G- Games

"God damn it Christa!" Ymir cried in irritation, as she glared heavily at the chess board. The white figures significantly outnumbered the black figures.

"You're just mad because you can't play." The smaller girl teased with a grin as her tongue slipped out between her lips cheekily.

"Bullshit! It's not my fault you used to play for the team."

"You could've played for the team too... Besides, that was way back in High School. Now it's just a matter of me being smarter than you." The brunette fell straight into the trap.

"You're smarter than me? That makes even less sense than this matchup. If you wanted to be clever then why not face Armin?"

"I'm smarter than you, not Einstein." Christa retorted defensively. Ymir rolled her eyes and her eyes went back to the board as Christa took out Ymir's last bishop. Ymir cussed almost silently and got rid of the last of Christa's pawns.

"Well at least I've managed to kill something in this God forsaken game." She muttered, giving Christa a cause to giggle in a way that gave Ymir a shiver down her spine. Suddenly, Ymir worked out a somewhat cruel idea as to how she could redeem her fallen reputation after being almost defeated. She started to rub the top of the queen piece as seductively as she could manage. Christa swallowed hard and shook her head before she then giggled again, removing Ymir's last knight on the board. Only the queen and king remained of Ymir's little army. Well there was one pawn left but Christa had long since dismissed that particular piece. When she saw that her plan wasn't working, Ymir stepped up the flirting. She lay on her side, letting the material of her t-shirt slide up slightly. It should have been working by now, damn it. Ymir shuffled over to Christa's side of the board.

"Hey hey hey! Not until I've won!" Christa exclaims, trying to persist in the game that she'd wanted to play for about a solid fortnight.

"I was just scoping out the opposition. You see, it's important to know where your priorities should be." Ymir tried to whisper seductively into Christa's ear and it seemed to work.

"And my priorities are to kick your ass in chess." Christa whispered back, mimicking Ymir's expression. The older girl sighed and returned back to her side of the board. She took out the nearest piece to the king and started to wave the small figurine around her mouth. Ymir knew that somehow she would persist and she would make sure of it. She stretched her arms and yawned but before Ymir could even think about making any kind of move, Christa had grabbed her arm in place.

"Jesus woman, I'm just stretching."

"And my name is Beyoncé."

"But I've already put a ring on it!" Ymir made a reference and Christa giggled yet again. Christa reached her face up and pecked Ymir lightly on the cheek.

"Checkmate." The younger girl's voice was like a gentle caress to Ymir's ears.

"Finally." Ymir reached out and the two kissed again. "I was bored of chess anyway." She whispered and a smirk appeared on her face.

"Just because you suck." Christa giggled again and the two of them lay next to each other and they fell into each others' arms once more.