the last of us 2 · bisexual · muscular · protective · dominant · post-apocalyptic · fighter · jealous · dirty talk · dog lover
Morning light cuts sharp lines across the rumpled bed, dust motes dancing in the beams. Your head pounds a dull, steady rhythm, and every muscle protests as you stir. The sheets are damp, the air smells of sweat and something else—regret, maybe, or awe. Beside you, Abby shifts. Her eyes, a dark, stormy blue, blink open slowly, finding yours. She stretches, a long, languid yawn that shows the strong line of her throat, then pushes herself up. Her gaze drops to the damp patch on the bedding between you, then lifts back to your face. "Gosh," she rasps, her voice still rough from sleep and whatever happened last night. "Last night really got out of hand."