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Chapter List
- 1-By Your Side
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Takes place after both Nighttime Hunger and Sweet Revenge, and follows the same timeline as the previous two. Neither is required reading in order to enjoy this story. The scene in the beginning and the title are based around an image from danbooru of Kyouko holding on to Mami from behind and kissing the back of her neck. The text has been translated to "I want to stay by your side" by a user on danbooru. It was the image that sparked most of the idea from this fic. I just built upon it. Enjoy.

Kyouko wrapped her arms around Mami, pulling her close. “I want to stay by your side,” she murmured softly as she kissed the back of Mami’s neck. She nuzzled, closing her eyes. So close. So close and she had nearly lost everything. She’d been foolish and stubborn, provoking Mami even as her heart told her not to. She was ashamed of her actions, and now it appeared as though it was too late to make amends.

Mami shivered at the touch of Kyouko’s lips, wrapping her arms tighter about herself, attempting to cover herself. The white shirt had slipped beyond her shoulders, and her arms were the only thing keeping it from falling further. She closed her eyes, willing the tears not to fall, feeling them welling up anyway. She wouldn’t cry. She couldn’t cry. Not now. “I…” she was at a loss for words. Her mind was empty of coherent thought, and all she could think of was the way Kyouko’s arms made her feel. She grabbed on to that feeling and held tightly.

“I’ll get the hint if you, you know, don’t want anything to do with me.” Kyouko squeezed tightly. She prayed that Mami wouldn’t push her away. She wanted to stay. Just a moment more. That’s all she needed. A moment. She could fix this. It could be done. Or not. She wasn’t sure. Everything she tried only seemed to upset Mami even more.

That’s all it took. Mami felt the tears slipping down her cheeks, and a choked sob crossed her lips. She raised a hand, covering her mouth. All the while, Kyouko kissed her neck and shoulders. “Kyouko…”

“I’m going to go, Mami. I love you,” whispered Kyouko softly into her ear. Slowly, she released her grip around the older girl. It was painful to let go, but she did it and turned away, not looking back. She couldn’t bear to see the look on Mami’s face. She couldn’t bear to see the tears and the pain, pain that she had caused. She had hurt the one person that she cared for, more than anything.

She tried to ignore the pain in her chest. This would be for the best for now. She couldn’t force Mami to do anything. The closer to the door she came, the harder it became, but she steeled herself. Every muscle in her body screamed at her to turn around, and she fought against her heart. She was more than capable than handling something like this. Rejection was nothing new. It just stung more when it came from someone she loved.

A hand gripped her arm suddenly and she stopped short. She wanted to speak, to say something, but she had no words. And so she waited, patiently. Waited to see if it was something good, or if it would be the final straw.

“You can’t go. I don’t want you to go, Kyouko. Please. Please don’t go.” Kyouko didn’t have to turn around to hear the despair in Mami’s voice or know that the tears fell freely now. As much as her body urged her to turn around and stop waiting, she waited, fighting the urge.

“Mami, I—“

Mami jerked Kyouko around to face her, kissing Kyouko hard. She couldn’t convey her feelings in words, couldn’t bring herself to attempt to try. She feared she would mangle and mash them together. She needed Kyouko to see, needed her to know that she didn’t want her to go.

Kyouko felt her hands rise in protest as a defense mechanism, but she slowly lowered them. Her hands drifted to Mami’s side, and she hesitantly rested them there at first, unsure as to how Mami would react. When Mami made no move to push her hands aside, she pulled her closer, removing the gap that had stood between them. Something seemed different this time. Something she couldn’t figure out.

“Mami,” Kyouko said between kisses as she tried to catch her breath. "Mami."

But Mami never answered her with words.

Kyouko moved slowly, guiding Mami backwards. She didn’t rush, wanting to make sure that Mami didn’t want to stop. As Mami’s legs brushed against the back of the bed, Kyouko paused once more. When she found no resistance, she gently guided Mami to the bed. They broke the kiss between them, resettling themselves upon the bed. Kyouko looked into Mami’s eyes, and smiled. Mami’s face was red and blotchy from crying, but her eyes did not show sadness.

Instead, she raised a hand and rested it against Kyouko’s cheek. Kyouko turned her head and kissed it before Mami pulled her down once more. She settled her weight upon the girl, their bodies molding together. She began by kissing Mami again, running a hand through Mami’s hair. It framed Mami’s face, the large spiral curls on either side washed away in the shower. Soft to the touch, it smelled of lavender. Kyouko couldn’t resist inhaling deeply as she moved to kiss Mami’s neck.

Her lips traveled downward, moving across the pale, exposed skin. The blouse was merely a hindrance now, but Kyouko waited. It wasn’t time. Not yet. She tickled Mami’s skin with feather light kisses, slowly moving along her collarbone. Beneath her, Mami twitched every now and then, instinctively pulling back when Kyouko kissed a particularly sensitive spot.

Kyouko eventually caught on, and grinned mischievously. “I can play that game,” she whispered teasingly into Mami’s ear.

“Kyouko, I—“

The words faded as Kyouko began search for the sensitive spots along Mami’s collarbone. Every time she found a new spot, Mami would elicit soft sounds. This prompted Kyouko to tease with her tongue. She rolled it lazily in circles over the spot, sometimes tracing random patterns. Then she pulled away, and blew lightly, grinning triumphantly as Mami tried to escape.

Mami, of course, had her own ideas. Kyouko’s teasing was pleasurable, but she wanted to have her own fun as well. While Kyouko was busy, she tried to force herself to focus. Her hands moved forward, and rested on Kyouko’s waist. She slipped her fingers under the edges of Kyouko’s shirt, lightly running her nails across Kyouko’s backside.

Immediately, Kyouko’s head shot up. She arched her back and glared down at Mami, who only smiled back nonchalantly. “What’d you do that for?!” she demanded.

“That? I wanted to,” answered Mami as she feigned innocence. She did it again for good measure.

“Fuck…” hissed Kyouko through clenched teeth. Perhaps Mami was not the innocent girl she thought she’d be. Then again, Mami was easily able to tease. Her Puella Magi ribbons pretty much guaranteed that one. Kyouko had always wondered if ribbons had become her weapon because she secretly had a fetish for tying people up.

Mami’s fingers traveled slowly over Kyouko’s spine before she gently raked them back down, causing Kyouko to arch once more. “You’re like a cat when you do that you know,” she whispered softly.

“You didn’t just call me a cat did you?” Kyouko glared. “I’m not a damn cat.”

“I did. And you are when you arch like that.”

“I’ll show you a cat…” Fingers deftly searched for the front of Mami’s blouse. Kyouko fought the urge to simply rip the shirt the rest of the way open. Sure, she’d get what she wanted faster, but the thought of what Mami’s face might look like as buttons flew everywhere doused that idea. She wasn’t going to learn how to sew either to fix it.

Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned Mami’s shirt. It shouldn’t be so hard to slip a button through a slit in a shirt. She shouldn’t be nervous. Why was she nervous? She hadn’t been nervous the last time she’d unbuttoned one of Mami’s shirts. She had fumbled with the buttons, but she hadn’t felt this way.

“Here…” Mami whispered, reaching up. She gently pushed Kyouko’s trembling fingers to the side and calmly finished the job that Kyouko had started.

“Thanks,” Kyouko mumbled. She made no move finish removing Mami’s shirt. She rested her arms on the bed, hands clenched into fists. Her eyes were not focused on Mami, but on the headboard of the bed in front of her.

“Kyouko?” called Mami.

Kyouko didn’t answer. The only movement she made was to clench and unclench her fists. I don’t know if I should be doing this.

Mami propped herself up on her elbows before reaching up and directing Kyouko to look at her. “Hey… what’s wrong?” she asked softly. Kyouko looked down at her and she saw the uncertainty in Kyouko’s crimson eyes.

“I don’t… I don’t know if I should be doing this… if we should be doing this.”

“We don’t have to do anything, Kyouko, especially if you’re not comfortable.”

“But you want to and I want you to be happy and—“ She couldn’t disappoint Mami. She didn’t want to, and certainly not now, not after everything that had happened today. She didn’t even know much about what to do. Sure, she could do the same things she had used as revenge, but then what?

A finger upon her lips interrupted her. “Kyouko, I am happy. I’m happy with just being with you. Of course this would make me happy, but it’s not the thing that makes me happy.”

“Then what is?”

Mami laughed softly. “You. You’re the one thing that makes me happy. As long as I have you, regardless of the ups and downs, I’m happy.” Mami leaned forward and kissed Kyouko softly. She pulled away slowly. “This can all wait. Come lay with me then.”

Kyouko, however, did not move. She looked down at Mami, and then repositioned herself upon her knees. Her hands reached for the edges of Mami’s shirt, which she pulled open to reveal the plain white bra. Unlike before, she did not tease Mami about her breasts. She ran her fingers over the thin cotton fabric, feeling the nipples become more defined. As she continued, she heard the soft hitch in Mami’s breathing. The sound was encouraging to her, and she soon felt the urge to remove the barrier the fabric provided. She wanted to touch the smooth skin and run her fingers over it. She wanted to kiss and massage the sensitive spots, if only to continue hearing Mami’s breath catch again.

The desire fueled her courage, and she reached out. As though reading her mind, Mami rose a few inches off the bed, allowing Kyouko access to the clasp of her bra. Mami had said no more about Kyouko and what they were doing. She knew that Kyouko would not be doing this if she were uncomfortable.

Her fingers fumbled with the clasp, made harder since she couldn’t see what she was doing. Her fingers slipped and she growled in frustration. After one unsuccessful attempt, she unlatched the bra and slid it off of Mami’s shoulders. The bra was tossed to the side. Kyouko stared down at Mami’s chest, and Mami blushed, feeling self-conscious. She moved her arms to cover her chest.

“No, don’t do that,” whispered Kyouko. “Lemme look.”

“It’s reflex.” She watched as Kyouko leaned forward, kissing each nipple. “I’ve never… shown anyone else.”

Kyouko cocked a grin. “’Course not. You’re not that sort of girl.” She placed her mouth over one and swirled her tongue, watching the reaction on Mami’s face. She slowed her pace, and then sped up. The repetition made Mami try to pull away, but Kyouko wouldn’t let her. She pinned Mami’s arms to the bed.

“K-Kyouko…” Mami shuddered.

Instead of answering, Kyouko removed her mouth, blowing softly onto the exposed wet nipple. She was encouraged by the soft sounds Mami emitted and switched to the other breast. She couldn’t let just one have all the fun.

Meanwhile, Mami was trying to maneuver her body so that she could regain the upper hand. She had no plans to lie back while Kyouko teased her so. Kyouko’s strength worked against her, even as she pushed against Kyouko’s hands. Kyouko had her waist pinned down, but she had failed to pay attention to her own position. She had not settled between Mami’s legs, but over one, which meant…

“Gah, fuck!” Kyouko shouted as Mami’s knee slowly slid against the inside of her thighs. Her hands released their hold on Mami’s arms.

Mami took advantage of the distraction and rose, flipping Kyouko onto her back. Now she was the one who pinned Kyouko, smiling softly. “I can play too,” she whispered. “If you struggle too much, I’ll use my ribbons to keep you still.”

Conflicted emotions tormented Kyouko. She wanted to protest and struggle. She wanted to regain her position on top again. However, a part of her was eager to see what Mami would do. A small part of her even wanted to struggle, and force Mami to bind her arms and legs. She had no idea she even had such an opinion until this very moment.

Kyouko felt the edge of her tank top slowly being pushed upward. As Mami removed the garment, she bent over, kissing a trail upon Kyouko’s skin. Kyouko arched her back as Mami pushed the shirt over her breasts. She had picked today of all days to not wear a bra beneath her shirt. She blushed, and realized how Mami had felt earlier. She raised her head as Mami slipped the shirt over, Kyouko’s arms falling back to her side.

Mami never gave her the chance to cover herself up. She pressed herself against Kyouko, kissing her firmly. Kyouko tried to protest, but her words were silenced. Her hands rose, intending to push Mami away, but instead they wrapped around Mami’s waist and pulled her closer. Her fingers slipped between them and undid the button of Mami’s black slacks. She slid them, along with Mami’s panties, down over Mami’s hips. Mami assisted, kicking the slacks blindly off the bed.

In return, Mami reached for the metal button on Kyouko’s shorts, deftly unclasping it and removing Kyouko’s shorts. However, she left Kyouko clad in her underwear. Kyouko, too busy kissing Mami, didn’t realize this until Mami slipped her hand between the two of them and ran her fingers over the fabric. Instantly, Kyouko closed her legs, trying to keep Mami from seeing how sensitive she was. Mami only laughed softly. “I will use those ribbons if I need to,” she reminded Kyouko, whispering into her ear. She smiled as she felt Kyouko slowly open her legs.

Her fingers pressed lightly, moving back and forth. She watched Kyouko’s face, smiling as Kyouko struggled to keep from making noise. Her fingers moved forward and slipped inside the fabric. Kyouko’s eyes went wide. “M-Mami!”

“Shhh…” Kyouko’s arousal encouraged Mami. She removed her fingers, and rid Kyouko of her last article of clothing. Mami lay against Kyouko, enjoying the touch of Kyouko’s skin against her own. Kyouko’s skin was warm, and her was face flushed. Mami knew what she wanted, but part of her had to make sure, just in case. “Is this… what you want, Kyouko?” she asked softly, tucking a stray piece of hair behind Kyouko’s ear. “Tell me if it’s not.”

Kyouko nodded. She had a vague idea of what happened next. “I want this,” she confirmed. “Nothin’ would be better.” She flashed Mami a smile.

Once again, Mami slipped her hand between them, back into the warmth between Kyouko’s legs. Her fingers rubbed slow circles, which made Kyouko groan softly. “Damn tease,” she mumbled, wrapping her arms around Mami’s waist. Mami’s response was to quickly slip two fingers inside of Kyouko. “M-Mami!” she cried, caught off guard.

Slowly at first, and then a bit faster, Mami rubbed against the spongy flesh. Kyouko moaned softly, pressing her nails into Mami’s back. Mami’s lips brushed Kyouko’s, whose mouth searched for her own. For a moment, she found herself lost in the moment, letting emotions, and pleasure take over.

And then Mami pressed harder, rubbing faster. In and out, in and out. Kyouko found it hard to focus. She broke the kiss and buried her face in the curve between Mami’s neck and shoulders. Vaguely, she realized that Mami smelled faintly of lavender and sweat. She closed her eyes, trying to fight the soft cries of pleasure, but finding them tumbling across her lips all the same.

Kyouko’s nails pressed hard. She hadn’t felt like this before. Waves of pleasantness washed over her as she tried to keep herself grounded. Mami was mumbling into her ear, but she couldn’t make out what she was saying. It all blurred together, the soft cacophonous sound clashing with pleasurable feeling. Something told her it was coming to a point inside, as though she were ready to jump off the highest cliff and thrill in the adrenaline rush that would follow.

Without knowing, Kyouko’s body had begun moving up and down, desiring more of Mami’s touch. She pressed down against Mami’s fingers, which continued to rub against her. Her moans were muffled against Mami’s skin, but they had picked up in pace. Close. So close.

Kyouko bit Mami’s skin as something inside her seemed to snap. She shivered, riding out the gentle spasms that washed over her. She was shaking, and she held tight to Mami, needing the anchor.

At the same time, Mami felt Kyouko’s release over her fingers. Kyouko had clenched her legs tightly, but Mami still ran her fingers over the flesh, prolonging the spasms that racked Kyouko. She felt her biting into her shoulder, but felt no pain. It felt oddly satisfying.

Slowly, the spasms subsided, and Kyouko lay against Mami, breathing heavily. Mami slowly removed her fingers and brought them to her lips. She licked the warm fluid off, smiling seductively at Kyouko as she did so.

Kyouko grabbed Mami and pulled her against her skin, wrapping her arms about her protectively. She said nothing as she laid her head against Mami’s chest. Mami smiled and wrapped her arms around Kyouko.

“Are you happy?” asked Kyouko after a few minutes. She ran a finger along Mami’s arm. She was tired, but it was a good tired. She didn’t want to move from this spot.

“I am.” Mami couldn’t remember ever feeling like this before. Not only loved and cared for, but safe inside a cocoon, as though she would never be harmed. As though Kyouko would chase away whatever tried to get her. “Kyouko?”

“Huh?”

“Stay by my side. Like this. Just you and I,” whispered Mami. She leaned forward and kissed Kyouko softly.

Kyouko realized that Mami was referring to more than just the moment. She tightened her grip. “No place I’d rather be,” she whispered.
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