2102/So Fluffy

So Fluffy
Date of Scene:	06 November 2016
Location:	Homu House
Synopsis:	Madoka, Homura, cuddles. Homura is firmly of the opinion that Madoka is so fluffy that Homura could in fact NOT die. The word
Cast of Characters:	Homura Akemi, Madoka Kaname

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Homura Akemi has posed:
    It's a peaceful evening in Homura's house. It's been a long and productive day, and both Homura and Madoka have put a lot of work in, but now it's time to rest, and of course by 'rest' we mean cuddles.

    Food has already been served and eaten. Amy has already been taken care of and played with. Homura at least has taken a shower and is now dressed in her soft violet pajamas. It may be a little bit early to go to sleep but that doesn't mean she can't get dressed for it. Besides, Homura has a certain motive for wearing something so soft and comfortable. (Spoiler: the motive is cuddles.)

    Homura sits down on one of the many beds in her house, leaving the bedroom door open so that her little angel knows where she is. She looks down at her blanket, smoothes it out with her hands, and then lays down on top of it. Her head rests on the pillow, but she's waiting a little bit before getting under the blanket, because her hair hasn't yet completely dried and hair dries faster when it's exposed to open air.

    After a while, she decides to lift the blanket and move herself underneath it. Her purple eyes turn towards the door as she eagerly awaits her beloved, and the prospect of spending another wonderful night cuddling with her.

Madoka Kaname has posed:
    Madoka is feeling pretty tired. It's good knowing she got so much done but that doesn't mean she actually considered skipping dinner to get to sleep sooner. She doesn't though, because if she did Homura might skip eating too and that would make her worry. Dinner was good and in the end Madoka is happy she ate. Taking a shower made her more sleepy, if comfortably clean, and now she's wearing a pair of pink pajamas that is both soft to her and anyone who might happen to hug her while she wears them.

    She's yawning as she walks through the halls of Homura's house, looking for the open door that will tell her where her sweetheart will be. Her hair is down and a bit damp too, which does unfortunately reduce some of it's fluffiness. When she finds the right room she walks in and shuts the door behind her, smiling sleepily to Homura, quarter lidded from how tired she feels.

    Still, there's an undeniable affection that shows though even the sleepiness, and not just because she's sure they're about to cuddle. She slips in on the same side of the bed as Homura, lifting the blanket and then sliding beneath it. Another slide and she wiggles right up to Homura, slipping her arms around her and pulling herself close. A happy and very relieved sigh escapes her as she presses up against her girlfriend, the long workday suddenly seeming so very worth it now that she's holding the one she loves in her arms. "Mmm, my Homura-chan. You're so soft, warm, and cuddly."

Homura Akemi has posed:
    The eagerly anticipated moment arrives, and Homura's dear girlfriend is joining her. Homura scoots over to allow Madoka room to get in, but not too much because she fully intends to spend the night with zero distance between them at all. Seeing Madoka in those cute pink pajamas certainly puts Homura in the mood for cuteness.

    Homura shifts around as Madoka wraps arms around her, trying to make it slightly easier, and then wraps her own arms around Madoka, feeling and enjoying the gentle closeness that the two of them get to share. Madoka is always so sweet and warm, even to the touch.

    The black haired girl is maybe a little less tired, but she's also a bit reserved, silently watching her girlfriend and holding her close. Seeing her cute little angel lying down next to her and hearing her soft sigh makes Homura's heart flutter, and she wants nothing more than to squeeze Madoka so tight, so she does.

    She nuzzles her nose against the pink fluffy hair, and then whispers into Madoka's ear. "I love you so much. My favorite times of the day are the times that I get to spend with you. Times like these, especially." Homura kisses Madoka on the temple, and whispers again. "My sweet little angel. I'm so happy that I get to be with you."

Madoka Kaname has posed:
    Homura laying under the covers waiting for her is almost impossibly alluring to Madoka, the urge to hug and squeeze onto her as she lays there impossible for her to resist. Luckily there's no reason or need for her to try to resist at all, and so soon she's holding Homura in her arms.

    Madoka is then squeezed tight, and she lets out a happy sound, her own arms drawing further around Homura and squeezing her extra close. She squirms lightly, her soft pajamas brushing into Homura's, the buttons catching a tiny bit as she snuggles in close. She's still feeling so tired, but feeling tired while cuddling with Homura is an entirely different thing. Feeling tired now is okay, and fatigue while being cuddled only enhances the sweetness of Homura's affections.

    "I love you too, Homura-chan. I'm never happier than when I'm in your arms." Her hands rub over Homura's back as she holds her close, only for one of them to move out from under her hair so it can stroke and pet over it, reaching a little higher with each stroke until one of Madoka's hands is softly caressing the back of Homura's head. She mmms quietly as her temple is kissed, and after she's whispered to she nuzzles her cheek softly into Homura's, only to pull her shoulders away just enough to look into Homura's eyes, "Your little angel wants to be with you and stay with you forever. I want you to be that happy, but it makes me so, so happy to get to spend time with you, too."

    With sleepy eyes fixed on Homura she leans in, kissing her softly on the lips.

Homura Akemi has posed:
    The cute happy noises that Madoka makes excite Homura in such pleasant ways. Getting to be so close with the one she loves, is there anything better than that? There's certainly no reason why Madoka has to resist Homura, and there's no compelling reason for Homura to resist Madoka either. So she doesn't. Homura giggles and squeezes and offers up all of her love and affections to Madoka, sighing happily as she's squirmed against.

The fact that Madoka is so tired only makes her all the more cute in Homura's eyes. Such a cute, hardworking Madoka-chan.

    "We truly belong together, don't we? Getting to hold you like this is one of the best things that's ever happened to me. I love it when you hold me, oh so much." Homura's hand moves to start rubbing Madoka's back.

    Homura's hair feels only a bit damp when petted, which might be surprising considering just how much of it there is, but she did spend time drying it off. She is content to lie still and enjoy it as her beloved holds her, but then the back of her head is being cradled and she looks into Madoka's eyes..

    "I want to be with you forever, also. You can have me if you want me, in fact, you already do." Then the kiss comes, and Homura didn't know just how badly she needed that kiss until she had it. Her lips press against Madoka's in turn, and her arms hold Madoka close, and her legs wrap around one of Madoka's, giving it a small squeeze on her thighs.

Madoka Kaname has posed:
    Madoka squeezes Homura again, the look in Homura's eyes as she's admired making her feel so warm and happy inside, knowing how much her girlfriend loves her and enjoys her company.

    "I feel so happy and safe in your arms. If like holding me so much you can hold me as much as you want. I want to hold you a whole lot." Her back is rubbed and Madoka coos, pressing into Homura and enjoying the softness of their pajamas and their bodies held close. "We really do. We belong together, and to each other. I never really knew what I wanted to do with my life, but now I know for sure that whatever it is I do I'm going to spend all of it with you."

    Madoka is gentle with Homura's hair while it's still damp, not wanting to damage it or tangle it even if that dampness is only minor. Madoka's heart flutters when Homura tells her she has her forever, and the kiss is so loving and sweet that she almost completely loses herself in it. She's kissed back and so she mms happily into it, squeezing Homura close with the arm at her back and petting gently over the back of her head.

    Her leg is squeezed and her kissing lips curl slightly in a smile, Madoka drawing her leg gently along Homura's as they grasp onto it, only to shift around so she can wrap her legs around Homura's as well, squeezing on it while pressing into her again. She pulls back from the kiss and looks lovingly into Homura's eyes, her own sleepy but adoring pools of pink. She says what she wants to say through that look alone, how much she loves and cares for Homura, and how happy she is to be so close to her. And then with that moment passed she leans in again and once more kisses her beloved, because feeling their lips softly pressing and squishing together is something she just realized she needs right now.

Homura Akemi has posed:
    "Well you are safe in my arms, because I'm going to protect you and care for you forever," points out Homura, fully meaning every word. By now, protecting Madoka is so core to Homura's nature that she couldn't imagine doing anything else. "I don't know what the future will hold, but knowing that I get to spend my future with you makes me so happy. You mean more to me than anything else. I can't tell you how badly I need you, how important you are to me."

    Homura coos softly at Madoka's gentle touches to her hair, appreciating the fact that her girlfriend isn't being rough but also just enjoying the physical contact. She shifts a little as she's held close, not quite a wiggle but something like it. Her arms move down to hug Madoka's curves, and then her hand moves back up to softly scratch Madoka's back.

    Homura rubs her calf against her girlfriend's, mming softly as their legs brush against each other. When her beloved pulls away, Homura looks longingly into her eyes, smiling gently at the tender and sweet look that Madoka give her. The veteran Puella enjoys the moment, expressing love and affection through the soft look in her own eyes, and when the moment passes Homura happily accepts her darling's kiss.

    Lips press together and Homura sighs through her nose. So many soft touches, and they all feel so nice.

Madoka Kaname has posed:
    "I'm going to care for you and protect you forever too," Madoka replies, not able to imagine a situation where Homura was in danger and she didn't do whatever she could to protect her. Letting her go uncared for is even more ridiculous. Just the thought of a chibi-Homu pouting because it wasn't well fed, supported, or given enough hugs is almost enough to put tears in her eyes! "I really am glad to be so important to you, and so needed by you. Feeling that from you makes me want to give you what you need even more, because you make me so happy."

    As Madoka is held by Homura's arms she sighs happily, the tiredness in her body becoming comfortable as she relaxes and then even moreso as she's squeezed. It's the feeling of relief as stress and fatigue melts away by the comfort and affection of her beloved. Her waist being squeezed by Homura's arms gets a cute, enjoyable sound from her, and she giggles softly as Homura shifts against her, enjoying her girlfriends squirming and trying to encourage more of it by rewarding her with warm squeezes and hairpets, fingers curling to scratch lightly over her scalp.

    Calves are rubbed and thighs are squeezed, Madoka enjoying that very important part of cuddling. One of her feet moves around and finds Homura's, brushing over the top of it, lightly but not ticklishly so. Homura's beautiful purple eyes seem to take up all of Madoka's vision as she looks into them, which turns her world into a place of love and affection. She can't help making a soft whimpery squeal, wiggling a bit as she kisses Homura.

    When that kiss finally breaks, and it takes several long moments, she slides her head over Homura's shoulder and wraps her up with both arms, pressing firmly into her and squeezing her extra tight with arms and legs, clinging to her and feeling her as close as she can get. She's so in love with Homura right now, and so happy to be so close to her, sharing a warm and comfortable bed and knowing she'll get to wake up with Homura in her arms. Just the thought of waking up and seeing Homura's adorable calm sleeping face, with her long black hair a bit messy in the pillow beside her, fills her with warmth, contentment, and just a tiny bit of giddy excitement.

    "I'm so happy, spending nights like this with you Homura-chan." Going to sleep and waking up next to Homura is wonderful. Going to sleep and waking up next to Homura while cuddling is truly amazing.

Homura Akemi has posed:
    Homura giggles, because she knows that Madoka means it when she says she'll protect her and care for her. She already does, after all! "Wouldn't that be nice, to love and care for each other forever? I know I'll enjoy it, because there's nothing I want more than to see you happy and to be with you." She nuzzles her nose against Madoka's before adding, "You are important to me. The most important thing in the world. You are my love, my hope, and my everything. I need you, and everything about you."

    Those words sound a little intense after she says them and Homura feels a little shy, maybe even embarrassed. At the same time... it's true, and it matters, so she may as well say it, right?

    Homura gently holds Madoka, letting all of the fatigue and stress from the day seep out of them both. Madoka seems to like Homura's moving about, and for a moment Homura stares at her confused, but then it dawns on her. She wiggles around while she's held and hair petted, brushing her pajamas against Madoka's, and letting her beloved feel her movements and closeness.

    The foot above her own sends a shiver through Homura's spine, and it'd be a lie to say that Homura didn't enjoy that. Especially when it happens with those same lovely pink eyes that are always looking back at her. The soft whimpery squeal, and the wiggle with it, only make that kiss even better.

    When Madoka's head is over her shoulder, Homura kisses her on the neck. The increasing closeness, and the feelings associated with that, are too good. Especially when those pink pooks take up so much of Homura's vision.

    The thought of waking up next ot Madoka is a wonderful thought to fall asleep to. Homura loves Madoka so much right now, and she enjoys this physical contact, especially with the one she loves.

    "I am, too. You've been so wonderful to me." Homura gently pets the wet pink hair. "To think that we get to cuddle not only most nights, but most /conversations/ either are cuddling or become cuddling or have something to do with cuddling anyways."

Madoka Kaname has posed:
    Madoka nods as Homura talks, smiling to her and then replying, "It will be nice. Loving you and caring for you, I can't think of a better way to spend my time, or my life." She brushes her nose against Homura and giggles softly, giving Homura a very appreciative, sweet look when she speaks. As intense as the words are they don't seem to surprise or startle her at all, and she hugs Homura warmly while they snuggle together.

    Of course Homura looking a little shy puts a bit of a blush on her cheeks, because shy Homura is so adorable Madoka almost can't stand it. "I'll try hard," she says softly, "to live up to your love and your hope. I'll do everything I can to be worthy of being everything to you. Even if you already think I am, I'll be trying to keep it that way, because you mean everything to me, too."

    When Homura's confusion melts into realization Madoka smiles brightly at wiggly Homu, closing her eyes for a moment afterwards to enjoy the brushing of pajamas and bodies together. Being close with someone is nice. Being close with someone she loves is great. Being close with Homura is sometimes shockingly good. Homura feels so, so good to cuddle with, and there's no one Madoka would rather be so close to.

    Madoka smiles as she feels Homura shiver, gently brushing her foot over Homura's some more, their freshly showered skin feeling soft and smooth. Softer to touch than pajamas, but not in a fuzzy or fluffy way, and without the extra squishy padding of cloth. But so very silky soft, and intimate in it's own way, even if it's just feet.

    Her neck is kissed and Madoka sighs, tilting he head away from Homura and showing a bit more of her neck, because that felt very nice. Her pink hair brushes against Homura's face when her neck is kissed, still damp but starting to regain some fluffiness now that it's not weighted down by so much water.

    Another relaxed sigh comes from Madoka as Homura pets her hair. It feels so good, and she didn't realize how much she needed that until now. "I can't seem to stop wanting to cuddle with you every chance I get," Madoka admits, sounding mildly sheepish. She'd feel guilty, but she knows Homura likes cuddling with her just as much. She then giggles softly at 'something to do with cuddling, "I like sitting in your lap, and I like holding you in mine. Sitting side by side is nice too... but holding each other close like this, really cuddling up together... this is my favorite."

Homura Akemi has posed:
    Homura takes in a slow breath and releases it as a happy sigh. Cuddling with Madoka is so nice, oh so nice, and so comfortable that Homura might very well fall asleep. To be fair, falling asleep in Madoka's arms isn't an uncommon occurrence for Homura, nor is it an unpleasant one.

    Homura's blush remains as she stares into Madoka's eyes, hand moving to cup her girlfriend's blushing cheek. "You do, Madoka-chan, and I know you always will. Every moment I spend with you is wonderful, and every day is like a dream come true. I'm so happy that I get to be with you; wonderful, sweet, and cuddly you."

    It's a good thing that they're already in pajamas, because all of this comfortable closeness is making Homura increasingly sleepy. Her foot plays and presses against Madoka's, but her movements start to slow. She holds Madoka tight, nuzzling into her cheek, and her breathing starts to get a bit more even and deep. Kiss after kiss is applied to Madoka's neck, but they too start to slow, becoming no less sweet but a bit less often. Even the hand that pets Madoka's hair stops moving, and starts to cup the back of her head

    "I'm starting to wonder if we'll ever stop wanting to cuddle. It's been a really long time." She's starting to mumble. "Cuddling you feels so good. I never knew how badly I needed it until I started cuddling with you. You're so soft and... fluffy.."

    She makes a few other noises that sound like they might be words or parts of words, but now she's drifting off. The sheer comfort of her little angel's cuddly arms, combined with Homura's overall level of tiredness, has led to the black-haired veteran falling soundly to sleep.

Madoka Kaname has posed:
    Madoka tilts her head into Homura's hand as it's cupped, leaning into the touch and adoring the sweetness of such a gentle show of affection. She giggles softly, and Homura might even feel her cheek warming at the compliment, Madoka's gaze becoming a little shy as she stares into Homura's pretty purple eyes, "That's exactly why you deserve to be with me, because you love me and adore me and want me the most, more than anyone else ever can." After a moment she adds, "It's one reason anyway; there are lots!" The way she presses into and squeezes Homura against herself implies cuddling is definitely another.

    It is very hard to be so tired and so relaxed and comfortable without starting to drift off to sleep. That Homura's motions start to slow means Madoka doesn't have to feel bad about starting to drift off herself. Her happy mms to the kisses on her neck grow quieter, her arms shifting a little, Madoka herself squirming into a very familiar position, so that her one arm can slip beneath Homura just right so it's comfortable, and Homura's own arms can squeeze her close without disturbing her. Getting her hair petted and then her head held is very releaxing, and Madoka hooks her chin over Homura's shoulder and nuzzles against her gently.

    "Of course not," Madoka replies in a sleepy voice, shaking in an almost silent giggle. "I'll never, ever get tired of cuddling with you and holding you in my arms, because your my Homura-chan." She yawns, smiling to herself as she's called soft and fluffy, "My soft, warm, cuddly, beautiful... gallant... snuggly... wonderful... gorgeous... dashing..."

    Her words start to slur into mumbles and quiet muttering, and eventually quiet to happy whimpers as the last things she feels before falling asleep is the warmth and comfort of Homura's arms, holding her close.

Homura Akemi has posed:
    The last thing that Homura hears before drifting off to sleep is her beloved little angel calling her such sweet things. The first thing that Homura notices upon waking up is the gentle warmth of something soft and cuddly in her arms.

    She doesn't know for sure that it's her girlfriend in her arms, but some part of her mind assumes. As Homura starts to stir, she draws closer to her little angel, squeezing her gently as her mind slowly throws away the remnants of dreams and starts to bring itself back to reality. The sun shines through a window onto her face, causing the strands of her hair to shimmer slightly in the morning light.

    One purple eye lazily peeks halfway open, staring at the fluffy pink hair and the cute little angel attached to it. Homura doesn't have the presence of mind to really decide what to do right now, so she simply gazes, taking in the sight of her beloved Madoka and watching her wake up.

    Unsure if her beloved is awake or asleep, she shifts gently, resting her head on Madoka's shoulder and lightly brushing her nose against Madoka's cheek. It's a sweet moment, and Homura enjoys it, wanting nothing more than to be like this.

    After a while, her hand moves over to her mouth, attempting to stifle a yawn. She doesn't want to make too much noise right in her darling's ear, so she pulls away from Madoka just a little bit. Not enough to break her embrace, however.

Madoka Kaname has posed:
    Though the warmth, soft cuddliness and fluffiness in Homura's arms could be just about anything to a still tired mind the exact shape of that cuddliness is very familiar, as is the fluffiness of her now slightly messy hair. The squeeze given should completely confirm that the pink haired girl in her arms is the one who fits so perfectly in her arms, and even though still asleep Madoka stirs enough to squeeze back. Or maybe that's just how it seems; Madoka gives lots of little hugs and squeezes throughout the night, while asleep. If not to Homura, than to one of her stuffed animals.

    She shifts a little herself as Homura's nose presses into her cheek, and after a few moments longer her eyes open just a crack, still sleepy and dazed and waking up only very slowly. In the morning light she gets a fuzzy vision of black and purple, of pajamas and glittering black hair more beautiful to her than the glittering waves of the ocean might be to one who's lived their entire life on the seas. It's so lovely she enjoys the view until Homura pulls away to yawn.

    That gets an immediate reaction, and Madoka squeezes on her again, giving a tiny whimper and curling against her, chasing and clinging even though Homura's thoughts were only to spare her the noise of it. Moving her muscles spurs her to open her eyes a little further, and brings the happy situation of waking up in her beloveds arms to the front of her mind, and Madoka leans her head into Homura's and nuzzles heavily against her, brushing much soft fluffy pinkness into her girlfriends cheek while feeling silky softness on her own.

    "Mmmm," she mutters happily, sleepiness still strong in her tone, "Homu..."

Homura Akemi has posed:
    For some reason Homura isn't a very heavy sleeper today. Well, she might not be that heavy of a sleeper to begin with, and there may actually have been times when she pretended to be in order to prolong sleepy cuddle times. Such a mischievous little girlfriend, though she's sure Madoka wouldn't much mind if she ever caught on.

    The return squeeze is oh so nice, and while Homura is accustomed to being held by her sleeping darling, it does make her wonder if Madoka is awake already. When she sees pink sleepy eyes opening, Homura is pretty sure that wasn't the case. Which means that Homura gets the privilege of being maybe the first thing that Madoka sees this morning. She'd be lying if she said she didn't get a tiny thrill out of that.

    The immediate reaction startles Homura, and she's quick to let herself be pulled back in. After all, she belongs to Madoka, and the pink-haired angel can cuddle her as much as she likes. Still, Homura is a little surprised. Surprised enough that she's now just a bit more awake. After the yawn passes, her arm wraps around Madoka, and she smiles at her cuddly beloved.

    "Morning, Doka-chan," whispers Homura, as their cheeks nuzzle together. Homura holds her soft snuggly girlfriend in her arms, moving very little in order to let Madoka wake up gently.

    After a while, her hand starts to brush up and down Madoka's back. She smiles sweetly at Madoka with sleepy eyes, but that sleepiness gives way to a slight amount of impishness. She presses against Madoka, rolling over on top of her and trying to press Madoka's back into the bed.

    The cheek nuzzling continues, and she whispers into Madoka's ear. "I love you, my little angel."

Madoka Kaname has posed:
    Madoka doesn't mind if Homura acts sleepy so that she can enjoy her time with adorable sleeping Homura-chan, because Madoka does think she looks so very cute and peaceful when she's sleeping. She also likes waking up to having Homura hugging and cuddling on her though, because those are two of her favorite things.

    As it is Homura is definitely the first thing Madoka sees when she wakes up, a true vision of beauty, even if blurry pools of color is the form that vision takes. She relaxes quickly once Homura lets her hug back against her, letting out a sigh of relief. "Good morning," Madoka replies, pressing into Homura and smiling as their cheeks brush together. She's content to hug lightly and snuggle and wake up quietly, an utterly enjoyable morning, so when Homura starts to roll it catches her by surprise.

    That smile on her cheeks widens as she's rolled over onto her back, squeezing tightly to Homura to pull her girlfriend down against her more tightly, curling her legs up and wrapping them lightly around Homura's. "I love you too, Homura-chan. Your little angel loves you with all her heart."

    Starting to wake up a little more she yawns again and then giggles, wiggling beneath Homura, "I have a Homublanket! And she's so warm and comfy, my very favorite~!"

Homura Akemi has posed:
    Homura loves the fact that Madoka sees her first in the morning, both for selfish reasons and for unselfish ones. Selfish, because Homura gets the honor of being with Madoka in ways that no one else can, and because she gets to hog the beloved image of her sleepy girlfriend. Unselfish, because she gets to start the day by bringing beauty into Madoka's life. Beauty and love that she can only express purely through tender affections.

    Homura nuzzles against her surprised girlfriend, now that Madoka is trapped underneath her. She entangles her legs with Madoka's, and shifts her arms to better press against Madoka's back. "Yeah, I love you with all of my heart. All of my heart and soul, both love my little angel so dearly. My precious darling, whom I'll be with always. You're mine, and I'm yours, and we can be so, so happy together."

    Homura's still not completely awake yet, but she's in no rush. As long as she can be with Madoka, there's no need for her to get up. Why would she get up, anyways? To go find another bed to cuddle in? She does look behind her though, seeing that some of the blankets have shifted around due to her rolling. One hand moves down to pull them out straight again, the other arm holding Madoka tight. When she's done, she looks down into Madoka's lovely pink eyes.

    "Yup! Your very own Homublanket, here to keep you warm and comfy all morning long. And it's a good morning, because any morning I get to spend with my Madoka-chan is a good one!"

Madoka Kaname has posed:
    If Madoka wasn't committed mind, body, and soul to Homura she might not like that selfishness, but the simple fact is from almost the moment they kissed in January Madoka had fallen hard for her. If Homura is selfish because she has Madoka all to herself, that's just fine, because she's the only one who gets to wake up cuddling with her anyway. There's no other person Madoka would rather first see when waking up.

    She also knows that the only other people who might see her that way, her parents, Homura would have no objections to if for some reason it was actually an issue. Thus Madoka is actually happy that Homura is greedy for her attention and perhaps selfish in hogging her morning sleepyface and cuddles, because such a beautiful young lady greedy for her beauty and affection can't possibly be anything but an enormous compliment.

    Homura's legs entwine with her own and Madoka squeezes on them happily, squirming as Homura shifts her arms to make it easier and then making a happy hum when they press against her. "We are so happy together," Madoka 'corrects' with a warm smile, pink eyes widening a bit more as she wakes up, the fog of morning starting to clear from her mind. The sleepy haziness starts to fade from them, cute as it might be, replaced with affection for the one cuddling on top of her.

    It's something she so very loves, gravity, one the laws of the universe itself, pulling them together and enhancing their hugs. Homura's weight on her is something she very much enjoys, and she squeezes her girlfriend even closer. Madoka reaches up with one hand and pushes some of Homura's hair off of her back and over her shoulder so the gorgeous locks fall beside her head in curtain of black silk, her fingers combing through it as Homura's head hovers over hers. It lets her pet it and feel it slip through her fingers at the same time she feels it sliding between her fingers, while also making the room seem smaller around them, more private and intimate.

    "I love my Homublanket. I love her so, so much. My beloved, my darling, my one and only. The one I belong to and with." Madoka's hand slips past the hair, cupping the side of Homura's face before she lifts her head and presses her lips softly and lovingly to Homura's.

Homura Akemi has posed:
    It's not the kind of selfishness that Homura would've allowed in herself if she weren't already so close to Madoka. Instead, with the one she loves already her soulmate, denying her feelings seems almost pointless. She'd be holding herself to a higher standard than she could ever live up to. Still, even if that selfishness is there, her love is stronger than it, and could push it away if necessary.

    Of course, Homura doesn't really mind the presence of Madoka's parents in her life, either. Especially not seeing her wake up in the morning. It's likely that the only reason Homura would ever object to them is if they made Madoka miserable in some way, and with things as they are (and always have been) that seems to be the opposite of true.

    Wiggling Madokas get squeezes and today is no exception. She giggles at Madoka's correction. "Yes, yes of course. I'm happy right now and I hope you are, too." Homura looks down into Madoka's eyes, smiling, and watching as Madoka wakes up further, cooing as sleepiness gives way to affections.

    Homura lies still as her hair is moved downwards into a curtain separating them from the rest of the world. She looks down at her beloved, her view of anything else being obscured by her own hair. Their own private little paradise, just for them. She sighs happily as Madoka returns the confession of love, and when Madoka goes in for a kiss Homura puckers her lips to accept it, kissing her beloved gently.

    She kisses Madoka a few more times, pressing into her so that Madoka doesn't have to hold her head up for very long.