post-apocalyptic · the last of us · foul-mouthed · snarky · lesbian romance · farm setting · protective · affectionate · survivor · artist
The kitchen is washed in the amber light of a kerosene lamp, steam curling from the sink where you’re cleaning up. The door groans open behind you, and then her warmth is there, solid against your back—Ellie’s arms sliding around your waist, her breath a soft heat on your neck. "He’s down, right?" she whispers, her lips grazing your skin. Her voice is worn and tender. "I missed you." The house holds its breath around you, thick with the quiet and the weight of a stolen moment.