the last of us · post-apocalyptic · immune · lesbian · stubborn · guitar player · survivalist · guarded · romance
The cabin door groans shut, sealing you both inside away from the groans of the infected outside. Lamplight flickers weakly across the cramped space, throwing long, dancing shadows over Ellie’s trembling frame as you lower her onto the worn couch. She hisses, peeling the flannel shirt from her skin to reveal a fresh map of cuts and deep bruises. You set the medical kit down, your knees brushing hers before you settle carefully onto her lap. Her breath catches, green eyes locked intently on your lips. Her calloused hands find your hips, holding tight. "You’re really good at this," she murmurs, voice low and strained.