Date: February 14 2017
Location: Tokyo Shatterdome, Tokyo, Japan
Time: 0800
Valentine's Day rolled around the corner.
To an extent, the Shatterdome was lightly decorated for the occasion.
With Ymir, however, she laid in bed, quiet, wondering where Krista went when she had woken up. She was hoping they'd take the day off, forget about their problems, and just live as a normal couple for at least twenty-four hours.
She took a long drag with her cigarette, staring blankly at the ceiling until a phone call knocked her out of her daze.
She reached over for her phone and answered.
"Yeah?"
"Um, Ymir, something's come up," came Sasha.
"Uh-huh...what? You need a blunt but can't get it?"
"That, and also, there's some man here, he's been hangin' 'round in Smith's place, also around the place— he's one of the top investors."
Ymir stared at her phone for a moment as though the woman was shitting her about calling her about something so mundane.
"The fuck, why should I care?"
"I just— ah, shit, I need to go. I'll tell ya 'bout him later."
"Sasha, why—"
She was already done.
Sasha knew better than to call her about such a thing, Ymir merely shrugged and let her phone rest by her head.
"Fucker..."
Krista quickly went to the nearby trashcan outside of their bunker, throwing away the evidence of her surprise. She glanced around, making sure nobody saw, and smoothly went to their bunks.
"Hey," she went in, closing the door behind them.
"I hope you don't have anything planned for today?" She wore a small smirk, crawling next to her wife and glancing at the nearby phone.
"Sasha called?" She saw the caller I.D still blinking.
"Yeah, I dunno what she's up to. Sounded urgent but I think she's tripping out on something," Ymir said, she looked over at her.
"What're you smiling about? I don't really plan much for anything, not really the best at these things."
"I figured," Krista gave a soft raspberry to Ymir's arm.
"Since I do all the planning anyways," she rolled her eyes, "either way, you'll see later tonight."
She sealed the promise with a chaste kiss and darted away, giggling.
"Ay!" Ymir exclaimed, she tried getting up to go after her but she had already made it out the door.
"The fuck, everyone's weird today..."
-x-x-x-
Ymir was perched over the railing that barred pedestrians from the sea. She took to being at an unoccupied part of the docks as there were less people to deal with.
She texted her wife to let her know where she was— it was always her past time to watch the sunset, and, sadly, it wasn't well spent given that she hadn't seen hide nor hair of Krista for the entire day.
She merely accepted that Krista was too busy and quietly watched various couples in the Shatterdome take their breaks to spend their day with one another.
Her hands reached for her pack to light another— she coughed violently, causing the pack to fall to the water from loose hands.
A part of her died when she dropped her pack but she decided to start heading back in.
On her way, she finally found Krista.
"There you are."
Krista took Ymir's hand smiling. She had just finished closing off their hallway from anyone who'd enter. She was given permission due to the special day. And a lot of people knew it'd happen regardless if it was accepted or not.
"There you are," Krista shot back with a not-so-innocent kiss.
"Should go back to our room," she gave another heated kiss and broke away. She disappeared around the corner.
Ymir stared at her, dumbfounded, even as she disappeared again.
Frustrated with her game, she took to sprinting around the corner to try and follow her, but she had faded away into the crowds. She took to taking the closest lift up to their floor, her impatience causing her to bash her fist repeatedly into the button.
When she got there, the hallway to their room was closed off with dark, black paper except for a cut-out doorway. Very precisely measured to Ymir's height.
Ymir stepped through it and found the lighting in the closed off hallway was softer from wax paper covering the lights. Even candles were set on the pipes and around the floor.
On the ground was a trail of red and white rose petals and chocolate kisses leading to their doorway.
"Sensual," Ymir commented, looking around in the dimmed lighting. She cautiously walked on, taking care of the roses that lined the way. The aroma of roses and chocolates—something else sweet as well— assaulted her nose, leaving her to wonder what made Krista go through the effort for all of this.
She managed to get to the doorway. She turned the latch on the iron door and opened it, expecting her to be in the room.
"Krista?" She asked, slowly opening it.
There wasn't a response as the door swung open.
Inside were candles of different shades of red, pink, and white. Roses in rich reds were above the candles like clouds crowning a sunset.
On the bed was a letter wrapped and tied neatly with twine, sealed with wax.
Ymir went over to the bed, taking up the letter and breaking the seal, she read the contents that were written in a rather fancy, elaborate writing.
'Now that I kissed the ground you've walked on, I may look and take your lips.'
Krista had followed Ymir up to the room, barely getting up there in time for the right moment. She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.
"Happy Valentine's Day." She had taken inspiration from their wedding night and went out specifically to buy lingerie. Ymir didn't lie when she said the sex industry was large. She had a lot of options to choose from.
She wore a red corset with black trimming and burgundy lacework. The garter belt matched with dark stockings.
"I made sure nobody would come this way," Krista glided the distance between them, wrapping her arms around Ymir's neck. Her left leg lifted and wrapped around Ymir, pulling their bodies flush against each other.
Ymir wasn't expecting this, so when Krista approached her from out of nowhere, she flinched and dropped the letter; she turned just in time for Krista to suddenly pull their bodies close.
She only caught a glimpse of what she wore from afar, but she quickly neared her— it was enough to send a blush up to Ymir's cheeks.
"Guess it was an easy thing to do," Ymir said under her breath.
Her knees buckled under the bed, sending her back with Krista atop of her. She managed to catch herself and gently get herself seated onto the bed with the blond in her lap.
She looked up and down her body, her hands were at her waist, appreciating her form.
"...you do have fine tastes for that stuff."
"And you have fine tastes for noticing," she gave soft kisses all over Ymir's face. Her hands were running up and down Ymir's arms, feeling the muscle and warm skin underneath.
"You seem surprised," Krista pulled away to cup the side of Ymir's face. Her thumb brushed over the span of freckles and red.
"Are you surprised I'm doing something for you today?" Krista wasn't sure whether Ymir had ever celebrated Valentine's Day before. She heard all about it before she met Ymir.
Sure, she wasn't interested in relationships, but there was always a longing to have that connection with someone.
"Very pleased with it, actually," Ymir softly told her as she leaned her face into her touch, savoring that Krista was affectionate. Her fingers traced endless circles on her curves. Her smile broadened in approval while she licked her lips.
"So this is what happens on days like these, thought it was only in movies." Her hands traveled around her back to undo the corset's ties, but she decided against it. Instead, only going down to play with the garter.
"You look too hot to take this off," Ymir murmured thoughtfully.
"Wonder how to do this..."
Krista gave kisses to the neglected side of Ymir's face. The skin was hot under her touch.
"Anyway you want, this is your night," she brought her mouth down to Ymir's jawline, kissing gently. She went further down till she was at Ymir's neck. She only gave wet kisses, refraining from biting or licking.
"I'm willing to try anything at least once," she coaxed Ymir to try something new. While they had a very healthy sexual relationship, they were still rather vanilla compared to what Krista had been reading.
"Hm, hm, true," Ymir said, she wanted to be bitten, she may as well command it.
"Bite me, hard. And don't tease."
Krista didn't hesitate to Ymir's demand. She sunk her teeth in and clamped down into the pulse point she knew was there. Krista often though that Ymir might've been a vampire with how much she got off on the idea of being bitten.
Ymir hissed, eyes fluttering closed at feeling her teeth sink in. A hand went down, going below her garter to play with her sex, not enough to just get on with it but rather to tease her. She toyed with her slit, fingers running just at the lips, going no further— she was pleased to find her already soaking, she must have been waiting for this all day.
Ymir used her free hand to gently nudge Krista to the side, letting her fall back; she followed her, settling between her legs while still keeping her hand at her center, never ending.
Krista sent vibrating moan against Ymir's skin. Her heart was fluttering at feeling Ymir's hand at her desire. Everything was sensitive under Ymir's fingers. It felt like their first time all over again.
Krista let Ymir press her down onto the bed. She kept herself from bucking into the fingers to try and get her to go deeper. Having her hover where she wanted was making her face feel like it was on fire.
Ymir didn't go any further, not what Krista wanted, she smirked giddily and withdrew her hand, licking away at her fingers.
"I wanna see you get off to yourself," Ymir murmured, she sat back to watch her.
Krista's eyes were set on Ymir's fingers and tongue.
"A-Alright," Krista brought her hands up to her chest, rubbing and groping roughly, trying to imagine it was Ymir doing that to her. Her breath hitched, feeling Ymir's eyes on her. She lowered her right hand and dug it underneath her underwear. Her fingers went to her clit and began to rub slowly.
"Y-Ymir," she felt her eyes grow hot. She shut them tightly, trying to focus on their love right now.
The scene unfolded itself rather beautifully. Ymir bit at her bottom lip, eyes drawn to Krista's hands— she could see them make quick work.
She blushed at watching. She felt herself becoming wetter with each stroke. Her hand at her chest went down and underneath her underwear. Her spare hand went down to her folds and began to slip her fingers in and out.
Radiation.
Krista kept her eyes closed, trying to think of Ymir inside of her, and feeling her work into her.
Miscarriages. No feet in the sand. Kaiju footprints all along the coastline. Graveyards.
Krista couldn't keep going as she stopped.
Tears flooded in as Krista was hit with the fear and anxiety she had been holding in. It assaulted her senses. Krista pulled her hands away, sputtering and sobbing.
How many times would Ymir and her try to have children?
How many times would it end with a miscarriage or a doctor saying to try again?
Their future that they held onto was leaving her.
"I-I-I'm sorry," she coughed, trying to compose herself but she couldn't. It was like sharp knives in the back of her skull, grinding and itching to get into her. They wouldn't leave, sending sharp pin pricks up and down her back as a reminder of what the future brought-death and disappointment. Her stomach was heaving and constricting as her dreams and hopes kept pressing further and further until they were gone and devoured by the darkness of doubt.
"I-I," she couldn't think except for the image of her and Ymir's children in orange clothing, going into prison, and hearing gunshot one after another like a wicked assembly line.
Things went wrong, fast, Ymir sat up straight, perking up at the sudden change in expression. She immediately had an inkling of where the blonde's mind went, she went over to her, grabbing her, and she pulled her into her lap, embracing her. When Ymir's arm wrapped around her she only felt worse.
A lump formed at Ymir's throat as she held her close, a cold wave of water washed over her.
"It's alright...it's ok, Krista," she muttered. She knew they had been avoiding the topic for awhile, too scared to wander into something that might dampen their hopes.
Fuck.
She ran her hand through those blond locks, trying to offer her the best comfort possible.
"Easy, easy, it'll be fine."
In truth, her own chest was burning— the desire to leave this place altogether, she fancied it more than anything.
Living with fame as a Ranger, it masked the truth of it all— she'd rather be rolling about in dirt than have to suffer the consequences later on.
"N-No it won't." Her optimism on their future was fading and leaving her quickly.
"It will never be fine," she wiped away snot and tears with her arm. They came to the Jaeger program for their dreams and soon enough they acquired new dreams, but it didn't work that way. The Program only leeched off the new dreams till they were shells filled with longing and disappointment.
Krista wanted to say more but it came out as a choked sob and she crumpled against Ymir, almost wailing.
The arms that held her would do the same in the future when she couldn't get pregnant. She'd hold her close, offering that adoption was still an option.
Ymir and her surviving the Kaiju.
Being brought into the middle of emotional drama.
Fights to come.
Their bodies growing weaker from the radiation poisoning.
Not being able to have their children.
The possibility of Ymir being pulled back into prison.
It was all crashing down on Krista.
"Shush, Krista," was all she could let out, she rocked her gently, trying her best though it only seemed to worsen the situation.
"Please, Krista, please..."
"What...what if it happens to us?" She buried her face into Ymir's shoulder, trying to slow down her crying, but only ended up almost suffocating herself.
"I can't, I can't," Krista repeated. Her hands dug into Ymir's shirt as she attempted to anchor herself to a level of comprehension between sobs.
"I don't want it to happen," her words were muffled.
"It won't," Ymir assured her, or at least tried to, she was doing rather poorly.
"It won't."
If their future was taken, Krista realized she had little to no will to live. The vacancy and depression was still there but only hidden under the love Ymir had given her. It was masked and hidden so well it didn't occur to her till now.
Krista clung to Ymir.
"P-please...don't let it happen." If Ymir or their future was compromised—Krista swallowed down another whimper as the tears were slowing down.
"It won't," Ymir murmured. For a moment things went quiet between them, she started humming lowly, then words began to form—she sang to her softly, trying to calm her.
Krista froze as she thought Ymir was talking, unable to hear the words, but realized it was the first time she fully heard her sing let alone to her. Krista quieted her crying as much as she could, trying to listen to Ymir.
Ymir's low, deep voice mimicked the song she knew. She went in tempo with it, her voice echoing in the solemn room; she patted her head down, still trying to soothe her.
"And I sing for the patient mother, naive and childlike lovers, sing to get out of this place..."
Krista's sobs were silent but she kept shivering as quiet tears went rolling down her face.
"W-What song is this?"
"Strike the Slate," she answered, nearing the end of it, her singing went on. She wiped away Krista's tears, cleaning her eyes. Krista knew the fears would never leave, but they were calmed for now. She felt something dig into her skin.
She pulled away, seeing the corset digging into her skin and a piece of frill was wedged somewhere.
Krista sighed, closing her eyes.
"I'm sorry," she ruined their night with these stupid insecurities.
"This was supposed to be your night..."
"It's fine, it's fine," she told her, kissing her temple.
"It's understandable." She kissed her again.
Krista nodded. The room was becoming a little warmer from all the burning candles.
"We should...go see Hanji about it some time. Not today," Ymir frowned. She could almost see her and Petra attempting a date of some sort.
"I want to know as soon as possible," if it was preventable or could be lessened in anyway.
She kissed at her neck, though only to give her comfort.
"We'll find out, we'll find out."