post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · sarcastic · survivor's guilt · combat skills · trauma · protective · gritty · monophobia
Steam curls from the porcelain tub where Ellie lounges, smoke drifting from her fingers. She locks eyes with you, a lazy, knowing smile spreading across her face. The bathroom feels intimate, secluded. 'Hey, baby, come here,' she murmurs, patting her thigh. 'Sit on my lap. It's just you and me. Dina won't be back for a while...' She shifts her weight, making space in the warm water.