"Sushi? Never really had it." I admitted, walking with my arm linked with hers. She kept close to me and many people gave us thumbs up, or commented on what a cute couple we were.
Historia seemed to eat up the comments with bashful blushes and silly smiles. In return, I could only grin and hold her tighter to my side.
"Really? I thought you would have." She hummed all too innocently. We walked into the doors of the mall and I snorted, leaning down to kiss her temple.
"Shush, you."
"Oh? What, did I say something wrong?" She might've had a pure tone but the cocky like smirk that was lightly tugging on her lips told me otherwise.
"For a girl who doesn't like sex, you sure do talk about it a lot," I remarked as we only went a little ways before going into the sushi restaurant.
It was something I didn't quite see before—platters of food on a conveyor belt. Fancy that.
The attendant seated us and Historia already was on the search for whatever.
I watched as plates after plates after plates came marching down the side of me until I spotted something all too familiar.
"Oh," I was already drooling, "salmon."
I was swiped three platters and somehow managed the chopsticks—slopping the piece into my mouth.
It was fucking heaven.
Historia laughed when the rice came apart and slid down my shirt.
"I thought you'd like it," I never thought of her to be the smug type yet here we were.
Finally, whatever she was waiting for came—it was a plate of three balls covered in sesame seeds.
"What's that?" I asked as she popped one in her mouth.
"Sesame balls," she hummed, "they have red bean paste inside of them."
Red bean paste?
Like, beans in chili? No thank you.
"Eh," I gave it a quizzical look.
"It's sweet, here," she effortlessly brought her chopsticks down, grabbing it and presenting it before my lips.
Tentively, I took it into my mouth—ah, the pride on her face!—and chomped away, finding it to be rather okay.
"Hm," I licked my chops, thinking before shrugging, "I prefer my salmon—oh, shrimp, too, huh."
We were buried deep in our own food for a while until Historia seemed less interested in her fifth plate of sesame balls.
"So, Mouthful," she grinned, catching me when my face was stuffed with a California roll, "is it okay if I ask questions?"
Questions?
Oh boy.
I hoped that Sasha didn't blab her mouth about shit. Not that we were messing around anymore but I didn't know if Historia was the jealous type.
If she asked me to not hang out with Sasha as much, I would have to draw some li—
"When did you know you were a lesbian?"
Ah. I swallowed and took a drink of my water, clearing my throat up a bit.
This was the usual question.
"Is this your first time dating a girl?" I asked because before I ventured into that tough yet simple subject I wanted to know what angle she was coming from—was she a confused girl taking me for a joyride, or was she trying to feel how experienced I was?
"W-Well, yes, of course it is," Historia had a strange edge to it.
"What's up with that?" I asked, gesturing to her.
She huffed, looking away.
"I-I don't know." She muttered in a spoiled sort of way.
"Hey," I chuckled, trying to ease off of her, knowing discomfort when I saw it, "it's alright—but know it's kind of unfair to pry me open and then get angry if I prod at you, too."
Historia shied from my words, braiding the ends of her hair in anxious knots and curls.
Her lips strained a few times like she was biting back words and I busied myself with a few more bites, letting her know that this wasn't anything too serious despite it sort of being so.
"I'm just nervous," she sighed, relenting to continue the conversation. Seems her curiosity won over her indecisiveness.
"That's fine—if it's new it'll do that to you." I shrugged and she blinked a few times, smiling slowly at me and then slumping her shoulders, staring at her half-empty plate.
"You're so understanding…" She whispered and I couldn't tell if it was a compliment or her admitting defeat.
"Heh," being understanding wasn't something I'd describe myself as—especially after informally being banned from future LGBTQ meetings, "well, I knew I liked girls for a long time."
There were reasons that led to me strictly being all about the ladies, but confessing that to someone—let alone at a sushi place—was not on the list of to-do's.
"Ever since I was small, I would always daydream of kissing girls—had big crushes on the pretty actresses on the TV and stuff," I played with the straw of my drink as she watched my hand.
"I didn't really figure it out till," I paused.
Till Sasha drunkenly came out as a bisexual at a party and from then on we became cuddle and kiss buddies.
Then more.
Hah.
Well, might as well tell her so she knows I'm being honest with her. Anything kept from her might as well be considered lies.
"Well, till I kissed Sasha my Freshman year."
Historia's eyes lit up.
"Sasha? She's—"
"Yep. She's a damn good kisser," I laughed, embarrassed at it all.
Historia stared long and hard at me.
"Are you two—"
"Nope. Just good friends. We fool around when we're single, but she got her dream man in shining bald armor. And I'm very happy for her," I emphasized the last bit so I could quell any possible seeds of jealousy or doubt.
She licked her lips, staring at her food and then back up at me eagerly.
"It came to you that easily?" She asked, hopeful.
It was strange to be so excited over what I said—I found it as dull as reading a history book, because that's what it was. Old news.
"I guess so," it made me a bit uncomfortable because there was more to it, but, again, a fucking sushi place confession to a dream girl I didn't want to fuck it up with? No thanks.
"That must be nice," Historia sat back in the booth, playing with the sesame balls now.
"I have no idea what I want."
"Really?" I asked, seeing her frown and look suddenly so much smaller.
"I have no idea what I am."
"Well," I grabbed a piece of rice, flicking it at her and making her scold me, "I know that you're into me…and that you're Historia…and I think that's pretty nice."
She choked up such a laugh and smile that it made me almost wince at how beautiful and bright she shined from hearing that.
"Oh, Ymir," she would've thrown herself on me, I swear, if there wasn't a table between us, "you're such an…ah, angel…You're a sweet, lovely angel."
Angel?
I felt my blood rush and I was left there, stupefied and itching my cheek, watching the sushi go by much faster than my slow brain could form a sentence.
"Well, I guess," I grumbled, unhappy at the reaction stupid, wimpy pet names had on me. It was really strange to be treated like… well, a girl.
I was always giving the mushy pet names here and there, but to be given such things back…
"How about we head back to my place for a little?" Historia suggested.
"Ah, I actually have to go study… In college and all."
"So do I, but I won't take too much of your time, alright?" She promised but then she added a wink.
Oh.
Oh, when did I charm and seduce her?
Oh.
"Alright."
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"I will be right back," I told Ymir who was lazily lounging on the couch, mindlessly watching the TV with a nod. She lifted her shirt a bit—revealing the outline of relaxed abs—and itched near her tummy.
Ah.
"Not going anywhere yet," she promised and I quickly slunk off to my room with intentions completely elsewhere.
Once behind the safety of my door, I sighed and ran to my bathroom, quickly ripping off my pants and underwear.
I was wearing spandex under my jeans to keep myself in place, but... I needed something better now. I knew myself the best and knew what I was about to do would make it painfully obvious.
I went to my shower, running it on as cold as I could get because I could already feel my body reacting to the idea of Ymir—ah.
I felt myself twitch and I clicked my tongue, bringing out a small pink plastic tub into the shower, letting it fill a bit before turning it off. I grabbed the nearby cup, filling it with that icy water.
My balls were beginning to tighten and grow hotter and heavier with the idea of Ymir's abs and touching them. Again, I felt myself throb a little.
Not today, buddy.
I brought the cup up to my package, dipping them and immediately jumping, hissing at the iciness, but the trick did its job—they were less apparent.
I dumped the water back into the shower and sat the toilet seat down, sitting on it and began to tuck myself.
My hand went to the medical tape, but I thought about it.
This was Ymir we were talking about. And I didn't want to chance slipping-up.
My hand went to the duct-tape and I went to ensuring that there'd be no surprises.
I made sure I was snug and even jumped around a bit, watching and making sure everything was out of sight and mind.
Perfect.
I slid my spandex back on and peered my body mirror, seeing no bulge. I was safe now.
I slipped my pants on and went out of my bathroom and bedroom and back into the living room to find Ymir popping her knuckles.
-x-x-x-
"Nervous?"
I nearly jumped out of my fucking skin—when the fuck did she get there? Fucking silent babe ninja.
"Jesus Christ," I snorted as she giggled, walking around the couch.
But she didn't sit next to me.
She sat in my lap.
My eyes went wide as her hands went to my cheeks, caressing them as she put her forehead against mine. Her eyes were half-lidded as she stroked my cheek slowly, gently like a summer breeze.
"You're so beautiful," she commented and she got her desired effect as I blushed. It was a first for everything with her—feel more like a girl getting swept off her feet and now she was doing all the work of coming onto.
I wish I could've said the same to her but my tongue was dry and my throat felt like I swallowed a melon.
She closed her eyes, leaning forward, kissing the corner of my mouth, making my lip twitch as I tried to kiss her back, but every time she dipped in she'd pull away before I could capture her.
My arms went around her waist, pulling her close to me as I was beginning to relax under her affections.
"Historia," I whispered and felt a shiver race up her back. Again, her lips escaped me but my hand went to the back of her neck and immediately I caged her into a desperate kiss.
"Ah," she whined into my mouth, letting me feel her vulnerable softness as I hungrily took her lips.
I could feel her hands roaming up and down my body until they were going for my shirt. She didn't hesitate to slide them up, feeling my stomach.
"Oh God," her body tremored for a moment, "those feel nice."
I almost wanted to snicker but I could only give her a smirk as I gave her no more room for talk. My arms made her mine against me as I brought her back for another—but this time I wanted more.
I kissed her, biting her bottom lip—making her gasp hot air against me, fueling me with shaky power and arousal. I parted my lips, licking her swollen lip, and she hesitated before pulling back, shy.
"Hm? Too far?" I asked, voice husky and in a daze by her seductive persuasion over me. She made me feel like I smoked the best weed in my life.
But she got determined again and came back, rushing her hands up into my hair, running and lacing them in.
I groaned and she had the gall to pull on it—setting me off as I growled, kissing her again and pressing my tongue into her.
I could feel the suffocating moan that vibrated through her body and then mine. It made me feel like I was a fucking God.
"Mmhf," her tongue was against mine and she let me take control as she eventually caught up with speed.
My hands went up her body and I found what I wanted—
"Ah!" She pulled away. The blush on her face was bright like pink roses, making her aquamarine eyes look ethereal.
Her eyes shot down to her chest, seeing me caught red-handed with my palms full of her.
I removed my hands, raising an eyebrow and she gave me such a dirty, teasing look.
"Aren't you sly," her voice was hot and heavy as she leaned forward, kissing my nose and my lips trailing after every kiss, trying to get her to give me another moment of breathless bliss.
"So, Ymir," her voice was silk, "do you like it when we kiss?"
Her hand was ghosting over my arm until a sole finger glided up and down, trying to coax an answer out of me, but all it did was make my underwear wetter.
"Y-yeah…you kiss really good." I said because it was true and I wanted to say all the right things to get her back to loving me.
"Yes!" She hissed, pulling back and snapping me out of my heat.
She was wiggling her butt in my lap, trying her best to dance but making it look more like a squirm as she fist pumped the air.
"Hoh?"
Historia put her finger on my nose, bopping it like how I did to her the day before.
"Oh." I snickered and she crossed her arms, pleased with herself.
"I see now," I tilted my head, leaning forward and giving her small kisses on her jawline, "you were jealous of Sasha."
Historia giggled and I blew a raspberry right into her neck.
"For shame," I whispered as she screamed, laughing hysterically, trying to push me away from her ticklish spot.
"YMIR!"
"Oh, Historia!" I mocked, tickling her more until she fell off my lap and I joined her on the floor, rolling about and wrestling.
.
.
.
"Today was fun," I told her, chuckling and wincing from my sore stomach. The girl had some razor blade elbows.
"It was," she pulled to the apartment complex.
We didn't even live too far away from each other. I could probably walk easily to her place if I wasn't lazy.
"So," I leaned over, tapping my cheek, "do I get a kiss?"
Historia rolled her eyes, scoffing in good nature before taking hold of my whole face.
"Come here, freckles," she wooed, kissing me deeply on the lips. It was as intoxicating as before but cut short as she rubbed my face with her thumbs.
"Study good and hard, alright?" She gave a chaste kiss on my nose.
"The week will go by faster so we can be together again, alright?"
I nodded, kissing her lips once more—God, I felt insatiable.
"Does being together again mean another chance to grab those fantastic ti—"
"Shush, don't ruin it," she laughed, shooing me out her car as I winked and shot her finger guns to make it even more cringey for her.
"Go study, dork!" She hollered from her car as she pulled out.
I stuck my tongue out at her and back-stepped to the apartment complex, watching her leave till she was gone.
I got to the door and stopped.
"Agh! I'm so stupid!" I hissed, nearly slapping myself.
Never fucking ever finger-gun again.
God.