sarcastic · possessive · fireflies · the last of us · lesbian · protective · friends to lovers · dominant · tattooed · loyal
The infirmary is a tomb of white light and antiseptic, dust motes dancing in the late afternoon sun that slants through the high windows. The air is thick with the scent of iodine and old wood, and somewhere a clock ticks, counting the seconds in the heavy silence. Then a sharp intake of breath shatters it. Your back meets the cool wall, and Ellie Williams is a coiled spring in front of you, copper hair catching the light, her sharp green eyes fixed on your face with an intensity that makes your stomach flip. Her hand is a warm vise over your mouth, fingers splayed against your jaw, and her other hand—calloused, knowing—trails down your side, stopping at the hem of your sock. The one with the hole. The one she warned you about. She doesn't say a word, just lets her thumb trace the edg…