I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin

Date: May 7 2016
Location: Los Angeles Shatterdome, Los Angeles, CA, United States
Time: 1900

Ymir was reminded that Kaiju were real, that they did exist.

News of Salvatore's fall rippled along the Pacific coasts, most particularly, American coasts mourned for the most part. The remains of the pilots were unable to be retrieved, and the Los Angeles Shatterdome fell into silence- after all, it was the birthplace of that Jaeger. Services were held for Marco, the other pilot, later revealed as Armin Arlert, and finally, Jean.

Marco's former pilot, Jean, had committed suicide; Ymir had found him first hand when she went to visit him on a day off. He had offed himself the day of learning Salvatore's fall. Ymir considered herself lucky that Krista declined to come with her. In the end, she returned with her lonesome horse to the base (no one could take care of it now- the goats themselves were self-sufficient), along with Jean's body in a hearse following close by as she drove.

Now she was in her funeral attire, she had taken to house her horse at a much quieter part of the docks, away from the ruckus. It was a makeshift place.

Services had ended, she didn't bother to change. All she did was sit on a crate as she drank beer, watching the sunset and enjoying the scent of home she had brought along with her.

The Shatterdome was almost silent save for the metal ringing and drills. People didn't bother to yell.

Krista avoided the funeral as much as possible. She only participated in what she felt obligated to. The death of three pilots immediately made the victory from before seem like a dream. Jean's suicide wasn't mentioned. He was given attention but not as much as Marco and Armin received. Krista could understand why.

When the day was over, she felt exhausted. Her mind kept reeling at each mention of Jean. It made her sick. The look on everyone's face at the news of his death only proved that there was no honor in it, but only pain.

Krista found herself walking along the docks at sunset. She knew Ymir was around this area due to her horse. Krista eventually found Ymir on a crate, quiet and drinking.

Krista didn't say much as she went near Ymir and stood.

It could've been her instead of Jean if things were different. She would've died not because of the Jaeger malfunction or an overpowering Kaiju, but because she gave up.

"...I found him in the barn," Ymir started dryly when she noticed Krista was there. "Jean, I mean, he hung himself up in the rafters. Used the pulley and hauled his neck up there, guess he couldn't handle it, losing Marco. I know those two were close, pilots and all, more than friends. When you have someone in your head for so long and then they suddenly go, it's like you lose a part of yourself; the Drift just makes it literal.

"I heard it's the worst when you lose someone while you're in the Drift yourself, though it's just a rumor because people who went through it opted out themselves."

Krista didn't look at Ymir when she spoke how she found Jean. Nobody told others how a person hanging looked like. It wasn't just the person suspended in air. Their face were left distorted with bloody eyes as if they died in the most painful way.

Krista shivered.

Part of her felt like those words weren't only for Marco and Jean. It was an echo of what was meant to be said in Titan.

"I was selfish," Krista dug in her pocket, withdrawing the lighter and pack of cigarettes she bought a week ago. It wasn't even open. She thew it over at Ymir. Lately, she had been getting cravings to smoke, but kept from it. She didn't need an addiction on top of all of her other messes. "Still am, sometimes."

She licked her lips, tasting the sea salt. Once upon a time in her life the ocean air felt like freedom and release.

Now it was the rush of fear and anxiety before the battle.

Ymir examined the pack, it was her brand, the one she enjoyed.

She undid the wraps and took one out to have a drag.

"Nothing wrong being selfish, you only live for yourself," Ymir let out. "You and me, we're in each other's heads, even if we don't want to see it all we're just a part of each other. Two hearts and two souls combined, something like that. Not surprising if one of our selves bleeds into the others too, kinda scary though."

She looked up at the sky, she exhaled as a pair of seagulls flew overhead in the reddening sky.

"Y'know...my father used to tell us stories of when he was younger. He used to hunt birds and shoot them for sport- he always told me that when he killed one bird, he'd find another dead on the ground without any harm. He never knew what killed them, only told me it was suicide. Said to us'`mir, Ils`, they fly real high up in the sky, then dive down for death,' and every time he shot one of a pair, the other would be gone the next day.

"Never believed his bullshit until I found Jean."

Krista looked over at Ymir.

"I can't live for myself anymore." Her words were careful. The words on the tip of her tongue made her stomach roll, but she didn't feel anxiety. She felt nervous, nervous like a school girl.

"I made that decision twice since I've met you." She recalled the moment she felt the will to live when Ymir was lost in her memories. It was still in her now.

The second time was when Ymir and her had sex. She could feel herself swell in something that meant more than what she knew.

Krista smiled at Ymir and held her free hand into her own. Ymir's hands that had broken lines told of regret and mistakes, but not once did Krista feel that when her girlfriend's hands held and took her. There was never regret or mistakes.

Just love.

Ymir glanced down at her hand, staring at their fingers locking together.

Was it instinct or love that those birds killed themselves? Since when did animals ever love? It never wrapped around her head that animals were capable of such emotions, people were no different than those animals, they are animals. Ymir watched her horse, that was an animal, no doubt about it. But...was she one too? She had difficulty understanding she was human, she never believed she was, all humane moralities have been torn apart and replaced with instinct.

She wasn't any different to the next creature, only looking after herself, fighting for what she wanted.

Is it human instinct to love?

Maybe.

"We're just a pair of birds then," Ymir slowly said to her as she was slowly reaching her conclusion.

"Think so?" She squeezed Ymir's hand. Despite her smile, the sadness and emptiness towards the loss of fellow pilots remained.

How did it feel when the person you drifted with left? Krista couldn't imagine it. Ymir was truly a large part of her. If she left...

"Ymir," she glanced over to her girlfriend.

She opened her mouth.

The sound of waves and seagulls lulled over the bay. The distant sound of the Shatterdome was all forgotten.

The words finally left her mouth.

She had to let Ymir know how she felt. Just in case one day they never came back from that ocean.

Ymir stared at her, eyes wide and mouth agape. Did she just...what?

Her cigarette dropped from her mouth, it rolled away and she didn't bother to pick it up.

She didn't know how to react to her, she just...stared at her, she tried to process the words and yet she couldn't, it wasn't reaching to her; she checked back to past experience, she found several references but all those were miniscule compared to Krista. The girl had emotions towards her, real, tangible emotions- no doubt she will them, feel them, in the Drift.

Krista was very much real, Ymir would see her true self in Titan every time.

For once, Ymir reconsidered doubting her.

"I'm...sorry I had doubts," Ymir admitted,"I...won't hold back anymore."

Date: May 20 2016
Location: Los Angeles Shatterdome, Los Angeles, CA, United States
Time: 2000

Tonight was the night they would test Hanji's theory.

As Salvatore's death put a hold on the usual operations, the Shatterdome recovered itself and set to work. Hanji had pushed the date away so that Ymir and Krista would have time to recover and allow the test to go without grievance tampering the results. Ymir was set in her usual suit, she was getting ready to go into the co-pilot's side until Hanji's intercom reached them.

"Ymir, we need to run some tests, please be the lead pilot for now."

Ymir's brows scrunched. She returned,"In all due respect, weren't you the one proving why I stay co-pilot?"

Krista went to the co-pilot, finding it more comfortable than being lead pilot. After all, her first battle was on this side.

"Ymir," she set herself into the seat, "maybe they're giving you a second chance."

The conversation with Hanji was going through her head about testing a theory. Krista hoped this 'theory' was worth the avoiding she was being forced to do.

"Science calls," Hanji reasoned.

Ymir immediately went to the right side; it was a general rule that whenever Hanji uttered the word 'science', everyone would flee on the spot. Ymir was not the exception in this as she hooked herself up.

"Initiating Drift Sequence," Hanji announced.

And then the second voice came. 'Initiating Neural Handshake.'

She waited for that wave, to be consumed and toss under that ocean of memories. She let the thoughts flow easily, going through her head without a problem. Her mind suddenly settled on that one particular night together, she was stuck on it.

"Oh shit," Ymir muttered.

Krista felt the memories come through until something came up. She saw herself underneath Ymir, climaxing.

Krista's face immediately turned red as her body went rigid until she shivered. She felt the familiar lust drive deep into her core.

"Ymir," she warned.

"Whoops," was all Ymir let out, smirking.

"Ymir, you're at 99%," Hanji said,"what gives?"

"I said whoops."

She pulled herself out of the moment and was back in the Jaeger.

'Left Hemisphere calibrated. Right Hemisphere calibrated. Both pilots are now connected through Neural Bridge.'

"Commence the trial," Hanji said, her tone wavering in surprise.

They were able to successfully go on, hands and arms moved flawlessly under Ymir's control.

-...-

Up in the control room, Erwin observed with Levi, eyes calculating their movements.

Out of nowhere, Levi concluded,"They definitely fucked."

Hanji didn't tear her eyes from the screens, though her lips slightly curled.

-...-

Krista instinctively lifted her hips. Krista let out a breath when she felt Ymir was able to pull out of the moment, but her mind was left in those thoughts.

Krista felt the connection stronger this time. Her movements were fluid with Ymir and Titan now. She glanced over to her girlfriend with a smile.

An hour of this, continually moving hands and fingers, testing joints and whatnot, eventually came to a close with Hanji telling them,"Beautiful, you guys are done."

Ymir managed to unhook herself to the system and she stretched, letting her limbs relax from the strain. She made her way out to Sasha, the duo began to undo their suits as Ymir was handed her pack of cigarettes and her clothes. Once done and in her usual attire, she immediately began smoking, much to her pleasure. For the most part, she kept her eyes trained on Krista.

The Drift was still fresh in her mind, she was smirking.

The testing went great without any pulls from the Drift. The only problem is she knew what Ymir was thinking about. It kept replaying in her head. The imagery kept her libido on fire well through the hour.

Once they were taken out of their suits, Krista shivered in her own clothing and glared at Ymir.

"Out of all the things to stick to," her words were heavy. She could see that ridiculous smirk on her girlfriend's face.

"I swear," she huffed.

"Something wrong?" Ymir teased her as Sasha and Connie had left, Ymir led her out to the second floor to where they usually smoked. "Something stuck on your mind?"

"You know what you did," Krista playfully kicked at Ymir's shin. She didn't know why but seeing herself vulnerable under made her only want it more than usual.

Krista leaned against the railing, putting her arms against it and running a hand through her hair, trying to cool off her overworking mind. She sighed.

"What ever do you mean?" Ymir asked, playing coy as ever, she was softly laughing, smiling, even some workers that walked by took a moment to pause to see if it was truly Ymir.

Krista punched Ymir in the arm, but didn't pull back. Her hand held the back of it. Fingers stroking underneath.

"Why don't we find out?" She brought Ymir closer to her.

Hanji's voice suddenly sneaked up behind them. "Are you two planning to consummate in Titan?"

Ymir leaped out of her skin for over a mile. "How long have you been there!?"

"Long enough to know that your core temperature, particularly between your legs, has risen above average. Thinking dirty thoughts, are you?"

Krista jumped and quickly removed her hand from Ymir as her eyes went wide.

"W-what?!" Krista's face went red as she put her hands up in defense.

Krista kept sputtering. An answer was way out of her grasp now.

Hanji couldn't but burst out laughing, that woman was strange, no- Ymir decided that she was a freak. Their temperatures were being monitored, no doubt they had holographic images of their bodies going red at a certain region. Ymir rolled her eyes, Hanji backed away, holding her stomach, but in her hand she clutched a piece of paper, a chart.

Ymir leaned over to snatch it away from her. "What's this?"

"R-results from t-this test...regarding Drift Sequence and Synchronization," Hanji wheezed out. "Y-you...you stayed at near a 100%, I...I need to run a few more tests before S-Smith can reassign your position!"

"Hm?"

Krista crossed her arms and glanced away from Hanji's laughter, but looked back when she said the reassignment of Ymir's original position.

"He's actually taking it into consideration?"

Hanji nodded while wiping a tear from her eye. "Oh, best laugh in days- you two want a chocolate?"

Ymir's eyes narrowed as she gave her back the chart. "I have a feeling you lace that shit with acid."

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't."

Krista gave a smile at Ymir's comment though she honestly would believe it.

"No thanks," Krista felt excited for Ymir. She turned towards her, taking her hand. "You heard her, you might get your spot back!"

Hanji zipped away, for she had other advances in her erratic life to attend to. Ymir smiled to her though, she was obviously changing.

"Yeah, I might," Ymir said, though that smile faltered as she thought,"I wonder what caused a change in that."

"I don't know," Krista pulled Ymir down into a hug, "but I do know I'm happy you're getting that position back."

When Ymir was close enough to her, and she saw Hanji had left, Krista put her face into the crook of Ymir's neck, nipping at her skin.

"Hanji didn't exactly have a bad idea, either."

"Bad idea about what-oh?" Ymir felt a rush of heat radiate from her neck, a feint blush came about and she went to grab Krista by her hair, fingers threading into her locks. "Wanna take this to my quarters? Not sure the works want an exhibition unless you're into that sorta thing."

Krista pulled away, looking around them.

"I'm not sure what I'm into to," when the coast was still clear, she put her head against Ymir's chest. She wrapped her arms around Ymir's waist. "Whatever you want to do, I will follow."

Krista lightly swayed against Ymir.

Ymir unwrapped herself from her grasp. "C'mon, I know a place."

She took her to the highest floor where there was the least activities and the least walls, only a single pillar spared them view of all of the workers. Ymir smirked, she suddenly pressed her lips against hers fiercely, wanting to see what reaction she could get out of her this time.

Krista quickly matched Ymir's pace, trying to feel the woman where she wanted her most. The hour in Titan was torturous when she knew where Ymir's mind was.

Krista's hand went straight down and held Ymir through her pants, roughly rubbing her hand against Ymir's core.

"Damn, you're going quite fast," Ymir growled softly against her lips as she rolled her hips against her hand, her eyes rolled back as she pressed her closer against the wall.

Krista bit Ymir's bottom lip. She kept her hold as she gave one last rough rub and removed her hand. She quickly brought her attention down to Ymir's pants, quickly unbuckling the belt and undoing the buttons and zipper. She hooked her fingers into Ymir's belt loops and pulled her close.

"Sitting for an hour while seeing what you thought was long enough," she dug her hand between the fabric and Ymir's skin till she met wetness. She slid two fingers into Ymir and began to pump into her.

"Jesus- hn, fuck," Ymir hissed, breath hitching. She slammed on hand against the wall by Krista's head to keep herself balanced, the sudden intrusion really got her by surprise, she was definitely, definitely, not expect that to come around. Without hesitation, she instantly started riding her fingers, her hand went to shuck her pants a bit lower to give Krista's hand some room.

Krista's spare hand went up to caress the back of Ymir's neck. She pulled her down into a kiss and curved her fingers upwards, finding that spot Ymir showed her long ago. By now she was able to go off without Ymir's communication.

Krista kept her eyes open, making sure nobody would see her girlfriend like this. It was for her eyes alone and she'd be damned if anyone else saw.

Her fingers wrapped around a pipe to grasp desperately at. Her nails dug into the metal, scratching it as her eyes closed. She was still stuck at that night where thoughts pushed her drive higher than what was normal.

Then it hit her.

"Damn, I fucking need you," Ymir muttered to her.

Krista brought Ymir's neck back to her mouth, biting down on the pulse point, and feeling her girlfriend's muscles tighten in a low growl.

"What do you want me to do specifically?" Krista asked, roughly pressing her fingers in and out. She quickly learned that their first night was an exception of Ymir's usual aggressiveness. Not that Krista was disappointed.

"Fuck me, the...the f-fuck you think I need?" Ymir gasped when she felt the pressure of her fingers. Goddamn, when was the last time a girl got her this hot?...nope, never, she hissed sharply and rocked her hips harder over her hand to feel the burn more. Her heart pounded in her head, continually slamming into her throat just as roughly as Krista's fingers were. "I want you to shove your fingers in me, damn it."

Krista could feel the heat from Ymir's sex warm her wet fingers.

Krista gave a mischievous grin as she slid in a third finger and began to pound them into Ymir, making sure to get every inch of her and maintain constant friction against her lover's favorite spot.

"Like this?" She smiled more, knowing she was going to get barked at.

She seethed, her nails scraping against the metal as she gripped harder. Damn, this was feeling too fucking good. The more Krista assaulted her, the more hotter her lewd words became, it was all driving Ymir into a tizzy. She was getting there, it was coming up fast and she wasn't expecting it. The friction of Krista's wrist rubbing against her clit at just the right angle made Ymir see stars when she closed her eyes.

"Just like that," Ymir panted.

Krista watched Ymir's face from the corner of her eye, seeing her eyebrows furrow and her lips twitch with each wave of pleasure. The expression was captivating and made Krista immediately wish she was on the receiving end.

"Ymir, come for me." Krista breathed against Ymir's ear.

Holy shi-

"Keep talking."

"I need to feel you get off." Krista kept her mouth close to Ymir's ear.

Her fingers were beginning to strain from Ymir's tightening muscles. She could feel she was getting close.

"Please," she licked the shell of Ymir's ear.

"D-don't stop talking to me," Ymir urged her.

Krista smirked against the space between Ymir's ear and jaw.

"I want to feel you climax around my fingers. I need to see how you look when you come." Krista bit down again. "Don't make me wait, Ymir. I want it now."

Her face contorted in ecstasy, that rush of euphoria numbed her senses to everything but pleasure itself. It went over her hard and unrelenting, just like Krista. Hearing her so demanding, having her so demanding, it was just too much. Ymir's lips parted, just barely, to let out a strained moaned, if she let everything it, the whole Shatterdome would have heard her.

She felt herself convulse around her fingers, her limbs grew weak and she held to the bar for support.

As quick as it came, it was gone, and slowly, Ymir regained her grasp on reality. She was back to where she was, a panting mess.

Krista felt her fingers still inside of Ymir as powerful muscles contracted and held her in. She kept her fingers inside of her, feeling the warmth and climax consume her hand.

Ymir's breathing halted then came back in a rush. Krista brought her lips to softly kiss her girlfriend down from her climax.

It was like being high, she didn't even realize Krista was kissing her until she was too deep into the kiss. Her hand reluctantly left its grasp on the pole and went to cup her face, then she shifted it up to tangle into her hair.

Against her lips, Ymir murmured,"Where have you been all my life?"

Krista felt herself genuinely smile towards Ymir's question.

"I'm here now, aren't I?" She gave butterfly kisses and pulled away, marveling at how pretty Ymir was in all of her freckled and amber glory.

Slowly, she regretfully withdrew her fingers from Ymir. It made her feel less like she lost a part of her when she did, but knew they'd have more time together another day.

"I'm...I'm glad you are."

Ymir rested her forehead against the wall, she was feeling the aftermath all too well.

"Damn, I won't be able to walk straight," she sighed under a laugh.

Krista frowned, cupping Ymir's cheek with her clean hand.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" She glanced up into Ymir's eyes as best as she could. While she knew Ymir preferred it rough it didn't mean she'd excuse herself for hurting her. There was a fine line between the two. She kissed Ymir's jaw, trying to soothe any possible mistakes she made in their quick affair. "I'm sorry if I did."

She stroked Ymir's face with her thumb, covering the freckles lovingly.

"No, you didn't hurt me...it's just so numbing after that, I can't really walk for a bit," Ymir chuckled, finding her concern funny. She kissed her forehead, smiling softly, tiredly. "Don't apologize for making me love what you do."

Krista gave a small nod and went to task herself on zipping and buttoning up Ymir's pants. She hooked the belt snug on Ymir.

"I only want you to be happy and to feel nice. I don't want to hurt you," Krista replied, holding Ymir close to her. She could smell Ymir's essence in the air. It made Krista relax. She mouthed words against Ymir's skin, reminding her of what was in her heart.

That musky scent lingered, she dismissed it and held to the sentiment in Krista's words. She embraced her once she regained her bearings, she buried her nose into her hair to take in her scent, she loved it, it was familiar and it made her feel safe.

For the first time, she prayed to never lose her.

Krista leaned into Ymir's arms. She felt her heart against her ears. It was a story that was meant for only her to hear.

Krista closed her eyes, imagining them back at the apartment and in their bed. Inside its sheets were no Kaiju or lies. There was only Ymir, her warmth, and her amber eyes that were golden fields on a summer day. It was home.

"We should go home." Krista didn't pull away. Not yet. Just a little bit longer.

"What'll we do at home?" Ymir asked to tease her, she was smiling, already having ideas pop up in her head.

"Well," Krista swayed them from left and right, "I was thinking I'd make us something to eat. Maybe help massage that kink out of your back that you keep complaining about. And, if you're up to returning the favor, we can continue something fun."

Krista withdrew from Ymir, taking her hands and pulling her back to the public view.

"How does that sound?" She gave a soft smile, watching Ymir's face light up. She was happy she could finally read her amber and how they shone when she was happy.

Ymir was slowly learning to tolerate being looked at in the eye, though after a moment, she immediately broke the contact and looked out to the lower floors.

"It...it sounds fantastic," Ymir said softly, quietly, as though she were shy about the plan, she gave her a modest smile and slowly started walking, though she was still feeling a bit of that numbing bliss that made her limp just a little.

"Good. Though, I don't know what I feel like eating, so, you can choose." Krista hoped Ymir had a better idea.

"I don't know what you keep doing to your back, though," Krista gave idle chatter as they went back to the lower, more populated floors.

"Riding accidents when I was a kid," Ymir shrugged,"had this one crazy horse, he fucked me up royally since I got tangled in the fence line and then hit the ground. The trauma kicks up sometimes." She stretched herself. "I gave him up and stayed with old horses in the end."

She thought for a moment of what could be cooked.

"Fuck, a steak sounds nice," she dreamily said. "Once, Ilse and I went to this steakhouse in Tennessee, closest thing to heaven."

Krista gave a soft laugh.

"I guess we will have steak. Though, I don't know if I can make it as good."

She pulled Ymir through the doors to the parking lot where Ymir kept her truck.

"Poor Ymir," Krista sighed, "saving the world from Kaiju and yet still suffers mortal pains like a bad back."

She gave another laugh.

"I will make sure to work on it, babe." Krista squeezed Ymir's hand in a promise.

"I forget I'm still human," Ymir said with a shrug, they got into her truck to where she took a cigarette to light. Once she had lit it, the ignition came on to play a random song off of the radio, it was some soft rock, she couldn't place her tongue on it as well as her lips were on that end of the cigarette. She slowly pulled out of the parking lot, then dashed down the open street.

They finished their dinner after a while, ending with Ymir being left to clean everything up. She didn't mind that she cleaned, after all, Krista cooked. They eventually found themselves at the couch drinking the last of the bottle. Ymir smiled as she laughed over a though, back when she was first arrested.

"...it was over a goddamn pack of cigs!"

Krista had her head in Ymir's lap, feeling a hot blush over her face. Even her ears felt hot and stuffy.

Krista kept her eyes closed and smiled.

"Was it worth it?" She gave a soft giggle, trying to lift her head but found the world was way too dizzying.

"Worth it," Ymir said with a smirk. Her laughter abated. "So...about returning the favor...you up to it?"

Krista opened her eyes to see Ymir staring at her. She slowly sat up, smiling.

"If you carry me to your bed, I don't want my...jeez." Krista's face went blank as she tried to think of how many times they had sex. She was going to make a joke about what she said during their first time, but she honestly couldn't put a number down. "Well, I don't want my whatever time on your couch." She slid into Ymir's lap, she raised an eyebrow. "Unless that's what you want."

"Not that many toys out here unless you want a fire poker going up you," Ymir suggested.

Krista froze before laughing.

"God! No!" She playfully gave a light slap onto Ymir's face. "Jeez! Carry me to your room!"

Krista couldn't stop laughing and cringing at the same time.

"If this is your way of dirty talking, Ymir, I have to say that...it lacks."

Krista leaned into her, shaking her head.

"I think it's good enough."

She picked her up and took her to the room, there, she gently placed her on the bed and then followed after her. She laid atop of her, pinning her down while having hands travel to her pants and then undo the zip and button.

Krista raised her hips off the bed to help discard her pants. Her body was pressed against Ymir, their chests touching together through annoying clothing.

"How do you want to be?" Ymir asked. "Rough or easy? Either way, I'll get you singing."

Ymir threw the pants off the edge, along with her panties.

She was bare in front of her, just how she liked seeing her.

Krista felt her face flush at Ymir's question. Thousands of situations popped into her head, but she knew which one she wanted. She just wasn't sure if she could ask.

Krista cupped Ymir's face, kissing her deeply.

"H-how about," Krista kept their faces close together, licking her lips, "you make love to me? It doesn't have to be soft or rough...but I want it to be...passionate."

"Passionate...? Like this?" Ymir asked as she caressed her hip, the pad of her thumb rubbing over the skin gingerly. "Or do you want the strap on?"

Krista wrapped her arms around Ymir's neck, pulling her in for another kiss.

"I want everything from you,"Krista dragged her teeth along Ymir's bottom lip, "don't make me choose."

"That doesn't answer the second question," Ymir deadpanned.

Krista huffed. Each had their own sensation, but she couldn't have both.

"Strap on," Krista mumbled. She let Ymir go, resting back against the bed. She could feel herself throb from the lack of contact between her legs. Her hand went to Ymir's thigh, rubbing it slowly.

Ymir immediately pulled away from her, she went over to her drawer and took out the belts, she shucked down her pants and stepped out to strap it on. She glanced at her every so often, then got back into the bed to where she grasp her legs. She pushed them apart and went over to her to where she prodded her entrance.

Her hand dipped down to feel her there, to make sure she was ready for it.

"You want this?"

"Yes," Krista breathed, "I want you, Ymir."

She lifted her hips to Ymir's fingers, feeling them slick across her desire.

She withdrew her hand and went up to kiss her deeply. While doing so, she slid it into her, finding resistance but not as much as the first time. She brought her hand under Krista's thigh, lifting it higher than the other to angle herself differently in a way that she knew would drive her mad. Without warning, she started thrusting her hips.

It was messy at first, given that she was drunk, but she started cleaning up her pace, going in and out of her without stopping.

She leaned back to watch her writhe in pleasure, she slid her hand down to her ankle to bring it up higher. Her other hand took her free leg to spread her wider, also lifting it but not as high.

It was such a compromising position yet it was the best sight to be seen.

Krista groaned as she tried to find a pace with Ymir, but kept going off tempo. It took a few more tries before they synchronized. The spot inside of her was being pressed against with every thrust.

Krista grabbed at the bed sheets when she could no longer hold onto Ymir. Every time she sucked in breath, the pleasure would heighten. Krista squirmed underneath Ymir's gaze.

She immediately ceased her movements.

"You know what I wanna hear? That dirty mouth of yours."

"Ymir!" Krista growled. She didn't still her hips as she kept the rhythm, but when she saw her girlfriend wasn't going to oblige right away she stopped.

Krista thought this was supposed to be passionate-full of love. Perhaps she asked for too much.

"I-I don't know what you want me to say," she felt her eyes water. Dammit. Krista rubbed her eyes.

Ymir ceased.

What nerve did she strike- oh.

She kicked herself in her mind. The alcohol was bringing out her usual vulgar self, she bit at her lip. She slowly places down her legs and then leaned back over to her. she instantly cradled her head. An overwhelming guilt washed over her, she did the exact opposite of what Krista wanted.

"Krista...sorry," Ymir let out, head dropping right next to her.

Krista bit her lip as she pushed down her emotions, trying not to ruin more of the moment. She didn't want to say it was ok, because it wasn't, but she knew that she couldn't push Ymir either.

Krista wrapped her arms around Ymir, holding her close. Krista kissed Ymir's shoulder, but a few stray tears came down even when she was able to hide her face from Ymir. The alcohol was making her feel worse than it should have been.

"It's fine," Krista mustered, "It's fine."

She immediately got her head up to look directly at her, meaning that she meant her apology. She pressed her lips against her cheeks, going up to her eyes to kiss those tears away.

"I didn't mean to," Ymir murmured.

Krista closed her eyes, feeling Ymir's warm lips against her jawline, cheeks, and eyelids, kissing every drop away. Krista opened her eyes, staring up at the amber that was boldly looking back.

Krista caressed Ymir's face in her hands.

"It's ok."

The sight before her made her regret ever feeling bitter towards Ymir.

"It really is."

She kissed her lover. She brought Ymir closer to her, kissing her face and every freckle. She finally pressed her lips against Ymir's, breathing words she so desperately wanted back. Krista's thumbs gently smoothed over Ymir's skin.

"Let's try again, ok?" She didn't want to see that look on Ymir's face again.

"Alright, we'll try again," Ymir murmured, she slowly started, though this time, she had better control over herself.

Krista felt Ymir's hips move against her. She went in stride with her.

Krista's eyes were still watery even when she said it was ok. She closed them.

"Ymir," she breathed, wrapping her legs around her girlfriend's waist. She could feel the muscles in her back move every time she made them meet.

Without asking anymore of her, she started moving, slow, careful. She didn't want to upset her, she decided to keep herself quiet, silently enjoying her pleasure.

Hearing her say her name, it should always be enough for her, and it was.