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Historia has lived on a small farm with her half-sister ever since she was born. They’d grow multiple types of fruits throughout the seasons, and Historia found a great love for picking fruit once it was ripe. It didn’t matter if it was a cold autumn afternoon, a rainy spring morning, or a hot summer evening. Historia could always find time to help Frieda with harvesting the fruit.
The harvest time of their strawberries broke out in the middle of Historia’s summer break. The temperatures have been above 25 degrees Celsius for a few weeks by now. While it wasn’t all that pleasant to spend an entire day in the blazing sun, she was still madly excited to harvest the small red fruits. And what better way to do it than with her lovely girlfriend, Ymir.
The two walked down the field, the dirt staining their rainboots. The air was still humid from last night’s rain, but that didn’t stop the burning heat coming from the sun. Historia was glad for her big floppy hat, as when she looked over her shoulder to the taller one, she spotted big sweat droplets on her forehead.
‘’Aaah man, you better have some damn ice cream left after this,’’ Ymir groaned, wiping the sweat off her forehead and petting her abdomen, ‘’I’m going to be melting and starving after this.’’
‘’We have tons of cooled water, so, no,’’ Historia stated and elbowed the brunette in her ribs.
The blonde squatted down on the dirt, inspecting the ripe strawberry plant in front of her. The berries were fully covered in a fresh red color, varying in size from an average to an enormous one. Meanwhile, Ymir bend down and looked over Historias floppy hat. She was practically salivating at the sight of the bright red fruits, wishing she could already feel the moist and sweet taste on her tongue.
‘’Look closely, Ymir,’’ Historia smiled.
The brunette did what she was told, keeping a close watch on Historia’s movements. Historia grasped at the stem of a big berry, holding it between her thumb and index finger. Then she tugged at it just right to tear it off clean off. She looked up to Ymir with a big teasing smile stretching over her heart-shaped face, berry held between her fingers.
Ymir snatched the berry from her fingers and ate it.
‘’Ymir!’’ the blonde scolded, pushing her girlfriend back. She landed bum first on the dirt.
‘’Wha? I’m humwee!’’ she responded, mouth still full of the red fruit.
‘’If you’re so hungry then do it yourself, slacker.’’
Historia moved to make place for her still chewing girlfriend, adjusting her floppy hat to prevent it from falling off. She had to resist a giggle when she watched Ymir tug way too hard at the berry, crushing it to mush. The brunette grimaced as she wiped the red gloop off on her shorts.
The brunette wanted to try again, reaching out again to do so, but froze into place when she felt Historia’s fingers placed over her own. Her tan, thick fingers were guided by pale, short ones. Together, they wrapped around the stem and gave it a jerk. The berry was thick and ripe, enough to make Ymir’s desire to eat it right there and then reappear in her mind.
Instead, Historia placed it into the basket they were given by Frieda to collect the berries in. Ymir watched with disappointment as her snack went down into the basket. The blonde caught her crestfallen expression and gave her a quick peck on her lips.
‘’Don’t pout, buttercup,’’ Historia beamed, the smile still ever so present on her face, ‘’If you’re sooo hungry, then you can better hurry up. Frieda wants to make smoothies from the strawberries.’’
That peck and that nickname were enough to leave the brunette a lovestruck fool. A bright red blush covered her cheeks, making great contrast for her freckles. Another bead of sweat dripped down her forehead, this one not from the heat. Oh god, what a cute, short blonde could do to her.
The brunette moved out of the way, allowing the blonde to continue picking strawberries. The strawberry plant Ymir ended up at had even more titan-sized berries. These shouldn’t be too hard to pick if she follows Historia’s instructions.
Historia had already collected a handful of red berries, while Ymir still had to pick her first one. The blonde looked over to the brunette, who seems to have learned the correct instructions now. She watched as Ymir placed her fingers carefully at the stem, followed by a gentle tug. The brunette flashed her girlfriend a toothy grin as she revealed her successfully picked berry.
‘’Good girl,’’ Historia smirked, grabbing the berry from her to put it in the basket.
Good girl. Good. Girl.
Those words bounced around in Ymir’s mind, repeating over and over. The damn blonde knew very well how to play her game if she wanted to leave her brunette breathless. Too well. Ymir didn’t need a fruity strawberry to satisfy her hunger. She needed a pretty blonde with soft lips, long eyelashes, and eyes that could even make oceans jealous.
Once Ymir was recovered from her smitten state, she continued picking strawberries for her love. She was far behind, however, as Historia already started on her third plant. Ymir wondered how the blonde was able to do this so quickly. She knew her girlfriend lived at a farm, but she never saw her as the farming type. Especially since at school, she’d be glued to her phone, texting the brunette a variety of messages containing the heart emoji.
After a few minutes, Ymir was finally done with her plant. Historia was a few meters away from here, still ever so focused on her task. The basket they kept in the middle was nearly filled to the brim with the juicy berries. Ymir still couldn’t lose the desire to pop one of them in her mouth.
Then, she came up with an idea.
The brunette took one strawberry from the basket and placed it between her front teeth. Like this, a tiny part of the berry stuck out and nestled between her lips, just enough for her blonde to chew down on it when they kiss.
Ymir walked up to Historia and, since her arms were occupied with the berries, grabbed the hat off her head and placed it on her own. Historia tsked, turning around to grab it back. She was greeted by the sight of a bright red strawberry snuggled in between the brunette’s lips. The blonde laughed and reached out to grab it. Ymir shook her head, then pointed at the blonde’s lips.
‘’Kiff me,’’ she spoke as best as she could with a strawberry in her mouth.
‘’ ’Kill me’ or ‘kiss me’?’’ Historia giggled, knowing well enough what the answer will be.
She stood up and tip-toed to reach her girlfriend’s lips. As they met lips, Historia carefully bit down on the berry, ripping a piece off and chewing on it teasingly slow. Ymir obviously couldn’t wait, and reached down again to kiss the shorter one even more tenderly.
Historia could just barely swallow the piece of strawberry before she was kissed once again, this time no berry in between. Now she could get a proper taste of the brunette’s lips. They of course tasted like strawberry, but underneath it all, she could also taste the remains of her tangerine chapstick. That chapstick has been with her for years, and she couldn’t kissing Ymir without that tangy taste.
The kiss was deepened as Historia wanted to explore more of her girlfriend’s mouth, even if she has done so already thousands of times. But soon enough, they couldn’t hold their breath for much longer. They both parted with heavy pants.
‘’That was so fucking hot,’’ Ymir was the first to speak.
‘’Yeah, but you just wasted another strawberry,’’ Historia chided, although her cheeks were flushed and she couldn’t shake the smile off her face either.
‘’Who cares! You’ve got an entire field with strawberries!’’ Ymir pointed across the fields, ‘’ I’m pretty sure there are more strawberries here than people in Shiganshina!’’
‘’Huh, so are you saying we just ate a citizen of Shiganshina?’’
‘’What? Ew! No! I’m not setting my teeth into Kir-’’
‘’I’m kidding, dummy.’’
Historia laughed at Ymir’s puzzled expression. She leaned closer to her girlfriend and took the hat off her head, just to place it back on her blonde hair. Then she ran her hand through the chocolate-brown hair, untying the little ponytail while she was at it. Those strands felt dry and brittle, and stenched of sweat, a reminder that the brunette should wash her hair more.
‘’You should wash your hair,’’ she mumbled as she laid her head on the brunette’s shoulder.
‘’I’ll shower tomorrow,’’ Ymir promised. She felt the blonde yawn against her skin and shuddered, ‘’Hey, are you falling asleep on me?’’
‘’Maybeee. How about you carry me?’’ Historia asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes while doing so.
‘’Only if you'll give me your hand in marriage, honeybun,’’ the brunette mumbled with a smirk as she allowed the blonde to climb on her back.