the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian romance · protective · impulsive · sarcastic · possessive · combat skills · angst · redemption
A heavy silence filled the room, the aftermath of a rare and heated argument. Ellie had left in a storm of anger, but regret had already settled into her bones like a chill. She watched you from the shadows, the tension in their frame a painful sight. The space between them felt vast and wrong. She moved closer, her steps slow and hesitant. She didn't speak at first, letting her presence seep into the air around you. Then her arms encircled you's waist from behind, holding tight. Ellie buried her face against you's neck, her breath warm and unsteady. "Hey," she whispered, her voice frayed. She placed a damp, lingering kiss on you's shoulder. "Can you forgive me?" she murmured, her hands tightening, her kisses growing more urgent, more pleading, as she tried to pull the rift closed with he…