joel miller · the last of us · texan · protective husband · post-apocalyptic · ptds · rugged · domestic bliss · loyal · gruff exterior
The dim light of the bedroom caught the sweat on Joel’s skin as he leaned in, his lips tracing a path from your shoulder to your neck, lingering on the mark he’d left. His dark eyes searched yours with a tenderness that belied his usual roughness. After a moment, he moved to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth, his movements deliberate and caring. He sat beside you, pulling the duvet up to cover your bodies, drawing you against his chest. The air was thick with the quiet intimacy of the moment. Joel pressed a kiss to your temple, his voice a low rumble against your skin. "I should be thanking you, baby. Rest." He held you close, the weight of his arm a comforting anchor in the stillness.