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summary — Ellie was supposed to come by to pick up something and leave, but she just... can't stop kissing you.
warnings — part of borrowed time but it can be read as a standalone. no major warnings, just fluff (and maybe a tiny bit of angst if you squint). reader is fem presenting and has hair long enough to tie into a ponytail. lots of kissing.
In and out, five minutes maximum.
Ellie was absolutely not going to let herself get distracted because you had places to be and she had many things to study
She was going to say hi, maybe give you a quick kiss, grab the notebook she'd accidentally left on your kitchen table, and get back to her apartment before the afternoon got away from her completely.
That was the plan. Or at least, that had been the plan.
Ellie had an oral final exam tomorrow that she had not studied nearly enough for and she desperately needed to.
Well, her plan had not accounted for you opening the door looking like that.
She'd known you were going and she'd known you'd be dressed up all nice like you always did. Nevertheless, Ellie was not prepared to see how beautiful you actually looked.
The summer had spent weeks trying to wring every ounce of comfort out of everyone, especially you, but somehow, you'd come out looking like you'd finally made peace with it.
You were wearing a little white dress she'd never seen before. The fabric clung gently to your chest and waist, framing the little heart necklace you always wore, before loosening into a short skirt that danced with the wind around your thighs with every step.
At least, Ellie had managed not to jump you and kiss you breathless as soon as you opened the door and gave a big and bright smile in her direction. She was actually quite proud of herself for that. It had taken her an unbelievable amount of self control.
She'd grabbed the notebook off the table while your mom moved around the living room frantically. The whole place was full of noise that your house always had, a thing Ellie had noticed the very first time she came over and hadn't been able to stop noticing ever since.
Just a home that was always busy and alive, like the walls themselves had absorbed years of family dinners and loud conversations. Always busy, always alive.
Her apartment was really quiet in comparison.
Anyway. She had the notes, so she should have left.
Instead, she'd followed you back to the front door and ended up standing in the doorway while you stood just inside.
You looked so unfairly pretty this close.
You'd actually tied your hair up in a ponytail, as the March heat finally won the argument you'd been having with it all summer long.
Ellie had only seen you wear it like this a handful of times since you'd met. Usually you insisted on wearing it down, no matter how much you complained about the weather. Every single time Ellie asked if you weren't roasting alive, you'd shrug and mumble something about not liking how you looked with it tied back.
Ellie had never really understood that. Standing in your doorway now... well, she understood it even less. Clearly, your insecurities had very little to do with reality.
Two little butterfly clips held back the shorter strands that your ponytail couldn't quite catch. They were tiny and gold colored, and they suited you so perfectly that Ellie found herself smiling as she noticed them.
They were... very you. Very cute.
The evening wind moved between you, cool on the skin yet warm in the air, carrying the smell of someone grilling something from somewhere down the street. Even if it kept trying to separate the two of you, lifting the hem of your dress and tugging at Ellie's shirt, neither of you gave it much help.
"Okay," she said, and her voice had changed without her meaning to. Just a little low and softer, and she watched your expression shift in response. "I'll see you—"
Before she could finish, you stepped forward and closed the small distance between you.
Just like that, Ellie's entire plan for the evening dissolved completely.
She kissed you back just as softly.
The folder slipped off her hands—it hit the doorstep with a thud that none of you registered—and her hands found the side of your face, and then she wasn't going anywhere at all.
Your lips were soft and tasted a little sweet, and she heard herself exhale slowly against your mouth.
It was supposed to be a quick thing. A goodbye kiss. Except, your lips tasted sweet. Soft and a little sticky and actually, really sweet…. She liked that. She liked that a lot.
Ellie started to pull back just enough to register the unexpected sweetness lingering now on her lips.
You mistook it for the end of the kiss.
The second you began to lean away, Ellie's hand tightened gently around your cheek, her thumb brushing your skin as she guided you right back to her.
"Ellie…,” you said against her mouth, but it was not quite a complaint.
"You taste really nice," she said. A completely honest observation, and not at all an excuse to lean in again for another taste.
You were fully smiling now, delighted, leaning into her a little. "...Thanks?"
"Like, seriously." She kissed the corner of your mouth again, lingering just a second longer before pulling back. Ellie smacked her lips thoughtfully. "Did you eat something?"
You blinked. "What?"
"Another cinnamon roll?" she guessed, narrowing her eyes at you. "I know you get them for free but like… your teeth are gonna rot."
"I don't eat that many cinnamon rolls."
Ellie just looked at you.
It wasn't exactly a wild accusation to make. You did eat an alarming amount of these weekly. It came with the job, she supposed. Without missing a day, you came home with pastries with microscopic imperfections your boss refused to sell. Cinnamon rolls were your weakness, but there were also cupcakes, slices of cake, whatever new cake recipe your boss wanted everyone to try… Technically, you probably weren't supposed to bring home that much, but your manager seemed to like you far too much to care. Which admittedly benefited Ellie almost as much as it benefited you.
Ellie, who'd never really been much of a dessert person past childhood, had somehow become one by association. Dating—well. Spending time with you had quietly reshaped some of Ellie's habits, and one of them was her reluctance to eat sweet things.
Before you, she'd never gone out of her way to buy pastries. After you, she'd grown used to finding boxes on her kitchen counter, always filled with something sweet inside. Most of the time she'd grumble that you were going to rot both your teeth and hers but she had yet to refuse a single bite.
Honestly, the amount of sugar you consumed probably explained why children liked you so much.
She'd seen it first hand a few months ago, back when you'd been doing your first teaching placements. Your parents had wanted to pick you up after your first afternoon there, but neither of them had been able to make it.
It still got dark pretty early during that time of year, and the school they'd assigned you to was far enough from home that walking hadn't really been an option. Ellie knew you well enough by then to know you'd sooner wait for the bus for an hour than pay for an Uber, so she had offered to go pick you up before you could even start to reassure them it was okay.
The image of you waiting at the bus stop alone when the sun wasn't there anymore left her with a tight knot in her gut. Besides, you would probably need lots of help carrying all your stuff.
Ellie still remembered waiting outside the gates as the gloomy spring afternoon faded into evening. She'd expected to see you exhausted after a long day. Instead, she watched you come out with the brightest smile she'd ever seen on your face, clutching a folder full of drawings.
Since that day, Ellie wasn't entirely convinced you weren't secretly a princess.
"...Okay, maybe I do. But I didn't today.”
Still unconvinced even now and with a small frown on her brows, she kissed you again anyway, just to check. "Okay. What is it?"
"Does it matter?"
"Yes," Ellie said, with complete seriousness, already leaning in to kiss you again.
“Caramel kiss.”
Figures. Even your lip balm had a sweet related name. Ellie would have laughed, if it wasn't for the confusion growing within her. Was that… a lip balm? Or... one of the two million shiny glosses in different shades you owned?
Probably. It was probably that, she was sure. Whatever it was, she'd have to remember it now. “Uh. That's a dumb name.”
“Ooh, you love it.”
“I mean, yeah.”
You smiled so brightly at that admission that Ellie forgot, for a second, that she'd been trying to leave.
You were still standing so close that Ellie could feel your breath against her face. Her hand remained cupping your cheek, her thumb absentmindedly brushing back and forth across your cheekbone while she watched you.
Ellie wasn't entirely sure when she'd started doing this, but lately she'd found herself staring at you far too much, and every time she looked, she found something new to notice.
Familiarity had done exactly what she'd expected. Everything should have become ordinary by now. But she was Ellie, so it never did. Spending so much time by your side had not dulled your edges; if anything, it only kept revealing details she'd somehow missed before.
No time to linger today, though. She really needed to leave. Like, right now.
Without thinking, Ellie leaned in again. The tip of your nose brushed hers at first, just barely. The touch was featherlight but enough to make you exhale softly against her mouth.
As you sighed against her lips she tilted her head, and then the tip of her nose was tracing the curve of your cheek. Ellie lingered there for just a heartbeat, breathing you in. You didn't move away. If anything, you leaned in just a fraction, close enough that your breaths had begun to fall into the same rhythm.
Ellie felt it immediately where the tip of her nose met your pillowy cheek.
Your cheek was warm. More than warm, actually.
Oh.
Were you… flustered?
She smiled before she could stop herself.
You. Flustered.
That wasn't something she'd seen much of, and was fairly sure that didn't happen very often. You weren't really prone to embarrassment — unless Ellie was the cause, apparently.
You moved through the world with a kind of ease that she'd never quite had herself. You flirted shamelessly, teased her relentlessly, and most days she was the one left flustered.
But sometimes, like right now, the roles reversed. Feeling that warmth bloom in your cheeks, Ellie couldn't help but grin. It felt strangely unfair that you still had the ability to surprise her.
Her lips brushed yours, and your mouths hovered only a breath apart. “Are you really embarrassed right now?”
“I'm no—”
“NO KISSING INSIDE THE HOUSE!”
Ellie's whole body jolted.
From somewhere deep inside the house, God only knew where, your dad's voice echoed through the hallway. The man seemed to possess some kind of sixth sense for knowing whenever Ellie was within kissing distance of you.
How he did it, she'd never figured out, and she'd stopped trying.
You pulled back so fast you nearly headbutted her. "We're literally in the doorway," you called back.
"THE DOORWAY IS STILL THE HOUSE!"
You rolled your eyes with a dramatic sigh before looking back at Ellie. "See what I have to deal with?"
Ellie couldn't really argue with him. Honestly, fair enough. If she ever had a daughter, she probably wouldn't be exactly thrilled to walk into someone making out with her in the doorway, either.
The thought lasted just a few seconds before you were giving her another quick peck. She put up absolutely no resistance because, despite understanding your dad's point completely, she also happened to be hopelessly in love with his daughter.
"...Dude," Ellie mumbled against your lips, trying—and failing—not to smile. "You're going to get me in trouble," she said.
No move to step back, though. None at all.
“Don't mind him. Worse things have been done in this house.”
Ellie felt her cheeks go bright red immediately, as flashbacks of whatever you two had been doing in your room just last night hit her. Truth be told, once the initial horniness settled, regret had arrived to take its place. Ellie had felt extremely embarrassed about the whole thing — for no particular reason, really. You were an adult, she was an adult, and you'd both been really careful not to be too loud about it.
Still, it flustered her slightly. Doing it in your house while your mom and dad were there just felt wrong to her, even though you clearly didn't share that concern with her, not even a little.
You were still standing there, half inside the house and half hidden by the doorframe, smiling at her like nothing had happened.
Behind you, the house was cool and dim, the fan humming faintly somewhere down the hallway. A gentle drift of cool air brushed Ellie's face, while behind her the last warmth of the afternoon sun settled against her nape.
It was either that, or the embarrassment creeping up her neck. Hard to tell.
Ellie cleared her throat, suddenly finding the cracked paint on your doorframe unbelievably interesting.
It didn't help, because her eyes wandered back to you almost immediately. Her gaze drifted from your face down to your shoulder.
With your hair up and the thin straps of your dress, they were almost bare, and the afternoon sun caught the tiny flecks of gold from whatever glittery lotion you'd put on, making them sparkle as you moved.
Before she even realized what she was doing, her fingers were brushing against the left strap, lightly tracing it from where it sat on your shoulder downward, following the line of it.
You paused mid-sentence as her fingertips brushed your skin. "What are you doing?" you asked, smiling softly.
"Nothing.”
“Mhm," you hummed, completely unconvinced.
She didn't even think about it before leaning in. Her forehead bumped lightly against your shoulder first, and then she turned her head and pressed her lips to your bare skin.
They lingered there for a beat longer than she'd meant to. As her forehead pressed against the curve of your shoulder, her eyes closed, just for a second.
"You look very pretty today," she murmured against you, though she was not entirely sure you could hear her.
It was a hopeless sentence. Pretty wasn't nearly enough of a word anymore.
Ellie couldn't remember when compliments had become so frightening to say aloud. They always sounded so embarrassingly small compared to what she actually meant.
A moment passed before you answered. "...Just today?" Then, your fingers found the small bun at the back of her head. "So every other day I look ugly?"
Ellie's lips twitched into a smile against your skin before pressing one more small kiss to the same spot. “I didn't say that.”
Your fingers closed around her bun, and then you gently tugged it until she lifted her face from your shoulder. "Okay, but you implied it."
"I didn't imply anything."
"You kind of did." You were fully smiling now, not even pretending not to enjoy this. "You only said it today. That's implying something, Ellie."
Clearly, you were about to settle in for this argument like you had all the time in the world to win it. Which you did not have all the time in the world. You were already running late.
She knew she needed to leave and that you also needed to leave, matter of fact, judging by the sounds coming from somewhere deeper in the house, like your mom calling your name with increasing urgency.
Ellie groaned, cutting you off before you could keep digging the hole she'd accidentally fallen into.
"Shush," Ellie said, as her thumb pressed into one cheek while her fingers gently squished the other, just enough to make your lips pout.
The words died in your throat immediately. You tried to look offended, but it was difficult with Ellie still holding your face like that. Instead, you looked kind of adorable with your brows furrowed and your lips pouty, feigning indignation.
She gave it a quick peck, right in the center of it. "Okay," she said, pulling back. "Gimme another kiss and I'll be on my way."
“Oh my god. You're so romantic.”
"Yeah, well. I'm on a schedule, so...”
"You know," you said as both of her hands settled on either side of your face again, "I don't appreciate you being this bossy. What happened to asking before you kissed me?”
Ellie rolled her eyes, though she was smiling too, and leaned in again. Your lips touched, just barely. This time there wasn't any teasing or talking, just the quiet little moment of your foreheads brushing before your noses bumped together again.
Before Ellie could steal the kiss she'd spent the last ten minutes trying to get, something heavy barreled into both of you.
The noise that escaped her against your mouth was not remotely romantic.
A familiar blur of golden fur wedged itself shamelessly between the two of you, nearly knocking Ellie sideways before planting both front paws against her hip.
"Mikey," you laughed. “What are you doing?”
When she looked down, Mikey looked up at her, completely unbothered by what he'd just interrupted. He looked, in fact, quite pleased with himself. His tail was whipping so enthusiastically that his entire back half seemed to wiggle with it.
He'd gotten so huge.
Little remained of the tiny puppy he used to be, and Ellie hadn't even noticed it happening. Seeing him every week had made the change almost invisible, but over the last few months he'd stopped being the puppy who fit in your arms and turned into... this.
Still a baby, according to you. A baby who was absolutely convinced every ounce of your affection belonged to him and him only.
She didn't even let go of your face.
Your hands were still wrapped loosely around her wrists, keeping her exactly where she was, while she stared down at him for a second. "Fuck off, Mikey.”
You looked down too, following Ellie's gaze, before immediately breaking into a smile. "Don't be rude to him."
Ellie looked back at you, an incredulous expression on her face. "He's literally cockblocking me."
"Well," you said, dropping one of your hands to scratch behind one of his ears, "You're kissing his mom. Of course he doesn't like that."
Ellie sighed the longest, most put-upon sigh imaginable. "Okay. Okay, let's just ignore him. Come here.”
"Ellie! he just wants—"
"He's fine." She kissed you again, briefly, before pulling back enough to look at you properly. "I didn't come here for him."
"That's so mean…"
Without answering, her hands found you and pulled you in.
You swayed forward with no resistance, arms rising up to loop around her neck. Ellie pressed her palms flat against the small of your back and drew you flush against her.
One of her hands wandered higher, fingertips tracing the line of your spine through the thin fabric of your dress before settling between your shoulder blades.
Ellie kissed you again, slower this time.
Your mouths found each other with the easy familiarity that only came from spending far too much time kissing each other these past few weeks. You tilted your head almost instinctively, and the kiss deepened just enough.
Her breath caught halfway through the kiss.
It itched somewhere beneath her ribs, the familiar ache that arrived whenever her heart got ahead of the rest of her. For one clumsy second, she almost forgot how to kiss you back.
Her lips missed yours by the smallest fraction when she tried to follow your mouth, earning the quietest laugh against her lips.
Still, her arms refused to loosen. She even pulled you just a little closer on instinct, even when there wasn't an inch left to steal.
Just closer, until your heartbeat blurred into hers. Until the world outside your embrace became little more than background noise.
When you finally pulled back, it was barely. Just enough that your lips weren't touching but your foreheads still were.
"You should go. You're gonna be late." you said against her mouth.
"Yeah."
Yet, she didn't move. Neither did you.
Your hands were still curled into the fabric of her shirt like you were keeping her there. Like she was going anywhere.
But she had to go somewhere, so she finally pulled back.
You followed, unwinding your arms from her neck. You reached up and fixed the collar of her shirt instead. "You really don't want to come? I know you don't know anyone but…"
For one stupid second, Ellie imagined saying yes. Sitting beside you in the car and letting your mom tease her while your dad pretended not to, as always.
The thought disappeared almost as quickly as it'd come.
Not only did she have to study, but she was also sweaty and underdressed. Beneath all those perfectly reasonable excuses, though, was the real one.
What was she to you?
What would she be to you when all these people looked at the two of you and asked? What was she supposed to say if someone asked?
She didn't know. She didn't know what you'd say. She didn't know what she was. Whatever this was still didn't have a name, so the thought of standing in a room full of people who might ask that question while she had no answer for it… Yeah, no.
"Nah. I have to study," Ellie said. Part truth, part lie.
You pouted, clearly quietly disappointed but without trying to weaponize it.
"Okay..."
"Hey," she said quietly. "I'd go if I could. You know I would."
"Yeah, I know," you said, in the voice that matched the pout. "I just—"
Ellie looked at it for exactly as long as she could stand it… which was two seconds.
Then, she kissed it. Once, softly. It stayed. So, she kissed it again. And again. Little kisses right to the center of your bottom lip, then the top one. Then the corner of your mouth, until she felt them twitch helplessly.
A giggle escaped out of you before you could stop it, bubbling up and breaking whatever face you'd been trying to hold.
"Stop," you said, still giggling.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she said. "We can go get ice cream if you want.”
She saw the small disappointment ease a little. "I would really like that."
"Then it's settled. Text me when you get back?"
You smiled. "You text me when you get home. It's getting dark."
"I'll be fine."
"Text me anyway."
She would, obviously. She'd text you the second she walked in the door and probably twice more before going to bed.
Ellie let out the longest sigh she'd breathed all afternoon.
Her gaze finally dropped to the notebook still lying abandoned on the doorstep, exactly where it'd slipped from her hands.
So much for in and out.
She bent to pick it up and tucked it back beneath her arm. Then she took one step backward, then another.
Her backpack hung from one shoulder again, notebook tucked securely beneath her arm this time. She pointed a finger at you.
"Have fun," she said. "Tell your cousin happy birthday."
You pointed right back at her. "Don't study too hard."
"I won't."
"Eat something."
"I will."
"You better!”
As a response, Ellie lifted one hand awkwardly and gave you a thumbs up as she finally turned around, before she could embarrass herself any further.
She made it halfway down the walkway before risking one last glance over her shoulder.
Your ponytail was slightly crooked from all the kissing and your lip gloss thoroughly ruined thanks to her.
Still leaning against the doorframe, you raised your own thumb in return.
Ellie walked home with a sheepish grin and the faint taste of caramel kiss still in her lips.
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