Sorry for the wait! I know I keep saying that DX my internet has been in and out for so many days and in the middle of writing this chapter before it went out and when it went to save, it all got erased. So here's take two finally. Its all smut because I wanted to try and give everyone what they want. Wasn't initially planned but eh. Enjoy! Let me know what you think :)
Chapter 35:
Eleven laid back a little nervously, her eyes focused up at the ceiling for a moment. She glanced down at Mike, who was sitting between her two bare thighs. Her lower half was naked to him. Bare. She swallowed hard and sighed.
"Mike," she whined. "Are you sure?" He ran his hands up and down her legs reassuringly, his touch slow and gentle. He nodded to her.
"Yes, El, I'm sure," he told her. "You don't have to be nervous. I promise it will feel really good. Just trust me." She nodded, then laid her head back again. Mike lowered himself, holding up his upper body with his elbows digging into the mattress. He looked up at her, then reached up to grab her hand and intertwine their fingers. "Just enjoy it."
"Okay,' she bit into her bottom lip. Mike leaned forward and started slow, gentle movements of his tongue in a circle around her heated center. Eleven let out a sharp gasp, her body jerking a little. Mike sat up to check on her, but she just nodded again to let him know it was okay. Her legs started to trembled against his shoulders.
Mike got to work with his mouth again, utilizing his tongue and lips equally, pulling out all the stops for her. Eleven grabbed a handleful of the sheets beneath her, whimpering and moaning as he worked his magic, her fingers still locked with his. He held her hand even tighter as he dipped a bit lower, teasing with his tongue at her entrance.
" Mike!" She gasped loudly, then used her free hand to cover her mouth. Will and Lucas were crashing at the house after a night of drinking altogether. Dustin was sober, so he drove himself home, but Will and Lucas decided to stay.
Lucas was on the couch, watching a movie, with Will toppled over on the arm of the sofa, sound asleep and snoring softly. He only barely heard Eleven's outburst, and he smirked a little to himself, murmuring a little "my man" as he turned his attention back to the movie.
Eleven panted heavily as Mike toyed and teased her with that amazing tongue of his. It was driving her wild as it was, but then, suddenly, she felt the pressure of his finger enter her. She moaned again, louder this time, and Mike pulled back to look up at her.
"They'll hear you."
"I don't care," she huffed, not looking down at him this time. He grinned, then went back to work, his tongue dipping in and out, swirling around and flicking over that oh so sensitive spot. The pressure began to build inside of her quickly, and she couldn't hold it back in the slightest. The sensation was new to her, and so very pleasant. "Mike!" She yelped as she reached the edge.
"Come on, El," he grinned devilishly, the speed of his finger moving in and out of her becoming more rapid as her whole body tensed with pleasure. She let out a low groan, then a series of pants as a few aftershocks rippled through her, the orgasm riding out through her body. Mike removed his now sticky fingers, then sat back on the bed. "Did you like it?"
"Yes," she breathed. "I liked it a lot, Mike." He smiled wide, then flopped down on the bed beside her. Eleven rolled over and laid her head on his chest, happy to be close to him and thinking to herself how good he smelled at the moment.
"It didn't take long," he noted after a moment. She raised an eyebrow.
"Is that bad?"
"No. Very good, I think. Means I did a good job," he chuckled, turning his head to kiss her forehead softly. "There's nothing I love more than making you feel good. In one way or another." She smiled, then relaxed against him. He ran his fingers down her back softly, thinking mindlessly about everything going on.
They had talked to Johnathan and Nancy. Even Steve heard about their plans and volunteered to help. Cathy was devastated after Sarah's death, and Steve wanted to do something about it. The whole gang was planning together, figuring what to get and how, when to do it and where. It was a lot to sort through, but it would be worth it to stop the killing.
Nancy leaned back against the couch, looking over at Johnathan. Will was gone at Mike's, and Joyce had gone to stay with Hopper. It was the first time they had been utterly and completely alone, without anyone to pick up or anything they were waiting to do.
She had stayed with him a lot since her split with Steve, though she often returned home to her parents to stay in her old room as well. Johnathan was respectful, a little too respectful, if she was being honest with herself. With everything coming up that they were going to have to face, she didn't want to waste , or have any regrets.
Taking matters into her own hands, Nancy slid over on the couch, closer to him. She sat up, then threw her leg over his, lowering herself into his lap. Johnathan looked stunned, and his eyes widened a little, whole whole body going tense. His hands stayed back and away from her for the moment, pressed firmly into the couch.
"Nancy, what are you-"
"In all this time you haven't tried anything," she cut him off, resting her hands on each of his shoulders and looking down at him. "You look at me like you want to, but you never do. Why? Do you not want to? Was I reading this wrong?"
"No, I do, I just..." His cheeks flushed, and he tore his gaze away from her, looking to the side. "I didn't think you'd want me to. You just got out of a really long relationship."
"Steve is already fucking Mike's ex, so why can't I fuck you?"
"Because you're not like that," Johnathan frowned, that particular word bothering him in that particular sentence. "You're not like Steve or Cathy. You're better than that." Her grip on his shoulders tightened a little, and she shifted in his lap.
"I've waited," she frowned down at him. "I've waited long enough. I want you to touch me." She dropped her hands from his shoulders, grabbing his wrists and lifting his hands to her hips. He let them rest there, though he was still trying to be careful of her boundaries.
"Nancy, Ive never..." He trailed off, his cheeks even hotter now, redder. He was so embarrassed, so shy, that it was painful. Nancy knew she would have to take the reigns. She smiled down at him, then leaned in for a hard, heated kiss, dragging her teeth across his bottom lip gently.
"Why haven't you?" She asked when she pulled away. "Never, with anyone?"
"No one wants to date the town freak, Nance," he grimaced. "I'm not the cute kid that went missing. I'm his weird older brother who likes taking pictures. And sometimes of cute girls through windows." Nancy smiled a little, thinking back to that picture, and to their first interaction.
"I better have been the only one."
"You were the only one. Always." He tightened his grip on her hips a little, a desperate kind of longing growing within him as she sat in his lap.
"Let me," she said softly. Nancy sat back a little, reaching down to undo his jeans. She was glad that under his boxers he was incredibly firm. He wanted it just as bad, she discovered. "You shouldn't have waited so long. You could have had me whenever."
"I wanted it to be your decision," he said. She freed him of his boxers completely, shimmying them down his hips just enough that they were in the way. She grinned,
"Look at what you've been hiding from the world."
"Stop." His face was burning already, and she was only making it worse. She couldn't help it..he was significantly larger than Steve, and Steve was all she had ever had before. Part of her was concerned that the difference in size would hurt, but it wasn't going to stop her.
Nancy lifted herself, pushing up her skirt enough to give her legs more room. She pulled her underwear to the side, positioned him with her other hand, then slowly lowered her body down onto his firm member. Johnathan bit into his lip violently to hold back a groan, his head falling back and his eyes closing.
Nancy let out a small wince, the size proving to be enough of a difference to cause a little bit of pain. She sat still for a moment, letting herself adjust. Her eyes fell on him, on his expression. He could barely contain himself. His lip had started to bleed from his teeth digging into them. She let herself slide down the rest of the way, letting every inch of him slip into her though it hurt initially.
"Nancy," he moaned her name, and it turned her on more than she cared to admit. She smiled, then lifted herself and lowered her body again quickly. His grip on her hips tightened, and he let his head fall forward onto her shoulder. "It feels so fucking good," he breathed. "I can't... Hold out long like this."
"Its okay if you don't. Its your first time." She started to move up and down again, but he grabbed her hips and forced them down again.
"Don't move, please. Just... Let me feel it like this for a minute... Before its over..." He took deep, ragged breaths, his head against their shoulder, red face hidden from view. Nancy waited for moment, but she got impatient. She wanted to make him finish, to be the first and only to ever do it. She couldn't wait forever.
She pried his hands from her hips, bouncing herself up and down rapidly on his lap. He panted and moaned with each bounce, unable to be quiet, unable to hold it back. It was only a few minutes before he couldn't take it anymore.
He grabbed the edges of the sofa, and it hit him all at once. Nancy dropped down onto him, and she felt it burst inside of her suddenly, a heat in her gut, something she hasn't expected. Johnathan tensed and spasmed, panting and trying to steady himself.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Johnathan." She grabbed his face, forcing him to look her in the eye. She hasn't pulled herself away yet, hadn't moved off of his lap. She stayed there to show he shouldn't be ashamed. "Its alright. I wanted this. All of it. Every bit of you." She kissed him. "I love you. All of you. And I always want to be able to have all of you."
"You have me," he told her with a small smile. "I'm all yours, Nancy Wheeler."
"Make me Nancy Beyers," she kissed him again. "Then I'll have all of you." He grinned, then hugged her tightly, wondering what he did to deserve her, to be able to have her like he just did, and to have a future with someone as beautiful and perfect as Nancy.