Forevermore
by SMYGO4EVA
Christa felt so small next to Ymir, whose tall stance and form almost towered over her and the green shade of the tree, flowers and grassy plain. She lied back on the cool green grass, chills rising on her arms and legs, even beneath her clothing—from both the chill from the spring wind and the intensity in Ymir's golden eyes.
Ymir tilted her head, her lips pursed. Her eyes wandered down to Christa's ice-blue eyes, past her sweet face, discreetly looking upon her breasts, and then to the gentle hands that she held to no one but her. "Is something wrong, Christa?"
Christa felt a flush spread across her cheeks. She reached up, tracing the feel of Ymir's face with her shaking fingertips. "N-Nothing's wrong, Ymir. It's just that…" she let her hand wander from Ymir's face to one of her strong and calloused hands. "Y-You're beautiful."
Surprised a bit, Ymir then smiled and put an arm around Christa's lithe form, gently taking the blonde's hand with her own. "Aw, you're not just saying that, are you?"
Christa tilted her head back, her golden hair spilling out over Ymir's shoulder, and smiled back. "Oh no, not at all. I mean every word, Ymir, I really do."
She meant every word, from there on out and forevermore.