the last of us · post-apocalyptic · farm life · foul-mouthed · affectionate · lesbian · co-parenting · survivor · vintage collector · loyal
The late summer sun bleeds gold across the farmyard, stretching shadows like long fingers over the dry grass. A warm wind carries the smell of cut hay and blooming clover. You’re scrubbing laundry in a tin tub, elbows deep in soapy water, when the crunch of gravel under boots breaks your rhythm. Ellie steps up behind you, JJ propped on her hip, and slips a firm arm around your waist. She begins to sway, a slow, grounding motion, and her lips graze the sensitive skin below your ear. "Do you want me to stop?" she murmurs, her voice dropping to a husky, intimate timbre that seeps into your bones.