The Librarian Is In

The morning was gray and the tiniest bit of sunlight seeped into the room, casting light squares onto the hard wooden floors of the room you shared with your girlfriend, Ellie. You pushed the covers away from you face as your eyes slowly fluttered open, staring at the dangling lightbulb on the ceiling. You didn’t even bother peak at the other side of the bed to search for someone who wasn’t there. It was pretty normal for you to wake up alone on most days. Not that you could control it. Your girlfriend just happened to be the one of the best people in town to go on those dangerous patrols.

You kind of wish she would wake you sometimes, even thought it was a little too early in the morning.

Blinking a few times, still trying to adjust to the daylight, you look around the room to soak in it familiarity. It looked like Ellie left in a rush, her clothes dangling off of the hangers in her closet, a dresser that was left open with her pants slipping out and, as usual, socks scattered on the floor.

Going on about your day, you clean around her place, putting her things where they should be and tidying up her desk that she loves to sit at every night. You decide to make her some lunch or dinner, if she gets home late, before she gets back on her patrol. It wasn’t the best food in the world, just some grilled meat and vegetables. Ellie always appreciated the things you did for her; one of the reasons you loved her so much.

But, the patrols she goes on doesn’t fail to make you worried almost everyday. It’s not your favorite thing to do. Ellie knows this and does her best to reassure you every time you feel the even the slightest worried. She does a very good job at it, too. Making you feel less worried is the only thing she could really do. It’s not like she could stop doing patrols. You know how much this town needs her, alongside Joel and Tommy and other people you don’t know too well.

Patrolling isn’t easy. With countless of unknown infected in different areas outside of town, it was a scary, dangerous but important job. Ellie usually comes home exhausted but if the day treats her well, she’d come home content and satisfied.

Today was the usual.

After some hours of working in the town and running errands for people, you come home to your girlfriend laying on the couch with her eyes closed.

“Hey,” Ellie calls out without even turning her head.

“Hi,” you step into the room, pulling your jacket off of your shoulders to hang on the rack. “I made you some food. It’s on the table.”

“I saw.”

Her responses were quick and short; one of the signs that she was tired. You watched her chest rise and fall as she breathes steadily. Cuts and bruises of all kinds of sizes were scattered all over her arms and even some on her face, a common sight that you hated to see.

“I can run you a bath, if you’d like? Let me get changed and I can get you cleaned up in a second,” you tell her.

Ellie doesn’t say a word.

“I got some strawberries from the farm,” you smiled.

You were excited about the strawberries. It was one of your favorites. Receiving them from the farm just about made the most of your day.

“Do you want some, Ellie? I can put some on a plate with some chocolate, if you want.”

But then again, Ellie stayed quiet.

You start talking a little bit more about your day and asking some questions that you don’t get the answers to, thinking that maybe Ellie just wanted to listen for a while without saying anything but soon after several minutes, you regret opening your mouth.

“(Y/N). Please. Shut up,” Ellie’s voice rings in your ears. “I just got home and I need some peace and quiet, not you babbling in my ear every second.”

“I was just—“

“What the fuck did I just say?” Ellie sits up from the couch and glares at you, “It gets fucking irritating, (Y/N). Ellie this, Ellie that. I’m tired. I fight off and run from dozens of infected every morning! I don’t need you to pestering me about every little thing every second I’m home!”

You stared at her for a moment. Her tone and the way she was speaking to you at this very moment made you feel like an axe was slammed onto your heart. It didn’t help that she was staring at you like you were the most annoying person she laid her eyes on and you weren’t going to deal with this right now.

“What do you want me to do, then?” you ask her calmly. “Just sit around and not talk to you all day? Do you want that? I know you’re tired but you don’t get to talk to me like this. Not when all I’m trying to do is just talk to you and take care of you. If you really don’t need me here, then, fine. I’ll leave you alone.”

And not even a minute later, you grabbed your jacket and walked out the door.

It had been a while since you stayed at your place. The small house had been practically empty ever since you decided to stay with Ellie, although, it was nice to have another place to stay when things go south with your girlfriend sometimes.

But you miss her.

The morning rose ever so slowly; the sunlight creeping into your bedroom, seeping through the curtains. You laid in your bed, tucked underneath the covers with your mind filled with last night’s war of words.

There was no need to rush anything as you’ve decided that today, you weren’t going to do anything. You were going to sulk in your bed as if it would be good for you health. You repeated the words Ellie had spoken to you the day before, trying to get a grasp of what she meant by it. Does she still like you? Does she even care that you left? Maybe she’s happy that you left. Conflicting thoughts ran through your mind so much that you don’t seem to notice how much time has passed.

The knock at your door pulled you back into reality. You sit up and look towards the clock on your nightstand. It was already late in the afternoon, making you think that it could be Ellie. You shake your head and think to yourself that maybe it’s Maria. Maybe she has some errands she needs you to run.

Walking barefoot all the way to the front door you hear another knock. Your heart pounds like a drum in your chest, fast and hot in anticipation and nervousness as your reach for the handle.

The door opens with a quiet creak and there you see your girlfriend standing on your front porch in her shabby attire, a backpack and some of her hair tied at the back of her head.

“Hi.”

You don’t say anything. Instead, you let your eyes wander from her face to her worn out canvas shoes all the way back up to her eyes. She was looking at you expectantly with eyes that weren’t as hostile as yesterday’s.

“Why are you here?”

You watched Ellie raise her eyebrows as if she was shocked that she forgot what she was going to say to you. Her mind short circuited the moment you opened the door. You had on a loose shirt with some of it tucked into your shorts along with your artfully messy bed head that she adored.

Ellie was at a loss for words. Thinking quickly in an attempt to make things less awkward, she remembered what she did earlier today and started digging into her backpack.

“Um, they looked better an hour ago…”

She slowly pulled a slightly flattened bouquet of colorful flowers out of her backpack and looked up at you apologetically. They weren’t wrapped or anything, so you assumed she picked them off of the ground.

“Can I come in?”

You stepped aside, letting her into your boring house. Watching Ellie closely, she stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, eyes glancing around like there were things to look at.

“You can sit,” you tell her. “I can take the flowers.”

Ellie hands you the flowers quietly. It only takes you a minute to head into the kitchen to put them into a mug filled with water as some petals fall slowly onto the surface of the kitchen counter.

You stay in the kitchen a little longer than you expected. Ellie was in your living room doing god knows what and you just stand there, scared to do anything. You didn’t want to annoy her again. That was the last thing you wanted to do.

With your head running in circles, you fail to notice the tears that ran down your cheeks and the footsteps that creeped up behind you.

“(Y/N).”

You don’t turn around. You don’t speak. And you don’t move. Your hands fiddled with the handle of the mug that was now filled with the flowers she had picked for you.

Ellie stood behind you, listening to you sniffle almost every three seconds. In that moment, a flash of guilt and regret made Ellie even more angry at herself for hurting you.

“I’m sorry.”

You feel her place her hands at your hips softly as she presses her forehead onto your shoulder, breathing in your scent.

“Last night, I… I was being a jerk. I was so worked up from the patrol and I took it out on you instead. I’m sorry,” Ellie takes a deep breath. “I need you more than anything, (Y/N). I know it doesn’t seem like it sometimes, but I’m grateful for everything you do for me.”

You sigh at her words and turn around to face her, “I just wanted to take care of you… and talk to you.”

“I know,” Ellie nods. “I’m sorry.”

Sighing once again, you put the palm of your hands on her shoulders and she squeezes your hips slightly in return.

“You don’t get to talk to me like that again.”

“Yes ma’am,” Ellie smiles softly, licking her lips. “I’m an asshole.”

“I know.”

It was quiet in the kitchen. Neither of you spoke a word for a few moments, just enjoying each other’s company. Ellie was to busy staring at you to even say anything. The way the sunlight hit your face and your lips swollen and pretty for her made her stomach do somersaults. And your eyes puffy, from crying probably, looking up at her with so much love and affection. Your hands; they moved up from her shoulders to the back of her neck, playing with her hair.

You had her weak and wrapped around your finger and she couldn’t wait a second longer before she kissed you.

Ellie leaned into you, her lips brushing against yours softly and delicately, and only for you to sigh into the kiss. She pressed her body against yours and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close to her.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to grow into something hungrier. Ellie wasted no time and slipped her tongue into your mouth as you moaned against her lips. She lets her lips travel down to your jaw and your neck, biting and sucking softly at your skin as you groan against her. Her hands ran up and down your sides before grabbing the back of your thighs.

“Up.”

You jump up and wrapped your legs around her waist, her hands just underneath your thighs and you continue making out with her, her tongue dancing around in your mouth hungrily.

Ellie walks you to your room with ease and lays you on the mattress. Breaking the kiss only for a moment, she grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head. She meets your breasts with a smile as she stares at your hardened nipples.

“You’re so pretty.”

“Ellie,” you whine as you tug softly at her hair.

“I got you, baby.”

Ellie doesn’t waste another second and takes your nipple into her mouth. Her tongue rolls around your nipples as you close your eyes at the sensation. Her hand palms and squeezes at your other breast, pinching and pulling at your nipple with her fingers.

She could hear your ragged breaths as she continues to put all her attention on your boobs. They way you were squirming beneath her made her heart burst. She was the only one who could do this to you, the only one who could see you like this.

Ellie spends several minutes kissing and sucking at your chest, down to your stomach and all the way back up between the valley of your breasts and back to your neck. Her knees went weak when she pulled her head back to look at her work; hickeys scattered on your soft skin.

“Fuck,” was all she could say.

Pulling your shorts down in a swift motion, Ellie leans over you to watch your face closely as she uses her finger to press against the wet fabric of your panties. She observes you; the small whines falling from your mouth, how you tremble slightly every time her finger travels up and down, and the way you look at her like you’d let her do anything to you. Fuck, it made her all fuzzy inside.

“Please, Ellie,” you whine.

“Please, what, baby?”

Your hands tug at her hair softly once again, “I need you inside.”

That just about did it for Ellie. Pulling her finger away, she hooks her thumbs under the sides of your panties and drags them down your legs, throwing your underwear somewhere behind her. Her kisses land softly on your thighs, dangerously close to where you needed her the most. She teases you again by kissing your inner thighs for a couple seconds before going back up to meet your face with a smirk.

“Prep me up, babe?” She asks.

With no further questions, you open your mouth and let her stick her fingers into your mouth, shamelessly licking her fingers.

“Good girl.”

After a while, Ellie pulls her fingers out of your mouth and kisses you as your tongues battle each other for dominance. You feel the tip of her went fingers against your pussy only for a moment before she sticks two fingers inside with ease. Moaning into her mouth, Ellie pulls her head back to watch as your jaw hangs open, watching your reaction as she fingers you.

She can stay like this all day if she wanted, fingers deep inside your hole. Feeling your walls tightly hugging around her digits, you moan against her, drunk on the feeling of her fingers deep inside of you. She inserted another one just to see your face form a startled gasp as your grip on her hair tightens with a loud with moan.

“E-Ellie, I’m gonna…”

Pumping her fingers in and out of you with a squelch, she presses kisses along your neck as you shake for her, “I know, baby. Cum for me.”

You moan loud for her when she presses her thumb onto your clit, making your mind go fuzzy as orgasmic waves courses through your trembling body.

Fuck, Ellie could listen to your little gasps and moans forever if she could. She wanted to hear you again, moaning for her, so she pulled away from your face to meet your soaking wet pussy before delving right in, shoving her tongue inside of you with no warning.

“E-Ellie—W-Wait, I—“ you squealed and ran your hands through her brown hair, pulling them tightly as you tremble, still sensitive from your first orgasm.

She has you perched at the edge of your bed, legs spread embarrassingly wide for her with her face buried right in between your legs as she mercilessly eats you out like it was her very last meal. Jolts of overwhelming pleasure fogs up your brain as Ellie continues to fuck you with her tongue inside of your dripping cunt.

“Fuck! I’m coming— Ellie…”

You gasp, grip tightening at her hair as you breathe all raggedy, shaking against her face. Ellie let’s you ride out your high, her tongue slowing down before she pulls away. She looks up at you, slightly breathless as she licks her lips. This was one of her favorite things to look at; you all fucked out, trembling and panting.

“So pretty for me.”

Ellie presses a finger against your clit just to see you jolt and whine. Your reaction makes her smile. Crawling back up to your face, she meets your eyes and kisses you softly. Her stomach does a somersault when she feels the vibration of your moan fall into her mouth. Letting you come down from your high, she waits a moment for your breaths to steady.

“Did I do okay?” she asks with a smirk.

You cover your face with your hands to hide the flush of your cheeks from her. She knew very well how she did; she just wanted to her it from you. Pulling your hands away, you place them around her neck with a content sigh.

“I think the flowers were a nice touch,” you smile softly.

Ellie returns the smile and rest her forehead on your shoulder, chuckling slightly, “Dina helped me with it. She said I kept picking out ugly ones.”

“Good to know you have no talent in floristry.” You hummed, using your fingers to play. with the hairs behind her neck.

“Hey, I tried my best.”

Ellie pulls her head back to look at you. You looked at her so affectionately that thinking about making you cry made her sick to her stomach. If she could turn back time, she would take everything she said back. She messed up and realized it, and here she is asking for forgiveness.

But, you’ve already forgiven her even before she walked passed the door.

Ellie plants kisses all over your collarbone and your neck, all the way up to your jaw. She missed you. She didn’t realize how painful it was to sleep alone at night with you not beside her to cuddle with. She ate the dinner you made for her and spent all night writing in her journal how stupid she felt.

And now, you were here with her and she couldn’t be any happier.

“I love you, Ellie,” you tell her with a smile.

“I love you. So much.”

a/n: ty for reading !! also can u imagine dina and ellie picking out flowers outside and ellie bein like “how do these look” as she holds up these dry ass, fading flowers and dina looks at her unamused like “those are fucking ugly, ellie” and ellie’s like “ok fuck you” LMAO

and there you are. still so beautiful just as the last time she laid her eyes on you. your hair was slightly damp from the shower you had taken just before she did and a silk, black robe was wrapped around you, just loose enough for her to see your cleavage. jill bites her bottom lip softly and lets out a breath before continuing to gaze at you as you place a set of clothing down on the lid of the toilet seat. 

“hey, i left you some clothes here,” she hears you say. your voice is soft and almost barely loud enough for her to hear. “i’m here if you need anything else.”

and for a moment, jill doesn’t answer. she hides behind the shower curtain and stares at the tiles beneath her feet. she’s different now and she knows this. her hair was no longer the short, brown hair you liked to play with so much, her skin was as pale as snow and right in the middle of her chest was blood dripping from the wounds left behind by the scarab device, surely leaving scars. she doubted herself a little bit. she didn’t feel beautiful. she didn’t feel confident. she was worried about what you thought of her when you looked at her. 

“i love you.”

jill pauses. the words that had left your mouth just a second ago somehow lifted some of the weight off of her shoulders, giving her enough courage to call out to you before you could leave the room.

“(y/n)?” she calls.

you stop in your tracks and immediately turn on your heel, walking towards the shower and peeking only a little to see jill’s face.

“hey,” you smile at her and jill felt a her heart warm up and, if she was being completely honest, there were butterflies in her stomach. “do you need help?”

jill shakes her head and just stares at you. you looked at her the same way you did years ago when she told you she was in love with you. the same way you looked at her when she asked you to be her girlfriend. you always seemed to have no trouble throwing all of her worries out the window with just one look at your face. 

and your eyes can’t help but travel downwards to her chest, but the naughty intentions evaporate the moment you laid your eyes on her wounds. 

“jill! you’re bleeding!” you panicked. it wasn’t bleeding a lot, but it didn’t matter. if there was any way you could stop her from feeling even the slightest discomfort, you’d do it in a heartbeat.

jill stays still, watching the worry fill your face as you take a couple seconds to inspect her injury. she wants to take it away; all of your worries, your pain, and the sadness that filled you while she was gone. and just before you could turn around to leave and grab some medical supplies, jill grabs your wrist, halting your every movement. a gasp escapes your lips when you were suddenly pulled into the shower, your back pressed up against jill’s bare front. 

you stand there, frozen still, as the cold water meets the fabric of your robe and your hair, drenching them once again. 

“jill, it’s freezing,” you complain with a smile on your face, turning your head to look at her.

instead, all you’re met with is her blonde hair as she lays her forehead against your shoulder, breathing your scent into her nose. her breaths are steady and her arms wrap around your waist tightly, releasing your wrist from her hand. she runs them up and down your sides, feeling your body against hers, in her hands. and it’s everything she could ever ask for. 

“jill?”

her name. she always loved the way her name sounded coming out of your mouth. always. you always said it with such care and love and each time, it made her smile. only this time, it felt bittersweet. it felt like it’s been so long since she heard the sound of your voice. while she was away, she kept trying to imagine your voice in her head, repeating things you’ve said to her before, always trying to keep her mental state strong and steady, but it was hard. it was hard not being able to hear you, to see you. and now, finally hearing it constantly, her heart felt relieved; relieved that she came home to you, that she was finally able to hear your voice again, to feel you in her arms. 

“hmm,” she hums against your shoulder.

you want to ask her if she’s okay, but you already know the answer to that. she has gone through so much for so long already and all you want to do is be there for her, every step of the way. 

“what are you thinking about?” you ask her, caressing the skin on her hands with your thumb as you lean your head back against her own shoulder, careful not to press against her chest too hard. 

“i’m thinking about you.”

the corner of your lips tug into a small smile, “what about me?”

“i missed you…” jill whispers, nuzzling into the side of your neck. you smelled of fresh, flowery shampoo and your skin was soft and smooth. jill couldn’t help but place a warm kiss right on your shoulder. “i wasn’t… i couldn’t control my body but, fuck, i was aware of everything… and i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“jill…”

she kisses you again, lips landing right at the side of your neck, working her way up to the skin right behind your ear, “i thought i’d never see you again. the whole time. i thought that this was it for me. but when i saw chris, i knew that that was my chance. i… i did everything i could. just for a little bit, a second, to be in control for just a second, i… i couldn’t stop thinking about you, (y/n)…”

you take her hands and lift it from your waist slightly, only to turn around slowly to look up at her. jill rests her hands at your waist again, this time pulling you even closer to her, close enough to be able to feel your breath against her skin. you wrap your arms around her neck and brush her wet hair away from her face. 

and there’s jill. the same jill you met years ago. the same jill that was terrible at flirting. the same jill who always made time for you despite all the work she had to do. the same jill who loved you and always did and would do everything and anything to protect you. only now, she’s carrying much more weight on her shoulders. 

the water running down her face masked the tears on her cheeks, but you saw right through it. you knew from the moment she rested her forehead against your shoulder that she was holding back her tears and the hands that held you tightly around your waist were trembling slightly. and you can’t help but do the same thing. a sob escapes your lips as you lean forward, nestling your face against her neck.

“i missed you so much,” you were barely able to choke out. 

jill holds you even tighter while you cry on her bare shoulder. she knows you thought she had died three years ago when chris came back alone without his partner. she knows about how much grief you went through trying to accept the fact that she was gone. if she could, she would do anything to take all of that away from you. 

when your sobs die down several minutes later, you lift your head up from her shoulder to take a moment to look at her. you push her blonde hair away from her face once again and you can’t but smile, despite the tears still running down your face.

“do you hate it?” jill asks, squeezing your hips lightly with her hands.

“hate what?”

“my hair.”

you stare at her with a soft smile and shake your head, “i don’t hate it.”

“why?” jill looks down at her hands, the ones down by your hips, ashamed.

“why?” you repeat, watching your girlfriend carefully before continuing to speak. “because as much as it reminds you of what you went through, it’s proof that you survived. these wounds on your chest, it’s proof that you’re alive right now. i do, in fact, hate that bastard wesker for putting you through so much pain… but i love your hair, jill. whether it’s blonde, brown, whatever. it doesn’t change how i feel about you. you’re still the person i fell in love with. everything about you now, just proves to me how strong you are. you were strong enough to come home to me.”

jill lets out a sigh of relief. she was home. every time she’s with you, she felt loved, accepted and cared for. she loved every single thing about it and every single thing about you. 

“and i never thought i’d say this, but blonde actually looks really good on you.”

jill chuckles for moment before leaning in and pressing her lips against yours. the kiss was soft and sweet, but jill’s hands were rough, tugging the fabric of your robe, pulling it hard enough so that it comes loose on your shoulders. jill moans into your mouth as she continues to pull your robe off, determined to get it off of you. 

you push jill’s shoulders lightly with a teasing smile as you pull away from her lips. it was almost to small to notice, but there was, without a doubt, a pout on jill’s face the moment you stopped kissing her. 

“as much as i wanna continue this, valentine,” you pointed to her chest, right where her wounds were, and smirked. “this needs my attention.”

jill returns the smug smile, “only if you keep the robe off… think i need you to be my sexy nurse for tonight.”