Author's Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in "Last of us 2." Nobody. Naffing.

Author's disclaimer: Jotted most of this down in my horrible handwriting in a notebook on vacation. Enjoy!

"Finally home"

An Ellie and Dina story

It'd been weeks since Seattle. Almost two months now since they'd gotten back. Jackson. Home. But abit further out. A small farmhouse a short two miles away.

The trip back had been a haze of humiliation interspersed with mental agony, guilt, and random skirmishes with Infected or bad people. Ellie had gone about it, dragging the sled they'd fashioned for….Jesse's body, feeling bogged by immense guilt. Dina was sick the whole way and she and Tommy took care of her, after taking turns dragging…..their friend.

Ellie had had to keep looking away from the covered sled. Only Jesse's boots peeked out from under the tarp they'd wrapped him in. Already he had started to smell. Tommy said they should just bury him where they were, mark it special and of course on the map so they'd know.

Dina had refused. Ellie agreed. So here they had carted his smelling corpse all the way back to Jackson and into a grave at the cemetery finally.

That day done had been one of the worst of Ellie's life. Dina couldn't look at her. She'd slept alone at Jesse's parent's house. Ellie had assumed they were done, Jesse's body standing between them. Well, in death, guess he won her heart.

But the next day, Dina had come for her.

And Maria had given them permission to take one of the farmhouses surrounding the area.

Moving in had been…..something. Ellie had gone about, pride damaged, chin dug into her chest. That trip back to safety had been a waking nightmare. Her face had healed of its cuts and welts, and so had Dina's.

They shared the sole bed in the master. Finally, Dina had taken her hand in the middle of the night. The next day, Ellie awoke with Dina half draped on her. The relief in her heart and the warmth in her body flared an irrational pang of hope.

They were going to be okay. They were home. Their own home. Right?

The days passed to a few short weeks. Dina's morning sickness had come back with a vengeance and there was no denying her pregnancy. Her belly was curving out and once in awhile Ellie allowed herself to come close to stroke it and try to hold Dina.

Dina had pressed chaste kisses to her mouth, almost shyly. But Ellie knew the guilt couldn't be gotten past. Not yet.

"Let's name him potato," Dina had joked one day as they went about the chores. Ellie with sheep wrangling, Dina with the laundry.

"Potato? Seriously? How about just spud? Short and sweet," Ellie joked.

"Sweet potato," Dina tacked on, and Ellie found herself chuckling. It had been too long since she'd laughed.

One morning, Ellie came in from the fields, and kicked her jeans off. She'd fallen right into a pile of mud near the barn and like hell she was going to track that around all day. A basket of freshly dry and folded laundry sat on the couch, so she went through the piles, looking for her pants. She caught sight of Dina leaving the bathroom in the back hall.

She was wearing only a loose shirt and panties, moving toward the back playroom. Her legs were long and bare, and Ellie dropped the jeans in her hand, moving as if on the hunt. All the warmth in her body pooled between her legs and she stopped denying the pull of her body. It was going to happen….

Ellie followed her in, on bare silent feet. Dina was kneeling, going through the donation boxes of baby things.

"Hi," she smiled suddenly at Ellie and Ellie's heart stuttered. Dina wasn't wearing a bra and her rounder breasts pressed against the thin fabric of her shirt. Her dark nipples strained the front and Ellie wanted to wrap her lips around each one of them.

Ellie felt a pulse of heat between her legs and a PUSH. Her shift had started and like hell she was going to deny it. She took Dina's hand and pulled her up. Dina giggled highly and suddenly when Ellie's calloused hands went down over her ass, hugging her close.

"Well, this is nice," Dina teased, eyes sparkling hopefully. Ellie's fingers were tender on her face. Dina's cuts had healed, and her nose had thankfully not been broken. There was still a shallow thin white line across her cheekbone. The scar filled Ellie with irrational guilt.

Dina saw her looking and leaned to kiss her. Distracted, Ellie opened her mouth and kissed her longingly. The kiss went on way too long and Dina was rubbing against the front of her boxers, against the shift that was straining to get free.

Ellie was happily surprised. It had been too long since they'd been together. After the hunt in Seattle, the close calls, the attacks, they were here and home. Ellie's had migrated from Dina's ass to her belly, stroking protectively. It was curved just so, and Ellie's fingers pushed Dina's shirt up, stroking over the bump.

Dina noticed Ellie's eyes growing sad, so she brought her hand up to her breasts. "Ellie… Stay here. With me."

One of her hands cupped low to the bulge in Ellie's boxers. Now, her attention was on the now, not then, the horrible then…

And there was pleasure to be had in the now. Ellie smiled into Dina's kiss and parted her lips with her tongue. Dina's shirt was tugged off and Ellie's shirt and boxers were next. Dina's eyes were appreciative, gazing at the shaft between Ellie's thighs.

"Glad to see you're up," she quipped.

"Shut up," Ellie groaned good-naturedly. Her kisses went along Dina's naked throat down to her breasts. Dina's fingers scraped through her hair, tugging as Ellie sucked at one then the other. Ellie lowered her carefully to the round rug in the center of the room, figuring that was as good a place as any.

Dina's arms went above her head, round breasts quivering as she lay there like some goddamn goddess, a relief carving for the act and want of sex. Ellie's hands were warm on her thighs, tugging her panties off. Dina's legs fell open and Ellie had her look. Wet folds, a scattering of hair not shaved, but Ellie loved how Dina looked. She was open and wet, and she was done with living choking on guilt.

Dina sighed against her shoulder as she thrust in. Ellie had her lust well in hand to make sure it was a careful stroke, not a hard push. She was pregnant…. The woman clutching her, encased in wet silken walls, held onto her cock with greedy rippling walls. Ellie could barely retreat a few inches out and back in. She gave up and stayed in, rocking her hips in short jogs to keep some rhythm. Dina clutched her back, crying out. Ellie barely held on until she was certain Dina was coming, then let go.

Hard spurts of hot come and she collapsed half on Dina, face buried in her shoulder. Dina's hands were soft along her lower back, urging her to stay where she was. Ellie groaned, supporting half her weight on one forearm. The other stroked the round belly between them.

"You came enough. I'm already carrying," Dina teased. Ellie felt another slugging jolt of come spurt free and she groaned, rocking her hips. Dina's thighs were tight against her hips, and she kissed Ellie's sweaty brow. "That's right, give it all to me…."

Ellie didn't know how Dina did it, being so comforting and sexy at the same time. She was safe here, with her.

"Home," Ellie murmured.

"What?" Dina asked. She lay back on the rug, giving a sudden yawn. Ellie laughed at her.

"We're home."

The look Dina gave her was filled with warmth and want.

"Yes, we are." The look on her face was suddenly fearful. "You're this baby's daddy. You know that, right?"

The burst of love in Ellie's heart threatened to stop its pumping. She smiled and leaned down to kiss Dina. With her cock and her come inside the woman she loved, that was never in question.

"Yes…"

End.

End notes: Wanted to do an Ellie and Dina thing for awhile now. Hope you enjoyed, puppies and kittens. Stay strong, my lovelies.

Sincerely, pen 4/19/2022