A/N: SMUT HAS ARRIVED!

This was my first time writing anything so sexy, so please tell me what you think!

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"Hi Michael, it's dad. Just checking in. I bet you're still driving home right now. We'll see you in a few hours. Drive safe."

-Beep- This message has been deleted.

"Good morning, Michael, it's dad again. You probably got in late and stayed at Will's. Just wondering where you are. Call me back soon – "

-Beep- This message has been deleted.

"Michael, your mother is worried sick. Call us back – "

-Beep- This message has been deleted.

"Hi Michael, it's mom. I just want to know where you are. Is everything okay? You can talk to me Michael – "

-Beep- This message has been deleted.

"Michael! What is this credit card charge from a restaurant?! Are you still in the city? You need to come home right now – "

-Beep- This message has been deleted.

"MICHAEL WHEELER! What the fuck is going on and why aren't you answering your phone? I am royally pissed and you need to – "

-Beep- This message has been deleted.

The voicemails had been piling up over the last few days. Mike shuddered with dread; he could practically feel his father's rage through his phone. He had chosen this moment to finally listen to (and delete) the voicemails because Jane wasn't in earshot to hear them. Plus, it provided the perfect distraction from Mike's thoughts wandering into the shower, where she was right now…

Naked…dripping wet…surrounded by steam…

Mike shook his head to rid himself of the thought. He really needed to focus. He looked out the window of the hotel room. The late afternoon sun was setting. How could he convince his parents that staying in New York was a good idea?

Suddenly, his phone started to vibrate.

Fuck. His dad was calling him. Again. He probably wanted to yell at him. Again. Mike reluctantly answered the call. He couldn't run forever, could he?

"Hello?" He answered, cautiously.

"MICHAEL WHEELER!"

A chill ran up Mike's spine. His father was pissed. "Where the fuck are you?!"

"I'm still in the city dad…"

"Right. You're in the city, charging my credit card with meals and hotel rooms and whatever other nonsense you've needed over the last few days. And now, I just got a letter in the mail that says you were suspended from school for vandalizing school property?! My son is a criminal now?!"

"Dad," Mike said desperately. He flinched as though he had been slapped. "I can explain – "

"Save it, Michael. You are grounded starting immediately. I want you on the next flight to Hawkins – that is an order! If you aren't on the next flight home, I'll drive to the city myself and drag you back by your ears! Do you hear me, young man? AND THAT'S FINAL!"

The phone call ended, signaling his father angrily hanging up. Mike sighed, rubbing his eyes with his fingers.

He had forgotten about the school suspension letter that the asshole Dean Richards had promised to send home. Of course he wouldn't wait until after Spring Break had ended to send such a life-ruining letter…

He sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, letting his anger consume him. He didn't notice Jane standing in the doorway of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel.

"What happened?" She asked softly, clearly worried.

Mike shot up to his feet and rushed over to her, grabbing her hands with his own. "My asshole dad just called, saying I have to go home – "

Her face fell. "Oh."

"Jane, I'm so sorry – "

"This is all my fault," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"What?!"

"You painted the mural for me," Jane insisted. "You chose to stay in the city because of me. You got in trouble because of me."

"No," Mike denied. "That's not true. I told you before, I made my own choices."

Jane looked at him sadly, eyes sparkling with tears. "I'm going to miss you, Mike…"

Mike's heart was breaking. He fucking hated seeing her cry. Even worse, she was crying because of him.

Mike felt lower than dirt.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him. "I'm not going back," he whispered.

Jane shook her head. "Yes, you are. You have to. I won't let you stay."

"But, Jane – "

"No, Mike." Her face was determined. She wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Stop running from your problems. I can't be your excuse."

Deep in his heart, Mike knew she was right. He had to stop running. He had to face the mess he had created for himself. He had to face his father…

Almost on cue, his phone rang again. Speak of the devil.

"What do you want, dad?" Mike snarled into the phone.

"I didn't trust you to do it yourself, so I bought you a plane ticket home. Your flight leaves tomorrow morning at 6am sharp. I'll email you the flight confirmation."

"Thanks," Mike said insincerely. "I can't wait to come home."

"Oh, and one more thing Michael. The credit card of mine that you've been using? It's now deactivated. This will be your last night there, do you hear me? Your LAST NIGHT THERE."

He ended the call before Mike could respond. Mike's face contorted with anger. Of course his father had to force him back home. The prick.

"Mike?" Jane was still looking up at him, her brown eyes clouded with sadness.

He sighed deeply, his body collapsing over her small frame. Her hands gently embraced him.

"I don't want to go," he croaked into her hair. "I don't want to leave you."

She remained silent, holding him closer, tighter. She nuzzled her face into his chest. They stood there together, under a dark cloud of misery, until Jane pressed her hands to Mike's chest and pulled away slightly.

She let her lips do the talking, eyes closed, pulling Mike's head down to meet hers. Their lips smacked gently, their mouths opened. Mike pressed his tongue further to meet hers, begging for more. Their kiss was growing hungrier, more desperate.

Jane's fingers intertwined in Mike's hair, dragging her nails lightly against his scalp. He let out a small moan. She began taking steps backwards, pulling him towards the bed. And she was still only in her towel…

Fuck…

They had to stop.

"No," he said suddenly, grabbing her hands in his and pulling away from her. He held onto her shoulders, keeping her at a distance.

He didn't want it to be like this. He didn't want to fuck her and fly away. Tomorrow, he would be on a plane heading home, hours away from her.

Jane looked at him expectantly, eyes wide in confusion. Did she cross a line?

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Mike asked, worried of pressuring her beyond her comfort zone, worried of hurting her even more…

"Yes," she whispered, smiling. "I'm sure."

"This is what you want?" He confirmed again. His mouth was dry, his tongue like sandpaper. Every nerve in his body was screaming for him to shut the fuck up and, for the love of all that is holy, proceed with the actions, but he had to be sure…

"I want you to have me. All of me." She devilishly cocked an eyebrow and smirked.

With a flick of her wrist, the towel dropped from her body, leaving her body completely bare before him. He saw her naked before, exposed and vulnerable. This was different. This was...an invitation.

She looked at him, her honeyed eyes filled with trust. She would give her body to him, knowing he would cherish her.

If this would be their last night together, Mike would make it count. He would satisfy her a million times over. Fuck sleep, he would sleep when he's dead.

He gazed over her body, drinking in all of her soft curves. Her body was glorious. He could stare at her forever. But his hands were itching to touch and grab and squeeze. He fought against the urge to ravish her immediately; his delicate dancer required finesse.

All of Mike's blood was rushing...south. His jeans started to feel tighter as his erection struggled against the inside of his pants. He groaned, trying to stabilize himself through his arousal.

She moved backwards, never breaking eye contact with him, until her legs hit the edge of the bed. She sat down slowly, spreading her arms out behind her and crossing her legs, waiting for him expectantly.

He moved slowly towards her, his pulse quickening. His heart began to race. She feigned boredom, looking at her nails, then back up at him. She laid down on the bed, flashing him a beautiful view of her ass. She ran her tongue across her lips and fluttered her eyelashes. What a flirt – she was teasing him! Well, two could play at that game…

The animal inside of him wanted to pounce on her, to dominate her and claim her as his. But no, he would take this as slow as possible, to prolong the experience. He vowed to worship her like a queen. His queen. His empress. His deity.

He stood over her, looking down at her beautiful body as she gazed up at him. He reached out and gently, gingerly, slowly, ran his fingers along her body. His fingertips delicately traced the outline of her hip, her thighs, her breasts... she was breathtaking.

Her breath hitched at the touch, goose bumps covering her delicate flesh. She felt her nipples harden, awakened by arousal. She felt the heat, the tingling wetness, building between her legs. She closed her eyes, letting his gentle touch consume her.

Her breathing deepened. She needed him. Now.

Jane got up on her knees, kneeling before him at eye-level. She kissed him again, passionately, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing him down to the bed with her.

Mike obeyed, settling his body against hers on the bed. He dragged his teeth lightly along the skin of her neck, sucking here and there, teasing her, earning soft moans that escaped from her lips.

She craved his touch to soothe the fire that was burning up inside of her. His touch made her body come alive, completely, in a way it never had before. Her skin felt like it was on fire. She would be consumed by her desire.

She ran her hands along his back, his shoulders, through his hair. She felt him pressed against her, enjoying his weight on top of her. She felt his hardness too, driving her crazy.

Mike was harder than he'd ever been. His mind was hazy, lost in the heavenly feel of her silky smooth skin and the sweet noises she was making. He inhaled her deeply, down to his bones, down to the pit of his soul. His lungs filled with her essence, driving him wild and fueling his insatiable hunger. He couldn't get enough of her. His lips continuously devoured her flesh. Her jaw, down to her neck, down to her shoulder…

Lower and lower, he pressed kisses as soft as whispers. She trembled with anticipation. Her heat was growing, consuming her and pooling between her legs.

His tongue caressed her breasts, lapping over her nipples.

Jane sighed, feeling the maddening ecstasy of his touch. "Mike," she moaned, desperate for him to continue his conquest of her body and go lower, lower!, where her body needed him the most.

"Yes?" He asked, still teasing her. His fingertips danced along her waistline, slowly inching down, down…

"Please," she pleaded, completely overflowing with desire.

He could deny her no longer. His fingers made their way down between her legs. Her entrance was slick and hot from arousal, which sent Mike's head spinning.

Oh, how she wanted him.

Her breath hitched at the touch, her hips squirming to meet his fingers in just the right spot. He slid a finger inside of her, encompassed by her wet heat. He slid another finger inside, earning another moan. His fingers moved in and out of her, quicker and quicker, satisfying her hunger.

Bolts of pleasure shot through her body as he found her most sensitive spot. Jane felt like she was flying, through the clouds in the sky, this felt so fucking good –

He was a generous lover. "Shhh, let me take you there. I got you."

"Mike..." She moaned, gently, pleadingly - the most musical sound Mike had ever heard. The movements of his fingers became sloppy and rough, desperate for her to reach her climax.

"Do you want to come for me?" He pleaded her, trying (and failing) to steady his fingers.

"Yes."

"Come on then." She was close. He could tell.

"Mike...!" Her breaths were getting shallower, more spastic. Her body was paralyzed with pleasure. Beads of sweat had gathered on her forehead.

"Come on!"

"Please..." She was getting desperate. Her internal walls were swollen to accommodate something larger than just his fingers. She reached up and grabbed his arm, stopping him. She met his confused gaze, her eyes darkened with arousal.

"I want you inside of me," she purred. "Please?"

The question hit Mike right in his cock and almost knocked the wind out of him. How the hell could he refuse a request like that?

Oh he was happy to oblige.

He pulled at his clothes, throwing his shirt away. She unzipped his jeans and tugged them down. He scrambled out of them and flung them across the room. Same with his boxers. Now, he was as bare as she was.

He positioned himself over her and looked down at her beautiful body splayed before him. Her skin was flushed and she was panting heavily. Her eyes captured his. She was ready.

He kissed her and took the plunge.

She gasped as he finally sank into her, his girth electrifying all of her internal nerves. Full to the hilt, her hips bucked against his and she moaned again.

"Oh, Mike..."

Fuck, he would never get tired of hearing her moan his name like that. She clung to him as if he were a lifeline, as if she needed him to breathe.

He was buried deep within her. He could feel all of her sweet warmth encompassing his cock. It was fucking ecstasy.

He began to rock his hips, moving in and out in a steady rhythm. She wrapped her legs around him and let their bodies meld together.

His thrusts were long and languid, savoring every inch of her.

"Jane" he whispered, his vision clouding from the stimulation. "Oh my God, you feel so good."

"More," she demanded greedily. Her brain was swimming with pleasure. Her nails dug into the skin on his back, clutching him firmly. "Give me more!"

The beast inside of him finally broke loose. He grabbed her hips roughly and pulled her towards him as he thrust into her. She opened her legs wider, making more room for him, allowing him to go deeper. He began thrusting madly, pounding her harder, pushing her to the brink of orgasm. Her grip tightened on him as he was giving her more of that beautiful friction.

Until...

Until...

Until...!

Oh God...!

Jane clenched her legs together in sweet release and ocean waves of pleasure crashed over her body.

Her orgasm pushed Mike over the edge as he finally came. His thrusts halted as he moaned. He was panting, his energy completely spent.

She was breathing heavy too, recuperating from the intensity of her climax. They stared into each other's eyes, their frantic heartbeats slowing down, blood pumping in their ears.

Trembling slightly, she gently brushed the sweaty hair from his forehead and kissed him.

Finally satiated, their fire slowly burnt out.

He rolled over onto his back and pulled her with him. He pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead and she laid her head down on his sweaty chest. His scent enveloped her as she drifted away and her eyelids fluttered closed. Before sleep took her, a thought floated through her mind, a single word that made her sleep with a smile on her lips -

...Soulmate.

He lay on the bed, holding her in his arms and feeling her warmth. His heart felt like it would burst. This was it – he could happily die right now.

He heard her breathing slow as she fell asleep. Although he was tired, Mike wouldn't let himself fall asleep. This was their last night together, he wanted to remember it. He tightened his arms around her, desperate to never let go.

But in the morning, he would have to let go. He didn't want to leave her alone, but he had no choice. His life was a mess.

He was suspended from school.

His parents were royally pissed at him.

He would be grounded until he was 35.

He had to leave Jane…

A single tear ran down his cheek.

What the hell was he going to do now?

A/N: I almost didn't include that angsty big at the end, but I kind of felt like I had to. There will be more angst coming up in future chapters D:

Hope you enjoyed it!