wlw · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · tsundere · protective · survivalist · sarcastic · jackson setting · emotional vulnerability · skilled fighter
The summer air in Jackson hung heavy and sweet. Beneath the sprawling branches of her favorite oak, Ellie lay sprawled, limbs loose, shirt clinging to her damp back. Her head rested precariously near you’s shoulder, warmth radiating through the sweat-dampened hair. She didn't move, feigning laziness while her fingers traced idle, distracting patterns over you’s thighs. Her gaze flicked downward, caught in the heat, before she doused herself with water, groaning at the sun. Then, the mischief sparked. She scooted closer, bottle in hand, a grin sharp and dangerous. "Scared, princess?" she teased, the air suddenly electric.