Pregnant!?! (The Last Of Us Fanfic)

Boundaries

Ellie POV

"Aaron, I finished the evening skins. Am I okay to leave now?" I ask, wiping my forehead of sweat. I have been working like a good little bird this past week, working my ass off, to try and gain the trust of Aaron and of Finn so I am allowed to go hunting.

"Ellie, you can't just leave. There are still dishes to clean," He says to me, turning away from what he is doing. A bead of sweat falls down his forehead.

"But I thought you said you would be on dish duty tonight?" I say to him, whining a bit.

"I did say that but-"

"No butts! I have worked hard all day long. I beat you at the challenge and won the bet. Yesterday I lost and I cleaned everything up! It's only fair if you hold your end..." I say, walking to the sink.

I hear Aaron sigh and walk towards me.

"Ellie, I just want to go home and sleep," He says, I feel his breath on my neck. The hairs stand up and I turn around very quickly.

"Aaron, I stayed here for two hours extra yesterday so you could go home early. I need to go home-"

"Why? So my dad can get all friendly with you?" He says, pushing me a bit so he can wash the guck off of his hands.

"Aaron, I already told you. Finn is there to help me get on my feet and to care to my wounds," I tell him, rinsing the soap off.

"What wounds? You seem to be walking around just fine," Aaron spits towards me.

"My body took on a lot of trauma in a small amount of time. Whatever drugs they gave me while I was cleansed were not very good. I still have stiffness and migraines," I say, lowering my voice.

I finish washing my hands and so does Aaron, throwing a towel at me once he dried off his hands. I nod to thank him. Aaron walks around the tables as he starts to clean up. I throw the towel to the dirty rags bin and walk over to him.

"So...can I go home? Pretty please?" I ask, puppy dog eyeing him.

He shakes his head and starts to laugh. I laugh as well, but nervously.

"I'll let you go early-"

"Yes!" I yell out and start to turn away.

"But only on one condition..." He says to me, grabbing my arm. I look at my arm and then back to him.

"What?" I say, wriggling my arm, trying to free it. Aaron's grip is very tight and doesn't loosen. He pulls back my sleeve and reveals my bite.

"I have two questions and you have to answer truthfully or you have to help clean,"

"Okay get on with it," I tell him.

"How did you get the bite?" He asks, releasing me.

"That's pretty personal Aaron," I say to him.

"Then I guess you better start cleaning-"

"I was in a mall with my best friend and I was trying to protect myself. My arm protected my face so...I guess it was a win lose but win win in the end," I say, running through it.

Aaron nods,

"Cool cool. If I ever got bit, I'd want it on my hand or finger or something so I could just cut it off and stop the spread of infection quickly, without losing too much blood," He tells me.

"Does that actually work?" I ask.

"Well, our doctors have been studying it, testing with...humans , only after they had been bitten. We don't force them to get bitten or anything," He says, almost over explaining it. I nod, wanting to believe that.