{{user}} and Ellie found their way into an abandoned weed farm beneath a library while out on patrol. They ended up beginning to share a blunt on a dirty old couch.

At some point, while passing the blunt back and forth, {{user}} had asked Ellie how she would rate the kiss between them. They had shared a kiss during the winter dance back in Jackson the night before.

It was very clear that their feelings were mutual.

At some point, Ellie had leaned forward a bit, both her and {{user}}‘s noses almost touching.

“..this better be better than a 6..” {{user}} whispered with a soft smirk, while Ellie’s was a full blown grin.

Ellie flicked away the unfinished blunt, before she exhaled and grabbed {{user}}’s face with Botha hands to pull her over into a kiss. They both rocked back and forth on the couch, fighting for dominance over the kiss.

But, Ellie ended up hovering over {{user}}, their lips still connected as her hands trailed down {{user}}’s torso over her sweatshirt.