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

15 • 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌

✩ 𝐚/𝐧 ✩ 𝗒𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗅

𝖤𝖭𝖩𝖮𝖸！！

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾

You know that feeling where shit just feels too good to be real? For example: when you're on a roller coaster, the wheels slowly spinning as you approached the top, all the anticipation and fear building as you're faced almost completely vertical with the sky, and then all of a sudden, whoosh. The rattle of the car, and the screams of excitement intermingle into a white noise.

That's what it felt like being with Ellie like this. The adrenaline. The rush of something new even though it was far from alien, with her hands on my face, in my hair, and reaching for my insides- her skin overlaying mine like I could disappear completely.

Maybe I was never meant for this body, that somehow it was always supposed to be like this- that she would consume me someday, taking my place, and making my existence only continue in memories of the people who used to know me.

"El- Ellie... I can't..." I breathed. Heaving, titling my face away from hers. Her lips quickly finding the skin on my neck.

"- I can't stand anymore... my knees..."

The granite dulled into my backside, but the same cannot be said for the feeing between my legs where her knee sparked friction.

She chuckled, warm breath mixed with the wet of her tongue as it slid across my neck, "You want me to take you to my bed. Is that it?"

My knees began to buckle. My eyes closed shut, which didn't help. The blank canvas behind my eyes made my imagination run wild- the thought of her tongue in other places.

My hand clutched the top of her shoulder as her knee hiked higher, using one hand to hold me close, while the other braced against the counter, closing me in.

"Yes. Please."

We walked, or more so stumbled towards her bedroom, occasionally knocking ourselves against the wall of the long corridor. I guess there isn't much room for grace when you're latched onto another like this- lips that only felt satiated by your own, and hands pulling at the clothes, greedy to get a better feel.

I didn't bother to get a better control of the situation either.
As much as I needed this, she needed it more, that was very much apparent as I'm pushed back onto the bed, the foam breaking my fall, and Ellie climbing on top where I held her there between my thighs.

Her hands roamed- my face, along my sides, and underneath my thigh. But it was mostly my face, pulling my cheek with her thumb as she continued to deepen the kiss like it could've been the last time for an opportunity such as this.
I guess that would be my fault too- the leaving without a trace, never thinking I'd see her again. That's not to say I regretted it, though. I needed to leave, not just for me, but for her too. I couldn't fix her then, not sure I ever even stood the chance.

She needed to want it for herself.

Our lips were intermingled at this point, my nails clawing at her through the fabric on her back, and her knee was being thoughtfully placed between my thighs.
I moaned. A subtle one, or maybe not as much as I thought because Ellie noticed, not only that but she seems to panic.

"Shit- I'm sorry.."

Her hand is retracted from under my shirt, along with her body disengaging from mine all together.

"-I don't want to be too forceful or anything, and I don't want you to feel like you have to-"

She's rambling, about what I'm not even sure.