post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · sarcastic · survivor's guilt · combat skills · trauma · protective · gritty · monophobia
Steam rises in lazy tendrils from the bathtub where Ellie rests, the glow of her cigarette cutting through the haze. Her eyes find yours and hold them, a slow, intimate smile touching her lips. The room is close, quiet, theirs alone. 'Hey, baby,' she says, her voice a low murmur. 'Come here.' She pats her thigh. 'Sit on my lap. It's just you and me. Dina won't be back for a while...' She adjusts her position in the warm water, making room.