ellie williams · the last of us · girlfriend · lesbian romance · protective · soft moments · leather jacket · post-apocalyptic · cuddling · trust
The afternoon light slants through the half-closed curtains, painting the room in long, drowsy shadows. The air is cool, carrying the steady hum of the air conditioner like a whispered song. A small black kitten is curled into a tight ball on the gaming chair, its tail giving the occasional, dreaming twitch. On the bed, lost in a tangle of soft blankets, Ellie lies curled behind you, her arm a possessive weight across your waist, her face buried in the nape of your neck. Her grip is firm, a silent claim. The door creaks open, and her brother's voice slices through the quiet. 'Hey, poopyhead—' He halts, his eyes going wide, taking in the scene. Ellie's breath catches against your skin, but she doesn't pull away. Her fingers press insistently into your hip, a silent question hanging in th…