I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin. This is purely a crack fic.

Historia pt II

Feeling the first bit of sun rays on her face, Historia opened her weary eyes to the morning sun. When she went to go and stretch, she was surprised to find she could not move fully and that an unexpected weight seemed to occupy her bed at the orphanage. Turning her head slightly, Historia saw the farmhand, Hans in bed with her, his arms wrapped around her smaller body, one of his hands resting over her stomach.

She was about to shout at him to leave before remembering why he was there and what she had asked of him. He had just… been playing his part, that was all.

Disentangling her body from his, Historia gathered her clothing that had been discarded and headed for the bathroom adjacent to her room. For an orphanage out in the country that was owned by the queen, the builders had seen fit to install a proper working shower with hot water for her to enjoy.

She turned the water on and let the droplets of cool hotness rain down on her fair hair and skin. "Mmmm~" Historia contently moaned at the feeling, recalling her first time with the man still passed out in her bed.

She quickly shook her head at those memories. Hans was just here to help her with what she needed. No matter what he might have said or how how he made her feel last night, she didn't actually love him, and she doubted that he loved her.

He had certainly enjoyed what they had at the moment though. Historia was offering him a stings-free relationship with the opportunity to elope in sexual intercourse whenever it was convenient. Hans was probably living every man's dream of getting to sleep with the queen, a desire he had probably had since they were but children. Once it was all over, once Eren succeeded in his plan he had disclosed with her, what she had with Hans would probably be over by then, her safety was guaranteed.

But… there was something in the way he had spoken tenderly to her while they coupled last night; something beyond just a lustful passion or some preexisting fantasy. What he had said about wanting to do this for her, to make her happy. And then there was how he had kissed her towards their end climax. She could have gone without the kissing, kissing implied that there was a deeper connection between them which there wasn't.

And yet… she hadn't refused when he had kissed her a second time after.

Crreeek!

The sound of the door opening.

"Who's there?!" Historia called, peeking her head past the curtin to see who had entered. "Oh." It shouldn't have surprised her.

"Sorry…" Hans said, some of his clothes bundled up in his arms. "I just thought it'd be good to change in here. I didn't hear the water running." He was ready to pack back up and go back to the bedroom.

"Wait," Historia stopped him,water running down her golden locks.

"Yes?" he asked.

"I can imagine that you're sweaty from our previous… activity." He nodded. "I don't know how much hot water is left so… perhaps it would be best to share."

Historia didn't know why she had phrased it like that. She knew the implication she had made along with it. But… that was alright, wasn't it? He was still under her employ and promised to elope with her when required. It had nothing to do with the sight of his near naked body with a toned stomach and strong arms.

"If that's what you want," Hans said as he set his clothes down and stripped out of what he had put on. The curtin shifted and closed again and Historia could feel his arm rub against her bare back.

They both kind of stood there for a bit before Hans shifted behind her. He had always pictured being intimate in a showe setting, but this was still new territory for him. Historia was facing away from him, the water running gracefully down her hair and skin. He reached in front of her to grab the bar of soap that was left. He was aware of Historia watching his hand and he brought it back to start cleaning his chest.

"I can do yours, too,if you want," Hans offered once he was done.

Historia considered it. "I… suppose. I must have forgotten to do it myself."

Taking that nervous cue as a sign to proceed, Hans wrapped an arm around Historia's front and started to lather her skin with the suds from the soap. Her chest rose and fell with bated breath.

His free hand wrapped around her as well, cupping the underside of her perky breast and giving a small squeeze. Her feet tapped around on the floor. Seeing the effect he was having on his lover, Hans leaned forward, brushing aside her golden locks and planting a series of kisses to the back of her neck. Historia's body seemed to move back to press against his. One of her hands was moving behind to grab hold of something of his.

Hans tensed up when he felt her petite grasp along his shaft as she moved her hand. "Historia?"

"Y-you shouldn't just be cleaning me," she defended. "You need to get cleaned too."

"I hope not right away," he whispered into her ear as his hand let go of the soap to travel along her creamy thighs, gently moving them apart.

Historia looked over her shoulder and Hans could see the beautiful blue of her eyes. He guided her hand to her entrance and felt his member brush against her lower lips. Her eyes widened a tad and Hans moved his hips forward, inserting himself inside of Historia.

"Mmff~" Historia hid a moan, turning her head as she felt him enter her once again. It did not hurt at all like when he had stolen her virginity, but the feeling was still a ne one.

After giving Historia time to adjust, Hans began to rock his hips, her smaller body moving along with his thrusts. His arm went to cradle her divine hips while his other continued to stimulate her breasts. "You're not hurting, are you?" he asked.

"No," Historia said, not looking at him. "You can keep moving."

Picking up his pace, Hans continued to pump his erection into Historia. She was still so unbelievably tight, massaging his length and girth just right. He brought his head down to her shoulder and lightly nipped at it.

Historia was trying to assure herself that the warm from the water was what was making her breath so ragged, not the carnal act she was engaged in right now. Even as she brought her hips moving back to meet with his rapidly increasing thrusts, she tried telling herself that she was just trying to stay warm.

Feeling her move against him, Hans grabbed hold of Historia's hips to better guide her as well as to keep himself locked inside of her warmth. The sight of him pounding into her from behind was almost a fantasy come to life. He gave a large thrust into her and she caught herself by putting her hands on the shower walls.

"Are you alright?!" he asked apologetically. He never meant to almost hurt her.

"I'm fine," she assured, not bothering to look back. "You can keep going."

Not wanting to disappoint Historia, he did keep up his movements, but not before changing it around a little. He ran a hand along Historia's thigh and lifted her leg up so he could properly support it. His other arm went back to cradle her waist as she found herself balancing on one leg standing sideways almost. He was better able to see her face this way. Her blue eyes almost wide in surprise as he was able to reach deeper inside of her now with his movements.

Historia's mind was working hard not to go into a frenzy right now as she struggled to keep her breathing under control as Hans applied stimulating kisses from her breasts all the way up to her collarbone and her neck. It felt so… so…

"Hrrn! Historia~" He moaned as he picked up the pace of his movements. "I'm going to… I'm going to… Hhaa! Historia!"

Hans gave a massive thrust into his lover, burying his cock fully inside of Historia as his seed released in bountiful amounts of veritable strands. His legs would have given out, but he remained firm in supporting Historia in the position they found themselves in, letting his seed continue to pour into her.

Historia felt his release and the flash of heat that invaded her inner cavern. She could feel his manhood growing slack as he shot out a few more ropes of his potential for her to take. He finally moved to separate from her, letting go of her leg and pulling his member free; some thick strands ran down the side of her thigh as it sought to escape.

That was it?

It hadn't hurt at all, but Historia couldn't help but note that it seemed far faster than when they had first done this. She hadn't even experienced her own climax. Hans seemed to notice her expression.

"Historia, did you not enjoy that?"

"You performed fine," she told him, feeling some of his semen running down her leg to the shower floor. "Thank you."

Hans moved his hand down to stroke and stimulate his member. "Hold on! Just give me a minute and-,"

"I said you performed fine," Historia repeated. "You did what I required you to do. Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe I have to clean myself once again."

The following day, Hans considered what he could do to make it up to Historia, his mind hardly focused on the tasks at hand. He must have just lost himself to the lust he felt to Historia and had only focused on his own pleasure. Now, he was determined to correct that.

The following hours, he spent in Historia's room while she was out watching the orphans, making sure he had it ready for tonight.

By the time the sun was setting, Historia was headed back up to her room and spotted Hans exiting.

"Forgot something up there?" she asked, gaining his attention.

"Oh, Historia. No. I'm hoping everything is as it should be."

"Unless you moved it around, why wouldn't it be?" she asked.

"Uh," he seemed unsure. "Maybe if you came and took a look, you'd see."

Arching a brow at his comment, she followed him inside her room.

Everything was where it ought to be, but he seemed to have taken the liberty of adding a few additional things to the table she had up there. There were a few candles that were lit, plates had been made with some of the locally grown food and it looked like he had even secured a bottle of wine from the closest district.

"Well?" he asked.

"What exactly am I supposed to be looking at?" she asked. "What is all this for?"

"It's for you," he told her.

"Me?"

"For both of us, I mean," he added. "I thought I'd make dinner for us tonight."

"Have you ever cooked before?" Historia eyed some of what was on the plate.

"A few times, but that isn't really the point," Hans said. He pulled a chair out for her and she reluctantly sat down. He took a seat across from her. She took a bite from what he had made. It wasn't exactly horrible.

They ate for a bit in silence.

"So what is the point of this?" Historia finally asked. "I or one of the other workers around here could have made something."

"I guess to apologize," Hans said as he sipped some of the wine. It tasted bitter. "For this morning."

That's what this was for? "That's it?" Historia asked. "I told you it was fine. We both know what the end result will be from our coupling. So long as that goal is met, any feelings we have on the matter are irrelevant."

"Do they have to be?" he asked.

"Eh?"

"I mean that, I told you before that I don't just want to do this to just have sex with you," he explained. "I just let some baser instincts get the better of me earlier, but that doesn't mean that your feeling should be forgotten. Historia… I have liked you since we were kids, and I know now that I had a pretty weird way of showing it."

"Hhmph," she grumbled at that.

"But I want to make it up to you," he continued. "I don't want you to feel that your just some conquest or bragging right to me. I want you to feel good about what we do. I do want to have a child - children with you, and I don't want to be absent for them or you."

"You have the title of Queen's Consort, you won't be completely absent," she told him, trying hard to ignore a strange feeling burning in her core and stomach at his words. They had a deal, nothing more.

"And I don't ever want to be," Hans continued. "I do want you. I do want a family with you." He scooted his chair closer to hers. "And I want to make you feel happy more than anything." His hand moved to cover her own. She didn't pull away.

This was wrong. She wanted it to be wrong. They may be intimate, they may be lovers, but that was it! She… she felt nothing more. Nothing more than what she should. She could have anyone, anyone could be her consort and see her grow with a child. He was…

"So show me," Historia told him.

Hans closed the distance between them and captured Historia's lips with his own. It felt weird as he was the only one actually putting the effort into the kiss, but the taste of Historia's lips was enough for him.

He pulled her fro her chair over to his so she could sit on his lap. She made no objection. His hands roamed her smaller body, working their way past her clothing, moving it aside so she could just be in her undergarments. Historia didn't object to any of it, but she wasn't making any move to do anything to him. She had accepted the challenge and would see if he meant what he said in wanting to pleasure her.

Hans worked one hand to her breasts, discarding her bras as so he could properly work on stimulating the perky mounds of flesh, planting tender kisses along her flawless skin before he moved his hand to massage the back of her neck, rubbing it in small circles.

"Ooh~" Historia gave the tiniest of moans but Hans took that as a good sign as he sought her lips once more, bringing them crashing together as miniature fireworks erupted between the shared space of their mouths.

"Hmm~" Hans contently moaned into the kiss, feeling Historia moved her lips just the slightest bit.

She did move into the kiss just a little, but that was also due to the feeling of Hans' fingers rubbing against her netherregion. She moved her legs just enough so he could tear away her last piece of clothing away.

He didn't know how fast he undressed himself, but it must have been record time as he was standing up with Historia, his hands each cupping her sweet thighs as he moved her to the wall with her legs spread. The tip of his erection was jerking with tease at the entrance of her sex. One look at her eyes and Hans gave into the challenging look.

He entered Historia with a passionate vigor, burying himself deep inside of her.

"Mmff~" Oooh~" they both moaned at the feeling.

Hans pressed her further to the wall, securing her there as his hands travelled up to cup and massage her mildly bouncing breasts before cupping the sides of her face as he leaned forward to place a kiss at her forehead and all over her face, claiming it with his lips.

Historia didn't find the strength to deny him any of it - of her. If this is how he believed he would show her his devotion, she was humor him. She wrapped her legs around his bucking waist to keep herself secured from falling. Her arms wrapping around his neck to feel the muscle he had on his back from working the fields all day.

She could feel his labored breathing next to her ear as Hans lightly nipped at it, her hair in his face not bothering him at all. "Historia~" he panted her name. "You feel amazing, Historia~" His next words shocked her. "I love you."

Her blue eyes widened at that and she turned her head to face him.

"What did you - hmmmff~?" Historia could not finish as Hans leaned over to capture her lips once again. This kiss felt different than the ones before. He was actually trying to convey pure emotion with it.

The feeling of his hands running along her body, of his fiery kiss, of the way he was taking passionate delicacy with how he fucked her, Historia felt her head begin to spin as her vision began to blur. She could feel only one word escape her lips.

"M-more~"

Hans figured he must have moved them over to the bed even if he didn't remember doing so. They both laid on their side facing the other as Hans lifted one of Historia's legs in the air so he could move into her with unrestricted ease. He looked into her brilliant blue eyes and saw them clouded over with lust. Now was the time.

"Historia… I'm about to…" he could feel her inner muscles work around his length as he buried into her. "Take it, Historia! It's all yours! Gnnnahh~!"

"Haaaa-mmmfff~!" Historia's moan was stifled as Hans claimed another kiss from her as both of their climaxes overtook them.

Hans gave a few final thrusts into Historia, ensuring that his generous seed reached deep to hopefully take hold within her.

He brushed a loose strand of blonde hair from her face as they both just stared at each other for a time not really sure what to say. Not saying anything, Hans stole one last kiss from Historia who didn't bother to resist.

Before, Historia wondered if she could make this work. Now, she was more open to the possibility than before.

Author's notice, Sorry about that super long wait. A lot of stuff was wrong in my life but I still wanted to write this part. I don't know when the next chapter will be out, but that one will feature Mikasa.