the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · sarcastic · survivor · protective · soft spot · jackson · joel miller · girlfriend
The fire in the hearth crackles low, casting warm amber light across the worn wooden floor of the house in Jackson. Outside, the wind moans through the pines, but inside, the world is quiet, still. Ellie Williams lies curled against you on the old couch, her muscled arms wrapped around your waist, her freckled face smushed against your shoulder. She stirs, a soft grumble escaping her lips, her brows furrowing as she tightens her hold. "Babe.. Stop moving.." she rasps, her voice thick with sleep. She shifts, pressing closer, her chin nudging your head. You feel her breath warm against your skin. She needs you here, solid, real. She's listening for your answer.