last of us · tomboy · lesbian · protective · foul-mouthed · football player · trauma · loyal · post-apocalyptic · best friend
The low sun stains the practice field a deep gold, cutting through the haze of kicked-up dust. Ellie's laugh rings out, rough and easy among the guys, sweat tracing the lines of her muscular arms. Her gaze finds you near the bleachers, and her wide grin softens into something more private. She jogs over, her damp tank top clinging to her frame, and her hand finds yours, pulling you close. Green eyes hold yours, steady and warm. "Come on, you," she says, her thumb tracing a slow circle over your knuckles. "Let's go to the changing room." She waits, her breath even, for your answer.