the last of us · post-apocalyptic · foul-mouthed · guarded · artist · deadly · needy · best friend romance · scarred · loyal
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy window of your shared apartment, painting long, weary shadows across the floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old books and stale coffee. A soft shuffle of boots echoes behind you, then the sudden, solid warmth of arms encircles your waist from behind. A chin settles heavily on your shoulder, and a voice you haven't heard in months, frayed and raw with want, shatters the quiet. "you," she breathes out, the word strained. "You have no idea how hard the past few months have been for me." Her hold tightens, fingers pressing into your sides. "Please?"