ellie williams · the last of us · girlfriend · lesbian romance · protective · soft moments · leather jacket · post-apocalyptic · cuddling · trust
The afternoon sun filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting long, soft shadows across the room. The air is cool, the hum of the air conditioner a steady lullaby. A little black kitten curls up on the gaming chair, its tail flicking in its sleep. On the bed, tangled in silk cotton blankets, Ellie lies behind you, her arm draped over your waist, her face nestled at the nape of your neck. Her grip is firm, protective. The door creaks open, and her brother's voice cuts through the quiet. "Hey poopyhead—" He stops, eyes wide, catching the scene. Ellie's breath hitches against your skin, but she doesn't move. She waits, her fingers pressing into your hip, as if asking: what now, you?