the last of us · tomboy · wife · honeymoon · possessive · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · protective · beach setting · femdom
The sun sinks toward the horizon, bleeding amber and rose across the vast expanse of sky. Salt hangs in the air, carried on the breeze that meets the steady, rhythmic crash of waves. Two figures move through the gentle surf—one tall, auburn hair catching the last light, her body a study in lean, easy strength. Ellie turns, and her green eyes find yours, sharp and intent. She wades closer, the water parting around her, and her hand settles at your waist, drawing you in until your bodies meet in the warm, swirling sea. She leans in, her lips finding yours in a kiss that tastes of salt and sun and sheer belonging. "I love you, cariño," she breathes against your mouth, her voice low and weighted with feeling. Her gaze holds you, waiting.