Ymir/Christa: First Time... or Not
"Reiner Braun, get your ass over here."
Everyone has that one friend that they simply can't stand. The person they can't seem to see eye-to-eye with, can't speak to without starting an argument, love to get dirt on, hate to interact with…. Yet they do interact with them, because for whatever reason, they see each other as "friends," or acquaintances to say the least, and had some unexplainable connection they could not break. Reiner had this exact type of relationship with a girl named Ymir.
The Swedish girl was older than most of her classmates due to her inattentiveness to class work. Rumor had it, however, that she chose to get held back, because of her desire to spend more time with the kindhearted yet also brave Christa Renz: her current girlfriend. Ymir was most well-known for her relationship with the popular girl. How the careless tomboy won the heart of the much sought after blonde girl was a mystery to everyone.
"A 'please' would be nice," Reiner smirked playfully as a very enraged Ymir stampeded toward him. Bertholdt, on Reiner's heels (Annie was off doing her own thing, probably in the gym), widened his eyes in alarm as Ymir grabbed his friend angrily by the collar, his body tensing. Ymir casted a glance his way.
"I gotta talk to him for a sec, chill." Bertholdt responded with a hesitant nod, and shuffled off to the side to give them their privacy.
Most people would shake under Ymir's intense glare; Reiner, however, was used to dealing with a pissed Ymir, and came to find it rather amusing in mot scenarios. "What can I help you with?" he teased.
"The rumors finally got around to me. Why the fuck would you tell everyone that I'm a virgin?!" she hissed, gripping his shirt so tightly that her tanned knuckles turned white. Reiner still remained completely casual nonetheless.
"You found out already? Damn. Well, I'm impressed you narrowed the culprit down to me so quickly."
"I know a guy." By that, Ymir actually meant she had held a boy's face in a girls' room toilet until he told her who had told him the rumor. From there Ymir followed the chain back to its origin: Reiner. "How the hell did you find that out?!" she demanded.
A smirk played on Reiner's lips. "Christa's a very nice girl, you know. We chat a lot in every class we have together," he answered.
Shock, disgust, and a vast amount of lingering fury all mixed together in Ymir's face. "Christa told you?! I'll kill that girl…" Of course, Ymir didn't mean that; she would never be able to bring herself to do any harm to Christa. Besides, Reiner had probably just asked her the question and she was simply too conversational and honest to avoid answering. That being said, Ymir ruled out the possibility of Christa being anything but the victim, and decided the blame was completely Reiner's. "Listen here, Braun. This is war. I'm gonna get the worst shit on you, and let everything know it," she vowed, jabbing him in the chest with her index finger.
Reiner raised an eyebrow nonchalantly. "Yeah? And how do you plan to do that? The only people with dirt on me are Annie and Bertholdt."
"They like me," Ymir insisted snippily.
"They like me more," Reiner argued with a smirk.
Scowling, Ymir gave Reiner a shove and stepped back. "Tch, whatever. See you around, Reiner."
"I look forward to it." Ymir smacked him before turning and trudging off. What a douchebag! she thought angrily as she stormed through the halls. How the hell am I supposed to get back at him? A variety of bizarre, unnecessarily violent scenarios swirled around her mind, until one actually reasonable one came to her attention: prove him wrong. "Prove him wrong, eh…" she muttered under her breath, pausing. Perfect; she began to formulate a plan.
Ymir waited in the school parking lot, tapping her foot impatiently and repeatedly glancing at her watch. She had walked Christa to cheer practice after school ended, and told her she was going to take her home afterwards. It was much more of a demand than a request, though Christa hardly minded; she was perfectly willing to spend as much time with her girlfriend as possible.
Ymir had stopped home to change out of her uniform (the boys' uniform, at that, as per her choosing) and into a hoodie and jeans, and had taken her time coming back. She would have loved to watch her little Christa strut her stuff as captain of the cheer squad, except she wasn't allowed anywhere near the football field. For a few months, Ymir had been a member of the school's football team. She was a valuable player despite being the only female and helped the team win their first game; however, she was known for her lack of tolerance toward her teammates. More often than not she'd get in major fights with the guys, and one day, she went a little too far. Far enough to hospitalize a boy, that is. Although her performance was star material, her attendance and attitude were anything but, so the coach, sick of her behavior, didn't hesitate to sack her from the team. Christa, always on Ymir's side, begged him to allow her to play again, but there was nothing he could do about it anyway: when Ymir's victim was released from the hospital, he filed a restraining order against her.
And so, since that boy continued to play for the team, Ymir was forced by law to wait in the parking lot until the cheer squad and football team wrapped up their practices. "Ymir!" Ymir's head snapped up at the sweet sound of Christa's voice. She was smiling brightly as she jogged over, backpack bouncing on her shoulder. "I took a shower in the locker room so I don't need to stop home…"
"Good," was Ymir's terse response. Christa stood on her tip-toes to give Ymir a kiss on the cheek before ducking into the passenger side of her car. Ymir kept a cool composure until Christa closed the door behind her, after which her face glowed red. Poor Christa had no idea of what dirty things she had in store for her that evening… She shook her head and smacked her own face a little; Christa wasn't as innocent as she looked, surely she'd comply with what she wanted to do. Ymir got in the car.
"So, what do you have planned?" Christa inquired once they returned to Ymir's flat, setting her bag down on the kitchen table and removing her shoes. Ymir stared blankly at her with her hands in her hoodie pockets while inside, she was actually a nervous wreck. How would she answer that question honestly? "I'm going to pull you into my room and have sex with you just to make Reiner take back his word"? Christa was standing there so sincerely in love with her, smiling so serenely… Wouldn't doing such a thing be deemed as betrayal? "There's this new movie on HBO, I've heard it's pretty good… We could make popco-"
Christa's offer was cut off when Ymir grabbed her by her small shoulders and pulled her forward, leaning down and pressing a passionate kiss to her lips. "Come on," Ymir muttered, sliding her hand down to Christa's wrist and standing back upright. Christa blinked for a moment, stunned, then calmly followed after her rough girlfriend as she took her to the bedroom.
Ymir practically threw Christa onto her unmade bed. She kicked off her sneakers and straddled the confused girl, simultaneously delivering heated kisses to her lip-glossed mouth. Her heart raced and her mind struggled to keep up with her actions; what was she doing? The kisses Christa tried to return were feeble and sluggish, which was only natural, with how abruptly Ymir had acted. Well, there was no turning back now… Just when Ymir's humanity began to slip away and instinct clawed its way up to take its place, Christa's hands held Ymir's freckled cheeks in place and pulled her face away. Ymir's body and mind alike froze.
A soft smile appeared on Christa's lovely face. "You were getting a little rough. Sweetie, if you wanted to take our relationship further…. You could have just asked," she murmured affectionately. Ymir's face flushed; she mumbled incomprehensibly under her breath, causing Christa to chuckle. "You seem so nervous."
The blush on Ymir's cheeks glowed deeper. "I ain't nervous!" The breath left Ymir's body, along with all hope of her mind being able to function properly, when Christa gently tugged on Ymir's collar and pulled her down to her height, caressing her lips against hers. If their lips weren't locked together, Ymir's jaw would have dropped in shock as Christa's hands skirted across her body, from her arms to her waist to her flat breasts and then all over again. Instinct kicked in instantaneously; Ymir's callused hands slipped under Christa's blouse, tracing circles over her sensitive ribcage before sliding up to unclip her bra. As her fingers grazed the hooks, though, she paused. While Christa continued to move, Ymir seemed to be frozen in time; not only was her mind failing her, but now instinct was as well. She simply couldn't function, not this way.
She pulled her hands out from under Christa's shirt and stood up. "Okay, hold up a sec. No point in takin' this farther if we won't even be able to get past touching. I mean, I don't have the right toys or anything…" Her eyes darted around and she struggled to keep a cool composure as she said this. True, there wasn't much they could do without the… proper tools, and it wouldn't be considered losing her virginity if she just touched Christa's body and vice versa… Her main concern, however, was that in reality, it seemed she was all talk. What did she know about sex aside from stuff she'd stumbled across online and in magazines? Christa, on the other hand, seemed to at least have a vague idea as to what she was doing; it was only natural, being the much desired captain of the cheer squad. It appeared that Ymir was going to end up being the one being pleasured, not doing the pleasuring, and that was not how she wanted it to go. She wanted to be in the lead.
Christa chuckled gently, sliding to her feet. Ymir tensed; could she tell what she was thinking? Was she that easy to read? The blonde girl stood on her toes to peck Ymir's cheek. "I'll go put the popcorn in the microwave." With that she swept away to the kitchen, her skirt swishing with each confident step she took. Ymir's eyes trailed after her retreating form. She was such a mystery, that girl…. Yet so beautiful, so empathetic, so kind, so… perfect. An absent smile appeared on Ymir's face as she realized how lucky she really was. She followed after Christa and clicked on the television.
"Ugh, come on! You didn't tell me this was a chick flick!" Ymir groaned once the film Christa had mentioned began to play on her HBO.
"Aw, you know you like these movies," Christa teased, a skip in her step as she set the bowl of freshly popped popcorn on the coffee table in front of them and sat beside her tall girlfriend, crossing her legs in a ladylike way.
"Gross." Ymir shoveled a handful of popcorn into her mouth. She wrapped her arm around Christa's shoulders, pulling the girl close to her chest and scowling agitatedly as the movie wrapped up its (cheesy) prologue. Her grimace softened when Christa nuzzled her head against her chest, cuddling as close to her as physically possible and making sure their fingers touched as they simultaneously reached for some of their buttery snack.
The movie progressed as most "chick flicks" did, with the cliché best friend, love interest, and controlling parent archetypes. If not for Christa commentating animatedly and cuddling into Ymir like an overly affectionate kitten, Ymir probably would have fallen asleep. During the particularly boring slow scenes, Ymir would lean down and press a kiss to Christa's lips just to keep herself awake; this usually led to short make-out sessions until the scene started to kick up again. The inevitable sex scenes were slightly awkward, as Ymir sat there shifting uncomfortably with the reminder of what she had tried to do just an hour earlier, while Christa watched with unfazed contentment.
At one point, the main character's best friend died in an abrupt tragic car accident, turning the movie's emotions on high. Ymir glanced down to see tears streaming down Christa's face, her hands covering her mouth. Although she managed to mask it, Ymir felt herself begin to panic. Christa was what made her happiest, and seeing her upset…. "Hey… It's just a dumb movie…" she muttered, soothingly rubbing Christa's shoulder. The little blonde girl attempted to respond but only a choked sob came out of her mouth. With a sigh, Ymir skirted her thumb across Christa's lower eyelid. She did the same to the other eye until the tears stopped leaking down her face, and used her hoodie sleeve to wipe away the trails they had made.
"You know, Ymir… You're really such a sweetheart…" Christa sniffled. Surprise flushed Ymir's face.
"What? Hell no, I'm-"
"The best girlfriend I could ever ask for." Christa dried away the remainder of her tears and gazed up at Ymir with a smile. Ymir glanced away, her freckled cheeks pink.
"That's stupid. Don't exaggerate."
Christa cupped Ymir's chin in her dainty hand and gently turned her face to look at her. "I'm not exaggerating. "Ymir, I have all sorts of boys call me beautiful and ask me out on a weekly basis." Bitterness jabbed at all corners of Ymir's body like needles at those words. "Do you know why I turn them down?"
"Because they're all mindless lardheads that just wanna get into your pants?" Ymir offered with venom in her tone.
"Because you actually love me. You show me in more ways than you know…" Christa's slim fingers stroked Ymir's short ponytail. "And I'm in love with you, Ymir. I love you." She lowered her voice to a caressing whisper. "I love you."
Ymir's heart hammered inside her chest. Christa, her perfect Christa… So obviously in love with her imperfect self…. "…babe…" she breathed, at a loss for words. She took Christa's face in her hands and kissed her; not to occupy herself during a dull moment in the movie, this time, but out of true and unfaltering love for the girl sitting beside her.