Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Stranger Things.
A/N: You guessed it! Adult content warning! (I literally blushed, writing this chapter.) You're going to notice Billy soften a bit from here on out, but don't worry he's still a bad boy. *Swoons* Never change Billy Hargrove, never change. As always, I love to hear what you think, so don't be shy!
Chapter 19: "Girlfriends," They're Really Not His Thing
"Eleven."
There it was again, that dark and menacing voice, ringing in her ears, setting a mound of dread into the pits of her stomach.
"Don't you appreciate what I did for your friend's father?" he asked offendedly, that same forceful pressure returned, to pin her body down against the bed.
"The good doctor sent that miraculous creature after your little redheaded friend… You're lucky, I got to them just in time. I've done you a favour, now it's your turn to help me."
Why couldn't she see this entity? Was he real, was any of this real? Or was it all just a vivid dream? No. It had to be real; the tattoo, the wall, all of that had been real. "what do you want!" she cried, "I thought you were on my side, six. Why do you want to hurt me?"
"Oh Eleven, so you do know who I am?" Her body froze as he approached her, his tone was pleased, and his breath was once again hot in her ear.
"I could never hurt you-- You are-- far too precious to me, and always have been. I merely want you to take your place by my side. Don't you know how special you are? How powerful you can be? We can do great things together; I can show you how great you can be. --None of your 'friends,' not even this boy, will ever be able to offer you what I'm able to give you. You just need to trust me; the upside down has more opportunities to superior beings like us then you ever thought possible." He convinced, with a voice like silk.
"I don't understan—"
"You don't need to understand, you only need to trust in me, your power is strong, raw, unique, we are perfect weapons Eleven—kindred spirits."
"You won't hear from me again, until your next encounter with the doctor. I will warn you though, you try to close the gate and I will have a much different demeanour, make you next move wisely Eleven."
As his voice faded out into the night, she began to feel the pressure release off her body, soon she was even able to open her eyes. When she came to, her body jolted in a fright-- but strong arms came from behind her, a familiar warmth and embrace held her tight and with it she released her fear and let sleep reclaim her.
Safe.
--
It had been two days since Billy and Eleven's moment in the shower, with its passion and unsaid words, it had changed their relationship dramatically. Billy seemed to have dropped one of many walls around his heart, and El seemed to be less fearful of him for it.
It was a warmer day for December, the sun was shining, and the wind seemed to be non-existent. If it wasn't for the threat of the end of world coming, it would have been a beautiful winters day.
Steve had asked Billy earlier that morning, if he could bring over a few spare items from the lake house. Billy had asked what they were for and received the answer of "trust me you don't want to know." He got the inclination that he was helping to build what was most likely a bomb, he hoped to God, that it wasn't going to blow the entire town away. But really, what choice did they have? He couldn't blame the sheriff really, like who in their right mind would enable a group of kids with weapons? No one. He knew when hopper found out that he had been an accomplice in this plan, he would most likely make it damn near impossible for him to see his daughter again. It was too bad for the sheriff that he was a bad boy and he revelled in the thought of going against him.
Billy and El, had made their way into town and decided that because they still had some time to spare, they would indulge in a late breakfast. "Can you put the wig on please?" Billy handed the long blonde mop of hair to El, "do I have to?" she turned to him with rolling eyes. "Yes, it's broad daylight, tomorrow this is over, but for now…. we really can't risk you being seen by any of those assholes."
"Fine," she twisted her long hair onto the top of her head, bending forward she placed the flowing wig over her own hair and leant up, to ruffle out her new blonde locks.
"Chyeahhhh, I thought I'd like it more than I do," he gave a charming wink and decided it was in his best interest to ignore the displeased look on her face. "Come on, let's go, I'm starving."
With their hearts set on the local diner, the pair made their way down the busy sidewalk. People were staring, that was obvious. The blonde wig that Billy had recommended El put on to disguise her identity, apparently was having the opposite effect. It was long and striking and accompanied with her slight figure and high waisted jeans she resembled something similar to a barbie doll. Billy stopped her in her tracks with a gentle tug on her arm, he pulled her into him, "you're an absolute babe, you know that?" he whispered deeply into her ear, taking advantage of their closeness he gave her bum a sleazy squeeze. She smiled and slapped his arm playfully.
"Billy Hargrove! And here I was thinking that blondes weren't your type!" The tall blonde faked a humorous laugh, "missed you the other night, when you ran off, but I guess you had better things to do huh?" she continued to smile, "whos' your…umm…little friend?" she crossed her arms out of sincere irritation.
Fuckkkk, Cynthia, no Candance… Chanel?
Billy flashed the tall blonde a half small, but a wave of panic had swept over him. Would El be thinking he had been getting hot and busy with 'Cynthia?'
Her face said it all.
Yes.
"I'm-- Jane," she thought fast, "and you are?" She returned the fake smile with one of her own, a much more penetrating one for that matter.
"Casey," the tall blonde looked to Billy for his reaction, he could only give her a pair of handsome dimples. "And how do you know Billy? I certainly haven't seen you around." She pursed her lips at the thought of catching him out on his mad escape.
Her name was "Casey," of course!
"I'm his… --friend, from California." She returned the bitchy glare.
"Interesting, looks like she's a special friend…. Be careful with this one, he's trouble," she pushed past Billy's arm and continued down the strip mall.
On the other side of him a jealous Eleven was making her way in the opposite direction, "El wait—" Billy came in hot behind her, "it's not as bad as it looks… nothing happened, but you have to know that, before this… before us, whatever we are—there was a lot of…" he sighed, "dragons." He sighed again, forcing her into a hug.
"Dragons," she looked up to him curiously.
"yeah, you know… I had to slay a lot of dragons, to find my princess," his smirk was so charming that it spread onto her face. He was referring to her as a princess and Casey as a dragon, well how could he not have redeemed himself! "I'm crazy about you, can't you see that?" he whispered.
Jesus, What was it about this girl that made him feel, weak and powerful all at the same time.
"Nice cover by the way... Jane, from Cali," he winked and moved in to lock his lips with hers.
But El stopped him with a gentle finger against his lips, "I'm crazy about to you too," she spoke softly, her words evoked a softness within Billy that he didn't even know he had and with a grin that nearly split his skin from mouth the ear, he laid a passionate kiss on her and only stopped because of some asshole wolf whistling.
There, he had said it. It took an unfortunate debacle, but he'd let her see the surface of his feelings. He'd have to remember to thank blondie for it later, she'd forced him in his most impressive vulnerable moment yet, a push had been exactly what he'd needed.
--
Elbows deep in a belated breakfast, El thought it was the best time to come clean with her most recent encounter with six, "I need to tell you something," she nearly muttered.
Oh God, was this it? Was she going to ask what this is? What we are?
"Last night, I had another dream… Six. He has plans and they aren't good ones." She sighed.
"what do you mean? Why didn't you wake me up!"
"This is going to being bad. He doesn't want the gate closed— he said that when I go back to the lab… he will be there, he wants my power, he wants me…" she looked into his eyes with glossy ones, she was on the verge of tears, he could see it.
"You don't need to be afraid; you aren't doing this on your own-- we'll figure it out." He grabbed her chin to force her to look him into his reassuring eyes, "come one let's get going, we are suppose to be meeting Harrington and the rest of your nerdy friends in half and hour, who knows maybe we'll luck out and he'll blow up Hawkins and save us the headache." He lightened the mood with a soft chuckle.
--
El couldn't wait to get back into the sanctity of the car, the wig that was now present on her head, brought back painful memories of the lab. She pulled it off and ruffled her long dark locks out, placing the offending article on her lap, all she could do was stare at it. Being stuck in a trance, she began to remember the first time she had encountered a wig, and why.
"Eleven, come here and be a good girl and let us finish?"
"but it's cold papa, it feels so cold," she shuddered from frigidness of the already freezing room, "please papa, please, don't—" she pleaded, looking down at the already large pile of dark hair on the floor.
"It's for your own good, that hair, is the only thing that stands in the way of your test results, don't you want to make your papa happy?" the doctored smiled pleasantly at her.
"yes papa." She looked down to her feet, "but—"
"Eleven, if you don't listen, I will take it as your disobedience. --You know what happens when you disobey papa, don't you?" He grasped the chairs arm rests and with penetrating eyes, created a mist of manipulation.
"Yes, papa."
He caressed her face with a pale hand, "good, you understand, we can carry on then."
-
"El?"
"Where'd you go?" Billy squeezed her leg gently.
"Huh?" she shook herself out of her memories, "…I was just thinking."
"About what?" He glanced into her direction again.
"Papa," she still looked down to the wig, "I don't want to see him ever again, but I'm going to have to tomorrow night. Scared I guess."
Billy wasn't an idiot. He could see plain as day, what was going on here. The wig, the lab… it all made sense, fuck that bastard had done some damage. "Sensitivity" He chanted like a mantra inside his head, "hey, how about, I hold him down and you shave HIS head?" He glanced to her with a gentle smirk. His efforts paid off and giggled popped out from between her lips. "but seriously… I promise I won't let him touch a literal hair on your head."
Billy got it; he had that one person in his life that he seemed to be unable to confront no matter how hard he tried. His father, Neil Hargrove had traumatised him so much, that he had forgotten he was bigger, stronger and younger than him. If he really wanted to, he could easily put him into his place—but things weren't that simple. Dr Brenner was El's nightmare, and Billy was happy to take that prick off her hands, no skin off his back.
--
The meeting at Dustin's house was tense, especially when El had decided it was best to come clean about her encounter with six.
"So, what you're saying is… we now have the lab, the upside down and six against us? Well, that's just fantastic," Dustin threw his hands up into the air dramatically.
"El… isn't he supposed to be like you?" Mike questioned.
"Not exactly… My mom found these files out of the paperwork she stole from the lab last time… He's different from El. He dabbles in a lot of different things." Will intercepted nervously, "he has telekinesis like El, but judging by these tests, he's not as strong… which is probably why he wants you." Will glanced at El before starting again, "he can intercept dreams-- and similar to how you described Kali, he can manipulate the mind slightly, but only if a person is weak enough to let it happen. -- His most impressive skill… is teleportation." He sighed, "he's dangerous, the notes say he's killed a lot of people in his time at the lab."
"So, we're shit out a luck then?" Steve snickered sarcastically.
"He saved Billy's dad; he can't be all that bad?" Lucas shrugged.
"Only because he wants something," Billy hissed.
"The Demogorgon's, the lab, the upside down, they're not even the real problem anymore," Dustin chipped in, "check out these puppies," he pulled the bedsheet off the table and revealed an assortment of homemade contraptions. "If Doc Brown wasn't fictional, I'd have made him proud," he grinned.
"Jesus, you better hope the FBI doesn't raid your house before tomorrow," Steve exclaimed. "So, I guess it's settled, we blow the lab up and distract this creep away from El while she closes the gate."
"Easier said than done," Lucas scoffed.
"Well have you got a better idea?" Steve rebutted.
"No, I guess, not, just all hands-on deck."
"Will spring it on the chief last minute, that way he'll have to come." Steve smirked.
"NO. Not dad. He's still hurt," El pressed, "No Joyce, no dad." She insisted softly.
"How about Nancy and Jonathon?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, I think that would be good," Steve agreed, looking around the group to see they were all nodding in agreeance also.
"Great so tomorrow night, twenty hundred hours, we have ourselves a bomb fire," Dustin grinned at the table, holding his work.
"Tomorrow."
--
When Will had explained the information he had attained about six, it only confirmed El's worries and suspicions about his intentions.
Will's words had been playing on El's mind the entire way back to the lake house. She couldn't get them out of her head, "that's why he wants you." Six wanted her, he wanted her power. After her dream the night before, or whatever the hell it had been, she worried for her friends. She worried that, this time, she wouldn't be on their side, no matter how bad she wanted to be
"Billy," she attempted to grab his attention, he was busy packing a bag of acquired weapons, his face was serious but as he heard her voice, his eyes softened as he looked up to her, "yeah?"
"If…. I—" she stuttered, "if-- it looks like I'm going to be taken over, I want you to make sure I don't hurt anyone… I don't care what you have to do. Just don't let me—" she met his eyes with a seriousness he'd never seen in her before. He dropped what he was doing to stomp his way over to her, she clearly needed some sense talked into her.
"Don't be stupid—it will be fine," he placed his hands on her shoulders, "just worry about closing the gate, the rest is all planned, if you could kick my ass, you can kick anyone's." He gave her a playful wink.
He wasn't hearing her… "No Billy, you don't understand," she raised her voice slightly, to regain his attention.
"-- I have a… festering wound." She admitted with a pause, "It's dark-- dangerous."
Jesus Christ, we're going there, are we?
"I know… I have one too." He looked at her knowingly, his words provided her with more comfort then he knew, "but you shouldn't be afraid to use it."
"I don't want to hurt anyone," she looked down to her feet, but he forced her eyes back up to his. "I know what you're capable of, you're an idiot-- if you can't see how good you are." He placed a hot kiss onto her neck and stayed there to whisper, "you pulled me out of a very dark place and I still have no idea how you did it." He grinned into the nape of her neck, "I'm looking forward to being on your side this time."
Don't hide the damage, use it.
How could she argue his logic any further, when he was busying planting a trail of kisses from ear to neck to mouth. He knew he'd won the battle when he placed his hands into the front of her jeans, she wiggled and delved against his roaming fingers. Following through with a move of her own, she ransacked the front of his jeans, grasping and pulling at his belt buckle, until she could yank it free. She let it fall to the floor with a thud.
The rawness and hunger in her touch made Billy ache with arousal, he placed an almost tooth shattering kiss on her and wouldn't release her, even in the inconvenience of removing the remainder of their pants. He stumbled over the rest of his jeans, as he allowed El to guide him over to the living room sofa. When she gently nudged her chin to release a small wave of power that pushed him off and down onto the sofa; his look of shock quickly turned to a menacing handsome smile. "So hot," he mumbled as she sat down and grinded into his lap. He wasn't wearing any boxers anymore, and the thin fabric of El's underwear was teasing his ridiculously rock-hard shaft. She grinded into him over and over again. "WHY do you still have underwear on," he groaned into her ear, "come on stop mucking around, take em' off." He tugged at the fabric.
But El hadn't finished her game yet-- she weaved her hands into his hair and held him there. Holding him firmly enough, to buy her time to find her way back to his lips. "I gotta have you," he nearly pleaded. With another playful grind of her hips, he groaned in frustration and she couldn't help but smile into their kiss.
Well, apparently Billy had his fill of being teased by a piece of soaking wet fabric. With one strong hand he lifted her up off his lap and held her there, with the other hand, in one swift movement he ripped the offending article of clothing straight off her body. With nothing short of a primal instinct, he rammed himself into her. It erupted what he hoped to have been a gasp of pleasure from his little 'tease,' but until he felt the pool of wetness that followed it, he hadn't been sure. The wet heat of the inside of her, gave him closure to the closeness he'd felt like he needed at that moment, "stop being such a cock tease," he muttered into her lips.
He surprised El, that he only held her there to forcefully thrust into her a few times. Once he had some relief from the over stimulation, he let her take back control and grind into him again. He let his head fall back into the sofa to revel in the feeling of her. His hands however, made their way around her body, starting with in between her thighs and working their way up her waistline, finally making their way to grasp and knead supple breasts. He didn't take over control again until he knew that she had finished. He held her hips still and thrusted into her forcefully, feeling every vibration of her still pulsating walls. He stopped suddenly, nearly missing his queue to spill his load atop of them.
As they made their way to the shower to clean off the evening's events, Billy pulled her in close and under the cascade of water, with one hand he held her face to meet his. With a smile that would melt the hearts of women everywhere, he kissed her.
"I don't do girlfriends— they're not my thing, but you definitely belong with me"
