Disclaimer: I do not own Stranger Things.
It was a sunny day, not too warm -seemingly the perfect conditions to actually be outside. That wasn't the case for the Wheeler and Eleven. They were perfectly content right where they were, with El snuggled against Mike. It was an innocent gesture; she did it solely because it made her feel...nice. Exactly why it made her feel nice was still a mystery to her. But, really, she didn't care about the "why" part.
Usually, Mike would just lean a little towards her or some other action that let him react without fulling reciprocating -because while El didn't know that cuddling and such was typically a thing for boyfriends and girlfriends, not friends, Mike did. And, well, it made him awkward.
But this time, for some reason, when Eleven had tucked her knees onto the couch in the Wheelers' basement and leaned into Mike, he wrapped an arm around her. Eleven jumped at first, because she hadn't expected him to do anything. She hadn't known he was supposed to do anything. She did, however, know one thing: this felt way better than nice.
While Mike did think it was nice, he was flushing a very, very deep shade of red. Was it even possible for someone's heart to beat that fast before they had a heart attack? And what if his parents came back early? They had left Nancy, who knew that Eleven was there, in charge while his parents, who most definitely did not know about her, took Holly to a birthday party across town. To say he was nervous would be an understatement.
"Mike?" Eleven asked, not even moving to look at him; she stayed pressed against his side, his arm draped over her.
"Yeah, El?" Dear God, why did his voice sound like that?
"You're shaking," Eleven said. She sat up and pulled Mike's trembling arm into her lap, running her hand softly over his wrist (which didn't help with the shaking), "Are you cold?"
"What? No," Mike said hurriedly, his face practically burning at this point, "No, I'm fine. I just...shake...sometimes,"
"I've never seen you shake," Eleven said carefully. She was very concerned at this point.
"It's fairly new," Mike said quickly, trying to stop from his body from shivering.
Eleven seemed to accept his response and curled up to him again, this time closer than she was before. He thought about putting his arm around her again, but this time he couldn't. Not because he was too nervous, but because Eleven held his hand -which was still plagued by faint tremors, by the way- in hers and was running her fingers across the lines of his palm softly.
Mike was thankful she was paying attention to his hand, and not face, because he was pretty sure he resembled a deer in headlights. He wasn't exactly complaining, but God, she didn't know what she was doing to him, that she had him mesmerized with the way her skin felt against his.
Because for some reason I write better on zero sleep? Cool. Have some Mileven.
I was thinking I'd turn this into a collection of Mileven drabbles that are kind of like this one...should I do it, or just leave the single one up?
I hope my Mileven trash made you smile :)