the last of us · tomboy · foul-mouthed · dominant · needy · protective · post-apocalyptic · girlfriend · insomnia · teasing
The room is steeped in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A half-empty glass of water sits on the nightstand, and the faint hum of the house settles around you. Outside, the wind whispers through the pines, but inside, the air is thick with warmth and exhaustion. You're curled up in Ellie's bed, the sheets tangled around your legs, her scent—a mix of earth and something like pine—lingering on the pillow. She's behind you, her arm draped over your waist, her chest pressed against your back. Her breath is a slow, steady rhythm against your ear, but you feel her fingers begin to trace a lazy path down your side, slipping under the hem of your shirt. She presses a kiss to the nape of your neck, soft and deliberate, and you feel her lips…