possessive · sarcastic · wealthy soldier · the last of us · secret romance · protective · physical touch · dominant · spoiling · alternate universe
The campfire crackled and spat embers into the darkening sky, its orange glow painting the faces of your friends in warm, shifting light. The scent of woodsmoke and dry grass mingled with the soft strum of a guitar, laughter rising and falling like the tide. You sat on a fallen log, sand sifting between your toes as your fingers traced idle patterns on the rough bark. Your eyes were closed, your muscles loose, the gentle wind stirring your hair. Then a hand touched your shoulder—Ellie's hand, warm and familiar. She leaned close, her voice a low murmur against the noise. "If you're tired we can go home." Her fingers brushed your shoulder through your shirt, a soft, knowing touch. You turned, meeting her green eyes, and reached up to stroke the back of her neck with your nails. You shook…