It's a busy day for Homura Akemi. Today is an important day, a quiet day, and a... very cautious day, for today is the day that Homura loads her guns.
Well actually, she's not alone in this. Madoka Kaname is here with her, and it's been a long time since Homura first taught her how to load rounds into the magazines of her handguns. Now they're doing the reloading in the top floor of Homura's house, in her designated gun room. All of her 'broken' guns are on display, and many of her still working ones are on the floor.
Her soul gem is safely nestled in a thick, bomb proof box just in case, but that's not the only precaution she's taking today. She's also in henshin, which gives her access to extra protection and also her timestop. Homura always takes great care when handling her weapons, and she often lectures Madoka to do the same.
"Okay, this box is for solid slugs, and this box is for buckshot. Only load one kind of ammunition into each gun. Don't mix them, okay?" Homura gestures to each box of ammunition, both of them clearly labeled. She then reaches to her side and picks up a long shotgun. She opens the chamber and looks down into it, pressing the release and pumping the action a few times. Once she's satisfied that no shells are inside, she holds it on its side, hands supporting it from opposite sides, as she presents it to her girlfriend. "This is a Remington 870. It's the model shotgun I use most often. It doesn't have the same kind of magazine that other guns do. It can carry seven rounds in the feed tube and one in the chamber."
"You load it... here." Homura gestures towards a spot right behind the barrel, and she pushes the flap down to show the inside of the chamber. "You load it by taking a shell..." She reaches into the box of buckshot, pulls out a shell, and slides it into the tube, ".. and sliding it in just like this."
She continues this several times, until the bullets stop vanishing inside the tube. "Alright, got it? I have a lot of these. Think you can handle them?"
Madoka has always been happy to help Homura load her guns for several reasons. Firstly she sees them as weapons of protection that fire in defense of innocents and against evil, which means keeping them operating and ready to go is also a good thing. Secondly it means helping Homura, and any assistance she can offer her girlfriend is something she'll gladly render. Finally loading guns with Homura is, well, with' Homura, and being able to spend time together is something she'll always enjoy, even if it's something that might be seen as a menial task or chore.
The safe and henshins are likewise something she approves of, because why take any chances at all? After detaching the pink teardrop shaped gem from her chest she couldn't help giggling, setting it in the safe resting partly on top of the purple diamond shaped soul gem of Homura's. "Hehehe... now while we're busy our souls can be all cozy and snuggled up together!" Magical gemstones may not be the cuddliest of objects, but considering they contain their very souls Madoka can't help looking at it that way.
Once she sits down she gets more serious, watching carefully as Homura teaches her about the shotgun and the way it holds it's ammunition. She'd certainly noticed the lack of magazines, but also the fact Homura could fire several shots from the same shotgun before tossing them away. Her poofy white skirt flares out around her as she sits, leaning to the side and looking over the gun as it's held for her to examine. Soft pink eyes move slowly across it from barrel to stock, examining the pump, trigger, release button and chamber as they go. She makes careful note to watch as Homura actually loads it, tilting her head slightly as the shell is slid into the feed tube.
"I think so, Homura-chan!" Madoka says with a smile, carefully twisting in place and picking up another shotgun, working the action a few times like Homura to make sure it's clear. Rather than buckshot she reaches for the box of solid slugs and feeds them in one at a time before loading the chamber and making sure it's ready to go. The safety stays on at all times, of course. "How's this?" she asks, offering the shotgun to Homura for inspection, now loaded and ready to fire with the flip of the safety.
"Ah... what?" Homura hears something about their souls snuggling together. She can't see inside of the safe from where she is, but trying to imagine whatever cute arrangement her girlfriend set them in is putting a blush on her face. That soul gem is her, after all. At least it is as far as Homura sees it. So if their soul gems are snuggling together, does that mean that they are snuggling while loading guns?
Her blush reddens further, because she concludes that yes, yes they are. She's smiling though, because she is perfectly okay with this arrangement.
"That's good, Madoka-chan. Our souls belong together."
As Madoka takes and loads the shotgun, Homura watches closely. She wants to make sure her girlfriend has it right, and she wants to make sure that she doesn't form any bad habits. Once Madoka hands her the gun, Homura inspects the chamber and looks it over. Satisfied, she nods and says, "Okay, looks good. These guns need to be inspected before you load them, but I'll be handling that part so don't worry about it." She flips the safety off and slides it into her shield before anything bad can happen.
Homura takes another shotgun from the pile, looks it over, pumps the action while pressing the release a few times to make sure that the feed is empty, and once she's satisfied that it's free of damage she sets it in a new place. "I'll put them here when I'm done inspecting them. Then you can load them, okay? If you need more rounds there are boxes in the corner." The veteran points, and just as she claims there is in fact quite a few ammo boxes stacked on top of each other, in an arrangement that one might expect to find at a gun shop instead of a private collection.
Homura sets about inspecting her shotguns. After inspecting a few comes across one, notices a gash in the side, and frowns. Her thumb slides across the ruined metal, and she can see the firing mechanism exposed from the scar. "Well, looks like another one for the wall." She finds a few shells still in the feed, and starts working the pump to unload them. She spends a moment inspecting each shell before putting them in the slug pile.
Madoka smiles a little more softly as she sees Homura's blush, holding her hands behind her and twisting side to side so her skirt swishes before settling down. Their souls belong together? "I think so, too."
She sets to work as Homura inspects, retrieving another shotgun that has been inspected before carefully loading buckshot into it. Loading one ammo type followed by the other should ensure Homura has plenty of both, right? This ends up emptying the ammo box, after which she collapses down and folds up neatly, ready to be recycled. Very carefully she sets the weapon down and goes over to get more boxes from the corner, gathering several to lessen future trips. "Where do you put your empty boxes, Homura-chan? I figured you'd recycle them, but I bet you probably can't just put them in the house recycle, huh?" After all, finding something like that when firearm ownership is restricted might worry the garbage men!
The pink-haired girl finishes loading the shotgun with buckshot shells, before making sure it's ready and placing it in front of Homura for final inspection. When she hears her girlfriend noting that there's another damaged gun she leans in and looks, reaching over and resting her gloved hand against Homura's back for a moment, rubbing in a small circle. Homura probably doesn't need the comfort for one of many shotguns, but Madoka will offer it just the same. Besides, it's not like she needs a reason to!
"Well since I'm not legally allowed to own guns, I have to be careful with those. I store them in my shield and only throw them away once in awhile. There's a military base nearby, and nobody gets suspicious if there are a few extra empty ammo boxes needing to be thrown away. If we just take them to the recycling plant and mysteriously leave them there, someone might call the cops." Homura says it plainly. Of course Madoka would think to recycle them, she's too good not to, but there's no way to guarantee that the military would do that, and Homura doesn't like leaving Madoka unhappy.
She frowns as she thinks. "If you want to, we can try using rubbing alcohol or acetone to erase the ink. If we can destroy enough of the label to make it unreadable, it should be possible to recycle them without incident. I doubt many people around here know what an illegal ammo box looks like without the label."
Homura looks over the wounded gun, trying to think if there's any way to fix it. Of course, there isn't and after a moment she leans against Madoka, nuzzling her shoulder for a moment as her back is rubbed, and then she stands up. With the now empty shotgun, she walks over to an empty spot on the wall, gently placing it on a pair of hooks that now hold it up. She stares at it for a moment, silently trying to remember at what point it was broken, and then wanders back to Madoka to start inspecting and storing the loaded guns.
"Would you like to take a break after these?"
"Leaving them at the base would probably be fine," Madoka replies after considering for a bit. "It'd be nice if we could make sure they were recycled, but it's more important to make sure nobody gets worried about them." She looks over and watches as Homura sets the shotgun up on the wall, eyes focusing on the gouge for a few moments. "Maybe if we shredded paper and other thin cardboard for recycling? If it was just confetti nobody would recognize it, and they do that before recycling paper anyway, right?"
Of course cardboard isn't paper, and she doesn't actually know if recycling cardboard is any different. For all she knows they wouldn't want to even go to the same factory after being sorted and shredding them together would only end up making it hard or impossible.
She starts loading another shotgun as Homura begins inspecting again, looking down at the other shotguns that will still need to be loaded and nodding her head, "A break would be nice after we finish with these." Madoka's eyes move slowly from the weapon she's holding over to Homura, peeking at her out of the corner of her eyes and her from the top of Homura's head down to her legs, passing over her with a certain affection.
Yeah, a break would be very nice. Madoka picks up the pace a bit, though not so fast she can't be very careful. There are still lots of shotguns to load, and suddenly she's feeling snuggly!
"Shredding could work. It's thin enough to be shredded," says Homura, thinking about it. "It would have to be shredded up into very tiny bits, but we have some industrial shredders at Salamander. For all I know they might prefer it shredded." Salamander, of course, does recycle.
Once Homura is done with explanations, the rest of the process becomes very rote. She performs the pattern almost automatically, stopping only when a slight imperfection is noticed. Sometimes she takes a pick and starts picking out small bits of carbon from the chamber, letting them fall on a white towel she's set down for this express purpose. Always the gun is set down after inspection, and always she picks up the next one.
At one point her hand accidentally brushes against Madoka's, and Homura turns towards her girlfriend and blushes. There's little question in Homura's mind as to what will happen during their break. Cuddling is their favorite pastime after all. Still, even after spending nearly a year cuddling with Madoka, it never gets old. She never gets tired of it.
Still, loading the guns means being more able to fight Witches and Wraiths, and winning those fights means more cuddle time with Madoka. Well, it also means more time alive, but since Homura intends to spend her life cuddling Madoka it's basically the same thing.
As loaded and inspected guns vanish into Homura's shield, the pile of shotguns gets smaller. The smaller that pile gets, the more often Homura thinks about it and blushes. Near the end, her cheeks just turn red and don't turn back.
"Oh! I bet Salamander recycles a whole lot, I don't know why I didn't think of it." Madoka considers, seeming to think this is a very good solution, "If it's mixed in with a bunch of other things like pen boxes nothing will come of it for sure." A cheerful and mildly grateful smile is given to Homura, because it really is the best of both worlds and recycling is an important part of being a proper citizen!
The rote nature of the task at hand doesn't seem to bother Madoka, and in fact she starts to hum a little tune as she works. Rhythmic notes are made as the shells are slid carefully in one after another, letting her fall into an easy timing before reaching over and setting the shotgun down before Homura for inspection. When their hands touch her eyes peek over to her girlfriend again, and a giggle momentarily displaces her humming, because that is a cute blush on her cheeks.
She squirms a bit in place, resisting the urge to turn in her seat and hug onto her for a moment, humming a little higher pitched as she retrieves another inspected shotgun. She's managed to keep her rhythm of slug, buckshot, slug, buckshot, something Homura might notice as she checks the chamber for loaded shells, depending on how careful her examination is.
As the pile of weapons diminishes down to nothing and Homura's blush becomes more steady a soft pink one appears on Madoka's as well. Eventually the last shotgun is loaded, set in front of Homura, and now Madoka does turn in her seat, reaching past Homura with both arms before curling them both about her far shoulder, squeezing her close while leaning in. Her fluffy pink hair in front of her ear tickles her girlfriends rosy cheek for a moment, only for Madoka's to press into it, the softness and warmth of her skin rubbing gently against Homura's as she's nuzzled.
"Mmm," Madoka sounds quietly as she exhales, her pretty pink magical girl outfit rustling as it presses into Homura's. She shifts a little closer, knees pressing into Homura's legs beneath her poofy skirt, her arm in front of Homura adjusting to hold onto her by the waist instead, rubbing for a moment over her tummy before gloved fingers hook gently past the curve of her darlings body to grip lightly to her side.
All the while she's careful not to impede Homura's arms, because she still does have that one last shotgun to inspect and store, but her intentions are very clear, and as soon as Madoka sees the gun being stored away she whispers into her beloveds ear, "Hold me."
Once Homura sees that Madoka is satisfied with that solution, she nods and smiles. Homura really would do anything to make Madoka happy, and that often means going along with her good-girl nature. Homura would be lying if she said she cared about it beyond making Madoka happy, but making her beloved happy is more than reason enough.
The humming doesn't bother Homura at all, but it does constantly remind her that Madoka is right there. That thought occasionally distracts Homura, and that giggle after the hand brush doesn't put Homura in any less of a mood. It's hard not to be in a mood when her little angel is right there. She does notice that they are equal parts slug and buckshot, which Homura is quietly thankful for, because she really does need both.
Homura picks up the last shotgun and inspects it, and she freezes in place as Madoka's arms wrap around her. Her blush is bright red, and well, this was a long time coming wasn't it? Homura makes very sure that her shotgun is in good working order, and then it vanishes into her shield.
A shiver runs down her spine as Madoka's request is whispered into her ear. She whispers back,"Whatever you'd like, soulmate." She leans against Madoka, and then turns, shifting her legs so that she can face her girlfriend. Homura's arms wrap around her beloved's waist, and she pulls Madoka closer before rubbing her hand across her back. The room is, for the moment, very quiet aside from the swishing of magical cloth against magical cloth.
"I love you, my little angel."
Homura often does things that will make Madoka happy, and Madoka doesn't fail to notice. She tries to do things that will make Homura happy as well, though perhaps it's easier for her since much of the time that simply means spending as much time together as possible, and it's not like that doesn't make her very happy, too!
Madoka giggles again as the hug causes Homura to pause, and the extra redness of Homura's blush doesn't go unnoticed. It earns a soft kiss to the rosiness of her cheek, followed by more soft nuzzling, effectively 'rubbing in' the kiss.
And then Homura gives her want she wanted, turning and hugging onto her, a quiet whine coming from Madoka as she feels those warm arms wrapping around her waist. Madoka shifts to make it easier for her to be pulled close, moving her arms further around Homura and hugging her tightly, one hand resting high on her back, the other lower.
"Homura's little angel loves her too, very much," Madoka replies in a quiet voice. "She loves her beautiful, dashing guardian angel, who always looks out for her and protects her, and makes sure she feels happy and loved." She presses herself into Homura, her dress rubbing against Homura's jacket, her long skirt bunching up against Homura's shorter skirt.
As much as Madoka loves cuddling in pajamas, something feels extra right about being close in these outfits. Their wishes were both to save and protect each other, these magical forms created out of the need and desire for one another, first to be friends, and then to be soulmates and romantic partners. It also doesn't hurt that Madoka feels very pretty and cute in her magical girl outfit, and that extra confidence bleeds through a little as she happily hugs her darling.
This dress also feels a little different compared to most Homura might hug her in, the cloth a bit firmer, and very snugly fitted to her body. The back is slightly low, letting the skin between her shoulder blades be touched, but there's also a little heart shaped cutout a couple inches lower. Her hair also seems extra fluffy in their large, darker pink ribbons.
As Madoka holds Homura back she runs her hands up and down over her smooth jacket, only to fiddle a little with the collar of her jacket, also gently pinching and drawing her fingers along the long, trailing ribbons of the thin bow at the small of her back.
Madoka makes Homura very happy, especially through cuddles! Especially when such cuddles come with kisses to her cheek followed by nuzzles and... and...
Homura just melts where she sits, leaning against Madoka and holding her comfortably close. She shifts her legs around, straddling them over Madoka's and sliding closer to her little angel. Holding and being held is so good... is it any wonder that they do this all the time? Not to Homura it isn't.
Homura's heartbeat rises as Madoka talks cute to her. "I'm glad my little angel is happy. I'm glad she feels loved, because she is loved, and I want her to be happy all the time. I want to be with my angel and cuddle her and snuggle her close." She clings tighter, a slight desperate strain entering her voice. No matter how much time she spends with Madoka, she always wants more.
Homura's white magical sleeves brush against the pink back of her girlfriend's henshin, and she presses a soft kiss into Madoka's cheek. "I really like your henshin. It looks really cute. You're so pretty and cute and cuddly... You really are my little angel."
The cloth may be a bit more firm, but since it's so form fitting to Madoka anyways Homura doesn't find it any less comfortable to snuggle. Her hand reaches up to rub Madoka's shoulder blades, enjoying the soft touch of her beloved's skin, and after a moment her fingers move just a little bit lower, slowly tracing the outline of the heart-shaped hole. It's armor, she knows, but it's her darling's armor, and it really is cute.
Homura's own costume looks pretty in its own way, also a bit more stiff as if it had been well ironed. The jacket itself seems to be made of an unfamiliar material, but it has never been too warm or not warm enough. Her black stockings are a little more ornate in henshin than out, having a pattern of purple diamonds rising along the outer side of her legs. Her skirt is a bit shorter than Madoka's, but has frills of its own and is still long enough to be proper. In fact, lot of Homura's outfit actually seems to exude a sense of propriety.
Which is fine. After all, what more proper way to spend her time than cuddling her favorite person?
Homura may not have eyes in the back of her head, but she feels Madoka's hand moving around where her back ribbon is, and she shivers.
Madoka can feel the change in Homura as she melts into her, closing her eyes for a moment and enjoying the feeling of her beloved being overcome by comfort and closeness. As Homura straddles her legs she shifts carefully until she's no longer sitting on them, but rather stretching them out in front of her. She pulls Homura closer to her, while leaning into her, more of their bodies pressing together than before.
"You have me," Madoka replies while smiling happily, rubbing Homura's back as that strain enters her voice, her own softening and sweetening in response. "You can be with me right now, to cuddle and snuggle as much as you like. I'm not going anywhere, and you can cuddle me and hold me and love me as much as you need." Of course, that's only half the story, isn't it?
%tMadoka leans her head into Homura's her fluffy twintails brushing over Homura's ear and neck, "I want to be here with you, too. I need to hold you and cuddle you and let you know how much I love you, because I do, and I need you to feel my love for you."
She giggles softly then as her henshin is complimented, sighing afterwards because of the kiss to her cheek. She twists a little while hugging onto Homura as she's told she looks cuddly as well as cute and pretty. "Yes I am!" She replies, pulling away after squeezing close to look into Homura's eyes, soft pink gazing lovingly into beautiful purple. "I'm your little angel, and I want to be as cute and cuddly for you as I can. I always feel so pretty when I'm wearing this dress," her eyes blink closed, opening back up slowly, head tilted down so that soft pink is shaded by her eyelashes, "but I feel even prettier wearing it when your eyes are on me."
She lets out a soft happy noise of contentment when her shoulder blades are rubbed, and then giggles once more as Homura traces the outline of the keyhole on the back of her dress. It makes her want to play with Homura's outfit all the more, and so she does. She curls the ribbon around her finger, twirling it lightly while looking sweetly into Homura's eyes as she shivers, and then rubs her hand up and down over the stiffer, well pressed feeling of her jacket, only to move her hand to Homura's hip, resting it there for a moment before delicately teasing her fingers over her skirt, playing with the pretty frill, her touch so light and gentle only the movement of the cloth able to be felt.
Then her hand rests on the side of Homura's knee, her head turning as she peeks down, tracing her fingers in a zigzag pattern over one edge of the purple diamonds. Yes, Homura does seem very well put together, beautiful and proper, doesn't she? Madoka has always admired the look, and might even be jealous if her own cutesy look wasn't so successful.
Her eyes go from peeking to looking directly into Homura's again, chin lifting slightly. "I love you Homura-chan," she says quietly, only to lean in and press a gentle, loving kiss to her girlfriends lips.
Homura lifts herself up slightly as Madoka's legs shift beneath her, giving her beloved a bit more room to move around. Once she's done moving Homura sits down on top of her lap, squeezing Madoka's hips between her legs. She sighs happily, because this is such a sweet moment. She's all but forgotten what they were doing before, which means it's a good thing they waited until they were done!
As Madoka tells Homura that she can cuddle and love her as much as she wants, Homura happily squeals and squeezes her arms more tightly around her beloved. She closes her eyes and nuzzles against Madoka's cheek, letting the sweet sound of her darling's voice lull her into a state of sweet calm. "I do, Madoka-chan. I do feel your love. I feel it so much and it makes me so happy. I need it so badly."
Her eyes open again as her love twists in her arms, and the motion of Madoka simply... being so alive and animated feels so good in her embrace, so she holds closer. She's actually looking at Madoka when her eyes being on her are mentioned, and Homura blushes. "W-well... good! Because I can hardly keep... my eyes... off of you." She slows down at the end, trying not to stutter but getting increasingly shy. She feels warm all over. Warm and excited and content. How could she not feel that way?
"Especially when you're wearing something as cute as that. I actually really like it... Your um... second henshin, you in pajamas, and you wearing that... they're all really cute, and beautiful in their own way... I actually think you look very beautiful." Homura giggles, her steady blush getting just a little bit more red. "Especially first thing in the morning."
The light and gentle touch, or rather the hints of a touch in the form of her cloth slightly moving, make Homura tingle all over. She takes in a deep breath, letting it out slowly and raggedly as Madoka's finger traces the patterns of her stockings. Her eyes are half-lidded and her mouth hangs slightly open as she says, "I love you too, Madoka-chan."
Her lips purse together to accept the kiss, and she presses lips against her beloved's.
Madoka smiles to Homura as she settles into her lap, blushing a bit more herself as her hips are squeezed. It's plenty of reason for her to cling to Homura, holding her close while she's held herself, her beloved's happy sigh telling her all she needs to know.
The squeal gets more pretty giggles from her, an she twists and wiggles in Homura's arms as she's squeezed, cooing and calming as her cheek is nuzzled, making a soft, "Mmm," as their blushing cheeks brush back and forth. "Then I'll do everything I can to keep you feeling it, because I'm never going to stop loving you. You're my one true love, my soul mate, and my very best friend, and I never want that to change. You mean everything to me."
As she twists Homura blushes more, and Madoka is blushing herself because of a happy giddy feeling she feels. When Homura speaks in slow, halting fashion out of shyness she simply can't help it, letting out a squeal of her own, shaking her head from side to side so that her fluffy pink hair tosses around and kicking her legs, heels bouncing excitedly against the floor. "You're so, so cute! Ehehehe!" Her eyes are sparkling as she looks into Homura's, and she squeeze her close before pushing her face against the side of Homura's, kissing on her cheek over and over so that it almost feels like nibbling, repeated kissy sounds filling the room.
"Sweet, cute, adorable shy Homura-chan, I just can't resist you!" She slides her hands around Homura and down, blush intensifying momentarily as they scoop under Homura's behind, even if it's to slide her closer in her lap rather than some other reason. Afterwards her arms wrap around her, forearms vertical on her back while her elbows squeeze on her waist, Madoka pressing into and rubbing on her while leaning from side to side and twisting. "I'm going to cuddle you and snuggle you and hold you and squeeze you and kiss you!"
After a few moments she calms just a little, reaching up to pet Homura's hair atop her head, and then brush a few stray locks behind her ear, gloved fingers curling behind it and scritching lightly. "Feeling you in my arms, being held by you, and opening my eyes to see you first thing in the morning is one of my favorite things. I'm glad you think I'm beautiful then, because you're very beautiful to me, too. I feel so happy and lucky to have you."
Homura returns her kiss and Madoka presses into it a little more, letting her lips soften and conform to her beloved's. She pulls away after a few moments, lips parting to allow her draw in a light but gaspy breath. She bites her bottom lip a little, squirming sweetly in Homura's arms, before leaning in and kissing her again, soft as before but this time leaving her lips just slightly parted.
"I'm all yours, forever. You're my everything, Madoka-chan. I'll never stop loving you, and I'll always be happy to hold you and cuddle you. I'll do anything for you. You're my soulmate, and I really wasn't kidding when I said that our soul's belong together." She pauses for a moment. "Well I mean... I was kinda making a joke, but I also meant it?" Homura bites her lower lip, and then buries her face into Madoka's poofy shoulders, and then tilts her head to kiss Madoka's neck. It feels so good to just... hold Madoka like this. Homura loves it so much, and she's glad that Madoka loves it, too.
It's something of a role reversal, with Homura being cute and Madoka being beautiful, but Homura meant what she said, and she knows Madoka means it, too. She gives another kiss to Madoka's neck before sighing as her cheek is kissed over and over. Her voice is just a little breathy when she says "I don't mind being cute for you, Madoka-chan. You're my very best friend, and my girlfriend, and I really am yours. You have enchanted me completely. You don't have to resist."
As she's scooped and pulled closer, she shifts her legs a bit to get as close as she can, and pinching Madoka between her thighs. Her heartbeat quickens further as Madoka talks about cuddling and snuggling and holding and squeezing and kissing. Hearing her say that while she's wiggling in Homura's arms... it's too much! Far too much to resist. "Please do. You can do all of those things with me."
Homura's eyes close as her ear is scritched, and she leans into it and breathes deeply. "I'm happy too, and lucky, my sweet little angel Madoka-chan."
Homura's lips make a soft smacking sound as Madoka's leave them, her eyes returning to a half-lidded state as her beloved pulls away. When Madoka comes in for another kiss, Homura's lips are waiting, and meet hers gently, only this time when her soulmate pulls away, Homura doesn't just sit their waiting, leaning in to catch Madoka's bottom lip between her own and nibbling.
Madoka nods slowly while cuddling close to Homura while her girlfriend speaks, her body shaking as she giggles quietly when Homura notes she was joking, but only kinda. "I know what you meant, Homura-chan. It's silly and cute, but it's also true. My soul would be very lonely without yours to keep it company." She can't keep from giggling again, remembering their soul gems together in the safety of the safe, resting together as their bodies now do.
The kisses to her neck draw happy sighs from her, both from Homura's lips and her face resting against her skin. "You're very cute. But you're also beautiful. You can even be handsome and dashing; I don't ever have to choose, because you're every type of 'lovely' I could ever want." When she's told she doesn't have to resist Madoka's arms tighten around Homura, squeezing her wonderful girlfriend to her almost painfully tight, so that her breathing even becomes a little labored for the pressure on her ribs. It doesn't actually hurt of course, and especially not in henshin, but rather enhances that feeling of closeness as they embrace.
Madoka can do all those things? She giggles again, but this time it's a slower, softer one. Her grip on Homura loosens, and after scritching her behind the ear her hand pets over her hair, caressing the back of her head and neck, helping to support it so even if she relaxed and went limp she'd be safe. So, too, with her arm around Homura's shoulder and pressed to her back, her grip becoming something gentle and tender, cradling Homura in her arms while pressing and rubbing lightly against her in soft cuddling motions.
"Darling," she says softly, "I'll always be here for you, to love you and protect you. I'll always be here to comfort you and care for you, and let you know you're loved." There's a kind, almost maternal expression as she looks into Homura's eyes, "You don't ever have to be alone again, and if I can help it you'll never have to cry again, either. But if you do, I'll be here for you to cry on, because I can't stand the thought of my sweetheart crying alone."
With this the kissing becomes even softer and gentler. When Homura's lips catch her own and nibble on it she almost seems to pout, only to return her lips to Homura's fully, wrapping Homura up in her gentle embrace, cuddling her and cradling her while kissing softly and looking into her eyes. Her own lips catch Homura's upper lip and suck it gently between them, nibbling and massaging against it before tasting it with her tongue. Madoka draws away again, blushing warmly while her tongue brushes gently over her own lips.
A happy, dreamy sigh escapes her, and she leans back in, tilting her head and pressing her lips and mouth against Homura's, kissing her deeply and eagerly seeking her beloveds tongue out with her own.
Homura feels a little more confident since her girlfriend understood what she meant, not that she expected Madoka not to. She nods, and giggles because it really is silly and cute, not just Homura's joke but also how Madoka arranged them. "Mine, too. It needs its other half, just like I do."
Homura rests against Madoka as she describes all of the ways in which Homura is lovely to her, and a sweet feeling wells up inside of her. "I'm glad. I'm glad that I can be all of those things for you. You're pretty and cute and lovely and sweet and wonderful, and you really are my everything." Her voice squeaks just a little bit at the end, as Madoka holds her tight enough to make it harder to breath. Homura doesn't mind, because it doesn't really hurt, and she's a tough girl anyways, and she's in henshin. Most importantly, she'd rather be closer to Madoka, and she's suffered through far worse than being held too tight in order to get here.
Homura shivers again, involuntarily shrugging her shoulders, at the sound of Madoka's slow, soft giggle. The tingling of her cheeks tells her that she's still blushing, but as shy as she gets sometimes, she isn't nervous, because it's Madoka-chan. It's Madoka-chan's hand that's petting and caressing the back of her head, and Homura is perfectly okay with that. "As long as I have you, I don't have much to cry about, my love. I'm here too, just for you, to comfort you and to hold you, to love you in both good times and bad."
With a smirk, she adds, "Though if it's all the same I hope there's a lot more of the good than the bad."
Her tongue tastes Madoka's lips, and she mms happily as Madoka tastes Homura's. After her beloved pulls away, Homura stares languidly into Madoka's eyes, only to eagerly accept the next kiss, her own tongue meeting and entwining with Madoka's.
Madoka smiles happily, "Mine too. We really do complete each other, don't we?" She closes her eyes for a moment and rubs happily against Homura, "If our cuddles say anything about us, we're much better together than we are apart."
"It makes me so happy that you think I'm cute and lovely and sweet," Madoka replies with warm fondness in her voice. "You mean everything to me, too. I never even want to try knowing what it'd be like having to be without you, even for a week. I need you." If Madoka thought even for a second that hugging Homura so tight would hurt her she wouldn't, and if she thought she did she'd be all apologies and worry and fussing. Lucky for her Homura is a very tough cookie!
Shy Homura-chan is just adorable to Madoka, and the fact she gets shyness without nervousness is a real treat, because it means she can enjoy Homura's shyness whenever it crops up. She shakes her head a little then, "That's okay. I don't want you to cry, I just want you to know that I'll always be here for you if you do." Homura then says such sweet things to her and for a moment she rests her cheek against her beloved's shoulder while peering up into her eyes. "Really?" she asks, her voice with a tone not unlike a child asking the question of a parent, knowing and expecting the reassurance that will come but wanting to hear it anyway. "Because that's what I want. You here for me, holding me and comforting me, loving me and cuddling me forever."
Another giggle and she lifts her head again, "Yes! Lots more happy times than sad ones, because I still have so very many sad ones to make up for." She leans in and brushes the tip of her nose against Homura's, "I still have so very many; I haven't forgotten my promise to you."
Their lips press together and lock lovingly, and their tongues find each other between, entwining and rubbing and dancing. Madoka kisses deeply and slowly at first, and then gets a little playful, wiggling in Homura's arms, only to slow down again, making a low, happy sound as she kisses Homura. She's very glad they finished the important business of the day, because being here exchanging love and affection with her girlfriend is all she wants to do.
"Oh I have to agree!" Homura's tone is a playful imitation of absolute seriousness. "We're much better together. Especially when we can cuddle!" Then her tone is less of an imitation and more of a sincere representation. "You make everything better for me. I hope I do the same for you, because I love being able to enrich your life."
Madoka doesn't want to be away for even a week? Homura giggles. "I have it just as badly. I wouldn't want to be apart from you, either. I'd get restless, and I might even be tempted to come find you." One might imagine Madoka going on a family vacation, thinking it'd be awhile before she saw Homura again, only for Homura to suddenly show up while Madoka's alone. It'd be a bit mischievous for Homura to do something like that, but she's a very rich girl with very particular needs. Her list of needs is very long and is just the word 'Madoka' written over and over again.
"If ever I feel the need to cry, I'll be sure to find your shoulder." Then, at Madoka's childlike exuberance, Homura giggles and then nods. "Yes! Really. All of that and more."
Madoka's promise? She's made a few, and Homura certainly remembers them, though she thinks she knows which one her beloved means. "Ah, but that will only take twelve years. I need you for far longer than that!"
If Homura had anything else she had to do, she'd be in trouble, because she's most certainly forgotten! Fortunately she's pretty sure that there was nothing after the shotgun loading, and that was somewhat planned, because Homura has a pretty good idea of how their 'breaks' go.
Her lips lock with her beloved's, and her tongue brushes against the surface of Madoka's. She giggles as Madoka gets playful, happily wiggling against her in equal but opposite ways. Then, she presses her body against her little angel's, holding her so very close and enjoying every moment of exchanged affections.
Madoka calms her smile down as Homura's voice imitates a serious tone, managing only to look slightly impish. "Oh yes, cuddling is when we're best of all." She hums happily then, squeezing Homura in her arms, "Everything I do is better and more fun when you're with me, Homura-chan. I'm very much more enriched with you in my life." Only earnest sincerity as she speaks that time.
Homura saying she 'has it badly' gets a small gigglefit out of Madoka, who twists and wiggles and has a hard time keeping it together. Luckily she's pretty sure Homura likes it when she's wiggly and giggly! Homura coming to find her on vacation would be a real surprise, and would make the hours of ensuing cuddles all the better. Madoka doesn't mind at all if Homura is needy either, especially if she can fulfill those needs.
"Good!" Madoka replies to the reassurance, hugging Homura tightly and smiling brightly to her.
"Twelve years of smiles and happiness, to be followed by forever more," Madoka nods in agreement. "Besides, you forget that I need you just as much, and twelve years of Homura-chan isn't nearly enough."
Some 'breaks' aren't so hard to end, but when they get as romantic and snuggly as this it's hard to imagine parting to easily. About the only thing that Madoka can think of that would be reason to stop right now is getting very hungry or deciding it was time to switch out henshin outfits for pajamas.
Their tongues brush over each other and play together, and Madoka loses herself in the enjoyment of kissing her girlfriend. She squeezes Homura tight as they wiggle together, her lips curling up into a smile as they kiss, pressing close as she's held in the arms wants to be within most. Her soft pink eyes gaze into pools of the most beautiful purple as the two of them kiss and kiss, heart fluttering in her chest and spreading a happy warmth over her, because expressing and exchanging love with her guardian angel Homura-chan is perhaps her favorite thing in the entire world.