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

𝟏𝟗 • 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀

"Aren't you tired?" I asked, my breathing quickened.

She smiled against me, her tongue gliding over the corner of my lips, "Not anymore."

That wasn't entirely true. Maybe it was our three year age difference, but she couldn't keep up with me, which is crazy to think about considering there had been multiple occasions where I genuinely thought her stamina would've killed me.

We were both facing each other, her knee between my legs, and our lips forever tied as I rolled my hips against her.
I was going slow, not in any rush, and more focused on the taste of her in my mouth than the friction below.
And she didn't encourage any different as her fingers sunk into my the flesh of my ass, not asking for me to go faster, but instead, wanted me closer.

I brought my hands up between our chests, and rested them on the sides of her face, moaning tirelessly against her mouth.

"I love you... I love you, Ellie.."

Even in the low light, her eyes still reflected- wide and taken aback, but it was only for a second that she seemed to question it.

All motion seems to stop as a gravity came over her, bringing her hand up to tuck a stand of hair further away from my features, "I love you too, princess... I love you more than anything in this world."

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Ellie

Upon the first blink, the sun bright through the sheer curtains, and the side of my body being anchored to the mattress below, I'd almost forgotten where I was, nonetheless how I got here to a room that was unfamiliar to me.
It's funny because in hindsight, I remembered everything from last night. I remember the struggle of carrying Abby inside to Skyler's sweet voice waking me up on the couch, and her leading me to her room like it was a lair of sorts and I'd never be seen from again.
Even with the nightmarish atmosphere to it, it felt like a dream. Like there's no way in hell that it wasn't something I had conjured up in my head because it was simply too good to be true.
But that's when I see her, Skyler, still heavily asleep, and her lips parted the slightest amount as her breathing continued in its long, deep pattern.

I look around, making observations that the dark had made me miss.

The bed spread, soft pink and a dainty, floral pattern strewn across it, and painted white wood furniture that had an antique feel to it.
Her walls, again a soft pink, but hard to tell if it was the actual paint or the sunlight that projected through the curtains.
It was all soft. Too soft. It suited her, but not quite. The real personality shined through when you looked deeper.
Clothes scattered the floor, and even more pouring out from the closet, an ashtray that was tactfully tucked behind a jewelry box on the windowsill that you could only really see if you were looking for it.

Sure, it was messy and some might argue a safety hazard, but it made me smile... in an oddly proud sort of way.
In college she was ritualistic with her things. Everything had its own place and even how she cleaned felt overly complicated.

I'm glad she learned to let loose...
What I don't know is if it's genuine grace she learned to have with herself or if it's because her sanity was diverted elsewhere.

My sightseeing was quickly cut short, Sky rustling beside me.

"Good morning." I say, still whispering as to not startle her just in case she had forgotten more than I had.

Her eye disappeared as a smile spread across her face, nuzzling closer into me.

She was too cute in the mornings, still sleepy and weak. It took everything in me to not squeeze her as hard as I could or something more sinister...