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i currently write for ellie williams from the last of us and jill valentine from resident evil :)
i mostly write for gender neutral or female readers, male readers, i am sorry
i am willing to write mostly anything which includes fluff, angst, smut/nsfw (very open to most kinks lol), violence, yandere themes, etc. (i cant think of anymore but there are potentially more things hehe)
i am not willing to write about incest, ageplay, noncon, beastiality, necrophilia or any of that weird shit pls ty
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Summary: You have a expedition to go on, but you think Joel and the others wouldn’t mind if you skip it to spend some alone time with Ellie at home. It’s been a while since you and Ellie had sex, so she is a bit nervous and ready for it as well! ;)
- Ellie referring to the Reader as mistress
Warnings: Cunnilingus, Praise, fingering, mentions of buying toys, Slight hair pulling, and some pet names?
A/N: Technically this has a plot, but it is straight up just porn of eating Ellie out. Although, this was kind of fun to come up with and it has been one of my best ideas as the first Ellie fic I created, but I wouldn’t say it is good.
you pick up ellie at her place to go on an expedition, you knock on the door and you wait “Damn you're here!” says Ellie as she opens the door for you.
“Sorry I'm late..” You said as you entered the house apologizing by kissing her on the cheek and she hugged you, which gave you the memo that it was okay.
Ellie kissed you back and said that she missed you a lot, but this is because you rarely get to see her due to the expeditions with the team clearing out the land to build on with their communist base. “Today we have to meet up with Joel and the others to go on a expedition, but I really don’t feel like going. I would rather spend more time with you.” You took her by the hand looking into her green eyes, while smiling softly.
“You know Joel probably wouldn’t mind if we got caught up right? You gave her a cheeky grin. Ellie said “heh…I guess so..”, youcould tell Ellie was nervous and she curious to what you had planned.
She had responded “Let’s get started. Shall we?” You began to take her by the hand leading her to the bedroom beginning to take off your clothes only leaving on your striped bra and the matching panties. Ellie just watched this view of you like this was jaw dropping and I mean literally. You walked over to the bed and laid down on it noticing she was only staring and not doing anything so you told her “Don’t keep me waiting now!” as you were patting the bed beside you. She began discarding her clothes leaving them on the floor, then sitting down next to you nervous and excited.
You straddle Ellie leaning her back onto the pillows going in between her thighs planting a kiss on each one, while looking up at her with lustful yet innocent eyes.
She began to moan softly as your kisses make their way up her body and back down.. “mmm… this feels good…mistress...” said Ellie as her head dropped back leaning into the headboard of the bed. You assured her that you would make her feel a lot better and that she should trust you on that before kitten licking her slick. As you kitten lick her Ellie lets out small whimpers as a “please do…”. You let your tongue move over her folds back and forth a couple times, then inserting it into her tight hole, which makes her gasp and moan loudly as she grabs your head saying breathily “oh god….don’t stop..”.
You love Ellie so much and forgot how good she tastes because it has been an awful while you had sex with her.
(So you were eating her out like she was ice cream if you want to put it that way because it is your favorite dessert.)
You left Ellie gasping for air when you did this, but you decided to add a few fingers in making her shudder from such pleasure she was receiving. You come up from her pussy for a second saying “Your doing so well for me, dear…”, then going back down for more with your tongue getting aggressive by every minute, but your a few inches away just working with the tip of your tongue barley inside of her. Ellie grabs onto your hair pulling you closer to her pussy, which makes your tongue go even further in her.
But you decided you should let your fingers do most of the work, sliding a couple fingers into her thrusting and curling inside of her at a quickened pace in order for Ellie to reach her high. Your tongue is still doing what it does best, as Ellie feels these movements she tries to move her hips to reach these same movements. Little by little she is reaching the end of her climax with legs shaking as she cums all over your face, out of breathe panting heavily saying “That felt…amazing…mistress..”, after whipping your face and licking your hands clean before looking up at her.
You said smiling at her “I’m so happy you enjoyed it. You tasted so good, my love..”, then began to kiss her passionately, Ellie kissing you back as well breaking away from the kiss with a `Pop!` sound. Ellie gave you her thanks very lovingly by laying down next to you as she pulled you in for a hug and some cuddles.
“Maybe we can call Joel later and say I’m `Sick` and that you have to take care of me because no one else is here to.” You implied to her, which made Ellie say “yeah..lets do that.”. After she agrees you told her that this week you would buy some toys to try use in bed the next time. Ellie replied to that by saying “Hmm..sounds nice, but what exactly are we gonna buy?”.
She was questioning, but you told her a couple things even though there is going to be a few items you plan to get for the two of you. The exact thing you told her was: “A strap-on because I know that strap game ain’t weak.” and “Vibrators and some restraints because I know you were thinking about it.” Ellie’s eyes widened when you had so called Read her mind as she would like to put that with the expression that had formed on her face.
She couldn’t hide her guilty expression, so she had said “yes…mistress..I was thinking about it..” You lightly smiled at her, as you put your panties and your shirt back on getting ready for bed. Ellie had already changed, but you hadn’t noticed come to think of it she was pretty fast at some things…
The both of you got back in back in bed, Ellie spooning you as the two of you began to doze off into the night feeling as if you were dreaming of floating on a cloud.
i feel like by the end of this season i'm going to be a broken record on repeat but the use of game tropes is so fucking good oh my god like the whole "the doors are blocked boost me up so i can open it from the other side" !!!!!!!! and then using that to have joel and ellie interact one-on-one is SO GOOD it has such a video game feel while also adapting to the requirements of television
hi 😭 yes i’ve been good LMAO,, i’ve been hopping thru fandoms (i’m in a star wars phase rn) and took a break from tlou and resident evil, but now that hbo max’s The Last of Us is out, i’m back !!
also re4remake is coming out so no doubt i’m gonna get back into writing for jill i’m so excited
summary: modern/college!au – ellie williams x fem!artist!reader. SFW! ellie has always had a crush on you, the girl who sat right in front of her in art class.
a/n: also hi i’m back looool (not proofread per usual)
The setting sun bleeds through the curtains of the art room, painting the walls in a soft orange that met the subtle undertones of your skin as you gazed right up the girl who had been standing frozen between the doorframe. Her backpack slung loosely over her shoulder and her short brown hair tousled lightly down her neck, partly tied at the back of her head as she grips the door handle. You were also quite frozen in your seat, arm lifting a paintbrush to a blank canvas with your eyes staring back at her. You wondered what she was doing, standing there with an unwavering stare like a statue.
It had been about an hour since class had been dismissed and you found yourself in a staring competition with a fellow classmate; a classmate you were quite fond of, a classmate you were quite attracted to. How could you not? It was Ellie. She was smart, creative, and ambitious, all equally matched her dashing good looks. She was very popular with the ladies, including you, and went to lots of parties, a crowd you never really thought of joining. It was strange being in a situation you would never have guessed to be in with this person. And after moments of unending eye contact, you finally broke the ice.
“May I help you?”
“O-Oh,” Ellie twitches in surprise after realizing how long she had been staring. “Sorry, I-I just forgot something. Didn’t mean to stare.”
“It’s okay, Ellie. I don’t mind,” you reply, setting your brush down against the table.
“I, uh, I didn’t think you’d know my name.”
You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, smiling lightly at her statement, “Are you kidding? What kind of person do you take me for? You sit right behind me.”
She was very well aware of this after the countless stares, including this one, that she had shamefully indulged in during class as you worked beautifully on your art. Beautiful. It was a word she often associated with you. Every time she looked at you; beautiful. She had developed this secret crush on you since the beginning of the year, having no courage to act on her feelings other than stare at you directly from behind for at least an hour each weekday.
Ellie slowly walks towards her desk, right behind you, “I know… But I mean, we don’t really talk so I… I don’t know. I thought I’d be like a blur to you… If that makes sense.”
“Well, don’t sell yourself short. I see you clear as day,” You play with the tube of oil paints with your fingers, smirking softly at her.
“What do you mean?” Ellie blinks at your reply, looking hopeful, hoping for the chance that you might like her the same way she likes you.
“I’ve always admired your work, Ellie. You’re amazing.”
Ellie’s shoulders drop, slightly disappointed, but also appreciative of your opinion of her and her artwork. “Thanks... So what’s got you stuck in here still?”
“Nothing. Just easier for me to do it here, than in my own apartment, I guess. And I like the quiet and the windows. Especially right when the sun sets. Besides, paint is so expensive now,” You roll your eyes, looking over to the almost empty paint tubes your professor let you use.
Ellie’s green eyes light up as she remembers the little stash of art supplies occupying the corner of her dorm room. “Uh, well, if you ever need some oil paint, I’ve got plenty, if you’d like. My dad always gets me art supplies but always in different mediums because he doesn’t know exactly what I use so I always have extra supplies I end up not using. I-I mean, if you want. I mean, I don’t oil paint, so...”
You can’t help but smile at her endearing mannerisms, watching her nervously rub the palm of her hand with her thumb, “That’s sweet of you, Ellie.”
A smile curves under her nose in triumph as her eyes slowly pan over to your easel, “It’s empty. Your canvas.”
“Oh. Yeah, I’m… I’m having trouble picking a subject. I kinda sat here for a while doing nothing, staring at it but I can’t think of anything yet... Except…”
Ellie raises her eyebrow, “What are you thinking?”
“A portrait. Well, obviously. But, I’m thinking… I could paint you? If you’ll let me.”
“Yeah,” Ellie says almost embarrassingly fast. “I mean, yeah, sure, if you think I’d be a good reference, yeah.”
You smile, “You’d be perfect, Ellie.”
Ellie begins to lose focus, mind fast forwarding to the time the two of you would be spending together. Painting was a slow process, especially one for an oil painter. She became grateful that you were one. Not only were you an amazing artist, but you spend a long time trying to hone your craft, so the time she’ll be sitting as your model would take more than a couple of days. Time with you. An excuse to be with you. Finally. After staring at the back of your head, watching you work as she sat behind you with constant adoration, she thanked whoever it was that led up to this moment.
It’s the fourth day of her sitting on this old brown stool you pulled out from the classroom closet. Ellie sits in her usual pose; relaxing, slouching slightly, a foot planted onto the floor while the other sits on the footrest, staring at your face as you painted. She found that you had a face you put on as you concentrated on your work — a sight she would’ve never gotten to see from sitting behind you in class. She was grateful for this experience, to be able to see you like this, putting most of your attention on her. The first day, she was quiet, seemingly nervous as she fiddled with her hands every time you would turn to look at her, making her almost want to look away, knowing her cheeks would be getting redder by the second. Now, it was easier for her to control. She was more confident, at ease and often finding herself babbling about her aerospace class like the nerd she is.
And you looked beautiful, as always. It felt different, sitting in front of you, rather than behind. She couldn’t look over your shoulder to see your work anymore, like she always does. Only you. In a way, she liked this better. She liked watching you work, watching how gentle your brush strokes were, how precise and calculated they were, how your technique never faltered and how amazing the canvas looked when you put your strokes together. But now, she could only see you. Your hair tied loosely away from your face, your eyes darting back and forth between her and the canvas, your apron tied around your pretty waist, a pencil tucked behind your ear, the way your eyebrows furrow in frustration when you can’t get something right, and the way you occasionally take a couple steps back away from the canvas to inspect everything thoroughly before diving right back into painting. You were quiet and concentrated, even when you gave small hums of affirmation when Ellie would talk.
And all Ellie could think about was how pretty you were, standing there, so unaware of the thoughts of you that filled her brain, masked behind her small but many talks of her space class.
“How’s it going over there?” Ellie asks curiously, scratching the back of her neck as she continues to grow more and more nervous under your stare.
“It’s… going…” You mumble, putting the end of your brush between your teeth, biting it slightly in frustration as you think.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s missing…” Your sentence drifts, incomplete, as your eyes pan slowly over towards her once more, this time never leaving.
It only takes a second for you to put your brush down against your palette before walking over to where Ellie was sitting, stepping into her bubble, leaning down dangerously close to her face. Ellie twitches in surprise, eyes widening at the sudden closeness you two shared.
She could smell you. The soft fragrance that was so… you. She could see your eyes scanning every inch of her face, making her conscious of what she looked like during each passing second. But you were so close. It felt intoxicating.
So, she couldn’t help herself. Ellie brings her hands up to rest them on your hips, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt, one of her thumbs going through the belt loop of your jeans. Her eyes trail up to yours before darting down to where your lips were, sitting there so plump and delicious, practically calling out to her like a moth to a flame, as you continued to stare down at her. You loved the feeling of her hands on your body and you decided to respond by wrapping your arms around her neck, brown locks slipping through your fingertips.
If she could just tilt her head to the side a little more, lean her head upwards closer, she could just…
“Freckles... I was missing your freckles,” you sigh dreamily, already forgetting about the painting as you continued to stare at the girl in front of you. You bring your hand up to caress her face, thumb brushing softly over her eyebrow, paint smudging lightly against her skin, “You have a scar…”
“Yeah…” Ellie breathes, unable to take her eyes off your lips as you spoke softly.
“Where’s it from?”
“I… I liked building things as a kid. I tried to make a robot… Never worked, obviously, so I… I pulled it apart and destroyed it with a knife and I messed up with the angle I was cutting it with, and accidentally flung it towards my face.”
You hum in amusement, a smirk tugging at your lips, “I think the scar looks good on you.”
“You think so?” Ellie says, hands shifting slightly to rest underneath your sweater, feeling the skin of your waist, inching you closer towards her body, between her legs.
“Yeah,” you say lowly, before coming close to press your lips slightly towards her ear to whisper, “It makes you look sexy.”
Ellie can’t help but close her eyes, releasing a breath she didn’t know she was holding. The way you looked at her right now made her feel like she was on fire. Her face was burning up surely, but her heart was beating so fast it felt like it waking explode.
“I wanna kiss you,” she says, almost desperately.
You smile and run a hand through her hair, tugging on it lightly, making her groan lowly against you. “What’s stopping you?”
Ellie’s lips curve into a cocky smirk as she looks up at you with nothing but affection in her eyes, watching you like you were the most beautiful thing on the planet. “Nothing.”
And then, her lips pressed against yours with a gentle eagerness as her hands pulling you by your waist. It’s a moan that tugs on her heartstrings and is the cause of all the butterflies in her stomach. She discovers you like pulling at her hair when your paint-stained hands tug on it for the second time today, groaning against your lips at the feeling of your hands in her locks.
You pull back and smile when you see the subtle but visible pout on her lips, “How was that?”
Ellie can only shake her head and mutter two simple words desperately, “Not enough.”
And she dives right back against your mouth, arms wrapping tightly around your waist. Your hands trail down from her hair, resting your palms against her shoulder to find your balance, the kiss making you all dizzy. You unknowingly leave paint all over her shirt and her neck as she groans against your lips, seemingly never wanting to part from you ever.
You pull away again, both of you out of breath, lips hovering over each other as you regain your focus.
“I think we—” Ellie steals a kiss from you as you spoke. “Really need to—“ And then another. “Get back to—“ And then another. “Work!” You exclaim with laugh, pushing Ellie’s shoulders to keep her from coming closer even thought she had her arms wrapped around you still.
“I like kissing you,” Ellie says, hypnotized by you, how she felt like she was holding the literal embodiment of art in her arms. And finally, the words she’s been dying to tell you since she’s known you: “I like you.”
And she kisses you again, softer this time, humming lightly against your lips, hands treating you like porcelain. You tasted so good to her. She couldn’t help but want more. You moan in surprise as you feel her tongue drag across your bottom lip and instinctively, you open your mouth only slightly, but it was enough to push her tongue against yours, groaning in satisfaction, the taste of your tongue even more addicting. The grip you had on her shoulders only grew tighter as you kissed her.
“Mmhm, Ellie,” you moan.
Ellie groans into your mouth, immediately falling in love with the sound of your moans, squeezing your hips tighter, wanting to hear more from you before you move your head back to look at her. You stare down at her skin, thumb brushing over the freckles you wanted to kiss one by one.
Ellie pulls away with a smile, confidence growing by the second, “Yeah, baby?”
You roll your eyes and smile, leaning down to peck her lips once more, “I like you, too.”
And you kiss her again as she smiles into your lips. Your unfinished canvas was long forgotten as Ellie continues to distract you with her lips as your hands paints her skin.
You make a note to remind yourself to continue what you started, the painting and the kissing, both inspired by the muse which was Ellie.
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hey i just discovered you through your RE5 Jill story and omg it's so good. Could I request some more Jill x f!reader? Something taking place during the night of og RE3?
all i ever wanted.
summary. you tend to jill’s wounds and jill realizes she has some things left to say to you.
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content warnings. jill valentine x f!reader, ummm fluff, angst if u squint, friends to lovers trope, mentions of blood, pain, also jill is hot, also not proofread *thumbs up* :^)
word count. 2.2k+ !
a/n: i like writing jill fics hehe i rlly hope u like it anon :) spent a lot of time thinking about what to write but it’s finally here!
the steel of jill’s handgun rests cold and heavy in the palm of her hands. her fingertips smooth over the neat S.T.A.R.S engraving, carved into the side of the barrel. jill gripped her gun even tighter, longing for the past where things seemed better and easier, away from the constant death and horror she had seen. a sigh falls from her lips as she let eyes close shut, replaying the dreadful memory where her comrade, brad, died at the hand of that… monster. just thinking about it sent shivers down her spine.
the sound of a chair sliding across the floor pulled her out of her thoughts immediately, opening her eyes to see you. you had managed to pull jill into the police department after she had tried fighting against that monstrous creature. and of course, jill didn’t come out unscathed. she was bleeding on her forehead, her arm and her abdomen, so you took the liberty to find as much material, herbs and bandages inside the building.
you glanced down at the gun in jill’s hand, reading the engraving quickly before she put it away into one of her holsters. you felt a sense of sorrow radiating from her and you couldn’t help but sigh. you weren’t a part of that team she was in. instead, you specialized in forensics at the raccoon city police department. but everyone knew about how elite and brave they were, a rescue team filled with so many talented soldiers, until one day, they were shut down. jill was suspended a short while after when she kept investigating umbrella against the chief’s orders.
and you were, without a doubt, attracted to her and her compassion and drive to help people. her undeniable anger towards the umbrella corporation and her determination to expose them intimidated you a bit, if you were being honest, but even then, it made you all the more attracted to her. she also always went to you whenever she needed help with something, always running tests for her in secret or answering confidential questions whenever she needed, and it wasn’t solely because you liked her, but she was a dear friend you cared about and you trusted her with every ounce of your being. you trusted jill to do good; you always believed that.
“we need to get going. find a way out of the city,” jill looks straight on ahead, staring at the walls of the police station, ignoring the pain in her body. “we can’t stay here.”
“slow down, supercop. you won’t be able to get anywhere with you bleeding out like this,” you told her with your medical supplies ready in the palm of your hands. “can you— fuck, lift your shirt.”
jill obeyed your orders, wincing in pain as she lifted the hem of her blue tube top up slightly, watching as you pulled yourself closer to inspect her wounds. it was bad. that’s what you expected. you knew it was going to be bad, but this… blood rushing down her side, skin torn, ripped.
“fuck, jill,” you say, taking a moment to stare at the gash on the side of her lower abdomen, near her hips.
“it’s not that—” she starts and all you can do is scoff as you reach for the gauze.
“don’t you even dare finish that sentence. the fuck you mean it’s not bad? you’re—“ you sigh, trying to keep your cool. “just… shut up and let me take care of you. try not to move.”
jill smiles at your words, hiding it from you as she turns her head away. this wasn’t the first time you patched her up and she’ll be damned if it was the last. but you were always so soft and delicate while you treated her wounds. she absolutely loved it when you took care of her.
and if jill wasn’t so badly hurt, maybe you’d be concentrating less, thinking about her skin on her toned abs right underneath the fabric. but there was no time for that right now. you needed to concentrate. you were lucky to find what you could. the police department itself wasn’t safe anymore along with the rest of the city. and with that monster just outside the walls doing god knows what, you prayed for both of your survival. jill made no room for protest as much as she wanted to. she wanted to keep moving, find a way to leave and escape this hell of a city as fast as she could to get the both of you to safety.
she observed you and your every movement, waiting silently as you pressed against her wound with the gauze. jill clenched her jaw. it hurt, no doubt, so she tried to distract herself by looking at you. she watched your hands closely, watching how they trembled slightly against her skin. you were nervous and scared, she could tell.
“are you okay?” jill asked, eyebrows furrowing in concern.
“i’m fine,” you lie. you’ve never been more scared in your life. “besides, i think i’m the one that’s supposed to be asking that.”
“i’ll live... you don’t have to lie to me, (y/n). you can tell me anything,” she tells you, leaning in slightly to get a good look at your face. “you mean more to me than anyone else, you know that.”
you cheeks warm up at her words, “i know.”
there was dirt on your skin, small cuts on your cheek, your eyes looked tired with heavy eyelids, but you looked more alert than she’s ever seen you be. but you still looked beautiful to her. she wondered how you looked so pretty even with all the shit that’s been happening around you. you were so close to her and jill couldn’t help but stare. your lips looked plump and soft. your eyebrows furrowed in a way that made her heart race, watching the determination and focus was written all over your face. and your shirt hugged your body in all the right places, the right curves. she bit her lip. not even feeling an ounce of regret for staring so hard at you. it helped distract her from the pain anyways.
you were there with her when she was about to leave. you went to go find her before she left. even asked you to come with her a couple days ago. you were the only one at the station that believed her after the incident at the mansion. everyone else laughed at her stories before she got suspended. jill cared about you. like really cared about you. she never knew how to deal with her feelings. always felt like the wrong time, always felt like she had no time. she didn’t know if she could be the right person for you, but thinking about it, she wanted to be anyways, despite what her thoughts tell her.
you place a compressor down at the wound and it soaks up in a matter of seconds. you grab more, running them along her toned abs. fuck, you really need to focus. and jill doesn’t fail to notice your stare. it almost made her smile, if she wasn’t in so much pain right now. although, she’d doing a pretty good job holding her facade.
“did you ever change your mind about leaving with me?”
you bit your lip, holding in a small chuckle as you wrapped the bandages around her figure with your arms, leaning closer towards her. jill holds in a breath, feeling a tad nervous about how close you were to her body. now, it was her turn to focus.
“i don’t think i have much a of a choice now, do i?” you retort.
jill waits for a moment before speaking as you finish securing the bandages, neatly tucking it into the wrap. “i’m being serious. i wanted you to leave with me.”
you pause and stare at her face, “why?”
jill sighs and turns her head, scratching the back of her neck. if you didn’t know any better, you’d fail to notice that this was the way jill acted when she was nervous.
“i was waiting. we would’ve left earlier if you said yes.”
“are you seriously blaming me right now?” you smirked.
“no! no…” jill takes a deep breath and turns back to look at you. “i just… i’m not good at this, (y/n). i care about you a lot. i wanted to be able to protect you. and i knew something was going to happen. that’s mostly the reason why i stayed a little longer. to wait and see if you’d change your mind… and that…”
you wait, hands resting in your lap, as you stare at her. you must be dreaming right now, you think. because, it was beginning to sound like…
“i’m in love with you.”
a confession.
the way your lips part in awe almost has jill breaking a sweat. your eyebrows raised slightly as you continue to gaze at her. her cheeks warm up as she turns away to look at anything else but your face. it felt embarrassing and she began to think about how much of a bad idea it was. she felt that she wasn’t thinking clearly. that maybe, it must be because she lost some blood that she even began talking about this.
“i did.”
blue eyes met yours as jill turned and blinked, confused at what had just left your mouth, “what?”
“i did,” you repeat. “i changed my mind.”
jill does nothing but open her mouth to speak, but nothing ever comes out. she rubbed her clammy hands against the fabric of her skirt as she continued to stare at you silently.
“i thought about it for a while. the reason why i came to find you earlier… was because i wanted to leave with you. i should’ve called. i even packed my bags,” you say softly. “but then… all of this happened. aren’t we lucky?”
your thumb rubbed over the muscle of her arm delicately which drove jill insane, feeling the way your skin felt against hers. you looked away from her eyes nervously. you reached over to grab the bandages again, but jill grabbed your hand and held it softly, intertwining your fingers with hers.
“jill…” you start, lips quivering as you distracted yourself by watching the way she squeezed your hand. “what if we don’t make it?”
“hey, don’t think that,” jill shakes her head and shift in her seat to place her other hand against your cheek. “we will make it out. i promise, (y/n).”
she would do anything to protect you. anything. she’d sacrifice her life for you. she’d go anywhere you go. even when she was about to leave the city, she also planned to come back at some point, just to see you. she wished she had asked you to leave with her sooner. maybe the both of you would be able to avoid all this hell that way.
jill’s thumb smooths over the small cuts on your cheekbone, the skin warm against her palm. only now you noticed how close you two really were. your bodies, just centimeters apart from each other, you hand resting on her thigh. jill swallowed the lump in her throat and breathed in slowly, inching her face closer and closer to yours. you let your eyes close shut as jill leaned forward. she takes a moment to just stare again; how peaceful you looked with your eyes closed, the way your lips parted just for her, and she could feel your breath just on her lips lightly.
jill closes the gap and sighs into your lips, kissing you so gently, worried if she pulled away for just one second, you’d disappear. your lips are soft against hers and jill can’t help but moan lightly as you open your mouth to let her in. her tongue presses up against yours, tasting your mouth with a groan. she can feel your hands against her shoulders, then wrapping your arms around her neck and she pulls you close with her strong hands by the fabric of your shirt. it’s a sloppy kiss, but it was gentle.
when you pulled away slowly, jill traces your jaw with her fingertips, watching closely as you breathe a little heavier than before. your skin against hers makes her head spin and she wanted nothing more than to kiss you all over again.
“i’m in love with you, too,” you say finally, playing with the hair behind jill’s neck.
jill sighs and rest her head on your shoulder, nuzzling her nose slightly against your neck. she’s always wanted to hear you say those words. she’s dreamt of it. one thing she wishes is that this whole confession thing could’ve happened in a different setting. maybe one where she takes you out to dinner or something along those lines.
you feel jill’s hands fall to your waist, running them up and down only a little bit, just to feel you in her hands. after a moment, she breathes you in and smiles against your shoulder.
“thanks for for patching me up,” jill says as she glances down at her neatly wrapped bandages. “you’re always there when i need you. i’m glad your here with me.”
and when the you finish, both of you leave the station, hand in hand, prepared to protect each other and face all of the unexpected battles the night has yet to offer you.
