There are a lot of great places to go on dates in Mitakihara which is good news because Madoka wants to go on lots of them with Homura. Today they're going on a picnic to one of the parks she hasn't been to before, some 'Hillside Park' that is supposed to be fairly nice. Supposedly a hidden gem it doesn't get much foot traffic both because of the tall hill it resides on and the fact it's not all that far from the eminently popular King Penguin Park.
The trek up the hill is along nicely paved pathways that are oddly on the far side from Mitakihara's downtown, but once you reach the top the reason why becomes obvious. The city facing side of the hill is almost completely covered in flowers, sweet five-petal bluets a pale azure in color. They look almost white here in the daylight, but that doesn't make the rolling field full of them any less spectacular.
Having walked and chatted with Homura on the way up Madoka quiets upon reaching the top and seeing the field, only to quietly say, "I can't believe there aren't more people here. This is beautiful." The skyline of Mitakihara is easily visible, giving a gorgeous view of modern glass-faced skyscrapers above with an almost blanket of white below.
Madoka lets go of Homura's hand to jog forward into the field of flowers. Once there she turns around and closes her eyes smiles at Homura while giggling. She's wearing a thigh length pink dress with a white sailor collar and short sleeves, simple and breezy for a hot summer day like today. A large maroon bow is tied at the front of the collar, and her hair is done up in her usual pigtails with her favorite red ribbons. Simple shoes and short white socks are the order of the day, and she carries a woven handbag that's currently acting as smallish picnic basket.
A gust of wind blows over the hillside, comfortably cooling while making the flowers wave and dance, as well as fluttering Madoka's fluffy twintails and blowing her airy dress against her legs.
Dating and cuddling Madoka has almost become a hobby for Homura. It's certainly her favorite thing to do, and finding new places to cuddle is always something that Homura is up for. She doesn't recall a 'Hillside Park' from other timelines, but something about it does get her attention, so she's all too willing to come here with Madoka.
When she actually arrives, she's stunned. She barely even notices that Madoka has released her hand, at least until she sees her cute pink pigtails bobbing up ahead. There's a light blush on Homura's cheeks as she takes it all in.
The white flowers, the scene of the city... It's gorgeous. It's the kind of place she'd dream about.
After a moment, Madoka's words register, and Homura nods. "It is! This place is amazing..."
She'd like to take Madoka here on a date. Oh wait, she's already doing that. Good job, past Homura!
As the breeze picks up she moves her hand to steady the wide-brimmed straw hat sitting on her head. Her hair flutters in the wind, along with her purple button-up dress which is tied to her waist with a thin red belt. A small handbag hangs from her shoulder. A black hairband keeps at least some of her hair in check.
Homura walks ahead to catch up with Madoka, tilting her head and smiling. "Well, love? Where shall we settle down for our picnic~?"
Dating and cuddling Homura is incredibly fun and Madoka's favorite way to pass the time. Cuddling is kind of like ice cream; it stands on it's own just fine and doesn't really need sprinkles, whipped cream, or cherries-on-top, but that doesn't mean those don't make it better and give it a new zest. In their relationship going on dates are the sprinkles, whipped cream, and cherries; they could cuddle at home all day just as easily, but finding new places to do it gives it new life!
When Madoka opens her eyes back up and sees Homura looking awestruck her smile becomes a bit gentler. Homura's hair catching in the wind puts a blush on her cheeks as well, and she holds her hand out to take Homura's again as she nears, though it's for a squeeze rather than an elongated hold. The reason becomes clear when Homura asks her question, Madoka pulling out a square blanket and stepping backwards through the flowers, "A little further- just a little bit down the hill. I want to be surrounded by these pretty flowers!"
It isn't much longer before she makes it there and begins laying out the blanket, pinning it down at the corners, and laying out finger foods on one side, sitting on the other with a conspicuously Homura-sized space free next to her.
Ice cream goes well with cuddling but it also goes well with kisses. I mean what?
Oh right, yes, finding new places to cuddle is fun. Especially when they're in such lovely places as this. Besides, the more they experiment the more likely the are to find something they both really like. Such as yukatas.
Madoka squeezes her hand, and Homura lightly squeezes back. As her girlfriend leads backwards through the flowers, Homura follows, drawn towards her little angel. "Sure thing. I mean, they look so nice."
As the blanket is laid out Homura starts to help, pinning corners down with her foot until something more substantial can be put there, and while the food is arranged Homura sits next to Madoka, taking the implicitly offered spot and leaning against her darling, picking up a bit of finger food and munching it.
As she starts to eat, her purple eyes glance sideways at Madoka. It's no surprise that she's fixated on her, especially during times that they've set aside to spend together.
"Well this is a lucky find. Maybe we should come here more often."
A happy smile is given to Homura as she helps get things set up and ready for their little picnic, and when she sits down next to and leans against her Madoka slides an arm around her shoulder and squeezes her close against her side, hand brushing up and down her upper arm and shoulder, her small finger just teasing the skin below the purple cuff of Homura's dress.
"It's a wonderful find," she agrees, "I wouldn't mind having many more picnics here with you. It's so pretty!" Her eyes tear themselves away from Homura to look about the area. There are some people around, a few families with their kids and some dog-walkers, but it's surprisingly peaceful and empty for being so beautiful.
As Homura eats some food Madoka reaches down and carefully picks a single flower, lifting it up to her nose and sniffing it. She smiles, peeking up over the flower to look at Homura, spinning it slowly in her fingers.
Homura leans deeper against Madoka, snuggling the top of her head into the crook of her neck and resting her head on her shoulder. She smiles warmly as Madoka rubs her arm, and slips an arm around Madoka's waist, resting her wrist upon Madoka's hip. She doesn't once stop chewing while doing this, multitasking rather effectively, or maybe cuddling is just something she's gotten used to doing.
As Madoka picks and sniffs a flower, Homura looks up at her, watching both her girlfriend and the flower. She moves up, just a bit, accidentally letting her long hair tease against Madoka's cheek, and sniffs the flower in Madoka's hand. Which just so happens to bring their lips oh so close together.
What do magnets and their lips have in common? When they get close, they touch. Homura kisses Madoka, not realizing until after the fact that the stem of the flower is caught between them. Then her lips break away and she giggles.
Her hand picks up another piece of food and she nibbles on it, looking up longingly at Madoka.
Madoka shifts around a bit, cozying up to Homura as she leans on her more heavily and letting some of her weight press up against her as well, especially once the arm goes around her waist. Madoka leans her head up against Homura's and brushes her cheek into the hair that teases her.
Her lips curl into a brighter smile when Homura sniffs the sweet flower with her, and she angles it so it's easy for both of them to smell, caught by surprise at the feeling of Homura's kiss. Her eyes widen slightly and then half lid, enjoying the sweet scent of the flower along with the sweet press of her girlfriends lips on her own. It isn't a bad combination, is it?
She giggles when Homura does, keeping her eyes on her darling as she nibbles on her food. With another, more playful, giggle she leans forward and wraps her lips around Homura's fingers, stealing away the rest of her nibbled on bite of food. The little flower is set carefully down and another bit of food is pinched up between her fingers, sweetly offering up to Homura's lips a replacement for what was stolen away from her.
Homura notices Madoka pressing against her hair, gets an idea, and then smiles. She can't act on it in this exact moment, but she has time to think it over.
'Caught you, Madoka-chan!' is what she thinks when she notices the slight widening of the eyes, only to feel a sense of mutual enjoyment as her girlfriend's eyes half lid. No, it's not a bad combination at all.
Homura herself is caught by surprise when Madoka goes for her food, eating right out of her hand-- er-- fingers. The brief touch of Madoka's lips around her fingers leaves Homura blushing intensely, staring at her until she offers a bit of food.
Pouting, she decides to get Madoka back for that, and wraps her own lips around the offered food, and the fingers touching them, sucking gently for a moment before pulling back with a wet pop.
Then she stares Madoka dead in the eyes, grinning while chewing her food.
Madoka's eyes sparkle playfully when Homura is surprised by the stealing of the food. Who would ever expect Madoka to take something from a friend? Especially when she could likely ask for it and have it given to her freely. But that surprise is the whole point- or at least most of it. Homura's bright blushing doesn't hurt, and her giggle changes as she's caught off guard by the intensity of it.
Her hand slides down from Homura's shoulder to her upper arm, brushing over her skin and giving a gentle squeeze, half reassuring, half just for the feeling of it. She smiles apologetically at the pout, only to blush herself as Homura sucks on her fingers, having expected the lips but not that.
Now her own cheeks are a pretty pink to match her hair as Homura grins and stares into her eyes. She peeks down at her fingers for a moment before reaching over to pick up a grape, coyly offering it to Homura as well.
But when Homura goes to take the grape she pulls it away and holds it between her own lips, only to push it slowly into her mouth with a single finger. She then smiles sweetly at Homura, the picture of innocence.
For whatever reason she isn't chewing the grape.
Homura would've never suspected Madoka of stealing, which has a lot to do with why it surprised her. Then again, Homura is more than willing to play whatever romantic games that Madoka wants to play, and if her blushing makes her more cute that doesn't bother her either. She likes being cute for her Madoka-chan.
She watches that blush, smiling just a bit devilishly with a little sparkle in her eyes. Then her eyes go to the grape as Madoka picks it up, and when it's placed between Madoka's lips and stuck there Homura raises a brow.
Well, it's not that hard to figure out what to do with this, though once again Homura might be going a little further than Madoka expected. Or maybe, considering how they were kissing last time, Madoka might actually be expecting this?
Homura leans towards Madoka, lips drawing closer to the helpless grape, teeth parting just slightly enough to bite down on it. Not even enough to break the grape's skin, but enough to hold it gently in place.
Then her tongue reaches out to push the grape forward, catching it and then pushing it against Madoka's tongue.
Madoka has a hard time not smiling as Homura raises her eyebrow at her, but the message wordlessly sent seems to have been perfectly received. She giggles happily as Homura pinches the grape so carefully with her teeth.
It might surprise Homura that Madaok's tongue is there and ready to receive the grape when it's pushed into her mouth, taking the piece of fruit and tasting over the skin of it. Her head tilts and she leans into Homura more, free hand now set beside her on the ground. Her lips push against Homura's and rub before sealing, and she playfully pushes the grape around and over Homura's tongue, her own sliding and brushing against it as well by consequence.
Her eyes are still open and she looks off to the side to meet Homura's with her head tilted, eyes sparkling and slightly crinkled to give the impression of happy laughing as she plays with the grape.
So Homura's movements were anticipated this time. Or maybe this was the original intent? Either way, the grape is caught, and the two tongues have a toy to play with between them. It's a good thing they don't need to say much right now, because they are currently, well, tongue-tied.
Homura's head tilts the opposite direction to deepen the kiss, and she side-looks into Madoka's eyes. She reaches behind her head to grab all of her long dark hair into one handful, and throws it over Madoka's shoulders like a shawl. Who knows how long it'll stay there, but for a moment Madoka is draped in Homu-brand silky softness.
Homura shifts her legs around so that she's sitting on her legs, to better keep balance, resting one hand on Madoka's hip while the other hand gently holds her chin. She keeps her lips pressed against her girlfriend's, while her tongue playfully pushes the grape around in Madoka's mouth. Not too roughly, as it'd be terrible if the grape went down someone's throat, but instead gently containing and moving it against Madoka's tongue, and sometimes brushing her tongue against Madoka's while doing so.
She giggles softly, enjoying this new game, largely because of who she gets to play it with.
Madoka makes a quiet happy sound when Homura deepens the kiss further, giggling and laughing suddenly when Homura's hair is suddenly tossed over her shoulders. Relying on Homura's hand at her hip to keep her balanced she reaches up and pets the hair as it rests over her, picking up a couple of locks and brushing the silky softness into her cheek before carefully placing it back on her shoulder.
The surprise lets Homura take control of the grape easily, and the hand holding her chin lets her control the pace of kissing. Rolling the grape over their tongues and trying to keep it from slipping away is more amusing than she expected, and the brushes of their tongues together are just as enjoyable as she knew it would be.
After a little bit she rolls and pushes the grape into Homura's mouth, taking a more active role in playfully moving it around, pressing it into the inside of her cheek and hiding it from Homura's tongue by covering it with the tip of her own. Soon enough though she resumes rolling it over her girlfriends tongue, only to completely disregard it a moment later, pressing gently into Homura's mouth with her own and lavishing her tongue with direct attention.
Not too long after she slowly starts to pull away, returning her tongue to her own mouth, giving a lick to Homura's lips along the way. When she pulls her head back a couple of inches her hand goes to her mouth, covering it as she blushes brightly and giggles. She peeks around a little before returning her eyes shyly to Homura's. Luckily no one seems to be staring at the two young sweethearts kissing on a blanket on a hillside covered in flowers.
Homura's hair brushes and teases against Madoka and Homura enjoys every minute of it. Madoka is so fun to do flirty, romantic things with and doing them with Madoka is always so, so nice. Today is no exception.
She feels the grape moving into her mouth, and curls her tongue to accept it, creating a tiny 'pit' for it to rest in as Madoka moves deeper in. Then it's taken and hidden from her between her cheeks, and her tongue moves to pursue, only to be blocked by the tongue of her beloved. Oh, where could that grape be? Homura's tongue searches high and low for it, all over Madoka's tongue, searching every inch that she can reach, even slipping into Madoka's mouth to see if it was moved back there without her noticing!
Oh, silly Homura. You can feel it against your cheek! Looks like you did all of that tongue searching for no reason.
Well maybe not no reason.
Then the grape is rolled against her tongue, and Homura giggles, only to softly catch it as Madoka pulls away, shivering as Madoka licks her lips.
Madoka looks around... oops! They aren't quite alone, are they? Homura's blush joins Madoka's as she remembers that, and she crushes the grape between her teeth.
Homura shrugs, and then giggles. She's making the attempt to brush it off as no big deal, though it is maybe a little embarrassing.
Madoka loves being romantically teased and flirted with, and she loves returning those same playful affections to her girlfriend.
When the grape is hidden Homura searches all over for it and Madoka smiles into the playful kissing. It's a little hard keeping her tongue still as it's so carefully examined by her girlfriends, the urge to abandon the grape and dance with that probing tongue strong; but that's for later. If Homura is searching in her mouth as well where it clearly is not Madoka isn't attempting to correct her.
Madoka giggles more as Homura blushes alongside her, lowering her hand and leaning forward to give her a simple, gentle kiss on the lips. A deep breath is taken and she lets it out as a sigh, snuggling against Homura's side. Another comfortable breeze comes through and she shivers as Homura's hair tickles her neck.
Before her tummy can grumble and embarrass her she starts quietly eating a few pieces of finger food herself. Her eyes go to the view for minute or two, sweeping slowly over the skyscrapers and flowers before returning to Homura. "It's beautiful here. I feel lucky, being in a beautiful place with a beautiful girl."
The simple kiss is accepted, and Homura takes a moment to look at the girl whom she loves so much, and whom she gets to spend so much time with. When Madoka snuggles against her side, Homura wraps an arm around her back, leaning just a little bit to grab a juice bottle with her free hand. She manages to open it one handed before taking a sip, and then she offers Madoka a sip from the same bottle.
Hey, whatever germs they might have, what they just did probably made sure they both have all of them.
Homura's hat starts to lift off, and without a word she leans over to catch it. She frowns thoughtfully at it, wondering just what to do with such a mischievous hat that keeps trying to get away from her, and decides to place the corner of it underneath the picnic basket.
She pulls away from Madoka, leaning onto her side in order to better reach the basket. This happens to bring Homura's feet next to Madoka's side, and once the black-haired Puella looks back she notices this.
Playfully, she kicks off a single shoe, showing soft white socks underneath, and she presses the ball of her foot against Madoka's side, tickling her with her toes.
Madoka happily accepts the bottle and takes a sip out of it before flashing her a smile and offering a, "Thanks," completely unconcerned about things like sharing germs. If she had a problem with Homura's germs kissing would have probably been an issue when it clearly never has. Also there are good germs as well as bad germs, so maybe sharing them isn't a bad thing at all? Madoka has no idea if there are good germs in the mouth, but if germs were mentioned aloud that's probably how she'd respond!
Homura's hat getting caught by the wind gets a giggle out of her. "You were ready for it, this time," she comments playfully, watching as Homura makes to secure it somewhere safe. Madoka's hand slides off of Homura's arm to better allow it, multitasking by rubbing her girlfriends back through her dress while reaching down and plucking up a few more bites of food.
Madoka blinks when she feels Homura's foot on her side, tilting her head curiously and looking towards the dark haired beauty. A baby carrot being lifted towards her mouth is suddenly dropped as she lets out a squeal, giggles and laughter erupting from her as the toes tickle her, her own dress light, airy, and thin. Depending on how much Homura takes advantage of the situation she'll either recover from laughing or flop backwards and shake her head from side to side giggling manically, arms folded over her stomach.
Well if Madoka has good germs then Homura will happily take all of them!
Catching the hat is a success, and Homura smiles at Madoka points out her small victory. She even gets a backrub out of the deal. Nice!
The foot tickling works. Madoka might think that she's being let go, because Homura does withdraw her foot. However, that is a false sense of security, because now Homura's sitting up next to her girlfriend, and she has two hands to tickle her with!
Homura tickles Madoka, enjoying her gigglefit as she lays on the blanket, but letting off before Madoka actually loses her breath. Not that Homura minds taking Madoka's breath away, but there are more fun ways to do that!
Then, as a reward for putting up with her silliness, Homura grabs a bit of tempura and tries to feed Madoka by hand.
Madoka lets out a sigh as the tickling is stopped, only to squeal again and flop backwards as the hands find her sides and tickle away. She giggles and laughs, eyes squeezed shut as her head shakes from side to side, wiggling and squirming on the blanket as she tries to escape the tickles! Not too much, though- anything that would actually result in escape isn't attempted.
Though still not completely out of breath she's still panting a little when Homura stops, letting out a, "That tickles, Homura-chan!" Clearly stating the obvious, but she felt she had to make some kind of protest, even if half-hearted.
Her eyes open up and peek at Homura, a smile forming on her lips as the piece of tempura is offered to her, taking it gently and carefully from her girlfriends fingers before chewing and swallowing it, "Mmm." Then, while still laying back for a moment, she looks up to Homura and smiles, "You're so good to me, Homura-chan. You take me on picnics, hug me and kiss me and make me feel loved, make me laugh and smile, and even feed me!"
"Sorry~," says Homura in a tone that is not at all sorry. "The sound of your giggles is just too wonderful. I just couldn't resist!"
She does give Madoka a chance to catch her breath, but it's not as if she hasn't found something else cute to do.
Madoka says that Homura is good to her, and Homura flips her hair just a little bit. "Well, I'm in love with you, so I can't help that either. You're so very good to me, too. You cuddle with me and go on dates and support me and say nice things about me. You're everything I could ever want."
Homura grabs a small tray of finger foods, and then glances at Madoka. She sits next to her, then lays her side across Madoka's stomach, so that she's straddled by Homura's curves. Then her hands hover over the food and she plucks another baby carrot from the tray, moving it closer to Madoka's mouth.
"Well if that's the reason I guess I won't be upset," Madoka replies in a tone that implies she wouldn't be upset even if it wasn't.
She can't help giggling a little more when Homura flips her hair, "I like being everything you could ever want. It means you're as happy with me as I am with you."
Madoka peeks curiously back to Homura when she's glanced at, smiling and laughing as her girlfriend lays across her stomach. It'd be a lie to say she couldn't feel the curves of Homura's body especially well like this, and that alone is enough to put a pink blush back on her cheeks. With that soft blush firmly in place she closes her eyes and goes, "Ahhh," as the carrot is hovered closer, giving Homura the options of feeding her or teasing her.
Of course with one of Homura's sides comfortably resting across her her girlfriend's other side is temptingly open. While being fed she reaches up and sets her hand on Homura's side at her waist, squeezing softly as a hello and then sliding her hand over the dress from ribs to hip. Hopefully the rub feels nice to Homura; it most certainly does to Madoka.
Homura smiles at Madoka and her sweet words. "We're both so happy together, aren't we? If someone had asked me this time last year that I'd be happy like this, I would never have believed it, but here we are."
She brushes the baby carrot across Madoka's lips before placing it on Madoka's tongue, letting her eat if she wants. She reaches for another bit of food, but Madoka is rubbing up her side. Homura blushes slightly, and squirms just a bit, which coincidentally has the effect of pushing her hips into Madoka's side.
After a moment she settles down to enjoy the touch, still blushing slightly, because it's so sweet to be touched by Madoka like that.
While being rubbed, she reaches for another bit of food, this time a sausage that's cut in the shape of an octopus, which she then tries to feed to Madoka.
After that, the next thing Madoka gets to taste is a kiss from Homura's lips.
Madoka looks into Homrua's eyes and nods, "I'm so happy to be with you. I never knew this kind of love was possible. Wanting you and needing you so badly, and then having you... it's a wonderful feeling, especially since I know you love me, too."
Madoka's lips curl up into a smile as they're brushed with the carrot, her tongue gently drawing it into her mouth when it's placed there, lips closing around it before fresh crunching noises are heard. The blush and squirm are taken as a good sign, and the push of her hip doubly so, so Madoka doesn't stop. Her touch is light and other than that first one she doesn't squeeze.
When the sausage is held out to her she giggles and lets out a playful high-piched, "Ohh nooo," before nibbling off the octopus shaped sausages eight little legs before gently taking the rest with her teeth and finishing it.
The kiss is happily enjoyed and returned, Madoka pressing her lips onto Homura's before shifting her head down a tiny bit and very gently sucking on Homura's bottom lip, just enough to draw it between her lips and give it a squeeze and a flick of her tongue, trying not to go overboard. At the same time her hand wanders a little lower, sliding over the curve of Homura's hip to slide over the outside of her thigh and down past the skirt of her dress to rub her leg directly, enjoying the softness of her girlfriends skin while her own soft hand can be warmly felt.
Homura's voice lowers, and there's a familiar softness to it. "Being loved by you is more than I could ever ask for."
Homura's activity slows down for a moment as Madoka rubs her side, and her hips. Her eyes half-lid. She's enjoying it, clearly, and she's perfectly comfortable with it. The lightness of the touch brings a wide smile to her lips, and she looks down at Madoka adoringly.
She giggles at Madoka's playful 'oh nooo', wiggling the octosausage and making a tiny 'ahhh!' noise, playing at distress before feeding her girlfriend. She props her head up with one hand and smiles dreamily as she watches Madoka eat and enjoys the rubs.
When Madoka sucks on her bottom lip, Homura sighs happily. Then that gentle hand moves down her side, over her hips, and then to her leg where it finally touches skin.
Her head doesn't move, but her glances at the people around. Then, deciding she probably doesn't care who sees, she reaches down to squeeze the back of Madoka's hand, and then traces her finger up her arm, past the elbow, all the way up to her pink sleeves. Homura's fingers slip into Madoka's sleeve and lightly scratch her shoulders.
"You don't have to ask," Madoka replies in a soft voice, "I'll give you my love freely." Her eyes meet Homura's and for a few moments she does nothing other than gaze into them, the kindness and sweetness of her pure love showing within her own.
As Homura watches Madoka lets out a sigh of happiness after she finishes eating the sausage, truly happy and relaxed spending time like this with her. Seeing that dreaming smile on her face puts butterflies in her stomach, knowing she's so deeply loved and her company enjoyed and appreciated.
She catches Homura's glances and peeks away with an extra bit of blushing on her cheeks, her own smile widening as Homura's hand covers hers and squeezes it. As the hand travels up her arm she watches it progress, enjoying every bit of the touch, every inch of progression. Her girlfriends hand is as soft it is powerful, and knowing the same hand of her that protect people and stop evil is the same one that can deliver such sweet caresses pleases her. The fingers sneak up her short sleeve and suddenly only the last part of that thought remains, and she giggles softly. Her shoulder shrugs gently, moving into the touch and light scratching.
One of Homura's hands is propping up her head, but Madoka has a free one which she uses now to pluck up a melon cube and offer it to Homura's lips. Her hand on her girlfriends leg brushes gently over her skin before sliding up again over her leg and hip. A very, very gentle squeeze is given there, before it continues on it's way, following the curve of her waist and onward. It goes higher than before, her arm extending as her hand slides behind Homura, sliding over one shoulderblade before rubbing a gentle circle on her back, just below her neck.
Homura blushes lightly as Madoka says she'll give her love freely. There's only the barest hint of a stutter when she says, "M-me, too. I'll give you my love freely. I'll give you all of it."
It's a sweet, relaxing moment. It's also an intimate one, and Homura can't help but notice that they're growing even more intimate. Not that she minds~. If anything, the thought of that makes her blush just a little bit more.
The shrug of Madoka's shoulders is seen taken as a good sign, and she reaches a little deeper into the loose, short sleeves to scratch her shoulders all the way up to the base of her neck. It might be the same hand that pulls a trigger or yanks a friend out of danger, but the roughness of her life hasn't destroyed Homura's softer side. Even if it's a side she saves for Madoka.
The melon cube is offered, and Homura opens her mouth to accept it, biting it between her teeth before taking it in. As she crushes it between her teeth, she keeps her gaze on Madoka, lying in a bed of brilliant white flowers.
Her back is rubbed, and she smiles, a tingling moving through her skin wherever her beloved touches. She moves her hand down from Madoka's shoulder to massage her side, rubbing up and down, back and forth, from just below her armpit to Madoka's hips.
Homura's other hand stops propping up her head and finds another grape to offer to her little angel.
Madoka smiles at Homura's blush, "And I'll give you all of mine. Whenever I'm with you, you can have as much as you like." She has no shortage to give, so all of it might be a lot!
It is intimate. It's sweet and relaxing too, and Madoka cherishes every moment of it. Being out here in the open, warmed by the sun and cooled by the wind, surrounded by the natural beauty of wildflowers carpeting the ground. She couldn't be happier.
Madoka's cheeks go from pink to slightly red as Homura reaches in the arm of her dress and scratches her shoulders. Her head tilts slightly, squeezing Homura's fingers between her head and her shoulder, covered from above by her dress. Even if Homura saves this softer side of herself for her, Madoka is glad it's there. Both for her own sake since she gets to enjoy it, but also for Homura's own.
The cube of melon is released as Homura's teeth take it, and she looks lovingly into her eyes as she eats it. She hopes it tastes delicious and sweet, quietly wanting her girlfriend to enjoy the very best while they spend time together.
Madoka's eyes close as Homura massages her side enjoying the feeling of her sweetheart's hand. When Homura's hand brushes higher up her cheeks flush a little more, though it isn't very noticeable since they're already red. Her own hand brushes up to Homura's shoulder, rubbing over it before sliding closer to her neck, giving a gentle massage while her beloved feeds her, giving comfort to those muscles now holding her head up. The grape is sweetly accepted, lips pressing a tiny kiss to those fingers that hold it before sucking the fruit gently away, smiling as she chews it up.
"I always thought pink looked good on you." Homura's voice starts off playful, but gradually becomes more teasing, "But I think I like the red of your cheeks even more~." She lowers her head to give Madoka a little peck on the cheeks, right where she's blushing.
Madoka is just so irresistibly cute! Especially when she's blushing! Homura wants to tease her so badly, but then she doesn't want it to be unpleasant for her, either. How lucky Homura is, to have her little angel and get to be with her. That the one she loves most would love her back...
With her lips so close to Madoka's ears, she whispers, "I'll take all the love you have~." She nibbles the tip of Madoka's earlobe, and then gives Madoka another kiss before pulling away. If Madoka wants more than that, she needn't worry. Homura's lips won't be gone for long.
This really is a perfect moment. Homura sighs happily, enjoying being so close.
The melon is tasty, and Homura smiles as she savors the juices washing over her tongue. As she thinks about that, she gets an idea. She grins down at Madoka while the piece of grape is taken from her fingers with a kiss, and then she grabs another piece of melon for herself.
Then she rolls a little closer, pressing a soft kiss against Madoka's lips, before slipping a bit of fruit-flavored tongue into her mouth. With the tall flowers reaching past Madoka's head, this kiss is just a little more private.
Madoka smiles at the playful words, giggling in pleasant embarrassment when Homura's voice turns teasing. Homura's lips get to enjoy nice warm cheeks as she kisses those blushes. Her head shrinks down closer to her shoulders, which raise a little, and her head tucks ever so slightly to her chest as she peeks up at Homura through her eyelashes. It's a very coy look, but worries she's uncomfortable might be ameliorated by the smile on her lips.
She loves being cute for her girlfriend just as much as Homura does for her, and if being playfully teased makes her cuter than she doesn't mind the teasing. She can't imagine Homura ever teasing her to be mean, so she always takes it in the best way possible. The fact that Homura keeps doing it means she must enjoy it and the reactions she gets, right?
She giggles in a silly manner as Homura nibbles her earlobe, barely managing a pucker of her lips for those giggles when the kiss is given to her. The grin she's given a moment later has her giving Homura a curious look, clearly wondering what's going on inside the dark haired girl's head.
The kiss is happily accepted however, the tongue surprising her and getting another giggle. When it tastes strongly of sweet melon she realizes it must have been the plan. She closes her eyes, shifting about as Homura rolls and rolling up onto her own side. It means Homura is no longer resting on her tummy, but to make up for it she slide one leg under Homura's, and another between them, scooting closer and squeezing her girlfriends knee between her own, the hem of the purple dress hiked up a bit by necessity. Not that it's immodestly so; Madoka's own dress is a bit shorter than that already anyway!
Her arm at Homura's shoulder is lifted and slid under Homura's arm so it can wrap around her, elbow resting on Homura's side so her arm can hug her closer so Madoka can snuggle up to her properly for some quality cuddle time.
And all the while that yummy fruit-flavored tongue is not ignored, oh no. Madoka treats it very much like a popsicle or lollipop, licking over it with the tip of her tongue and tasting it all over. Her lips don't part further, instead wrapping around Homura's tongue and squeezing on it a little, only to pucker and press a bit more against Homura's own.
Well... if Madoka's not uncomfortable, then maybe Homura will tease a little bit more~. Certainly it's never mean-spirited when she does it to Madoka, and even to her worst enemies she's never cruel for the sake of being cruel. She just wants to have fun with Madoka, and part of that is making sure that Madoka's having fun, too.
That coy look earns a sly grin in return. Homura does enjoy it, and she enjoys the reactions, too. The more she gets away with, and the more encouragement she gets from Madoka, the more she wants to keep doing it.
As Madoka rolls to her side, Homura adjusts herself to lay down facing Madoka, black hair splayed across their blanket. Her sly grin gets a little bit wider, and her cheeks a little more red, as her dress is hiked up. It's really not big deal. As they found out with the yukatas they can't do much with their legs unless their knees are free, and this is just along the same lines.
Homura shifts to be a little bit closer, wrapping arms around Madoka and holding her tight. They teased and they kissed and they fed each other, but really the cuddling is their favorite part, right?
In all of this shifting around the kiss is not broken, and Homura lavishes Madoka's tongue with the fruity flavor of her own, allowing herself to be enjoyed. The lips around her tongue result in a soft giggle and a gentle squeeze of Homura's arms.
Once Madoka settles, Homura snuggles in close, pinching one of Madoka's knees between her own, and lifting her knee ever so slightly to rub it against Madoka's leg. One arm moves down to Madoka's waist, holding her there and letting Homura push herself against her girlfriend, enjoying the softness of her cute little Madoka-chan.
Madoka isn't exactly unused to getting teased in friendly fashion. When she was younger with Hitomi and Sayaka she was usually the one who'd say or do something silly, usually out of naivete, that would get the other two laughing. They were a lot less merciful than Homura is, because that's how friends can be. Being teased romantically is different, true, but knowing her girlfriend is doing it because she likes her takes any possible sting it might have out of it.
It embarrasses her, but she's always thought she looked best with some rosiness in her cheeks anyway, and Homura just confirmed it herself! When Homura grins at her in that sly way Madoka squirms a little, giggling softly as those pretty purple eyes focus on her and soak up her expression.
The giggle is a little louder as Homura blushes along as the hem of the dress is pushed up to her knees by Madoka's own knee, and the pink-haired girl makes a show of drawing her silky leg across Homura's. Then a sudden, more embarrassed and less shy blush shows and she pushes her shoes off her feet with her toes. Oh no, she got them on the blanket! Hopefully Homura will be lenient. Her knee is squeezed between Homura's, and she squeezes her girlfriends agreeably in return.
Being snuggled up close and cuddling really is the best, and as Homura squeezes her and uses the arm at her waist to pull herself closer Madoka does the same, hand spreading on Homura's back and pulling her bodily against Madoka, pushing into her so the softness of their bodies press in close. She sneaks her other arm beneath Homura so she can hold onto her with both arms, and with the two of them so close her grip lightens, holding onto Homura in a caress so gentle it's as if she's cradling her in her arms.
Homura slipped her tongue in Madoka's mouth to be tasted, and Madoka really is intent on taking full advantage. She licks the underside of Homura's tongue, the sides of it, and even curls her tongue around to taste her girlfriends tastebuds themselves, only to circle her tongue around Homura's for the feeling of it. That fruit-tasting tongue is sucked upon gently, drawing it in a little further, lips squeezing and massaging. She makes a happy, "Mmmm," that Homura can feel as well as hear, treating Homura's tongue like a piece of candy with chocolate or bubblegum in the center.
And Madoka's a good girl, so of course she doesn't bite. That's cheating, right?