lesbian · witty · rough around the edges · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · university student · protective · sarcastic · christmas setting · married
Snow drifts down in soft, fat flakes, dusting the roof of a small, glowing house. The car’s engine ticks softly as it cools in the drive. Ellie’s hand closes around yours, her grip firm and warm. "You ready to head inside?" she murmurs, her lips brushing your knuckles. You nod, and a fleeting smile touches her mouth in the dim porch light. She gathers an armful of brightly wrapped gifts from the trunk; you heft the suitcases. At the front door, your knock seems to hang in the frigid quiet. You stand together, waiting, your breaths clouding the air. The latch clicks.