"When do you two plan to marry?" Her father finally asked, directing the sawmill.
"This summer...during the festival."
"Oh? Showoff," he chuckled, "I take it you two will want a plot of land for a house... there's one available in town or outside in the forest. Take your pick."
And so Ymir went to find Historia to discuss their possible new home.
Historia heard of this, immediately, she told her, "I'd like outside...I want to be with the beauty of this place, everything out there. We can manage out there, won't we, Ymir?"
She was busy sewing Ymir a new shirt, something she needed after years of wearing those long sleeves. She needed a new look, and she took the reddest fabric and began her work, making sure that the stitching was fine enough for her to think it was made by a professional. She had just finished a sleeve and was beginning on the next.
"The forest sounds well..."
"The forest it is." Ymir went to lean over her stool, watching Historia work. Her mind was constantly on their wedding and every day was an inner struggle of desire and happiness.
They promised to wait till their wedding night, but her body was wicked.
Sometimes she couldn't hold it back.
This was one of those times. She brought herself low, kissing Historia's neck from behind as her, wrapping her arms around and immediately grasping at her chest.
"It's so close but so far away," Ymir told her and bit at her skin.
Historia was trying to pierce the thread when Ymir got to her neck, she dropped her things into her lap and deeply blushed, never suspecting that she would have done that, or grasp her chest.
She gasped softly and then slowly went to work, trying to focus.
"It'll come soon enough, you'll be surprised how fast time flies..."
"Truly?" Ymir asked in a heated voice as she lapped at her neck. Her hands massaged her through her blouse as she felt her core heat up at hearing the gasp. She wanted to see if she could get Historia's full attention now.
Ymir nipped away at her neck as her hands went down and then under and up her shirt, dragging her fingernails up her toned stomach, taking her time to get to her chest. Historia squirmed a bit but found herself leaning back into her, hands beginning to shake out of excitement as she tried tying off the thread. She hummed softly to try and stay on task but Ymir's hands were dragging her out of work, distracting her, though it was in a very good way.
"Truly, Ymir...ah..."
Ymir's hands went up to their target when she saw she wasn't rejecting her advances. She slipped under her bra, groping away at her chest, loving how soft she felt in her palms. Ymir gave a cheeky grin into Historia's neck as she pinched at her nipples, playing a little rough as she pressed her chest into Historia's back.
Ymir lifted her lips to behind Historia's ear, breathing hot air behind it.
"I want to kiss you between your legs," Ymir whispered to her, licking the shell of it.
Historia quickly lost herself, her hands dropping to her lap, still holding her chore.
She closed her eyes, suddenly imagining Ymir between her legs, kissing her there- it never dawned on her that was possible, she wanted to know now, so suddenly.
It was something she wished that would happen.
"Do you really, Ymir?" She asked distantly, she gave a slight moan when she felt her fondle her chest.
"I do," she told her, happy that Historia was drawn away from her task. Ymir took advantage of her undivided attention as she roughly squeezed Historia's chest.
"Ah, I want...I want that, it sounds so dirty though I'm so curious as to what it would feel like..."
"I will tell you more of what I imagine," Ymir wanted Historia to be dying for their wedding night like she was. She had overheard her brothers talking about past conquests in other villages, heard their lewd acts while she peeled potatoes before dinner.
She could only imagine doing those things to her fiancé.
She could only imagine.
Ymir gave Historia's ear one more lick before going back to her neck, kneading her chest lustfully.
"I would kiss you from your ankle to your thighs," she told her, pulling one hand down to touch her on her thigh, stroking the said spot with her index.
"I would deepen my kisses, use my tongue there as I got close to you," she drew slow patterns up her thigh, nearing her clothed sex.
"When I finally get there," her hand was at the apex of her legs, cupping her, but never grinding into it, "I would kiss you passionately with my tongue."
Historia's eyes flew open as she moaned a bit louder, her hips went against her hand, wanting more of the pressure. Her hands clung to the cloth as she imagined her doing just that, though her hand was causing her mind to derail all too quickly.
"Oh...Ymir, I want you tongue there, hm..." She felt herself growing hot, burning with a need to have Ymir's mouth just there, doing such things to her, violating her purity. Her toes curled and just gasped once more.
"...I need you there, Ymir...y-you're teasing me like this. Please...I don't want to wait if you keep doing this, please..."
Ymir couldn't deny her some gratification as she put pressure on her sex, rubbing her palm into it. She couldn't help herself from growing hot with lust when she heard Historia beg for her.
"W-we can stop right now," she told her but she didn't remove her hand as her heart was pounding in her throat, "or I can take you on our bed right now."
"What w-would you prefer?" She murmured, she was already lost in the idea of lust, Ymir had taken it too far and teased her more than what she was supposed to do when her hand went to her sex.
"Hm...Ymir?" She moaned again, though she did it on her own, not without her knowing.
"I want you so much," Ymir groaned, pulling away from her neck and regretfully taking her hand away. Her bones were aching for her. It was maddening as her mind fought with her body—control, control, control.
"Every day gets worse... I just...want to touch you and taste you...but I don't want to force you to go back on your words." She made Historia turn in her seat so she could put their foreheads together, panting lightly as she stared into her eyes.
"It's your decision, Historia," she told her, shakily giving her a kiss on the nose.
"Um...hnm," her hand took Ymir's after she placed her work aside. She guided it to her core once more.
"Just...touch me some more but...don't go too far, don't go in just yet..."
In turn, she cupped Ymir's sex as well.
"I need you as much as you need me...I'm just better at hiding it," she whispered into her ear, she then bit gently at her lobe, stopping only to take her tongue just below her ear.
"Fuck," Ymir groaned. She couldn't keep bending over like this. She quickly picked her up, throwing her on the bed and chasing after her, crawling on top as she went to Hitoria's neck, biting and claiming her as her hand went to her sex, rubbing her through her clothes.
"Fuck," she repeated, hissing at the pent up frustration, "how did we-Hnnn... not screw around...during trainee days..."
Ymir knew the answer but she applauded Historia for being strong and hiding it so well. Her mind was already derailing just know Historia was letting her feel her warmth through her skirt.
In return, Historia rubbed harder against her slacks, her legs wrapping around her waist to encourage her.
"I know not...ah, but we definitely will after our wedding. Whenever you want, Ymir, think of that...if I use my mouth on you the way you told me..." She felt her heated sex becoming ever so hotter, she wondered what it would be like there, to have her fingers inside.
"How bad do you long for me, Ymir? How much do you think of me in bed, naked, grasping at the sheets, moaning your name, absolutely begging for pure pleasure for you?"
Ymir groaned but she wasn't satisfied with her hands. She wanted to feel them meeting in a more intimate way. Ymir moved their hands as she put her clothed sex against Historia's, grinding into it with a moan.
"Badly...every day..." Ymir confessed to her, biting her own bottom lip as she went against her.
"Ymir!" Historia exclaimed, her hands wandered to her waist, her legs locked around her completely, dragging her closer so that she could feel her even more.
"Oh...I can't wait any longer...b-but...the wedding night, Ymir."
She had to stop just for the sake of saving it all for the wedding night alone.
She ceased grinding against her.
"Please, Ymir...we have to wait...I'm so sorry, it hurts to do so but I need it as well..."
Ymir's sex was pulsating for Historia's touch as she licked her own lips, almost lost in lust.
"I-It's ok," she assured, trying to gather her wits as she stayed in position, just wanting to savor what would happen, what it would feel and look like. Her heart was hurting in her own chest at all the excitement.
"...I will take you on our wedding," she promised, "and only then."
Ymir gave Historia small kisses as she let them gather their minds.
"I will have my goddess then."
"And I will have my Titan," she whispered, she was shuddering from the arousal, she was having a hard time keeping her mind together.
"Ymir, you really went and made a real mess of me, so much so..."Her eyes watched hers, seeing the lust Ymir had, the love that overpowered it was there.
"Made a mess of you?" Ymir laughed lightly, rolling off of Historia and laying beside her, breathing heavily.
"Look at me... I was nearly going to take you." She sighed, putting her arm over her eyes.
They laid in bed, quiet, regaining composure until Ymir glanced back at Historia.
"...just wait, Ymir...a few more weeks, then it'll happen..."
"There will be people from all over the villages coming here... they will give gifts. It will be a beautiful wedding." Ymir told her, smiling a little.
"I hope time does go fast… I need you in ways that I didn't think I'd need someone."