Warning, more smut ahead. If you haven't already seen it, parts of this chapter and the two previous ones form the basis of the 'alternate ending' standalone story called 'The Dark Inside Her'.
Note - I don't own Stranger Things.
January 7, 1985
Afternoon Recess
Oh, I think that you're wild
And so uniquely styled
You might think it's foolish
This chancy rendezvous
You might think I'm crazy
But all I want is you
- You Might Think, The Cars
A noticeable heaviness hung in the air as fifth period dragged on and on. The lethal combination of mid-afternoon dullness and post-holiday blues was really making itself felt amongst the students in Eleven's class.
Either that or the lunchtime meatloaf had really hit the mark.
El squirmed restlessly in her chair, not actually listening as the math teacher droned endlessly on in the background. Geometry, probability, scatter plots. All kinds of boring stuff she sort of knew about, but didn't really care for right now. She risked a glance across the row at Max, whose head was propped up in one hand as she gazed disinterestedly off into space. El looked back down at her notebook, and sighed inaudibly as her mind flashed back to the previous Thursday's study session. The two girls had tried covering almost the exact same topics that day, and they'd found it extremely hard to concentrate, just like now.
She squirmed again and stretched her legs as another topic from last Thursday popped into her mind. One that was more than just a teeny bit naughty, and made her heart beat a little faster even as the boredom threatened to overwhelm her. Are you and Mike...? Her loins started tingling at all the delicious imagery. We're just fooling around. She'd wanted to fool around with Mike when they'd woken up today, but Hopper had roused them for school before anything could happen.
El chewed on her lip, thinking furiously. If she remembered correctly, after fifth period came recess, which meant a chance to be alone with Mike! An idea formed in her mind and she started scribbling on her notebook page, a warm flush spreading across her cheeks as she did.
Mike had given up on the math lesson the moment he'd sat down, and was now as bored and listless as everyone else, looking forward for recess to start so he could be with Eleven again. He ran his hands tiredly through his shaggy mop of hair and yearned desperately for her touch. They'd spent the entire school day thus far separated by one desk width; so painfully close yet so far away, and unable to do anything about it except sneak cute looks at each other.
He'd hoped for some quiet time with El during lunch, but McCorkle's disturbing revelations had left the entire gang in a gloomy mood, and they'd all huddled together in the AV room for the remainder of the break discussing various ways to handle the situation. Unfortunately none of their ideas seemed to amount to anything even remotely effective, and the six of them had resigned themselves to Dustin's original plan of letting the rumors die out naturally. That had definitely put a damper on their whole afternoon.
The teacher turned to write something on the blackboard, and in Mike's peripheral vision he saw a note suddenly appear on the edge of his desk. He fumbled to grab it, and his eyes widened once he'd surreptitiously unfolded it and read El's simple but compelling words.
Mike glanced to his right and their eyes met briefly in acknowledgment. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck shiver as El gave him one of her warm dimple-faced smiles, then they both settled back and waited for class to finish, their earlier boredom now replaced by a new and burning anticipation.
Finally, after what seemed like a small eternity the recess bell rang. Mike and El stood up and nodded to each other microscopically.
"Uhhh... we'll meet you guys in the AV room," Mike said to the others, smoothly dropping the key on Dustin's desk as he and El quickly filed past.
Dustin looked up in confusion. "Wha..." he started to say, but the couple had already disappeared into the throng of kids leaving the room. He glanced around at his friends for support but found none. Will was studiously packing his books away, avoiding all eye contact. Max had a sly grin on her face as she gazed at Lucas. Lucas had a resigned look on his as he gazed back at Max. None of them seemed to be paying any more attention to El and Mike's sudden departure.
"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god." Dustin cradled his head in his hands as realization finally dawned on him.
Eleven led Mike excitedly down an endless maze of hallways with skilled grace, heading away from the more well-traversed areas of the school until they came upon a nondescript door set into the wall between two empty Home Economics classrooms. "How... how did you even know how to get here?" he asked El wondrously as she steered him towards it.
"Walking in the Upside Down," she answered him simply. She'd wandered up and down every echoing corridor, opening countless doors, peering into every nook and cranny, all in her initial desperate quest to find a way to leave that horrible place. "After the Demogorgon. After Papa. After they went away... I hid... here for a while." For all she'd known at the time, the Demogorgon could easily have been one of many others lurking within the nightmare world. She hadn't been totally sure of Brenner's demise, either.
Mike stopped short in the middle of the corridor. Goodbye, Mike. His heart ached for his girlfriend as he remembered back to that fateful night.
El saw the downcast expression on his face, sensed his bleak thoughts. She lightly touched his face and continued, "But... I came back. We're together now. I won't leave you again. Promise."
Mike blinked and pulled himself away from the dark precipice in his mind. "Oh, El..." was all he could say.
She pushed him eagerly towards the door. "C'mon..."
He looked around to make sure the corridor around them was totally deserted as El unlocked the door with a quick flick of her curls, took his hand and pulled him into the snug little closet. She hit the lightswitch, shut the door, and the lock flipped closed. In one smooth motion they shrugged off their backpacks and jackets into two neat piles on the floor. Mike's anguish faded away as their lips met and locked solidly together, hands fumbling passionately over each other again.
"Ohhh... my... god... El... I... missed... this..." Mike gasped in between each furious kiss. El moaned seductively in acknowledgement, and kept edging him backwards until he butted up against something metal and solid. Their mouths separated one last time, and El moved towards his ear, biting and licking it greedily. She continued peppering kisses down his neck and got onto her knees, sliding her hands down his shirt to his bulging crotch.
Mike looked away as he felt El's hands tug at his zipper, finally noticing what it was he'd bumped into. It was one of the school's industrial grade dishwashing units. Then El's hot little mouth closed around his cock and he didn't care anymore.
"OhhhmygggodddEllll," he grunted loudly, looking down at the stunning girl bobbing her head lovingly on his erect cock. He arched his back in pleasure as she slowed and withdrew it from her mouth, grasping it gently in one hand, gazing wordlessly up at him. The irresistible look in El's warm brown eyes almost made him erupt then and there, and it took every ounce of self-control he had not to cum all over her gorgeous face.
"Been waiting since six-zero-zero to do that," El purred back at him innocently. She could sense the mesmerizing effect her behavior was having on her boyfriend, and couldn't resist teasing him a little more. She closed her eyes and tantalizingly licked her lips, the same action she'd once seen a character on her favorite soap opera perform with an ice cream cone.
"You are such a tease," Mike murmured. He reached down, and pulled El back onto her feet, spinning themselves around so now her back was to the wall. "But before you get too... carried away... with me..." He trailed off awkwardly.
El touched Mike's face again, tracing patterns across her boyfriend's adorable freckles, astonished at how gorgeously goofy he could be sometimes. "Yes. Make me feel good?" she whispered back. He nodded meekly.
She giggled breathlessly at the comical sight of him stumbling around the tiny room with his corduroys around his ankles. He grabbed awkwardly for his jacket, and plopped it unceremoniously on top of the dishwasher. "Here. Scoot up on this," he panted. Eleven complied by hoisting herself skillfully up onto the padded surface and rested her head against the wall. Her white Converses gripped the edge of the dishwasher and she drew her knees up and parted her legs in anticipation of what was to come next.
Mike lifted El's cute stripey blouse over her knees and up above her waist, once again gaping in amazement at the soaking wet patch on her panties. He self-consciously wondered how a nerd like him could even be capable of turning on such a beautiful girl as her. Stop that. He shook his head to clear the anxiety. You know she loves you for who you are. His fingers traced over El's flawless inner thighs and finally took hold of her waistband. El shuffled forward to the edge of the dishwasher and let him peel her panties down her legs and completely off.
Now it was her turn to gasp when the smoldering heat between her thighs exploded into a full-on inferno once Mike's exploring fingers began playing with her swollen pussy lips. "Ohhh! Yes Mike! Like that..." she panted, drawing in a series of shuddering breaths. She lifted her feet into the air, moved her hands under her legs, and suggestively pulled herself open even wider for him. One of Mike's fingers experimentally caressed her little pink rosebud and she jerked like she'd just been stung. "M-Mike! What... what was that?" she gulped. Through the haze in her mind she figured Aunt Joyce had left yet another minor detail out of their little talk before the Snow Ball. "That's... so naughty... no, don't stop!"
Mike submitted obediently, tracing lazy circles around El's tight little pucker while he let his mouth explore every exquisite fold and crevice of her steamy pussy. Her gasps took on a more frantic note, and she began bucking herself wildly against him. She slipped one finger inside herself, then two, shuddering every time Mike brushed against them. The added stimulation was now almost too much for her to handle and she began collapsing sideways. Then his tongue began flicking against her clit over and over again, and she knew she'd just crested that glorious wave.
The lightbulb above the two teens flickered sharply, and a drop of red glistened under El's nose. She had to bite down hard to stop herself from crying out at the top of her voice, settling for a long, drawn out whimper that ended as a forceful expulsion of air from her lungs. Her psychic wail slowly reverberated around Mike's mind instead, like rolling thunder on a warm summer's day.
Mike didn't budge until he was certain that all he could hear was the sound of El's satisfied panting combined with his own frenzied heartbeat. Her pussy gleamed wetly in the dim light as he moved away from it reluctantly, still tasting her unique flavor on his tongue. Their eyes met and she gave him a weak, but no less than dazzling smile. "Happy," she whispered.
He gave her one of his goofy grins in return, and their mouths came together in another fervent kiss.
Then El started to giggle as she felt something warm and hard rub against her leg. "Mike?" She tilted her head downwards.
He frowned and followed her gaze, and began giggling uncontrollably himself. "Oh, bother." His laughter quickly turned into a moan of pleasure when he felt her hand close around it. El's doe-like eyes reflected nothing but eagerness when he looked into them again. She hoisted herself elegantly off the dishwasher and landed on the floor beside him with a quiet thud, causing him to yelp in surprise. She wrinkled her nose at him, and teasingly pressed a finger against her lips.
Quick as a flash she dropped to her knees once more, and then there was something else pressed against those very same lips. Mike's jaw fell open. "Hnnggff...!" He stumbled backwards, but somehow managed to brace himself against the dishwasher.
He hissed and sucked in a breath through clenched teeth as El went to town on him with reckless impunity. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygod," he stammered when she used one hand to jerk the base of his cock while swirling her tongue around the rest of its length.
El moaned around her mouthful of his manhood, enjoying the risqué way the vibrations made him squirm and shudder. She stared up at him hungrily, wanting to make him feel as good with her mouth as he'd made her feel with his.
"Shitohshitohshit," he gasped when she pulled his cock back out of her mouth and started licking it like a lollipop. Or an ice cream cone. Her motions slowed briefly, then she began to rapidly flick her tongue across his tip the same way he'd done against her clit moments earlier. He exhaled in huge groans, desperately repeating her name over and over again with each breath, trying to warn her, but it was too late.
A warm surge of cum splashed all over El's lips and nose, unintentionally making her squeal and squeeze her eyes tightly shut, but she had enough sense to take him back into her mouth before he could make a giant mess everywhere. She held his cock in one hand and waited for his rapid twitching to subside before she released him with a wet and satisfying pop. She looked up at him with a conclusive smirk, cheekily wiping her face with sticky fingers, and he responded by running his hands tenderly through her curly hair.
El clambered off the floor onto suddenly wobbly legs and attempted to pull her sodden panties back on. She erupted into another fit of giggling as she struggled to maintain her balance, clinging on to Mike for dear life. She felt like she'd been on her knees for way too long.
"Shhh, El! Someone might hear us!" Mike teased. He waited until she was modest again before clumsily pulling his own pants and briefs back up, then retrieved his jacket from on top of the dishwasher and tried to ignore the very large and very obvious wet spot as he stuffed it quickly into his backpack.
El picked up her satchel and smoothed down her dress. "How do I look?"
"Still pretty," Mike sighed.
He grabbed the door handle and waited for El to trip the lock.
The door swung open and the couple froze in complete shock. They weren't alone in the hallway.
A boy Mike barely even knew was edging towards them with an odd look on his face. "Hey, it's the retard! Chief's retard kid!" he sneered at El. "What the hell were you doing in there with her, frogface?"
Mike held his hands out in a placating gesture, heart thumping as he tried his hardest not to bite back at the other boy's seething insults. "Hey. Back off, man. No need for that. It's her first day and I'm just showing her round school, alright?"
"Oh so you were giving her a tour of the janitor's closet? Nice try, Wheeler. Troy always said you were a loser creep." The boy edged even closer to the couple, peering suspiciously at their flushed, breathless faces, tousled hair and slightly rumpled clothing. "Word around the place is you and her hooked up at the Snow Ball. Looks like I just caught you at it again!"
"Shut the hell up!" Mike yelled, the panic rising in his chest. "I don't even know you!" His head ached as he realized how close to the mark the bully's words had been.
"Oh yeah? Everybody knows who you are! You, and zombie boy, and those other AV club wastoids! And now retard girl too. What's this supposed to be, some sort of filthy initiation ceremony?" The boy's eyes glinted maliciously.
Mike shot a desperate sideways glance at Eleven. Please let me handle this, he mouthed at her. Their eyes met again briefly and he was surprised to see the steely resolve in her expression. Then to his complete and utter surprise, she took a step forward and took hold of his hand firmly.
"No. Mike is my boyfriend. What does it matter?" she hissed at the other boy defiantly.
The bully's eyes widened, and his aggressive front faltered. "Wha... you... you can talk?"
"Of course. Now leave us alone," she shot back. "And I'm not a retard. You go tell your mouth breather friends."
The other boy's face contorted in anger, but he must have spotted something simmering in El's eyes that made him hesitate. "Wait 'til the whole school hears about this. Chief Hopper's lovechild and frogface Wheeler hooked up during school time," he jeered instead. He glared in revulsion at each of their faces, at their hands tightly clasped together, then pushed his way roughly past Mike and stomped on down the hallway.
Eleven watched the boy go, silently willing herself not to use her powers to trip him up for the sheer fun of it. She settled for making him jump in terror instead by furiously slamming the closet door shut with a vicious twist of her head.
Mike squeezed her hand in quiet consolation and turned to slip his arms around her. They melted together in a longing, reassuring embrace, waiting for the tension and the adrenaline to fade.
"Maybe people will talk about this instead," El murmured sadly into Mike's chest. "Doesn't hurt as much when it's true."
Next chapter is a timeskip back to Christmas.