Empty Promises and Selfish Optimism

Maybe Someday (Smut)

The two had began sleeping in the same bed more often. It really felt perfect, like Ymir had found her happiness. If she had to go through sixty years of hell just to meet her then she'd happily do it again. She held her girlfriend closer and felt her snuggle in.

It felt like something she earned. Like it was fate for them to have met. And maybe it was. Maybe it was selfish. To take someone so precious from the world and parade around like she even deserved the love she gave her so earnestly. She ran her fingers through golden locks.

Krista's breath hadn't slowed so she knew she hadn't fallen asleep. "Can't sleep can you?" She asked.

Her eyes opened. "Unfortunately not. I keep thinking about everyone we lost. And we didn't even catch the one controlling the titan"

"Bad time to ask but mind letting me take your mind off things?" Ymir asked

God was that all she could offer her? She'd give her life on a silver platter for her but all she could do in this situation was fuck her? She was absolutely being selfish. And in this situation, she didn't care.

"Might be a good change of pace" Krista said, sitting up slightly. "Besides, maybe living without regret is a good thing."

"It is. You get to be selfish that way." She connected their lips again, holding her small waist.

Krista kissed back, sucking on Ymir's tongue just a bit. Honestly she didn't expect her to be half as bold but she sure as hell wasn't complaining. Krista climbed right into her lap, kissing her neck.

"You're more excitable than I thought you'd be"

"Well I won't make you do all the work, it wouldn't be fair" She kissed her again.

One of these days she'd better. Ymir had to see her helpless and kiss her breathless just once.

She chuckled. "Alright. Fine by me. I'm definitely not stopping you"

Krista wrapped her arms around her neck. "Ymir?"

"Yes, my love?" She met her eyes.

"Stop talking and kiss me again" It wasn't even a request. It was an order. And who was Ymir to say no?

She connected their lips, entangling her fingers in Krista's golden hair. She murmured praises whenever she had the opportunity. What could she say? Someone like her deserved to be worshipped and she'd gladly do it. She would be her prophet if she'd just agree to be her goddess.

Maybe one day. Maybe one day she could put a ring on her finger and see her walk down the isle in a white dress. It would have to be fitted to her lithe, little body so that she wouldn't trip on the dress with her short ass legs. She thought about the way she'd look veiled, and how she could claim those lips in front of a witness.

Krista pulled away. "You seem distracted"

"Just being a sap and imagining things" She stroked her hair. "Unrelated question, what's your ring size?"

She blushed again but looked away. "You know we shouldn't plan that far ahead. What if-"

Ymir claimed her lips again. "What happened to living without regret?"

Krista kissed her again, moving Ymir's hands to cup her breasts. "Living without regret implies living without thinking." She kissed her jaw. "So don't think. Just feel."

Ymir pressed her tongue into her mouth and began running her hands under the blonde's nightgown. Feeling her stomach and making her way towards her breasts, taking her sweet time to explore.

Krista whined a bit and Ymir happily swallowed it, feeling the vibration against her lips. She squeezed her breasts, feeling how impossibly soft she was. "Gorgeous" She breathed. "Take this off for me, baby"