1800/Yukata Cuddles

Yukata Cuddles
Date of Scene:	05 August 2016
Location:	Homu House
Synopsis:	Homura and Madoka look adorable in their new Yukata, and they feel adorable in them too!
Cast of Characters:	Madoka Kaname, Homura Akemi

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Madoka Kaname has posed:
    There has been a lot of heavy stuff going on lately, mostly revolving around the recent gem heist. The full ramifications of what happened are enormous and will take time to be properly understood. It would be very easy to get lost brooding over what it all could mean and lose track of everything else.

    Which is why taking some time to enjoy life and realize that everything isn't coming crashing down is a very important thing. A pessimist might say there's no point in protecting people and the world if there's no happiness left in it, while an optimist might counter that there's plenty to be happy about even when things are getting difficult.

    Madoka is firmly on the optimist side of the spectrum, and it's really not very hard to see why when she has so much fun and gets to spend so much time with Homura. Case in point: The main door to Homura's house opens up to a series of giggles and in walks Madoka wearing a colorful new yukata, a mix of aqua, seafoam and pastel yellow with large pink and white cherry blossoms and many small and even tiny petals in a pattern that looks almost like a blossoms floating down a stream with lights deep below the water. A wide diamond patterned pink Obi with smaller white blossoms wraps about her midsection and ties in back with a big bow. The sleeves of the yukata are short, leaving her arms free past the elbows, and an inner layer of pink can be properly seen peeking out above the wraps of the outer layer. The kimono is very well fitted to her and tightly so, accentuating and even showing off her slim figure while being about as modest as is possible, wrapped up from neck to ankle as she is.

    She holds Homura's hand as she enters, a wide happy smile on her face as she leads her girlfriend in, taking a turn into the living room from the stairs and heading directly to the Cuddle Couch, becuase where else would she be going. "It's so soft," she exclaims happily, pressing her free hand onto her opposite shoulder. "It's almost like a set of two-ply pajamas!" She twists a little from side to side as she takes a seat on the edge of the couch, letting go of her girlfriends hand and holding both arms out towards her beckoningly. "I feel extra snuggly-huggable in this!"

Homura Akemi has posed:
    It's very easy for a Puella Magi's mind to go down dark paths, but while it's important to deal with problems it can be dangerous to obsess over them. Homura did tell Madoka long ago that spending time with her was a good way to stave off despair. Well, maybe not in those exact words, but it's what she meant.

    For the two of them, things are not coming crashing down. Things may be dire, but they've survived every crisis so far, and Homura intends to continue that trend.

    The fact that Madoka is the eternal optimist doesn't hurt matters, and Homura getting to see Madoka happy doesn't hurt either.

    Homura is smiling at Madoka and enjoying the sweet sound of her giggles, closing the door after them once they enter. She's wearing a light violet yukata covered in a scattering of yellow flower print, with occasional purple and dark purple diagonal stripes crossing it. A bright yellow obi wraps around her waist and abdomen, and a purple decorative rose is attached to a black headband in her hair.

    It's a loose, flowing number, adding maybe a bit of mysterious air to the black-haired beauty. She finds it to be very comfortable, and of course it's tailored to her.

    Her hand clasps Madoka's, and she follows along. Her girlfriend knows exactly where she wants to go, and knows exactly how to find it. Homura still, occasionally, takes a moment to realize just how wonderful it is that she can be this close to the one she loves.

    "Oh? Extra snuggly-huggable? Well, you look that way, but I'll have to cuddle you lots to make sure." Homura winks, and Madoka is inviting her. So she accepts the invitation, sitting down in Madoka's lap and wrapping arms around her, holding her close and resting her head against Madoka's shoulder.

    She sighs happily. "Yeah, snuggly-huggable."

Madoka Kaname has posed:
    Madoka often tells Homura how glad she is to see her happy and smiling, sometimes with the caveat that the fact she used to be so unhappy makes it all the better. What she might not tell her enough is that seeing her smiling and enjoying herself is nice simply for the fact being around her happy, smiley girlfriend makes her giddy and happy herself.

    The fact she looks extra beautiful today in her yukata certainly doesn't hurt matters, either. As Madoka sits down and holds her arms out to Homura her eyes sneak down from her face to take a quick look over her in the nicely tailored outfit. Of course she'd looked her over plenty in the store, but that doesn't make her want to do so any less now!

    When Homura winks at her she blushes lightly, giggling as her girlfriend sits in her lap, arms sliding around her and pulling her close, squeezing once she is and cradling her lovingly afterwards. "Mmm, you're extra warm and cuddly too," Madoka declares, pressing a kiss onto Homura's forehead.

    It isn't especially often Homura sits in her lap so this feels like a special occasion, even more so than the yukata alone would make it. The thickness of the cloth and multiple layers gives a bit more for her to hold onto than usual, and it lets her squeeze Homura extra tight against her as the cloth compresses. Madoka rubs a hand up and down Homura's side, feeling the softness of the cloth. "This was a really good idea. I'm going to have to thank Usagi-chan and Mamoru-kun the next time I see them!"

Homura Akemi has posed:
    Homura certainly has a lot to be happy about, and a lot of that directly involves Madoka in some way or another. There's the joy of being in love, and the joy of being loved in return, and the joy of getting to do fun things with a good friend and girlfriend, and the joy of copious amounts of cuddles. Would that be a cornucopia of cuddles? Do they have enough cuddle capacity for all of these cuddles? What a cuddle conundrum!

    Homura would be lying if she said she wasn't looking forward to this every time she saw Madoka in her new outfit. Madoka might have caught her looking several times on the way home, and considering how long they've been dating Homura wouldn't have exactly been trying to hide it, though she might have blushed a few times.

    She smiles at the kiss, and tilts her head back to kiss Madoka on the chin. It's a little different, sitting in Madoka's lap, especially since Homura is taller and lap-sitting gives her even more height. Yet with the right angle she can still rest her head where she wants it: on Madoka's shoulder, so that she can be in perfect kissing range.

    "It really is," says Homura, taking the time to savor just how incredibly soft Madoka is right now. She isn't exactly sleepy persay, but there's a certain restfulness that passes over her as she sits in Madoka's lap. "Yeah, we should, because this is amazing. I didn't think that cuddling with you could get any better."

    She rubs her head against Madoka's shoulder, and then sits up just a bit more straight, cradling Madoka's head with one arm and pressing a kiss into her temple from the opposite side.

    "Madoka~, Madoka~, My Doka? Mydoka!" Homura isn't trying to catch her attention so much as she's just saying her beloved's name out loud and playing with it.

Madoka Kaname has posed:
    A cornucopia of cuddles is quite a lot indeed, and perhaps before they were dating so many cuddles would have run out of capacity. But they have trained long and hard, and now even the extra powerful yukata cuddles can be controlled! And what a wondrous thing it is, to cuddle as much as they like without overloading. Their cuddle capacity may be so high that no amount of cuddles is too much!

    The first few times Madoka caught Homura peeking at her she blushed lightly and giggled, but after that she started quietly giving little poses, minutely changing her posture to show off slightly different angles in her new outfit. Homura blushing and being even mildly embarrassed at getting caught also meant she could sneakily stare as much as she liked. Someone embarrassed about getting 'caught' looking might not notice the look of another, right? Or perhaps her own unabashed enjoyment of her girlfriends beauty didn't go unnoticed after all.

    With Homura's head resting on her shoulder Madoka simply can't help but reach up and run her fingers through her girlfriends long hair, so perfectly accessible is it. It starts simply at first, with a sweet petting of her head as it rests on her shoulder, hand moving down lower with each kindly stroke until her fingers are running over and pressing into the gorgeous, silky locks.

    Madoka shifts lightly with Homura in her lap, or that's how it might seem to an outsider. Homura would know by now she's merely moving to rub their clothes together, the sound of cotton brushing against cotton quietly heard, Madoka enjoying the feeling of Homura's side against her as she sits in her lap. "I thought so too, but somehow every time I cuddle with you it gets better and better." She gives Homura a bright smile, and when her shoulder is rubbed against she leans her cheek and nuzzles it against the top of her head.

    Her eyes close as her head is cradled and a soft giggle precedes another happy smile on her face as her temple is kissed. Soon she's giggling harder, sqirming as she squeezes Homura close, "Your Doka! All yours! My love, my hugs, my kisses, they're all for you!" She tilts her head and lowers it a little, pressing her forehead to Homura's and looking into her eyes, "Your little angel, forever and always."

Homura Akemi has posed:
    Truly by now they have become cuddle masters, reaching a higher plane of cuddly potential. Nothing can limit their cuddly power now! They are an incorruptible force of cutesy cuddles. True cuddle companions.

    Homura intends to be looked at, at least by Madoka. She's heard the whispers of 'she's gorgeous' from other students enough to know that they're about her. If she catches Madoka looking at her, all she has to think about that is 'just as planned'.

    After all, if she can entrance Madoka with her beauty, then... well... she actually doesn't have much of a plan beyond keeping Madoka entranced, but it's fun and she's sure it makes the cuddling better anyways.

    Homura happily accepts hair pettings from her darling, smiling wider and wider as Madoka runs her fingers through her hair. Being touched, and having her hair played with, by her sweetheart is one of her greatest joys in life. She hears the sound of their clothes swishing together and giggles, shifting a little bit to make a little more noise.

    "I love it. I love every moment of it." She rubs the top of her hair against Madoka's cheek.

    "All mine? For me?" asks Homura, coyly. Then the arm cradling her head slides slowly down until her finger softly traces Madoka's jawline with her finger. "I've got you my pretty~, and your fluffy hair too."

    That same finger traces down the side of Madoka's neck, down her shoulder, and down her arm. "My beloved little angel."

Madoka Kaname has posed:
    Incorruptable forces of cutesy cuddles they are, but such powerful cuddles must still be used carefully. It might be dangerous to expose those not used to them to such uncompromisingly adorable snuggling. Luckily they have each other, the truest of cuddle companions with whom they can always share their latest breakthroughs in cuddling technology.

    It would be a lie to say that Madoka doesn't feel proud when people talk about how beautiful her girlfriend is. She knows well how many people have their eye on Homura, and when Homura seems to have eyes for no one but her how can she be anything other than flattered? If Homura wants Madoka's eyes on her she hardly has to do more than be herself every day and surely those soft pink eyes will find themselves magnetically drawn to her.

    As Homura's smile widens Madoka makes a very happy, quiet squeal; she wouldn't want to make it a loud one with how near her beloved's ear is. "You're so beautiful and amazing I can hardly stand it!" She leans into Homura as she hugs on her and plays with her hair, pressing close as she squeezes close. "You're so huggly-wuggly and your hair is so silky and soft! Sometimes I can't believe I actually get to hug you and touch you as much as I want."

    A happy shiver runs through her when Homura says she loves every moment of cuddling with her, taking in a deep breath and letting it out as a happy sigh. Her head nods lightly and she lets out a slow and airy, "Mmhm. All for you." Cheeks flush pink as the finger traces her jawline, a shiver running through her as it trails down her neck. When it reaches her arm she quietly encourages the tracing to continue, only to pull it back just enough so the finger traces more quickly to her hand, turning it over and gently sliding her fingers between Homura's, interlacing their fingers and then giving it a firm squeeze, holding her hand palm to palm.

    She giggles more at the mention of her hair, and she turns her face away from Homura in order to press her fluffy hair into her girlfriends cheek, nuzzling her head against her gently so that the soft hair brushes back and forth against it. "You've got me?" she asks in mock surprise, only to smile, "Then you'd better hold onto me, because I want you to have me and hold me forever!"

    Then with a playful grin she presses her fingers into Homura's side and wiggles them, trying to tickle her for a single short second, before singsonging, "I've got you, too~." Soft pink eyes lock onto purple and she whispers, "And I know exactly what I want to do with you."

    Cuddle? Of course cuddle! But that can be taken for granted. She leans in and lifts her chin, pressing a soft and lingering kiss to her girlfriends lips, making a happy, "Mmmmm," sound as she does.

Homura Akemi has posed:
    Madoka has most certainly captivated Homura's attention, and any others trying to get the black-haired girl's affections will have to find some other beauty to fawn over. It's hard for Homura to even imagine loving anyone else, at least romantically. Maybe Homura only has to be herself to get Madoka to look at her, but she can't help but want to give her something nice to look at.

    The squeal leads to a slightly wider smile, because Madoka being happy means that Homura is happy. Being told that she's not only beautiful but amazing makes her heart flutter. She laughs, sheepishly, at being told she's huggly-wuggly on top of it all.

    "... and I can't believe I always get to be held by you, and that I get to be with you all the time. I never thought I'd ever find happiness like this, but here you are."

    The tracing of her finger has a positive effect, and Homura's so caught up in enjoying Madoka's reaction that she doesn't notice her girlfriend taking her by the hand until their fingers are already interlaced. When she does notice, she flexes her fingers a little before squeezing Madoka's hand.

    There's a soft giggle. "Oh believe me. Holding you is exactly what I intend to do."

    Then Madoka declares her claim upon Homura, and Homura can only smile. "That's right. You've caught me. I'm forever lost in my love for you. Your name is branded upon my heart."

    Then Madoka's lips are pressed against hers, and Homura is transported to her own little world where only she and Madoka exist, and Madoka's lips taste so, so sweet.

Madoka Kaname has posed:
    Madoka doesn't mind if any other hopeless admirers find Homura beautiful. Such beauty is not a thing that should be hidden from the world. But the fact she's the one Homura looks at, and the one who gets to hug, kiss, and make her heart flutter? She's very happy about that. If Homura wants to give Madoka something to enjoy while she's looked at she's certainly succeeded. As much as her arms get to enjoy the feeling of Homura in them, her eyes gets to enjoy her sight as well.

    That sheepish receives an almost teasing one in return, "It's true!" Madoka says in a high, playful voice. "You're so wonderful to hug and squeeze! You must know I'm telling the truth, I'm always trying to hug you and squeeze you close~."

    Madoka's thumb brushes over Homura's once their hands are held together, the sides of her fingers feeling the softness of Homura's skin, sensitive hand pressed endearingly to sensitive hand. Her grip is delicate when she isn't squeezing it, gentle and soft and so innocently barely there. But those squeezes are firm and strong, the softness and gentleness of her fingers deceptive. How fiercely she would hold onto Homura to keep here there, should anything ever try to pull her away.

    "Yay! I love being held by my Homura-chan!" Madoka opts to speak this fully aloud, giving a real, happy cheer. A long peal of happy, playful giggles emits from her and she the arm around Homura squeezes her close and tight again.

    Only a moment later she settles down a little, smiling sweetly to Homura and giving a small shake of her head. "Mm-mm," she sounds gently in the negative, "You're not lost our love; you're found in it. Maybe we don't know exactly where we are, but so long as we're together having a general idea is good enough."

    Wonderful, happy, romantic feelings sweep through Madoka as Homura accepts her kiss. She melts into it, somehow becoming even sweeter and gentler, body relaxing as she focuses all her minds attention onto the sensation of Homura's lips against hers. It's enthralling, and all consuming when she lets it be, and before she realizes it her lips are parting and she's sucking gently on her girlfriends lip, squeezing it and feeling it's plumpness between her own before teasing it with the tip of her tongue.

    It wouldn't take much more than a happy sound or the returning of such affection to get her to deepen the kiss and lose herself entirely in the moment, the passion and love of her tender heart enjoyably overtaking all senses.

Homura Akemi has posed:
    "Oh I did notice quite a lot of hugging and squeezing and cuddling." She says this with a certain playful imitation of a 'well now that you mention it' tone. "Was that the reason? I'm so fun to hug?" She gives Madoka a small kiss on the cheek. "Well, it's a good thing you can hug and squeeze me as much as you like!"

    Homura knows exactly what kind of deathgrip Madoka would be capable of if someone tried to pull her away. Maybe it's better that Homura tends to be cold to people she isn't close to, since it means that fewer will think themselves in a position to try it. Though real talk if someone did try to pull them apart, especially as things are now, Homura would probably sock them.

    'Yay! I love being held by my Homura-chan!'

    "Good, because that's your fate now." She leans against Madoka, wrapping both arms around her and holding her tight, enjoying the extra softness. "I'll never let you go, my dear sweet beloved Madoka-chan."

    At Madoka's statement of her being found, Homura blushes. "Is that so? Well, I couldn't have been found by a more wonderful person~."

    They kiss, and Madoka gets into it. While she's floating adrift, Homura has just a little bit of presence of mind left. Just enough to kiss deeper, press a bit more firmly, and put her hands on her girlfriend's shoulders and pushing her back to lay flat on the couch. With the intent that Homura would lay on top of her of course.

    Homura could think of something else to say, but that would mean removing her lips from Madoka, and as sweet as these kisses are she doesn't want to do that. Maybe it would be okay for Homura to drift away after all. She decides to let herself succumb to the fuzziness in her head and just be in bliss for a while.

Madoka Kaname has posed:
    "It's definitely part of the reason," Madoka confirms, pressing up against Homura in a way that causes their yukata to rustle quietly, giving her a close squeeze. As she's kissed on the cheek Homura gets to feel her smile widen, though when she speaks afterwards the pink-haired girl puts on a mock-worried expression. "As much as I like? Are you sure that's okay? Because we might run out of magic if I never let you out of my arms."

    Madoka already had to break and rewrite one rule of the universe to get Homura back once, there's no saying what she might do if she was forced to resort to that a second time. Though if it was a someone rather than a something that was trying to take Homura from her she imagines it wouldn't take much to break that kind of 'spell' aside from asking Homura to hug and kiss her for a while.

    Homura leans against her and holds her tight, letting herself relax for a moment so that she's extra squeezable on top of the extra softness of the Yukata, her own grip on Homura light and airy. "Being yours is the best fate I could ever ask for," she replies happily, looking up into Homura's beautiful purple eyes. She giggles then and lets out another, quieter, "Yaaay," finally hugging back and squeezing Homura tightly again, twisting a little from side to side and wiggling in the closeness. "My amazing Homura-chan is going to keep me forever!"

    When Homura blushes Madoka smiles softly, reaching up with a hand to brush it gently over her long hair, caressing the back of her head lovingly afterwards, "Of course you were. I could never have overlooked a shining, beautiful gem like you. If nobody else found you first they must have been blind~."

    It isn't hard for Madoka to get lost in the joy of kissing her girlfriend. Looking at her and being close makes the love she feels for Homura bubble up like uncorked champaign, but getting to kiss her makes it bubble right out over the top. Expressing her love in this way makes her so happy and lets her relish it and let it wash over her mind so that nothing else seems to matter, and that's before you get to how enjoyable the act itself is.

    The softness of her girlfriends lips, and then the feeling of them firming up and returning the kiss draws a happy, "Mmm," from her like it sometimes does. And then Homura's hands are on her shoulders and easing her back onto the Cuddle Couch, and a fresh blush warms her cheeks while her heart beats a little harder in her chest.

    Her arms slip around Homura further as her girlfriend settles on top of her, rubbing above and below the obi tied about her waist. With her sweetheart so willing to exchange kisses while cuddling Madoka avails herself of her lips, pulling back from the deeper kissing for a moment to press kisses and nibbles onto them, enjoying their feeling as well as their taste. They never break from Homura's though; touching them seems the proper place for them to be!

Homura Akemi has posed:
    "We can make our own magic," says Homura, in clear defiance of actual sense or reason. "These moments are magical already."

    The mere fact that Madoka was willing to turn to the nuclear option of making a Wish kind of implies that she needs Homura about as much as Homura needs her. Anyone who actually expects Homura to leave Madoka for any reason short of Madoka wanting her to is going to be severely disappointed. Regardless of how far Madoka is willing to go, Homura would certainly approve of using the far more cost-effective solution of hugging and kissing.

    "Yes, forever and ever~." She means it, too. People who stay in love for over a decade tend to never fall out of it, or at least she doesn't think so. She cups Madoka's cheek into her hand, and kisses the opposite cheek before pulling away to look into her eyes.

    'If nobody else found you first.' She blinks at that and side glances away. Well, nobody did. There used to be rumors of various things regarding her love life, but rumors were all that was. Any actual potentials were pretty much pushed away once she fully decided to pursue Madoka. She isn't as warm to other people as she is to Madoka, and even Madoka was slightly creeped out at first, so it kinda makes sense to her that no one would be looking, even if she is gorgeous.

    Well there was that one girl in class who looked at her but the fact that Homura doesn't even quite remember her name pretty much says all there is to say about how much chance that ship ever had.

    Homura shrugs. "Maybe, but you were the only person who ever saw me as I really was anyways. I suppose that does make them blind, but not having to fight them off means more time to cuddle. Now that you've literally been inside my mind you know me better than anyone else could." In a more teasing tone, enjoying the feeling of Madoka's hand caressing the back of her head, "Granted, you're always in my thoughts anyways~."

    The metaphorical champagne bottle pops and spills over. Is that why they refer to it as being gushy? Homura doesn't really have time to ponder such questions, because while kissing Madoka isn't exactly mentally demanding, it still somehow manages to command her full and complete attention.

    All of her senses turn up to eleven as every part of her hungers to absorb as much of Madoka's essence as possible: The taste of her lips, the color of her eyes, the touch of her fluffy pink hair, and the softness of her yukata. Every aspect of this moment is wonderful, and Homura wants to experience all of it.

    She savors the soft kissing of Madoka's lips, while resting on top of her and letting Homura's hair fall over the two of them. The kissing becomes somewhat rhythmic, yet not entirely predictable, almost as if their lips are dancing together and this dance comes complete with its own flourishes. The soft nibbling of lips, the gentle pressing together, and the way Homura's index finger seems to slowly brush up and down Madoka's jawline while her other arm caresses her.

Madoka Kaname has posed:
    "Every moment I spend with you does feel like magic," Madoka replies in agreement."

    Her cheek is cupped and her other cheek is kissed. Madoka's face is covered by the affection of her beloved! She tilts her head into Homura's hand to lean her cheek into it and nuzzle gently, looking into Homura's eyes with the soft pink of her own while they shine with happiness.

    A mildly sheepish, apologetic look as Homura considers that nobody really pursued her romantically before Madoka. That isn't quite how she meant it, but she probably should have been more careful, she decides. "Then they're silly for not realizing your the most devoted, protecting, reliable girlfriend ever," Madoka replies in a pouty tone. "Or the prettiest, sweetest, cuddliest one I could ever want." She leans into Homura and pulls her close with one arm, caressing her head still with the other. "I am? That's the my second favorite place to be," she replies teasingly. The first, of course, is in her arms.

    Madoka smells lightly of her perfume, flowery rose and violet with just a tinge of bergamot still lingering, her eyes are soft pink and half lidded, reflecting a bit of Homura's own purple on the surface. Her hair is fluffy and soft, neat and clean and easy to run fingers through, squishing softly if squeezed. Her yukata makes her slightly softer and more squeezable than normal, the tight obi around her waist enhancing her figure. And her lips- there is no other description except to say they taste like her, free of chapstick or lipgloss or the lingering flavors of food. Every sense is there for Homura to enjoy, the kissing so enjoyable that Madoka makes quiet happy sounds to delight her ears.

    The world darkens as Homura's hair falls like a curtain around them, Madoka trailing a hand up from Homura's back to brush the back of her neck, gently tracing the backs of her fingernails over it before uncurling her fingers and pushing them up into Homura's hair, gently scratching and massaging Homura's scalp at the back of her head. The soft pressing of their lips together warms Madoka's cheeks further, and her back arches a little to push herself against Homura as she rests on her. The finger brushing her jawline becomes a tease, and Madoka's eyes open up wide, looking into Homura's with a quiet neediness hard to see in the low light, her chin lifting just a little in response to the touch.

    Her lips press directly onto Homura's again, their touch gentle and soft, only to hopefully, invitingly part.

Homura Akemi has posed:
    Homura frowns a little bit, though it isn't exactly an unhappy frown as much as... maybe an awkward one? "Well... that's actually not entirely true. It's not... exactly that no one wanted me. It's just that I turned them down or pretended not to notice the eyes they were making at me, because I wanted to be with you. Maybe that surprises you since you tend to underestimate yourself, but if two of the most... I'll begrudgingly admit in Agera-san's case... attractive people in your class, or maybe even in your school, were fighting over you then I think you can give yourself a little more credit."

    She sticks out her tongue. "Don't underestimate me. I could've had anyone I wanted." Maybe not strictly anyone, but there were options, even if those options all suffered from the condition of 'not being Madoka'. "I chose you over any other available candidate because you are the best and I love you the most."

    "Besides, just because they were attracted to my looks that doesn't mean they have chemistry with me, or that they know me, or that they'd like me once they did. It doesn't mean it wouldn't have fallen flat on its face. I'll also admit that I didn't exactly want to waste my time on something less than what I wanted. Especially not when I started to think that I didn't have to settle." Yes, being with Madoka is by definition 'not settling'.

    She glances off to the side again. "I guess it's easy to forget about them since they didn't really stand a chance, though saying that out loud I feel a little bad for them."

    Her second favorite place to be? In a tone that is less defensive and more playful and maybe a bit teasing, Homura says, "Oh, I'd like to put you in all your favorite places!" She has a pretty good guess as to what Madoka's favorite place to be is, and luckily she's already there!

    Homura might not be able to easily see the neediness in Madoka's eyes, but she senses it, feels it. She couldn't have spent over half a year cuddling and kissing Madoka without picking up on some of her body language, and even learning to anticipate certain things. Well, it's okay if Madoka needs her, because she has her, and Homura needs Madoka, too.

    As Madoka's chin is lifted, Homura's fingers move underneath it to scratch gently. She feels Madoka's lips open just a bit wider, and as hungry as she is she doesn't even hesitate. She turns her head sideways to deepen the kiss, the forward tips of her lips reaching into the sides of Madoka's. A little bit of tongue, testingly, flickers into Madoka's mouth. It's not the first time they've french kissed, but it's also not something that they do often.

    Homura's arm moves down to Madoka's waist, and her hand grips Madoka's side as her other hand cradles Madoka's chin.

Madoka Kaname has posed:
    Madoka tilts her head a little as Homura frowns, nodding slightly as she speaks. With a nervous laugh in response to giving herself more credit Madoka shakes her head, "It doesn't surprise me now because I know how much you've always cared for me, but it would have if you told me that when we first met."

    She giggles softly when Homura sticks out her tongue, "That's why I'm lucky you like me and love me so much." Her small smile widens and she nods her head, "That's why we're so great for each other! I'm amazing, you're amazing, and together we're even more amazing than that!" She looks into Homura's eyes, "We know each other well, like what we see, and have the most incredible chemistry together." She leans forward, rubbing the tip of her nose against Homura's, "That's why when people see us they're envious of what we have together~"

    Are they? Maybe! Mostly Madoka is trying to say how wonderful their relationship is in a cutesy way.

    "I'm in most of them right now," Madoka responds to the playful comment, looking into Homura's eyes and giving her a close hug.

    The closer they get to each other the more Madoka feels like she needs to be close to Homura. It isn't a bad thing as it doesn't come to the forefront unless they're physically close like they are now. But sometimes, like now, Madoka feels Homura's love and affection for her and wants to bask in it as if it's the life-giving warmth of the sun, and in a way it is. She wants to get closer to the source, feeling it's true intensity by it.

    Which is why she goads, entices, and teases. She wants to draw Homura's passion out of her and be overwhelmed by, it having already been overwhelmed by her own feelings of love and affection. Homura lying on top of her helps draw this desire out of her, linked as it is to passionate memories.

    When Homura turns her head Madoka shivers expectantly, followed by a small, sharp exhale through her nose at that little flick of tongue. Then Homura's hand arm is at her waist and her side is being held firmly while her chin is being held so gently. The effect is that of a 'go' button being pressed, Madoka's hand sliding out from the back of Homura's head to cup her cheek, fingertips gently brushing higher up on the side of her face. Her own tongue confidently but slowly tastes the seal of their lips where they press together, only to try and find Homura's by dipping into her mouth, willing to meet, play, and, of course, dance.

Homura Akemi has posed:
    Homura smiles at Madoka, the real meaning of her words being understood. "I'm glad, because you really are special, and amazing, and there are so many compelling reasons to love you." She closes her eyes, smiling even just a little bit wider. "We do have something wonderful together, and I wouldn't blame someone for wishing that they had something so sweet."

    'I'm in most of them right now.' Homura grins, flashing teeth for a moment. "Good! Just as planned, since I plan on making you happy." In an almost singsongy voice, she says, "I love making my wonderful girlfriend happy~."

    Homura is just as drawn to Madoka, and if one needs an example of what 'magnetism' means in a romantic context they need hardly look further than these two. Always drawing close to each other, naturally, and barely being able to help themselves. If its intensity that Madoka needs, Homura has plenty of that to offer.

    That passion does pour out, in the form of gentle embraces, sweet kisses, and small teasing scratches. Every little touch is an expression of love, and every show of love from Madoka only stokes Homura's flames further. Both of them come together like two pieces of a whole, both eagerly giving and receiving gentle affections.

    Homura sighs into Madoka's mouth as her beloved's fingers brush against her face, and as the two tongues meet Homura's presses against Madoka's, sliding around it and tasting it. Playing, dancing, entwining, Homura enjoys every moment of it.

    Her arm pushes against Madoka's waist, and her other hand moves behind Madoka's back, both arms pressing Homura against Madoka. She wants to be close, too. No matter how close she gets, she finds herself wanting to be closer.

Madoka Kaname has posed:
    'I'm glad, because you really are special, and amazing, and there are so many compelling reasons to love you.'

    Madoka blushes and giggles, getting fidgety and happily embarrassed as Homura's exceptionally sweet words are spoken. "I always thought it would be nice to have a fairytale romance, but I never expected that I actually would." With a wide smile of her own she singsongs, "Clearly I set my expectations too low~."

    Then a moment later she adds, "You do make me happy. You make me so happy, Homura-chan! Being around you, seeing how much you care about me, and everybody else." In a slightly lower voice she adds, "Watching you set your goals and go after them relentlessly..." Okay, that last one might make her something similar but slightly different from 'happy'.

    It's almost the best part that Madoka knows Homura has that intensity, that passion inside of her, because in her mind it means drawing it out is merely pulling back the curtains and revealing that which is usually held in check; it wouldn't do for Homura to kiss her like this in class, even if the look on Saotome-sensi's face would be priceless.

    As Homura immerses her with passion Madoka soaks them up, pressing into her when she's embraced, returning the kisses, and shivering when teased by those scratches. She's far from passive however, her hand at Homura's cheek an endearing caress that doesn't stop, fingers brushing lightly, palm brushing up and down lightly to feel her girlfriends cute and beautiful face, her touch as always so gentle and sweet, her skin so soft even to the sensitive face.

    Cuddled together as they are, garbed in their flowery yukata, it's easy to feel like the perfect matched pair, fitted together so perfectly that even if it were possible to fit to another it couldn't be as exacting as this. Madoka's tongue is shy but eager once they meet, letting Homura take the lead at first but picking up confidence quickly, so that if Homura will find herself the object of Madoka's intense affection, equally playing, dancing, and entwining, taking turns playing pursuer and pursued. She continues to make happy sounds as they kiss, but as intimate as the kiss is they can be felt and almost tasted as easily as they can be heard.

    As Homura's arm presses into her waist and she's further enwrapped by her girlfriend Madoka presses up against her, squeezing herself tightly to her and brushing her body against Homura's. Her own arm at Homura's back slides vertical, ignoring for the moment the sanctity of the obi to give her a better hold, fingers curling a bit into the yukata between Homura's shoulderblades. But the hand at her face is still so tender, so gentle, so at odds with that clinging arm and passionate kissing, and yet so perfectly in tune.

    Madoka loves Homura in so many ways, she doesn't have limbs enough to express them all.

Homura Akemi has posed:
    Madoka... set her expectations too low?

    That, actually, does set Homura's cheeks on fire, since the implication is that Homura's exceeding them, and that added to the comparison between this and a fairytale romance... A part of her wants to say 'I'm not really that good' or 'you're too sweet' but... if Madoka really thinks that highly of her... and their relationship...

    The more she thinks about it, the more red her cheeks get. As close as they are, Homura's pounding heart isn't that hard to feel.

    Then she's told that she really does make Madoka happy, and her giggling does give her a little time to let her blushing die down just a little bit, but not that much, because what she's saying is still incredibly sweet.

    Homura's voice is almost meek when she says, "You make me happy too, Madoka-chan. The way you're always so kind and sweet, and the way you always think about how others feel... about how I feel..."

    Madoka acts upon Homura as Homura acts upon Madoka, hand caressing Homura's cheek and softly brushing. Homura shivers, but doesn't stop or even slow. The floodgates have been opened, and she doesn't want to hold anything back.

Madoka's shy yet eager tongue draws a slight smile that is easy to feel with their lips locked as they are. As her beloved starts acting with confidence, Homura's hand squeezes her back, as if to encourage her. Bliss takes over her as she plays the sweet game of both chasing and being chased by Madoka's tongue, and those happy noises elicit a peal of giggles.

    She almost thinks that she can taste Madoka's joy, and she loves the flavor.

    Madoka's arm at Homura's back presses her even closer. She takes a deep breath in through her nose, a soft wind brushing against Madoka's cheek, as she feels the touch between her shoulderblades. She's losing her mind in her passion, and Madoka's enjoyment is only spurring her on.

    Homura's lips suck upon Madoka's as their tongues continue to play, and the arm around Madoka's back loosens just enough to slowly rub Madoka's shoulders, moving all the way down her spine and up again, before circling around back and forth to eventually cover all of her little angel's back.

Madoka Kaname has posed:
    Homura is just too adorable to handle when she blushes so much, and Madoka giggles and wiggles close to her as she feels her girlfriends heart pounding. As she speaks in that almost meek voice Madoka looks into Homura's eyes and then leans in to press her face into her girlfriends, cheek to cheek. This time she isn't actually trying to make them burn further, but rather giving a sweet nuzzle that soaks up some of that heat and cools Homura's by comparison. "I'm glad you feel happy, and that I make you happy. I do care about that very much. The way you feel matters the most, to me."

    The floodgates are thrown open and it's a thirty year downpour. Homura's encouragement means that momentary shyness doesn't translate into nervousness or worry. There's no piece of her mind that worries about what Homura might think of her kissing; she's fully engrossed in enjoying it herself and trying to make sure her girlfriend does the same, and most of that is instinct anyway as she enjoys the full force of Homura's passion.

    Homura's sucking on her lips is game changing- that is to say it changes the kissing game Madoka is trying play. Her half-hearted attempts at retreating when being pursued become real, and for several moments she focuses on lips, sucking on Homura's lips in return, teasing them one at a time with her tongue when she captures them, pressing several simpler kisses to her girlfriends's mouth without ever fully breaking the kiss before eagerly seeking out her tongue again.

    Her back arches as Homura's hand rubs up and down her spine, her tight squeezing loosening a little a moment before when her shoulders are rubbed. But then she's embraced fully and Madoka responds in kind, pressing firmly upwards as best she can, giving herself to be held and squeezed as much and as tightly as Homura wants.

    Her hand finally slips down from Homura's face as the intensity continues to build and their passions build upon each other, trailing down Homura's side. The hand at Homura's back does as well, until her hands at once give a firm squeeze to Homura's hips, holding her there before letting her hands slip up to her waist while only loosening up enough to keep the grip from being uncomfortable, trying to give Homura that same lovely feeling of being firmly held by her beloved as she feels right now, but from a different angle.

    If this weren't enough she reaches out with her ankles and traps one of Homura's feet, teasing over the top of it with her stocking toes. Her tightly fitted yukata prevents her from entwining legs like many other times they cuddle together, but approximations can still be made.

    She's still making those happy sounds, and one of the longer ones feels suspiciously close to, 'Homura-chan.'

Homura Akemi has posed:
    Homura sighs happily as Madoka's cheek nuzzles against her. "I know... and I feel the same way... and I know you know that, too... and everything is so wonderful. It's hard not to be overwhelmed by how sweet you are, but I don't mind. I want to be close to you so much."

    With Madoka so engrossed and enjoying it as she is, there's very little that would actually give Homura pause or slow her down. If there was any hesitation on Madoka's part, she would slow down, and has before, but if they're both enjoying it then there's no reason they have to stop.

    This isn't quite what Homura expected to happen, but as long as they've been together is it any surprise that they've developed such passion for each other? Everything right now is so sweet and wonderful, and when Homura returns to her senses she'll look back upon these moments fondly.

    Homura's tongue flickers only to find that Madoka's tongue has moved elsewhere, but that's okay, because what her tongue has lost, her lips have found. The gentle sucking on eachother's lips is almost too much, but Homura doesn't want to stop. She wants to kiss Madoka forever, and this kiss especially is worth savoring. Madoka's lips move, as if she's being kissed while being kissed, and Homura lets out her own long noise of enjoyment. Her tongue is hanging limply when Madoka finds it, only to be brought back to life by the fluffy angel's touch.

    Madoka's back arches, and Madoka is pressing up against Homura. She eagerly accepts what Madoka gives her, holding her tight and close with all of the softness of the yukatas to make them both even more squeezable. Madoka's hand moves down from Homura's face and against her side, sending a shiver down her spine.

    The firm squeeze against Homura's hips brings about an immediate reaction, Homura suddenly pressing her hips forward against Madoka's at the touch, only to relax slightly as Madoka's arms wrap loosely around her waist. The yukatas might prevent their legs from entwining, but playing with her feet leads to a sweet sigh from Homura that goes right into Madoka's mouth.

    Homura almost swears she hears her name in Madoka's sweet voice, and she makes a muffled sound like "I love you" without actually breaking the kiss. She couldn't bear to, at this point.

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    "It's hard to not want to be overwhelmingly sweet when I know how much you like it," Madoka replies. Homura's compliments really are among the best she could ever ask for, and often translate to 'I love you because you're so very much yourself'. It's immensely flattering, but Madoka doesn't let that go too much to her head. After all, she feels very much the same way about Homura. Her girlfriends beauty, cuddles, and kisses are all wonderful, but it's her very Homuraness that draws her like a moth to, well, a homura.

    Madoka wasn't expecting things to get so passionate either. She was expecting sweet and gentle cuddles, but once her passion ignited she hasn't backed away from it at all. Especially not with Homura reacting so favorably and not hesitating either.

    The sweet kissing of lips and the passionate kissing of tongues ebbs and flows, rises and falls. The rhythm of the earlier kissing remains, in time to the beating of their hearts. Like the hugging, cuddling, and softer kissing that preceded it Madoka begins to learn some of Homura's body language, picking up cues from her movements and the sounds of enjoyment she makes. While her passion doesn't seem to have abated at all her head is slightly more clear, a bit less awash in pure feeling and emotion as her lips and tongue happily relay just how nice this really is.

    The the dancing of her tongue becomes a little more pointed in trying to elicit those favorable cues, and a little more playful as well. Homura might find Madoka's tongue teasingly exploring around her mouth as if searching for something, Madoka giggling as she fails to find it. After all, she didn't push the cherry on top of their ice cream into Homura's mouth at all, this time.

    The reaction of Homura to the squeeze of her hips doesn't fail to draw a blush from Madoka, though a giggle accompanies it. Homura's sweet sigh puts a smile on her lips, and the fact she knows Homura can feel it so intimately makes it a little wider than it might otherwise have been. She continues pressing up on and squirming happily against Homura as she's held in both of her girlfriends arms, enhancing the clinging so that they're an inseparable piece of velcro.

    Her sweet moan of her girlfriends name brings about a declaration of love, and Madoka makes a long, sweet whine of happiness. She's so happy that if she were to open her eyes one might see sparkles in their corners from the beginnings of happy tears, but she doesn't dare let them pool and drop for fear of them being misunderstood.

    Her stocking feet shower Homura's trapped foot with affection, trying to rub against and over it without tickling. As she squirms about and shifts in Homura's arms she can be felt giggling, and as she kisses and kisses and kisses Homura she works her feet against themselves, rolling down and finally pushing off her socks. Then, slowly, she tries to peel off her girlfriends sock as well.

    Bare feet while kissing on the Cuddle Couch? Scandalous!?

Homura Akemi has posed:
    It's true that Homura loves who Madoka is, and loves Madoka for being who she is. It's how Homura sincerely feels, though if Madoka thinks that her affections are flattering then Homura can only take that as a compliment.

    "I love every moment of it. Please don't stop. I'm yours, so it's okay to overwhelm me." The sweet lilt in Homura's voice is unmistakably passionate. She cherishes every moment she spends with Madoka, and as good as Madoka is to her, can anyone blame her?

    Homura doesn't want to back away either. It's too sweet, too wonderful, and too perfect for her to want to stop. Maybe Homura's throwing caution to the wind by just letting her passions run free like this, but she trusts Madoka, and they belong to each other. She can't see anything bad about this.

    Homura's breathing slows and becomes more heavy, to match the gentle rhythm of their lips and tongues playing together. She isn't hiding or holding anything back, and that should make it even easier to pick up on her cues. Even if Homura wasn't focusing too much, she's pretty sure this experience would be burned into her mind. It's unforgettable.

    Madoka's efforts to elicit even more happy sounds from Homura are pretty successful. They are teasing at first, releasing a soft, high pitched noise from Homura, but that noise becomes a deep groan as Homura presses down against Madoka and her tongue presses against her girlfriend's. The searching and the giggling lead to Homura's hands gripping Madoka's back just a bit tighter.

    She feels the warmth of Madoka's cheeks before she actually sees the blush, though after a moment her eyes move down to see the familiar cute redness. She smiles after Madoka does, and as Madoka squirms Homura moves one of her hands to Madoka's hips to return the squeeze.

    Madoka's tears of joy might be misunderstood at first, but seeing her cry happily would itself make Homura happy once she realized what it was. The trapped foot is loved and happy to receive that love. Homura feels the sock being removed, and her own cheeks begin to blush, and once her foot is free of its sock she wraps around her own sock, moving to yank it off in one smooth motion.

    So freed, Homura's toes move to entwine themselves with Madoka's, otherwise allowing themselves to be trapped if Madoka so wishes it.

Madoka Kaname has posed:
    Though her name is Homura she's still playing with fire, telling Madoka it's okay to overwhelm her with sweetness. Of course Madoka's sweetness is, in truth, a gentle sort, as she's a gentle soul. "I'll never stop, my adorable sweetheart Homura-chan."

    Caution is useful, and in many cases necessary, even and sometimes especially when it comes to letting passion take control. But there are other times when trust is implicit, that one could never dream of hurting the other, that it can be allowed to lapse.

    The change of Homura's breathing slows the rhythm of Madoka's kissing, or maybe the changes happen naturally together. For as long as they've been kissing now Madoka's lips don't seem to find the press of Homura's lips against them any less enjoyable, and the brushing and entwining of their tongues is a fresh new delight.

    They've finally found something that they can do together without talking. Not that their tongues aren't still busy.

    The teasing sounds Homura makes get little giggles from Madoka, the groan getting an enjoyable blush on her cheeks that prime them for the heavier reddening that comes moments later. Her own voice mingles with Homura's, brought out of her by this little squeeze, that little press, or another kiss and meeting of their tongues. Homura squeezes her tighter and Madoka presses up into her, so enjoying her girlfriends weight pressing down on her, a continual hug aided by the Earth itself.

    If ever Madoka had questioned the necessity of gravity she regrets it now.

    Madoka's squirming is interrupted by a shock as Homura squeezes her hip, and she pushes back against Homura unconsciously in a way that heats her now rosy cheeks even further. Now pink eyes do open and are almost shy when they find beautiful purple in full view. Her toes entangle with Homura's and her feet brush up and down against her girlfriend, one leg stretching to brush ankle against ankle, and a tiny bit of calf; as much as the yukata she's wearing will allow.

    Her hands slip from Homura's sides around to her back, elbows resting where they once sat as she squeezes Homura down to her, pulling their bodies almost painfully close, the softness of their outfits preventing any such pain. The softness of Homura's body seems more obvious than ever and Madoka can't get enough.

    Fighting against her own embarrassment she lifts her head and kisses Homura more passionately still, lips pressed firmly together and rubbing while her tongue rubs against and plays with Homura's. Once more bliss and passion overwhelm her, and Madoka lets herself revel in the feeling, not even noticing the happy sounds she makes anymore.

    Eventually, however, this does pose a problem, because she quite literally forgets to breathe. Is it such a bad thing, though, that kissing Homura has stolen away her breath and left her gasping?

Homura Akemi has posed:
    Being sweetly and gently overwhelmed is exactly what Homura wants right now. It's the same kind of feeling she gets from cuddling Madokami except now Madoka is doing it without any sort of magic whatsoever. Well, nothing other than the romantic magic they're sharing right now anyways.

    Kissing slows, and Homura compensates by kissing deeper, gently moving her lips against Madoka's while her tongue flickers and presses against her beloved's. The one thing on her mind is how lucky she is to get to share this with her little angel. She wouldn't trade this for anything.

    The sounds of their voices mixing together puts goosebumps all over Homura's skin. That with the way that their tongues intertwine seems almost metaphorical somehow. There's a soft peal of giggles after the sudden shock from the hip squeeze, and the escalating redness in Madoka's cheeks. Purple eyes give Madoka a hungry look, and there's a sparkle in them that says, 'Gotcha!'

    Ankle moves against ankle, and while the yukata is soft and snuggly and so wonderful to cuddle in, the bottom hem of it is just a little bit... in the way. The top of Homura's foot presses against the lower edge of Madoka's yukata, pushing it up just slightly to give her girlfriend a little more leg room. It's a little hard to do with Homura's own legs restricted, but she is nothing if not agile.

    Homura's a tough girl, and a Puella Magi aside, so any light amount pain she'd experience she'd ignore. Add to that the promise of being closer to Madoka, and such gentle aches would be gladly embraced. The only thing holding her back from a far-too-tight hug is the thought of hurting Madoka.

    Lost in bliss as they are, forgetting to breath can be a real problem. Homura had been breathing through her nose, but when she hears Madoka gasping she... Well, she doesn't break away, but the position of her lips shifts slightly, breaking the seal around the corners of Madoka's mouth to give her lungs access to a little bit of air.

    Yet, Homura's lips still press against Madoka's, and that tongue stays where it is to dance with its partner.

Madoka Kaname has posed:
    Madoka really loves making Homura happy and giving her what she wants, both because it's in her nature and because she wants to be amazing for her romantic partner. If being overwhelmed with cuddles and kisses is what Homura wants then that's what she's going to get. It doesn't hurt that it makes her very happy, too.

    The slowed pace of kissing doesn't reveal any lack of eagerness on Madoka's part, as evidenced by the way she follows and mimicks the motions of Homura's lips against hers and the way she chases after that flickering tongue with her own. Madoka is happy to share this fun new activity with Homura, but she's also acutely aware she can't imagine feeling comfortable enough to kiss so passionately for so long with anyone else. Obviously so considering their relationship but it feels like some kind of milestone, that she's never been so comfortable sharing herself with another, and that makes her feel even closer to the girl snuggled on top of her kissing her deeply.

    The mingling of their voices and the dancing of their tongues does seem to be a new type of communication centered entirely around communicating their enjoyment of and happiness with each other, along with those little cues that say 'that was nice' or 'do that again' or 'maybe a bit less of that'.

    The giggling in response to her hip being squeezed makes her even more embarrassed, and the redness in her cheeks starts spreading to the rest of her face. There's a shy look in her eyes when Homura's finds them, but even though she's shifting gently beneath Homura in embarrassed fashion she doesn't look away from that gaze, nor does she stop kissing her, teasing the side of her girlfriends tongue with the tip of her own and playfully drawing it away before changing course and entwining with it once more.

    It's her turn to giggle when Homura teases up the hem of her Yukata. It would be easy to let go of her with one arm and reach down to help out, but she lets Homura make the progress on her own, rewarding each inch of lift with an inch more of the silky skin of her legs brushing against her own, calf sliding sweetly over calf.

    Even if Homura could take the pain Madoka wouldn't want to induce it. There's something to be said for the creaky ache of an almost too-close hug, but actually hurting her would be awful. At least it would be in her mind.

    Homura's lips break the seal of their mouths together and Madoka sucks in a large breath of air, followed by several more. She was breathing through her nose, just not as much as she should have been and everything feels so wonderful it took her lungs starting to burn to realize it. Her eyes closes as she takes in air, only to giggle as she feels Homura's lips kissing her own, momentarily lapsing into being a very passive kisser.

    Once she's caught her breath that ends, and the fact that Homura is still kissing her makes it easy to resume herself. Her eyes open back up and catch Homura's, sparkling playfully as she arches her back again and presses up into her girlfriend warmly. Her lips seal against Homura's but close partially, sucking gently against her mouth while withdrawing her tongue, inviting Homura's into her own to play.

Homura Akemi has posed:
    So it is that Madoka, like a true angel, takes Homura to heaven, or at least makes her feel like she's in heaven. There isn't anyone other than Madoka who can make Homura feel this blissful, or this comfortable, and surely if some random person tried to kiss Homura like this she'd be equal parts offended, shocked, and extremely uncomfortable.

    Granted, such a person wouldn't be as significant to Homura as Madoka is, or as close. It says a lot about how Homura feels around Madoka that she's even willing to be this open to her, but then it's always been the case that Homura wanted to be close to Madoka.

    It is a milestone, or at least feels like one, in terms of intimacy shared and closeness expressed. It's certainly an escalation of affection, and while Homura will always love to cuddle and chat with Madoka, cuddling while french kissing is nice too, and she's happy to explore the sensation.

    Homura is nothing if not sensitive to Madoka's cues, wanting to make the experience as enjoyable as she can for both of them. Her tongue brushes against Madoka's, but also moves to experiment with the other parts of her mouth; such as the roof of it, and the inside of the cheeks.

    She does decide, for the moment, to have a little bit of mercy on Madoka as she starts to get embarrassed. Homura likes to tease her girlfriend, but not too much. Her fingers scritch against the back of Madoka's neck, and then moves down, wiggling between Madoka and the couch, to scratch her back slowly.

    That purple gaze remains staring into Madoka's eyes, becoming softer but no less passionate.

    The giggling is taken as encouragement, or at least enjoyment, and Homura works that hem ever upwards. Not really sure how far to go, she stops just above the knees, which should give their calves plenty of room to play. She reaches down to pull up her own dress, to the same point, before squeezing one of Madoka's knees between her own before rubbing Madoka's leg with her own.

    Homura gives Madoka as much time as she needs to catch her breath, but doesn't deprive her of kisses while doing so. When Madoka re-establishes the seal of their lips, Homura makes a happy noise, her own tongue pursuing Madoka's.

Madoka Kaname has posed:
    Kissy heaven must be a special place in heaven, but Madoka is happy to come here with Homura. If some random person tried to kiss Homura like this Madoka wouldn't be entirely upset if they ended up with a gun aimed at them, because that's quite the shocking violation!

    It isn't fair to compare her past relationship with the one she has with Homura for a lot of reasons; that doesn't mean it won't happen though. The fact is she did kiss Takashi, but there's no way she'd have been comfortable kissing him like this.

    It certainly seems like a fun way to express her overwhelming affection for her girlfriend. The fact they're cuddled so close makes it that much better. Had they been in another position Madoka likely would have shifted around a fair bit, but having Homura resting on her and pressing down against her makes it hard for her to want to change that part of it up.

    Madoka smiles as Homura's tongue explores her mouth, brushing hers against it as it tastes and feels around, lips moving against her girlfriends all the while. Madoka's teeth even feel just as straight as they look, and are very well taken care of! This is why you make sure to brush and floss your teeth as often as your dentist recommends, kids! Perhaps not for the first time being a classic good-girl goes in Madoka's favor.

    Sweet relief is given as Homura eases up on the teasing, the scritching at the back of her neck and back helping to calm and comfort her. It takes a while but the redness of her face returns to a redness on her cheeks, and even softens to a lighter pink again if the sweetness continues. Kissing like this that pink in her cheeks couldn't possibly retreat fully, though!

    Her legs free from the constraints of her yukata, at least below the knee, she happily entwines them with Homura's, squeezing one of her girlfriends calves between her own and sliding her legs up and down it, enjoying the feeling of their skin brushing together, something thus far rather limited due to their attire. They both seem to have the same idea too, which can only encourage her further, pressing up happily into Homura with an arch of her back as her knee is squeezed. Her ankles hook around behind one of Homura's and cross, holding onto that leg and taking it for herself, giggling playfully while massaging both atop and below her girlfriends foot with both of her feet.

    Madoka has no idea how long they've been kissing, having completely lost track of time in the bliss. The fierce neediness that prompted her to offer this and entice her girlfriend has subsided, having been so enjoyably satisfied. A slower, gentle enjoyment of the activity takes it's place, Madoka experimenting by altering the tilt of her head in relation to Homura's and how firmly to press their lips together, tasting all over Homura's tongue and teasing it with flicks of her tongue.

    Her extra tight squeezes become something given rather than the continuing standard, hands roaming Homura's back and rubbing it. While Homura scratches her back she gathers up her girlfriends hair a handful at a time and smoothes it out over her back, petting over it and combing her fingers through it to straighten it back out afterwards. Her eyes stare into Homura's with a sweet fondness, blinking rarely and sharing the moment with her.

Homura Akemi has posed:
    Takashi is the furthest thought from Homura's mind at the moment. Homura hasn't actually kissed anyone other than Madoka, not counting parents or relatives, so she has no one to compare her to. She may have looked at one or two others, but in the end she didn't want to waste her time.

    The cuddle couch doesn't really offer a lot of room to sprawl or move around, but the two of them being teenage girls does mean that they have a bit more space to shift around. Still, as Homura's mind seems to come back to her, she does notice that Madoka isn't wiggling around that much, not that she minds. Maybe all of her wiggling is going to her tongue? If that's the case then she really doesn't mind.

    Homura's tongue run against Madoka's squeaky-clean teeth, and something about it makes her smile. Yeah, her teeth would be in good shape, wouldn't they? It's such a sweet and innocent girl that she's currently frenching, and something about that puts butterflies in her stomach.

    Madoka's blushing lowers to more acceptable levels. Homura may have wanted to show mercy but she's actually happy that it doesn't go away completely. Madoka looks better with a little bit of pink to her cheeks~. Homura's certainly a fan~.

    Homura is still a fan of the extra soft yukatas, but she also likes having a bit more room for their legs to mingle. Her toes scrunch up as Madoka massages her foot between both of hers. Homura's free foot softly brushes its toes against Madoka's ankles, before moving around to fit her heel against Madoka's.

    Homura hasn't kept track of the time either. She's just glad that she hasn't had to go anywhere. Considering just how often she ends up cuddling her girlfriend, there really isn't much point in scheduling anything that would cut into that time, is there?

    Homura's tongue probably tastes a bit like her lunch, and by now it probably also tastes a lot like Madoka. She sighs happily as the hand rubs against her back, some of the tension leaving her muscles. The feeling Madoka's hand running through her hair is sweet, and brings Homura somewhere closer to reality...

    Even as she regains her senses a bit, she doesn't want to stop kissing Madoka like this, and she doesn't want to take her eyes off of Madoka's either.

Madoka Kaname has posed:
    The cuddle couch is perfect for snuggling up close and staying close, which is perfect because that's often exactly what Madoka wants to do. Any real repositioning would require the both of them moving together if they didn't want to roll right off, and thus isn't worth the risk of interrupting the enjoyable time they're spending together. As for the wiggling, that isn't a bad guess. Her tongue is certainly wiggling around quite a bit!

    Homura once told Madoka that she was very innocent- except for when she wasn't. That probably seems on point right now, because as sweet and gentle as she is she certainly doesn't seem to be holding back in french kissing her girlfriend. Madoka senses a little bit of Homura's butterflies, smiling into the kiss. She gets the urge to nuzzle her cheek, but seeing as that would require moving her lips away from Homura's she instead returns a hand to the side of Homura's face again for a moment, gently stroking her soft cheek and brushing her bangs a little to the side.

    It's a known fact that pink is a good color on Madoka, and her face isn't an exception. Anyone who's seen any of her drawings, which Homura certainly has, would note that she always draws herself with a bit of a blush on her cheeks. One might call her blushingly innocent and they wouldn't be wrong. She's aware enough of this in herself, and being the good girl that she is considers it a positive trait.

    There are yukata's that are cut to naturally end above the knees, not surprising since they're often considered summer wear. If they do decide to purchase another such a cut would be a good investment. They are very soft and comfortable, and Madoka very much enjoys cuddling against Homura in them. But she also enjoys playing footsie with Homura while they kiss, smiling as her girlfriends foot brushes her ankles and cozies up to her own. That foot stops it's massage to tease it's toes against Homura's, but the other continues.

    Cuddle time is important time. The fact sleepy time can often be cuddle time helps Madoka get her proper daily does of Homu cuddles. Sometimes it can't be helped that they won't get much time to cuddle in a day, but there's no reason to intentionally schedule that to happen!

    Madoka's tongue probably tastes a fair bit like Homura's tongue now as well. Most likely the taste is extremely neutral now that they've been frenching so long, but the lovely feel of a soft tongue sliding against and playing with another remains. The sigh encourages more comfortable back rubbing, and Madoka wraps both arms around her to give a warm hug afterwards. As her lips and tongue continue to shower Homura's with kisses her hands wander happily, rubbing her back and petting her hair.

    Eventually a hand moves to her side and rubs warmly before sliding down to her hip, hand resting there before giving a squeeze, this one a fair bit gentler than the firm grip from earlier, her hand lingering happily.