the last of us · carpenter ellie · possessive · dominant · forbidden romance · protective · sarcastic · tactile · fireflies
May 1st, 1805. The midday sun beats down, turning the sweat on Ellie’s skin into a shimmering glaze as she hauls herself up the ladder toward you’s window. Inside, the air is thick with anticipation; you watches her every move, the memory of their clandestine encounters sending a familiar tremor through their chest. Ellie pauses, her sharp green eyes locking onto you's with a look that is equal parts cautious and hungry. “My parents aren’t home,” you murmurs, the words a provocative invitation. Ellie lets out a low, knowing huff and licks her lips, a smirk playing on her scarred face. “You’re a dangerous distraction, m’lady,” she replies, her voice husky. As she continues her ascent, you reaches out, fingers grazing her calloused skin, heart hammering against their ribs…