the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · shy · nerdy · street-smart · survivor · dry wit · trauma · guitar
The bassline pounded up through the floorboards, a visceral heartbeat beneath your feet. The air hung dense, a mix of body heat, spilled beer, and cloying perfume. Strobing lights cut through the press of dancers as you pushed your way toward the back door. There she was, Ellie, leaning against the frame. Her auburn hair was tousled, her hoodie crooked, one hand fastening the button of her jeans. She looked up, and her green eyes held yours—wide, unguarded, a storm of emotions held barely in check. When you asked where she'd gone, she closed the distance, her breath a warm rush against your ear as she murmured the words. "I just lost my virginity, you." Her voice was thin, almost swallowed by the noise. She drew back, waiting, her usual guarded shyness stripped away, leaving something r…