Workout

Oneshot

Lounging on the pullout chair on her balcony, Historia set her full cup of coffee on the table beside her and pulled her book from under her arm. She made herself comfortable on the rickety chair and flipped to her bookmarked page. Reading in the morning had become one of Historia's routine behaviors. She had done it every morning since she first moved into this apartment complex.  "Who's got your attention today?" She hears the husky voice from the balcony next to hers. She turns to the older girl and smiles. Ymir had inevitably made herself a part of this routine, simply because she lived next to her. Most mornings, she would just come out and say a quick 'hello', but others, much like today, she would make an actual effort to converse.  Historia turns the binding of her thick book towards Ymir. "It's actually really funny," She shares as Ymir squints her eyes and leans over her balcony.  "Infinite Jest..." She reads curiously. "What's it about?"  Historia turns her attention back to the book, giggling at Ymir's attempt at conversation. "Maybe you should read it," The small girl suggests, fitting the book in one hand as she reaches for her cup of coffee, taking a quick sip.  "Eh," Ymir shrugs, easily resting her arms along the cool metal. "It looks pretty thick."  Historia smiles again, taking the cup away from her lips and setting it back down next to her. "Your choice," Historia replies simply, keeping her eyes fixed on the words in front of her. She wasn't trying to be short with Ymir, but these mornings were set aside for her alone time that she liked to enjoy... well, alone.  "Yeah..." Ymir's comment hung in the wind as she stared down at the parking lot. Her conquest from the night before was getting into her car, offering a hostile glare her way before she left. Ymir politely waved down at her as the car pulled away.  Historia witnessed the exchange from the corner of her eye, wondering what must have happened between last night and this morning to bring such hostility out of her guest. The younger girl had heard most of what had happened the night before through the paper thin walls separating their bedrooms and she definitely didn't seem upset then.  Ymir made a move to go back inside but the voice of the blue-eyed girl stopped her. "Do you want any cake?" She asked embarrassingly.  The older girl turned back around, amused and questioning. "Cake?"  A grin spread across Historia's face as she stood from her lounge chair and set her book down. She gestured for Ymir to wait a moment while she disappeared inside. Ymir wasn't planning on eating the cake, but she would accept it to be nice. Honestly, cake went against everything she believed in, though she knew Historia liked to indulge every now and again. For Ymir, fitness was everything. She spent her days as a personal trainer and built her lifestyle around healthy eating and staying in shape. None of her trainees were allowed to have fattening snacks such as cake, but thankfully, Historia wasn't one her clients.  She reemerged from her sliding glass doors moments later with two thick pieces of double-chocolate cake. Ymir salivated at the sight. She hadn't had cake in over three years since she started her rigorous exercising. Looking at the plate in Historia's hand, she had the feeling that she would be expected to eat her piece along with the younger girl.  Historia could see the hesitance in those brown eyes as she rolled her own. She knew the kind of life Ymir lived. She worked out at least once a day and her meals consisted of everything and anything green, along with the occasional granola bar. At least, that's what she would be snacking on when Historia watched her leave for work in the mornings.  "Come on, Ymir. One piece of cake will not ruin your perfectbody," The doe-eyed girl assured, holding it out for the older girl to take. "You know you want it."  Ymir smirked at the other girl. She was so cute when she tried to be convincing. Ymir thought there was no better an opportunity to flirt than now. That had been something they always did with one another, though their conversations were rare. "It does look pretty good," She offered, her eyes obviously moving from the cake down to Historia's exposed legs. Historia rolled her eyes, setting the cake on the railing for Ymir to grab whenever she felt like it. She turned on her heel and sat back down on her lounge chair, taking her fork hungrily to the piece of cake and diving in. "You're missing out, Ymir. This cake..." She stopped, staring at the remnants of frosting on her fork. She took the utensil slowly between her lips and cleaned the fork of the chocolate frosting completely, closing her eyes for dramatic effect. "... Is so... good."  Ymir licked her lips at the adorable sight in front of her. She reached over to her neighbor's railing and grabbed the piece of cake, sliding her finger along the frosted top and casually licking it clean. She groaned at the taste, her eyes actually falling closed at how amazingit really was. "Shit," She breathed, looking down at the chocolaty goodness in front of her.  The sound of Historia's laughter echoed throughout the complex as she watched Ymir thoroughly enjoying her unhealthy snack. "Good, isn't it?" She questioned, taking another bite into her mouth. Ymir nodded, picking up her own fork and shoveling the baked good into her mouth shamefully. She could hear the faint giggles from her neighbor as she watched her succumb to the peer pressure. Within minutes they had both finished their cake. Ymir carefully set the plate and fork back on Historia's railing and wiped at the chocolate that was likely surrounding her lips. Historia sipped at her coffee, watching the older girl in amusement. "You missed a spot," She shared, pointing to a spot below her own lower lip as reference. "What a pig..." Historia joked, making Ymir feel even worse about breaking her strict diet. Ymir narrowed her eyes at the younger girl, hopping atop her railing and skillfully jumping over to Historia's. The younger girl gasped when she saw Ymir mid-air, afraid she could've killed herself. In actuality, the balconies were only about two feet apart and the railings more than half of that in thickness. They were also only on the second floor, so it wasn't all that dangerous.  "Ymir! Oh my God!" She shrieked, staring at her neighbor in disbelief. "What are you doing?!"  The smirk on the older girl's face was prominent as she sat on the end of the lounge chair near Historia's feet. "Hi, neighbor," She smiled.  As Historia's mouth was still slacked open, she couldn't help the hint of a smile that threatened to present itself on her face. This woman had to be insane pulling a stunt like that. Or maybe she was just used to it. She was well in shape, after all. Historia could actually make out what the older woman was wearing now. She had on the usual, Under Armour workout pants, Nike's running shoes, and another Under Armour tank top. She would probably be heading off to work soon, as she did every morning around this time.  "Can you get it off?" Ymir asked casually, referring back to her chocolate stained face.  Historia snapped out of her daze, pursing her lips and leaning towards Ymir. She playfully licked her thumb and slowly rubbed over Ymir's lower lip where the last of the frosting lied. Pulling her finger away, she sucked the remnants off and smiled at Ymir. "Thank you for ruining my diet, Reiss," The older woman jested, standing from the lounge chair. "I'll be sure to work extra hard in the gym today."  "You are very welcome," Historia replied, taking her book back in her hands.  With a wink and a wave goodbye, Ymir was off to work. Historia smiled at the encounter, as she almost never saw Ymir aside from their balconies. They worked at different times in the day and got home at different times; the chances for small talk came few and far between for that reason. Needless to say, Historia was more than happy to see Ymir up close again. She hoped more moments like that would happen.  Later that day, Historia lay lazily against her headboard, snacking on popcorn and watching repeat television. She wondered where her neighbor had gotten the motivation to exercise so regularly, for she scoffed at the idea. She found herself wondering about her neighbor quite a lot that day. Usually, around this time of night, she would begin to hear the deafening sounds of Ymir and her various lady friends getting up to their night time business, but tonight was oddly quiet.  She remembered the look that the last girl gave Ymir this morning before she left. She looked pretty upset and now Ymir was spending the night... Alone. Historia didn't know the older woman well, but she knew that she hadn't spent many nights alone since she moved in next door. Historia, on the other hand, had spent every night alone since ending things with her boyfriend. To say she was sexually frustrated would be a massive understatement. She spent many nights pleasuring herself as a result, but after a while that became less and less useful and she stopped having the drive to even try. It was a workout, after all, which she admittedly wasn't too keen on. Feeling a surge of energy, Historia got up from her bed and dressed in the only workout clothes she owned. Cake and coffee for breakfast, cake and instant noodles for lunch, and cake and McDonald's for dinner. She couldn't keep living like this.  She packed a small bag with bottled water and a hand towel before heading down to the gym they had available in their apartment complex. She passed by this gym everyday on her way to her car and never saw anyone in it. She wasn't even sure if it was being utilized, but the equipment all looked brand new.  As she made her way in through the entrance, she was met with a darkened room that smelled of rubber and latex. The only light coming in was from the moon reflecting through the windows. She heard a sound as she closed the door behind her, walking in and glancing around the corner where the ellipticals were.  There on one of the machines was Ymir, moving her legs at an alarmingly fast pace with ear buds in. She was in her zone, staring out the window with her back to Historia. Through the reflection in the shiny window, the younger girl could see that Ymir didn't look too pleased. She wasn't sure if it was determination or pure anger fueling the woman, but that machine was definitely getting a workout.  Deciding not to both her, Historia set her bag down and mounted one of the treadmills on the far side of the room. She turned it one to the fourth level of speed and began walking at a brisk pace; she didn't want to work herself too hard on her first trip.  Minutes into her stroll, she saw Ymir dismounting the elliptical and stretching her body out. The girl still hadn't seemed to notice Historia's presence, as she moved slightly to the left to grab some barbells. Historia couldn't help but stare; Ymir did, after all, look really amazing in her workout clothes. The exposed sections of her back were glistening with sweat as she pushed through her repetitions, her muscles contracting with every movement. She looked fantastic. Ymir worked through five sets of repetitions before placing the weights back on the rack. Finally, she turned around and immediately locked eyes with the younger girl, also loving the way she pulled off those workout pants and sports bra.  She pulled the ear buds from her ears and smiled at the younger girl. "How come you didn't say 'hi'?" She questioned, slowly making her way over the Historia.  The smaller girl laughed, already a little winded from her walking. "You looked pretty focused over there. I didn't want to ruin your session." Ymir latched onto the grip of the treadmill, peering forward to see how Historia was doing. "Four?" She questioned, amused. "That's child's play. You need to sweat."  The brown-eyed woman pressed the increase button to up the speed to seven, watching Historia struggle to keep up. It wasn't as fast as Ymir usually went, but it was close, and she enjoyed watching the smaller girl's chest heave when her breathing picked up. Ymir hopped on the treadmill beside her and began racing a speed higher than Historia. She watched the girl in amusement as she struggled to keep up, already winded as Ymir jogged through, unfazed. Historia ran with determination at the seventh speed, wanting Ymir to be impressed with her. She was nearly out of breath going at this pace, but she didn't want to give up; not yet. She pushed through for nearly three minutes before she felt as if she was going to pass out, all the while Ymir watching intently.  "You're doing so well," Ymir coached, easily pulling through at the eighth speed.  The older girl watched her calf muscles contract whenever her feet would slam against the treadmill belt, slowly scanning up her body with a slight feeling of pride. She would love to train this girl. She was already thin; she had so much potential.  Finally, succumbing to her exhaustion, Historia hopped on the sides of the treadmill, turning the machine off as she worked to catch her breath. Ymir hopped off of her a moment later, her breath not nearly as labored as Historia's was.  She approached the blue-eyed girl, kneeling down to inspect her legs. She used her hands to massage the girl's calf muscles, smiling up at her spent figure. "You have such nice legs," Ymir complimented, just above a whisper. "Keep this up and they'll be rock hard." Historia hummed in response, her hands on her hips as she sank into the feeling of Ymir's hands on her aching legs, her chest still heaving. Ymir drug her eyes along Historia's body, loving how the sweat glistened on her toned stomach. She couldn't help herself. Her hands traveled from the girl's legs to her thighs. She looked questioningly at the girl standing over her, but she did not meet her eyes. Her head was lulled back as she continued to take deep breaths in and out.  Ymir took this as a sign to continue, keeping her eyes on the younger girl just in case. She let her hands travel further up until she was cupping Historia's firm ass, in the meantime, her lips kissing the slightly moist skin of the girl's stomach.  She leaned further up on her knees, her head stopping just below Historia's sports bra. She kissed the skin underneath as her hands continued groping at the girl's backside. Her kisses became wetter as she trailed her way back down, peppering kisses just below Historia's navel. Finally, the younger girl looked down. She cupped Ymir's face in her hands, eagerly trying to pull her up to eye level. Ymir concurred, standing to her feet and immediately latching her lips onto Historia's. She kept her hands on the younger girl's ass as her lips worked in perfect rhythm along Historia's. It didn't take long for the consistent action to earn a frustrated groan from the blue-eyed girl.  She dug her nails into the back of Ymir's neck, desperate for closer contact. The two struggled for air against each other's lips, heavy breaths escaping from their noses in order to maintain the heated kiss. Eventually, Historia pulled their lips apart, panting for air. Ymir took this opportunity to latch onto the girl's neck, sucking and licking furiously as her frustration got the best of her.  Historia couldn't take it anymore. She carefully backed herself against the nearby wall and pulled the older girl is close to her body as humanly possible, letting out a low moan as the girl's hips crashed into her center. Ymir didn't miss this, the excruciatingly erotic sound fueling her further. She pulled her lips from the smaller girl's quickly reddening neck and let her breath hit her ear instead, her voice low as she spoke. "Do you want this?" She questioned, her husky tone sending shivers down Historia's spine. The two panting girls being the only sound filling the room, Historia kept her voice quiet as she responded desperately. "Please..."  At the breathy tone, Ymir wasted no time. She skillfully slipped her fingers past the sweat-lined waistband of Historia's workout pants, quickly met an astonishing wetness pooling between her legs. Historia couldn't suppress the moan that bellowed through the room as Ymir began stimulating her clit. She latched onto the older girl's shoulders, afraid her legs might give out any time now. Ymir continued at quick pace, exactly what she was used to, while thrusting her hips against her hand to increase the pressure on Historia's center. She groaned at the sensation her knuckles would press into her own throbbing clit with each motion. Historia's breathing was already labored and Ymir hadn't even gotten started yet. She used her free hand to hoist Historia up so that her legs would wrap around the brown-eyed girls waist before she entered two eager fingers into the smaller girl's entrance.  She leaned further into the younger girl, her breath hitting just below Historia's jaw. "You have to keep up," She husked, thrusting her fingers in and out with tremendous power. Historia's moans became louder and more desperate as she approached her climax, her nails digging into Ymir's exposed shoulders. The seemingly amplified weight of her own head became too much as she let it fall into the crook of Ymir's neck, beautifully erotic moans escaping in rapid succession.  "Fuck, Ymir... I can't," She breathed, her hips moving around the girl's fingers perfectly. She was getting so close. "Ooh my God..."  "Do it, Historia," Ymir commanded, her thumb moving to circle the girl's clit. "Cum for me, right now," She breathed out, pumping into the girl as fast and hard as she could manage.  Not a second later, the younger girl fell apart completely, a loud, unabashed moan sounding through the room as she came all over Ymir's hand, her hips lazily grinding against the persistent fingers as she rode out her orgasm. Ymir let the smaller girl collect herself before gently slipping her fingers out and letting the girl out of her grip. She took her coated fingers and traced them over her lips messily before sucking the contents off completely, pressing her eyes shut at the taste. Historia watched in awe, struggling to collect her breath. She stared intensely at the older girl as her eyes fluttered open, more satisfied than she's ever been. She saw the small spot just beneath Ymir's lower lip of the mess she'd made and trailed her hands down to the girl's hips.  "You missed a spot," She whispered, kissing off the remnants of her cum on Ymir's lips.