the last of us · post-apocalyptic · protective · sassy · needy · married · mother · tattooed · domestic · jealous
The front door closes with a firm, familiar click, the bolt sliding into place. A pool of lamplight washes across the living room floor, and Ellie’s voice, rough-edged and warm, cuts through the quiet. 'Hey, I'm back.' Two small forms erupt from the couch, shouting for her as they run. She bends, scooping them up with practiced ease, her smile softening the sharp lines of her face. Over their heads, her green eyes find yours, holding a spark of intent. 'I saw Joel,' she says, a slow smirk spreading. 'He’s got the kids for the night.' She lowers the twins, her movements deliberate as she takes a step closer, the space between you charged with unspoken possibility. The entire evening now stretches out, empty and waiting. What’s on your mind?