𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: You do the “seeing how fast my girlfriend melts into the kiss” trend on ellie!!
𝑪𝑾: slightly suggestive!!, but mostly fluff!!
𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: ELLIE WILLIAMS x FEM!READER
The living room was a mess of soft-focus chaos. The warm, buttery light from the salt lamp on the side table cast long, dancing shadows across the rug. You propped your phone against a stack of books, the screen glowing with the countdown timer. 3… 2… 1…
"Ellie," you called out, your voice a little too bright, a little too forced. "Can you come here for a sec?"
She ambled in from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her jeans, a smear of what looked like jam on her cheek. "Yeah? What's up?" Her auburn hair was a mess, tied back in a loose bun, a few stray strands curling around her ears. She looked so utterly, beautifully domestic.
"Just… stand there." You pointed to the spot directly in front of the phone, trying to keep your expression neutral. Your heart was starting to beat a little faster, a frantic drum against your ribs.
Ellie squinted at the phone, then at you, a skeptical line forming between her brows. "What are you doing? Setting up a confession for a crime?"
"Something like that," you murmured, stepping closer. "Just… look at me. Please."
Her gaze softened, the corners of her mouth twitching. She still looked confused, but she played along, her green eyes locking onto yours. They were so clear, like moss after a rainstorm. You could see the faint, freckled constellation across her nose, the way a stray lash caught the light.
The second the timer hit zero, you leaned in.
It started slow, a deliberate press of your lips against hers. Her own were slightly chapped, familiar. For a split second, she was still, caught off guard. You felt the tiny, almost imperceptible hitch in her breath.
It was like watching a dam break in slow motion. The tension in her shoulders, the one she always carried there, just… vanished. Her hands, which had been hanging loosely at her sides, flew up to your hips, her fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt with a desperate, needy pressure. A soft, broken sound escaped her throat, a tiny whimper that was swallowed by the kiss. She swayed forward, her body melting into yours, pliant and warm. The skeptical line in her brow smoothed out, replaced by an expression of pure, unadulterated surrender. She wasn't just kissing you back; she was pouring everything she had into it, all her focus, all her energy, collapsing into your touch like she'd been waiting for it her entire life.
You held your ground, one hand coming up to cup her jaw, your thumb stroking her cheekbone. You were the anchor, the steady point in the sudden, overwhelming storm of her affection. You felt the frantic beat of her heart against your chest, a rapid, hummingbird pulse. You could feel the last of her resistance crumble, the last of her confusion dissolving into a haze of want.
You were the one who broke it, pulling back just enough to look at her.
Ellie's eyes were still closed, her lips parted and glossy. She looked dazed, drunk on the simple contact. A slow, rosy flush crept up her neck, blooming across her cheeks. When she finally opened her eyes, they were hazy, unfocused. It took her a second to register her surroundings, to remember the phone was recording.
"Oh," she breathed, the sound barely audible. Her gaze darted to the phone, then back to you. A wave of crimson washed over her, so intense it was almost painful to witness. She dropped her forehead to your shoulder, hiding her face in the crook of your neck.
"Shit," she mumbled, her voice muffled by your shirt. "Was that… on camera?"
You chuckled, the vibration of it traveling through your body and into hers. Your hand moved from her jaw to the back of her neck, your fingers tangling in the soft hairs at her nape. "Every single second of it, Williams. You looked like a fawn learning to walk."
She groaned, a long, pained sound of pure mortification. "Delete it. Burn it. Launch it into the sun."
"Nah," you said, your tone light and teasing. "I think I'll keep it. A little scientific evidence for my hypothesis."
She lifted her head, her face still burning but a spark of defiance in her eyes. "What hypothesis?"
"That you have absolutely no chill." You grinned, leaning in to press a quick, chaste kiss to the tip of her nose.
Ellie huffed, but there was no heat in it. She looked at the phone, then back at you, then at your lips. The flush on her cheeks hadn't faded, but something else was mixing with it now,a dark, hooded desire. Her hands tightened on your hips.
You thought she was going to argue, to make some snarky comment to save face. Instead, she let out a shaky breath, her voice dropping to a low, raw murmur against your skin.
