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

𝟐𝟗 • 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾

Her warmth flooded my core, her tongue proving a higher power to be real.

"Fuck, Ellie.." I sighed, my fingers tightening on the corners of the pillow beneath my head.

I rocked with her, resting myself on an elbow as my fingers tightened in her hair.

I felt dizzy, delirious. Like being drunk, but not quite.

"El... Ellie, stop. If you keep doing that I'm going to-"

Weakly, I tried pushing her away by her shoulder, but her grip tightened on me, and it was clear to me then that she had no intention on stopping.

I braced, every muscle tensing as my teeth sank into the back of my hand, but it hardly made a difference as my moans and squeals rang out.

My legs shook, and everything felt so incredibly wet.

After my heaving settled and my chest started to rise and fall at a more acceptable rate, I looked down at the damage.

I glanced between the puddle and Ellie, a shit eating grin on her face as she wiped her mouth and chin with the bottom of her shirt.

"It never gets old."

She was delighted. Proud.

I was horrified, and rightfully so. Joel already knows what I do for work because I dumb enough to be honest. What if in his mind I'm just the skank daughter-in-law?

"Oh my god, Ellie... what if Joel comes home? How will we explain why we don't have sheets on the bed-"

She shuts me up, her lips on mine.

"Go shower. I'll take care of it."

"But-"

Again, another kiss.

"I'll do laundry. We still have awhile before he gets back. He'll never know."

Reluctantly, I nodded. I knew to trust her, but felt guilty.

I leave the room with a clean change of clothes, and started the shower down the hall. I was hoping she'd get done with what she needed to do early and join me, which of course she did. She'd never pass up the chance of she could help it.

"We have about an hour until I need to change the clothes over, wanna go get your nails done? My treat." She asked nonchalantly as she scrubbed at her skin, suds traveling down her torso.

I looked at her skeptically and she notices.

"What?"

"Why?"

She shrugged, rinsing the soap off her body as we switched sides.

"Why not?"

I was still on edge. Ellie has paid for my nails before, but never has she offered to tag along. It's boring she says.

"Fine."

I let her pick the color, and in Ellie's standard, It's quite more boring than I would've expected from her, but nonetheless it was cute, classic. A pearlescent baby pink.

We run back to the house only for Ellie to switch things into the dryer before heading back out, to where I had no idea. She refused to tell me.

"Why are you being so sketchy?" I asked looking out the car window at the unfamiliar street and shops. It was a cute town, small, but not small enough that everybody knew everybody's business.

"I'm not."

Liar.

I sighed, but didn't press it. She knew she was being sneaky. It's not like she was trying to hide it.