Between the lines • a between us sequel (Ellie Williams x female oc)

𝟏𝟐 • 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗉

It was supposed to be a joke, and I felt like an asshole when I realized she wasn't smiling with me like I'd hoped.

I combined the bills in my hands, and shoved them anywhere I could- waistline, bra, wherever to free my hands so I could grab hers.

"Come over tomorrow night."

She looks up from where my hands held onto hers, confused, and maybe even a little nervous at the idea,

"What?"

My eyes playfully rolled as I pretended to be annoyed, not like I thought she'd accept without any further questions, but still, a girl can dream.

"Come over tomorrow night-" I repeat with cautious emphasis, pulling myself further in like it was a secret of some sort.

"-I'll make dinner. Just the three of us, yeah?"

Finally, she smiles, and even laughs, but it was defensive like she was the butt of a joke she no longer wanted to be in on.

"Oh yeah? You're going to make dinner?"

I dropped her hand, and leaned away, "Yeah, I am."

Now, I'm the one on the defense.

I don't know why either. I know she's just teasing, but damn, I'd like her to have a little faith in me over one dinner.

Her hand reached my shoulder, slightly squeezing it before she pulled me closer, wrapping her arms around me.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

I let it sit for a few seconds before I reciprocated the hug. I wasn't actually mad, but stressing her out has slowly become one of my favorite things to do.

Her chin is resting on top of my head, and I feel the muscles through her shirt on my almost bare chest, a flutter in my lower stomach starting to manifest.

God.

I'm so horny.

I was the first to pull away, not because I wanted to, but for the sake of our friendship and not wanting to confuse either one of us more than I already have, also, working being another good reason, I had to.

I look at her, but quickly look anywhere else, a heat spreading across my face and chest.

Abby noticed too, a mischievous smile on her lips as she took her time looking me over before leaning in close.

"You sure you don't want to spend the night? I'd love to refreshen that memory of yours."

Her lips are by my ear, her after a shower scent in my nose, I could almost taste it, and her voice in my head-

It was tempting, very tempting.

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There was a depth to the darkness inside Ellie's house like no matter how quiet it was, I always had a nagging feeling that something would break that quiet- a voice, a loose floorboard, the past coming back to haunt me- what I'm trying to say is, her house is kinda creepy at night.

I crept through the house, almost holding my breath as if to not draw attention to myself from others who may still reside.
I don't even believe in ghosts, but a fancy old house will make you second guess yourself.

The soft light from the single lamp left on flooded the hall as I opened the door to Ellie's bedroom, her peacefully sleeping body covered about half way with the sheets.

I sat down on the bed, not sure why, but it felt the most habitual thing to do, not entirely because I was hoping she'd wake up, but also, I wouldn't mind that either.