rain showers
Ellie
Ellie woke up before Quinn, which was a first. The bite on Ellie’s side was just a dull ache, more annoying than painful. She looks down at Quinn who was curled against Ellie’s body, her face set in tranquility. Ellie thinks back to her kissing Quinn, thankful that it was at least reciprocated. She was afraid of making an idiot of herself by acting on impulse.
Based on the sunlight slowly trickling through the blinds, it was probably still early morning. Ellie reached a hand up, tucking a stray hair behind Quinn’s ears, her fingers feather-soft in fear of waking her. It didn’t matter because Quinn stirred, blinking her eyes open. It amazed Ellie how she was drawn to Quinn, no matter what she was doing.
“Hey,” Quinn grumbles, reaching up to rub her eyes. Ellie smiles, wanting to just reach out and kiss her. And then she realizes she can.
Without saying a word, Ellie takes her hand and tilts Quinn’s chin up, leaning over to kiss her slowly, reveling in Quinn’s surprisingly soft lips and how they seem to fit Ellie’s perfectly and how Ellie wants, and needs more.
Ellie adjusts the two until Quinn was on her back and Ellie was on top, ignoring any pain the stupid bite gave her, never breaking the kiss, their lips moving more fervently and sloppier. Quinn’s hands were roaming up Ellie’s back and Ellie’s were traveling along the curve of Quinn’s body. God she’s wanted to do this for so long, her mind in heaven as Quinn tugs at the hem of Ellie’s shirt. They break for merely seconds to discard their shirts, now both in thin tank tops, shivering as cool air hits their bare skin. Quinn’s eyes were lit up, a slight smile on her lips, and Ellie couldn’t handle the distance any longer before pressing her lips against Quinn’s again.
Ellie’s hands wander to Quinn’s hips and the waistband of Quinn’s pants, pausing. Quinn simply takes her hands and pushes down her pants, causing Ellie to draw back with a small smirk on her face.
“Your turn,” Quinn whispers, slightly out of breath, and Ellie immediately obeyed.
Ellie thinks she was in heaven. Because that’s the only explanation for how she’s making out with the girl she’s been dying to kiss for ages now (even though Ellie refuses to admit that out loud).
Ellie eventually pulls away, opting to just lay on top of Quinn’s chest with her arms wrapped around Quinn’s waist, savoring this moment, mentally freezing it in time. She knows this is probably one of the few times she’ll be able to live in ignorant bliss before she’s facing Abby in Seattle. Quinn absentmindedly runs her fingers through Ellie’s hair, sending lovely shivers down Ellie’s spine. Ellie didn’t want to leave. She wants to stay here with Quinn until the world crumbles.
But, unfortunately, that’s unrealistic.
Ellie sighs, tilting her head up to look at Quinn. She was quite literally breathtaking, her eyes deep and soft, her lips ever enticing, stray strands of hair falling so perfectly in front of her face. Ellie squeezes her arms around her waist before bringing her lips back up to Quinn’s and giving a soft, sweet kiss. She then pulls away and makes her way out of the bed, shivering against the cool air. She hears Quinn sigh.
“We should make that a daily thing,” Quinn mutters. Ellie throws a smile over her shoulder, putting her shirt and pants back on.
“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Ellie asks, wiggling her eyebrows. Quinn rolls her eyes, but a smile played at her lips.
The two gather their things, making one last round throughout the house and collecting anything extra they can get their hands on. There was a can of beans that Ellie didn’t see before and some more 10-year-old granola bars. Appetizing.
Quinn made Ellie change the bandages over her bite, clearly surprised that it truly was healing, giving it a quick clean before wrapping more gauze on it. Ellie watched Quinn’s careful hands dab at the wound, staring at Quinn's hands, dragging her eyes up to Quinn's focused face, openly admiring Quinn's beauty. Because she can.
They made their way outside, cooing at their horses before mounting them, beginning their routine yet again. Ellie unfolded the map, marking their path as they progress through the day. They stopped once to refill their water, and hunt for some food, and then they were back to the monotonous trotting again. Although Ellie did, indeed, find it mind-numbingly boring, having someone to talk to was much better than if Ellie were to go by herself–-once again proving Quinn right that Ellie did need her.
“Guess what?” Quinn asks, the afternoon slowly beginning to turn to a gloomy gray. Ellie just knew it was going to rain, slightly souring her mood, especially since it was a little harder to know what the time of the day was now.
“What?” Ellie muses, looking over at Quinn. Quinn was grinning proudly, holding a glass bottle. Ellie squinted before a slow smile crept over her face.
“For tonight,” Quinn says, giving it a gentle shake before stuffing it back in her backpack. “As a…celebration.”
Ellie raises her eyebrows, amused. “Celebration for what?”
Quinn shrugs, obviously playing dumb. “No clue.”
Ellie rolls her eyes at that and they continue, the sky turning even darker with thick rain clouds, the smell of rain lingering in the air. Soon enough, slow drops began to fall.
Ellie groans, stopping Shimmer to ruffle through her backpack, and finding her rain poncho to throw on. She notices Quinn throwing her arms out, wiggling her fingers in glee.
“I just love rain,” Quinn says, slightly raising her voice as the rain falls harder. Ellie glumly pulls her hood up, not feeling any of this joy Quinn was feeling.
“You’re going to get sick,” Ellie mumbles, trying to protect the map from getting sopping wet. She glances over at Quinn, whose hair was beginning to get soaked as well as her shirt, and she was just grinning stupidly over at Ellie.
“It’s refreshing!” Quinn yells, and Ellie shakes her head, trying not to let Quinn see the amused smile creeping across her face.
“We’re going to ride for a little longer then find some shelter,” Ellie calls to Quinn, who was now fully soaked through, her hair sticking to her face. Quinn nods, pulling out the ponytail she had, letting her wet hair tumble across her shoulders. Ellie looks away, squinting through the sheets of rain.
They make it for another fifteen minutes before the rain becomes unbearable and Ellie gets fed up because can barely see shit. She huffs and wordlessly finds a road leading to an apartment complex, hopping off her horse and grabbing her gun and knife. Quinn follows suit, trying to find a place to keep the horses somewhat covered and comfortable. Ellie opens the door to the first apartment, immediately getting faced with a runner. The runner screeches and lunges for Ellie, but she scowls and stabs it in the neck, slightly cringing from the sting in the bite on her side. Quinn appears by her side, knife also out, and they enter the apartment together, giving an all-clear.
Now they sit, slowly eating at whatever scraps they have buried in their backpacks, Quinn stripped to just a tank top and underwear, her clothes drying next to them, the two curled inside a blanket that looked the least disgusting.
“This will warm you up,” Ellie says, reaching for the bottle that Quinn showed earlier. Quinn grins, watching Ellie take a sip before handing it to her. Quinn takes a long sip, slightly cringing, before handing it back to Ellie. They could hear the rain steadily thrumming against the windows as the sky grows darker.
“So,” Quinn says, looking into Ellie’s eyes with a slight glint in her eyes, “how did you learn you could draw?”
Ellie laughs, slightly taken aback. “I’m not sure. I just kind of started drawing what I saw on patrols or throughout Jackson and…really fell in love with it?” She gives a dismissive shrug. “You’re gonna laugh so hard…” Ellie trails off, debating on whether she should share with Quinn.
“What?” Quinn pries, nudging Ellie. Ellie looks at the ground, smiling and shaking her head.
“I even write poetry sometimes,” she says, glancing back at Quinn who was smiling warmly at her.
“Who knew Ellie Williams was such a scholar,” Quinn teases, but she wasn't mocking her. Ellie rolls her eyes. “I think that’s really cool. Seriously.”
Ellie shrugs modestly again, already thinking of new things to write in her journal when she feels Quinn’s hand against her cheek, forcing Ellie to turn her head to Quinn. Ellie moves her gaze toward Quinn and she is staring into Ellie's eyes.
“Are you ready for this?” Quinn asks softly, voice barely above a whisper. 'This', meaning whatever shit is going to go down as soon as the two present themselves in front of Abby. Ellie sights and puts her hand over Quinn’s, a mixture of emotions bubbling up to the surface. She really has no idea what she’s possibly getting into. But Ellie is sure that she'll be alright as long as Quinn is with her.
Ellie leans in and gives Quinn a kiss, feather-soft.
“Yes.”