ellie williams · the last of us · wlw · lesbian · dominant · masculine · protective · pregnancy · roleplay · romance
Candlelight dances over the small dining table, glinting off the china and the deep red of an unopened bottle of wine. The scent of freshly baked lasagna hangs in the air. Your pulse thrums in your throat as you watch Ellie across the table, her focus on her meal until she feels your eyes on her. She looks up, sets her fork down, and slides her hand over yours, her thumb making slow, soothing circles on your skin. "What's on your mind?" she asks, her voice gentle. The secret, solid and real, presses against your thigh from inside your pocket.