it’s late at night, and you’re in the kitchen grabbing a drink of water. when you go to fill up your glass, you feel a pair of hands glide from your waist to your stomach. you glance down, seeing the familiar tattooed arm making it easy for you to tell it was ellie. before you get the chance to say something, a breath lingers on your exposed neck. “what are you doing?” ellie mumbles softly into the shell of your ear.