If there’s one thing about me, I love a good folktale/fairytale/children’s story and I love incorporating them into my writing. So please enjoy this quick snippet from my post-canon caitvi fic “Dirt Under Your Nails”
Once her father and the nurse were done, Caitlyn tugged gently at Vi’s wrist. “Come here,” she whispered, patting the mattress next to her.
Vi looked to Dr. Kiramman for approval, not wanting to risk making Caitlyn’s injuries worse. “It’s alright,” he assured her. “Just be careful, you two. No strenuous activity.” He said this with a wink at Caitlyn and Vi felt her cheeks heat.
Caitlyn rolled her eyes though Vi could tell she was holding back a smile. “Please leave,” she told her father.
“I mean it!” he called over his shoulder as he and the nurse left the room. “I don’t want to have to redo any stitches!”
Vi bit back her own smile as she climbed into bed next to Caitlyn, adjusting her position so they could both sit comfortably against the pillows. Caitlyn leaned her head against Vi’s shoulder and let out a sigh. “I’m sorry you had to watch that.”
Vi laced her fingers through Caitlyn’s once more. “I just don’t like seeing you in pain.”
Caitlyn brushed her thumb over Vi’s knuckles. “I’ll live,” she said softly. With her other arm, she fumbled for Tales of Runeterra and managed to get a grip on it, handing it to Vi. “Here. Why don’t you read to me? It’ll help pass the time.”
Vi took the book, raising her eyebrows. “You sure you don’t wanna rest?”
“I am resting,” Caitlyn protested. “Your shoulder is very comfortable. Besides, I like the sound of your voice.”
This time, Vi couldn’t hide her smile. “Alright, then,” she said, taking the book. “What do you want?”
“Hm.” Caitlyn closed her eye. “Read me one of your favorites. What was that one? The…Pirate and the…”
“‘The Powder Monkey and the Pirate King,’” Vi finished immediately, feeling something inside her sink.
“Yes,” Caitlyn said softly, sounding half-asleep. “That one.”
Vi’s hands started to shake again as she opened the book, reminding herself to breathe. “Whatever you want, Cupcake.”
Vi might have told Caitlyn that was one of her favorites but she’d never told her why. And now, opening the book to the first page of the story where a cheerful illustration of a monkey in a tricorn hat was drawn above the title, she suddenly wished she hadn’t.
There once was a grizzled old pirate king who sailed the treacherous seas along the Serpent Isles and ruled over Bilgewater Bay with an iron fist. Or, an iron hook to be precise. The pirate king had lost his hand in a duel long ago and now anyone who dared challenge him risked getting their eyes clawed out by his fearsome hook.
One day, while sailing the high seas, the pirate king discovered a stowaway. A powder monkey had found its way into one of the ship’s many barrels of gunpowder. The powder monkey didn’t have a home or family like most pirates, so the pirate king took her in as one of his own. He taught her how to hoist the sails, how to wield a sword, and–most importantly–how to plunder the ships of wealthy merchants for treasure.
Over time, the pirate king grew to care for the powder monkey like his own child. She was always getting into mischief, much to the annoyance of the crew, but the pirate king would never let anyone speak a word against her.
“She is my daughter,” the pirate king declared, “and I will never forsake her. Not as long as there’s breath in these lungs.”
One day, the crew grew tired of the pirate king’s rule. They didn’t like having a powder monkey on their ship, causing mischief wherever she went. They thought their king had gone soft, always protecting the monkey and pillaging less ships than usual. So, they staged a mutiny. They fought the pirate king, tied him up, took away his hook, and forced him to walk the plank.
But, what the crew didn’t account for was the mischievous little powder monkey–
“Vi.”
She stopped reading and turned to Caitlyn, who had sat up, her brow furrowed as she stared at her. Vi thought she’d already drifted off to sleep, but apparently she hadn’t. She lifted a hand to brush a tear away from Vi’s cheek. “You’re crying,” she whispered.
Vi hadn’t even noticed but now she could feel the tears slipping down her cheeks, could feel her hands shaking as she tried to hold the book steady. She looked down at the page she was on, which displayed an illustration of the grizzled old pirate king bound with rope, standing at the edge of the plank as the crew watched on with sharp swords and even sharper grins. In the corner of the picture however, she could just make out the little powder monkey sitting in the crow’s nest, eyes narrowed and ready to strike.
One of her tears dripped onto the page, leaving a splotch and she quickly wiped her eyes. “Shit, sorry.”
“There’s no need to apologize,” Caitlyn insisted. Her eyes drifted to Vi’s shaking hands with concern. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m just–” Vi squeezed her eyes shut, curling her hand into a fist and willing it to stop trembling. “My, uh, my mom used to read this to me all the time before bed. To me and…Powder.”
Caitlyn’s eye widened in understanding. “Oh, Vi. I–I didn’t even realize–”
“No, it’s okay–”
“No, I shouldn’t have suggested that story–”
“You didn’t know,” Vi said firmly. “Okay? It’s–It’s fine.” She took a deep breath, brushing her fingers over the page. “My mom named her after this story. It was always one of her favorites.”
Caitlyn nodded, clearing her throat. “Well, it’s a lovely story,” she murmured. “Truly. It’s been years since I heard it. I’d almost forgotten.”
Vi nodded, trying to focus on the words on the page once more. But her vision blurred with tears and she was forced to wipe them away again. “Sorry, I, um…” she stammered. “I don’t know if I can–”
“Here.” Caitlyn held out her hand for the book.
Vi frowned. “Are you sure? Your eye–”
“I’ll be fine,” Caitlyn insisted gently. “I promise.”
Vi swallowed, handing the book to her and Caitlyn squinted at it for a moment with her remaining eye, bringing it closer to face before clearing her throat and picking up where Vi had left off.
But what the crew didn’t account for was the mischievous little powder monkey hiding up in the crows nest. Nor did they account for the amount of gunpowder on their ship. For powder monkeys are magical you see, and with their mischief, anything can happen.
The pirates soon found themselves under siege from a barrage of fireworks. The powder monkey attacked the mutineers with a bright colorful display until, one by one, they all fell from the ship into the water below. Then she leapt down from the crow’s nest and untied the pirate king.
“Well,” the pirate king said, tickling the monkey’s chin, “I thought I was a goner there before you showed up.”
The powder monkey screeched in delight, her golden eyes glowing in the sun, clapping her little furry hands together.
“Help us!” cried the mutineers from the water. “If you leave us here, we’ll be eaten by the sea serpent!”
All pirates learned to fear the sea serpent that made its home along the Serpent Isles. It was said the creature would gobble you up before you could even blink. But the fearsome pirate king had no mercy for those who betrayed him.
“Serves you right,” he said, turning back to the powder monkey. He took off his hat and placed it on her head. The hat was too big for the little monkey, but the pirate king smiled. “It suits you,” he said. “Perhaps after I’m gone, the high seas will have a fierce new ruler.”
And with that, the powder monkey and the pirate king sailed off into the sunset, ready for a new life full of adventure.
Caitlyn let those last words hang in the air for a few seconds before lowering the book and turning to Vi. “Are you alright?” she asked softly.
Vi’s hands had stopped shaking and she had stopped crying, but she could still feel the tear tracks on her cheeks. She took a deep breath and nodded. “I will be,” she said softly. “Thank you.”
The first time Caitlyn missed the glass, it shattered.
It was only a teacup, but the sound of porcelain splintering against tile made her stiffen as if she had just failed an entire mission. Her hand froze midair, still expecting to feel the weight of the cup it had missed, while her lone eye tracked the mess spreading at her feet.
"Hey," Vi's voice was soft behind her, but Caitlyn's back went ramrod straight anyway.
"I had it," Caitlyn muttered, dropping to her knees before Vi could move. She started gathering the shards in quick, precise motions. Too quick-her fingers nearly closed around a jagged edge.
Vi crouched down and covered Caitlyn's hand with her own, stopping her. "You're gonna slice yourself open."
Caitlyn looked at her, frustration pulling tight at her jaw. "I shouldn't have dropped it."
Vi gave a little huff of amusement. "You're human, Cupcake. Happens to the best of us."
Caitlyn wanted to argue-no, not to me, not when I should be better-but the words stuck in her throat.
She swallowed them down, lowering her gaze to the shards. "The depth is wrong. My aim-what I can see-it doesn't align." Her tone was clinical, almost detached, but her eye burned with shame.
Vi tilted her head, considering her. "Well, guess we'll just have to train that fancy aim of yours to match the new view."
Caitlyn blinked. "You make it sound simple."
Vi grinned, bumping her shoulder. "That's because it is. Hard, yeah. Frustrating, definitely. But simple. We keep trying until it works."
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The training began that evening. Vi lined up small items on the table-coins, buttons, stray gears.
Caitlyn sat stiff-backed, arms folded, eye narrowed."You want me to...what? Pick them up like a child?"
"You got a better idea?" Vi teased, leaning against the counter. "C'mon, sharpshooter. Show me what you've got."
Caitlyn's mouth pressed into a line, but she reached anyway. Her hand darted toward a coin, missed the first time, corrected awkwardly, and finally caught it.
Vi clapped once, a little too loudly. "There you go!"
Caitlyn's scowl deepened. "Don't patronize me."
"Not patronizing." Vi smirked. "Celebrating."
Caitlyn rolled her eye and tried again. She fumbled the button, knocking it off the table. She exhaled sharply through her nose, the sound of a fuse burning down.
"Cait." Vi's voice was calm but firm, grounding.
"Breathe."
Caitlyn forced a breath in. Out. Her hands steadied. She reached again. This time, her fingers curled cleanly around the gear.
Her lips quirked-just slightly.
Vi saw it. "That's my girl."
The warmth of those words hit Caitlyn harder than she expected. She wasn't used to it-her family had prized control, perfection, composure. Encouragement had been rare, affection rarer still. She felt the echo of her mother's voice in the back of her mind-Try again, Caitlyn. No excuses. You must do better.
And yet, here was Vi, smiling at her as if success wasn't about perfection but about progress.
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Over the next weeks, the world began to look different-still skewed, still shifting, but Caitlyn found a rhythm. She learned to compensate, to adjust. Sometimes she cursed under her breath when she missed, but Vi never let her spiral.
"Failure isn't weakness," Vi reminded her one night, when Caitlyn slammed a pawn across the chessboard for the third time in a row after misjudging the distance.
Caitlyn gave a hollow laugh. "You sound very sure of that."
"Because I've failed a hell of a lot." Vi reached across the board, nudging the pawn back into place.
"Doesn't mean I'm weak. Just means I get up again."
Caitlyn studied her, the curve of her jaw, the fire in her eyes. Slowly, she nodded.
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The first time Caitlyn reached for Vi's hand and caught it on the first try, no fumbling, no misjudgment, Vi squeezed gently.
"See? Nailed it."
Caitlyn smiled-small, shy, but genuine. "Yes. Though, to be fair... I've always had very good aim
when it comes to you.”
Vi's grin widened, and for once, Caitlyn didn't chastise herself for the softness in her voice, or the warmth blooming in her chest.
I've decided to start a new series of arcane hurt/comfort fics! These will probably be shorter for now, but I have some longer things in the works.
Requests are open! Prompt list ♡ Pairings/rules
Prompt 11: "Show me that bruise please."
Pairing: Caitlyn/Vi
Summary: It's only been a few weeks since the war ended. Caitlyn and Vi try to pick up the pieces, together.
Tags: Fighting (mentioned only). This one is pretty angsty, sorry!
Words: 440
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Caitlyn doesn’t love that Vi still occasionally participates in underground fights. It’s one of the few arguments they’ve had since they started living together since the end of the war. But she also knows that Vi has many complicated emotions that sometimes are easier for her to express with her fists than words. It’s only been weeks since Vi lost what remained of her battered family, and Caitlyn can feel how deeply she’s hurting.
So, no, she’s not approving of it, and she doesn’t attend any of Vi’s matches, but she’s always there to make sure Vi is all right afterward.
Vi sits on the marble countertop in their large bathroom at Kiramman House. Caitlyn is carefully unwrapping the long pieces of fabric crisscrossing Vi’s arms that used to be on 24/7, but now only make an occasional appearance.
“Did you win?” she asks quietly, taking Vi’s right hand into her own and examining her knuckles for injuries. They’re red and swollen, but she’s seen Vi with much worse.
“I did,” Vi answers, sighing. “You know you don’t have to do this, Cait.”
“I know,” Caitlyn says, looking up to gaze into the eyes of the woman she loves more than anything. “But it makes me feel better, to know. That you’re alright.”
“I’m sorry,” Vi rakes a hand through her hair. It’s getting long, now. “I just…I need…” she trails off, looking down at her hands, clenching them into fists and releasing them. “Sometimes this feels like the only thing I’m good for.”
“You’re worth more than your fists,” Caitlyn murmurs, tracing her thumb along Vi’s knuckles. She squeezes her hand gently. “We all cope in different ways.”
Vi shrugs, and Caitlyn spots a reddish-purple hue peeking out underneath the hem of her cropped shirt.
“Show me that bruise, please,” Caitlyn frowns, reaching for Vi’s shirt.
“It’s fine, Cait,” Vi says, moving away slightly. “I’ll be fine.”
“Violet, please.” Caitlyn feels the hot sting of tears in her remaining eye. “I need to see. I need to know.”
Vi loops her arms around Caitlyn, pulling her into a tight embrace. “I’m sorry,” she whispers into Caitlyn’s hair, her voice breaking. “I’m sorry I’m like this. I’ll try to get better, I promise.”
Caitlyn holds her close, breathing deeply, taking in the comforting scent of Vi – a hint of sweat, soap, and vanilla-scented shampoo.
“We’re both trying to get better,” she murmurs, kissing Vi’s neck. “We’ll try together.”
They hold each other in the quiet of the night, leaving the rest unspoken for now. They’re not better yet, but perhaps, maybe, one day they will be.
summary: Vi comes home drunk and angry so she takes it out on you
cw: angst, smut, PIT FIGHTER VI YESSSS, intoxication, mentions of bruising, blood, cursing, manhandling, face slapping (r!receiving), vi just wants some reassurance that she is good at something lol, messy makeout, strap-on (r!receiving), cunnilingus (r!receiving), messy sex, everything is a mess
"get on the fucking bed, now." Vi spits at you, pushing your body toward the bed. The black makeup she previously put on smeared almost perfectly across her face due to the blood, sweat, and tears of whatever fight she lost that night. your body falling onto the hard mattress, settling on your elbows, and watch as she staggers around the congested room. She shrugs off her coat, though the room was dark, the skylight window above had a sliver of the moon revealing fresh purple bruises with accompanying yellow ones that bloomed outwards her bicep. The girl turned around, reaching for any liquor bottle that was close to her, swigging the last drops of the mysterious liquid that burned her throat. The sight of Vi has you furrowing your eyebrows in concern. She’s been in some pretty bad fights, but how she fell silent tells you what you already know.
Vi’s menacing presence approaches you. She comes down to your level, nosing along your neck, jaw, and lips before giving you that sickly kiss you've been waiting for. Teeth clashing and broken curses that slip between the two of you. Too scared to injure her any further, you rake your hand gently through her hair till the nape of her neck, a soft contrast to what she was doing to your sanity right about now.
“You're all mine, right? tell me..tell me you’re mine, please”
Words slurring against your lips, her breath reeking of alcohol makes you want to kill her, but the way she is begging right now has you reeling. she's never this rough with you, and it feels too good to tell her to stop. The room feels like it’s spinning, hearing the blood rush in your ears as your body sinks further into the mattress beneath you. her smell, her tongue, and her hands gripping the fat of your thighs all feeling overwhelming. She breaks the kiss with a guttural moan that has you clenching and wraps her arms around your thighs before dragging you down onto the edge of the mattress.
Vi wishes you could see yourself right now: hair messy, cheeks flushed with faded black smears when she was kissing you, your eyes wide in anticipation, watching how her hand was sneaking up beside you. She smirks to herself, her ego doubling in seconds as she takes in your state. her hand caresses your body, meeting the softness of your left cheek before slapping you quickly. you gasp quickly, turning into a moan as your head lols back against your shoulders. Your body is so pliable she spreads your legs easily, practically ripping your underwear off, and without warning, she goes to fucking town on your cunt. She's so nasty with it, spitting directly onto your vulva before burying her tongue on your clit.
"Vi fuck.. please," whimpering out, body falling back down, covering your face within the crook of your elbow. Vi notices before she grabs your arm, maneuvering so that she has it above your head. “not putting up with your shit tonight,” she murmurs on her way back to your cunt. She continues her sinful antics, licking, sucking, straight macking on your shit for her enjoyment. She's so into it, and it makes you dig your blunt nails into her scalp, which earns you a hiss.
Vi starts teasing your hole with her cock, swiping it through your dripping folds. She purposely hits your swollen clit that makes you pathetically buck. Almost like your body knew when Vi slipped into you, legs involuntarily caging her in.
“you better open,” she seethed, raking the sweaty hair away from her face. you immediately open, and Vi starts pistoning her hips into you. Your moans become higher, your free hand grasping onto the hand that was holding your abdomen down. The moment feeling too much for both of you, your mouth hung up, letting out a string of obscene uh uh uhuhh. Vi’s face finds solace in the crevice of your neck, at first nibbling, then soothing them with her warm tongue, but then letting out groans ranging in octaves that have you gushing around her.
You know her orgasm is nearing from the way she shot up, tugging your hips that couldn’t possibly be any closer to her, and her pace is relentless. “Vi.. please,” you managed to mewl out between, struggling to catch your breath.
“fuck, ‘m coming,” she gasps, the grips on your hips tightening as your hips meet with hers. Reaching your hand quickly to rub at your puffy clit, fast circular motions matching Vi’s. She is not even looking at your face, too enthralled with the way she is disappearing inside of you and you wet and warm, and she just wants to eat you whole. Her hands plant themselves next to your head, finally getting a good look at her, black makeup almost completely gone, dewy skin from the sweat, and her breath fanning your lips makes you want to go for another round. Her hips stutter after being too overwhelmed to pull out from the aftershock of her orgasm, you let her ride her orgasm, weak stuttering thrusts into you as she is just blabbering, “F fuck you so good f’me baby,” Vi whispers, elbows now resting by you. She kisses you so sweetly, the complete opposite of how she has been treating you tonight, but you don't mind.
It’s Vi, and she's right. you're all hers, and you didn't want it any other way.
a/n: inspired by gibson girl by ethel cain which wasn't my initial inspiration, but listening to this song while writing def flipped a switch because no way i wrote this LMAOOO. ALSO, i had trouble writing this (if you cant tell), so i would greatly appreciate constructive criticism. thanks!
summary: your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, but thankfully ellie shows up and offers her help
18+ MDNI | 6.3k words | tags; modern au, porn w/ plot (like 70% is plot tbh), kissing, vaginal fingering, pining from reader? arguably, no use of y/n, not proofread
my first post on tumblr EVER and my first time seriously writing smut, so pls be kind!
It’s midday and you’ve been driving down an isolated road in fuck-knows-where with the hopes you’ll be able to find a gas station in at least 15 minutes. You’ve been driving down this straight road for what felt like ages now, your only surroundings being orange-colored sand and leafless plants.
Never in your life has driving made you more anxious, it was like you were in charge of safely disarming a bomb. You gripped the wheel and glanced at the gas gauge occasionally, each look wearing your hope thinner. You were supposed to fill your tank before leaving, but it wasn’t in your plans to get lost in the first place. You knew your incompetence would catch up to you eventually, but you didn’t think it’d be now.
Your teeth grit against each other as you raced against time. You desperately repeated affirmations, hoping they would help you along the way. Maybe if you ignored the fact you could be stranded, you’ll get to your destination faster.
My gas is NOT running out…
I will NOT have a mental breakdown…
I AM responsible…
Not even a good moment later, the engine starts sputtering as if you called it upon yourself. You desperately tapped at the fuel gauge, resulting in the amount dropping drastically. To your surprise, it’s been showing the wrong amount the entire time. You drove towards the side of the road so you could let the tank run out while you spit out a colorful array of obscenities. There was no doubt in your mind that this might be the worst day of your life.
You slammed at the dashboard of your piece of shit, beat up, 2012 Toyota Tacoma with unprecedented rage, dropping your head onto the steering wheel in defeat. The depleting noises the engine made as it slowly died only added to how you were feeling. Your face heated up and your eyes brimmed with tears; not because you were sad, but because you were so damn pissed.
“Fuck my life...” You sobbed out, forehead pressing harder into the wheel.
The sudden blaring sound that came from the car’s diaphragm jolted you up and caused you to yelp out. Everything’s silent for a while— you included— like a city before a tsunami attacks or the quiet before a dam bursts. In proper fashion, you unleashed a waterfall of tears; slowly, but surely, turning into a wallowing mess. Tears, snot, and saliva everywhere all because you made an irresponsible decision and drove a terrible car to make irresponsible decisions in.
Out of frustration, you honked some more, beating at the wheel’s center like there’s a solution inside of it. Certainly, this wasn’t the best way to handle your situation, but it was the only thing you had the energy to do. Amidst all the beeping and profanities, you failed to notice a car pulling up beside you. They honked their horn in unison with yours and the harmony caused you to frantically look around for the source.
You turned to your left and your gaze was met with a green set of eyes. It only took a second longer for you to realize who or what was looking at you. A woman with short auburn hair and a freckled face was shooting you a concerned glare.
All that was running through your head now was that a woman was looking at you and the manic episode you were having would undoubtedly scare off any future prospects. As your stomach turned into knots of shame, you muttered a low swear and quickly wiped away the remaining tears on your face.
You took a deep breath and calmly rolled down your window, which took an agonizingly slow amount of time. You occasionally spared the woman a few awkward glances with an equally awkward grin. Your humiliation built up along with the comically loud sound coming from the rolling window. After what felt like an eternity later, the window finally rolled down and you looked up to meet the woman’s gaze again, further examining her features.
Right there and then, you swore your heart fell out of your ass. You never thought you’d find yourself saying something so cliche, but the lady was a sight for your teary sore eyes. She was wearing a simple gray tank top, which showcased her spectacularly shaped arms and tattooed forearm.
The sight of her alone made you question your sanity. Maybe you were imagining her to make you feel better? You wouldn’t be surprised if you did.
As you looked up at her even more attractive face, you noticed her scarred brow was perked up, which could only mean she noticed you staring, and based on the subtle curl at the corner of her lips; she found it amusing too.
Your face instantly warmed up. You needed to defend your ogling quickly, but before you could manage out a single word, the beauty beat you to it.
“Are you okay?” The woman questioned, the slight lilt at the end of it only deepened your embarrassment. It physically pained you to imagine how much of your breakdown she saw.
“I’m fine, I was just...” You couldn’t finish your sentence, so you let out a sheepish laugh to fill in the space.
“You sure? It looks like you’re having some trouble.” The woman gestures her head at your car as she speaks, not breaking a second of eye contact.
You chewed on your lip, nervously shifting your stare before admitting, “Uh, yeah. I ran out of gas...”
“Looks like it slightly inconvenienced you.”
A subconscious scoff fell from your mouth as you lazily gestured around you. “Slightly?”
“Just a guess. I could hear the honking a mile away.”
“Yeah, well, that’s the only thing that works on this junk.”
The woman let out an amused hum, casually glancing at the road behind her before turning to you again. “Did you already call for help?”
“Nope...” You responded, your eyes still wandering off.
The woman idly wet her lips in thought before driving up the road. For a moment, you thought she rudely left you stranded on the side of the road, but after carefully looking, you noticed she was driving a tow truck.
Your previous thought that she might be a figment of your imagination immediately came back, because what the hell? A real-life angel came to save you at your lowest. She parked in front of your car and stepped out of the vehicle and you peered out the window of yours, shamelessly following her movements in awe.
She was slim, lean, and held an average height. The jeans she was wearing fit her so nicely, you actually had to pinch yourself to stop looking.
You reached for your rearview mirror and pointed it towards yourself, making sure most of your makeup was intact. Much to your dismay, your eyeliner was smudged, and your lip gloss was wiped away. So, not only did she watch you wail like a baby, you looked like one too. You glimpsed back at the woman, making sure she wouldn’t catch you in the act of dolling up for her.
You stepped out of the car after quickly fixing your makeup, a bit shy to face the woman now. You weren’t particularly dressed like you were ready to do any flirting today, sporting a white graphic crop tee and distressed blue jean shorts. Nonetheless, you fidgeted with your clothes before approaching her.
She double glanced at you as she moved stuff off the truck’s ramp, eventually blurting out, “I don’t have any gas in my truck, and uh–“ She abruptly stopped her action to look at you as she spoke, “– there’s no gas station out here for a while, but I have a garage not too far away.”
“You’ll help me? I mean, is it okay? I don’t wanna shit on your plans.” You asked, but mostly out of decency. You needed the help after all. Plus, your only other option was to wait for another mechanic instead of just going with this extremely hot one.
She grinned and nodded a few times reassuringly. You found that every little motion she did melted you a bit. Just the tease of a smile from her could turn you into pudding. “It’s no problem, I was headed there anyway. It’s not every day I get to rescue a damsel in distress.”
You bit down a bashful grin as you muttered a thanks and she told you to wait in the passenger seat. When you walked off, you swore you could feel her eyes burning into you. You couldn’t tell if it was a phantom feeling or if she was actually staring you down, but every inch of you hoped for the latter.
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You took a look around your surroundings. The car smelled like diesel and marijuana, but you weren’t expecting much from a tow truck. There was a cute 3D dinosaur pendent hanging off the rear-view mirror and the car had small handmade stickers across the dashboard.
Before you could look any further, the woman stepped into the driver’s seat and started the car. She just hooked your car up to hers, so she had to take a look behind to make sure it was in place, setting her tattooed arm on your headrest as she did so. Your heart skipped at the closeness and all you could do was stare at her like a dork.
It was slightly perverse how much you enjoyed staring at her face. You’ve seen beauty before, but she was a discovery. Another plus was that she smelt really good. She didn’t wear a sweet or flowery perfume. She wore something earthier, and it blended in perfectly with that slight hint of gasoline. The best way to describe it is that she smelt like a pinewood air freshener in a new car but fucking hot.
The woman caught you off guard with a glance, her own face a bit shocked to find you looking at her. You quickly averted your gaze and eyed the road up instead, pursing your lips together as if nothing happened, attempting to ignore the shame away.
You were obviously embarrassed, and that usual mortified feeling washed over your body. She didn’t laugh or anything, but as she retrieved her arm and put her hand on the wheel, you nervously glimpsed at her face and saw a small, smug smile.
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The drive was painfully quiet. All you could hear was muffled crunchy sounds of the road and the humming of the truck’s engine. You sat there, fiddling with your shorts as you slowly zoned out.
“Where are you headed?” The woman blurted out, causing you to abruptly turn her way. She was still focused on the road ahead, so you took the time to peer at her side profile, in which you deemed needed to be framed and hung up in an art gallery.
“I’m going to see my family upstate for the holidays.”
“How long have you been driving then?”
“About... three hours.”
“Three hours and you didn’t think to stop for gas?” She huffed out a melodic laugh and peeked at you. You’d let her tease you as much as she wanted as long as you got to hear that laugh again.
“I thought I had enough! My stupid tank was reading wrong.” You responded, puffing your cheeks out at the thought.
“I’ll fix that too then.”
“That’d be appreciated.”
“Why’re you driving that old thing anyways?”
You shrugged as you spoke out, “Well, I’m a college student and it’s better than nothing.”
“Really? What’s your major?” She looked at you for a moment with genuine curiosity. It didn’t feel like she was just looking for small talk.
Her interest was comforting, but you were slightly wary to say it. Your major didn’t necessarily scream out sexy like psychology or law would. You hesitated before slowly speaking out. “… Astrophysics.”
You knew the chances of her having any idea what your nerdy major was about was incredibly low. You bit your lip as you waited for the awkward ‘oh’ or ‘cool’ that usually comes after.
“Astrophysics? That’s actually fuckin’ sick.”
Your brows rose in shock, never expecting anyone to respond that way. “Yeah, I like space stuff... I guess...”
You rubbed your forehead at your dull awkwardness and the woman let out another satisfying laugh at your lack of explanation. “That’s one reason to get into it. I like space stuff too. I think constellations are pretty neat.”
You smiled to yourself at her sincerity, and consequently, the thought of stars perked you up in an instance. “Me too! I had the perfect view of Aquila from my backyard growing up.”
“I’m jealous. I struggle connecting them myself, so I just go to that one space museum in the city to look at ‘em. But, fuck, if I could see– I know this is basic, but– if I could see Ursa Major with my own eyes?”
“You haven’t? The Big Dipper is one of the easiest to find.”
She chuckled before she spoke. “You’ll need to help me find it then.”
Help her find it? Lay underneath the stars and connect them with her? It was a very nice thought in your head, but you’re 100% sure she said it without thinking. You expected the previous silence to continue after that until she broke it again.
She was clearly embarrassed by herself, twisting her lips before finally saying something. “My name’s Ellie, by the way.”
You sheepishly responded with your name and Ellie subtly smiled as she continued to drive down the road.
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You guys pulled up to the driveway of the mechanic garage. There was a large decal with ‘MILLER AND CO’ over a wrench painted on the metal doors. The area was just as deserted as the road you guys drove on, minus the few farms around now.
“Is this yours?” You asked.
“Nah, it’s my dad’s. I try to enjoy it like it’s mine though.”
“Has this always been what you’ve wanted to do?” You wondered out loud, only to feel regretful after. You didn’t know her, and you were already asking personal questions. The slim chance she’s suddenly put off by you made you wanna curl into a ball and cry.
“I mean, I always wanted to be an astronaut growing up, but that was never in the cards for me. Things changed when my dad adopted me, I was practically glued to him. I did everything he did.” Ellie freely answered and it dropped your worries instantly. You found her openness incredibly attractive. At that moment, you could feel yourself yearning to learn more about her. “I still love everything about space though, don’t get me wrong.”
“And dinosaur stuff too?” You cheekily queried as you pointed at the rearview chain.
Ellie glanced at the cutesy decor and chuckled. “And dinosaur stuff too.”
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After getting the cars into the garage, Ellie steps out of the car and walks over to your side. You watched curiously as she strolled to your door and popped it open for you.
You stared and she stared back expectantly, gesturing for you to hop out. You smiled slightly at that, and Ellie smiled back. God, you could watch her smile for days on end.
“You can sit anywhere, it shouldn’t take too long.” Ellie said as you stepped out, closing the door behind you.
You turned to face her before continuing the conversation. “Thanks again. Also, err... how much is it gonna run me?” Your teeth clenched a little as you asked. It wasn’t the first thing that you wanted to say, but you weren’t made out of money. I mean, look at what you were driving.
Ellie snorted at your expression and shook her head. “Don’t worry about it.”
In response, you gave a doubtful look. There was no way she was this kind and wanted nothing in return.
Leaning against the truck door, Ellie playfully rolled her eyes. “I’m serious. This is my good deed for the month.”
“Nothing? Nothing at all?” You quizzed, your brow perking curiously.
“Nothing at all. But if you insist…” She went on, looking off as if she was really changing her mind.
“No! No... Thank you.” You blurted.
You cursed yourself at how vulnerably broke you were being, and Ellie smiled wider than she had before. Once you caught onto that smile, your eyes latched on. It was only natural to stare at her teeth, her lips, wondering how they’d feel on yours; if she’d smile between her kisses.
You quickly snapped out of it before you spiraled any further, but clearly not fast enough.
“You have a staring problem, y’know?” Ellie stated, slightly tilting her head as she let her eyes travel over your body. A stare for a stare if you would.
“I wouldn’t say it’s a staring problem.”
“If it’s not staring, what is it?” She asked with her eyes locked onto yours.
“Admiring?”
Ellie was slightly surprised at your sudden boldness, her smile faltered for a millisecond before quickly returning.
“Hm, I could say the same.”
She basically confirmed she was also checking you out. Meaning, you had a chance. You looked away as you blushed fiercely, and in the corner of your eye you could see Ellie doing the same.
You don’t know when it started, but the vibe between you two became pleasantly tense. Any previous worries and doubts that Ellie might not like you vanished. You clearly had a chance with her, and you planned to see how far your luck would go. She turned away to clear her throat and pushed off the truck. You decided to move away yourself, finding a nice chair to settle yourself on.
The spot you sat at put Ellie in your direct line of sight. You should probably call your family and tell them you’d be running late, but you were comfortable where you were. Ellie was incredibly captivating; you wouldn’t mind trailing her with your eyes as she did simple tasks like filling up gas for the rest of your life. She was like a really good fucking movie.
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Thirty minutes into your imaginary film, you thought the picture quality was getting better, but you discerned it was just Ellie getting closer.
She rubbed her oiled hands off her shirt as she approached you. “Can you help me with something? I j–“
You sprang up to your feet before she could finish speaking. You didn’t need to hear what she had to say next. It wouldn’t hurt for her to see how interested you were.
Ellie went wide-eyed at your eagerness, shaking her head lightly.
“You could’ve let me finish talking first.” She said with a subtle, taunting smile.
“I didn’t need to. I’m already getting serviced for free, so I’ll gladly do it.”
“Getting serviced, huh?”
You smiled coyly at Ellie as you recognized the implications of her childish repetition before correcting yourself. “I’m already getting helped.”
Ellie retained her smile as she turned back to the car, gesturing for you to follow her with one of her stained hands. You followed her over to the driver’s side of your truck where she knelt down and shifted an arrangement of tools on the cement floor.
“I need to fix the wiring underneath your car to fix the fuel gauge. If you could hand the tools to me when I ask for ‘em, that’d be great. Can you do that for me?” Ellie questioned in a honeyed voice. She looked up at you, waiting for your answer; a cruel grin barely tugging at the corner of her lips.
You only nodded as her stare left you too flustered to speak. You knew the intentions from her tone of voice alone and, boy, did it work. She was teasing you again, but even more obvious than the last.
She fixed a set of tools on a white cloth, setting the toolbox open and nearby as well. You weren’t stupid, you can tell what almost all the tools were. Driving a car you do; it was only a matter of time before you had to do temporary repairs yourself. However, you realized the opportunity you had laid out in front of you, and you were most definitely gonna take it.
Ellie spoke as she retrieved a tool from the box, glancing at you to make sure you were following. Of course, you made sure to pay attention fully.
Her gorgeous green eyes laid upon your dreamy lash-filled gaze up and you could read the subtle fluster off her face. “This is a ratchet. I.. I’m sure you know that already though.” Whatever you were doing was working and Ellie’s little stammer was evidence.
You looked at the tool and pushed out your full, bottom lip, slightly shaking your head. “Nope. I do now though. What’s next?” You immediately resumed your gaze at Ellie before you could even finish speaking.
She grinned and it was clear she didn’t believe you, but the look in her eyes had a mischievous glint in them; so you knew it was definitely safe to continue.
“Alright, princess. This? —“ She paused to pick up another tool mid-sentence, and the break gave you just enough time to process the panty-soaking pet name. “— Is a screwdriver. The pointy end screws things in.”
You didn’t bother to look at the tool this time, making sure every inch of your face was telling her you wanted her to screw you in.
“Uh-huh.” You nod with your eyes glued on Ellie’s.
Ellie laughed lightly with a new tone to it. You couldn’t describe it if asked, but you could describe how it made you feel. It took everything for you not to clench your legs together to relieve your now growing pressure.
“Are you keepin’ up with me?” She said, teasingly.
You grazed your teeth along your bottom lip, and you hummed in response. Ellie licked hers like an effect from your cause before she continued to school you on the tools she needed.
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You two engaged in the flirty lesson until it eventually ended, and she left to fetch a garage creeper from a tool station nearby.
Ellie set it at the side of the truck, where the driver would be, and sat down and laid back on it. You were sitting on the floor by the tools now, so you could easily watch her work. She rolled backwards and underneath the car, adjusting herself on the trolley by sending her hips forward so sexily you wondered if she did it on purpose. In that motion her top rode up a bit and since you were so close, you could ogle up her midriff freely.
“Screwdriver. Enjoying the view?” Ellie suddenly quizzed.
Without a second thought, you handed her the screwdriver only taking a moment longer to register what she said after.
By now, you felt less embarrassed by Ellie catching you staring since she obviously enjoyed it. “The view? The view is nice.”
“Just nice?”
“The view is really nice. Amazing, even. It’s a nice area, I might even move here.”
Ellie huffed out the faintest chuckle. “Are we talking about the same thing?”
“We are, don’t worry.”
“Feel free to admire all you want then.” You could tell she was smiling as she said that despite barely being able to see her face.
The light banter you guys shared gave you twinkles all over your body. You wondered where this all might lead to. Perhaps nothing at all, or, as you hoped for, her number at least.
Ellie tosses the screwdriver to your side with a low hum before holding her hand out. “Pass me the torque, please?”
You reached into the toolbox, staring dumbly at the items. It seems you might’ve really needed the walk through after all. Along that tutorial you failed to learn what the hell a torque could be. “Let me try to find it...”
You looked through some more, trying to see what method could help you single out this torque. Meanwhile, Ellie rolled from underneath the car and sat on the creeper, rolling forward and towards you. You were so caught up in Ellie’s request, you failed to notice her presence.
When you finally chose a tool, Ellie’s hand happened to land onto yours. You and Ellie shot each other surprised glances and Ellie eased the tension with a subtle smile. She pulled her hand away, but not fully nor quickly. Not quickly at all.
In fact, she lingered like she wanted you to remember how her fingertips felt; slowly sliding her digits up the back of your hand. Just like that, everything felt like it was in slowmo. Everything but your heart, which was beating faster by the second. You knew you had to pull yourself together quickly. This moment could potentially make or break something.
“I found it.” You spoke out so lightly it could be mistaken for a whisper, peering your eyes into Ellie’s green pair. You didn’t have any expectations for what would happen next, but you were practically shaking from anticipation.
“Took you long enough. Do we need to go over it again?” Ellie responded just as low as you spoke. The husk and tease around her words made you clench around nothing, embarrassingly so.
You didn’t let that stop you, however, letting yourself indulge in her teasing for your own guilty pleasure. “Maybe… What’s this again? A hammer?”
Ellie grinned at your faux naïveté, her head cocking to the side. “I know you’re smarter than that.”
“I just need a quick reminder.” You grinned back as you spoke.
“That’s not what you really want though, is it?” Ellie’s smile faded into a less prominent, yet more seductive one.
You could swear up and down her eyes flickered down to your lips a couple times, so you naturally started leaning towards her.
What you failed to realize was that Ellie had already started to lean towards you. She dropped off the creeper, decreasing the distance between you two dramatically. She leaned herself against her hands and spread her legs, leaving you kneeled between them. There were no coherent thoughts in your mind, but you finally had an expectation and that was Ellie’s lips on yours.
Your lips collided and your eyes fluttered shut. You instantly dropped the torque back in the box and stiffened a bit, not sure if this was really happening or not. However, whether it was real or not, you wanted to do a good job.
The kiss started off slow, testing the waters. Ellie’s smooth, gentle lips made you feel tipsy along with that smell you loved blocking your senses. You were completely intoxicated.
Ellie slid her palm on your hip and gradually roamed the small of your back. The sudden touch shot electricity through your body. She was balancing herself on one hand now, but she attentively stayed on your lips. You couldn’t stop the greed for more rushing through your core even if you wanted to. You placed your hand on the nape of her neck, desperately bringing her in to deepen the kiss.
You could feel the grin etched into her lips and it only drove you further. She obliged to your wishes and parted your lips against hers with minimal effort, easily intruding the tip of her tongue between. Your tongues slid and ran across each other sensually, and the messiness of it all had you sopping where you knelt. Too lost in the moment, you accidentally let a low moan escape. If Ellie couldn’t tell how needy you were, she could tell now.
She slowly broke away from your lips, and it left you both panting heavily. Your face, confused, and hers, studying. Did you turn her off? Did you do too much when she was probably expecting something less? You tried to avoid her eyes, too disappointed with yourself to look.
Ellie didn’t let the eye-contact break, following your eyes with a worried expression. “Hey, hey... It’s alright. You’re not in trouble.” Ellie said, letting out a cruel laugh at the end.
You frowned at the teasing this time and your embarrassment was even more evident.
Ellie took your expression in consideration as she leaned in to peck the corner of your lips. The gesture eased your worries, but you were unsure of how this would turn out. She gave you a brief smile before finally saying, “Are you sure you wanna do this?”
You nodded your head slowly and Ellie frowned at it. “I need words.” She said, more sternly than you’d expect.
She was quick to get a few words out of you. “I… I want this.”
“That’s all I needed to hear.” She replied, leaning in to connect lips with yours again. You didn’t realize how much you missed that contact until you felt chills run through your body.
You missed her lips on yours despite only kissing for so long. The hand Ellie had placed on your back drifted lower and grasped your ass, earning a moan from you, which Ellie took great pleasure in hearing and feeling.
By now, your knees were starting to hurt, and it took a lot of restraints not to topple over Ellie. However, you refused to move your lips from hers, you just got them back.
Unfortunately, Ellie must’ve noticed your stubborn shuffling since she pulled away despite your muffled protests.
“Let’s move somewhere more comfortable.”
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Ellie cracked open the door for you to a small lounge space and placed a quick apologetic kiss on your lips before walking off. She had noticed her handprint smudged on your shorts on the way to the lounge and it reminded her that she had to wash the car grime off before doing anything more with you. At this point you were so pent up you probably wouldn’t mind. You decided not to dwell on what risks you’re willing to take to fuck Ellie and sat yourself on a brown couch that felt a lot comfier than it looked. The vibe of the room was similar to Ellie’s car minus the smell of weed. Speaking of smells, it smelled just like her.
Thoughts of Ellie panting and briefly taking your lips between her teeth flashed through your mind. The vividness, considering it just happened, made the heat between your legs increase. You instinctively pressed your thighs together and fought the urge to take care of yourself right there and then.
Thankfully, Ellie strolled into the lounge and shut the door behind her, and it finished with a lock click. Your eyes met as she strolled towards you, plopping on the couch next to you.
Ellie opened her mouth to say something, but you didn’t want to hear it. Not right now. You cupped her face and pressed your lips into hers and you shut her up instantly. She leaned over you, pressing you back into the couch. Amidst the smacking and passion of your mouths against each other’s, Ellie’s hand drifted up your waist; thumbing along your skin. Everything was so hot and cloudy now; you couldn’t think about anything other than how good you feel.
At some point, Ellie’s leg was kneeled, and her thigh was wedged between your legs. You only became aware of the new positioning after accidentally pressing yourself against her. You were laid down on the couch, completely dazed with Ellie hovering over you. She noticed you coming back to reality and grinned smugly as she moved her hand underneath your top and groped at your breast. You arched into her touch, keening, and Ellie rewarded the sound by rubbing her thigh against your clothed clit.
You gasped sharply and the brief friction had you bucking for more. Your barely audible pleas must’ve triggered something in Ellie as she bent down to kiss you, taking your lips between her teeth. The feeling is even better than you remembered.
The intensity of the kiss is wet, hot, and you can’t remember when you last took a breath. You placed your arms over Ellie’s shoulders and lightly ran your fingertips along her back, rolling your hips into Ellie’s thigh. You were so close, so close until.. you suddenly lost contact. Ellie moved her right hand to your hip, gently pinning you down so you couldn’t move as she placed her thigh out of reach.
She has pulled away from you too often and you weren’t going to back down quietly this time. You broke off from her kiss-swollen lips, rather reluctantly, and begged. “Ellie! Please… just—”
Ellie shushed you and whispered directly into your ear, her breath hitting your cheek and sending shivers down your spine. “I’m gonna fuck you myself. Be patient.”
You weren’t gonna argue. You wanted that. You wanted her. Ellie moved her hand from your hips and went to loosen the button of your shorts. She moved her legs so that yours were fully between hers. You unwrapped your arms from her shoulders and helped her tug your shorts down urgently, lifting your hips to speed the process.
Ellie positioned herself so she could tuck your knees in. She parted your legs and leaned back, taking a moment to appreciate how wet you were for her; your slick heat coating your underwear, glistening, all for her to see. It would’ve embarrassed you in any other instance, but you were so filled with lust, none of it mattered.
She pressed her thumb against your clit, through your undoubtedly soaked panties and peered down at your face: brows furrowed and brimming with want. Ellie wasn’t gonna make you wait any longer. She moved the fabric out of the way and finally rubbed your bare clit with the pad of her thumb. You panted heavily, moving into her touch.
Ellie leaned towards you, turning her wrist clockwise and dipping her fingers between your folds, rubbing your labia between her middle and ring digits. You groaned out and quickly pulled up your top and tugged your bra underneath your tits so you could grasp at the sensitive area.
Your wetness coated Ellie’s fingers perfectly and it was only a matter of time before she fucked you with them senselessly. She coaxed your clit between her fingers, and although you were too wet for much friction, the pressure was just enough to get you there.
You fondled and squeezed at your chest, pinching at your nipples as your eyes clenched shut; concentrating on that release you needed so badly. Ellie was practically salivating at the sight, still hunched over you and getting off from the look of you alone.
Your much anticipated orgasm rolled through you, crashing in like a wave. You moaned loudly, arching your back and rolling your hips forward.
Ellie slowed down and helped you ride out your orgasm before suddenly slipping both fingers into your entrance. The sudden intrusion made you whine, and Ellie dipped down and pressed a kiss on your cheek. Your eyes were brimming with tears, but you needed her to move. You needed her to fuck you badly.
You squirmed under Ellie and she placed her free hand on the cheek she kissed, thumbing along it as she cooed at you teasingly. “Shhh.. You’re gonna ruin the makeup you fixed just for me.”
Ellie’s thumb creeped towards your swollen and gloss-less bottom lip, the aftermath of rough, sloppy kissing. You mouthed out a ‘whoops’ and faked a pout.
Ellie laughed as she gazed down at you. The sight of her flushed red, freckled cheeks smiling down at you only made you want her more. Ellie felt your need squeeze against her fingers, and she made sure that you knew she knew by glancing down at her fingers filling your cunt. She bit her bottom lip and decided to give you what you wanted, slowly pumping her fingers in you.
You keened colorfully, raising your tucked knees and wrapping your legs around Ellie’s waist. You needed her deep. She picked up her pace and curled her fingers, hitting that soft wall. She was doing everything right, there was no doubt in your mind she was an angel, a sexually experienced one at that. You pulled her down, meeting her halfway so you crash your lips into hers.
Ellie moaned over your lips and, god, you were so close. She slid a third finger in you, pumping and curling her fingers; knuckles deep. You were so close you were seeing stars, it made you think back on the little conversation you two had in the car and you wondered if this is what she meant. Then just like that they fucking connected.
You cried out as you came, tightening your legs around Ellie’s waist as you gushed over her fingers. She kept her fingers in you until you finished. Once Ellie pulled out, you groaned from the loss and she muttered out an apology.
You gave her one lingering kiss before plopping back down. You were utterly exhausted and aching. Aching... pleasantly, but that wasn’t the point. Your mind slowly started recollecting everything that happened. You were just fucked by a hot stranger you met in a town you still don’t know the name of. You’re not sure you would’ve remembered after this anyways.
“Usually I would help clean up, but...” Ellie gestured around her. You almost forgot you guys were at the back of a mechanic’s garage.
You snickered and nodded understandingly. “Right. I know.”
You two stared at each other awkwardly despite what occurred not even five minutes ago. Ellie ruffled with her hair before speaking out, “So… Can I take you out sometime? When your trip is over?”
You pushed up so you were at eye-level with her. “I... I think we’re past that, but yes. Yes, you can.” You leaned in for a kiss and she returned it with a grin.
A/n: I haven't been posting bc my mental health has gone down the drain but i finally got the energy to write this little idea
You were in your apartment piecing together a new Lego set you had just bought. It was a big project, and you knew you wanted to have a night to dedicate to it. So while your friends are off partying on a friday night, you're indoors with your record player on and Lego on the table. Dina had tried to get you to go out with them, but this was too exciting to wait any longer for. But then you hear a knock on your door. You let out a frustrated sigh. You weren't expecting a package or anything, and you texted Dina and Jesse that you for sure were not going. You open the door, expecting Dina to see her best friend and your crush, Ellie. You froze a little, not expecting to see her. You weren't super close with her, only exchanging a few sentences between each other when you were with her.
"Hi Ellie...what are you doing here?" You said.
She took in your figure. You were wearing some pajama shorts and a tank top. Ellies face went red as she spoke.
"Dina wanted me to check on you." She said.
You looked down and quickly cross your arms in front of your chest.
"Why?" You asked.
"Normally, you don't pass on free weed"
You looked back at your table.
"Yeah... I'm just busy tonight."
"You don't look busy." She stated.
You sighed.
"I'm building a lego set."
Ellie immediately got excited. You two finally had a shared interest other than weed.
"Really?" She excitedly asked.
"Yeah," you saw that her reaction was good, and she wasn't going to tease you for it. "You wanna see it?"
She quickly nodded, and you let her in the house.
You showed her the lego set on the table.
"Whoa this one's cool I don't have this one!"
"I didn't know you built legos." You said
"Yeah, well, Dina and Jesse, don't build legos, and since I met you through them and you're like Dina, I expected you not to also"
"No I like them a lot" you said.
Ellie has never been in your apartment, so she looked around the room and saw a bunch of nerdy stuff she was into.
"You never talk about all of this stuff" she said.
You shrugged.
"Dina and Jesse aren't into it, so I don't really bring it up"
"This is awesome," Ellie said while looking into your eyes.
"Do you... want to stay here and help me build this? I know you're supposed to be out at a party with Dina and Jesse..."
Ellie immediately jumped at the chance to spend time with you. She has always wanted to but was to much of a pussy to ask.
"Yes, I'd like that" she said almost a little to enthusiastic.
"Ok" you nod.
You both spend the evening building the set, listening to music, and talking. The chemistry flowed between you both. But soon enough you were both tired and Ellie needed to get back to her place because she had plans with Joel the next day.
"Will you...go out with me?" She finally got the courage to ask. Her face turned bright red and she messed with her hands.
"I'd love to Ellie."
Ellie felt her body relax and she gave you a smile.
"Ok, I'll text you the details"
You walked her to the front door and opened it up letting her walk out your door into the chilly night until you made a quick impulsive decision.
"Ellie!"
She turned around and you gently grabbed her face and softly kissed her. You quickly pulled back from her freaking out and quickly went to close the door.
"Text me!" You yelled to her before closing the door.
Ellie quickly sprinted to her car and immediately pulled out her phone to text Dina about finally asking you out and the kiss.
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