Ordered a new computer last week. Got the email that it was out of the testing phase and will soon be sent to me. But to prove that karma is a bitch, now I need a root canal operation -.-

Flyingtuna: I knew I was spoiling you too much when I updated that quickly :D

El Henderson: well, how can you enjoy the vacation properly when you need a dental operation. Went grocery shop for my grandma today and a friend of mine who works at the checkout asked me why I wouldn't do that dental stuff when I was out of the vacation to maybe get a sick certificate ^^

Guest: If I stopped the stories, I would tell you in the last author's note. Unless I suddenly died, of course, which I hope I won't for another few decades.

Other Guest: content might take more than a few days sometimes ;) A few months ago, I subscribed to a couple of Stranger Things stories and since then, there wasn't an update to any of those, so stop complaining :D :D :D

But now, enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters and I write for my own pleasure and that of the readers.

"Best movie of them all so far." Will stated, Mike nodding.

"Agreed." Mike added. "While the first one was more like a test run, this one was made great by Ricardo Montalban's performance."

"I'm sad that Spock died." El mentioned. "Though at least he died a hero."

"With one of the more well-known quotes from Star Trek." Mike smiled.

"The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few." Will quoted. "Though I don't think I could do that."

"Do what?" El asked, sitting up and disentangling herself from Mike's grasp.

"Sacrifice myself for others." Will shrugged. "My sense of self-preservation would kick in hard."

"Mike would do it." El stated.

"How do you know?" Will wondered.

"Because he jumped from the cliff into the quarry to save Dustin who was threatened with a knife by Troy." El told him.

"Seriously?" Will gasped. "Why have you never told me this?"

"At the time, you were missing." Mike shrugged. "And afterwards, I didn't want to bother you with this, since you had enough on your mind."

"How did you survive?" Will asked.

"El pulled me up with her powers." Mike shrugged. "Then she broke Troy's arm."

"Nice." Will laughed and gave El a high five. "So, wanna watch the third movie too?"

"How many are there?" El wondered.

"So far, four." Will told her. "The fifth is going to be released soon in theaters."

"It was directed by William Shatner himself." Mike said giddily. "It must be good."

"We'll see." Will smiled. "If we time our visit to Hawkins right, we can watch it together."

"Of course." Mike nodded. "So, are we going to watch the next now?"

"It's almost eleven, you really wanna watch another movie?" El asked them.

"You're right, when the time is you, we shouldn't start another movie." Mike nodded.

"When the time is me?" El looked at him confused before understanding. "Ha ha, very funny."

"You like it." he grinned, looking at her deadpan expression.

"Pff." she waved him off and climbed off of the lay-z-boy, Mike also standing up.

Will hurried into the bathroom first, brushing his teeth to give Mike and El room to wash up and also clean their teeth. Mike went first, getting in a quick shower before brushing his teeth, El taking his place in the bathtub while he did that. When El began brushing her teeth, he walked into their bedroom, pulling back the duvet and climbing into bed.

"So." a returning El spoke up, Mike seeing her wear one of his shirts, the material going down to her thighs. "You ready?"

"Ready." he nodded and watched in awe as she took off the shirt, revealing her glorious nakedness. "You're so beautiful."

"Take off your clothes." she prompted him, standing next to the bed, smiling when he hurried to follow her order.

"So, how does it work?" he asked as he dropped his shorts, giving her a good look at his already hardening manhood.

"I sit on your face like I did on Christmas, just with my back to you instead of the other way around." she explained. "Then I bend forward and can take your penis into my mouth while you pleasure me with your tongue."

"Okay." he nodded vigorously and laid back, watching as she put one leg on the bed and swung her other over his head, giving him an amazing look at her folds.

"Now, I'm gonna... OH!" El started to say but could only gasp when Mike grabbed her hips and pulled her down, his tongue connecting with her folds and pushing past them, eager to taste her again. "OH! Oh Mike!"

El realized that it felt very different from when she sat on his face the other way around but back then, he had concentrated more on her clit since it had been in easier reach of his tongue. But with this angle, his tongue moved between her folds, deep into her and it felt similar to when he did that when they were at the pool.

Wanting him deeper, she let her body weight drop on him, feeling him going even deeper and she gasped in pleasure, trying to keep her moaning to a minimum to avoid Will or Joyce from hearing them. Her hands went to her breasts, rubbing over her nipples as she felt a climax approach, Mike's tongue doing magic to her insides.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" she cursed, her hips beginning to undulate, rocking back and forth until she began shaking, Mike grabbing her harder to prevent her from separating her vagina from his mouth.

"Um... El?" he asked after she had calmed down, pushing her slightly off of him.

"What is it?" she panted, turning her head.

"Didn't you say that sixty-nine was us pleasuring each other at the same time?" he grinned.

"Sorry." she apologized, realizing that she hadn't done her part yet.

She pushed herself back down, his tongue again going inside her, making her moan more. This time, she bent forward towards his erect manhood, taking it into her hand and giving a few strokes before running her tongue along the shaft from the base to the tip, letting it swirl around the top before wrapping her lips around it.

She more felt than heard Mike groan, the vibrations from his throat translating through his tongue into her insides, making her flutter. His approving groan gave her the courage to go lower, taking more of his penis into her mouth while keeping up the movements of her tongue. She felt his hips move up, trying to get more of his manhood into her mouth but she moved with him, not daring to try that yet.

Ever since the first time she had blown him, she hadn't dared taking him completely into her mouth, not after she had almost vomited. This time, she decided to find out how much she could take in before the gagging reflex kicked in and with every slow bob of her head, she took him deeper, a fraction at a time.

Meanwhile, Mike gave back what he was feeling, letting his tongue move rapidly inside her. To him, she tasted like heaven, knowing that her arousal came from his actions. He had no idea if his skill was actually good, since there was no way to compare it to anything, but El's reaction encouraged him to keep doing what he was doing. Suddenly, El released him, sitting back up and beginning to undulate her hips again.

"Mike!" she squealed. "I'm coming again!"

Hearing that, Mike increased his efforts once more, rapidly moving his tongue until she began shaking again. Wrapping his arms around her waist to prevent her from getting up, he kept licking her, pulling his tongue out to caress her clit with it for a bit before dipping it back in, wanting to continue to taste her. El kept her hips moving, panting hard and demanding friction but Mike felt a bit neglected and suddenly, El felt one of his hands on the back of her head, pushing her down again.

Grinning at his eagerness, she wrapped her lips around his cock again, taking him in deeper this time. She began bobbing her head once more, getting deeper and deeper until her lips reached the base of his manhood. She never stayed long enough to cause a gag reflex, her head bobbing too fast but what she couldn't stop was the slurping noise that began and Mike felt his cock tightening, feeling and hearing what she was doing and in his mind's eye imagining how it looked.

"Oh my god, El!" Mike groaned loudly. "If you keep doing that, I will come!"

Hearing that, El increased the speed with which she was blowing him. She could feel Mike pulling back, as if he was trying to push his hips into the mattress. By now, she knew enough to know that he was trying not to climax and she increased her efforts even more, simply moving down with him, feeling him beginning to pulsate, while Mike gave out almost pained groans from under her. But despite his best efforts, he couldn't stop himself from coming.

"El!" he gasped and exploded into her mouth.

When she felt his hot spill spread into her mouth and land on her tongue, she regretted her decision to taste him. When Max had told her that Lucas' had tasted vile, she didn't quite believe her, unwilling to accept that it could be so bad, so she had decided a while ago to bring him to climax orally and let him do it into her mouth.

To avoid what happened that other time, when he spread it all over her face, she kept her mouth on him, waiting for him to finish while trying not to swallow. Mike kept groaning, his hips still moving up and down and she still felt him pulsate, another drop escaping every time. It took almost twenty seconds before his hips finally slumped down, his relieved moan telling her that he was finished.

"What's wrong?" he asked when she jumped up, grabbing an empty glass and spitting into it.

"Ugh, that really does taste vile." she commented, quickly rinsing her mouth with a sip of water and donning his shirt again so she could leave her bedroom to go to the bathroom.

She poured out the sticky mass and washed out the glass while rinsing her mouth further. She thought about how Mike would continue licking her when she climaxed, even going so far as to stop her from moving away and to test it, she pushed her index finger between her folds and tasted it herself. She winced at the salty and tangy taste, wondering how he could find that so appealing as to keep pleasuring her like he did.

"Feeling better?" he grinned, having put on his pajama shorts again.

"Yes." she nodded and joined him in bed. " Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." he nodded and wrapped her arms around her.

"How do I taste for you?" she wanted to know.

"Heavenly." he smiled dreamily.

"Really?" she was surprised at his choice of word. "I tasted myself and I thought it very... salty."

"I know." he winked. "But since it's me causing this arousal, it tastes great."

"If you say so." she shrugged.

"Why do you ask?" he inquired.

"Max told me that she made Lucas come with her mouth and it tasted vile, so I got curious." she told him. "And now that I tasted you, I have to agree with her."

"Does that mean that you will never make me come with your mouth again?" he looked disappointed.

"Well, I was more inclined to simply get you off with my pussy." she winked. "Your little friend down there seems to like her very much."

"He does." Mike laughed.

"But, to reassure you, I will make you come with my mouth again." she promised. "I just won't let it get into my mouth."

"That's acceptable." he chuckled.

"Why, thank you." she smirked and gave a theatrical huff. "I'm so glad you will allow that."

"Aren't you a young Miss Sarcasm." he kept chuckling, dropping a kiss on her cheeks.

"If I was Max, I'd punish you by now." she moped.

"And how does Max punish Lucas?" he was interested to know.

"She either withholds sex after turning him on or she makes him pleasure her more than he thinks he can." she told him. "It's usually the first."

"Wow, that's mean." he laughed. "I remember some of the really hard erections I had just watching you change."

"I know." she grinned and felt his hand moving up her shirt, slowly caressing her lower regions before moving up further until it rested on her left breast. "What are you doing?"

"Buttering you up." he hummed, pulling her shirt up as far as he could, El lifting her hips so he could get it past her breasts.

"What for?" she wanted to know, while his lips descended on her left nipple, making her shiver and goosebumps appear on her skin. "Mh, that feels good."

"I don't want you to punish me the way Max does to Lucas." he chuckled and sucked on her nipple, making her hiss. "At least not the first way."

"So you'd be willing to be punished with me demanding you to pleasure me?" she smiled evilly.

"Yeah." he smiled. "Sounds very enticing."

"Well then." she giggled and put her hands on his head, pushing him downward. "Get down there and don't stop until I tell you to."

"Your wish is my command, milady." he nodded serious and moved down, spreading her legs and pressing her mouth on her vagina again.

She didn't tell him to stop for an entire hour before he suddenly did herself. but before she could joke about him violating her order, he kissed his way up her body until he reached her lips. And before she knew it, he entered her, after which any words of protest died in her throat while her body welcomed his penis and began moving in harmony with his.

"What a view." Mike gasped, looking around.

"Yeah." El nodded. "I've never been up here since we moved."

"Really, never?"

"Mike, why would I come up here?" she smiled.

"Right." he accepted and gazed around.

The last five days, they had done a sightseeing tour through Chicago, visiting places like the Cultural Center, the Lincoln Zoo, the Field Museum, walking along the Magnificent Mile and of course, what they did today, going to the observation deck of the Sears tower, which gave them the view of Chicago that they enjoyed right now.

Since this morning, El had felt the gloom return, the knowledge that Nancy and Jonathan would return from their vacation tomorrow putting a damper on her mood. She knew that Jonathan would drive from Buffalo to Chicago, leaving Nancy refreshed for her drive back to Hawkins, which meant that they didn't have another night after their return.

Mike felt her sadness and shared it, hugging her tightly whenever possible, trying to convey to her that he felt the same but that they would get over their separation like they did from Christmas to Easter. He couldn't wait until he was eighteen, even if that was still almost three years away but then, he would be free to move and live either near or even with El, but only if she wanted to, of course.

"Mike?" she spoke quietly.

"Yeah?" he sighed.

"I don't want you to leave."

"I don't want to go." he agreed. "But unfortunately, I'm not old enough to live on my own or away from my parents."

"You need to be eighteen for that, right?" she asked.

"Unless they kicked me out, yeah." he nodded. "If they kicked me out, I'd still need a legal guardian."

"Do you ever imagine us living together?" she asked.

"Of course." he replied. "Almost every day. Thinking about waking up next to you every day, have breakfast, leave for school or our jobs, talking on the couch and at night, falling asleep with you in my arms."

"Me too." she sighed. "So we'll have to wait at least almost three years until that can become a reality."

"Yeah." he nodded again. "And that assumes we'll find colleges or jobs in the same city."

"I think we would be able to do that." she smiled.

"Can I ask you something?" he thought of something he had forgotten before. "What is Joyce doing in her job? I never really understood."

"She's working in sales." El told him. "Not in a store like she did before but she's sitting in an office and selling meat products, I think, over the phone."

"Nice." he nodded impressed.

"Do you know that Jonathan and Nancy will move in together next year?" she asked.

"No!" he gasped. "She didn't tell me any of this. Is Nancy moving here?"

"I think so." she shrugged. "Jonathan has found a job as a photographer for the Chicago Tribune."

"I know that Nancy wants to go to college to study journalism." Mike said. "Though she's hoping that her next job won't involve her male coworkers denigrating her and then melting and combining to form a monster."

"The second part is always a bonus." El laughed, a bit sad, remembering the crisis that had included people melting and had ended with her adoptive father sacrificing himself to save them all.

She knew that Joyce was still not over the fact that she had been the one being forced to kill Jim. El didn't blame her, she had gotten to know Hopper well enough to know that for all his gruffness, he wouldn't have hesitated to give his own life if it meant saving the people he loved. At the beginning of their life in Chicago, El had sometimes heard Joyce cry at night and El's heart had broken with her, reminding her of his absence.

"Come on, we should head back soon." Mike prompted her. "Will wants to watch the next two Star Trek movies."

"Alright." she nodded and joined him on the way to the elevator.

As they entered the lift, she noticed another couple joining them on the way down and for some reason, she felt as if she had seen the two before. The couple seemed almost to purposefully not look at them but other than that, she didn't feel any sort of threat coming from them. Blaming it on her paranoia that was left over from her experience with the strange man in the void, she ignored them and once the elevator had reached the ground floor, she took Mike's hand again and both walked out of the building.

The couple entered the train with them, not a weird occurrence but they left a station before El and Mike's destination, calming her. Unbeknownst to her, that couple reported back to their handler that their observation target was fine, her boyfriend as well. The agents had no idea why they had to watch that girl, and the boy for as long as he was here as well as her family, and make sure nothing happened to them but orders were orders, especially when they came signed by the director himself.

El and Mike were completely ignorant of that, so they walked home without a care. Joyce greeted them with a smile and an almost finished dinner, deciding on doing a barbecue in the backyard with some of the meat her company sold. Will stood in the kitchen, stirring a large bowl of potato salad to mix it properly, Mike helping him with other types of salads in smaller bowls.

"So, you guys set for tomorrow?" Joyce asked as they ate.

"No." Mike sighed. "I don't want to be apart from her."

"I don't want him to leave either." El said morosely.

"I know." Joyce nodded. "But you guys can deal with it, I know you can."

"It's not as if we have a choice, do we?" El looked at her with a smirk.

"No, I won't let you go with him." Joyce shook her head. "I doubt Mike's mom would agree to let you life with them."

"Have you asked?" El plodded on.

"Jane, I know you are hurting but please, don't make this harder than it will already be for you." Joyce pleaded.

"You guys should know, absence makes the heart grow fonder." Will tried to joke.

"Ugh, shut up." Mike couldn't help but chuckle. "Just wait until you have to separate from your boyfriend."

"You know?" Will gasped. "How?"

"El told me." Mike shrugged.

"How do you know?" Will turned to his adoptive sister.

"Mom told me." El shrugged this time.

"And how do you know?" Will turned to his mother.

"Please, I'm your mom." Joyce smirked at him. "You really think I wouldn't notice?"

"Are you...?" Will hesitated.

"Why wouldn't I?" Joyce nodded. "You're my son and I love you. Why would it matter to me who you love?"

"Some parent's aren't that understanding." Mike interjected. "Max's stepdad for one, he doesn't accept Lucas."

"Because he's a racist." Joyce shrugged. "Though that implies that he's homophobic too too."

"How so?" El wanted to know.

"I have yet to find anyone who's an overt racist who doesn't also have a problem with gay people." Joyce said. "In my experience, those two things go hand in hand."

"I think that's sad." El said. "Why would these people care what others are doing?"

"This is the problem with some people." Joyce explained. "They want to get their way."

"Would people like that accept me?" El wondered.

"You're a white woman who's not gay, so yes, of course." Joyce said. "But if you're asking if they'd accept your powers, then probably not because they would be afraid of what you could do."

After finishing the barbecue and helping clean the table, the children made themselves comfortable on the couch. Will put in the third Star Trek movie, El learning that Spock had somehow survived after all and watched as the crew of the Enterprise brought him back to life. Another thing she took from the movie was that friends would go to extreme lengths to be there for each other, even if it meant, in the movie's case, going against orders from their superiors and accepting the consequences.

The fourth movie was, in her mind, quality-wise, a lot better than the third. A gigantic space probe was broadcasting a signal to Earth and just by being there, was causing severe natural disasters, just because it was looking for an answer from whales. In her eyes, the movie conveyed an environmental message, a warning to humans not to wipe out species because of greed or whatever other reason.

Also, the movie was more lighthearted in its humor than the preceding ones. From Spock's behavior, like him simply jumping into the pool with the whales to talk to them and Scotty trying to talk to a computer through its mouse, it had quite a few laughs despite the more serious subject matter.

"I must say, the even-numbered movies were better than the uneven-numbered ones." El stated after Will pulled the tape out of the VCR.

"Come to think of it, you're right." Mike nodded.

"The third wasn't that bad." Will argued. "Granted, the first was more like a test run and had weaknesses in every regard but the third was better."

"Yes, but Wrath of Khan and Voyage Home are worlds apart from Search for Spock." Mike retorted.

"Agreed." Will had to admit.

"Not a good sign for the next one, isn't it?" El asked them.

"Please don't give us preconception." Mike pleaded. "If we go into the theater thinking that the movie will be bad, we will see everything that makes it bad."

"Gotcha." El laughed and went into the bathroom first to shower and brush her teeth.

After everyone had said their good nights, El got into bed and waited for Mike to arrive, taking a big risk given how she was waiting for him. When Mike finally came into the room, he was met with the image of his girlfriend on the bed, on her knees and pushing her, to him, perfect ass into the air, straight at him, her look of desire telling him everything he needed to know. Without much hesitation, he quickly hopped on the bed to join their bodies together.

And just like their last night in Hawkins, El decided for them that sleep wasn't needed and they proceeded to make love whenever he was ready to do so, going back to kissing and caressing each other in the time between. Still, the night was over way too quickly, and when Joyce called them to breakfast, one look at their tired faces and somewhat strained gait told her all she needed to know about what they did during the night.

During the eight hours that Jonathan and Nancy took to return to Chicago, El and Mike never separated, El sitting in his lap on her bed, clothed this time, with her lips pressed on his. She was peripherally aware of Will joking about their lips being glued together but she couldn't bring herself to care, the knowledge that time was inexorably passing by, the moment of his departure coming closer and closer.

When it came, it was almost a surprise, despite the knowledge that it would come. After yet another person coming into her room, she expected another quip from Will or Joyce but when Nancy's voice joked about them glued together, she immediately separated from him, shocked at the advanced time. She had planned to be adamant to not cry but when she noticed the tears in Mike's eyes, her own fell too.

"Come on Mike, we need to get going." Nancy prompted him, watching with humor as Mike got off the bed, only to collapse again since his legs were quite numb from El sitting on his thighs for hours.

"See, I need to stay here, I can't move." he argued.

"I'll nurse him back to health." El offered. "Should only take three years."

"Three years?" Nancy smirked. "Why that particular amount of time?"

"Because then we'll both be eighteen and can live together." El stated.

"It's so nice that you're sure about still being together then." Nancy smiled. "But that's still a while, so get up, Mike."

"Yes, sis." Mike sighed and fought himself upright.

With sadness in her heart, El followed Mike out of the house, carrying part of his luggage while he put the rest of it into the trunk of Nancy's car. They hugged each other, Nancy doing the same with Jonathan but as much as Mike wanted to stay in El's embrace, Nancy finally got him to move, making him get into the car with great reluctance, El leaning into the open window.

"Call me on the Super Com the moment you arrive, so I'll know you've arrived safely, okay?" she pleaded.

"Of course." he nodded and pulled her head in for a kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too." she sniffed and leaned back out, watching them drive away, Mike leaning out of the window and waving until they were around the bend and out of sight.

"You'll make it until summer break." Joyce told her and put her arm around El's shoulder, leading her back into the house.

El wasn't so sure if she could.

As of writing this note, I have gotten my new computer and installed all the necessary programs. For some strange reason, I wasn't able to open the Chapter 19 file of this story that I had started on my old computer. Luckily, I could still open it as a read-only file and save it under a different name.

Even more strange, I tried deleting the old file, which it wouldn't let me, since it was blocked by the user of the computer (which is me) and then, the file promptly disappeared. But I can't even rename the new file with the old designation. I hate Windows sometimes -.-

Oh, and I had my first root canal surgery today. Such a strange image when the dentist takes these inch-long needles to file the root canal open. Tomorrow, my dentist will fill the canal with whatever dentists put in there and then I hope I can finally be without pain or swelling in my gum under my crown again.

Still, review please :) (or I will pout and cry and stomp my feet and stop writing :D)