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Long Distance!Ellie pt 2

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Part One

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CW: NSFW (Not a ton but enough to warrant a warning)

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❥…She’s bad at sexting. I’m so sorry. She gets better! She’s not bound to be stuck in an eternal loop of silly sexts. She would eventually get better. But before she did, she definitely got a little shy about it and ended up making some silly joke 9/10 times. You’d make a passing comment about sending her a ‘scandalous picture’ to cheer her up on a bad day and she would send you some joking text like: “Scandalous!!!! Not in my straight christian home!”. The deep sigh that emits from your chest every time that joke comes from her could blow away a whole city. “Hey sexy, what’re you wearing?” She’s a little confused because you’re on facetime, she thought you could see. “Uhh… Green shirt with dinosaurs on it that I got from the little boys section and old boxers I’ve had for way too long…black socks… why?” She treats it like an OOTD. Unprompted tit pic? Met with a “Nice tits babe! 10/10!”

❥When she starts to get the hint of what you’re saying she becomes obsessed with teasing you. “Wish you were here with me. I would kill to have you in my arms right now.” Going off on a long scene of how she’d be running her hands up and down your body and littering kisses all over you has your face growing hot. Your cheek muscles strained as you try to deny the embarrassed grin from erupting over your face.

❥Shower pictures. Every time Ellie showers you better expect pictures of her posed in front of a steamy mirror. Steam swiped away to show her torso. Towel wrapped lowly around her waist and the top of her bush peeking out. Sometimes she flexes her muscles if she’s feeling extra confident after a workout but that’s pretty rare. She feels a bit silly sending the promiscuous pictures sometimes but she knows you like them and she would do anything to make you happy. And she can’t lie, she loves seeing your reaction to the indecent photos. “AWOOOGAH” “pissing, shitting, throwing up, ripping my hair out in chunks. My girlfriend is so hot.” “Kill me. Please. I want you to kill me.” New replies every time, but they all have her blushing nonetheless, no matter how silly they get.

❥Ellie enjoys nothing more than an artistic tit pic. Colored lights exuding from around the room bouncing off your chest, shirt raised just to the nipples not allowing them to quite be seen. face just slightly out of frame showing off your jaw and mouth in a wide cat-like grin, and lush blankets parading around you. Not to say she doesn’t love a good ass pic. Leg propped up on the sink and back twisted to get the best angle. She worships the ground you walk on (if she could kiss the ground beneath you she would but unfortunately she is too far) so anything from you is more than heavenly.

❥Ellie is not a sub or dom strictly. I am an Ellie switch supremacist. She has her days that she feels super submissive and wants to be bossed around. She wants to relinquish any power she could possibly have. Any demand you could have is her pleasure. Other days she wants nothing more for you to be in front of her on your knees begging. The distance kills her the most on those days. So she settles for pretty videos of you using your adorable puppy eyes and whispering sweet nothings into the mic of your phone. Regardless of what it is and how she's feeling, her heart squeezes tight in her chest with happiness and love.

❥In those care packages that she oh so loves to send you she likes to occasionally include different pieces of clothing she requests photos of you in. Whether it just be a shirt with a ridiculous graphic/phrase or a piece of lingerie she thinks you’d look oh so sweet in. You always oblige, how could you not when she gives her pleading eyes every time you pick up the article of clothing from the box. “Oh this is so cute Ellie! Thank you sweetie!” cue her pleading eyes, always on time with it. “It would look really cute on you! Maybe in a picture that you then send to me and I keep it in my hidden folder and cry everytime I look at it because you’re the prettiest girl ever.” Like literally HOW could you say no to that?

❥Ellie’s hidden folder on her phone is EXTENSIVE. And while YES there are photos of you in vulgar poses and lack of clothes, she doesn’t stay limited to that. It’s also bad angled photos of you she screenshotted while on facetime, screenshots of text exchanges that she never wanted to forget nor share with other people and pictures of gifts she wants to get you. She knows you won’t have any way of seeing, it’s more so just to easily find things otherwise she’d lose them in the sea of photos. She also had selfies of you that you had sent her. Most of them are you just smiling into the camera, a glint in your eyes. A glint of happiness, of mischief, of love. Those were her favorites. The totally relaxed and happy version of you. Pictures you look beautiful in, pictures you feel beautiful in.

❥As the relationship continues, it’s only natural that meeting in person would be next. After saving up all year you finally book a ticket to see her. Nerves bounce from body part to body part as every second that ticked by was a second closer. Ellie could hardly contain herself. Everyone she talked to heard: “My girlfriend is coming to see me next month.” “Yeah when my girlfriend gets here, I’ll have to take them there.” “Did I tell you my girlfriend is coming?” “God, I’m so excited, literally just one more week until my girlfriend’s here.”

❥Every morning she texted you some type of countdown text. “Good morning. 67 days until I see you!” “Hi baby! 66 days until I see you!” “WAKE UP!!! IT'S ONLY 65 DAYS UNTIL I SEE YOU” Every single day from the day you booked the tickets to the day you were due in that airport.

❥Ellie would frantically clean her apartment, stock up her fridge and finish all her laundry in preparation of your arrival. The day that she’s scheduled to pick you up she puts her shoes on and sits next to the door anxiously scrolling on her phone by 10am. You don’t land until 2. Saying she was ‘excited’ was an understatement. She had never felt this type of giddy before. Her body was on fire and her brain couldn’t focus on anything.

❥She definitely leaves her place way earlier than she needed to. She sits in her car for upwards of an hour waiting for the plane to land, people to depart and to grab their bags.

❥Ellie starts getting antsy and has to walk. She feels like she’s going to explode. Ellie has been waiting on that sidewalk for an hour by the time you’re heading outside, bags in hand. She could’ve waited in her car but she was too antsy. Her legs bobbed up and down at lightning speed with anxiety and anticipation. She had to get out. Needed to get out. Standing in front of that airport made it all the more real for her. Maybe sitting in the car would’ve made her less anxious after all. Either way, she was about to meet the person she had been quickly falling in love with for the past year and a half. Nothing could ruin that. Not even the copious amounts of nerves firing and telling her to run and hide. She couldn’t hide, didn’t want to. This level of excitement was foreign to her. Sure she felt similar excitement when a book she’s been waiting for to drop finally does. Or when Dina agrees to watch Interstellar for the one billionth time with her. But not to THIS extent. She was excited. And nervous, definitely anxious. But once she finally got to touch you, hold you, cup your face she knew any emotions except for pure bliss and happiness would wash away right onto that cracked concrete sidewalk.

❥She was right. She spots you the second you walk through the automatic doors. She shoots off towards you, not a single other thought in her head besides “Oh my god.” You only spot her when she’s barreling towards you. The last time you checked your phone she said she’d wait in the car until you got outside; seeing her there was surreal. But there she was. You almost thought you were seeing a mirage. A delusional vision your tired brain conjured to trick you. She was really there. Running straight towards you. Her lips pulled into a wide grin that sent sparks of electricity down your spine. She looked even more gorgeous in person, without the pixels of a screen in between you and her. Your suitcase makes contact with the concrete as you drop it from your grasp, a soft thunk of fabric hitting the hard surface falls silent as you run to close the gap between the two of you.

❥Ellie’s hugs are tight and long. Almost knocking the air right out of you. She works out, she’s not super buff but she’s strong enough to lift a human and twirl them. Which is exactly what she does. Your feet leave the ground and you feel the wind of the twirl wrapping around your being.

❥Ellie smells of pine and leather. Earthy and warm.

❥Ellie’s driving is honestly scary. She’s not a bad driver by any means, she’s relatively safe. She just drives a bit faster on the highway than expected from her shy and nerdy self. Plus she has a little bit of road rage on top of that. “Way to cut me off, Dick!” “Use a fucking blinker asshole!” “THAT”S FUCKING ILLEGAL. WHAT THE FUCK I HAVE PRECIOUS CARGO.” The usual road rage stuff.

❥The second you arrive back at her place she’s SPRINTING to the passenger side of the vehicle and opening the door with a dramatic bow. Always the gentleman. She carries your luggage in and brings it up to her room. Princess treatment for REAL.

❥Ellie’s a muncher. I feel like that’s obvious though honestly. She loves getting munched on too though. Nothing better in her mind. Munching followed by getting munched?? Yes please.

❥She finds that her favorite thing to do in person together is cuddling on the couch under a blanket watching movies and feasting on copious amounts of unhealthy snacks. Her hands typically find their way to your chest to cup your breasts. Not even sexual half the time, she just enjoys holding you so intimately. She also enjoys the warmth since her hands are so cold 80% of the time.

❥She was so confident in watching a horror movie together. She assumed you would get scared and she could play hero. Holding you close to her chest while you cowered in fear. Your heart racing as you tug on her tee shirt, burying your face as close into her chest as you possibly can. But somehow she found herself being that person. She doesn’t typically watch horror, so she doesn’t really know what her thought process was on that. She just figured that’s how it would work out. Instead, her face is slammed into your chest and arms thrown around your neck in a desperate attempt to hide herself after the first jumpscare. She stays like that for half of the movie. She’s not mad it happened that way but damn was she hoping to play knight in shining armor instead of the damsel in distress. Either way it worked out, she guessed.

❥Ellie tries to convince you to move in every hour of the day while you’re there. “Ya know. If you stayed here forever, we could cuddle on the couch forever. Then we could eat every meal together. And shower together every night. OH! We could grocery shop and cook together every night! Just something to think about…” she was almost pouting, her eyes wide and pleading with every word. You didn’t hate the idea, but you definitely had things to finish before moving halfway across the country/world.

❥She had a million and one places to take you. You were only there for a week. So unfortunately for her she was not able to take you everywhere.

❥She HAD to take you to the aquarium where she worked. Had no choice. She needed to show you around, point out everything cool and impress you with her knowledge on all the underwater creatures. She spends the most time blabbing about the sharks. 100%. “That’s my favorite shark! He’s a hammerhead and I have named him Eddy. We’re best friends.” “That’s the desk I sell entry tickets in! It’s boring back there but I’ve had some crazy customers.”

❥Ellie isn’t a coffee person, but if you are she has no problem going to cafes with you. She ends up getting hot chocolates and she’s always down for that.

❥Yes Ellie’s the little spoon. And what about it?

❥Ellie sobs when she has to drop you back off at the airport. You do as well, don’t get me wrong but damn if she isn’t hysterically crying, practically wailing. She hugs you over and over, peppering kisses all over your face and whispering self soothing phrases. “I will see you again soon.” “It’s okay.” “You’re gonna get home so safely.” “I’ll miss you, but I know you’ll be back so incredibly soon. Maybe I’ll come see you sooner than that. I’ll pick up lots of extra shifts. Maybe get a second job. I could sell feet pics, surely someone will buy feet pics from me.” You weren’t so sure about that last one but you knew deep down that no matter how much you told her not to wear herself down with working she would do it anyway. Also not confident in her salesman ability in the foot pic selling department but you were supportive of any endeavor. Even the weirder ones.

❥Ellie somehow is able to get a plane ticket in two weeks.

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so sorry this took such a weirdly long time to write, I am so funny like that. Here's that tag I promised! 😭 : @ incog-nizo

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