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

𝟐𝟎 • 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌

❥ 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 • putting this at the top since the app is broken for me and i literally can't scroll to the bottom of the chapter 🫠🫠 and no i did not proofread very well as per usual lol

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I still felt the heat in my head, and the steam in my lungs, her lips being the waves that held me under.

My fingers grasped at the hair that laid wet to the base of her neck, my other hand to hold the underside of my thigh, and her fingers lost somewhere inside-

"Good girl... my good fucking girl." She grits, the same hostility in her voice could be found in her fingers, speed accelerating.

I was being rocked by her movements, my shoulder blades bruising from the tiles I was being pushed into.

"Ellie... Ellie..." I whispered or more so sobbed into her neck, my nails clinging to her skin-

"I got you-" She breaths, momentarily changing her tone to be more of a sympathetic one.
"always got you..."

Even though our shower together had ended a handful of minutes ago, my body just as easily remembered it as if it was still happening.
I was basking in it, holding onto the touch, sound, and the feel of her body against mine, her bare chest pressed to mine...

But as much as I loved it, even the memory of it... it was horribly inconvenient right now...

The three of us were at the dining table, Ellie to my right and Abby left, silently eating breakfast Abby had brought, but given how both Ellie and I had wet hair and reeked of coconut and shea butter body soap....

Abby was no dummy.

The legs on the chair screeched as Abby slid back from the table, almost like she was about to get up and leave, but instead her hands stayed resting on top the wooden surface.
I looked at her before looking to Ellie, whose face remained unshaken like she had been expecting this.

"Looks like you're right back at it, aren't you?" Abby said, a quake being heard in her voice as she chuckled, pausing momentarily before starting again.
"Fucking her-" Her eyes gave a pointed glare in my direction before flickering down to where the bruises had already darkened, saturating my neck and collarbones in freshly specked pomegranate.
And once again, I lost her.

"-in my own fucking house.... You haven't changed at all. Still a disrespectful little shit."

Abby's temperature was rising inside the house, and Ellie's unwavering emotion seemed to only fuel it, my fear growing-

"Abby..." I warned, leaning forward to try and redirect her attention towards me again, but it only worked for second, her eyes briefly meeting mine to tell me Ellie wasn't the only one who held her anger.

Abby stands from the table, and I held my breath, watching, waiting for a sudden movement or a falter of sorts to help better understand just how far her anger would carry over.
I then looked to Ellie, who didn't reciprocate, still maintaining eye contact with the beastly woman.
Except, she didn't seem scared or even concerned, if anything, she looked a little... amused?

"And you're such a saint, right?"

My head quickly darted up to Ellie, trying to figure out if she really said that , but when I looked back to Abby, who looked equally surprised, I knew it wasn't just the wind.

"The fuck are you talking about?"

Abbys voice was noticeably louder, standing tall over the table like she was ready to clear a straight path towards Ellie's neck.