Knock knock

El glanced up, towards the door to her room. She was painting her toenails, a soft lilac color, but quickly put the brush back in the bottle and set it on her nightstand, sitting up a bit.

"Come in!"

Will appeared in the doorway, holding the phone and looking tired. She and her adopted brother were the only ones still in Hawkins, the other boys gone away at college. Will was working hard to save up enough money to start next year, working two different jobs, so he always looked exhausted when she saw him at home.

"It's for you. Your boyfriend," he explained, walking over to the bed and handing the phone to her. She perked up, reaching eagerly and took it from him. "Try not to be too loud, okay? I have an early shift tomorrow."

"Didn't you just work a night shift yesterday?" she asked, looking worried. He worked crazy hours, taking any shift he was offered, even if it was at night.

"Yeah, well… I'll be fine. Just keep it down, please?"

"I will," she promised.

He left, closing the door firmly, and she put the phone up to her, feeling her heart skip a beat. Mike had only been gone several weeks but she missed him terribly. He was only an hour and a half away, but he just didn't make it back to Hawkins that often, usually too swamped with homework or projects or club business. He was secretary of the university's AV Club, and there were meetings every weekend. She'd only seen him once in the month and a half he'd been gone and she was starting to go a little crazy without him.

"Hello? Mike?"

"Hey, El," she could almost hear the smile in his voice, "what are you up to?"

"Painting my nails, I'm almost done," she cradled the phone between her shoulder and ear, reaching for the bottle of polish and opening it. "What about you?"

"I just finished my paper for college writing and had some time. I haven't heard your voice in a few days… which is my fault sorry," he explained.

She frowned as she carefully applied polish to her last toe. He always apologized, like it was his fault he was so stupidly busy. He was in college, it was just how it was.

"Don't be sorry. You have a lot to do. I know that."

"Yeah, but… I could try harder. I should have come out this weekend."

"You have your meeting tomorrow. I know you can't miss it."

"I mean… I could—"

"No, Mike. Don't do that. It's okay, I'll be here when you come for Thanksgiving break. All week!" She smiled at the thought. "I'm not going to leave you alone."

"Good."

She bit her lip, screwing the lid and getting up to put the nail polish back on her vanity, keeping her toes stiff so they didn't touch the carpet. Walking over to her dresser she opened one of the drawers and moved the phone to her other ear.

"Mike, hang on a second, I have to change," she told him, setting the phone down on the dresser as she grabbed her nightie. It was still warm at night and the thin, yellow fabric kept her cool, the tiny straps hanging off her shoulders.

"Change? Into what?" Mike's voice was distant but she could still hear him, leaning forward to speak into the phone as she pulled her dress over her head.

"My nightie. It's nighttime… I'm going to sleep soon."

"Ha ha," he was sarcastic, "I can't believe you're getting naked without me."

At that moment she was naked, other than her panties, and she rolled her eyes. Such a boy. She pulled the nightie over her head and then picked the phone back up.

"Don't be dramatic," she flopped back onto her bed, laying on her back. "I'm not naked."

"Well, why not?"

She snickered. "Why would I be? You're not actually here."

"Do you want me to be?"

"Of course," her tone said "duh" so she didn't have to, "I haven't seen you in three and a half weeks. I miss you."

"I miss you too. I wish I was there… I bet you look so beautiful."

"I'm in my nightie."

"Your pajamas are cute too. Which one are you wearing?"

"The yellow one. You haven't seen it."

"That's a shame. I like that blue one you have, with the little ribbon?"

"When did you see that one?"

"That time you and Will stayed over last year? When Hop and Joyce went out of town and didn't want to leave you guys home alone?"

El rolled her eyes. That had been stupid. She and Will were teenagers, El had already turned eighteen, but her adopted parents hadn't wanted to leave them unsupervised so Karen had allowed them to stay over for the weekend. Will had slept in the basement and El in Nancy's old room. She'd actually spent both nights in Mike's room, and the memory made her cheeks flush.

"Oh… yeah," she rolled onto her stomach, resting her chin on a pillow and sighing. "They're out of town again this weekend. Hop's mom's birthday. They let us stay by ourselves this time."

"Really?" He couldn't keep the interest from his voice. "So it's just you and Will? Damn it, I really should be there…"

"You should."

There was a pause.

"My meeting is in the morning though. I shouldn't…"

"I know, Mike. It's okay."

Another pause.

"So… what would we be doing if I was there?" His voice was slick, but she could hear the longing undertone. Glancing at her door and noting that it was in fact shut, she licked her lips.

"Well… probably kissing a lot," she paused nervously, "is there anyone with you right now?"

"No, my roommate is out… what kind of kissing?"

El felt her pulse quicken at his question. She was used to just… doing the things, not describing them. Her speech had improved greatly in the past seven years, but she was still nervous she might say something wrong.

"Um, well, the kind where you kiss my neck a lot."

"You like that, huh?" His voice was lower, huskier, and she swallowed.

"Yeah… a lot. It's my favorite."

"When I kiss down lower?"

"Yes."

"And slide my hand up your leg… under that cute nightie…"

"Yes," her voice was a breath.

"What would you want me to do next?"

"Um," she squirmed, "t-take them off."

"Take what off?"

"My… panties."

He was breathing heavier into the phone and she squirmed again, squeezing her thighs together, trying to lessen the burning between them. She didn't understand why his words were affecting her so much, why the tone of his voice was putting her on edge. Her hand twitched towards her legs.

"Have I ever told you how cute your panties are?"

"No…"

"They're super cute. Especially when they're laying on the floor. And you're laying under me, naked, with that face you make when I'm going down on you…" his voice was so low she could barely hear it.

"I make a face?"

"Yeah, your eyes get all squinty and your mouth hangs open and you turn all pink… god, I would kill to be on top of you right now."

"I want you here. I'm…" she trailed off, embarrassed.

"You're what, El?"

She bit her lip. "I'm… burning. You know… down there. I miss you."

"Fuck, El, I miss you too." There was a pause. "You could always… fix that, you know. With your hands."

Her face started burning and she was glad he couldn't see it. Her free hand was laying loosely on her thigh and she pulled it up to her chest, self-conscious. She felt silly, there wasn't anyone to see her, the house was mostly empty and Will was most definitely asleep. She squirmed.

"I-I don't know…"

"If I was there I'd do it for you," he sounded almost desperate, "God, El, I would kill to be there with you. I'm so—I want you so bad."

Her hand slipped back down, lifting the edge of her nightie and sneaking underneath the cool fabric, teasing the edge of her panties.

"I want you too, Mike. I…" she gave in, letting her fingers slip beneath the cotton underwear, reaching the juncture between her legs and she gasped. She was so wet. And it felt so good.

He heard her gasp.

"El? Are you…?"

"Mike, I…" her cheeks were burning but she couldn't stop, stroking herself with her nimble fingers, playing with that spot that always made her moan. She rubbed herself, trying to copy what he had done to her before and whimpered. "I'm… you're better at it."

"Holy shit," he sounded stunned as he realized what she was doing. "Oh my god, El…"

She sped up a bit, trying to keep quiet so Will wouldn't hear, moaning and gasping and panting into the phone, wanting him to hear, wanting him to know just how much she missed him.

"I want you, Mike," she whimpered, "I want you inside me."

She slid a finger in and cried out, trying to stifle her noises, but it felt so good and she imagined it was him. His fingers, moving in and out, his tongue flicking her as she threw her head back.

"I want to be inside you, El, I want to fuck you so bad," he murmured back, voice thick with lust as he listened to the proof of her want, of her need for him.

"Mike…" she was getting close, picturing him there, on her bed, on top of her, their bodies moving together as he pounded her. Her hand moved faster as she added another finger, imagining it was his dick, hot and heavy inside of her. "F-Fuck, Mike—"

"El? Are you…"

"I'm—"

Her hips lifted off the bed and she gasped as the heat that had been building inside reached it's peak, filling her body and making her vision flash white. She cried out his name, wanting him to hear her, to know what she'd done because of him.

"Mike!"

She collapsed back onto the bed, the phone almost falling from her ear as she panted, trying to catch her breath. Holy shit. The line was quiet and for a second she was afraid she'd lost him. Sitting up a bit she pressed the receiver closer. It was quiet, but she heard soft panting.

"Mike?"

"El…" he sounded strained. "You're so fucking hot."

"I'm… are you…"

"Fuck, I'm—"

There was the sound of a door opening and then Mike yelped. El pulled the phone away from her ear as there was a loud thunking, like he dropped it on his end, and then a distant voice apologizing loudly. The door shut again and Mike picked up the phone.

"Um, I think I need to go," his voice was almost squeaky from embarrassment.

"Wait, what happened? Were you…" she couldn't make herself say it.

"Jacking off to the totally hot sounds of you touching yourself? Yeah. I was. And my roommate just walked in so the rest of the year isn't going to be awkward at all," he paused and then groaned miserably. "I didn't even get to finish, goddammit."

She giggled, unable to help it. It was kind of awkward, but funny, and before she knew it she was laughing outright.

"Don't laugh," he sounded wounded, "you would be disappointed too."

"Maybe," she snickered.

"I should go though… ugh, he said he wouldn't be back for another hour but apparently he was lying…" another annoyed groan, "I'm seriously not going to be able to look him in the eye ever again."

"I'm sorry, Mike, maybe I shouldn't have—"

"No, El, that was… fucking amazing. I'm just a little pissed we got interrupted. Don't feel bad, you're… perfect. Incredible. Amazing," he lowered his voice. "Sexy."

She sighed. "I just wish you were here. That was good but… you're better."

It was true. She'd enjoyed herself, but it wasn't the same as having him there, or actually having sex, and despite it all she still felt a little empty. She didn't just miss being intimate, she genuinely missed him being nearby, to cuddle and talk to, or just lay on while he grouched about his day, her fingers messing with his dark mop of hair.

"I should go to, but promise you'll visit soon?"

"I promise."

"Bye, Mike. I love you."

"Love you too, El. Good night."

"Night."

The connection cut and Mike sighed, looking down at the phone in his hands. He was still a bit stunned at how willing she'd been to do that. She was always willing to try what he suggested, and his heart tugged. He missed her—not just because of the blue balls he was currently trying not to sit on—but because… he missed her. Her smile, her hair, her smell, the way she curled up against him when they watched movies and then drooled on his shirt when she inevitably fell asleep.

He glanced at his desk, then at the clock. It was just past ten… not even that late. And it was a Friday night. He didn't want to miss the meeting but… fuck, who has meetings on Saturday mornings? The club was shitty anyways, they mostly just sat around and complained instead of actually using the equipment.

Fuck it.

Grabbing his backpack, he tossed in a few changes of clothes and his toothbrush, swiping his keys and wallet off the counter and grabbing a hoodie. His roommate was nowhere to be found but Mike didn't really care. He didn't really give a shit about anything. All he could think about was El, the sounds she'd made, the way her breath had hitched, how she'd said his name as she came. He walked across the campus to his car, speeding up, hardly able to handle just how much he wanted to see her, excitement bubbling in his stomach.

He unlocked the car and hopped in, tossing his stuff into the passenger seat and shoving the key into the ignition. Checking the time again, he set his jaw. If he drove fast he could get there before midnight, not too shabby.

I'm coming, El.

Author's Note:

I wasn't really expecting these to be so popular so thanks. There's going to be a second chapter to this one. Let me know if you have requests and please review.