Blueberry à la Mode

Sometimes, there were days when Miki Sayaka really despised her job.

This was one of them, but at least things were starting to look up. She had finally arrived home and was looking forward to a nice night of kicking off her boots and lounging on the couch. Maybe finish off those raspberries in the fridge if a certain red-haired someone hadn't gotten to them, yet.

Fumbling with the key to her apartment, she couldn't help but sigh in relief as she managed the lock. Eversor physiology be damned, being up and awake for a 16+ hour shift was definitely taking it's toll. Staggering through the front door, she cancelled her transformation with a sigh, not bothering to turn the light on. It was her house, what was she gonna do, trip over Kyoko?

Flopping onto the couch, she tossed her head back, swearing as she stretched. Fucking Murderface, why do you have to be such a bitch sometimes?! Just because you hate meetings doesn't mean you have to drag me along, too!

Hearing a small noise deeper in the apartment, Sayaka glanced behind her, relaxing as she spotted Kyoko's distinctive ponytail in the dim light from under the hall door. 'Guess you wanna play sneaky, eh?' she chuckled to herself, as she felt hands reach up and drape over her shoulders, strong fingers working the muscles underneath.

“Mmm... You know just how I like it honey... A-a little higher, my neck is stiff...” Sayaka purred, leaning back into the massage. This was definitely the best way to come home, ever.

Reaching back with one hand, she stroked her hand through the ponytail behind her, running fingers down it's length. It felt... softer, more silken, then usual... Must'a've just taken a shower, maybe? She grabbed a handful of hair and pulled toward herself, dragging her husband around to kiss and nibble the exposed neck. “Come 'ere, you...”

Sayaka heard a small gasp in the dark above, indicating she had found her mark. Smiling into the warm, fresh scented skin, she chinned around, looking for that one... spot... that she knew Kyoko liked so well.

The hands roaming her shoulders and neck paused a moment, then slid down her front, pressing and palming her chest through her thin shirt. “Someone's feeling worked up tonight, aren't we?” Sayaka groaned quietly, turning her head to grab at the other woman's lower lip, biting gently as she held her hair handhold firm to give a deep kiss. There was a gasp, before the other girl leaned into it, tongue darting into her mouth.

Moaning into the kiss, Sayaka had had enough, grabbing the other girl by the shoulders, and dragging her over the back of the couch. A yelp of surprise later, she had a lap full of husband, and she wasted no time taking advantage of that fact. Running her hands over Kyoko's body, trying to mentally place the outfit she was feeling, trying to remember where the... entrances were.

New outfit, maybe?

Flashing a small smile when she heard a low moan of pleasure, Sayaka stopped when she felt a pair of hands hold hers in place, preventing her from continuing. She paused one second, two, before the hands moved, running along her belly, grabbing the top of her shorts. With a deft, practiced hand the button was open, and the blue haired girl gave a throaty chuckle. “Sure babe, we can start with this!”

The weight rolled from her lap, with a thump below as she saw a grinning face in the dim light. Lifting her hips, she closed her eyes and laid back, hands sliding down her own legs to lightly caress the red-haired girl's cheeks. Wiggling back and forth, she felt her clothing slide down her long legs, slipping down her thighs, then shins. The grinning face below becoming obscured as she leaned forward, and... and did that thing with the tongue.

The undergarments hooked over her left ankle were suddenly lost, flung into the depths of the apartment, as every muscle from her waist down spasm from shock and pleasure.

Coming up for air an inferno of pleasure later, the blue haired woman panted heavily, pushing gently on the others forehead. “Wa-wait a second. Let me... let me catch my breath.” She groaned a little as she felt her hand being kissed, gently along each fingertip. Then the... curious sensation of her ring finger being enveloped in a warm, wet place.

Spell momentarily broken, Sayaka glanced down, cocking her head to the side in confusion. “Are your trying to pull my Soul Gem off with... your mouth?”

Nod, nod.

Too dark to make out the expression on her husband's face, the blue haired girl shrugged, and her Soul Gem burst into it's larger form. The usual flash of light muffled by the girl's mouth closing over the Gem, lips tucked back over teeth, causing Sayaka's eyes to widen. “Wa-wait! Kyoko, hold-! I'm not~!”

Her eyes rolled back, as she felt a warm, hot, wet feeling engulf her entire lower half.

She caught her breath a few eternities later, feeling slender fingers dancing around her inner thighs. She felt like she had been training for hours, and her legs felt so weak, like she had been trying to run to the moon. Feeling a curious, cool sensation on her hot, sticky skin, she tried to lift her weary head, feeling too drunk from pleasure to do more then just ride out her husband's lusty mood.

Her eyes widened, unseeing, as she felt herself... part open. Spread wide, around... herself. As if her own Soul Gem was being pushed gently, firmly, deeply into some place... she had never considered putting a Soul Gem before.

As her brain momentarily shorted out from the overwhelming wall of pleasure flooding her system, one curious thought came to the fore. Kharn was right.

These Soul Gems are Dildos.

- - - - -

Slipping into the brightly light apartment hallway, the dark haired girl panted heavily, hand lightly held to smiling lips, a blush staining her face a deep crimson. She... she had to calm down... be... before...

Fumbling in her pocket, she pulled a pair of thick, red rimmed glasses out, placing them gently on her nose, trying to focus her thoughts. To still her mind. To... quiet the voice inside, swearing at her to give her body back. Screaming that she'd have to scour her own tongue clean with a belt sander. How she'd tear those goddamn braids off her fucking head and beat her to death with them.

Hearing a noise coming from the elevator down the hall, the dark haired girl startled to action, realizing she couldn't stay in front of the scene of... the apartment any longer. She turned and fled, ducking around the corner just as the elevator doors opened, letting a grinning, one-eyed redhead into the hallway.

As she did, Kyoko caught sight of movement down on the other end. Of a long wave of dark hair cutting away, disappearing down the hall. Holding her hand out to call out a greeting, she shrugged, then headed to her own apartment, fishing her keys out of her pocket. It was probably someone else.

It couldn't have been her, could it...? Nah... no way. She had no reason to be here. Kyoko had a long day at work, so her mind must have been playing tricks on her... There was absolutely no reason for her to have been here. She shook her head as she unlocked and opened her door, walking into her dim apartment.

The door closed behind her with 'Honey, I'm home!' slipping out.