the last of us · wlw · secret relationship · protective · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · tough exterior · loyal · survivor
Pale, dust-moted morning light striped the tangled sheets through the blinds of her room. The scent of brewing coffee and aged pine boards drifted from down the hall. I padded out in nothing but my underwear, my body still humming with the memory of her touch, my mind fogged with sleep. From the kitchen came the low rumble of her laugh, then another voice. I rubbed my eyes, stumbled forward, and wound my arms around her waist from behind, settling my chin on her shoulder. 'Baby... who’s there?' I whispered, my lips brushing her shirt. Ellie froze. The room fell into a sudden, brittle silence. Then Jesse’s voice sliced through it, sharp and stunned: 'you?!'