Salamander is a company that requires constant care and input, and while Homura generally trusts her employees to do their job that doesn't mean that she can afford to not lead it. After all, she does have a general direction that she wants the company to go in, and if she doesn't control that direction then someone else will. Someone who doesn't have her standards, or ideals.
It cuts into her cuddle time with Madoka a little bit, but the fact that she gets to work so closely to Madoka doesn't hurt. The fact that she does the kind of work that makes Madoka happy doesn't hurt either.
Today is one such charity case. Sort of. The money did come from the charity that Madoka ran a while back. The skyrise that they're currently underneath was clipped by another skyrise and things went about as well as one would expect. It wasn't so terrible that the building had to be condemned, but it was bad enough that the entire building was cordoned off as a safety hazard until it could be inspected and repaired. Which is why Homura and Madoka are here, to inspect the repairs.
Homura walks through the parking lot with Madoka, towards a black Humvee that Homura owns. Not privately, because it's a company car, but she owns the company. It's the kind of thing she'd show up in if she wanted to make an appearance as a CEO. It's also a convenient car to inspect work sites with because it's sturdy and accidents happen.
Plus you never know when Homura might need to run over a youma.
"So did you talk to the inspection crew? Did the supervisor give the clear?" Homura asks. She's going through a mental list of what else they have to do, but... well, Madoka's her secretary, so she should also have such a list. "Also, is there anything left on the planner? I don't want to leave things done halfway."
Her tone is serious, and maybe a little tired, though as always with Madoka there is at least a hint of softness in it.
Madoka is proud of Homura for running such a fine company, and she's proud of both Homura and the company for doing such good charity work. Managing the company might cut into cuddle time, but it's Salamander that keeps the Contractors running. Both the company and the group it funds make the world a better place in Madoka's estimation so the time investment is very much worth it.
Besides, even if they can't cuddle all the time Madoka does enjoy getting to play secretary to Homura's CEO, nevermind that she is actually doing a secretary's job. As Homura asks questions Madoka swipes a few times on her phone and checks her notes, "I did. We're technically clear, but the supervisor wants to wait another few days to schedule an building X-ray to check the welding on the new reinforcements and make sure there's nothing we missed in the visual inspections.
She looks up from her phone and smiles at Homura, "We're making sure the building is safe for earthquakes and other disasters, right?" It's a mostly rhetorical question, spoken more as a show of approval than something that needs a serious answer.
A few taps and swipes on the phone brings up the day's itinerary, "You were going to have a phone meeting with Torimoto-san in fifteen minutes, but he ended up calling earlier right after lunch... so I think we're done!" After cheerfully finishing the sentence Madoka seems to relax a little herself, speeding up pace and sliding her arm around the waist of the beautiful and effective owner and executive. She's wearing her secretary outfit and the nicely ironed cloth of her blouse makes a quiet rustling sound as she moves in close to Homura.
She looks at the humvee up ahead and giggles. It's such a huge car... truck... vehicle! It makes her feel tiny riding in it, but being generously spacious does have advantages when compared to the sleek and speedy Corvette. "Salamander owns the new car, right?" she asks in the same quasi-rhetorical manner she did before. "Does that mean it'd be better for cuddling in on official jobs?" Look how straight a face she's keeping!
She can't keep her eyes from sparkling, though.
Homura listens to Madoka's recounting of events. Nothing in it seems too far out of line, and Homura is nothing if not cautious. She doesn't answer the rhetorical question, because it's rhetorical, instead nodding and responding to the rest of it. "Sounds good. I wouldn't want to do sloppy work. Especially considering that people are going to be living here." She waves her hand in the air. "I don't need that on my mind. Or on our reputation."
Then Madoka brings up the rest of the itinerary, and mentions the phone call that, really, already happened. With all of that, they're free for the day, right? Homura's pace and general disposition seems to relax. It'd be a little hard for someone else to pick up, but Madoka has been around her long enough to know her body language. Then an arm is going around her waist and purple eyes turn to look at Madoka. That outfit is still really cute.
Homura thinks back to the original reason why Madoka started wearing that and her cheeks turn a slight red. Madoka looked as cute in Homura's dreams as she does standing right next to her now.
Then Madoka asks about cuddling on official jobs, and Homura's eyes widen. She looks back at the vehicle, considering. "Well... I wanted something with a spacious backseat. I mean I also had other concerns, but... I mean we could."
After all, Homura might get a little crazy at times, but she's nowhere near insane enough to turn down a chance to cuddle with her loveable and sweet girlfriend. It'd be a nice way to relax after a hard day at work, and it's not as if there's anything pressing them.
Actually, since the building is off limits to the general public, and the work crews are gone, they'd have a lot of privacy.
Madoka is quick to shake her head at the idea of sloppy work, "Especially not when these people already had to move out because of the danger. The last thing they need it something bad happening because we weren't willing to do everything we could to ensure their safety." She'd be a little sad if she found out some of their workers were cutting corners, especially when the company itself hadn't been in operation all that long. Anyone who was sloppy at this early stage would surely not work out at all in the long term.
Homura relaxes and Madoka doesn't fail to notice, smiling lightly to herself. It was a fairly long day and the inspection meant it was more stressful than usual so it's good to see Homura winding down. When Homura looks at her Madoka gives her girlfriend a gentle squeeze, rubbing her hand gently over her side. A giggle is suppressed as Homura looks back to the humvee with slightly widened eyes. "It does have a spacious backseat," Madoka agrees while keeping her tone neutral.
As they get to the car Madoka steps behind Homura, hand on her side slipping around to her back and rubbing gently upwards, both soon finding her shoulders and massaging them. "You deserve a reward for working so long and hard today, Homura-chan," she says quietly, finally letting her voice take on a sweet tone.
Then with a giggle and a more playful tone she adds, "Maybe I deserve one, too!"
Someone cutting corners in Homura's company is not the kind of employee that Homura wants, especially if they were doing it in a dangerous way. There are a lot of excuses that Homura is willing to make for people, and a lot that she's willing to forgive, but something like safety is not something that she is willing to fool around on.
She states matter of factly, "We set out to make their lives better. There's no reason not to pursue that with intent and conviction, and I think we're doing exactly that."
They get to the vehicle, and Madoka steps behind her, rubbing her back. She mentions a reward, and Homura smiles playfully. "Oh? You sound like you have something in mind~." Granted, considering that cuddles was just brought up, Homura guesses it's that.
Homura opens the back door, and the interior is... not one that most would recognize when thinking of a Humvee. Obviously this is a company car, and even if it has magic-related military uses, Homura still has to keep up appearances. Normally the drivetrain, and the removable turret support, running through the middle would be a problem for cuddles, but Homura wanted to have at least one spot that was conducive to cuddling and the front seat wasn't really an option.
Most of the seats inside are covered in comfortable black leather. The walls have also been padded with black cloth covering most of it. The back single-person seats have been removed and replaced with a bench seat, raised a bit to go over the drive well, covered with leather just as the front seats have.
It's a ridiculous car for a ridiculous person, but Homura steps up into it without so much as a blink, grabbing onto the back of the front seat and turning around to extend her hand to Madoka, in order to help her inside.
"I think I have a reward for you somewhere in here, my beloved~."
Intent and conviction! Madoka likes the sound of that, especially when it's about making peoples lives better.
When Homura mentions it sounds like she has something in mind Madoka nods, replying in a very businesslike tone unlike any she uses during her actual secretary work, "We'll enter the vehicle before appropriating the rearmost seating and once accommodated I'll manually knead the tension from your shoulders and back. Afterwards, or alternatively at your option, I'll apply my body against yours to leverage maximum utilization of our physical resources. A holistic approach using a diversity of limbs will allow me innovate a proactive and sustainable new paradigm that pushes the envelope and ensures mission critical wellness. By thinking outside the box I can even ensure passionate face time! Moving forward this could be the new normal, displaying the cuddling expertise I bring to the table and establishing an incredible return on investment." Madoka, smiling broadly and doing her best not to break into a long gigglefit, tilts her head and asks, "What do you think of my four-point plan?"
Madoka has been in the car before but it's still fairly new to her, and she can't help admiring when the door is opened. So luxurious and roomy! The help getting in is much appreciated and Madoka takes Homura's hand, climbing in and shuffling quickly after to the leather bench seat, which makes a lovely cushy sound as she sits. "I like rewards," she says cheerfully, only to add more quietly, "Especially when the reward is you~."
Intent and conviction is how Homura does a lot of things. Cuddling is no exception!
Homura listens to what Madoka has in mind, and as she goes over the details Homura starts blushing and doesn't stop, growing gradually more red as Madkoa says more and more. "Passionate face time?"
Homura is a little stunned after all of that. "W-well. You make a strong proposal, Madoka-chan. I can see you've really explored your options and compiled a, ah... strong analysis. As usual your expert opinion on cuddling is appreciated, and is certainly critical to the m-me--"
She can't say another word along those lines. Now her face is bright red, and her voice is meek and low and occasionally cracking. "How can you say all that stuff with a straight face? Oh my god get in and hold me already."
Madoka is helped into the seat, and Homura leans past her, not minding when her arm brushes against her beloved, to close the door, sweeping her hair back beforehand to make sure it doesn't get caught up.
The two of them are alone in a parking lot, in a Humvee with tinted windows. Work is over, and Homura is sitting on the huge roomy seat, curling her legs underneath her while she leans against Madoka and throws her arms around her.
Homura is still dressed pretty professionally, in her black business suit with purple tie and white shirt, though she no longer has reason to keep up appearances for today. The blush on her cheeks settles into a low glow.
She pulls back a bit, without actually breaking the embrace, to look into Madoka's eyes. "So... you wanted to knead my back?"
Homura's reaction to her playful corporatese makes it even harder to keep a straight face, but that that blushing makes it all worth it. She giggles more when Homura responds in kind, only to break off. "Because I'm saving up all my happiness for when I get to cuddle up with you, and I know that's coming right up!"
Madoka doesn't try at all to avoid brushing against Homura's arm, and may even shift to help it brush against her a little more. She resists the temptation to hold Homura's hair back for her when she sees it pushed back because she knows she might end up spending so long playing with it she'd forget to sit down.
Though technically a public place the parking lot is deserted and the windows are darkly tinted. Of course that... really isn't a big concern of Madoka's in the first place. She'll happily cuddle with her girlfriend in a restaurant, in the park, and many other quasi-private or fully public places. About the only place she won't is in the classroom, and that's mostly because their teacher can be especially sensitive to relationship issues. Poor Saotome-sensei!
Her arms go around Homura as she sits down, giggling and leaning heavily against her girlfriend while squeezing her tightly, leaning in and nuzzling her, pushing the side of her head and a fluffy pigtail into Homura's before tilting her head so that her cheek rubs sweetly against Homura's now soft blush. She just can't help turning her face afterwards and kissing that cute blush too.
Madoka rubs her hands lovingly over Homura's back, pulling back as well to look into her eyes as she speaks, "I did! I can tell you're all tense from a long day of work." Well, she could tell Homura was tense earlier; even preliminary cuddles might help alleviate that but why not make the offer anyway? "Though... a massage might feel better if you weren't so dashingly dressed." Madoka slides a hand around Homura, teasing at the bottom button of her suit jacket.
'Because I'm saving up all my happiness for when I get to cuddle up with you, and I know that's coming right up!'
Homura smiles so brightly when Madoka says that, eyes closing for a fleeting moment. "Well, that's what's next on the itinerary. We wouldn't want to keep each other waiting~."
It's true that being in public isn't that big of a concern, and Homura would never withhold a single kiss or embrace because of the thought that someone might see them, provided that it doesn't make people feel too bad to see it. Though the privacy does mean that the two of them will not be interrupted, and after a stressful day Homura will be glad to focus on the one person who makes everything seem right in the world.
The soft fluffy hair against her cheek warms her heart, as does the cheek to cheek nuzzling that follows. When she's kissed, she turns her head to kiss Madoka's cheek, too.
The rubbing of her back feels nice, but as Madoka says the suit jacket does get in the way. Homura pulls back just a little bit more, undoing the buttons of her jacket and pulling it off of her, discarding it on the seat behind her. After a moment's consideration she decides to leave the tie on, and leans against Madoka once again.
"You really are so sweet to me. I love you so much, Madoka-chan."
She nuzzles against the top of Madoka's shoulder, rubbing the top of her head against Madoka's cheek, before giving Madoka another kiss on the cheek.
Madoka playfully gasps, "You're right! I should have checked our personal itinerary as well as our business itinerary. It must have completely slipped my mind. I hope you'll forgive me~."
Madoka is very happy to focus on Homura and be the center of her attention as well. Stress from work is similar to but different from the stress from school, and considering how ridiculously far ahead she is Homura probably doesn't have much of that. If Madoka can do anything to relieve it she'll do so happily. The fact that the way to relieve it best is the things she enjoys doing most anyway makes her all the more eager.
Madoka smiles as her cheek is kissed, cooing sweetly afterwards. She loosens her grip on Homura as the jacket is pulled off, pressing right back up against Homura and rubbing lightly against her just off center so the buttons of their nice dress shirts don't get caught together. She had been turning towards Homura with her legs hanging over the edge of the seat, but now she curls them up as well after slipping her shoes off.
"That's because I love you so very much, Homura-chan. It's even more important for me to show you how much I care about you when I know you love me, too."
Madoka leans her cheek further into the top of Homura's head, smiling as her cheek is kissed again. She scoots even closer to Homura, pressing bodily against her and sliding her arms beneath her girlfriend. She hugs onto her with hands wrapping up over her shoulders from below, at first simply holding onto her while snuggling warmly against her but then starting to squeeze rhythmically, pulling down to create enough pressure for her fingers to press firmly but carefully into the muscles in her girlfriends shoulders.
Has Madoka found a way to massage and cuddle at the same time?! This must be what she meant by innovative and outside the box!
"Ah, well even if you forgot, you did come prepared! All is forgiven, my love~," says Homura, as if there were anything to forgive.
Madocuddles are the best stress relief, especially since Madoka is so sweet and pretty. Homura might not have a lot of school-related stress except for the boredom of covering the material that she already knows. Then again, she had to get used to that at some point in the past, and sharing classes with Madoka means that she gets another way to spend time with her. Far better to be in class with Madoka than to skip and not she her beloved.
Their dress shirts brush against each other as the two of them embrace, and Madoka's happy reaction to Homura's affection is just further incentive to be affectionate. Upon seeing Madoka's shoes come off, Homura shifts her feet against each other and one by one her feet are freed of their dress shoes. She'll have to put them on again when they decide to drive away, but that's then and this is now.
"You love me so much, how can I not adore you forever? You mean so much to me, Madoka-chan. I'll take any affection you want to give me and I have so much to give in return."
The top of her head is kissed, and Homura smiles again. Then she feels Madoka's hands moving against her back, strongly, and it feels so good. Homura allows herself to relax, leaning against her beloved as stress is worked out of her shoulders. She closes her eyes and decides to simply enjoy the massage that Madoka is giving her.
"Kind and merciful Homura-chan," Madoka playfully compliments.
No stress is allowed to remain! Madoka will cuddle Homura until she's completely relaxed and happy, and then she'll cuddle her even more for the enjoyment of it. After all, the only thing better than cuddling to relieve stress is cuddling while calm and comfortable! The pink-haired secretary smiles when the dress shoes come off, resisting the urge to massage Homura's feet too; maybe she can later, but for now shoulders and back are taking up all her attention! Attempting to split it further would ruin the rest, and that would be a shame.
"I'll give you all of my affection then, Homura-chan. I'll hug you and cuddle you until I'm all out of it! But that might take longer than forever, so you should be ready." Her hands massage Homura's shoulders until they're loose and relaxed, pressing and rubbing gently against her while sitting next to her on the bench seat of the very large car. She can't slip her head over her shoulder, what with that shoulder needing to be available for her massaging hands, so instead she turns her head and presses soft kisses to the side of Homura's face, first on her cheek but then against her temple as well.
Her hands slide down from Homura's shoulders onto her upper back, and like this the pressure of the massaging motions necessarily squeeze the two of them together, shoulders and tummies pressing close. Madoka leans into her, providing ample support so Homura doesn't have to worry about remaining upright, letting her relax the muscles of her abdomen and back and do nothing more than enjoy the massage she's being given.
Madoka leans her face into Homura's, forehead resting against the side of her head. Her nose presses into her cheek and she nuzzles her face against Homura's, pulling her head away just long enough to slide her nose past her girlfriends, head tilting as she presses three slow, soft kisses to her lips. Afterwards a fourth comes, and it's a deeper, more active kiss, Madoka sighing happily through her nose while her hands still work firmly against the muscles in Homura's back.
Was there any doubt what 'passionate face time' meant?
Cuddles after cuddles is the reason why Homura smiles all the time. It doesn't hurt that giving Homura happy memories was already Madoka's stated intention to begin with. Homura's feet are certainly there to be played with and massaged, but so is Homura's back, and if that's what Madoka wants to focus on then that's perfectly fine with Homura! Especially if it means better cuddle massages.
"Well I've already promised you forever, but I'll promise you even longer if it helps~," says Homura, trying to be playful. There's a certain lilt to her voice, because Homura couldn't hide her enjoyment of this if she tried.
The hands move over her back and shoulders, and it feels really nice, especially coming from Madoka. The kisses also feel nice, specifically because they come from Madoka. Homura's own lips respond, kissing Madoka on the neck and then her jawline.
The massage pushes Homura against Madoka, and Homura has no objections whatsoever! With Madoka taking such good care of her, tending to things that Homura hasn't even thought of yet, it's hard not to relax. Homura's glad that they waited until today's work was done, because as much as she loves Madoka's touch she might not be able to get back to it.
She smiles as her face is nuzzled against, and then she briefly brushes her nose against Madoka's before the kissing begins. Such soft lips and a gentle touch, how could Homura not love every moment of this? The demonstration of 'passionate face time' meets Homura's guess perfectly, and it's a very apt descriptor.
One of Homura's hands reaches up to scratch the back of Madoka's neck, and that happy sigh makes Homura so, so grateful that she gets to spend this kind of time with her little angel.
"Then promise me forever and always," Madoka replies to the playfulness, though there's a slight breathy happiness to her voice. She isn't entirely joking; if there is somehow an 'always' beyond forever she wants to spend that with Homura too.
Her hands move very slowly down Homura's back, following the groupings of her muscles themselves as her pattern. Madoka works the tenseness, tightness, and knots out of those muscles when she finds them, pressing her fingers into them in rhythmic motions and not hesitating to use the heels of her palms if it's necessary; though hopefully Homura's day wasn't stressful enough for that to be needed very often at all!
The kisses along her neck and jaw means that when their lips meet Madoka is extra eager to brush her lips softly and then firmly over Homura's. Madoka knows well that once they start cuddling it can be quite a while before they want to stop, and sometimes the same can be said of kissing too. Now that the workday is over and they have a comfortable place to cuddle they might continue until one of them gets hungry; it would be a shame for work to require an interruption now, and thus a very good reason to wait.
Madoka does pause to brush her nose against Homura's, trading sweet affection with her before their lips meet. But then they do meet and Madoka is so happy. She enjoys making Homura happy, and getting to rub her hands all over Homura's back isn't exactly without it's own joy, but getting to kiss and cuddle is perhaps her very favorite thing to do. Even as she attends to removing the stress from Homura she gets to enjoy herself and let her mind fade into the happiness of trading romantic and loving kisses.
A shiver runs through her as Homura scratches the back of her neck, making a cute sound in the process, pressing a little more firmly into the kiss. She squeezes against Homura's sides with her elbows, massage momentarily pausing so her hands can press flat to her back and hug her tightly. A few very short strands of fluffy hair that can't possibly be caught up in her twintails might be brushed by Homura's fingers, and just up the bare back of her neck the zigzag part at the back of her head created by those same twintails can be found.
"Forever, always, and everything that comes after," promises Homura, with full sincerity. "I will withhold nothing from you, my one true love, my beloved, my little angel." There is no doubt in her mind that she will love Madoka for that long, or even longer. Homura loving Madoka is just a basic fact of the universe, immutable and unchanging.
Homura's day wasn't that stressful. There is a certain amount of stress that comes from... just doing work, fussing with details and making sure everything works out well, but without a major disaster (and Homura has been careful to avoid those) then it's just daily stress.
Which means that Madoka's work is not as hard as it could have been. In fact, it isn't long at all before Homura enters a relaxed state. Her breathing is even, her muscles are loosened, and her embrace is clingy and yet relaxed. In the back of her company's Humvee is another peaceful paradise that Homura and Madoka have made together.
The two of them are free to enjoy their love, their obligations for the day having been fulfilled. Times like this are what Homura lives for, and knowing that Madoka wanted this so badly that she sold her soul for Homura means that the black-haired veteran has no reason to hold back. The cuddling and kissing is oh so sweet, and something that Homura didn't fully realize how much she needed until Madoka was there to give such things to her.
Homura lets out a long, happy sigh through her nose as the two of them exchange kisses, and now relaxed she adjusts her embrace, one arm around Madoka's waist from the front, and the other going around her back with the hand reaching up to continue to scratch Madoka's neck.
Homura wonders. Does Madoka enjoy being scritched in the same spot that Homura does? She reaches up to scratch the back of Madoka's neck, right along the hairline, just to see.
Madoka smiles happily and sweetly as Homura promises her, "All of me is yours for just as long, Homura-chan. I won't hold anything back from you either, because your the one person I know I can trust everything about myself with, from my mind to my soul and everything in between." Perhaps Madoka's love for Homura wasn't something that always was, but it is certainly something that will always will be. A ray in geometric terms, something with a defined beginning that continues out from that point forevermore, unceasing and unending.
Madoka is happy that Homura wasn't too stressed out, and it has nothing to do with the length of the required massage. If her girlfriend had such a difficult day it would take hours to knead her tight muscles to relaxation she would gladly massage for hours. The happy part is that it means the day didn't take a heavy toll on her and that she's quickly able to relax and fully enjoy their snuggly embrace. Madoka's hands find their way to Homura's lower back, stopping once they meet the top of her suit pants. From there they go to her waist, squeezing her sides gently before rubbing up and down, not so much a massage as an enjoyable rub, feeling the inward curve she so often rests her hands on when they dance together.
Homura might not have known she needed cuddling and kissing, but Madoka has always yearned for closeness and hugs. It is perhaps why she has always had such a great fondness for plushies and stuffed animals and why she never grew out of enjoying them as gifts; she could hug on them and hold them and sleep with them in her arms as much as she wanted. She still hugs her stuffed animals, but her need to hold and be held had never before been fulfilled as it has since she started dating Homura. The physical affection and display of love and care is something she wants and something she needs so very much, and Homura made sure that need is always met.
As the motions of her hands calm and slow Madoka's attentions focuses more on kissing, gently rubbing her lips against Homura's before softly sucking her girlfriends' bottom lip between her own and nibbling on it with them, lips squeezing it testingly and enjoying the varied firmness and softness along it's length. Even her tongue joins in, pressing sweetly into the tender plumpness lovingly trapped between her lips. Her lips are soft and sweet against Homura's, showering them with affection and leaving no qualms about how much she enjoys kissing her beloved. Even after all the kisses they've shared pressing and brushing lips is something Madoka never ties of.
The scritching at the back of her neck draws a happy sigh from Madoka, and she makes a soft 'mmm' sound to let Homura know it's appreciated, though that particular spot doesn't seem to draw any extra intensity out of her as it does on Homura.
Madoka promises herself to Homura, as she did before, and Homura giggles sweetly. "I know, because I know you love me, and I can promise you the same because I know I love you, too. I know just how boundlessly, how overwhelmingly, how endlessly I love you."
Madoka's hands go to Homura's curves, and Homura's smile shows a flash of teeth. Rubbing her there feels nice, and earns Madoka a kiss on the cheek. She doesn't have any muscles that need loosening up there, but it feels so good anyways. Reminding her of dancing doesn't hurt either.
Homura doesn't mind being held like a plushie, or even held alongside plushies. If Madoka sees her as being as soft and cuddly as one of her stuffed animals, then Homura can't help but take that as a compliment. If being held back makes it so much better, then that's only even more flattering! With as much love as she feels for Madoka, and as much love as she needed from her, Homura is all too happy to cuddle for hours at a time, day after day, week after week, year after year... Even forever, just as promised.
Madoka kisses so sweetly, and Homura enjoys every moment of it. She gasps softly as Madoka traps her lower lip, but the contented look in her eyes makes it clear that she has no problem with it at all. Her own lips trap Madoka's upper, rubbing it back and forth between them. Homura's tongue finds its way to Madoka's upper lip, and presses just a little bit further in, far enough to be reached by Madoka's if she so much as goes for it.
The happy sigh is enough for Homura to keep going, though if that spot in particular isn't special then Homura keeps scratching over a wider area, fingernails brushing against skin in slow, gentle strokes.
Madoka looks deeply into Homura's eyes, her own shining brightly from happiness. Homura's words are as heartfelt as they are sweet and Madoka knows the sincerity with which their spoken. Rather than respond in turn she'll let the look in her eyes and the loving expression on her face say it for her, because every once in a while facial expressions and body language is even more articulate than words.
Plushies are so very soft, but girlfriends are so much firmer to go with that softness. Homura presses back so enjoyably against her when she's hugged, and being hugged right back means those poor plushies can't come close to the enjoyment she gets while being held in Homura's arms. The love they share is a multiplier of that enjoyment and sweet romantic feelings dazzle Madoka as she's squeezed. Really it's this that she was missing, the affection of one she knows who loves her, that the plushies were acting as a stand in for. Homura has given her something she never even knew she needed, and the affect it's had on her is obvious. She's so much happier now, and that lack of self confidence she once had has been completely erased. If Homura is happy to cuddle her forever and ever Madoka will be happy to take her up on the offer.
Madoka makes a happy sound as Homura's lips pinch her upper lip between them. It slightly hampers kissing but her lips curl upwards at the corners, drawing them a little tighter as she smiles. Madoka's heart flutters in her chest as she feels Homura's tongue press against her lip. Her own is drawn like a magnet, sliding upwards from Homura's bottom lip and pressing past it, finding the tip of Homura's tongue and touching just barely against it.
Madoka shivers again, lifting on her knees a little, arms winding around Homura as she stretches. The scritching at the back of her neck feels so wonderful in those slow, wide motions, and that little taste of tongue is all she needs to want more. She squeezes Homura while rubbing her hands warmly across her back, loosening up her right arm to lift it and pet over the back of Homura's head. Still holding her tightly with her left arm Madoka lifts onto her knees further, tilting her head down as she gains a slight height advantage on Homura, only to press into her with her shoulders.
Carefully she attempts to lay Homura down onto her back, cradling her head and holding her close so she need only relax. If allowed Madoka will settle comfortably on top of her, gravity assisting in the comfortable pressing of their bodies together. Madoka's hand rests behind Homura's head, still holding it gently and petting over her hair, while her other arm squeezes her warmly up into her-- or is she pulling herself down against Homura? Either way they're even closer than before.
And of course given that little taste of Homura's cute tongue Madoka wants more, relaxing her grip on Homura's lower lip to slide her tongue into Homura's mouth, rubbing her tongue sidelong against Homura's and rolling it gently over to taste it, happily letting it dance with her girlfriend's afterwards.
Homura gazes back into Madoka's eyes, those beautiful pink eyes full of love and affection, because there is no better place for her eyes to look. There are some things that words can't adequately express, but Homura's mind is filled with poetry that comes close. An eternity of cuddles is exactly what Homura was promising, and she needs it just as much as Madoka does. To be so in love, could Homura ask for anything more?
A smile might not be a kiss, but coming from Madoka both are cherished. If Homura could make Madoka smile forever, the same way Madoka does for her, then her soul could not be more satisfied. The tips of their tongues touch, and Homura presses in just a little bit more, brushing her tongue against Madoka's and tasting the familiar taste of her beloved.
Madoka begins to shift, and Homura is not inattentive to it, though it takes a moment for Madoka's wishes to become obvious. The scritching continues, since Madoka loves it so much, and Homura's own head is petted so lovingly. She tilts her head back to continue that much needed kiss, making a happy 'mmm' noise as she's pressed into.
Homura takes the hint, and she's all too happy to fulfill the unspoken request. She leans back, a little bit at first, shifting her legs so that her feet move off the edge, and then she shifts them further until they lay straight on the seat, pushing against Madoka's knees. As she lays back, her hair is splayed out behind her, providing just a little bit more cushioning in addition to the hand that is cradling her.
Homura's own arms stay around Madoka, gently tugging her down with Homura. Since Madoka is trying to lay on top of her anyways, Homura's embrace remains close as the two of them press together. Tongues taste one another, dancing and entwining between them, and Homura exhales deeply through her nose, sending her breath over Madoka's skin.
Beautiful purple fills Madoka's vision as Homura meets her gaze, and she can't help but stare into them, large enough to seem to be the entirety of her world. While they're cuddling here together that might as well be true, for there's nothing on Madoka's mind right now other than Homura.
The taste of Homura's tongue is easily recognized, and as tongues brush together it only further encourages Madoka in her actions. It also means she must be more careful, as lip nibbled lip is enjoyable but tooth nibbled tongue isn't near as fun.
Homura shifts and responds to her physical hints and requests, laying back so that Madoka can lie down on top of her. She shifts closer to the back of the seat as Homura shifts her legs up onto it, giving her room to lay more comfortably. Homura's hair spreading out beneath her is so beautiful, and Madoka's eyes peek momentarily away from Homura's to take the glorious view it presents. Had she not already been holding the back of her head surely she wouldn't have been able to resist playing with that fan of black silk.
As Madoka settles herself down the seat makes the soft creaking noise of the leather it's made of, the rustle of their clothes a swishy backdrop to that pleasant sound. Madoka's legs intertwine lightly with Homura's, stocking clad legs resting astride one of Homura's own. The stockings and suit pants have their own interesting friction as they brush against each other, not sliding as easily as two pairs of stockings might but moving more smoothly than two pars of pants. Madoka brushes her leg lightly against one of Homura's to enjoy this specific feeling, though it's only lightly and down near the ankle.
Tongues dance and entwine, and now that they've met and can enjoy the company of it's matched pair Madoka's kissing is once again not quite so insistent and needy, the young pink-haired secretary relishing the moment and soaking everything in. Homura's breath washes over her skin and Madoka makes a happy sound, squirming slowly atop her. She pulls away from the kiss the tiniest bit, just breaking it to utter the name of the beloved one that is so fully occupying her thoughts, "Homura-chan..."
Pink fills Homura's gaze just as purple fills Madoka's, and as relaxed as Homura is she can't help but look at every little detail of those pretty irises. She really could stay here forever, and she would never want to leave.
Homura's teeth avoid Madoka's tongue as well, and her mouth opens up just a bit wider, just to be safe. Also to allow for deeper kissing, naturally. Madoka glances away at Homura's hair, and the corners of Homura's lips curl for a moment, only to straighten themselves out to allow for more kissing.
Now with Madoka comfortably on top of her, Homura adjusts her arms. The lower one shifts to slowly pet Madoka's lower back, while the hand at the back of Madoka's neck gives her hair a loving pat before moving down to rub Madoka's shoulder blades. The touch of that secretary outfit is so nice against her skin, and embracing Madoka is so much more comfortable without the jacket in the way.
Legs intertwine, and Madoka's rub near Homura's ankle. Homura shifts slightly underneath Madoka, hands pressing Madoka closer to her. This is so wonderful a moment, and Homura can't help but enjoy every second shared with her beloved.
Homura's tongue happily plays with Madoka's, lavishing its partner with love and affection. Madoka's kissing may not be so needful anymore, but Homura wants to keep kissing her until she's completely happy.
When Madoka breaks and whispers Homura's name, Homura whispers back, "My little angel."
Her upper arm moves down to join its other, hand gripping Madoka's back for a moment before arms wrap tightly around the girl who so very much belongs in them.
The deeper kissing comes as they lie down together and the smile on Homura's lips draws a soft giggle from Madoka.
Madoka makes a happy sound as her hair is patted, followed by a warm 'mmm' as her shoulder blades are rubbed. As she settles atop Homura her twintails fall down beside her face, resting against her cheeks with fluffy hair brushing over Homura's, framing their faces more than it creates a veil around their heads as Homura's sometimes does; though it certainly could at the length it's at now, were those pigtails to be freed from the confines of Madoka's red ribbons.
Cuddling in suits is fun, but without Homura's jacket it does feel much closer. The tie is amusing, shifting about as they do, though it may get a bit wrinkled in the process. Madoka shifts a little as Homura does, lifting slightly in case she needs to get more comfortable, only to press warmly back down upon her as hands pull her close. That draws a happy sigh from her out through her nose, warming Homura's face as well as her own. It's so lovely to be pulled closer even when they're always so close, and it's all those little signs of love and affection that turn a happy and snuggly moment into a magical one.
More enjoyable kissing, the flavors of their tongues and mouths melding into one. The kiss breaks for a moment, to whisper names and pet names, and when Madoka hears Homura call her her little angel once more she whimpers sweetly, feeling so very loved and adored and cherished. She doesn't know how to express that feeling except through returning the tight squeeze that follows, while pressing a sweet, soft kiss to Homura's lips, soft pink eyes looking deeply into purple.
She parts her lips and lightly tastes Homura's tongue once more, her hand at the back of Homura's head sliding down a little bit, careful to move slowly so her darling's sweet head sets gently down upon the leather seat. Her nails scratch gently as they go, traveling down from the back of her head to it's base, following down the top of her neck before stopping and scritching right at her hair line.
Homura has made her so happy, why not do what she can to make Homura happy as well?
Those lovely, fluffy pink twintails that Homura love so much fall to either side of her, and though her eyes gaze softly at Madoka's she doesn't fail to notice the pink hair moving in her peripheral vision. Not wanting to pull away enough to look, since that would mean breaking the sweet kissing, Homura's hands move up Madoka's back, fingers lightly tracing their way upward until each hand finds a red ribbon and pinches it between thumb and index.
Purple eyes look up into Pink, waiting a moment, tugging lightly at the ribbons as if asking for permission. Then, if it's given, or if no objection is made, the tugging gets just a little bit harder, undoing the ribbon and letting that wonderful pink hair veil their sweet kisses. Homura may not have said it, but she does notice Madoka's longer hair. Is that for her? That's so sweet. Homura will have to thank her.
Whatever gets wrinkled can be straightened up later, and Homura isn't really worried about her tie right now. She wants to enjoy the sweet moment with her girlfriend, and that thought fills Homura's mind and pushes out everything else. The feeling of Madoka's breath against her skin causes Homura's breath to catch, though only for a moment, and her kissing becomes just a little more longing.
After sweet words are exchanged, Homura hears Madoka's cute little whimper and her heart flutters. Kissing continues, softly at first, and then lips part. Homura is all too eager to let their tongues continue where they left off before.
Then Madoka is scritching her at her hairline, and Homura blushes fiercely. It's still her weak point. Her arms around Madoka become just a little tighter, and her hands grip a little bit more.
Madoka's ribbons are pinched and she tilts her head a tiny bit, which actually lends to kissing a little deeper. At the tug on them her eyes sparkle with playfulness and she makes a soft, "Mmhm," of ascent. The ribbons are pulled free and her hair falls down around them, hiding their faces beneath a veil of fluffy pink. Madoka giggles playfully, her hair long enough to pool a little around Homura's face now that it isn't gathered and bound so high on her head. She parts her lips wider so as not to bite Homura's tongue and then shakes her head quickly but in small motions, the fluffy pink strands tickling over Homura's cheeks, chin, and forehead.
At first she wasn't specifically growing her hair out for Homura, but her girlfriends reaction to her extremely long hair when in her Madokami form wasn't hard to notice. She doubts she'll grow it out that long, or even could without magic, but there's no reason to do more than trim it when she can still maintain her trademark twintails by bunching it a little tighter; it even makes them a bit fluffier!
She isn't terribly worried about Homura's tie either, though it is somewhat noticeable as it rests between them, silky smooth against their dress shirts. Madoka's extra tilted head means she can meet the longing in Homura's kissing, pressing her mouth more firmly against her girlfriends and lavishing her warm tongue with love and affection. She suckles on it gently, taking it between her lips to squeeze on it before drawing it into her own mouth, inviting it in to play and be licked and lightly sucked upon.
The fierce blush is far from missed, and Madoka giggles and smiles into the kiss, pressing herself into Homura before wiggling playfully against her. Being gripped tighter and squeezed closer feels wonderful, so is it any wonder Madoka sees it as encouragement. Kissing and cuddling on the bench seat of the company car, Madoka teases her fingers over that sensitive sctiching spot, rubbing with fingertips and teasing a single fingernail around it's perimeter before giving an achingly gentle scratch.
Then, slightly curious for a moment, she pinches the hair there on the very edge of her hairline, both on that spot and around it, between her fingers. Then she gives it a soft tug, being gentle rather than abrupt and offering a magnified feeling of her fingers drawing through her girlfriends long hair. Just in case that was annoying instead of nice she gives another scratch to the sensitive spot.