Between the lines • a between us sequel (Ellie Williams x female oc)

𝟕 • 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾

It was habitual for both of us, routine and simple. Ellie would come in every week, mostly on either Thursday or Friday, and it was never both in the same week up until about a week ago.

I couldn't shake her, and I wasn't even sure if I wanted to, but the girls at work started to pick up on how frequent her visits became.

They'd fawn over her, talking about how "supportive of a girlfriend" she was no matter how many times I've told them she was just an old friend.
They said I was lucky, that I should be grateful to have a regular who was as attractive and respectful as she was.

It never felt like luck.

Abby didn't know. I wanted to tell her since the second time Ellie showed face that night, but I couldn't.
I told myself it was because I didn't want to add stress to Abby's already preexisting stress of her job, but I knew that wasn't true.
I was protecting Ellie, saving her from a prophesied death that I knew was awaiting her, and I couldn't understand why.
I could argue it was because, since talking to her again, I could tell she was changed, not fixed, but somewhere in between.

It was Friday night, around midnight, and I wish I could say it was another scheduled rotation with Ellie, but it wasn't.

I was drunk, and by drunk, I mean drunk. The whole club had been packed since I showed up for my shift, a handful of bachelor parties were hosted tonight, and I found myself saying yes to too many shots offered by the celebrating parties.

I was a hot, giggly mess by the time Ellie had showed up, and it just got worse when she did.

"How come you never want to hang out with me?" I said, words slurry and syrupy sweet, leaning forward in the booth so my chest was almost completely flushed with Ellie's, backing her into the far corner.

If I were sober, I'd be completely horrified with my behavior right now, but that's the beauty of alcohol- no shame.

Ellie's hands were up by her shoulders, facing out like it was somehow proof of her innocence just in case police or whoever were to show up for whatever reason.

"What do you think we're doing right now?" She said, a nervous laugh following.

My eyes roll, and a headache twitched in my temples.

"You know what I mean, stupid." Said me, mumbling lowly out of annoyance.

Ellie's eyes go wide as I lifted my leg over her lap, straddling hers, and my arms dangling around her shoulders.

"I-I didn't think you'd want to hang out with me." She stuttered, cheeks beaming fuchsia, and it just encouraged me more. I don't know why I was so smitten with the tough, scary, and sensual Ellie of the past when nervous, shy Ellie is so easy to crave.

My hunger grew, incurable if not satisfied by the one thing I really wanted, which happened to be her.

My fingers danced, intertwined behind her neck, "What is it you've really been up to, hm?" There was something suggestive about my tone, but I didn't question it, if anything, I wanted it to be obvious.

Before she had time to answer to no fault of mine since Ellie seemed too taken aback to even muster a thought that didn't consist of my half naked body being so close to her clothed one, I continued, "All the visits... all the money you've spent just to 'hang out'-" I signed, shaking my head as it dangled before coming back up, "-you've never asked for a dance. Why?"

"Skyler-" she spoke- stern, grabbing my forearms, and pulled my hands out from behind her neck, placing them in the negative space between our bodies.
"- I never had that in mind when I found out you worked here. I never even thought this would be happening right now."
Her eyes glanced down, signaling to our close proximity.