JANUARY 24 1985

The day after everything happened, things seemed… normal. Mike and El were giggling in her room as the sun started to go down in the evening. They hadn't talked about what went down the day before, too busy making out and acting silly.

Being on top of her, Mike applied light kisses all over her face, including her lips of course. El was giggling at the sensation of his puckered lips. Mike and Eleven ended up switching positions, now having El be the one on top.

El had unique thoughts going through her mind. So unique, she had to stop playing around with him.

"Do you want me to finger you, Mike?" El asked with a smirk on her face.

Mike almost lost it as he had to stop himself from laughing out loud. He shook his head and smiled at her.

"That's not how it works, El. Unless you're talking about… never mind," Mike cut himself off as he thought about her fingering him in another disgusting area.

El was too oblivious to know what he might be thinking, so she smiled and put her hands through his hair.

"Sooo much hair. Do you ever plan on getting a haircut?" El asked.

"Well, yeah, I don't get a lot cut off but I get a trim. Is that what you want?" Mike asked with a smirk.

"Huh?" El confusingly replied.

"You want my hair short? You wanna see my entire forehead?" Mike asked, trying to hold in his laughter but failing.

El gave him crazy eyes. She couldn't imagine Mike without his signature bowl cut. It was the one thing about him that hadn't changed when he hit puberty.

"No. Don't do that!" El replied, panicking that he might actually go through with it.

"Relax, El. I'm not planning on a different hairstyle anytime soon. You on the other hand, you're hair is almost as long as mine now!" Mike joked, slightly teasing her although it wasn't much of an insult.

Her hair was much longer than Mike's. On some days she would try and get it all nice and pretty for Mike. On other days she would leave it curly; El knew he liked both styles, so she felt like alternating between the two.

Her hair was curly today. She giggled at his comment. Still having her hands in his hair, Mike decided to put his in El's.

"So. Pretty," Mike said as he rubbed his hands through her hair, making El smile when he said that word.

They both were rubbing their hands through each others hair. They started laughing at how silly they looked with their hair being completely messed up. It didn't matter, they didn't have to look perfect. They felt perfect as long as they were together.

It seemed like the playful moment couldn't be ruined, but it was.

"MIIIIIKEE!!" Hopper shouted loudly so he knew Mike would hear.

Mike jumped up to his feet, panicking that his life would end in a moments notice.

"YEAH?!" Mike shouted back, his eyes wide as he stared down at El on the bed so he wouldn't completely lose his mind.

"NEED SOME HELP LOADING UP SOME BOXES!"

"AND YOU NEED MY HELP?!" Mike replied.

"JUST GET OUT HERE!"

Mike nodded at El before walking out of her room. He saw all of the boxes on the floor in the middle of the cabin.

"Jesus, what the hell are you gonna do with all these?" Mike asked while walking up to Hopper who was standing by all the boxes.

"I'm putting them in storage. I don't trust this dirty cabin with these," Hopper explained, having both hands on his hips as he was getting a breather from getting the boxes out of the basement.

"Doesn't storage cost money?" Mike asked with a brow raised.

"I'm not poor, Mike."

"Could of fooled me," Mike replied by being a smart ass.

Hopper was trying to refrain from hitting his punchable face. It started to become painfully challenging.

"Just actually be somewhat useful and help me pick up the boxes and put them in the back of my vehicle. Is that too damn much to ask for?" Hopper replied, showing a little of his rage.

"No, it's not. I can help," Mike said, finally agreeing to help when he saw the anger on Hopper's face.

Mike grinned and picked up a box. The box was much heavier than Mike expected as he grunted.

Hopper couldn't help but chuckle at Mike's pain.

"Did you forget your schoolgirl uniform at home or something? I thought you were the man?" Hopper teased while coincidentally giggling like a schoolgirl.

Mike tried to play it off and pretend the box wasn't killing him. Hopper brought his box to the back of his police car first, then waited for Mike as he slowly brought his out.

Mike finally put the box in the car. His face was red and he was rapidly breathing from all the strength he used for that one box.

Hopper laughed once more and put a hand on Mike's shoulder.

"Next time, just grab the little boxes," Hopper winked at Mike and walked back into the cabin to collect another box.

Mike followed his suggestion. The two were going back and forth as they kept bringing boxes out of the cabin.

Hopper would never tell Mike, but he was impressed with how Mike kept picking up boxes that we're bigger than the last.

One of the boxes Mike picked up said the word 'Vietnam' on it. This freaked him out tremendously. Hopper had war experience? In freaking Vietnam? Oh, Mike knew if Hopp ever found out about what his fingers did to El, his parents would already have the funeral prepared.

They were able to get all of Hopper's boxes in the back of his car in just about six minutes. Both fatigued, they decided to rest their bodies on the car afterwards.

"So, how's El?" Hopper asked.

Mike was hesitant to answer, however he pissed off Hopper once today, and learning that Hopper was in Vietnam only gave him more incentive to answer him.

"Shouldn't you know that? You live with her."

"I do. But you spend more time with her. You've been coming over here everyday, talking to her, kissing her, touching her. So you tell me, how is she?" Hopper asked again.

"She's… good. I mean…"

Mike didn't know how to describe El to her foster father. But Hopper's eyes were interested in hearing and Mike felt the need to explain.

"Like. At times she can be weird or unknowing about something. But she's great. She's too innocent for this world," Mike said with passion as a smile grew on his face just from thinking about El.

Hopper wasted no time to reply.

"And what's the one thing she's done that's frustrated you?" Hopper wondered.

Mike felt much more comfortable talking to Hopper now than he did a minute ago for some reason.

"Well, a while ago she spied on me with her powers at school and saw me talking to a girl."

"Uh oh," Hopper said mid story, already knowing where it was going

"She thought I liked her and she got really mad. She eventually believed me when I said I didn't like that girl, but it scared me…"

Hopper took in the story for what it was. Then he chuckled seconds later.

"That just sounds like females being females to me," Hopper said with a grin.

"Any advice?" Mike asked in a desperate tone.

"Yeah. Don't even start arguing back. It's not worth it. Even when you're right, it's better to just say you're sorry than to keep getting her more riled up. You understand?" Hopper explained.

Mike nodded his head. He started to walk back into the cabin but Hopper's voice stopped him.

"Mike."

Mike turned around to face him.

"Yeah?"

"Just because we had this little discussion, that doesn't mean I forgot about your smartass bullshit attitude."

Mike's eyes widened with fear.

"This alpha male assert your dominance bullshit is getting old, and frankly, I'm getting real tired of you treating me like a joke in front of El," Hopper shouted.

Mike remained silent.

"You think you can just treat me like a joke because you know El will protect you? If you don't straighten up, you're gonna be in for a rude awakening. What do you have to say about that?!" Hopper felt good, finally releasing his emotions towards Mike.

Mike didn't want to say anything right away because he knew he would stutter. He tried to gather a response in his mind but Hopper grew impatient.

"On second thought, don't say anything. Just take what I said and remember it. Now go back to El. You don't tell her about this, are we clear?" Hopper ordered, sounding intimidating.

Mike nodded his head to show he understood. Hopper signaled Mike to go inside the cabin and he did. Mike quickly made it to El's room and adjusted the door in the correct position.

El couldn't spy on Mike anymore because of the new rule put into place, so she was very curious as to what happened between two of the most important males in her life.

Mike jumped on the bed beside her, making her giggle as he positioned himself sideways while having his hand hold up his head as he devilishly smirked at El.

"Where were we, beautiful? Mike grinned at El.

El couldn't deny that he had a certain charm to him that didn't make what he did and said that cringy. She even got her body in the same position as Mike's, like they were reflections in a mirror.

"Make me feel really good again? El questionably requested, knowing Mike wouldn't immediately say yes because of Hopper, but she couldn't wait for another time when they might be alone.

Mike froze in place as he stared at El.

"Hopper- Hopper's here," Mike whispered in fear.

"I know… but … I want it," El whispered as she grabbed his hand, almost sounding like she was about to cry because of how desperate she was for him to 'make her feel really good.'

Mike pulled his hand away. There was no way he would be fingering her with Hopper in the same house. He would be asking for his death at that point.

"El, no. Just no. We can't do that stuff everyday. It's unhealthy and like… I don't want to treat you like a slut… because you're way better than that and deserve better. And that's why I hated myself for even attempting to do it on the bus. It should of never popped into my head, but I wasn't thinking straight."

El wanted to take in everything he said, but like a lot of words she would hear Mike say, there was one that confused her.

"What is slut?" El innocently asked.

Mike let out a sigh. Sometimes he would say certain words to El that he knew he shouldn't have. This was one of those times.

"A slut… is like… a girl who makes herself feel really good… but like… a lot… with a bunch of different guys…"

El had a frown of disgust. She couldn't think of any other guy making her feel really good but her Mikey.

"But… I can't be a slut then… because I only want you to do it," El replied.

Mike casually nodded his head at her while wanting to scream on the inside. His head started to get uncomfortable so he decided to sit up; El shortly followed. Mike scooted towards El, grabbing her hands and smiling as he looked into her eyes.

"Then maybe slut wasn't the right word. I just…"

Mike stopped and thought about what he would say next. His words often moved faster than his mind so he wanted to get this right. El raised a brow, awaiting Mike as he awkwardly glanced down at the bed to gather his emotions. He confidently looked up at her with a heart warming smile.

"I care about you, El. Ever since that night… in the rain, when Dustin and Lucas referred to you as 'The Weirdo.' You're more than just a girlfriend to me. You're everything… and… I don't want us doing these sort of things all the time. You're right, you wanting me to make you feel really good does not make you a slut, and I'm sorry I even put that thought in your head. However, I don't want to objectify you… you know, treat you like an object, like some sort of tool I can use whenever I please. You're not a tool and I don't want to use your body for pleasure, because I don't need to. Just looking at you makes me happy…"

El smiled and pecked Mike on the lips, causing Mike to blush as he was trying to figure out what else he had to say.

"And I know you may want it, but trust me, we shouldn't do it all the time. It's just really… unhealthy, especially considering our age. We're really too young to be doing these sort of things so I really don't want to overstep anything further than what happened yesterday. Do you get what I'm trying to say?" Mike asked after dumping all of his feelings onto her.

El liked that he was always very honest about when he did and didn't want to do something. It made her think about things a lot more and if it was really okay. She understood his explanation well. The only problem was El could never feel like she was getting objectified by Mike. Mike treated her so well and always made her feel good, so she'd be willing to do almost anything he requested to do with her. She was Mike's girl.

"Mike. You're so sweet. We don't have to do it all the time. But…"

El wrapped her arms around his neck and started planting kisses to his neck. Mike moved his head up to allow easier access for her.

"Maybe… sometime… we can… go somewhere… like the bus… and do it there," El said while interrupting herself multiple times to love his neck with her lips.

Mike wondered how the hell El learned to seduce him so good. Maybe it was just El being herself but he was definitely surprised; he couldn't complain though.

Mike moaned, unable to keep his penis from getting hard. El wasn't focused on his hard on as much as she was on convincing him to make her feel really good on the bus. Mike couldn't think straight as a lot of blood flowed to his dick.

"Maybe. Depends on how good you'll be," Mike replied.

Though he talked about not objectifying her, it didn't stop him from playfully teasing her every now and then, especially when he was in a certain mood. Of course she didn't mind; it often turned her on more to have him talk to her like that.

"I'll be very good," El replied while giggling, cuffing his face with both hands.

"Promise?" Mike smirked as he raised an eyebrow.

"Promise," El nodded her head and proceeded to attack his lips with hers.

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Just wanna say thank you to everyone whos read the story up to this point. you are amazing and i appreciate the support and read every comment (obviously.)