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[Riley just smiles and then looks away.]

...I wasn't.

[It knocks the smile off Ellie's face, and she feels her heart give a leap, like it's trying to climb right out of her chest.

Whoa. Whoafuck. Okay.

She has to remind herself to suck in a breath, and her cheeks feel hot. Her mouth works, and she blurts it out, almost stuttering.]

Mine is you.

I mean-

I.

Oh god dammit.

[Smooth, Ellie.]

Edited 2014-03-28 08:18 (UTC)

[Damn is she glad it's dark outside. It helps to hide the blush on her dark skin because wow...fuck. And she thought she was being the bold one?

Holy shit, she has to find words now. Right.

Words are hard.]

I guess that works out for us...

[What? That sounds stupid. Good job. Okay, take two.]

...that our types are each other.

[That was not fixing that, Riley.

Yeah. Really glad it's dark.]

[... fuck. And here Riley's the smooth one. Ellie opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. Instead, she shuts it and laces their fingers together, clearing her throat as she straightens up.]

D'you...

[It's hard to breathe again, in a way that has nothing to do with her injured lungs. It comes out in a breathless half-laugh, then leaks away into a thoughtful, warm silence.]

Mind if I tell people that I'm- [She searches for the word, the phrase. All the titles seem so freaking archaic and weird. Eventually she settles on something that fits. Something Riley's always called her, which takes on a new meaning now.]

-your girl?

[Okay so maybe that wasn't as dumb as it sounded to her. Then again, it's probably not too hard to sound smooth to someone who doesn't know much about this either. Benefits to not know what the fuck they're doing, she guesses?

Still, Ellie asks that and her hand squeezes the one she's holding. Holy shit, this is real. Ellie is her girl. All the other words or tiles or whatever the hell they are just don't work but that one thing she's always called Ellie is just...

Fuck, it's perfect.]

Yeah. I don't mind.

[She looks over at her then actually gets bold enough to be the one to give Ellie a kiss. Riley just thinks it feels sort of...right. Like it's a good moment or something.]

I'll tell them you're my girl too.

[Sure she already does but now it'll really mean something new and special.]

[The kiss leaves her tingly and a little speechless. Every now and again they sneak them. Little bits of intimacy, a touch that didn't have to happen, always feeling like they're getting away with something.

This kiss is a little different. Ellie can't put her finger on it, but it tastes like everything that's been missing.]

Okay.

[The whisper comes out half-giddy, and it feels like the smile's going to break her face. She leans in to kiss her again, and this time it isn't short. It's a heady feeling, knowing she has not just permission, but the sole permission to be doing this.]

[She feels like she's drunk. That kind of buzz where everything in the world is just really fucking amazing. Why? It doesn't matter why so long as it is. And damn is it ever.

Riley is just so...so...happy. Yeah, that's it. She's just really fucking happy.

And she's down for going on with this kiss. Sure it's just like a lingering press of lips without it getting...in depth but it's perfect. Because it's Ellie. And it's them. And it's...

Yeah. Really fucking happy.]

[It still blows Ellie completely away that this is happening, that this thing -- the her and Riley together thing -- is real. There are still moments when she kisses her that she wants to pinch herself directly after.

Just to make sure.

Because not only is it real, but Riley's alive. And here. And holy shit, there's no way Ellie's losing her again. She's warm and solid, and going nowhere. And before Ellie can think about it, she moves closer, grips the shoulder of her shirt to hold on, like she might disappear if she doesn't.]

[Ellie clings to her and for a moment Riley's sure her heart just stops. Her girl doesn't have to say anything for her to really get what that emotion is. It's one she's felt before and it's not long before she twists herself enough to wrap her arms around Ellie to hold her close.

This is real. They have a chance for that life together here. This is the kind of thing they'd hoped to figure out together on their own but had never been able to due to the Infected.

She's alive, Ellie's her girl, they're kissing.

They can be happy here...

Holding her tight, she just lets all of that sink in.]

[By the time the kiss ends, they're both breathless and wrapped up together, and Ellie feels like somebody two blocks away must be able to hear her heart pounding.

She hadn't expected it to feel so good.]

... holy shit.

[Rather than pull away, she rests her forehead against Riley's shoulder, taking a few seconds to try and put herself back together again.]

Wow.

Heh. Yeah.

[What else is there to say? Riley certainly can't cover it better than that. Just...wow.]

Maaaaaaybe we should come up here together more often.

[Okay maybe she can think of something to add.]

Sh'yeah, maybe?

[Still a little breathless, Ellie cracks up, looking up at the stars, at her.]

... great view.

[This is probably the cheesiest thing she's ever said but she's so not looking at the stars when she says:]

Yeah. Great view.

[Ellie sputters, and reaches out to push on Riley's cheek.]

... holy shit. That was- that was bad.

[Riley laughs. She meant it but she's not even going to deny how bad that line was.]

Yeah but you totally liked it.

You're lucky you're cute, 'cause you're not getting anywhere with that shit-

[Ellie just breaks off laughing.]

Why yes. I'm really fucking adorable. Never fear though, I'll help you be as cute as I am.

Cute and modest.

Modesty? Who needs it?

[Ellie gives her a sideways look, and can't keep a straight face. She starts giggling.]

[She bursts out laughing with her, unable to contain it at this point.]

[Ellie nudges her fondly, still snickering, and gets up to her feet, tugging gently on her hand.]

Come on. Let's see if there's anything left in the fridge.

I'm always down for food.

[Riley does like to think with her stomach. There's no doubts about that. Getting up, she helps Ellie to get down before swinging back in herself.]

So, you think there's actually anything but bacon in there?

You're thinking about the freezer.

[Ellie follows, swinging in a window and nearly kicking a lamp off a desk, cussing softly.]

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