3. I just wanna be with you!

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[repeats]

( So Mami... Homerun's noticed your mamis

and she has to confess she really likes them. )

Tomoe Mami.

( Do the creep. )

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( All her life, it seems, Homura has been waiting. Waiting for someone to love, who will love her in spite of herself - first in spite of her inferiority, her unworthiness, and then in spite of the walls, the distance she's cultivated between herself and anyone who might care enough to try. Not since her wish, so naïve and so long ago, when she held blind faith that with the power of a Puella Magi she could do anything, has she felt so close to finally, finally being able to rest, to close her fingers around those high hopes and hold them close. And it's Mami who's lifted her up, allowed her to touch such precious things

[headedforhope]

[Mami finds herself falling in love with the tight feel of Homura's fingers, first. There's a pressing reality in them as they burn into her back, telling her more concretely than words could ever hope to that this is real. This precious hope she's finally found, can at last hold- and the embrace is being returned. She gives another squeeze, breathing in deep and slow. The old paranoia, the scabbed over scars of mistrust, well- they lurk in the corners of her mind but are denied a voice. A low murmuring in Homura's ear to show that she heard, and believes.

That promise rings in her head and lends courage to her fingers. Mami pulls back just slightly, bringing up a hand to cup Homura's face. The other girl's cheek fits easily into the curve of her palm, like a dream.]

I...

[She's overcome with the need to touch, to bury herself in another's closeness until all memory of cold distance and cutting words and careful lies are reduced to a dim and formless haze. And now her mouth works as she tries to drum up the words to match the hot,

[repeats]

( The touch against her face, so soft and gentle, is enough to break Homura's heart in the best of ways. It is as if she's being pulled apart delicately at the seams until she spills out against the stars, then sewn back together until she resembles a person again. She presses into it, pulling strength from the warmth of the other girl's fingers, and simply sees, lets herself see without the blinders, without the tunnel vision, the singular focus on Madoka, that has carried her through each timeline

[headedforhope]

[In a way, that's completely fitting. It was never Homura who led to begin with; since all those timelines ago when this first began, that duty was Mami's. She was the teacher, the more experienced fighter, the calming hand, the wing to be taken under. That in and of itself was a constant to span each ill-fated repetition, just as Madoka's kindness was.

And now, instead of leaving her lonely or dead or broken, that ability to take the first step when others won't will give her the courage to grasp what she wants in both hands. She doesn't know just what she's doing, either- not quite. But Mami knows enough.

With a bright smile and a heart fit to burst, she leans in. Closing the last inch of physical distance between them, pressing her mouth to Homura's.]

[repeats]

( For all that she's grown, changed over time, Homura has always viewed Mami as her superior, her mentor, as someone to look up to. Even after she'd seen more and more sides of her, learned that she was more human than she let on, Homura felt an attachment to her, a desire to be close to her. She had cut herself off from Mami, from Madoka, from everyone she had cared about, in order to fulfill her promise, to make her real wish come true.

But it had failed - she had failed - again and again, and so this time, for once, Homura has allowed herself something she wants. Perhaps, she thinks, as Mami's mouth finally touches her own, it is also what she needs

[headedforhope]

[Above everything else, this is warm. The heat of their mouths blooms in her chest and fills Mami with a sensation she's become a stranger to- that of being wanted, of being fulfilled. Because she can feel Homura respond, welcome the touch where before there had always only been aloof mistrust.

She's breathless when the kiss ends, and can't bear to pull away entirely; their foreheads rest against each other's, a second meeting of skin on skin.]

[repeats]

( The kiss ends, but their contact doesn't, and Homura breathes relief into the space between them. Her fingers move, tracing paths of gentle fire along the softness of Mami's skin. They cannot stay in this moment forever, Homura knows, but it is all right. She will carry the memory of it for the rest of her life, whatever happens next.

She pulls back, but does not remove her hands from Mami's face, gaze intense. A sudden welling of fear flashes across her features, before it is pushed back, banished by the feel of Mami's warmth against her hands, the pleasant buzz that lingers on her lips. She still fears, but it is a distant, hollow thing, no longer so heavy and pressing, no longer as immediate as it had been before.

She remembers what has happened in timelines before, to Mami, to the others, and she is hesitant to explain, to spill the secrets she's had to keep close. But tonight has made her brave, and so she will try. ) Mami-san... I... There's so much...

[headedforhope]

[A quiet, warm chuckle, and the pressing of one finger to Homura's lips:]

It's all right.

[A pause, the color high in her cheeks. There's an intense, piercing look in her eyes as she carves this into her mind, commits Homura's face and touch to memory. No matter what happens after this, she'll have that, and it'll bring her comfort. She won't let it hurt.]

....we have time to find our words.

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( Homura's eyes go wide at that, and then soft, relieved. She sighs against Mami's fingertip, relieved that she seems to understand.

She, too, will keep this moment, Mami's face, in her mind, carry it with her through however many lifetimes she must live.

She drops her hands to capture Mami's own, looks away, up to the darkening sky. There is time. She will make it, if she must, out of thin air. ) Walk with me.

[headedforhope]

[She gently squeezes Homura's hand, simply reveling in the closeness.] Of course.