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

𝟏𝟗 • 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝐚/𝐧 - hiii okay so this not proofread very well (at all) so please ignore any mistakes 🩷

Sky

I returned home, the soles of my feet ached, and my head continued to pound, but I didn't care about any of that.

Ellie was waiting for me.

As I entered, I had to do a double-take, squinting as I adjusted to the low light, and because of what I saw.
Both Abby and Ellie asleep on the couch, as far on the opposite ends as they could, but still, they looked peaceful with their presence of one another.

I set my bag down, and leaned it against the end table as I crouched down where Ellie sat with her head dangling, placing a gentle touch to her knee.

"Hey." I whispered, shaking her slightly, and when that didn't work, I tried it again.

"Ellie, hey ... are you awake?"

She stirred, a low moan slipping past her lips as she rubbed at her eye before they finally open, a small smile spreading across her lips, "Hey..."

"Hi baby..." I offered her a smile in return, and stood, holding my hand out for her to take.

"Let's go to bed."

I lead her through the house and up the stairs with her hand loosely wrapped around mine until we make it to my bed room.
I let her enter first, shutting the door quietly behind her.

Ellie looks around before returning her sleepy gaze to me, sitting on the edge of the bed.

I smile.
A giddy I hadn't felt in a while suddenly started to fester.
It felt... scandalous... like Ellie was my secret girlfriend that my parents disapproved of and I was sneaking her inside in the middle of the night, which I guess isn't that far off...

She was in my room, my space.... Something about it felt like new territory.

My hands were interlocked behind my lower back as I used them to push myself off the door, half-skipping, half-prancing over to her, and barreling forward.
She grunts as my entire body weight pushes her onto her back, half forgetting about the stitches to her shoulder as my arms tangled beneath hers, and my thighs across her waist.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you missed me."
She chuckles, amidst the sound of her straining a faux groan.

I lifted my face that was previously buried in her neck, meeting her eyes momentarily before kissing her.
At first, a peck, and then some more before it turned into my tongue inside her mouth.
Even though she was tired, and so was I, the kisses continued to be heavy, even a moan sprinkled in between.
Eventually, her hands that were once on waist now moved, traveling further down to my ass, squeezing tenderly at the part that spilled out from under my shorts.

Fuck. I did miss her. I missed her terrible, and that was only apparent to me when I realized I was grinding against her, my crotch over hers, and the small mews that seeped through open mouthed kisses.

Once I realized this horrifying display of desperation I was doing, I stopped, lifting away from her.

"Shit" I curse, wiping the spit away on the back of my hand, "-I'm sorry."
Incredibly embarrassed, I found it hard to look her in the eye, instead finding interest in the college of pictures and mementos I had pinned above my dresser.

I felt her hand around my forearm, and as in pulled back down to her, I finally look, her eyes carrying a sort of weight I recognized.
I'm rolled onto my back with her air locked to my side, her hand placed on the other side of me to hold her up as our lips reconnected.