Ymir's head rested on Bertholdt's shoulder while they waited under the glass shelter for the bus. Their breath collected together, rising up in smoke-like ribbons. The two of them had only been seated for a few minutes and already the cold was bringing warm colors to their noses and ears. The headlights belonging to the cars approaching them and the taillights of those driving away were the only lights they could see aside from two lamp posts nearly fifty feet away from them on each side.

Bertholdt took this silence in the dark as a chance to shower some affection on the woman besides him, his lips pressing to her forehead and against the roots of her hair. By her reaction, he knew she at least didn't mind the attention… but he was unclear of how much she enjoyed it.

She tilted her head up and tried to find his eyes in the moving lights. When she found the Payne's gray irises that peered through the darkness back at her, she began to slowly lean in towards Bertholdt. Her eyes flickered between his lips and his eyes as an indication of what she was craving. Bert's cheeks ripened with color and warmth as he started to lean down towards the female seated next to him. She surprised him by moving suddenly to wrap an arm around his neck and close the space between their lips, her own meshing to his hungrily.

Initially he cried out in bewilderment with his eyes wide, but he leaned into the kiss within moments of feeling her lips pressed to his. Recalling the memory of her lips was inadequate in comparison to the genuine sensation, he couldn't contain his enthusiasm now that he could see how much she was enjoying the kiss.

Her eyes were closed firmly while she pushed her tongue into his mouth, trying to taste the desire he held for her. She pulled him closer whilst adjusting herself to sit as close to him as she could get without climbing upon his lap. The hormonal changes her body was experiencing had brought forth a perpetual sexual hunger. For nights she'd been able to keep her needs satisfied using her hands and toys, when her hands couldn't quite bring her to orgasm. Now in Bertholdt's company, she allowed for her self-control to retire in hopes he could fulfill her thirst that night.

When he pulled away she emitted a small whine of protest, her eyes searching his expression with worry. They were out of breath, yet Ymir did not appear phased unlike Bertholdt whom was trying to recover from their heated kiss. "Y-Ymir… we shouldn't do this," murmured the giant. "Not here…"

"Then, at home?" she asked.

He gulped before finding his voice, "H-home?"

"You can spend the night at my apartment, you allowed me to spend the night at yours twice now," she insisted, taking his hand in hers and squeezing it firmly. "I want you to make love to me again."

A knot formed in the pits of his stomach and his swollen heart galloped in his chest, his hand clutching hers while he leaned in once more to kiss her. Her intoxicating kisses couldn't continue once they boarded the bus or he would be sporting his enthusiasm the entire ride home, but for the time until the bus arrived, he savored them. Between kisses he whispered her name, his hands now cupping her face while her arms had tangled around his neck, allowing for minimal space between the two.

When they finally parted to take in the sweet oxygen they had denied their bodies, they were rosy in the cheeks. She nudged his cheek with her nose as she panted before she allowed for her eyes to shut, resting cheek-to-cheek with the father of her child. Bertholdt wrapped his arms around Ymir, pulling her into his tight embrace while they sat in silence.

"Will you…?" she asked.

His cheeks flushed, "Of course I will."

Ymir hovered over Bertholdt, her lips locked with his in a passionate caress. Together the two of them had removed each and every garment adorning the other's body until they were completely bare. Her barrette was placed on the nightstand, the only item they had removed in their desire that was placed neatly.

Bertholdt held onto Ymir's hips, slowly grinding his hard length against the inner side of her thigh. A small accumulation of pre-cum ran down her leg and spread goose bumps over her entire body. She reached down with care and gave his length a tender stroke, her eyes opening to peer at the man beneath her.

"Do you want me?" she questioned, a hint of playfulness in her tone.

A small groan of pleasure had come from deep in his throat when her hand wrapped around his length, running from the base all the way to the tip of his penis. "Shouldn't I be the dominant one?" he asked.

The woman had angled herself up with his length, lowering herself down until she was able to stand his member up so she could feel the throbbing muscle against her heat. "Does it matter?" questioned the female. "I thought making love was about enjoying yourself and your partner's body."

"P-partner?"

As she lowered herself down she rested a hand on her growing abdomen, the faintest of moans escaping her lips; "I wouldn't be pregnant if you hadn't been my sex partner, Bert."

She had a point, yet Bertholdt had been both hopeful and worried that she'd meant partner in a more intimate sense. The closeness between the two had been growing, vines twirling around them and tangling them into a relationship containing immense trust and care for one another.

Ymir curved her entire spine as she rocked herself up only to let herself fall back down onto his wonderfully wide girth. Her body had hungered for his company, his touch, his love… She could tell that he had missed her as well in the way his hips bucked up to meet her own, causing her breasts to jiggle erotically. "B-Bert… oh god…" she whimpered softly to the man beneath her, bringing his blush's saturation to an ultimate high.

"Ymir, I-I… you're… you're squeezing me so tightly," moaned the raven-hair student. His hips jerked up towards the heavens, Ymir's inner labia beckoning for him to see the stars. It took all of his willpower for him to sit up on the bed, Ymir still seated on his lap while she paused.

"Bert…?" she questioned, her eyes hazy from the ecstasy coursing through her veins.

Instead of responding verbally, Bertholdt grasped the woman's hips and bucked his own upwards into her warmth. A yelp of pleasure was released from her throat, her head falling forward towards him while she resumed rocking herself over his hips. She raised her arms up to wrap around his neck in the search for support, her face nestling against his shoulder. His eyes glanced at her for a short time before he shut them tightly, gritting his teeth while he hastened his thrusts.

With the two of them moving in sync, Bertholdt plunging deeper inside of her while she let herself rise and sink back onto his length. Ymir's breath was rapidly decomposing until she was panting desperately ludicrously, squeals replacing the moans that had been falling hopelessly out of her open mouth.

Bertholdt could feel the advancement of his orgasm, knowing he was nearing his brink. He opened his mouth, panting shakily before he possessively latched his teeth down on Ymir's neck. She cried out in surprise and clutched onto him tighter while she wailed out in the midst of her indulgence.

"B-Bertholdt!"

Her eyes snapped wide open, no sound originating from her open mouth. In unison, the couple had climaxed. Bertholdt's hot seed had pumped into her body, filling her until her body couldn't hold a single drop more. Ymir could feel the bruise left by Bertholdt's ivories, a stain growing darker where the indents of his teeth remained.

Bert was shuddering slightly, his breath trembling in the wake of their climaxes. His hands had not left Ymir's hips and he found this moment to be an adequate time for engulfing her in his embrace. The warmth of his body further invited Ymir, encouraging her to settle comfortably into his hold.

With her head resting upon his shoulder and the two of them lying side by side on her queen-size mattress, she dared elicit his confession once more.

"I want to hear you say it…"

"S-sorry?"

She glanced up at him, her eyes reflecting the gravity of her repeated attempt. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, Bert."

The rouge tint in his cheeks only flared brighter, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. He'd hoped that she wouldn't resurrect her search for his admission to who his heart yearned for.

"No, I-I don't," he argued, trying to form a solemn expression upon his own face. Based off of the huff of slight irritation, he could tell it wasn't working as he wished it could.

"Don't play dumb. I won't ask again…"

His eyes searched hers apprehensively, desperately seeking for a soft-spot which would allow him additional time to gather his courage. No such luck. "I love you…" he murmured softly, looking away from the woman resting in his arms.

"See, was that so hard...?" Ymir reached up to cup his cheeks in her palms, bringing him closer to her until they were centimeters apart. A smile began to pull at the corners of her lips, the stern expression washing away only to be replaced with a satisfying tenderness.

"I love you too, Bertholdt…"

She sealed her lips to his in profession to her requited fondness.