little bashful, but a minute later when Madoka had taken her friend's hand again and placed it back on her leg, Homura had wasted no time making her thigh tingle.
Leaning back, her pulse quickening, Madoka felt her friend's hand slide up her leg, tantalizingly close to an increasingly insistent part of her. Homura leaned close, and the pinkette met her lips, feeling outrageously bad to be doing anything like this, let alone in a faux-theater full of-
She noticed the other girl was very conscious to avoid any... direct contact. She frowned, pulling back mid-kiss, gazing into the hungry purple stare of her friend. "You can," she whispered. Homura stared blankly, so Madoka tried again. "You can... pet it." Homura gulped as the pinkette leaned past her, whispering "My... kitty," as she drew the transfer student's pliant fingers up, feeling herself blush, whether with embarrassment or anticipation she couldn't quite determine...
Half an hour later, Madoka happily hurried through the hallways, glad to be leaving. The low point had been when a stone giant had done something disgusting with his tongue to a woman he'd captured, only to disintegrate because her bodily fluids were poison. Another low point, or maybe the high point, had been when someone had started shouting about what she and Homura were doing, and the pair had fallen out of their chair before fleeing the scene, giggling uncontrollably.
Now, she couldn't wait to get back to the room. And privacy.
"With our clothes on. And nothing with tongues," had been her vague conditions. Homura had greedily accepted.
Kyoko's eyes snapped open, instantly awake. The soft breathing coming from behind her, and the warm arm draped across her stomach, led to a flood of memories. Confused, jumbled... things she had said, had done... and had begged to have done to her. And... oh no, that shit I told her to say. What was I thinking? She brought a hand up, feeling her face, which seemed to be on fire. She didn't understand exactly how she felt.
Sayaka gave a little snort as Kyoko delicately lifted her arm and rolled out of bed. She barely contained a grunt as she realized how sore she was. Suppressing another groan, she stumbled to the bathroom.
When she came out, Sayaka was stretching luxuriously on the bed, smiling sleepily.
"If you ever tell anyone about that stuff I told you to say last night, I'll kill you." The blunette's smile abruptly disappeared. It was one of those angry promises that Sayaka had learned that she, at least, could fairly safely ignore. But she had no reason to, not this time. She drew the line at eating food that belonged in the garbage, however.
"Why would I ever tell anyone about that?" Sayaka queried, honestly baffled. "Preeeetty freaky-deaky..." Her puzzled smile died as she saw the hurt in the other girl's eyes, which immediately transformed into hostility.
Mami told me she was complicated, so it makes sense that her needs are... complicated as well.
Still, it was frustrating. "Dammit Kyoko, what's your problem? I... had a good time. A great time. I... hope, well, you did. Too?" The angry scowl faded a bit, but the older girl continued to stare at her.
"Um... look. I... that was, aaah crap. I dunno what I'm trying to say."
Kyoko watched the blue-haired girl start to pout. You're not getting out of it that easy, she thought, partly excited but mostly fearful, afraid things had gone a little too far last night. "Try harder," she growled.
Sayaka couldn't help but smile, feeling the mood lighten slightly. "You jerk. You are a jerk, Sakura Kyoko, don't try to deny it," she exclaimed, putting a finger over the older girl's lips, anticipating another outburst. What actually happened was Kyoko merely shrugged and nodded her head once before slapping her hand away. "You're a jerk, and you can be a really mean asshole sometimes... but, I guess there's something about you that... I can't help liking. Or at least, wanting to be around," she amended at the smug look on the older girl's face. She lowered her head, looking down at the ground.
"I mean... you, at least when you're not being a jerk, which you usually are, you're... fun. To be around." Seeing this wasn't quite enough, what with Kyoko continuing to stare at her blandly like some kind of Homura or something, the blunette continued. "You ...*sigh* youmakemefeelhappy! There, I said it." Feeling slightly pathetic, she risked a look up.
Kyoko's eyes were bright and strange looking. Sayaka had never seen them brim with hope before. It made her look... younger. "Happy? Like, as in, excited for life again? Like you wake up and feel weird, like you have a reason to get out of bed in the morning?"
Sayaka frowned slightly, nodding her head and slowly smiling. "Yeah, I guess that's it. Exactly. Like I have something to look forward to."
"Like you want to spend more time with this exciting, happiness-inducing person? As much as you can, squeeze ever last drop-"
"Yeah, yeah. I do."
"Like you'd want to move in with this person, live together with them, so you could always be together-"
"Ah... um... well-"
"Like you want to run away and find happiness together, flee from this uncaring, stupid world with its dumb people and just set up somewhere else, away from everyone?"
"Th-that one, no. Probably not. At least," Sayaka continued as she noticed the other girl blush, "not at the moment. I like Mitakihara!" And my friends, thought the blunette, but she knew better than to bring that up in the conversation. The older girl was fiercely territorial. Hopefully that won't cause any drama in the future, Sayaka mused prophetically.
"Yeah, I was just playin'," said Kyoko, utterly without conviction.
Sayaka needed her special shampoo, and she'd left it in her original room.
She paused outside the room door, the nervous dread she'd been feeling about the possibility of judgmental stares directed at her in the near future dissipating upon hearing a strange sound from the other side. It reminded her of the baby birds she'd heard chirping in a tree outside her bedroom window. That damn nature channel again? Shrugging, she started to open the door. That nature channel... she remembered the deafening roar of the tiger as the television's flickering light cast her shadow over the wall, watching her sillouette mauling her own prey in a way entirely different from the great cat. Spurred on by the older girl's demands, she'd felt the filthy words begin to flow off her tongue, and Kyoko had responded so forcefully-
Shaking her head and taking a sharp breath, she opened the door. And froze.
"P-puh... please... stop." Protective instincts kicking in, Sayaka prepared herself for the fight of her life. If that antisocial little bitch was molesting her best friend... but even as she started forward, she was already stopping in confusion. Something was wrong. That voice... it wasn't Madoka's.
"Mah... Madoka! P-please." Homura's voice was bizarre; pleading, almost. Frowning, Sayaka misinterpreted the begging, and entered, determined to prevent any-
Oh no. No no no no. No. Sayaka closed her eyes, turning her head, but the image was burned into her memory. The two girls, black-haired and pink, all tangled up on the bed. Madoka, down to her choker and Sayaka's borrowed panties... the white cotton pressed against the black of Homura's only remaining garment... if she didn't count the boots. A writhing nest of snakes: arms, legs and two small, pert pairs of-
The pinkette's eyes were half-closed, head tilted back as she breathed out the adorably soft little chirps. Her slim hands were clenched around the other girl's creamy white legs, her arms straining as she pulled herself closer to Homura, pelvises pressed tightly between the outspread legs, pushing and squirming, hips bucking as she thrust against the black-haired girl, glaring at the booted foot held in front of her face through heavy-lidded eyes.
"Ma... do... ka! Y-you...ow! Please s-slow d-"
"Can't... stop," the pinkette gasped, panting like she'd just run a marathon. Sayaka foolishly opened one eye just a tiny fraction, seeing the squirming pinkette continue doggedly. "And.. Re. Mem. Ber. I. Can't. Hurt. You," she finished through tiny clenched teeth, each syllable synchronized with her movements.
"F-four... times... ow!"
"Four for you, Homu," Madoka breathed, smiling sweetly. Suddenly she gasped, intensifying her movements as she started making the chirping noises again.
Homura's head flopped back, finally giving up. Then she saw Sayaka standing inside the room.
"P-please," whimpered the transfer student desperately, looking at the blunette imploringly. Sayaka, wide eyed, put her finger to her lips and took a step backward. I don't need my shampoo that badly, she rationalized, mind feeling blank.
"~Now now, Homu. We talked. About begging," panted Madoka.
The black haired girl raised a hand toward the door. "S-Sayaka!"
Madoka giggled. "She's still asleep, silly. We have nothing to worry about. At least we wouldn't if you'd stop talking so much-"
As the blunette stealthily opened the door, her friend's voice changed. "Or... do you want me to be Sayaka-chan? Is that it? That would make you Kyoko... okay, let's see." Sayaka could tell Madoka was about to say something by the big intake of breath, and she was positive she'd regret hearing whatever it was.
"You bitch, Kyoko, I hate you, you're so angry and needy and let's fight because we have to work out this forbidden desire we're both feeling..."
Homura chuckled appreciatively for a moment, her discomfort forgotten until Madoka began to redouble her efforts, feeling strangely excited by talking about her friend that way. And, truth be told, envisioning the thin creature underneath her as the wickedly beautiful red-head. Back when she'd had her hair, of course.
Sayaka gently closed the door, wincing as it clicked shut.
She took a deep, shaky breath. Look on the bright side, she consoled herself. Now I have something new to try out on Kyoko tonight...
"Let's get your hair up in a ponytail," Madoka said sweetly, but in a tone that brooked no argument. Homura sighed in relief, a relief that would prove all too temporary, as the pinkette extricated herself and began bundling up the long, black hair.
Breakfast was an awkward affair.
It started out when Sayaka came back shaking like a leaf, looking as if she'd witnessed an atrocity. Kyoko questioned her but got nothing, so she went about reassembling her scattered clothes, halfheartedly shaking out the wrinkles.
"That won't work. I can iron those for you," Sayaka said suddenly, snapping out of the feedback loop she found herself caught within. Shaking the squirming panties from her mind, she found Kyoko looking at her oddly. Almost shocked. "Well, you don't want to look like a hobo, do you?" she snapped.
Kyoko handed over her pants and shirt. "It's... just... you iron?"
"Shut up." Sayaka spent several minutes undoing the damage a night spent crumpled up on the floor had done to their outfits. Kyoko disappeared into the bathroom. She used Sayaka's toothbrush and toothpaste, enjoying the clean-mouth feeling as much as anyone. She noticed the spray-in hair color had started to fade, leaving her short hair a dark, dark red.
"Who knew you were so domestic?" Kyoko asked as Sayaka handed her the comfortingly warm clothes, wincing as it came out a little harshly and the blunette's eyes narrowed angrily. They proceeded to the dining area in a chilly silence. Kyoko made as if to head next door, thinking Sayaka would wait for the pinkette, but was surprised when the girl yanked her arm, pulling her across the open pool area.
Forced to keep her thoughts to herself, Kyoko was wondering about Mami, feeling a little guilty about not checking up on that hot mess the night before. Although, truth be told, she thought with a wistful half-grin, she'd been in no shape to go anywhere after Sayaka had gotten done with her-
Frowning, the red-head got a grip on herself, concentrating on what really mattered: food. As the exited the pool area, the chlorine stench diminished significantly, and she could smell all sorts of wonderfully tantalizing scents coming from the direction of the lobby.
They were approaching the lobby when it happened. They were passing a bank of elevators, and as the door slid open, two statuesque figures stepped out, her eyes widening at the familiar purple and blonde hair. Kyoko caught Mami's eye, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. The blonde rolled her eyes and shook her head as if to deny the implied question, but to Kyoko's stunned amazement she saw the color flooding her old friend's cheeks. What the what?
"Mami-san!" Sayaka said brightly, rushing back to greet her mentor. All the perceived betrayals of yesterday were forgotten, Kyoko noticed, somewhat bitterly. Hopefully the blunette would be as forgiving with her... Kyoko froze, thinking fast. Okay, it's not so bad, it hasn't been too long, no way she's dead yet... "I, uh, I'll be right back," the red-head muttered, heading to the lobby.
Junko gave Kyoko's back a puzzled look, before turning to smile at Sayaka, feeling slightly guilty and a little tired at having to deal with her daughter's best friend. "Good morning, Mrs. Kaname, thank you again so much for the rooms!" the blunette gushed. "Ours were perfect," she continued, feeling herself squirm a little under the blonde's scrutinizing gaze. "Yours is upstairs, right? It must be... awesome. Uh, that... that's where you... two... just came from?"
Mrs. Kaname's eyes seemed to get very cold, very fast, and Sayaka continued so she didn't have to listen to Mami's stuttering attempt at a reply. "You must have been showing her around... I bet it's amazing. What's it like?"
"Yes, that's what I'm telling you, Kyoko shouted into the room's phone. "I heard screaming or something, coming from down in the basement, in that supply closet around the corner from the elevator." She paused, then snarled "Never mind what I was fucking doing down there, go check on it you stupid moron!" And then she slammed the phone back down into its cradle, snapping it neatly in half.
By the time Kyoko got back, the other three had been seated, and there was no sign of Homura or Madoka. Snatching some bacon off the plate of a diner engrossed in a newspaper, the red-head munched happily as she took her seat. Homura waddled, walking gingerly and looking very strange. Madoka's face was deep red, and Kyoko couldn't help wondering what was up with the pinkette. She looked so guilty...
That's when Mrs. Kaname noticed the several red marks across across Homura's throat, and the questioning began.
Kind of a happy ending, right? Thanks so much for the comments, your input and thoughts are so appreciated. Seriously, thanks. This one took forever, for some reason. Hope it was interesting and not too much more of the same.
Tinglingly. That's my new favorite word. It's fun to say, too.