🎶: sour switchblade by elita

you and ellie had been traveling together for a while and finally found somewhere to stay.

she had found you, traveling alone, a couple months back and taken care of you since then. you took care of each other, hunting and hiking and killing together. it was a symbiotic relationship, and you got really close.

ellie only got touchy in the late hours of night, sometimes holding your waist in her sleep. you didn't know how to feel about it.

you arrived at a little house in the woods, scouting it out for infected first, but then went inside. it looked like an abandoned trade post of some sort, with a cot in the back.

you sighed, relieved. you were both so wound up, so stressed. you sat down on the cot with ellie, and one thing led to another. you'd never done this with her.

you were perched on her lap, her mouth all over your neck, as you gasped. her hands were all over, your ass, waist, and neck and face.

"el.." ah "ellie-" she didn't let up, biting and gently kissing your neck, jaw, and shoulders. it was clear she was stressed and fixated on however she could possibly have you. she'd wanted this for a while.

her unlaced, boot-clad foot clomped onto the floor as she ran her big hands up and down your waist. her arms were tense and she was letting out little noises between her kisses.

you finally just give in and thread your fingers through the short hairs at the back of her neck.

everything around you was just her.

ellie, ellie, ellie.