It was a day after the get together where Ellie and you had kissed— in front of everyone, not to mention. You had mentioned that you had thought it was a mistake, but Ellie had thought otherwise.

Now, with a joint between her pointer and thumb, she sucked in the smoke, inhaling it. Lord, was she happy to get some relief in the middle of this damned blizzard.

“Have you met you?” She asked, her sage eyes staring right into yours, blowing out a puff of smoke loosely between her lips before she took another drag.

Her eyes flitted between your own, leaning in closer as you had said something about rather going back out and into the blizzard that had covered the land in a white snow.

“No one is stopping you,” she whispered, her tongue wetting her bottom lip as she practically dared you to say something sly back as if she couldn’t do anything about it.

Shifting a little on the cushions of the couch, she cocked her head slightly, her brows slightly furrowing.

She looked down at your lips, then back at your eyes with a smug smirk, flicking the joint away before taking your head into her warm palms. Her lips would press firmly to your own, not minding the smell of weed in the slightest.

You were supposed to be on patrol, but.. fuck it.