Hey guys! So I finally figured out how I wanted to do this chapter. I know its going to be a little different organizationally but I hope you guys enjoy it anyways :) your awesome reviews are so very appreciated, I hope you know that!

Chapter 25:

Mike was looking at his face in the mirror, dabbing an alcohol swab lightly at the split in his lip and other areas that may need it. He winced a little each time, but he knew it would be better in the long run. The sooner his injuries heal, the sooner he can get back to work. Hopper gave him a few days off to "recover," even though Mike tried to tell him he didn't need any time off.

Before he could finish, two thin arms wrapped around his waist, and he felt Eleven's form press into his back. Mike set down the swab and stood upright, laying a hand over one of her arms. He smiled down at it a bit befoe turning in her arms so he could look down at her.

"Is everything okay?" He asked her, brushing her hair from her face. Eleven looked up at him in return, and without a word, she nodded her head. "Do you need something then? Are you hungry or thirsty or..." Mike trailed off as her arms dropped from his waist, and instead her hands came around to take his bruised face in between her hands gently.

Eleven pushed herself up onto her toes, and she kissed him softly. He was aware of what she wanted then, as her tongue brushed over his and her legs shook from holding herself up to kiss him for so long. Mike bent down a little, hoisting her up by her thighs. Eleven instinctively curled her legs around his hips to make holding her easier.

Never taking his lips from hers, Mike nudged the bathroom door open with his foot and walked her into the bedroom. He turned and sat on the edge of the bed so that she was sitting in his lap. His hands slid up underneath her shirt to move along her spine.

Maggie carried in a cup of coffee for Will. She had invited him over to check on him, and to apologize for what happened. She couldnt help but feel like the whole incident was her fault. She was young and stupid when she began seeing John, and she regretted it ever since. However, it wasn't Will's problem, and he shouldn't have been involved.

After setting the mug down on the coffee table, Maggie sat next to Will on the sofa, laying her hands in her lap. Will picked up the cup and sipped it lightly before setting it down again and turning to face her.

"Maggie, I know this is a very rude question, but I..." He dropped his gaze, his cheeks flushing. "Were you with... a lot of people before me? You know... intimately?" His eyebrows furrowed, and his face burned with shame for having asked her something so invasive.

"You really shouldn't listen to John," she frowned. Maggie took a deep breath before answering him properly. "I was with a few guys before you, but not as many as John thinks. Most of it was just rumors. Some guys I dated told everyone they slept with me after I stopped seeing them, but I only slept with two of them. Then John. So... Ive been intimate with three guys."

"Three," he nodded, happy with that answer after making up wildly high numbers in his head. John made it seem like she had slept with numerous guys, more than she could count. He was a little relieved to hear that his worries were unwarranted.

"Do you think I'm easy, then?" She asked, looking down at her lap. "Because of those guys..." Will's head shot up to look at her again. He leaned forward and took her hands in his tightly.

"No! Not at all. I think John is an asshole, and you were too good for all those guys anyways." He smiled at her. "I think you're great, Maggie. I really do."

"So..." She leaned closer and put a hand on his thigh. "If I told you that... I wanted to be intimate with you... would you think Im easy?"

"No," he said a little softer than before, his eyes locked onto that hand on his thigh. It slid up slowly, creeping towards a place that had not been touched by someone else before. "I want... I want it, too." Maggie hovered over him now, slowly leading him onto his back. She tugged his tee shirt up with one hand, then slid her hand under the band of his jeans.

Once he'd pulled her shirt from her body, Mike began kissing her breasts, all over, hands gripping her sides tightly. Her head fell back, hair tickling her spine as she took deep breaths to steady herself. Mike was too good with his lips; it wasnt fair.

Mike stood with her in his arms still, then moved to the wall adjacent to him. Eleven let out a small gasp as her bare torso made contact with the cold wall. Mike's hands moved down to grip her thighs again, a little harder this time. She could feel where each of his fingertips dug into her skin, but she didnt mind it one bit.

"Mike," she breathed as he kissed and nipped gently at her throat and collarbone. "Please..."

"Mm. Always so eager," Mike hummed, looking into her eyes. She blushed, but nodded her head in agreement. "Okay. I won't make you wait anymore." He kissed her passionately, then pulled her from the wall and carried her back to the bed. He set her down, then laid back on the mattress, sitting up on his elbows slightly. He grinned at her. "If you want it, take it."

Will couldnt stop the groan that escaped him as her fingers closed around him. He could feel himself hardening at her touch, not that he wasnt aroused from the moment she got close to him. She squeezed his length a little, drawing another gasp from him.

After a moment, she retrieved her hand so she could pop his button loose. Maggie pushed down his zipper, then slid off the couch, onto her knees beside him. She encouraged him to sit up and turn so that he was facing her where he was sitting.

"Just relax," she said softly, noting the way his chest rose and fell rapidly. "Just sit back and breathe." Tucking her hair behind her ear, Maggie leaned forward and put her lips around the tip of his member. She knew she needed to start slowly, especially since it was his first time.

Will's eyes shut tightly as he bit back another moan. It was all new to him, and all oh so pleasant. He couldnt stop the small whimper he let out when her lips slid down further, and she took most of his length in her mouth.

"Maggie," he sighed, hands grabbing the edge of the sofa so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "I... I feel so..." He bit into his bottom lip as he felt her warm tongue scale the side of his member, from base to tip. She was very good at what she was doing, and he wondered if he should be happy about it or concerned.

Maggie stood and wiped her lips with her thumb. She grabbed his hands in hers, then brought them to her hips. Once there, Maggie used her grip on his wrists to lift his hands under her shirt, sliding them up along her stomach, to her breasts. He closed his hands around them, the feeling of his hands against her bare skin exciting him more.

Eleven lowered herself onto Mike once she'd undone his jeans. Inch by inch, she took him in, until she was sitting on his hips without any space between them. Her eyes were closed, lips slightly parted as she panted heavily.

"You can do this," he encouraged her, rubbing her thighs with his hands. "I showed you, remember? I showed you how." She looked at him for a moment, cheeks flush, then nodded. She knew what to do, but she was a little afraid of doing it wrong.

Slowly, at first, she began to move her hips against him, back and forth. Each time, she could feel him push against her insides,stretching her, drawing moans from her plump lips. Mike was panting now as well, the pleasure rolling up from his pelvic region, to his gut, to his chest. He could feel it all over, that arousal deep within him.

Though he wanted to see her do it on her own, he couldnt stop his hands from moving up to grab her hips. He helped her move them, directing them how he wanted to, wanting nothing more than to hit all the right spots for her, while findinga rhythm for himself.

"Ah, Mike," she moaned his name, her head falling forward and hands pressing into his bare chest. Her fingers curled a little, and Mike sort of liked the way her nails dug into his skin, leaving little indents that he could see each time they situated differently.

"Harder," he breathed, grip tightening on her hips. "Eleven."

Maggie hiked up her skirt, throwing her legs over his so she waa straddling him. Holding his member in place, she lowered herself onto it, stopping once the tip breached her walls. She held it there, watching his reaction.

Will was already feeling the intense pleasure of being inside of her, even with only an inch of him inside. He was breathing even hard now, chest heaving, eyes fluttering open and closed rapidly. He was hardening even more.

"Are you ready?" She asked as she gently ran a hand through his hair. Will nodded up at her, sliding his hands up her sides, then dropping them to her legs again.

"Yes."

"I'll start slow," she reassured him, lowering her body until every last inch was buried within her. Will groaned loudly, unable to help himself. His hand flew up in embarrassment to cover his mouth. Maggie quickly pulled his hand away, replacing it with her own lips.

"It's okay," she promised. "We're alone. Dont be shy, Will." She lifted her hips again, then dropped down onto his lap. Soon, she was repeating this in a rhythm, and it was driving Will crazy. He imagined sex would feel good, but he didnt think it would be that good. It was so tight inside of her, he wondered how he fit.

Suddenly, a feeling began to build in his gut, something he knew but not to this extent, this intensity. His breaths quickened, turning into rapid, shallow pants. His hold on her tightened.

"Oh, Maggie," he groaned as that feeling exploded within him. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly as his body shook and tensed all over. Maggie held his head against her chest, stroking her hair as his aftershocks rippled through him.

"Did it feel good?" Will pulled back to look up at her, smiling,

"It felt amazing. You're amazing." He kissed her shoulder, then flopped back against the couch in exhaustion. She giggled a little, then slid off his lap to curl up beside him. "We should do that again... soon."

"Slow down, cowboy," she grinned. "We have to recover."

"I'm recovered," he smirked, turning to lead her back on the couch. "Ill recover soon anyways." He began kissing her again. Maggie wondered if he would really be ready to go so soon, but she kind of hoped he would.

Surprisingly, it was Mike who gave in first. His orgasm was sudden and powerful. Eleven loved the noises that came from him during it, and she kept him inside as he convulsed underneath her. Once it was done, she rolled to the side and laid beside him.

"I'm sorry," he panted, one hand on his chest and the other on the bed beside him. "I dont know why I couldn't hold it in."

"It's a good thing," she shrugged, rolling onto her side to face him. "I liked it." Mike chuckled at that, knowing that they both only cared about the pleasure that the other felt. They were selfless lovers, and it worked out perfectly.

"I guess you just felt too good to hold back." He looked over at her, and she brushed her fingertips over the bruise on his stomach. "It doesnt hurt much, El. Dont worry so much."

"I worry... no matter what. Because I love you." She frowned a bit. Mike leaned closer to kiss her forehead, grabbing her hand and holding it against his chest.

"I know. I love you, too."

Eleven scooted closer and laid her head on his chest. She closed her eyes, holding him gently so as not to hurt him. It wasnt too long before she fell asleep, breathing softly against his bare torso. Mike admired her for a little while, stroking her hair, before falling asleep himself.