neighbour girl ⋆˚࿔
content warnings: ellie williams x fem!reader! flirting , accidental close contact, loser lesbians, AFAB reader word count: 1.2k [ not proofread, first long fic]
A slight breeze jostles through the crape myrtle tree above; fanning over the pasture of grass ahead. Crinkled flowers are scattered across its leaves, painted with vibrant splashes of mauve. The sweet smell of subtle honey cinnamon drifts through the wind, mingling with the late spring warmth.
The warm sun hovers just over the horizon streaked with tinges of an orange blueish hue. Chickens cluck softly as they roam around freely in the fields of your family’s farmhouse. You carry a bag of pellet feed and a half-filled water jug that you feel is bound to drop if you don’t walk fast enough. Now kneeled in front of the feeder container, back straight, eyebrows pinched. Your eyes squint sharply following the filling indicator; the chickens flock almost immediately for their meal, pecking hungrily at the grains.
Suddenly, it is like the warmth of the sun strips away from your entire backside while filling up the water bucket. Like some shadow had emerged and swallowed you whole. Looking up, you meet the gaze of the neighbour’s girl towering over you. Ellie Williams.
It had completely left your mind that your mother previously let you know hours ago that Ellie would aid in plucking out weeds in the farm and carry some heavy items in the garage. You bat your eyelashes peering through the glare of the heat, sharing lengthy eye contact as her gaze drops down at your shrunken frame.
‘You the neighbour’s girl I’m supposed to help, right?’ she says leaning casually against the fence, an awkward smile curving at her lips.
Sun rays peek through her messy auburn hair, dotted freckles sprinkled across her cheeks like a tiny constellation of stars. A small slit carved on her eyebrow that looked like it belonged there. Your pulse thuds. It feels like it could burst out of your chest. You can barely recollect your thoughts.
When was the last time you have seen someone this beautiful? Jesus. Get it together. Your mouth hangs slightly open.
She reached out a hand, her rolled-up flannel sleeve revealing a fern tattoo that your eyes linger on with pale green eyes scanning you up and down.
‘You act like you’ve never seen a person before.’ She chuckles, voice smooth but teasing. The imminent observation of your staring is embarrassingly clear, entranced by the taller woman. The slight shift of her weight and the tap of her foot betrayed just a hint of nervousness. Your ears go pink. Feeling flushed as you look up at the slight curve of her smile. You shake your head like it’ll dissipate your thoughts, dusting your jeans before standing up.
You try to regain the last bit of confidence you have. Swallowing the dazed awe you feel creeping up in your chest, you reply.
‘Oh please, maybe just judging your flannel choice.’ Then you grab the weed detox for the crops. Ellie tilts her head letting out a fake gasp, almost surprised at the sass.
‘What’s a prissy girl like you know about flannels? These are country classics. Not that you’d know anything about that.’ Ellie remarks, eyeing you up and down.
You sneak a quick glance at your own outfit, a delicate laced cami top centered with bows and jean shorts wondering if it was a tacky choice.
You shoot her a look over your shoulder walking off mimicking “prissy girl” under your breath while scoffing and rolling your eyes.
Ellie follows by calling out what was that knowing she definitely heard you.
“I’m not prissy,” you say, not bothering to look back.
“My bad princess.” She raises her hands in surrender, letting you win to the back and forth banter. Finding your soft pout you gave with attitude endearingly cute.
You both make your way to the crops to begin the detoxifying. Ellie gets straight to work. Down on one knee, boots ridden with dirt, inspecting the poor harvest from the root. The way her taller frame is immediately sunken to this position that feels so.. bare. You look down at her, one hand on your hip while you bite on your lower lip unawaringly. God, how can she bow down one knee like the earth beneath her is lucky? Utterly insufferable you thought.
Ellie takes off her flannel swiftly and you feel your mouth go dry. The wife beater she is wearing is clung to her skin, biceps covered in a sheen that you feel could requench your unexplained thirst. What you would give to run your tongue down the beads of sweat..
“Could you please pass the detox?” She says quietly, completely focused on the task and thankfully oblivious to your eye fucking. You were shamelessly ogling at her. There is no way you wouldn’t feel the insane urge to relocate countries if she caught that. And fuck, it doesn’t help that she is putting those veiny hands to work, which you wonder what else could do-
You hand her the detox and she begins spraying the crop with pesticides and you close your eyes for a second. What in the fuck are you thinking and how can you make it stop? Snap out of this trance and get yourself busy.
“I’m gonna… starting packing the boxes into the garage.” You murmur and before she can even respond, you're already power walking there, desperate to escape your own thoughts.
Time passes in the shabby garage. Cobwebs hang in the corners, dim atmosphere and boxes stacked haphazardly. You tie your hair into a quick ponytail and take a deep breath. You can easily do this.. right?
After speaking an ego boosted internal pep talk to existence, you muster confidence and grab the cardboard box attempting to lift it. Hell, if this isn’t the heaviest thing you have carried. Still, you stubbornly strain against its weight, grunting with shaking hands but finally manage to lift it and place it on the table. You pant a sigh of relief before looking at the other five stacked in the corner.
Clenching your teeth with an irritated scowl, you brace yourself for the next few. Your grip falters when you uplift the box and your legs slightly tremble. For a panicked second you think you might actually drop the box.
You wobble on your tiptoes meanwhile trying to balance the box and trip on a loose plank. You lurch backwards with widened eyes and your heart drops to the deepest pits of your stomach.
Out of nowhere a strong pair of hands, warm and firm, grasps your hips from behind upright. Your breath hitches and you freeze. Ellie’s close, too close. So close you could feel the subtle graze of her chest brushing against your back. The scent of woody pine fragrance wavers around the air.
“Woah, steady there,” Ellie whispers, voice low, teasing, as if she knows the effect this close proximity is having on you. Your body heats up hearing her speak so softly, the sensation making your ears tingle.
Your cheeks redden and hands pool in sweat while holding onto the box with all your might. Trying to not focus on the fact that there is a gentle pressure on your hips and that it feels like your bodies are on the verge of fusing.
It is like a circuit had gone haywire in your brain. Unable to retort a witty remark like usual and pull away. You stay still.
“Here lemme get that-”, she replies to your silence letting go of her embrace to assist your clear struggle.
Your eyes meet hers for a split second, and for a heartbeat, everything else disappears.
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