A/N: The song for this fic is The Hour, from The Last of Us's beautiful soundtrack
"Ymir?" She whispered, her voice hanging in the muffled darkness.
I grumbled sleepily and moved aside.
"Get your ass in before you freeze to death." I mumbled as she climbed inside the cot. Good thing she was so fucking tiny, or the both of us would never have fit.
She curled up against my back and relaxed.
"... 'Night, midget."
"Good night, Ymir."
I turned around after a while and slipped my arm around her, tugging her a little closer and inhaling her scent. She was already asleep. I reminded myself that it was selfish to lie to her about who I really was, and that we might never get a chance and here I was indulging in my selfish pleasures, but at that moment I didn't care.
The door creaked slightly and I shrugged off my quilts, sitting up, squinting from the ray of moonlight shining through the crack in the door. I was looking directly into Sasha's eyes.
Oh. Oh shit.
She gaped at me and Christa in the same cot. I was pretty sure the implications of that were already crossing her mind.
I looked down pointedly at the stolen chunk of meat she was holding.
She followed my gaze, and flushed a violent, tomato red.
We engaged in an awkward staring contest for about a minute, until she broke eye contact.
Sasha turned on her heel, and then I heard her cot creak.
I re-arranged myself in the thin, practically useless army issue quilts and tried to concentrate on sleeping. So much for secrecy.
The next morning, in the mess hall, Sasha kept on sneaking looks at me and Christa and wiggling her eyebrows. I kept on making throat slitting motions behind Christa's back.