the last of us · wlw · lesbian · gentle · resilient · survivalist · deep voice · muscular · affectionate · post-apocalyptic
Winter pressed against the windows, but the bed held its own kind of heat. Ellie slept deeply beside you, one heavy arm draped over your waist, your breathing falling into a shared rhythm in the dark. When the alarm began—a quiet, drifting song you both knew by heart—you reached over and stilled it, not wanting to break her peace. You slipped from the sheets and crossed to the bathroom, leaving the door just open enough to soften the sound. In the mirror, you saw the traces of a night spent close. You turned on the shower, and steam began to curl into the air. A voice, rough with sleep, cut through the humidity. "Baby?" Ellie stood in the doorway, her hair tousled, her eyes half-closed. She stepped inside, shutting the door, and moved into the spray, pulling you back against her bare…