Ellie hated patrol.
Partially because of the immense amount of infected, and partially because she has to endure Dina's dramatic bickering for hours. If she had no self control, she would have scraped out her eardrums with her pocket knife by now.
"-and I really feel like we'd get back together. But- every time we break up and get back, it feels different." Dina sighed and untied Japan from a broken water pipe. "Maybe we should stop trying. I don't know. Guys are a lot more difficult."
Ellie laughed. It's not that she'd know how different it'd be, since she's not into the whole 'man' thing. Her feelings are conflicted, however, a part of her wanting to lie about it. It would be better, she thinks; it wouldn't give room for anyone to give her shit about it.
She smirked. "Yeah," she says, rubbing the pads of her fingers on the metal ball of her eyebrow. "Tell me about it."
The rest of the ride to Jackson was quiet. Only the sounds of birds in the Spring whistled in the air along with the fresh breeze that carried the smell of cedar and grass. It was still early, a few hours after noon, with the sun a couple inches from the horizon and still emitting a beautiful pink hue.
Anyone with eyes could tell Ellie was excited to arrive home. All she wanted right now was food, a bed with clean sheets, and you. It wasn't arguable that she wanted you there the most. Her love for you is treasured in the deepest areas of her heart, yet she cannot speak of it, because everyone thinks you are only a friend, a roommate, as Dina put it. She loathes that part of it all. She loathes that she cannot give affection to you at dances or anywhere public. She always ends up staring at straight couples, giving them looks, and cursing under her breath when they kiss, show too much skin, and grope each other inappropriately. If that is allowed, why am I not?
As the giant wooden doors shut behind them, Dina hops off her horse and takes the reins. Ellie climbs off Shimmer and hands her reins to Dina.
"Put her up for me, yeah?" Dina rolls her eyes.
She passes the reins to her left hand and flattens her right, then holds the tip of her fingers to her forehead and juts them out like a Soldier's salute. "Got it, boss."
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You knew Ellie would be back very soon. And time was running out.
You anxiously stirred the canned Alfredo sauce that you had poured into a pot moments before. The stove hissed and shuttered. This thing may be a little too old.
Abandoning the sauce, you scan the Cookbook laying on the counter. Leafing through the pages, the subtitles catch your eye: Sweets and Pastries... Condiments and Spices... Pasta and Sauces.
"Bingo," you mutter to yourself. You advert your gaze back to the pot, and just your luck, the sauce seems to be a little darker than usual... and there's smoke billowing out of it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You hastily turn off the heat and grab the pot by the handle, then dramatically throw it into the sink, turning on the cold water through the faucet. You wait a couple seconds before removing it and putting it back on the stove.
The pang of the pot hitting the stove muffles the creak of the front door opening and shutting. You stand there for a minute, staring at the browned residue in the interior of the pot, wondering how you could screw up something so badly.
Just as you were about to turn around, two strong arms grab you by the waist and gently pull you closer. Your anxiety spikes for only a moment, before you hear a voice you couldn't ignore.
"Hey, babe."
You turn around and are welcomed with a look of pure adoration. Her closed smile brings out the most secret feature on her face that only you see the most - her dimples. You can't help but place the palm of your hand on her cheek and rub the dip of skin with the pad of your thumb.
"Hey." You return the smile. "I tried to make dinner, but I kind of.. fucked it up."
Ellie's eyes turn from your own to behind you, where the pot remains, hissing tauntingly.
She thinks it's kind of cute, how you tried to do something nice for her. She thinks every little thing you do is adorable.
"It's okay," She whispers, using her fingers you loved oh-so-dearly to push a strand of hair away from your face. She stares at your own eyes, her pupils dilating more and more with every movement you make.
Suddenly, she backs away. Her facial expression turns solemn, almost tearful, like she's just been hit with the most gut-wrenching news she could ever receive. She twists the rings on her fingers a few times before speaking.
"I think we should talk." Her gaze meets your own, and it's almost as if she can read through your irises and pinpoint exactly what you're thinking. "No, not like that. I mean, I just really feel like we.. shouldn't be this secret."
You involuntarily yet subtly cock your head. "What do you mean?"
"I just," there's a few seconds of silence, her anxiety wafting in the air so thickly you could almost feel it. "I just want to be able to tell people that I love you."
Ellie stands there while you two bathe in silence for a moment. The sunlight is fading now, the open window letting in a cool air in contrast to the red and yellow hues of the sunset.
You knew Ellie was scared to tell anyone, even her friends. You both knew about that girl who got outed by a couple teenage boys who were raised the wrong way; they had fed her to Clickers out on her last patrol.
"You can," you practically whisper, approaching her and grabbing her tatted hand gently. "You can tell everyone. Everyone is scared of you, Ellie. And they should be."
"But I'm just a girl," she breathes. Her height over you makes her look down to meet your eyes as you walk closer, chests almost touching in the tight proximity. "Not a threat."
Your gaze drops from her eyes to her lips. Doing this still makes you nervous, like a giddy teenager; it just feels like you're doing it again for the first time.
She places her hands on your hips. Your breath hitches and her breathing quickens, and you move closer to her. And closer. Closer.
Before you touch, she puts her finger to your lips.
"What are you doing?" She says with a smirk. Her voice went rough, quiet - just like when she gets when she's annoyed or hurt - but this is in a completely different context.
The question hangs unanswered in the air for a beat. You immediately feel small, vulnerable, under her strong gaze. She knows what gets you, and it only makes you more curious.
"What do you think?"
You give her a challenging glare. She returns it, accepting your challenge, and waiting for who makes the first move. She waits for you. You wait for her.
It all happens so fast.
Your lips connect in such aggression that she has you flung against the kitchen counter, 5 feet away from where you were originally. Her calloused fingers find their way under your shirt, massaging the stretch marks and scars that you call imperfection. She calls them perfection.
Her cold rings drag against your skin as the kiss deepens. She gains her control by biting your bottom lip, enough to make you gasp in a way to allow her past your teeth. The metal ball on her tongue rubs against the roof of your mouth, making you moan in thought as you think about what she could do with that.
You easily submit to her. She knows she has you, because she's pulling your pajama shirt over your head and throwing it off to an unknown location to pick it up later.
Ellie pulls away for air, and you whine, leaning in to find her lips again to no avail. "Breathe, baby," she murmurs. You pull yourself up to sit on the counter and lean your head back against the cupboards. With your neck exposed, Ellie attacks it, biting and sucking on tender skin like her life depended on it. You moan at the pleasurable pain and expose your neck more to her, allowing her to move lower to your clavicle, toying with the fabric on your back and unhooking it to reveal your chest.
All of her movement stops. She does nothing but stare at you chest, mouth agape, practically drooling on herself as she reaches to touch you.
"You're so fucking beautiful," she keens, latching her lips onto your left and sucking generously while massaging the other. She copies the same motion on the right while you grind against the air, desperate for her to speed it up. You grab her by the shirt and pull her closer.
"Take it off," you say, slurring your words, still stuck in a thick haze that Ellie has put you in. Only Ellie.
She complies, retracting her lips from your chest and lifting her shirt over her head. You have barely any time to look at her before she picks you up Bridal style to your room. Or the spare room; you never really used it anymore.
She roughly lets you fall on the bed and wastes no time to climb on top of you, straddling your hips and using her hands to pin your shoulders down. She has you under her strong control, and you almost moan just thinking about it. She puts her lips against your ear.
"Do you want me?"
You nod feverishly, groaning, practically unable to use your words anymore.
"Good girl," she growls, roughly placing her right knee between your legs. You immediately grind against it, moaning as you finally receive some friction on where you needed it the most.
She moves her head down to your stomach, licking and kissing the scars and stretch marks, giving them each a bit of her attention to give a subtle reminder.
Ellie moves her knee away from your thighs, and you whine pathetically. She scoots back and toys with the button of your jeans, looking up at you as a silent question. You meet her eyes, nodding for her to continue while she unbuttons your pants and unzips the fly. She pulls them off of you like if you were to break at any moment.
She wastes no time to remove your underwear, hooking her finger underneath the band on your thigh and slowly pulling it down your legs.
Something in her switches. Her irises narrow and seem almost animalistic as she gives the first touches to your folds, feeling how wet you've gotten from the past few minutes.
"Fuck." Your body is shaking at this point, twitching with every drag she gives against your clit. "Please, please, Ellie..."
"Please what, babe?" She smiles at her one-ended question, knowing exactly what you want. She presses harder against your clit when you don't answer.
"Shit! Shit, please just.." You're heaving now, the tight coil in your stomach is so close yet so far. "..just more. More, please."
Ellie says nothing but pulls her hands away. She goes to pull off her rings but something stops her, and she hesitates. What occurs to her may be a little far-fetched, but she thinks, what if I don't take them off?
Pushing them back up her ring and middle fingers, she lifts her middle and pushes inside of you, slowly. The drag of the metal ring on your spot make your back arch as one long-kept moan is drawn out of you.
"Yeah?" She breathes, tauntingly. Each pump of her finger draws so many sounds from you that sound like songs to her ears. She cannot get enough of it. "You like that?"
She slows down to add her ring finger. While she pushes them in, she lowers herself so her face is level to your folds. You look down at her, just to see she is already looking at you hungrily, wanting to taste you more than anything. You reach over to her hair and pet her softly, dragging your thumb on her eyebrow piercing and massaging it gently against her skin.
She moves from your hand to lick around your clit, dragging the metal ball on her tongue around your sensitive bud like she couldn't get enough.
You try your best to grind against her fingers and tongue, chasing that far away pleasure that creeps oh-so much closer, but Ellie sees it. She removes her fingers and climbs up to straddle your hips again.
"You're that fucking desperate, huh?" She laughs. She raises her fingers to your face, resting her palm on your bottom jaw and prodding your mouth with her ring and middle. "Open up."
And you comply, opening your mouth to allow her fingers inside. You swirl your tongue around her, tasting yourself and cleaning her from your wetness. Ellie watches closely and you keep eye contact with her through it all.
"Fuck," she gasps, removing her fingers from your mouth and resting her thumb on your lips. "You're such a fucking whore, aren't you?"
You moan at her words, grinding on her weight as she's sat on top of you. She's still in her bra and jeans, and you're completely exposed. The contrast between you and her makes you feel smaller, like she has full control of you; and she does.
She sits up to go to the next room without a word. Panic rises in your chest, thinking you did something wrong, until she returns with a strap around her waist.
You knew she had this, and she made subtle jokes about it, but you never thought you'd see it in person. It's a good size, and a comedically bright purple. She sees your smile when you look at it, and she poses slightly as if to say, 'funny, right?'
She climbs on top of you and connects your lips together. The kiss is quick, passionate, and just enough to disconnect from your previous mood shift. She moves her hand south to guide the end of the strap to where it needs to be, and she rubs it against you to lubricate it. It drags along your clit perfectly as you grasp Ellie's shoulders harshly.
"God.. Ellie," You moan, moving your grip from her shoulders to the sheets below you.
She hums, content in your sounds and puts her face in between your chest. Using her hand to guide herself, she slowly pushes in.
You cry out, biting your fist to muffle your sounds. She thrusts again, drags it out, then in again, and out.. and it feels amazing, how your bodies are connected in such a way that allows you to feel good like this. You think you could cherish this forever.
Ellie snaps you out of your daze to grab your wrist and pull it away from your mouth. "Don't hide. I wanna hear you cry for me," She growls. "Wanna hear your pathetic little sounds, baby."
With that, she speeds up her pace. Each drag of her strap against you feels so good, to where you can't think of anything except for "Ellie, Ellie, Ellie..."
The wet sounds of you and her fill the room, reminding you that she is in control, and she is making you feel this way. And its so goddamn hot in here.
She moves her hand from your wrist and puts it around your neck, holding you in place, exactly where she wants you. You're reduced to a whimpering, whining mess, with tears tracking down your cheeks and that coil in your gut is tightening more and more.
"Ellie, please," you beg, crying out, "I'm so close."
"Then come for me," She sighs, breathless. Beads of sweat collected around her temples. "Let me hear you."
You don't know what happened next.
She continued her thrusts through your high, only stopping when you were physically able to tap her twice on her side. She collapsed on top of you, gaining her breath and rolled off of you on her back.
After a moment, she reached down and unhooked the strap from the loops of her jeans, and discarded them across the room.
She reaches out to you and pulls you closer, wordlessly looking in your eyes as a silent I love you. And you love her, and you hope you spend the rest of your time together.