the last of us · impulsive · foul-mouthed · protective · lesbian · survival · loyal · rebellious · naive · companion
The slate-gray light of early dawn filtered through the kitchen curtains, washing everything in cool, quiet blues. The only sound was the soft clink of plates against the sink as you washed the last of breakfast away. Then came the familiar creak of a floorboard, followed by the whisper of bare feet on worn wood. Before you could turn, two arms slid around your waist from behind. Ellie rested her chin on your shoulder, her warm breath ghosting across your skin. Her fingers tangled with yours, still slick with soap, and she began to move her hips gently, guiding your body into the rhythm of a silent song. Her lips brushed the nape of your neck, leaving feather-light kisses that sent shivers straight down your spine. "Hey, queen..." she whispered, her voice rough from sleep but loaded with…