YUMICURRY FANFICTION
(I had an intense curry craving whilst writing this xD)
A broad grin spread across Ymir's freckled face. Her golden-brown eyes inspected the mountain of food set on the table in front of her.
After a long day at work, the first thing Ymir needed was a delicious vindaloo. It had taken her over an hour to prepare and cook, so she hoped that it was worth the work.
First, she began to devour the mound of fragrant pilau rice; all the amazing spices and flavours danced upon her tongue, all in perfect harmony. Perfect. Ymir swallowed the first brilliant mouthful with a satisfied moan. She smiled again. Ymir's lust for curry had completely flooded her mind, and she couldn't stop herself. She reached across the table to select a steaming naan. She used this beautiful piece of fluffy bread as a tool to scoop up a little bit of everything, forming the perfect mouthful.
She slowly raised the pocket of flavours to her mouth, grinning like a stoned Cheshire cat. Suddenly, her mouth exploded with flavour. Her taste-buds seemed to stand on end. She had never tasted anything so amazing in her entire life! The perfect blend of spice from the curry, and the slight saltiness of the rice caused Ymir to groan uncontrollably and possibly fart.
Realising that she had now run out of delicious naans, she reached down to retrieve her fork, which had somehow found its way onto the floor during her curry-fuelled eating frenzy. Carefully, she selected the juiciest, most tender chunk of glistening orange chicken. She deliberately used her long, moist tongue to lick the vibrant vermillion coating from the piece of succulent meat. Then, she inspected the piece of tan meat and slowly bit into it. Chicken juice exploded into her mouth and-
All of a sudden, Ymir heard a key turn in the door behind her. Her girlfriend, Historia, strode into the room. Well, she couldn't really stride because she had very little legs; but at least she tried.
"Hey Ymir!" the short blonde said cheerfully. Ymir didn't respond in case she burped when she tried to speak. "Annie said that if you-" Historia didn't get a chance to finish her sentence because she suddenly smelled the vindaloo. "Did you make curry Ymir?"
"Yes…" Ymir responded, her voice nothing more than a low, hoarse groan.
Historia's pale blue eyes discovered a very strange-looking Ymir slumped over the table in the kitchen.
"Did you seriously eat all the curry Ymir?" Historia asked, even though just by looking at her freckled girlfriend, she already knew the answer.
"Maybe…" replied the limp body with a burp.