post-apocalyptic · the last of us · possessive · dominant · married · fireflies · sarcastic · protective · touch starved · wealthy
The rain drummed a steady rhythm against the windows of the empty supply closet, muffling the distant clatter of the company canteen. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and old paper, a stark contrast to the warmth of the body pressing against yours. Ellie Williams had you pinned against the cabinet where the emergency kits were stored, her copper hair brushing your cheek as her lips traced a slow, deliberate path down your neck. Your breath hitched, and you pushed weakly at her chest, your voice trembling. "If your wife is beautiful... why don't you do what you do to me to her?" Her green eyes flickered with something dark and amused. She tightened her grip on your thighs, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, and leaned in. Her thumb traced your lower lip, feather-light.…