Historia sat at the suite's couch, skimming over the food selection offered by the nearby delivery joints. Everything was either severely greasy or sounded unappetizing. Ymir on the other hand was in the kitchen on her cellphone about an incident at the office with a coworker.
"Fuck," Ymir sighed, impatiently tapping her fingers against the tabletop of the kitchen.
"Did he put you on hold?" Historia stated more than asked.
"Yeah, that fucking gorilla." Came Ymir's grumble.
Historia flopped onto her side on the couch, growing bored. They had specifically gone to the suite for some fun time alone. They left their small town to spend the weekend in the city for the weekend. They both were keen on spending 'quality time' together. Especially after Ymir had educated herself on bondage and dom-sub culture.
Just knowing that Ymir knew was making her excited.
Yet, Historia huffed, she has been on the phone for nearly thirty minutes.
"Ymir?" Historia called out, playing with the cord phone near the couch. Her girlfriend peered up at her from the kitchen counter and then back to the office paperwork she smuggled into their romantic getaway.
"What?" There was at least some guilt.
"Tell me—"
"You fucking oaf! Finally!" Ymir growled at the phone.
"—are you wanting to be a dom or sub?" Historia decided to show she was losing patience.
Ymir merely glanced back over at her with a strange look.
"Sub."
Oh?
Well, that made everything easier for Historia. She grinned as she stood up and went over to their suitcases in the bedroom. She went to unpacking her goodies until she found her padded whip.
"No! I told you the pink copies go to Accounting, the fuchshia ones go to Purchasing, and the goldenrod ones go to Roz. Leave the puce!" Ymir shouted.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT PUCE LOOKS LIKE?! IT IS A PINK!"
Historia went behind Ymir, hugging her, feeling her girlfriend's tenseness.
"Look… alright, it's fine, just a step at a time," Ymir relaxed, leaning back into Historia's embrace.
"Ymir, I'm tired of waiting." Historia told her, lightly tapping Ymir's side with the whip, but she didn't notice. She only nodded at the blonde.
"Reiner, look—colors are easy. It's alright… No, you're smart—No, no, no, we're just both really angry right now and—(SWAT!)-FUCK!" Ymir dropped the phone when her rear was whipped.
"HISTORIA!?" She cried as she held her ass, running across the room with surprise until she saw the whip.
"WHOA! I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO GET WHIPPED!?"
"What? Well… Maybe…but you said you wanted to be the Sub!"
"Sub?! When did—Fuck! Historia! I thought you were ordering something from that sandwich place down the street!"
They both stared long and hard at each other, confused and dumbfounded.
Historia's face twitched as she began to giggle.
Ymir slowly easing into a laugh with her until they were both holding their sides in mirth.
"Ymir? Hello?! Goldenrod to Accounting, right…? Ymir?"
Click.