lots of things, of course. she knows that. not like she was perfect. but, still... hasn't she been through enough already? here she'd been holding out hope that maybe, just maybe, she'd finally gotten something good out of life, and instead she gets stranded in the land of the perverts.
what a crock of shit.
still, not like there's anything to do about it now. her time's almost up, and like hell if she's going to sit around and get her brain fried for it. she knocks at the other magical girl's door - more pounds, really, with the noise she makes - and leans back, saltine firmly between her teeth. ]
She has gone to the grocery store. 200 marks goes quick, so she has only bought necessities. Eggs and rice and butter. Things like that. She has eaten the same thing every day since she got here, and has not tired of it just yet.
She, on her first few days here, had gone for a few walks. Just to familiarize herself with the area. But it felt purposeless. So four days after arrival, she stopped. There is a lot to be practical about here, but Homura wants none of it. The idea of having sex with anyone here is deeply unsettling and she will be obstinate. She does not consider going and doing what is expected of her.
She holds her soul gem ring up to the light and wonders if she should sleep. It's then that Kyouko knocks. She knows it's Kyouko before she even speaks. Who else?
So she gets up slowly and opens the door. She's just wearing a set of pajamas from home, and her hair is a mess. She hasn't bothered to brush it for a few days. ]
the first thing kyouko notices is that the other magical girl looks like hell. her hair is mussed in a way she's not sure she's ever seen - she'd always appeared so calm, so collected back home, that it's a bit unsettling. and before she can ask about it, the thing in her brain kicks in. thoughts and images flood in, and without much of a choice in the matter kyouko finds herself seriously considering just what the other girl would-
the frown on her face sours. she reaches into the pack of saltines, grabbing three more and shoving them into our mouth before saying anything. ]
You look like crap.
[ it's more blunt than she'd even intended, but she's not really in the best state of mind for this sort of thing. ]
[ Homura steps to the side, letting Kyouko in. Her bluntness isn't surprising. Not much about Kyouko so far has been surprising, and she takes a small bit of comfort in that. Among all the unknowns here, there is something familiar.
She'll shut the door behind the other girl and turn to face her. She does not address what she's said and she does not care. She's usually meticulous about that sort of thing. But here, she has no appearance to upkeep. She has no sway or influence. So she lets her hair grow tangled, and she does not apply her light makeup, and she does not change her clothes. It's a miracle she's managed to shower every day.
And she's unaware of any thoughts the microchip is putting into Kyouko's head. She hasn't found much interference herself. ]
Once more: what do you need? You're here for something.
[ kyouko doesn't speak for a moment. too busy chewing the mass of crackers in her mouth. but once she's got that all swallowed down, she turns to face homura, her face less combative and more serious. ]
You got one too, right? [ she taps lightly on her own head, still looking homura straight in the eyes. ] The chip thing.
[ of course. she's not really sure what she was expecting, with a question like that. still, it lets her go on- ]
So what are you gonna do about it? [ she reaches into the pack, taking another saltine. and then talking with her mouth full. ] Not really looking like there's any good ways to work around it. "Reeducation..."
[ tch.
her frown intensifies even as she chews. she glances to homura, back to the saltines, and back to homura again.
[ she's just going to flip the open end back towards herself, then. (really blew your chance this time homura.) she takes a few moments to collect herself, staring down at the half-finished pack of crackers, before speaking again. ]
You know, this place could be worse. [ and hell, she's almost able to believe what she's saying herself. it's - it's shit, yeah. there's no way around it. but here, it's not like they've got much to worry about aside from that. ] No witches to worry about, easy food... it doesn't sound half bad. And - sex is all they want in return, right?
[ that last bit comes out all at once, a nervous sort of laugh as she speaks. it's not like she's any more used to this than homura is, but - she's got to cope somehow, right?
she looks back to homura again. the grin quickly falls off her face, leaving a sort of quiet desperation in its place.
[ This is getting into really uncomfortable territory pretty quickly. She's far from dumb. She understands what she's getting at. But the idea of intimacy freaks Homura out more than she wants to admit. It's telltale in the way she shifts on her feet then looks away; it's obvious in the way she pales very slightly.
She just knows that despite all the trouble they have in this timeline, the lack of real trust... Homura does care about Kyouko. And though she'd honestly be okay-- or so she thinks-- with a reeducation herself, she doesn't want Kyouko to go through that.
So she does force the words out after a moment, even if she feels overwhelmed. ]
[ it's more direct than she was expecting - even from what she's learned of homura akemi, she's not quite expecting that sort of reaction. especially when she's obviously not into the idea. she wants to laugh it off, tell homura to not be an idiot, but - do they really have a choice here? ]
I'm gonna sooner or later. [ and now's sure sounding convenient. as horrible as it is, having homura be her first partner actually sounds fairly acceptable, for reasons she's pretty sure she knows but doesn't want to think about right now.
but... she really doesn't want press her into anything. so she takes a deep breath, amending with a certain urgency to her voice: ] Listen, I'm not trying to ask for any favors here. But I figure we're both going to need to- [ and she actually stumbles on her words, for the first time in the whole conversation ] -we're going to need to find someone. Might as well kill two birds with one stone, right?
[ She sighs, a small silent thing, and turns to walk away. ]
I need to brush my hair. ... My room is the only other door. Wait for me there.
[ That said, she opens and closes the bathroom door behind her. She locks it. This is just another form of survival. Homura has done many terrible things in her struggles to save Madoka. And this is just another trial. She can take the life of someone she cares for-- so, why not this as well?
But there's something about it that makes her want to cry. She does not break down as she pulls the brush through her long hair, but the motion feels mechanical. She feels nearly out of her body, looking down on it, telling it what to do. She doesn't think of herself as innocent or being innocent. But it feels like it's the last thing she had.
This must be a test, she supposes. This surely is just yet another trial. ]
[ but the other girl turns the corner before the words even finish tumbling out of her mouth, and the conversation is over. kyouko balls her hands into fists at her sides, takes a deep breath - fine, then - and moves on.
she enters homura's room without any further fanfare. it's about as spartan as she'd expect, less effort being given to maintaining it than even her own, and she finds herself feeling something close to - not compassion, not remotely, but maybe something near pity. this idiot's letting everything get to her - if she's going to make it through this, she needs to toughen up. (it reminds her of sayaka, a little. and that thought's enough to make her pull out the crackers again. she's not going to think about her if she can help it, here - no point to it.)
she doesn't take a seat on the bed or anything. it would feel weird, wrong - a sign of intimacy rather than efficiency. so she just stands by it, munching on the rapidly dwindling pack of saltines and waiting. ]
[ Homura finishes smoothing out her long hair, but she doesn't move for a while yet. Instead, she looks herself in the mirror. There is very little thought as she does that, just-- a simple surveillance of herself.
Did she get every knot? She did.
But even as she runs her hands through to double check, she's wasting time. There are very few times in Homura Akemi's recent, one-month life where she actively stalls. Every moment is critical. She could be doing something to help herself succeed. There's no point in waiting. There's some sort of humor in how things have changed so drastically, but she doesn't find it very funny.
So she unlocks the door and steps out. One foot in front of the other. And like she does with most things, Homura grits her teeth and gets it over with.
Now in the room, she shuts the door behind her and casually goes to sit down on her bed. ]
[ "well?" what the hell kind of question is that? they're in her bedroom, they're going to - fuck, they're going to fuck on the bed she's sitting on, and she has the nerve to start it off with a "well?" ]
You want me to start this, huh?
[ fine, then. so she finishes the cracker in her mouth, wrapping what's left of the pack up with a surprisingly methodical bent before shoving it in one of her jacket's pockets. and when that's all finished - only then - she moves forward to the bed, grabbing homura's shoulders as she moves to straddle her.
[ Homura expects the aggressive way she starts it off. She leans back, bracing herself, and breathes.
She will not react otherwise. She will look Kyouko in the face-- not the eyes-- and will wait for her to act. This is how it will go the entire time, she thinks, no-- decides. She will be perfectly nonreactive. And she hopes that it won't frustrate Kyouko too much, but she knows that it will. ]
[ kyouko's... not sure what it is she expects. it's not quite the way homura leans back without needing to be pushed, until she's flat on her back and kyouko is looking down at her - even if that's sensible enough. but there's something undeniably familiar about the blank look homura gives her, the way she stares past her instead of at her, and it's infuriating.
she grits her teeth and works on unbuttoning homura's shirt. ]
[ She will let her do that, making no move to help just as she does not move to struggle. It is a thing that has to happen, so she'll passively let it. Her eyes drift to the ceiling and she wonders what Kyouko plans on doing next. She's wearing a sports bra, at least, because they're comfortable-- so the clasp will be in front.
She's apprehensive about that. She hasn't shown her breasts to anyone, not even a doctor, so... ]
[ they're moving quickly. homura's lying there, flushed slightly with her shirt open, and even though homura's very pretty by any traditional sense of the word, kyouko can't feel anything but a sick, burning sort of anger. the other girl can't even look at her? it's not like she wanted this to happen, but she'd thought that maybe, just maybe-
maybe what?
what was she thinking? that they could actually make something out of this? that this was going to be something special, just because it was her "first time?" there's nothing special about this - they're here, stuck in a place that'll punish them for not screwing however often it thinks is appropriate. this is a business agreement, and nothing more.
her hands stop, one midway to the clasp on homura's bra, and ball into fists. after a moment, she moves off of the other girl. ]
Sit up.
[ there's something low and hoarse in her voice as she speaks. she's not really sure she wants to know just what it is. but she does know one thing - there's nothing romantic or nice about any of this. all she has to do - all she should do is get the other girl off, and they're both safe for a while.
that's how you play the system, right? ]
Sit up, dammit! [ when the other girl doesn't respond, she grabs a handful of fabric and pulls her, only sitting back down on the bed once homura's upright again. this time she slides behind the other girl, pulling her close - close enough that homura's back is pressed against her chest - and sliding her fingers into the waistband of the girl's pajamas.
disgusting. thank god homura's not facing her this way - she couldn't look at her eye to eye right now. ]
[ Homura is pulled up, and it's only then that she meets Kyouko's eyes for a brief moment. She's confused. The way she's saying it is weird and she's not sure what to do besides sit there. A simple position change shouldn't be so tense, but-- she supposes all of this is pretty tense. She doesn't really know. She's disconnecting from all of what's happening.
Kyouko slides in behind her and doesn't really wait around long enough for her to get comfortable. If given a moment longer, Homura would have relaxed. It's better to not have to look at her face after all.
It's then that the chip starts to pound some messages into her head: she thinks about what's going to happen next as Kyouko's hand slips into her pants, and can't really stifle the small noise she makes as she presses against the skin of her stomach. It's more a grunt than anything else and a moment where she's interested in this, but that moment passes and she's left again with nothing but the distaste for it all.
She swallows and shifts and stiffens up and looks again at the ceiling. ]
[ the noise homura makes is small, almost insignificant, but it does awful things to her. there's a sort of horrible spiral in her gut and her mind, anger and shame and embarrassment and arousal all swirling together into a single horrible coalescence, and she presses herself against homura's back without quite thinking about it. ]
I-
[ what is there to say? there's no point to trying to ease her into things at this point, giving a warning or anything like that. the sooner they get this done, the sooner it's all over with.
she reaches down, letting her fingers trail across the outside of homura's panties in a single inexperienced motion. ]
[ The press of her body against her back makes her feel a little dizzy. As her hand trails down, though, Homura closes her eyes and breathes slowly through her mouth. Her body is reacting to even just this much-- her hips angle against her hand and she holds the awkward position out of fear she'll move again.
She wants it to be over with, and quickly. Her hands fist in the sleeves of her pjs and she mutters out, voice low and distracted: ]
Please don't draw it out. The sooner this is done, the sooner we don't have to worry.
[ god. it feels like it keeps getting hotter in the room, and even though she's never done this sort of thing before, kyouko's not an idiot. she knows exactly what that means. the sooner this is done, she repeats to herself, and she finally slips her hand past the second layer of fabric.
it's- weird, actually. it's something entirely new, of course; it's not like she's ever done this with another girl, or anyone, really. hell, she doesn't really do this sort of thing to herself. but it's still familiar enough that she's got a general sense of what'll work.
her fingers move in circles, trying not to put on too much pressure, and it doesn't take too long for kyouko to establish a sort of rhythm. ]
[ She's going to reply-- voice tense, voice low-- when Kyouko moves her hand to touch her directly. She really doesn't dawdle. Homura is glad at least for that. This will be over sooner that way.
But the suddenness of it all makes her gasp and the quick rhythm makes it hard to bite back any other noises. But she does manage it. She squeezes her eyes tight and is determined not to move an inch further.
And again, she largely succeeds-- she'll squirm when Kyouko brushes over a particularly sensitive spot, but otherwise there's very little to tell she's getting off. She's just beet red and breathing heavy, stock still and otherwise silent. ]
[ she's getting somewhere, she knows that much - she can mainly tell through homura's breathing. it's heavier than usual, for one thing, but more importantly she's right there in front of her. every labored breath the girl drags in presses her against kyouko; she can literally feel homura breathing against her. but it's still not enough - she needs to do something more if she's going to get this over with.
skin, the thought flies through her mind, your hands on her skin, and even if she's not quite sure whether it came from her own thoughts or not it's enough advice to work with for now. the hand that isn't busy finally moves, kyouko dragging her fingers lightly across whatever skin she can find - homura's stomach, her back, her sides, anything.
hopefully it'll do something. anything to end this, right? ]
[ It really doesn't take much longer for her to come. It's intense and falls over her with no suddenness, rather building up slowly. The hands on her stomach, her sides, her back. It does help. When it finally hits, though, Homura whines a low note and shakes, overcome by (purely bodily) pleasure for just a brief moment.
And she is back to herself the moment after. She removes Kyouko's hand from her pants-- dragging her off by the wrist-- and then she is buttoning up her shirt. As though nothing happened, Homura will stand up. There's a flashing through her mind, then-- the idea that the chip wants her to get Kyouko off too. And she nearly turns to her and says as much before she catches herself. ]
We're done here, then. There's nothing else to do, unless...
[ She guesses she didn't catch herself quite as well as she thought. But she steadies her quiet voice and turns to face Kyouko. ]
... You can go, if you like. Or you can stay and eat something. I don't care.
kyouko's breath catches in her throat as homura comes, and she buries her face into the cleft between homura's neck and shoulder as it happens. she knows homura's going to push her away soon, and that's fine - this isn't about romance or anything like that. all she knows is that she needs to feel as much of homura as she can for what little time she's got. (is that the chip? she's not entirely sure at this point. it just- feels right, that's all.)
and then, entirely as expected, homura is finished with the whole ordeal. she lets the other girl handle her fairly roughly, pulling her hand back with only the slightest defiance behind it, but she doesn't stand up yet. her mind is a bit too caught on homura's words - unless? unless what? what reason would homura have to want her to stay right now?
she swallows down the lump in her throat, licks her lips, and says in the steadiest tones her husky voice can manage- ]
Whaddya got?
[ it doesn't matter what the chip's saying right now. hell, it doesn't matter what her own damn body thinks homura's reasons might be. you don't waste food when it's offered. ]
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lots of things, of course. she knows that. not like she was perfect. but, still... hasn't she been through enough already? here she'd been holding out hope that maybe, just maybe, she'd finally gotten something good out of life, and instead she gets stranded in the land of the perverts.
what a crock of shit.
still, not like there's anything to do about it now. her time's almost up, and like hell if she's going to sit around and get her brain fried for it. she knocks at the other magical girl's door - more pounds, really, with the noise she makes - and leans back, saltine firmly between her teeth. ]
Oi. You in there?
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She has gone to the grocery store. 200 marks goes quick, so she has only bought necessities. Eggs and rice and butter. Things like that. She has eaten the same thing every day since she got here, and has not tired of it just yet.
She, on her first few days here, had gone for a few walks. Just to familiarize herself with the area. But it felt purposeless. So four days after arrival, she stopped. There is a lot to be practical about here, but Homura wants none of it. The idea of having sex with anyone here is deeply unsettling and she will be obstinate. She does not consider going and doing what is expected of her.
She holds her soul gem ring up to the light and wonders if she should sleep. It's then that Kyouko knocks. She knows it's Kyouko before she even speaks. Who else?
So she gets up slowly and opens the door. She's just wearing a set of pajamas from home, and her hair is a mess. She hasn't bothered to brush it for a few days. ]
What do you need?
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the first thing kyouko notices is that the other magical girl looks like hell. her hair is mussed in a way she's not sure she's ever seen - she'd always appeared so calm, so collected back home, that it's a bit unsettling. and before she can ask about it, the thing in her brain kicks in. thoughts and images flood in, and without much of a choice in the matter kyouko finds herself seriously considering just what the other girl would-
the frown on her face sours. she reaches into the pack of saltines, grabbing three more and shoving them into our mouth before saying anything. ]
You look like crap.
[ it's more blunt than she'd even intended, but she's not really in the best state of mind for this sort of thing. ]
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She'll shut the door behind the other girl and turn to face her. She does not address what she's said and she does not care. She's usually meticulous about that sort of thing. But here, she has no appearance to upkeep. She has no sway or influence. So she lets her hair grow tangled, and she does not apply her light makeup, and she does not change her clothes. It's a miracle she's managed to shower every day.
And she's unaware of any thoughts the microchip is putting into Kyouko's head. She hasn't found much interference herself. ]
Once more: what do you need? You're here for something.
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You got one too, right? [ she taps lightly on her own head, still looking homura straight in the eyes. ] The chip thing.
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Of course. We all do.
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So what are you gonna do about it? [ she reaches into the pack, taking another saltine. and then talking with her mouth full. ] Not really looking like there's any good ways to work around it. "Reeducation..."
[ tch.
her frown intensifies even as she chews. she glances to homura, back to the saltines, and back to homura again.
and then she holds out the open pack. ]
Want any?
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No. I'm not hungry.
I don't want to be reeducated either.
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[ she's just going to flip the open end back towards herself, then. (really blew your chance this time homura.) she takes a few moments to collect herself, staring down at the half-finished pack of crackers, before speaking again. ]
You know, this place could be worse. [ and hell, she's almost able to believe what she's saying herself. it's - it's shit, yeah. there's no way around it. but here, it's not like they've got much to worry about aside from that. ] No witches to worry about, easy food... it doesn't sound half bad. And - sex is all they want in return, right?
[ that last bit comes out all at once, a nervous sort of laugh as she speaks. it's not like she's any more used to this than homura is, but - she's got to cope somehow, right?
she looks back to homura again. the grin quickly falls off her face, leaving a sort of quiet desperation in its place.
you get what i'm trying to say, right? ]
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She just knows that despite all the trouble they have in this timeline, the lack of real trust... Homura does care about Kyouko. And though she'd honestly be okay-- or so she thinks-- with a reeducation herself, she doesn't want Kyouko to go through that.
So she does force the words out after a moment, even if she feels overwhelmed. ]
Do you need help? Preventing that.
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I'm gonna sooner or later. [ and now's sure sounding convenient. as horrible as it is, having homura be her first partner actually sounds fairly acceptable, for reasons she's pretty sure she knows but doesn't want to think about right now.
but... she really doesn't want press her into anything. so she takes a deep breath, amending with a certain urgency to her voice: ] Listen, I'm not trying to ask for any favors here. But I figure we're both going to need to- [ and she actually stumbles on her words, for the first time in the whole conversation ] -we're going to need to find someone. Might as well kill two birds with one stone, right?
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I need to brush my hair. ... My room is the only other door. Wait for me there.
[ That said, she opens and closes the bathroom door behind her. She locks it. This is just another form of survival. Homura has done many terrible things in her struggles to save Madoka. And this is just another trial. She can take the life of someone she cares for-- so, why not this as well?
But there's something about it that makes her want to cry. She does not break down as she pulls the brush through her long hair, but the motion feels mechanical. She feels nearly out of her body, looking down on it, telling it what to do. She doesn't think of herself as innocent or being innocent. But it feels like it's the last thing she had.
This must be a test, she supposes. This surely is just yet another trial. ]
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[ but the other girl turns the corner before the words even finish tumbling out of her mouth, and the conversation is over. kyouko balls her hands into fists at her sides, takes a deep breath - fine, then - and moves on.
she enters homura's room without any further fanfare. it's about as spartan as she'd expect, less effort being given to maintaining it than even her own, and she finds herself feeling something close to - not compassion, not remotely, but maybe something near pity. this idiot's letting everything get to her - if she's going to make it through this, she needs to toughen up. (it reminds her of sayaka, a little. and that thought's enough to make her pull out the crackers again. she's not going to think about her if she can help it, here - no point to it.)
she doesn't take a seat on the bed or anything. it would feel weird, wrong - a sign of intimacy rather than efficiency. so she just stands by it, munching on the rapidly dwindling pack of saltines and waiting. ]
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Did she get every knot? She did.
But even as she runs her hands through to double check, she's wasting time. There are very few times in Homura Akemi's recent, one-month life where she actively stalls. Every moment is critical. She could be doing something to help herself succeed. There's no point in waiting. There's some sort of humor in how things have changed so drastically, but she doesn't find it very funny.
So she unlocks the door and steps out. One foot in front of the other. And like she does with most things, Homura grits her teeth and gets it over with.
Now in the room, she shuts the door behind her and casually goes to sit down on her bed. ]
Well?
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You want me to start this, huh?
[ fine, then. so she finishes the cracker in her mouth, wrapping what's left of the pack up with a surprisingly methodical bent before shoving it in one of her jacket's pockets. and when that's all finished - only then - she moves forward to the bed, grabbing homura's shoulders as she moves to straddle her.
god, this is going to be weird. ]
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She will not react otherwise. She will look Kyouko in the face-- not the eyes-- and will wait for her to act. This is how it will go the entire time, she thinks, no-- decides. She will be perfectly nonreactive. And she hopes that it won't frustrate Kyouko too much, but she knows that it will. ]
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she grits her teeth and works on unbuttoning homura's shirt. ]
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She's apprehensive about that. She hasn't shown her breasts to anyone, not even a doctor, so... ]
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maybe what?
what was she thinking? that they could actually make something out of this? that this was going to be something special, just because it was her "first time?" there's nothing special about this - they're here, stuck in a place that'll punish them for not screwing however often it thinks is appropriate. this is a business agreement, and nothing more.
her hands stop, one midway to the clasp on homura's bra, and ball into fists. after a moment, she moves off of the other girl. ]
Sit up.
[ there's something low and hoarse in her voice as she speaks. she's not really sure she wants to know just what it is. but she does know one thing - there's nothing romantic or nice about any of this. all she has to do - all she should do is get the other girl off, and they're both safe for a while.
that's how you play the system, right? ]
Sit up, dammit! [ when the other girl doesn't respond, she grabs a handful of fabric and pulls her, only sitting back down on the bed once homura's upright again. this time she slides behind the other girl, pulling her close - close enough that homura's back is pressed against her chest - and sliding her fingers into the waistband of the girl's pajamas.
disgusting. thank god homura's not facing her this way - she couldn't look at her eye to eye right now. ]
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Kyouko slides in behind her and doesn't really wait around long enough for her to get comfortable. If given a moment longer, Homura would have relaxed. It's better to not have to look at her face after all.
It's then that the chip starts to pound some messages into her head: she thinks about what's going to happen next as Kyouko's hand slips into her pants, and can't really stifle the small noise she makes as she presses against the skin of her stomach. It's more a grunt than anything else and a moment where she's interested in this, but that moment passes and she's left again with nothing but the distaste for it all.
She swallows and shifts and stiffens up and looks again at the ceiling. ]
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I-
[ what is there to say? there's no point to trying to ease her into things at this point, giving a warning or anything like that. the sooner they get this done, the sooner it's all over with.
she reaches down, letting her fingers trail across the outside of homura's panties in a single inexperienced motion. ]
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She wants it to be over with, and quickly. Her hands fist in the sleeves of her pjs and she mutters out, voice low and distracted: ]
Please don't draw it out. The sooner this is done, the sooner we don't have to worry.
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[ god. it feels like it keeps getting hotter in the room, and even though she's never done this sort of thing before, kyouko's not an idiot. she knows exactly what that means. the sooner this is done, she repeats to herself, and she finally slips her hand past the second layer of fabric.
it's- weird, actually. it's something entirely new, of course; it's not like she's ever done this with another girl, or anyone, really. hell, she doesn't really do this sort of thing to herself. but it's still familiar enough that she's got a general sense of what'll work.
her fingers move in circles, trying not to put on too much pressure, and it doesn't take too long for kyouko to establish a sort of rhythm. ]
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But the suddenness of it all makes her gasp and the quick rhythm makes it hard to bite back any other noises. But she does manage it. She squeezes her eyes tight and is determined not to move an inch further.
And again, she largely succeeds-- she'll squirm when Kyouko brushes over a particularly sensitive spot, but otherwise there's very little to tell she's getting off. She's just beet red and breathing heavy, stock still and otherwise silent. ]
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skin, the thought flies through her mind, your hands on her skin, and even if she's not quite sure whether it came from her own thoughts or not it's enough advice to work with for now. the hand that isn't busy finally moves, kyouko dragging her fingers lightly across whatever skin she can find - homura's stomach, her back, her sides, anything.
hopefully it'll do something. anything to end this, right? ]
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And she is back to herself the moment after. She removes Kyouko's hand from her pants-- dragging her off by the wrist-- and then she is buttoning up her shirt. As though nothing happened, Homura will stand up. There's a flashing through her mind, then-- the idea that the chip wants her to get Kyouko off too. And she nearly turns to her and says as much before she catches herself. ]
We're done here, then. There's nothing else to do, unless...
[ She guesses she didn't catch herself quite as well as she thought. But she steadies her quiet voice and turns to face Kyouko. ]
... You can go, if you like. Or you can stay and eat something. I don't care.
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kyouko's breath catches in her throat as homura comes, and she buries her face into the cleft between homura's neck and shoulder as it happens. she knows homura's going to push her away soon, and that's fine - this isn't about romance or anything like that. all she knows is that she needs to feel as much of homura as she can for what little time she's got. (is that the chip? she's not entirely sure at this point. it just- feels right, that's all.)
and then, entirely as expected, homura is finished with the whole ordeal. she lets the other girl handle her fairly roughly, pulling her hand back with only the slightest defiance behind it, but she doesn't stand up yet. her mind is a bit too caught on homura's words - unless? unless what? what reason would homura have to want her to stay right now?
she swallows down the lump in her throat, licks her lips, and says in the steadiest tones her husky voice can manage- ]
Whaddya got?
[ it doesn't matter what the chip's saying right now. hell, it doesn't matter what her own damn body thinks homura's reasons might be. you don't waste food when it's offered. ]