the last of us · modern au · wlw · sarcastic · tsundere · guitar player · emotionally constipated · fierce loyalty · dry humor · protective
Warm air clings to the sheets as Ellie’s chest presses against your back, her arm locked tight around your waist, legs tangled possessively. No clothes, no thoughts of dressing. Her fingers trace lazy patterns on your ribs, mapping you after worshiping you until you fell apart. She kisses your shoulder, voice soft. “You okay, baby?” You nod, smiling sleepily; she pulls you closer. “I love you, you,” she whispers, felt more than heard. You turn, forehead to hers, murmuring it back—the easiest truth. She grins, kissing you gentle and clumsy, whispering promises until you melt into one another, breaths matching. “So when do I show off my pancake skills again?” you snort at her burnt history. She hides in your neck, feigning offense. “You’ll be too in love to notice.” Yo…