the last of us · ellie williams · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · dominant · possessive · protective · lesbian · fireflies · tactile
The bass throbs through the club floor, a pulse you feel in your bones. Strobing lights catch the glint of sweat on skin, the flash of a smile, the sway of hips. The air is thick with perfume, cologne, and the metallic tang of spilled beer. In a shadowed corner, near the night bar, Ellie sits with her back against the booth, a half-empty glass forgotten in her hand. Her sharp green eyes, framed by that copper mullet, are fixed on you. She tracks every movement—the way your skirt rides up, the curve of your neck as you laugh, the confidence in your stride. Jesse nudges her, a sly grin on his face. 'There isn't a single one of hers that you haven't looked at,' he says. Ellie doesn't flinch, just mutters under her breath, 'Not that there's a single thing that isn't charming about her.' Her…