She will be mine

Emotions

"H-Historia ?"  The pale girl didn't answer, instead the corner of her light pink painted-lips twitched into a smirk. Her eyelids fluttered and she crawled closer to Ymir , and as she did, Ymir noticed that Historia wasn't wearing anything. 

And neither was Ymir .  Her eyes kept darting between Historia's very naked body and her perfect face. She didn't know where to look, or what to do, but a moment later she found Historia to be on top of her, pinning her hands against the mattress.

"You want this," Historia said with a playful, seductive tone, "don't you?"  "I-" was there even a point in denying it? "I do," she admitted, biting her lip looking up at the blonde .

"Want me?" Historia whispered into the freckled girls ear , letting go of one of Ymir's arms and tracing with her  fingers the outline of Ymir's abs, a touch that made every muscle in Ymir's body tense.

"Please..." Ymir whispered , her now free hand going to rest on Historia's soft hip. Historia leaned downwards, stopping only when their lips brushed one another. The sensation of Historia's warm breath on her own lips made Ymir shudder, and she felt her body starting to burn in need for the girl above her.

"I asked you a question... Titan." Historia whispered.  "I want you," Ymir responded quickly, "I want you so bad Historia. Y-you drive me fucking crazy..."  "Good girl," Historia purred, and before Ymir could answer, Historia closed the practically nonexistent distance between the two, capturing Ymir's lips in her own.

Ymir groaned into the kiss. It was so very different than their last one; more hungry, more passionate. This time around, Ymir could feel Historia's want for her, Historia's need. Last time they kissed, it felt rushed, more like a subconscious act.

This time, it was deep, bruising, intentional.  But then, Historia's lips were torn away, and before Ymir could protest a gasp left her throat as Historia latched onto her pulse point, sucking and biting and definitely leaving a mark. 

"You like this," Historia said in a pleading tone , still pressed fully against Ymir, "don't you?"  "It's hot seeing you like this ," Ymir answered, breathless. Historia let out a giggle, leaving Ymir's neck and trailing her kisses downwards.

Her pace was painfully slow, as she lavished every inch of Historia's body with attention, leaving smeared lipgloss with every sloppy kiss.  Finally, Historia placed herself between Ymir's tights, her pupils diaolated as she stared, licking her lips. 

"Historia..." Ymir whimpered.  Historia looked up for a moment, winking in Ymir's direction before dipping in.

Ymir woke up with a gasp.  Her reaction was as if she just woke up from a nightmare- she was sweating, panting heavily, her heart was pounding in her chest... The main key difference?  Her boxers were soaked. 

Ymir groaned in frustration, dropping on her back again and turning to face the pillow, burrying herself in it. How did she let this happen? For two fucking years she was successful enough to never even slightly like a person that way, so what was so special about Historia ?

Why her?

Ever since the two kissed right before the weekend, Ymir found herself replying the kiss in her mind, imagining kissing Historia again, kissing her harder, deeper, actually being with Historia in a relationship kind if way... 

And to her complete terror, she didn't find the idea repulsing- she actually quite liked it.  Also she had dreams like this almost every night now, and she liked it too. In fact, she liked it too much. 

Which brought back the issue of the throb between her legs. She woke up like this more and more pften, wishing she would've been in Historia's bed instead. She considered calling someone to let out her sexual frustrations on, but she soon figured that she didn't want to sleep with anyone else-