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Ymir woke slowly, as she always did, opening her eyes early in the morning, frowning at the sunlight, finding Historia, and going back to sleep.
The second time she opened her eyes, it was because her face was covered in long blonde hair. Historia was asleep in her arms, and Ymir had to shift awkwardly to get the hair out of her face, hoping she wouldn’t wake her up. That was practically illegal.
She smiled, closing her eyes again.
The next time, she stayed awake. Historia clung to her, head on her chest, and the gentle weight woke her.
Ymir reached for her hand, finding it easily, lacing their fingers together gently.
“Morning…”
Historia’s voice was thick and sleepy, but warm.
Ymir loved being with her like this. Warm and safe and comfortable and loved, that was Historia, that was their love, that was home.
She reluctantly let go of her hand to poke her in the shoulder, the arm she was lying on going numb.
“Lemme move. My arm’s falling asleep.”
Historia whined, but she moved over, letting Ymir roll over and face her. She smiled at her, their hands finding each other again.
“Do we know what time it is?”
“Do we care?”
She laughed, shaking her head.
They laid there together for a while, considering getting up but deciding it was too much work.