These all go off this plot! Ehehe, I'm blushing so hard right now - this is one of the first times I've written smut, and this isn't even full smut.

All the chapters will include smut. If this bothers you, don't read.

... well, the mature rating should've given you a warning that this has smut.

Enjoy.

A gentle flow of water, rushing along the ground and twisting around many corners. The soft hissing symbolizing the whispering of the naiads. Light drizzle hanging in the air, brushing against the faces of those who bent down to soak in the river.

Her head hangs low over the water as she splashes the mist onto her face, brushing aside long black bangs that dip past her eyes. She bites her lip as she rubs the liquid in, legs bent and curled up into a kneeling position.

She doesn't know why she's here, and not with her adorable blonde companion. Did she leave? Was she waiting back at their tent?

Ymir returns to their tent, to the draping fabric mess that couldn't even really be considered a tent, only to find that Lenz - which was all the short, slim blonde told her about her name - wasn't there like she usually was.

Where could she be? Did she leave, then?

The brunette rolls her eyes, chewing on her tongue to fight back her nerves. Though she will never admit it, she desires for the company of Lenz. She had never felt that way about someone before.

"Lenz!" she shouts, catching several strange glances from the birds singing in the nearby trees. She clicks her tongue, grinding it on her teeth irritably. "Tch. Idiot. Where could she have run off to?"

"Ymir, I'm right here."

A timid voice speaks up from behind her, and she jumps in shock, twisting around and backing up, tripping over her own shoes and cursing. Lenz's cute, sweet giggle echoes through the tent, making Ymir's heart leap up and her face grow warm.

"Did you miss me that much, Ymir?"

"No." Ymir rolls her eyes, not meeting the soft blue ones of the shorter woman standing before her. She stands up, dusting off her jeans and groaning. "I just -"

"Don't use your excuses on me," Lenz purrs, pressing the taller - much taller - against the wall of the "tent", which had somehow become copiously solider. To Ymir, it felt almost like the walls of a house. What had Lenz done to the "tent" when she was gone? "I know those stares, trust me. I've had them on me a whole lot of times before, but not usually by other women." She nips at the older's shoulders and neck, making Ymir gasp out in shock and pleasure. Softly, Lenz moved her hands so that they were locked around the taller's waist, pressing her against the walls again.

"L - lenz." Her breath hitches from what this little, cute, sweet blonde is doing to her. She had never been one to beg during sex, but now seemed like a good time to start.

"It's Historia," the blonde blurts suddenly. She tugs at the zipper on Ymir's jeans, pulling it down easily. Historia starts lugging the jeans themselves down, smirking at the look on the taller's face. "Historia Reiss. But my prostitute name is Krista Lenz."

"Prostitute, huh?" Ymir teases, running her fingers along the petite girl's cheeks and smirking. "Never thought such a sweet, spineless brat like yourself would be so devious."

She shrugs, continuing to haul off Ymir's clothes silently, tongue at the older's neck again.

"Do you always do this?" she mocks, tugging at the smaller's hair and curling her fingers through it. "Claim to be lost, head on adventures with older women, and rape them?"

Historia rolls her eyes. "Just you. And I don't think this is rape - I don't believe you think so either."

Ymir chuckles as her shirt is dragged over her head and tossed somewhere on the floor. Historia's clothes are somehow missing - how did she miss that?

The blonde unhooks the brunette's bra for her and their boots join the rest of their clothes - somewhere in the room.

"Historia." she whispers, pushing the shorter to the floor. She presses her lips to the younger's softer ones and presses her tongue against those sweet lips she'd dreamed of kissing. The blonde grins and pushes Ymir off, leaping over the taller and nipping at her freckles.

"You know I prefer the top," Historia hisses, flicking her tongue over her lips. "And because of that, you're coming with me to the river."

She rolls off, collecting their clothes and tossing Ymir's at her. The blonde didn't put hers on, just winked, clutching the clothing to her body and streaking out of the "tent" lightning fast.

Ymir blinks.

Then slowly, a smirk slides across her lips and she stands, covering her body and rushing out just like the blonde, mist brushing over her lips as she sprinted closer to the river.

She finds Historia's clothes lying in the grass and looks up, to see the blonde resting on a rock, nude body displayed to anyone walking by. Ymir smiles smugly to herself, dropping her clothing and pressing her body on top of the shorter's, causing the blonde to giggle and press their lips together.

They break apart slowly, and Historia pushed the taller onto the shore, slowly kneeling over her spread legs.

"Historia," Ymir hisses, reaching down and lowering the shorter's head. "Please."

"Please what?" the blonde simpers, one hand lazily running along the brunette's clit. "What do you want?"

"L - lick me," Ymir gasps, surprised how shakily the words come out of her mouth. Historia tilts her head, hovering over the older's vagina. "Please, Historia ... l - lick me, please, please!"

"Not used to pleading, are you?" The blonde's breath ghosts over her spread labia, and suddenly, her tongue rolls over her entrance.

"Aah, please," Ymir whispers, nails digging into the shorter's scalp. "I'm already so wet, you'll make me cum with just a flick of your hand." Historia's eyes glint mischievously as she glances up, running her fingers along the wet opening before her. "F - fuck, Historia!" She drags her tongue in a certain pattern, and Ymir's breath hitches when she realizes what the blonde is doing to her.

She's writing out the alphabet.

"Oh my god, yes, please keep doing that, oh my fucking god -"

And all of a sudden - although she's never been one to come quickly - Ymir feels her body quaking as her climax hits her, hard and fast, flooding into the eager blonde's mouth.

"I'm sorry," she pants, sitting up slightly. "You're just t - too hot ..."

"I've never felt this way about anyone before," Historia breathes, fingers dancing on the other woman's breasts. "I mean, I've had plenty of fuck buddies, being a prostitute and all ... but I've never had any real feelings for anyone before."

"I get the feeling," Ymir groans, throwing her head back as the small blonde starts suckling. "That you're a sex goddess and all, but you're a real sap when it comes to this shit."

"I wouldn't know," Historia muses, pulling up from the woman's nipples. "I've never been in love before."

"Really?"

"Really."

"And I haven't had sex with a woman before, despite the fact I know I'm not into guys." Ymir's face reddens as she speaks these words, not knowing what she's saying. "Shit. Did I just say that?"

Historia snickers, pushing aside a few stray hairs on Ymir's sweaty forehead to lay a soft, gentle kiss there. "I suppose you've got a lot to learn, then."

The next words that escape out of Historia's mouth are exactly what Ymir wanted to hear.

"I can teach you."