Story 11: Take It Easy

The thought of opening this door and relaxing brought a smile to Kyoko's lips. She had a long day, and a tough assignment. Fatigue penetrated her bones, her muscles ached, but her soul was pure. A grief seed had been used once. Rattling the doorknob, she opened the door to her and Sayaka's apartment. Closing the door, she gave a holler.

"Yo, Sayaka! You home?" If she was lucky, Sayaka would be here. If Sayaka was here, both of them could unwind. Kami-sama she needed that!

"Yes." The blue beauty's reply. Kyoko grinned, her heart swelled.

She rolled Triple Sevens this day.

Kyoko propped her lance up at the door, and strutted into the apartment, which the two of them have been living in for some time. They decorated their apartment to their liking and made it their home, run down as it was. Pretty rugs lay about on the floor, various pictures hung on the walls, a comfortable loveseat the two lounged in whenever they could.

This was the best she could ask out of life; it was all she wanted from Kami-sama.
A place to put your weapon down. A hot meal at a table. Sanctuary in all of its definitions. To have someone you loved with all your soul to be there, to receive your kisses and to be your constant companion.

Reaching the kitchen slash dining room, Kyoko met Sayaka holding a bundle of black clothing with a cellphone on top, panting lewdly with flushed cheeks and a hungry glint in her eyes.

Kyoko stopped, cocking her head to the side in question.

"Sayaka, sweetie, what's this? Has Halloween come 'round finally?" Kyoko asked, grin faltering but coming back. She lost track of time; was it near the famed October day?

"Noo..." Sayaka opened her cellphone with one hand, pushed some buttons with expert ease, and showed it to her. Kyoko went scarlet.

There she was in her butler outfit, her stance turned slightly away from the camera, her good side exposed with her rakish ponytail blazing away; caught unaware by the ever fuckface Murderface. For some reason, she had given Sayaka this picture.

"Murderface," Kyoko hissed like a snake, urge to kill rising. She had forgotten about the picture Murderface took without her permission. Then again it was probably poetic justice this was happening to her.

"Put the Butler costume on." Sayaka spoke in a possessed voice, pocketing her cellphone and thrusting the bundle of black clothing at her. "Now."

Kyoko stared at her blue beauty's eyes, sucking in air between gritted teeth. A dangerous element lurked in those eyes. She just got off work, just stepped into the apartment, and Murderface ruined it by existing.

"No way, Sayaka. If I do, you will kill me in your excitement." Kyoko made to sidestep her. She was hungry, and thirsty.

"I'll kill you if you don't." Sayaka countered, and that stopped Kyoko in her tracks. Kyoko sighed and chewed over what Sayaka said, instead of an actual food product. She would do it. The two sometimes got into fights, and both would look pretty bloody by the end of them.

"It's embarrassing," Kyoko said. Their eyes met. "I was doing her a kindness and she snapped that when I just got out of the bathroom. She probably sent that to you to laugh at me. You should see the one I got of her," Kyoko rummaged her person for her cellphone. Sayaka glared a fraction.

"I don't care about that, and I don't know why Murderface would send this to me, but she doesn't matter. What matters right now is that... I see you in it with my own eyes. I won't laugh at you, but I will.. admire you. I want to see you in it, very much." Kyoko became flustered. Simply, just like that, she was defeated by Sayaka Miki.

She took the bundle from her - "I want to eat soon." - and went to the bathroom. Sayaka remained where she was, watching Kyoko go with bated expectation.

Kyoko kept the grumbling to a minimum, transforming from puella magi and dressing as the butler. She tried remembering the small details of that adventure, cursing Murderface as she did so. It was hard recalling some nuances, but she arranged her outfit the way she had it that day the best she could. She fiddled with her ponytail, too.

Kyoko examined herself in the mirror, which was only effective for her hair.

Hmm.

No.

No, this won't do.

She played with it until it looked properly roguish. Just like that photo. Taking in a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped back into the kitchen slash dining room.

From Sayaka's point of view, it was like magic had been used to summon Kyoko from that treasured picture. Everything was the same, or so near it that the tiniest flaw didn't matter. Even the tie was bent the right way.

There was silence. Sayaka didn't say a word. She only stared at Kyoko, panting, twitching a tiny, small, little bit. Kyoko felt like she possessed the complete attention of her blue beauty, and she felt she had to say something to break this stalemate.

Kyoko performed a deep bow to Sayaka, arms rigid at her sides, and spoke as she straightened herself. "Does Mistress require anything for the evening?" It was hard to keep that grin down, but she managed to keep her expression on the level.

Sayaka's face turned the reddest Kyoko had ever seen, easily trumping their first kiss blush. The last straw broke. Kyoko grinned ear to ear, liking what she saw. It was so incredibly cute, that expression begged to be remembered forever. She resisted the urge to whip her phone out and take a picture. Oh yes, she, using her mind, would remember this forever.

"Does Mistress require someone to breath life into her?" Sayaka nodded dumbly. Oh wow, Kyoko chuckled, she answered.

She strode forward, legs moving confidant, arms swinging leisurely. She was less of a butler, Sayaka noticed, and more of a feisty businessman.

It was weird. Kyoko didn't want to be in the suit originally but now, she was in her element. She was enjoying the attention and the reactions. A suit shrouding her body.

Wrapping her arms around her casual clothed lady, she dipped her back. Sayaka grabbed her shoulders. Kyoko was surprised. Sayaka really wasn't breathing, her facial expression indicating how overwhelmed her brain was.

Time to fix that.

Kyoko kissed Sayaka. Her love for Sayaka ran deep. She accepted all her flaws - all of them - and weathered any emotional storm that would latch onto her blue beauty. It was the least she could do for the affection she received, and the smile that would dawn on her face.

Sayaka felt all that in the kiss, her heart tripping, her breath caught as the two shared air and saliva. Both were panting when the kiss was broken, their eyes gazing at one another. Sayaka had two. Kyoko had one. It hurt Sayaka to see Kyoko with only one eye - all those sour memories coming front and center. She banished them again. At the very least the thief that stole her eye was dead, forever, and wouldn't be bothering them.

"See? I fixed you, Mistress." Kyoko winked, grinning lupine. Sayaka giggled, adverting her eyes away along with her face, a happy smile twisting her lips.

"Say, Kyoko..." Sayaka circled a spot on Kyoko's left shoulder with her finger, fighting with having a happy expression or some other kind of expression.

"How may I be of service, Mistress?" Kyoko shot back, making Sayaka fight even more.

"I'm... getting a bit hungry myself. How about we eat?" Sayaka stared up at Kyoko in a coy manner, bedroom eyes burning.

"Sounds wonderful!" Kyoko exclaimed, dropping Sayaka on the spot.

"Guh!" Thud went Sayaka, flat on her back. Kyoko smiled down at her, doing nothing. "You're a mood killer, Kyoko! I didn't necessarily mean food!" Kyoko laughed, helping Sayaka onto her feet and brushing the dust off her back.

"I know, I know, Sayaka! I'm just physically hungry." She made her way around the kitchen, gathering needed supplies. "How about we enjoy some dinner, and you and I can unwind in that manner? This way you can see me in my butler uniform longer." She pointed out, grinning steadfast at her. Her one eye twinkled.

Sayaka blushed again, grinning back at her. She nodded. "I love you."

"Yeah, I love you, too."

Kyoko made a mean omelette, serving it up to her Mistress in a proper and professional butler fashion, even standing behind her as she ate. Sayaka had to force Kyoko to sit down and enjoy the meal with her. Much laughter was shared. Good times were forged between red and blue, forever cherished.

Afterward, with dishes soaking, Sayaka and Kyoko went to their bedroom, where Sayaka recalled something else Murderface told her of.

"Hey, Kyoko, I wanna try out something new..." Sayaka murmured, embarrassed about it all, overpowered by Kyoko's attraction as a butler.

"Oh? This is unexpected. What do you want to try out?" Kyoko inquired, genuinely curious to what her lover would want to try. Normal sex had always done it for them. A thought struck Kyoko. "Am I still... performing to your satisfaction?" Her brows met in concern.

"Yes! Yes you are, Kyoko! Don't see this as anything negative. Just something I wish to try out. Can I have your soul gem?"

"My soul gem...? Yes." Kyoko materialized her soul gem, and handed it over. She was very curious now. What required a soul gem?

"I think we should do this on the bed."

"O.K."

They sat on their bed, Kyoko staring at Sayaka with expectation, and Sayaka bringing the soul gem up to face level. Sayaka looked excited, acted excitedly with a touch of doubt. She brought the soul gem up to her mouth and... licked it. Once. One experimental lick, and Kyoko went down as if she were disconnected from her soul gem. Twisting along the sheets with apparent abandon, her strength withered away in bouts of moans.

"Kyoko! What's happening to you, Kyoko?!" Sayaka hovered over her, not wanting to grab the frenzied magical girl in case of damaging her. Finally, she subsided, and relaxed, gasping in lungfuls of air. A grin grew.

"Sayaka~" She intoned, her eye finding her. "Give me your's~" With a weak hand she lifted a platform for the desired parcel.

"I... don't think that would be wise." Sayaka backed away a little.

"No.. nonono. You'll be fine. Trust me~ I'm A O K!" Kyoko giggled, still holding her hand out. With great reluctance, and reserves of strength, Sayaka materialized and handed her soul gem over. She placed Kyoko's on the bed. Kyoko brought the blue gem to her ever grinning lips and gave it a lick.

Sayaka hit the ground, hard, twitching and moaning just like Kyoko.