Between us • 𝖠 𝖤𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝖥𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 (Ellie Williams x female oc)

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Ellie's POV
My eyes squinted beneath my eyelids. The harsh sun beamed though the window and onto my face causing my to stir. I reject the invitation of waking up, grunting and trying to ignore the warm light on my skin, but to no avail.

My eyes flutter open, taking in the orange haze flooding the room. I try to move but my arm was held down, stiff and numb. A tingling sensation in my fingertips from lack of circulation.

My eyebrows furrow in confusion from my lack of awareness, deep sleep still weighing heavily on my mind.
I lift my head, examining the lump that laid next to me and finally understood.

"Oh-" I said only audible to myself, not wanting to awake the girl that slept so perfectly beside me.

Carefully, I retract my arm from underneath her, causing her to stir. I paused my movements and held my breath. I watched her as her eyebrows creased, her lips forming a small pout. Still remaining asleep, she turns towards me, holding the comforter close to her chest as small breaths leave her parted lips.

I engross myself with her blissful and valuable state. How her eyelashes curl, the color of her lips, always a darker shade of rose even with nothing on them. Her eyebrows were thick and lush, dark like a ravens feathers, but she always tried her best to keep them groomed. Her pale, olive complexion was clear, plump and healthy, only to be broken up by the few select moles that made constellations over her skin.

Skyler was undoubtedly the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, ever had the pleasure of getting to touch. It wasn't just her beauty that drew me into the point I felt like there was no escape, she was sweet, so fucking sweet. Her eagerness to obey and submit to me had me on cloud 9, but at the same time, I was so fucking scared that I'd take it too far.

I was scared that she'd finally come to her senses, that I would always hurt her in the end. Even if there were good moments where I'd do and say all the right things, I'd always overwrite those with a bitter taste, like a metallic tang on the tongue.

Still, I wanted to treat her right, do good by her and see where this could take us. I wanted this 'relationship' to be normal, not this fucked up mind game that had no rules, no end, and definitely no winner.

Truthfully, I was just scared of loving another girl, which is why I tend to sleep around and cut them off if I suspect they are getting too close. It keeps me okay for awhile, content with smoking weed, and drinking, and having relationships with no strings attached, but Skyler changed that.
She came out of left field, struck me when I was already down, and fucked up my own idea of what I thought was normalcy, and I couldn't tell if it was a test from god or a mercy killing.

I laid in bed, my back pressed against the wall, trying to gain distance from her on the claustrophobic twin sized mattress. I reach my hand out, hovering over her fullness of her cheeks, but I hesitate.

"Mm-" Skyler groans, throwing her arms over her head to stretch.
Her eyes blink open, looking around the room before finally seeing me.
"Mornin' " She giggles, her voice was hoarse and scratchy, but still sounded like a melody on my ears.

"Back at you."
I responded, trying to sound like I wasn't just staring at her while she slept.
Skyler rubs her eyes, turning herself on her back before raking through her hair so it splayed itself messily across the pillow.

Even with remnants of last nights makeup, she still managed to look ethereal like the black smudges around her eyes and the trail of dry tears on her cheeks we're purposely painted on.

Skyler's POV
I awoke with a slight pounding in my head, my throat dry and gravelly. Surprised and slightly embarrassed that Ellie was already awake before I could shower or at least look less like the hot mess that I pictured in my head.