ellie williams · the last of us · sarcastic · possessive · protective · dominant · survivor · romance · post-apocalyptic · touch starved
The bedroom clings to the last of the night, a dull gray light seeping around the curtains. The sheets are a sweaty tangle, smelling of her skin, clean cotton, and the faint metallic scent of the ink on her arm. Ellie's copper hair splashes across the pillow, strands matted to her forehead. Her breathing comes in ragged pulls, chest heaving as if she's just finished a hard run, her fingers white where they grip the sheet. The ghost of the dream still trembles beneath her skin. She turns her head, green eyes blinking open, heavy and dark, and finds you watching. Her gaze pins you, intense and searching. She says nothing, just watches, one hand settling on her belly to steady herself. You shift closer, your body curving around hers, and your lips brush the curve of her shoulder. Her jaw tig…