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The walk up to the front door was a lot more extravagant than her old house. The garden was ornate and had several statues in it, one of an angel, a samurai and a couple animals and a nice water feature. It was well above anything her father could afford and guessed it was all Ymir's doing. That was the most terrifying part. This woman had this much money to splash out on some business venture. It appeared that Ymir intended to make Krista mainstream as well as their poker nights.
A sudden twang fell from her heart and into the pit of her stomach. Ymir must have known Krista would break 'the rules' and sentence her to more work and make her life a living hell. The woman was so fucking complicated and twisted but she was a genius. Everything seemed to go according to a plan, her plan and it worked like clockwork.
Passing through the lush grass and its stone protectors Krista had to allow Ymir to collapse through the door so she could get through herself, Ymir wasn't very impressed at all and groaned in complaint but when her men, who were occupying the house, stormed into the hallway she quickly told them to calm down and no harm was done. Ymir's subordinates attempted to lend her a hand up but she swatted their hands away and told them to pack their things away and never speak of this. That's when Ymir's eyes pierce into Krista's, expecting something of her but Krista didn't know what. She gingerly closed the distance between her and offered her hand up hoping this is what she wanted but instead she pulled her down with her.
They were both on the floor, the blood still leaking from Ymir's wound and now soaking into Krista's clothing as well as her own. Ymir pulled the petite woman closer to her, almost a gruesome embrace but Krista remained frozen in apprehension and confusion. Krista's eyes were rapidly moving from Ymir's eyes to her hand and down to her leg then they repeated the cycle only to be interrupted by Ymir rolling on top of her. Supporting her bodyweight above her she leant down unexpectedly and lines up their mouths. The hair from Ymir's clip began to fall loose and caress Krista's cheeks.
Still frozen, Krista's eyes followed their cycle religiously. Ymir held herself as if she were about to do press-ups but she allowed her injured limb to hang just off the cold wooden surface of the floor. The few stands that tickled the skin on Krista's face drew her attention for one split second, just long enough for Ymir to close the gap between them, bending her arms at the elbow, skilfully angling her head to avoid the clashing of noses.
Krista had been taken on the floor several times before, it always started out this way but something was different, it was as if Ymir was dragging it out as much as possible before the removal of clothing occurred, sure she was injured and would be unwilling to be so quick to bare her own skin but not the woman's beneath her. Krista's eyes remained open the entire time, staring at Ymir's as they fluttered closed as she alternated the position of her head. The twisting motion was common amongst a long kiss, keep both parties interested but the way Ymir furrowed her eyebrows in a manner that would only be found in the recipient of such a kiss, not the one who was giving it forced Krista's eyes to stop their routine and focus on the kiss. Her hands finding Ymir's biceps she pushed up a little, taking some of the weight off them, attempting to ease her suffering. Ymir audibly inhaled rather sharply at the sudden pressure on her arm causing Krista to retreat her arms to the safety of her sides. With Krista's eyes now shut she could only go by her senses which were on over-drive due to the adrenaline rush she was receiving after being bled on by the woman who was now ravaging her mouth.
Ymir straightened her arms once more and moved her right hand to cradle Krista's left cheek. To accompany the warmth on her face Ymir snaked her tongue out and attempted to ask for entrance which was denied by Krista nipping at her bottom lip. It was a playful nip and Ymir understood the intent for which Krista was grateful for. Krista's courage returned to her as her trailed her hands up Ymir's arms and moved her jacket from her shoulder which led to the taller woman removing the jacket rather hastily and throwing it against the wall behind Krista's head. Something about that caused Ymir to remember that the front door was open. Transferring her weight onto her right arm she used her left foot to push the door closed before she asked for permission to deepen the kiss again.
All the commotion of the jacket hitting the wall and the sudden closure of the door brought the attention of the guards in the house. There was only three of them all which entered the foyer area at once, guns drawn and combat stances adopted quickly.
At this moment in time Ymir was happily mapping out the inside of Krista's mouth with her tongue until the 'lads' showed up. She released Krista for a spilt second, raising her head away from the blonde. "Get. The. Fuck. Out. Now! It'd be like having sex in front on my dog" Krista noted what Ymir's neck looked like as she spoke. The power rattled through her like a Greek god and her Adam's apple was more prominent than she ever seen on another female but she guessed that she had never seen enough women's necks like this before so she wouldn't have a comparison apart from her own. Ymir seemed as if she were built for her role, whatever it was. The men quickly put down their arms without a question and left quickly. Ymir knew that she couldn't move from that position as all the blood was on the floor, so she began to unbutton Krista's shirt. By this simple act the men didn't dare talk to her or ask her to move, they just scurried to the corners of the room and slid out of the door.
As each man passed her by they all stared at what Ymir was doing with her hands, they could see each button be torn off, they could see each inch of her skin be revealed until the door obscured their vision.
As soon as the click of the door being shut rang in their ears Ymir rolled off Krista and lay like a starfish on the floor. She was panting and her chest was moving at a worrying rate. Krista was unfamiliar with the new house but she knew she needed to drag Ymir to somewhere warm and somewhere she could rest. The colour from Ymir's face was quickly draining and the red stain became a deeper shade by the minute. Krista tore off her shirt to finish what Ymir was doing, she got the hint from her as soon as she undid the first button rather hastily.
At first Krista thought Ymir would fuck her senseless by the door to have revenge for her knee but soon cottoned on to her plan. She was in too much pain to do anything 'worthwhile' to Krista and the fact her men were in the house was a grave mistake. Any sight of blood and they would assume that the 'whore' retaliated and her head would no longer contain her brain.
Kissing, and the attempt to deepen it, was her pain relief and her excuse for the men to leave without being suspicious. Kissing produces increased levels of oxytocin, a natural painkiller and should have enough to get her through her men leaving and enough for a little bit after before she passed out from pain. Krista knew the blood loss would get her first but Krista was amazed by Ymir and her quick thinking. The fact that she began to tear at Krista's shirt was also part of the plan. What do you do to reduce bleeding? You cover it with a clean cloth, Krista's shirt was the closest thing to her at the time.
Ymir began talking to herself, something about the couch and forget the bloodstains. Wrapping her shirt around Ymir's wound the brunette jerked forwards, placing her hand on top of Krista's as if she were pleading for forgiveness. "You'll be ok. I've got you." Krista playing nurse was rare but something she had perfected. Sometimes it was for excitement purposes, sometimes Rod came home with a shattered jaw. Krista removed her hands from the mobster's knee, leaving the cold feeling on Ymir's hands where the blonde's used to be.
The foyer forked out, a door leading right, one left and the stairs straight on. Darting her head in either rooms of the ground floor she found a couch but let out a chuckle due to the irony of the situation. A below five-foot girl attempting to drag a just below six-foot injured woman onto a sofa. Krista knew she wouldn't be able to lift her but she knew she would have to drag her; Ymir could do the quick shuffle onto the sofa. Grabbing Ymir by the back of her shirt she dragged her into the left room. It was all cream except the smooth brown carpet which hid the blood trail nicely. This house, from Krista saw of it just screamed Ymir: monotone colours but sophisticated, large chairs and coat hangers. Krista could tell it was meant for business.
As soon as Ymir was close enough to the nearest leather sofa she made a quick jump up and then very quickly collapsed without a word. Her hands fell limp and cascaded from the side of the sofa releasing the shirt from her wound. Krista could see the significant change in blood flow but she was still slowly bleeding out, she knew she would have to cover the wound and call 999 but she knew this wasn't under normal circumstances. She knew with people like this you never call an ambulance, they ask questions, she knew that Ymir couldn't be caught with a wound otherwise she would have let her men see and they could help.
Krista walked over to the kitchen which was joined to the new front room, this was very modern with granite surfaces and black-and-white photos of New York or London. The men that were in the house were unpacking things from vans, boxes littered the sides of the room but some were empty and the kitchen cabinets were fully stocked. The good old green first aid kit was to hand as well.
Krista had only dealt with Rod and his battle wounds but nothing like this, fumbling with the bandages and the painkillers all the memories of taping up broken fingers, battered noses, and broken legs returned to her. She paused for a second, glancing over at Ymir as she begun to regain consciousness, allowing a small smile collect on her face. Once again they ended up in some odd situation and the fleeting feeling of being lovers washed over her. As Krista approached the woman on the sofa a low mumbling became more audible, a few numbers rattled past her ears but nothing coherent. "Come on you hopeless woman" Krista overpowered the mumbling as she perched on the side of the sofa with bandages and sterilisers, in fact as Ymir interjected she "brought the whole goddamn infirmary"
Krista cleaned the wound, set it in place to make sure if anything was broken it would at least be aligned, bandaged it up and swiftly delivered pain relief before Ymir could make any sexual comments. The silence didn't last very long after that though. Ymir rolled over to make more room for the blonde to comfortably sit down. "So, where did you learn to patch up a crook like me eh?" Even in pain the woman always found a way to start a conversation and make it seem as if she flirting with every syllable that glided out of her mouth. Ymir poked Krista's side playfully when she didn't respond and let out a playful giggle when she found out that Krista was at least a little bit ticklish on her side. "My Dad was never very smart at the beginning of using his daughter as a commodity…" Krista wrapped her hands around each other and twiddled her thumbs, she never had anything 'light' to say. Everything about her world was filled with black and thickening shadows, every word out of her mouth since the age of 7 has been catered to whoever was listening. "I understand, I'm sorry I shouldn't have brought it up."
Here was the kind and caring Ymir again. The mind fuckery at play again. One minute she was telling her to be a good whore and she was worthless and she would let her get raped then the next was taking serious injury for her, risking her life to keep her from harm. Talk about a split personality this woman had two complete polar opposites. "Hey Krista? Can I apologise?" Ymir snaked her hand onto Krista's, tugging her lightly to get her to lie down with her. "I-I am not a nice person, I should have let my men stay and them take care of me but you understand the business I run right? I can't be seen off my feet or have any weakness." Once the words filled the silence in between what Krista thought and what Ymir said the blonde's body relaxed and gave into Ymir's voiceless demand. Lying down she contemplated all the things Ymir could have apologised for but she chose to tell her she was sorry for bleeding everywhere and asking Krista to clean it up instead of all the countless other things which were miles worse.
Ymir offered her arm as a pillow for the petite girl to rest her head on, which she did. They seemed to fit perfectly. As Krista guided her smaller frame into ideal spooning position Ymir's other arm snaked around her waist and rested innocently on her stomach, ever so slightly stroking the bare skin there with her thumb out of boredom. "I'll forgive you on one condition…" Krista didn't mean it to come out as harsh as it sounded but it got Ymir's attention enough to stop her idle hand movement for a split second. Krista was now stuck for words, realising she needed to make her request count and find something out about this woman of countless mysteries, and she was on the clock. "Tell me this one condition then short stuff, if you're wondering about my work out routine it's called having lots of sex with a strap-on, different girl every night. Doggie style tends to work the abs out perfectly." Krista couldn't tell if the woman was joking, if she was it sounded more like a funny story that she experienced than something she made up on the spot. It was all too real, the way they encountered each other at first at the poker game. Ymir knew what she was doing, all the right messages to give out, how to intrigue a girl even though the money usually would have been enough. The thought of Ymir having another short blonde bouncing up and down on her lap disgusted Krista, the thought of someone who seemed to show the slightest speck of care showing doing the exact same to every other whore on the street. It was just another lie she told, just another dream dashed, just another lock on the door. Ymir began to chuckle after the remark bring Krista back from her interrupted thinking, a lump in her through amalgamating in rage and disappointment, at herself for feeling like she was let down my another John Smith, at Ymir for proving she was another one of her father's customers and nothing more.
Krista now had a new agenda, she knew she had to obtain information about something she could use against her if she needed to. Something she could black mail her with apart from her being female, something that would sting when the words became compressions in the air.
"Tell me about your childhood Ymir."