fawn ! 🍓

so it shouldn’t be a surprise that the feelings finally got too strong and you both got fed up with the constant tension. you stared at her and this time she stared back, finding your eyes beautiful and enchanting.

and before you could even say anything, she leaned in. she wasn’t a bit awkward and clumsy at first, unsure if it was really okay. but when you kissed back, lord, she melted. she let out a soft whine against your mouth and you hoped the kiss muffled the goddamn sound. sure, she sounded sexy, of course, but you were still in a library.

fuck, you were in a library. right. you chose an empty corner away from anyone and everyone, curled up between bookshelves. if only you two can keep quiet…

“you’re overthinking everything again.” she whispered against your lips, voice hushed, breath heavy, hands stopping moving against the curves of your waist as she opened her eyes to look into yours, “want to stop?”

you knew she would listen if you said yes. you know you should say yes. you’re in a library, for god’s sake. but her lips are so warm and her slightly trembling hands feel nice against your skin after she sneakily smuggled them underneath your lacy top that was making her dizzy the whole day.

“no. don’t stop.” you finally replied before kissing her yet again, tilting your head to let you two smush your lips together even more. she parted her lips, her tongue darting out to gently lap along your bottom lip before you let her in, the kiss turning even messier.

“so damn pretty. so beautiful. ‘s impossible. how are you so perfect, angel?” she rambled in a whisper when her lips moved lower, voice hushed against your skin as she left soft pecks and nibbles. her hands made themselves cozy on the rolls on your stomach, her touch almost worshipful, so gentle and careful and yet feeling like something she wished to do for a while.

you couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly at her soft praises as you tilted your head back, exposing more of your neck for her. you had your hands shakily messing with the fabric of her t-shirt that was too big on her.

“can you be a bit quieter? i really don’t want to be caught like this.” you whispered with a soft huff, eyes widening when one of her hands undid your zipper, stuffing her hand in your jeans. holy fuck, that nerd was way bolder than she looked like. she seemed like a completely different person now, looking at you with a silent question as her fingers tugged at the lacy waistband of your panties.

“…fine.” you whispered, without her even having to ask out loud what she wanted. it was obvious what she wanted. you’d have to be blind to not see the need in her eyes, gae pleading and begging so desperately.

and she didn’t wait for more - the moment you nodded with your whisper, her hand dove into your panties and she hid her face in your shoulder to muffle a whiny moan. it’s like she herself was getting fingered and not the other way.

you had to bite your lip when she rubbed the pads of her two fingers around your clit. jesus, it’s like she already perfectly knew your body. one of your hands moved into her hair, tangling in between her choppy strands of short, auburn wolf cut, tugging just a bit.

“so wet.” she whispered, smiling against the skin of your neck. cocky ass. you’d reply with something, anything, but just then she moved her hand lower, one of her fingers wet enough to try and prod at your hole before slipping in, making you arch your back off your seat, the chair making a scraping noise. you both stopped your movements immediately, to listen if anyone was getting closer or reacting at that noise. your eyes widened as ou looked at ellie when you heard footsteps, but the only thing she did was slowly moving her finger deeper and out and again, searching for that one spot.

you looked at her with a begging gaze, your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip to keep quiet. she was watching your face, a small smirk tugging at her lips right before she pushed other finger in. the slick noise wasn’t too loud, so she didn’t stop. hell, she really wanted to go faster and make you moan. preferably moan her name out loud.

but she was nice enough to keep it slow and gentle. she scissored her fingers inside you, as if completely unaware of the fact that someone was getting closer to both of you. but it was worse than that - she was completely aware of the fact that another poor student was walking towards you two, and it seemed like she was getting off on that fact herself. who would’ve guessed she’s a pervert like that?

the footsteps slowed down nearby and you had to muffle your mouth with your hand, biting at your palm.

thank god the person didn’t decide to ruin the two of you and chose a bookshelf that you two were behind, and not the next one. still, as ellie kept her fingers, soaked, inside your pussy, you heard the person shuffling around with the books, humming as if not able to choose.

they finally picked a book and started walking away, not interested and not aware of the fact that there was something indecent happening on the other side of the bookshelf.

ellie only smiled before fastening her moves, stealing a whimper from your mouth that your palm didn’t muffle completely. oh, what a beautiful sound it was.

“c’mon. please, please, come.” she mumbled, looking up at you, the wet noises getting a bit louder. you threw your head back, trying your best to be as quiet as possible, your thighs shaking as you caged her hand right there, between your legs, your hips rolling forwward as if desperaate to get more and more.

“y’did so good. such a smart, pretty girl, angel.” she whispered, pressing a few kisses up your shoulder and neck.

you’d have to study for an upcoming exam some other time.

normally she’d never let anyone paint her nails. ellie wasn’t a very feminine person and she disliked having long nails. she picked on them and skin around them often, from nerves or just mindlessly as a tick of some kind. and yet, here she was, letting you paint her nails after you begged her.

she complied only because you had that pouty face that made her weak, and because you agreed to black nail polish. so now you were here, sitting on your bed, having her hand in yours, cigarettes after sex playing quietly in the background making you sway to the calm music from time to time.

“this is stupid.” she mumbled with a stubborn huff, still trying to act as if she wasn’t enjoying this, enjoying having your attention on her, your hands around hers. she would lose the ‘tough girl’ title if she let herself enjoy this. the official version was that you, her lovely girlfriend, simply forced her to do this.

even though just a few moments after you began she asked “could you also to small stars with that dark green?” with a curious gaze on your other nail polishes.

you laughed softly at that question, immensely pleased as you nodded happily, giving her hand a light squeeze. you’d gladly doll up her nails every time she’s let you. beside the fact that you simply love holding her hands, you also are glad to have fun with manicure, glad to have a little mouse to test on.

you bit your lip, looking down at her nails with focus, carefully applying the nail polish to her now black nails with a tiny, thin brush to draw stars using the dark green polish like ellie wanted, decorating her middle and ring fingers on both hands.

she laughed amused when she noticed the fingers you chose, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

“what?” you replied, looking up, “you’re the one who immediately thought about that, perv.”

“mm, sure, pretty. just continue. i’m not going to be this good for hours, y’know.” ellie replied, waving her fingers with a smirk.

“what, gonna be a brat soon?” you asked, humming as you pulled her hand a bit closer.

“nah. you’re the one that usually gets bratty, not me. ‘m just saying, you know me. sitting in one place is hard.” you hummed in reply, slowly, carefully finishing the little stars on her nails.

“perfect.” you said, satisfied as you closed the nail polish cap, admiring your work, your eyes on her hands.

“…yeah. perfect.” she agreed, staring at your face with a soft gaze, admiring quietly for just a moment.

for a while you just cuddled quietly, humming from time to time as she smiled against your skin. you knew damn well how much she loved when you play with her hair, so you did that, too. you ran your fingers through her shaggy haircut, twirling the auburn strands around your fingers, scratching her scalp.

“swear i could get on my knee and marry you right ‘bout now, sweets.” she mumbled out with a pleased groan, nuzzling her face into your skin before taking a deep breath of your scent as if a drag of a cigarette. she was addicted to you and she couldn’t help it.

“you’re silly.” you whispered in a reply, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you continued to play with her hair with one hand, your other hand reaching for nintendo switch laying on your nightstand.

“look, els. i made your mii a book of jokes.” you spoke up after a pleasant while of silence, ellie still clinging to you as you played the new tomodachi game. you’ve been torturing her ass with it lately, showing off how cute you made her mii, how her mii loved astronaut food, how you helped her mii save up for a trip to moon.

and she couldn’t lie about getting hooked on it. she liked listening to your stories about making you-mii bump into ellie-mii. you two got so excited when ellie-mii finally developed a crush on you-mii and ellie immediately said “oh my god, it’s like in real life!”

it was adorable how much she paid attention to your silly game. even now, when she was so close to falling asleep, she kept letting out soft hums to let you know she’s still listening.

“she’s gonna love it.” she replied, talking about the joke book you spent quite a while on in creating mode.

so you turned just a bit to let her see the screen of your console as you waved the little orange book around ellie-mii, smiling at the tiny arms reaching out. finally, after a bit of teasing and a nudge from real ellie, you let the mii receive the book, watching her reaction with curiosity.

“what’s that cutscene?” ellie mumbled, looking up at you before moving her gaze back to the screen, her brows furrowing the slightest.

“…she hates it.” you replied, blinking a few times at that sight. “like, really hates it. wow.”

ellie scoffed, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

“she’s tasteless then.” she replied, trying not to giggle at your dissappointed reaction to her own mii hating something she personally loved. “at least she knows your mii is perfect.”

“was thinking maybe i should forget ‘bout hockey today, but you know how my coach is. pain in the ass.” she huffed, nose scrunching up in that distinctive way of hers before she gently nibbled on the skin of the crook of your neck.

“poor thing.” you cooed quietly in a hushed whisper, which only spurred her need more as her tongue sneaked past her lips and ended up licking your throat a few times.

she almost whimpered at your words and when one of your hands landed up in her hair. poor thing missed you so much, even though you saw each other just two days ago. too long, texted you vi earlier today, it’s like torture.

and you had to agree with it - being away from her did feel like torture. so you had some pity on her and texted her to meet you after her hockey practice.

“you feel so damn good.” she continued rambling, one of her hands moving up, higher and higher until it rested over your breast, fondling and squeezing over your bra like it was the first time she ever felt your tits. which, obviously, wasn’t. she saw, felt snd played with them countless times before and yet every single time she worshipped your body as if it was the first and possibly last time she had that chance.

“‘n looking so pretty for me, too. dressed up all for me, right?” she was in a zone, not even really listening to your answers as she kept being all over you like a starved dog.

and when it came to that moment she couldn’t take it anymore and wanted to kiss you, she gave you the puppiest eyes ever, a tiny pout tugging at her scarred lips that made you want to coo even harder and maybe pinch her cheeks.

she dived in, kissing you like she was starving, small noises escaping her throat and getting muffled against your lips. her hands kept themselves busy with your tits and, even though she tried to be gentle, she couldn’t help herself from treating your boobs like stress toys, so plushy and perfect to squeeze.

all the while she pushed her thigh between your legs, mumbling against your lips about how she needs you to use her to make yourself feel good, so desperate to hear you whimper and moan. at that point she wished she had way more hands so she could touch you everywhere, possibly maybe stuff your mouth with her fingers too, and push one hand into your pants and underwear. maybe two, actually, so she could finger you with one hand and play with your clit with another.

“you make me feral.” she panted out, breaking the kiss, looking at you with half lidded eyes and a heated gaze, trying to calm down after all the thoughts of ruining you right there and then, where anyone could pass by you two at any moment.

she kept whispering small ‘please’s and letting out quiet whines, looking like she’d actually cry if you didn’t let her push her hand into your jeans and bring you to tears herself.

and what could you do, other than letting her unzip your jeans slowly and push her hand down? when she was pleading so sweetly, like a needy puppy? you just had to agree, right? had to let her please herself by pleasing you.

“fuck, you’re soaked. missed me too, huh? bet you did.” she kept on rambling as she stuffed her hand into your panties, moving down through the hair and feeling the way you were wet, fingers teasing you for just a moment before she herself grew too needy and gently slipped her middle finger in, filling you slowly with her thick finger.

“be sweet and let me hear you, pretty. please?” she whispered in your ear before she continued pressing wet kisses along your jawline meanwhile her finger moved continuously, stretching you out and curling inside your pussy for a moment before she got greedy and added a second finger, almost groaning too loud at the feeling of your juices coating her fingers so quickly and easily.

she could get off only with your moans and the feeling of your pussy. even more so if she could see your face all twisted in pleasure, nose scrunched up and brows furrowed, head thrown back against the wall, just like now. you’re looking like an angel to her right now and if she could, she’d take a photo. if she had a free hand, that is, she’d definitely take a photo right now.

but her hands were too greedy to stop touching you even for a second, so she kept fondling with your breast with one hand and plunging her fingers int your cunt with other, her thumb clumsily rubbing your clit.

this was too much and at the same time not enough and you had hard time keeping quiet. you didn’t want the whole world to hear you begging her to give you more and more and you definitely didn’t want people to hear the way you were moaning.

you grinded down on her fingers, back arching as she kept giving you more, whispering praises, coaxing you to just cum and give it to her. she was so desperate to make you feel good.

and you had a feeling she wouldn’t be satisfied with just one round.

and she did well. she achieved that, was respected in all the parts of kingdom. a bit of a womanizer even, when she got out of her awkward, nervous phase. she was still secretly a nerd, crazy about the stars and astrophysics and constellations. she just kept this part of her to herself.

she knew she was getting reckless. with age she wanted to prove everyone that she is still useful and can be great and powerful. she was an honored and valued knight of the kingdom, even serving the queen herself for a while. but she got careless. and the worst part? she could only blame herself.

it was almost embarrassing what happened to have her land here, in this little village up north of the kingdom, in a peaceful, small but cozy cottage with a stable for her horse, shimmer.

she was on her horse, making her way to the royal stables when a fox from the nearby woods ran in front of shimmer, scaring the horse, which ended up with ellie tumbling down, her unsheathed sword digging into her calf.

"that's what ya get for always wavin' that thing 'round. god damn it." mumbled joel, the stableman that ellie built a deep father-daughter relationship with as he helped her reach the healer. it was so obvious the old man was panicking that ellie ended up being the one to comfort him as she laid on a bed, having the healer hover nearby to fix this mess.

ellie was deemed retired the moment she had the sword out of her calf and everyone made sure she wouldn't die. it was cruel, ellie thought. she felt like they just threw her out the moment she got some trouble.

it wasn't like that, obviously - everyone valued her and if there was a chance this never happened, she would've been happily serving the crown in her own way. but it did happen. days, weeks, months of slow, painful and annoying recovery. the chances she could run as fast as she was able to year ago were... yeah. and, let's not lie to ourselves. ellie was getting older.

nearing her forties, which was an amazing age for a knight to reach. well, a retired knight now, but, still. a few gray hairs were visible in the mess of her naturally auburn choppy hairstyle.

everyone's priority was for ellie to get better. she had enough money to invest in a small cottage somewhere far away from the palace. she couldn't bear seeing these young knights often. she felt pain in her heart, and that phantom pain in her calf.

you entered her life as a housewarming‘gift’ from her knight friends - a maid that would cook and clean. they didn’t want ellie to be all alone, and you found it cute of them.

at first she was against this whole thing. a grumpy, oldish and retired knight had no right having a cheery, bubbly maid like you around. she was a bit depressed, feeling as if her life lost all her purpose. she was a knight, god damn it. not a house body. not someone that would settle down, especially not in a tiny village where everyone knew everyone’s business.

but you somehow made it. you wormed your way through her cold walls, reaching her soft, vulnerable heart.

“…don’t say anything about it. just— thought the dining room could use some colours.” she said one day, standing in front of you with one hand out, a bouquet of wildflowers clumsily tied with few grass strands. she looked almost nervous and it was adorable. she was adorable. with her freckles and few wrinkles, forest green eyes looking everywhere but at you until you took the messy bouquet from her.

“thank you, sir williams.” you replied, slowly walking towards the table to put the flowers in a pretty vase, gentle and soft.

“how many times do i have to say it? you can just call me ellie, seriously.” she said, stalking after you, her movements slow. she wasn’t using the cane she was supposed to carry all the time, that stubborn ass.

“you’re a knight. some respect is due, don’t you think?”

“a retired knight.” she sighed, hating that word, but wager to bring it up just to prove her point.

“still…” you whispered, turning around to face her, looking up at her with a slightly worried expression on your face, “there’s a hierarchy here.”

“is there?” she mused, one of her thick eyebrows raised as she kept her eyes on you. “you’ve been here, what, few months? every day i feel more and more tempted to drop it. ignore it. forget that you’re basically at work here.”

her words did catch you off guard a bit. you weren’t used to her using her charm on you. you never heard her tone turn this sultry before. ever since she retired, she thought it useless to continue flirting with ladies - ‘who would want a clumsy, stupid ex-knight like me?’ she thought, pretty sure she lost that ability.

“…you’re messing up my head. lord, i’m too old for you.” she sighed out loud, taking a step back and shaking her head.

you instinctively followed, taking a step forward to keep the space between you two as small as possible without your chests being pressed together.

“‘too old’? you’re not in your eighties, sir— …ellie.” you whispered her name under your breath, tasting it on your tongue, almost shivering. you imagined saying it out loud to her countless times, but this was the first time you actually, really did it.

“tell me to stop. tell me to back off, please.” she whispered, one of her hands moving to brush some of your hair behind your ear before she let her fingertips trail the way along your jawline.

her fingers, so calloused and yet so gentle, were making you melt into her touch. you couldn’t fight it. couldn’t forget about the way you two slowly got closer to each other with every single day. you remembered how hard it was to talk with her the first month of work. you two just coexisted then. now? now she can’t imagine breakfast without you hovering near. she can’t imagine coming back from her stable and finding the cottage empty. she needs you.

she found something else worth living for besides being a knight.

and she wasn’t about to let you go.

your constant emails and beggings scored you a small tour around the tower - the places where guests were alright. sadly, no secred cave stuff, nothing too fancy. just stuff only an intelligent person could be giddy about, an IT worker heaven.

and then, they told you, an interview. you almost squealed. not with spiderman, sadly, but with one of the interns that takes care of preserving the suit. the intern that takes care of some basics of IT, some math and physics nerd. as it turns out, that's the 'secret, mysterious, nonchalant lesbian' from NYU that you saw a few times while wandering around the campus. the one that everyone talked about lately, how she actually got the internship here.

damn. talk about coincidences, huh?

when you saw her, you felt yourself getting a bit more giddy. it was becoming real. your first step towards becoming a journalist prodigy.

you tried not to think that it's basically like interviewing a classmate. because it's not. it's not, it's not, it's not. that would sound a bit more pathetic than interviewing the intern working for tony stark. so, you tried to forget about NYU for a moment.

you even doubted she ever noticed you before. she seemed so… closed off. only keeping near her two friends that seemed to have way more will to live than her grumpy ass.

and now you were there. right in front of her. with mr. stark next to you, a charming smile on his lips, as always. you gave the girl a small smile, extending your hand for a handshake. she glanced down, immediately wiping her hands down her jeans before accepting the gesture, shaking your hand a bit too hard, her gaze stuck on the acrylic nails, colourful and pretty.

"williams. uh, ellie williams. i'm… the intern." she spoke up, a nervous smile on her lips. great, she thought, now i actually have to pretend that i'm an intern.

start left you two and she awkwardly gave you a tour around her 'office' which was, well, a small, cluttered room where she kept counting things, fixing suits, trying new technology. ain't that much of an office.

she led you to a few other rooms where you could see more technology, and then you two began the interview.

ellie was freaking out internally. she knew stark did it on purpose. she was sure. a pretty girl wanting an interview and he immediately pushes her to busy ellie? yeah, that's a dirty move. she definitely saw that little smirk stark had on his face, eyes twinkling in mischief as he claimed the title of a 'smooth wingman', as if she asked for his help.

at first she scrambled with her answers, too scared to reveal too much when the pretty girl stared at her, actually listening and writing down like an eager student. but soon ellie got into her zone, talking and talking, like the little nerd she is, almost rambling about the technology. and, shit, you were still listening. that alone almost stole her heart. she shook her head, huffing at herself and how she acted around pretty girls. she knew both jesse and dina would've laughed at her if they saw her like that.

when you got all the information needed to make a nice, pretty and all professional interview you slipped her a small piece of paper with your number and a small smiley face drawn in the corner.

"you should text me. so i can get you coffee one day, as a thank you? for the interview and all." you offered with a tiny smile of your own, looking up at her ad you waited for an answer.

"well, um— isn't it a bit unprofessional, miss interviewer?" she asked with a nervous laugh, one hand scratching her neck whole the other accepted the paper slip, nimble fingers with short nails and tiny scars and freckles brushed its fingertips against your manicured fingers on accident as she tried to play it all off.

"can't i ask you out for coffee as a friend from college? c'mon, don't be such a rule-follower." you replied lightly with a joking tone.

the truth is that she wanted to go out with you, duh - even if she would be the one to pay for coffees, even though she still doesn't like black coffee, even though she's all nervous around you, obviously she'd want to go. but she thought about spiderman. about her work. what if something happens when you two are out and she has to suddenly run cause there's a robbery not too far away? it would make her look like an asshole, leaving you like that.

"i'll think about it. you're good at persuading." she replied smoothly with a crooked smile, slipping the folded paper into the back pocket of her jeans with a nod. she already knew the answer, though - no. she knew love wasn't for her, love wasn't for a part-time hero. almost an all-time hero, actually, with the way she's always on the run.

she knew she won't text you. you'll forget about it soon and that's that. and she knew her friends would say the same thing. 'a date? ellie, what if….' and all that shit. she knew it by her heart already.

and yet, she gave you a promise, fingers crossed behind her back before she slipped them out of her pocket.

she led you outside stark tower, engaging in a casual talk about everything. thankfully you talked much, so she wasn't worried about the awkward silence.

you left after a handshake and a smile, pleased with how this whole thing went. it's almost funny how in your head you scored a new friend, someone incredibly smart, someone that was talk of the campus - while she, in her head, thought about how she'll have to lay low around the campus so she doesn't bump into you and get forced to a coffee hangout.

she didn't want you to take it personally, definitely no. but she'd hate herself if she got you in trouble because of her dangerous second life. you were too sweet and full of life to get involved with the damn spiderman. unaware, too. she had to keep you safe, even if it meant making you think badly of ellie.