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Mami's heart raced and she and Madoka stepped into her small, sparse apartment. She couldn't remember the last time someone other than herself had stepped through that door. Since her parents' deaths, distant relatives supported her financially, but she could barely picture their faces. For so long, she had been alone.
Madoka glanced around, touching the silver ring around her finger. "Do you really live here all by yourself?"
"It's not much, but please, make yourself at home," Mami said, trying to smile. "I'll prepare some tea."
"Thank you, Mami-san." Madoka sat down at the glass table. "I could never imagine living by myself."
The tea didn't take long to prepare, and once finished, Mami carefully poured two cups and set both down on the table. She sat across from Madoka, trying to avoid Madoka's eyes. It had only been a few days since Madoka had become a magical girl, and already new, unfamiliar feelings filled Mami's heart. She wasn't alone. Madoka wasn't like Sakura Kyouko. This time, things would work out.
Madoka raised the teacup to her lips, taking a careful sip, and Mami couldn't help but stare at those lips. "Mm, delicious!" she exclaimed.
Mami swallowed dryly. In the light of the setting sun, Madoka almost appeared divine. "Kaname-san, aren't you scared?"
Madoka set down her cup, and Mami caught the faint tremble of her hands. "A little, yes. But the idea of you fighting all alone - that scared me even more."
"I've been fighting alone for a long time."
Madoka fidgeted under Mami's gaze. "Why can't magical girls work together…?" she asked, her voice a whisper.
A sigh slipped from Mami's lips. There were many reasons, she supposed - too few Grief Seeds to go around, that those with strong enough personalities to survive as magical girls were both stubborn and arrogant, that too few magical girls truly understood what they were wishing for. It was a thankless life, being a magical girl, but Mami had wished to live, and thus she was determined to survive, no matter what. "That is a difficult question to answer," she said finally.
"I wish we could all be friends," Madoka replied with a faint smile.
Mami traced the rim of her teacup with her index finger, feeling the warmth from the liquid. Madoka likely meant Akemi Homura, that new transfer student. She was a mysterious girl, and not even Kyubey remembered making a contract with her. Mami bit her lip; whenever she was around Homura, feelings of guilt rose up from deep within her, guilt that she couldn't understand. "Magical girls are a willful group," she began to say, pushing such thoughts of Homura and Kyouko from her mind, "but at least the two of us have each other."
"Right!" Madoka smiled brightly, reaching across the table to clasp Mami's hands between hers. "I'll always be by your side, no matter what! I promise!"
Mami's heart skipped a beat. Whenever Madoka stared at her so earnestly, so adoringly, she found herself at a loss for words. They hadn't known each other very long, but already she had lost count of how many times they had saved each other. With Madoka now a fellow magical girl, no longer did Mami dread nightfall. In the blink of an eye, she closed the distance between herself and Madoka and pressed their lips together.
Madoka's cheeks were a deep crimson as she raised a shaking hand to touch her lips. "M-Mami-san?"
"You've done so much for me, Kaname-san," Mami said as she reached out a hand to touch Madoka's face. Her heart raced, but she willed her voice to remain even. "Let me do something for you, as your sempai."
Again that adoring smile came upon Madoka's lips, and all Mami wanted to do was kiss her again. "Yes, please…!"
Mami took Madoka's hand into hers and led Madoka to her bedroom. Once the door was closed - an odd gesture, Mami thought, as she lived alone, but leaving it open simply didn't feel right - their lips were together again, kissing until they were out of breath. Mami's hands found their way under Madoka's clothes, feeling that warm, smooth skin. Madoka was such a beautiful girl, and the more they fought together, the more Mami was drawn to her. Being a magical girl was a thankless job, but Mami could at least do this much for Madoka.
With clumsy hands Mami and Madoka began to remove each other's clothing. Mami had fantasized about other girls like this, grateful that her body could still feel at least that small amount of pleasure. But she could never forget that they were merely fantasies, especially as one by one other magical girls left her behind. Now, as Madoka's gentle hands explored her body, she feared she was only dreaming.
Yet a smile tugged at her lips. If she was only dreaming, then she hoped never to wake.
Arousal filled Mami, far stronger than the pleasure she had granted herself in the past. With each piece of clothing she removed from Madoka, Mami kissed the newly exposed skin, the taste sweet on her lips. A kiss to Madoka's chest as Mami removed her bra, or a kiss to her hip as Mami tugged off underwear. The more of Madoka's body she exposed, the greater her own desire became.
Her body finally nude, Madoka fell back onto Mami's bed, and Mami, equally nude, stared down at Madoka beneath her, and her breath caught in her throat. Madoka was beautiful and radiant, her smile both gentle and inviting. Her skin was fair and soft, free of any marring or scars. Slowly Mami reached out a hand to touch Madoka's modest breasts, and Madoka giggled beneath her touch.
"Mine aren't anything like yours," she said, her cheeks reddening as her eyes trailed to Mami's breasts.
Her own cheeks blushing, Mami lowered her face to the juncture of Madoka's neck and shoulder. "You're beautiful too, Kaname-san," she whispered, her lips brushing against Madoka's skin.
Madoka only giggled again, and she slipped her fingers beneath Mami's chin to lift her face, and their lips met for another kiss.
As they kissed, Mami shifted so that her body was on top of Madoka's, feeling that soft skin against her own. Breasts to breasts, belly to belly, hips together and legs entangled - just feeling another person this close to her was almost enough to send Mami over the edge. Madoka's hands explored her back, fingers running along the length of her spine, and she slipped her tongue past Madoka's parted lips. Never in her most private fantasies had she ever imagined that simply holding another person like this would feel so good. She shut her eyes tightly, holding back tears. Madoka really had saved her, in more ways than one.
"Kaname-san," Mami said breathlessly, "do you trust me?"
Madoka smiled, her cheeks flushed and her gaze vibrant. "Of course, Mami-san."
Encouraged, Mami slid one hand further down and between Madoka's thighs. In this sense, she wasn't that much more experienced than Madoka, but during lonely nights she had found comfort in pleasuring herself, and now she wished to share that pleasure with her beloved Madoka. As she slipped a finger into Madoka, she also lowered her face to kiss Madoka's throat, and Madoka let out a low, sweet moan.
Already Madoka was wet, her arousal warm against Mami's hand, and carefully Mami slid her fingers back and forth, teasing Madoka's clit as she slid in and out of her. Madoka's body trembled beneath hers, and she kissed whatever skin of Madoka's her lips could reach. Such soft skin, and the taste was both sweet and salty on Mami's lips. For her part, Madoka's hands found Mami's breasts and squeezed tightly, and Mami couldn't help but moan against Madoka's skin.
In response, Mami pressed her face into Madoka's cleavage and began kissing her breasts, and soft giggles slipped from Madoka's lips. Mami slid another finger into Madoka, savoring the feel of Madoka so tight around her, and Madoka threw her head back as her body quivered. Mami chuckled, planting a kiss on one of Madoka's pert nipples. "Goodness, Kaname-san, have you never done this to yourself before?" she said, her voice low and teasing. "Well then, I'm honored to be your first."
"M-Mami… sempai…" Madoka moaned. She tried to say more, but her entire body squirmed and her thighs were clamped tight around Mami's hand.
Well now, that was a pleasant sound to her ears, Mami thought to herself. She pressed in deeper, quickening her rhythm. The closer Madoka came, the more of her Mami kissed over and over. The feel of Madoka's skin against her lips, the scent and the taste - Mami longed for all of it. To kiss Madoka's body like this truly was a dream come true.
Madoka came with a cry, pleasure shuddering throughout her body. She held Mami tightly, and again Mami kissed her lips, savoring the taste. As Madoka calmed, Mami carefully pulled her into a tender embrace, the two of them simply lying on Mami's bed in the afterglow. Mami's heart still raced, and she felt Madoka's heart against her chest as well. They were both alive, and Mami was no longer alone.
"Kaname-san," Mami whispered against Madoka's hair. "Thank you."
Madoka giggled, that gentle giggle that was like music to Mami's ears. "I should be the one thanking you."
Mami smiled as she tilted Madoka's chin upwards, and kissed her yet again.