Kiss me.
wrote before bed because your girl needs a fake scenario to sleep too.
“Wanna smoke some pot?”
Ellie waves a clear sandwich bag with green spectacles inside. You look up from your book, noting the grin on her face. Your face lights up with excitement.
You toss your book to the floor. “Got wraps?”
“Pft,” Ellie walks around your bed. She sits down beside you, letting out a deep sigh from the sprint she had up your stairs. “Hell yeah.” She reaches into her hoodie's front pocket and places a foil of brown wraps atop your sheets and then the bag of weed on top.
You greedily open the bag, letting yourself get a good whiff. “Holy shit,” You look up. “It smells good. Where’d you get this?”
Ellie chuckles to herself grabbing the bag and beginning the process of making a joint. “Just got it on patrol with Dina.”
You make a face, finding a tinge of jealousy taint at your heart. “Oh.” You climb out of bed, reaching down to your backpack on the floor. You unzip the front zipper to grab your lighter. Then you pad across the room to shove a towel beneath your door. The last thing you needed were your parents complaining to Joel about Ellie’s bad influence on you. You’ve had too many of those already.
“Oh?” Ellie watches as you walk over to the window. You unlatch the top and crack it open. “What's with the change in tone?” She snickers to herself as she wraps the paper and cannabis between her fingers.
You swipe your teeth. “Nothin.” You plop back down, crossing your legs together.
It was no news that you and Ellie had a flirting type of friendship. What was news to you, are the feelings you’ve grown to have for Ellie. What made it all the more painful was her obliviousness, and pinning behavior towards Dina.
Ellie’s just about to bring the blunt to her lips but you happily snatch it.
You place it between your lips, bringing your lighter up to it. You light the end, inhaling the smoke into your lungs.
Ellie smirks at you, reaching forward. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were jealous.”
You shrug. “Maybe I am.”
You’ve grown tired of the games, especially when your own feelings have become involved.
You pass the blunt to Ellie. Her eyes locked onto yours, shocked.
“What?” You cross your arms. Enjoying the satisfaction of catching Ellie off guard. “Isn’t that what you wanna hear?”
Ellie takes a hesitant drag. “I—I don’t know.” She smiles but then it quickly falls. Ellie was either really confident in flirting or extremely shy. There was no in between. You’ve seen it done in real time. Ellie lightly pulls at her collar. “Is it hot in here?” She takes a quick hit.
You roll over, swinging one leg over Ellie’s frame. You sit comfortably in her lap. You note the deep rose color of her cheeks. The way her chest rises and falls. The way her eyes search your face. You smile and take the blunt from between her lips and place it back between your own. You lean back, letting your hips roll the slightest bit.
“Oh fuck.” Ellie leans her head back, whispering profanities beneath her breath. Her hand instinctively curls around your waist.
Your lips curl into a smile. “I am jealous.” You exhale. “All the time actually.” You take another drag. Your eyes catch the way Ellie struggles to swallow, the way her eyes are dilated in lust. Your fingers tuck a loose strand behind her ear, making her lips part to intake a rushed breath. When your eyes lock, you realize there’s a mutual agreement to what’s happening here. Her fingers dig deeper into your skin.
You narrow your eyes at Ellie. “…Have you kissed her?”
Ellie adjusts herself. “N-No.”
“Do you want to?” You tilt your head and lean to the side. You take one last hit and then brush the end of the lit blunt into a mug left on your nightstand. You lean back.
“I…” Ellie looks unsure. She licks at her lips.
You lean forward now. “…Do you want to kiss me?”
Ellie closes her eyes, feeling the intensity. But all the while, wanting to be no where else.
You bring a hand up to her chin. Turning her face directed towards yours. “…Ellie.”
Her eyes flutter open, she looks at your eyes and your lips. Then back to your eyes again. To your lips. A hand tightens along your skin. The other raises up to cup at your face. You lean into the touch, loving the warmth along your cheek and the soft circles drawn onto your skin by her thumb.
Ellie sighs with contempt, “…What are you doing to me?” She softly whispers.
Ellie brings her bottom lip between her teeth, chewing softly. Her thumb rubs down to your bottom lip.
The pad of her thumb traces the outline of your bottom lip.
Your heartbeat is pounding in your ears, it’s almost too much. You lose it as her thumb drags down, bringing your bottom lip down with it.
Ellie brings her hand to your jaw, applying light pressure. She looks at you for a moment, then connects your lips together. It’s feverish, rough but so very intoxicating. You gasp as you feel the physical dominance come forward, Ellie pulls you closer towards her. She’s probably the best person you’ve kissed. She moves with an experienced flow, but she’s also unpredictable, swiping her tongue along your bottom lip, quickly nipping at the skin to make you gasp. You moan at the hand on your waist going up your shirt. Loving the way her hands roam, and take full control of what is hers and always has been.
You smile into the kiss, having to lean back to catch your breath. “…..I’ll take that as a yes.”
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its wild bc im rewatching voltron like, 5 years later, and i remember when it was airing how obsessed i was with klance and how i really was on the “klance is canon king” bus and i thought rewatching it i would have my “haha we were all suc silly kids its so obvious we were all just having fun shipping :)” BUT THE TRUTH IS,,,,,,,, i did not have that moment. esp now knowing that the writers lost the war against megacorp so they had to fucking back-peddle all the klance shit starting in s7 and IT STILL DIDNT WORK bc klance had already been perfectly set up and and teased and im just. fuck fuck fuck FUCK FUCK. WE WERE ALL RIGHT. anyways cant believe they had to nerf allura to even be able to hint at klance being post-canon endgame bc thats fucking insane. thats fucking wild. im not over this. im mad all over again.
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Ellie when you're sick- head cannons
When you're ill, Ellie's anxiety is massively worsened. She becomes incredibly anxious of your state worsening, she gets paranoid dwelling on the worst possible outcome even if you just have a snotty nose or a cough. She ensures that you do absolutely no work until you're recovered, meaning that she has to take on your responsibilities until then. She wishes she could just stay by your side doting on you but her abilities demand that she is on patrols.
Before she leaves on the morning she'll cuddle up with you, holding you gently, worried to hurt you. "Ells, you'll get sick." Your voice is croaky and whiny, she nuzzles her face into your neck, "I don't care, maybe then they'll let me stay with you." You giggled for a moment before coughing again, tearing up a little. You played it up for Ellie, loving the attention she gave you. "So pitiful baby" She cooed, kissing your jaw.
"Please can you stay with me? Just today?" You beg her, pouty lip and teary eyes on show. You only ask this when you really are feeling terrible and it literally rips her heart out that she's not able to. "I want to baby, more than anything, I'll be home soon okay?" Ellie would never neglect her duties but all the time she was out she was thinking of you, waiting to come home and make you feel better. She holds your face, "You gonna be a brave girl for me, hm?" You nod, whining out for a kiss before she goes. "Such a good girl for me, when I get back I'll run you a bath n' get you all clean, yeah?" She strokes your face, kissing you again before you reply, "Yes please." "Okay, I'll see you soon pretty." She stands, grabbing her backpack and walking to the door. "I love you, Y/N." She smiles at you, looking a little pained, and leaves.
Ellie rushes her patrols, slightly neglectful to check everywhere she should be checking. She returns home with a small gift, some flowers she picked or a little something she found like a book or a card. "Hey, you okay?" She'll ask, walking to the bed to see your face. She'll run you a bath, taking your clothes off for you and helping you inside, washing you with a cloth and the soap that you home make. Ellie tries not to look at your body too much, not wanting to get turned on and feel guilty for it. After, she'll dry you off with a towel and get you wrapped up. She'll help you back to the bed and start getting you dressed back into pyjamas- "Ellie, moisturiser." "You okay to do that?" "Do it for me" You sniffle. She tries not to blush, moisturising your legs gently, your arms and torso and back. She goes slowly, allowing herself to appreciate the softness of your skin. She adores being able to touch you anywhere she wants to. "There we go, c'mon now, let's get your pj's on." She tucks you into bed, kissing your forehead.
"Soup n' some bread for dinner, yeah?" She asks, smiling down at your pitiful little face. You nod, trying not to fall back to sleep. She strokes your head for a moment before going to the kitchenette, preparing the food. You fall back asleep and she wakes you up with a kiss, your food on a tray. She places it on your lap, helping you sit up. "mm, thank you smelly Ellie." She faux gasps, scoffing at you, "Wow! Insulting me after I've slaved away preparing your food, such a spoilt princess." You giggled, she succeeded in making you laugh, proudly taking her seat beside you on the bed. "You not having any?" You ask, concerned. "Oh, I forgot." She habitually prioritised you over herself and this was exacerbated when you were particularly vulnerable. You got frustrated, too poorly to properly communicate your concern, eyes tearing up. "Make yourself some food, please please please." She smiled at you and gave a breathy laugh. "Kay baba, won't be long."
After you eat, she brushes your hair for you and plaits it for bed. "Sleepy yet?" She asks, kissing the nape of your neck. "Mhm, want cuddles." She complies, pulling you down into the bed and cradling you. She wrapped her arms around your waist, your bottom pulled tight into her crotch. You grind against her playfully giggling quietly, she grips your hips with her hands to keep you still, grumbling a little irritated. "Don't baby." You whine, trying to wriggle out of her hands. "Why not Ells," You pout, turning so she can see your face. "You're sick, you need to rest, you gotta go to sleep kay?" She was right, you didn't have enough energy to argue back. Being cuddled like this by her made you fall asleep quickly, comfortable and safe.
Ellie struggles to fall asleep, watching you carefully. She kisses you every so often, missing hearing your voice. Eventually, she gets out of bed and cleans the house so that you won't be stressed about doing it. She double checks that the doors are locked, windows closed and curtains drawn shut. She preps breakfast for the next morning and gets back into bed, cuddling up to you. She falls asleep, her body accepting that you're safe and that she can rest too.
I kind of hate this!!! But I really wanted to get something out quickly just to have a post on my new profile. (I accidentally deleted my original blog :( )
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