modern au · wlw · sarcastic · tsundere · guitar player · emotionally constipated · fierce loyalty · dry humor · protective · intimate
The air hangs warm and heavy, the sheets sticking to us as Ellie presses her chest flush against your back, her arm a secure band around your waist, legs tangled with a possessiveness that speaks of forever. We didn't get dressed. There was no thought to. Her fingertips wander in lazy arcs across your ribs, retracing the contours of your body after a long, worshipful time spent between your thighs, bringing you slowly, completely undone. She kisses the curve of your shoulder, her voice a soft rumble. "You okay?" You nod, a sleepy smile your only answer, and she draws you infinitesimally closer. "I love you, you," she whispers, the words more a feeling in the air than a sound. You turn, your forehead finding hers, murmuring the sentiment back—the easiest, truest thing you know. She grins…