SUNDAY: Ways of the Past
Ymir's end of semester/informal graduation party was rolling on without a hitch, friends and acquaintances wrecking her floor and creating chaos in her kitchen, but, whatever. You only graduate once. (Usually.)
She flopped down on the couch, where Krista was sipping on a red Solo cup and people watching. With a few pushes and pulls, Ymir got her head in Krista's lap, long legs encroaching on some dude's personal space, and Krista's free hand in her hair. Ymir wrapped her arms around Krista's stomach.
"You think you'll miss this?"
"Yes." Krista brushed Ymir's bangs away from her face, but they flopped right back down. "But it's about time to get out of here."
Ymir grinned, eyes closed. "I feel ya." The dude she had her feet on shoved them out of the way so he could get up and away. She stretched out in full, hogging the whole couch now. Whatever. Her house.
Krista's petting was putting her to sleep. "Have I told you I love you today?" she said, opening one eye to watch Krista's face light up.
"A few times." Krista giggled.
"Well. Still true." Krista hummed, one finger tracing the shell of her ear. "A fuckton of love," Ymir yawned, nuzzling into Krista's stomach. She laughed, making Ymir's face vibrate.
"Right back at ya, crazy girl." Ymir smiled, dozing off to the loud hum of the party and Krista scratching her scalp.
