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Teamwork	By : TextualDeviant Category: +G through L > Last of Us, The Views: 40366 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The frantic sprint she had her horse in slowed to a gallop as they neared the house. It felt like minutes ago – although it was closer to hours – that pulling an arrow out of a rabbit turned into a standoff, which turned into a trade made at gunpoint. And although they let her go, when she ran, she knew she was running for her life. But she had finally made it back to the house - alive and with the little brown sack that made it all worth it.
She stopped the horse, jumped off it, and began guiding it by its reins towards the garage; their slow steps crushing the snow beneath them. Every breath her pounding heart drew in was heavy and cold. She felt tired and week. But none of that could slow her down. Undaunted, she kept walking forward.
“Okay…” she muttered to herself.
She didn’t have any experience with administering antibiotics, but she had an idea, and that would have to do. Backpack in tow she walked down to the basement.
“Joel?” she asked, though not expecting a response.
“Oh…I only managed to get a little bit of food” she explained as she placed herself by his side. “But… I did get this” she said, extracting a vial and syringe from her backpack. He could only mutter and wheeze in response. She removed his blanket, uncovering the wound. “Move your arm…” Her instructions were gentle, but he couldn’t follow them.
“Here we go” she told him, preparing the syringe.
She wasn’t sure if he was even awake, but he felt the needle.
“Sorry…All done. That’s it” she said, tucking him back in.
“You’re going to make it.”
Her assurance was confident, almost triumphant.
It had been a very long day and she felt as fatigued as the adrenaline would let her. Ellie rested herself by Joel – using the backpack as a pillow – and got as comfortable as she could. She set her hand near his shoulder – a comfort mostly to her – as she closed her eyes. But it wasn’t quite darkness that she saw.
It was a strange time to think about it but she couldn’t push the man in the magazine out of her head. The way he was laying there, like Joel was now. He must have been breathing pretty hard too, just like Joel was, because of the woman who was doing a little more than just lying beside him.
But by now his breathing had calmed, and he had stopped muttering. She knew she shouldn’t wake him – and that she wouldn’t if she did it in another room - but she couldn’t help herself. More than that: she needed to do it there.
Her eyes flickered open as she slowly, quietly, removed the hand she placed on him, and put it flat against her stomach. She worked her hand past her waist, her fingers running through her hair, until she found herself.
“Ah…” she let out. She closed her eyes in excited pleasure.
She gently, yet so eagerly, pushed her middle finger between her lips. It had been so long since she felt like this, but even then she had never felt it quite like this. She opened her eyes, setting her gaze back on Joel. It would be better to keep them open, she realized.
Continuing to rub herself she rolled back slightly and reached for the sack with her free hand. It was cheap rough cloth, but to keep herself clean it would do. She slowly slid it down her pants, briefly staying her finger, and pressed it against herself. It was coarse, yet not unpleasantly so, just like she had imagined Joel’s hands to be.
“Uh…” It was her turn to moan.
With the cloth now snugly in place she freed her left hand –switching it with her left – and gently slid it under Joel’s blanket. It crept up the waist of his pants and rested on his hip. With no change in his expression it proceeded downward, past his thigh, and sprawled itself firmly over his crotch.
As she held the both of them in her hands she neared climax. Having been gradually inching herself closer to Joel she pressed her body against his. Neither the sounds she was making – that of her finger against her flesh and fabric – nor her breath against his face seemed to bother him. So she allowed herself to make more noise as she rubbed her clit harder and faster, and for her breathing to become hotter and heavier until – finally – she came. It took all her willpower not to scream out, or to squeeze Joel any harder than she was.
Waiting until after she caught her breath to remove her hand from Joel, she deftly retracted it. She carefully removed the cloth from herself, curled it up, and placed it the backpack for safekeeping.
She pushed herself back away from Joel slightly, returned her head to her ‘pillow,’ and again closed her eyes. She sank slowly back into the quite dark, more exhausted than ever.
Yet not satisfied. Still close enough to Joel to feel his warmth and hear his now peaceful breathing she felt not just restless but…wanting. She sat up and began stripping herself; knowing that this time would have to be more intense, and that she wanted it to be.
The first to fall to the ground was her shirt after peeling it off her arms. Her pants followed as she pushed them down her legs. She unclasped her bra, as quietly as she could, and exhaled in relief having felt constrained for far too long. Her thumbs slowly worked themselves between the elastic of her panties and her waist, but before pushing them off she paused.
She had been bold until now, and knew she was about to be more so, but she hadn’t tried to deliberately wake him. She knew it was important for him to rest, and that if he did wake up he would stop her – he would get angry anyway. Still, she wanted him to see her like this. She wanted to be able to ask for companionship rather than use a sleeping facsimile. She wanted him to want her back. She wanted a lot of things but she wanted him to wake up first.
But he didn’t. Before she could truly feel disappointed she had peeled her underwear off and discarded them, tossing them with the rest of her clothes. Naked except for her socks she walked down by Joel’s feet.
“Sorry if the smell finishes you off…” she whispered, remembering she hadn’t had anything like a shower in weeks.
For some reason he didn’t seem to find that funny.
Undaunted she got on all fours, and began nuzzling her way under his blanket. She enjoyed the audaciousness of it although she genuinely was getting cold. Joel’s scent had mixed with the hot heavy air trapped by the blanket. It felt intoxicating, almost suffocating, yet she paused to indulge in it.
She carefully nuzzled her way beside him and rolled the blanket down just enough for her face to peak out. Once again she gently slid her hand to his groin, clutching him firmly yet not too tightly, and positioned herself against him. Being as close as she was to him before – as distant and cold as it was – had excited her. But this time all that separated them was a single thin layer of clothing; it was intimate, exhilarating.
“I want you to make my pages sticky” she whispered, this time mock-seductively. He remained silent, but she was confident he would have found it funny.
Letting out another satisfied sigh of relief, she returned her finger to herself. Her clit was still tender from the last time, but it was wanting and ready. The noises she made were muffled slightly but even if they weren’t she wouldn’t have been able to hold back. She gently released her grip on Joel, but almost not gently enough as he leaned his head toward her. Her heart, already racing, began pumping even faster – her hand petrified.
But again he remained asleep as she retracted her hand, placing it by her other. With a quiet slosh she inserted a finger into herself. She didn’t know if it was the noises she was making, the pressure of her body against his, or her breath against his neck and face that woke him up – but to her delight he had.
“…Ellie…? What are…?” he mumbled.
His eyes flicker open but he was almost immediately pulled back asleep.
She had opened her mouth, but not to talk. She only continued moaning as she slid her index finger in with her other.
All she could think of was the man in the magazine, and what Joel would feel like instead of her hands. But that’s not where her fantasy ended: instead of just envisioning the man and woman for inspiration she imaged the two of them in their place. She imagined the two of them bound tightly, him filling her up and herself enveloping him. She imagined him wanting her as much as she wanted him – but even that wasn’t quite enough.
She wiggled up closer to his face without slowing her assault on herself.
“Fuck me, Joel” she whispered not so quietly, her tone betraying her desperate desire as she added her ring finger to the others.
To not just imagine it and keep her lust to herself, but to finally say it out loud – to share – felt incredible, freeing. That was enough.
Thrusting ‘Joel’ harder and deeper into herself as he rubbed her aching clit she reached orgasm. Her entire body curled into each of her convulsions as her eyes and teeth tightened –almost crushing themselves. As soon as she was able to speak she cried out in blissful agony.
“Ah…fuck me” she begged again.
She continued playing with herself but eventually relinquished, resisting the urge to pass out. Brushing her now dry lips against his cheek before parting she ventured back out into the cold, carrying some of his warmth with her.
In some small capacity Joel had fucked her, and that was enough - at least for tonight. Exhausted, but smiling for the first time in months, she put her head down on her backpack and quickly fell into deep, heavy sleep.
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