A Story Of Aces And Fools
AN: Hi everyone!
I needed a pause from writing all the angst, so I spent this break by writing some pure Mileven fluff.
But I will also soon continue with my other open stories ("You Belong With Me" and "Somewhere Only We Know") and so long as you are waiting for these, I hope you enjoy this little one-shot.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or storylines of the Stranger Things universe.
He moved his one hand into her hair, the fingers brushing over the back of her head, letting the thick curls run through his fingers, like gentle waves of a rushing sea. He smelled the shampoo of her morning's shower, being a fruity mixture of strawberries and vanilla, mingling in with the sweetness of her own scent, creating a fragrance that was invading all his senses and was driving him insane.
His other hand was on the small of her back, slowly intensifying the pressure, in a desperate attempt to bring her even closer. Her complete upper body was pressed against him and still it wasn't enough.
Mike pressed his lips even harder against El's, as his body was flooded with heat and an insatiable need. Their lips danced in a well-known pattern, that spoke of their mutual desire and love. The softness of her lips was pulling him in, capturing his self-control and letting it fade into thin air, and his mind drew blank as more primal instincts took over his actions.
He felt her hand at the back of his neck, playing with the ending strands of his hair, slightly tickling his skin in the most pleasurable way, causing a deep growl to vibrate through his body, which in return made El shiver in his arms.
God, she was driving him crazy; all his senses consumed by her body, by her touches, by her taste on his lips, by her smell filling his nostrils, by her entire being that invaded his heart and let it throb from the love that he felt for her.
He wanted more – he needed more.
Without a warning, he captured her lower lip with his teeth, nibbling on the silky soft flesh. El responded with a small whimper, that electrified Mike's entire body. It was like a song of the Sirens, a sound so heavenly beautiful, composed just for him, drowning him further in the sea of sensations. It was as if a floodgate was opened and he was pulled under the surface by the force of the water, but he had no intention of coming back up for air.
He let go of her lips, only to start a new trail of kisses along her cheek to her jawline, and further to her neck, marking each spot with his hot breath and urgent kisses. Her sharp inhale of breaths and roaming hands in his hair, giving him the permission he craved, to move on.
The trail ended when he reached her right ear, settling for the spot behind her earlobe, penetrating the sensitive skin with hot kisses. El's response was immediate, as her breath hitched in her throat and she shivered in his arm, which encouraged Mike further, and he started to nibble on her earlobe seductively.
El let out a moan of his name this time, that made it sound like the most desirable thing in the world and left Mike wanting for more. His breathing was ragged, each one taking in more of her scent, and leaving him unsatisfied, like an addict who is always chasing the next high.
He heard her repeating his name again in combination with other words, but his mind was too far gone, to fully understand any of it.
"Mike…", she said a third time, more forceful, while she slightly pushed on his shoulders, her hand no longer tangled up in his hair.
"Mike, seriously we need to stop!", El repeated, while pushing him off her, and this time the words went through to him.
Mike moaned, as he lost contact to her delicate skin, not in the slightest ready to stop what they had started.
"El, please…", he heard himself saying, and he couldn't even bring himself to feel ashamed upon hearing the desperation and need in his own voice.
"Mike, you know we have to go, otherwise it will be too late for it.", El playfully reprimanded him, while she untangled herself from his grip and proceeded to stand up from the basement couch, straitening her winter pullover in the process.
However, he was so not ready to let her leave his personal space and do whatever she had planned for them this time. In an attempt to change her mind, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back; El taken by surprise by the sudden movement, lost control over her steadiness and fell on top of Mike, who was still seated on the couch.
A grin spread over his face, as she half straddled him now in her new position and he used the new angle to attack the spot between her neck and shoulder.
She responded with a giggle and for a few precious seconds, he hoped she would give in to him, but as soon as she caught her composure, she was back to her earlier determination.
"No, Mike… Stop, please.", she said in a mixture of earnestness and breathless giggles.
"You're sure?", Mike responded with his head still buried in her neck. "Because that doesn't sound convincing to me."
El tried to stifle the giggles, half choking from the attempt to tame them down. With some more emphasis in her voice this time, she played the final of her aces, "You promised it, Mike."
A heavy sigh escaped his lips; it was true he had promised it to her, and a promise was never broken. He hated his own self from earlier today, that had so willingly given in to her pleas over the phone. But he knew he was powerless to her softly spoken words, when she was asking him for a favour, and it needed not much convincing to agree to anything. It didn't even matter, that he hadn't seen her during that conversation, her voice alone making him promise her the world, but if she added her puppy-dog eyes to it, like she did in this exact moment, he was absolutely helpless. Man, he was such a goner.
He let his head fall back onto the backrest of the couch, momentarily closing his eyes, to gain some composure and ready himself to whatever he had agreed to earlier (his post-make-out brain couldn't recall the details).
It was not that he hated spending time with El and do whatever activity she had come up with this time. Rather the contrary, he enjoyed spending his time in her presence, each minute being most precious, and he was so grateful that she wanted to experience it all with him. Also, it warmed his heart each time he saw the happiness that arose in her, being like a small child experiencing everything for the first time, an amazement written on her face that let the butterflies set loose inside his body.
But what he hated about it was the fool he was making of himself each time. While El seemed to exceed in just everything she tried out, he felt like the biggest idiot next to her, and a lot of it had to do with her presence.
Mike caught himself often being so mesmerized and enchanted by El, getting fully lost in her that he couldn't concentrate on anything else anymore.
Like the one time, when they had been to the cinema for the first time, and she had been so overwhelmed by the big screen and the action filled scenery, that she had searched for comfort in him, leaning her body into his, causing him to be on edge for the rest of the movie; till this day he couldn't tell what had happened in the last two thirds of Lethal Weapon.
Or that time, when they had been to the lake, because El wanted to learn how to swim, and he had been a stuttering mess, not able to concentrate on the swimming lessons, too wrapped up in seeing her exposed skin for the first time.
Or even more humiliating, the time, she had decided she wanted to learn tennis, dragging him to the local tennis court and organizing lessons for them, where he had been so fascinated by her elegance, even when she was chasing after a ball; while he had been just limbs and awkwardness; in combination with his gorgeous girlfriend in sight to distract him permanently. He had at some point stopped counting the number of balls that had hit him during those lessons, because he had not paid the necessary attention.
But the most awkward situation had arose, when El had wanted to learn how to do pottery. Not only, that Mike had been the only male in a group of mostly middle-aged women, but also that he had been fully mesmerized by El's hands that had skilfully moved up and down the rotating brick of clay forming an elegant vase; while his own remained a clump of nothingness, too wrapped up in what the small fingers of his girlfriend had been doing, causing him to not even notice the giggles of the class upon his drooling gaze until El pointed it out innocently.
He knew he was being indescribably addicted to her, but what could he do? He was just a teenage boy, that somehow had been so lucky as to call the most beautiful woman on earth his girlfriend and he couldn't stop himself from getting lost in everything she was and everything she did. In a way it was the most bittersweet torture, but he wouldn't trade it for anything. He only wished he would stop making a fool of himself every single time.
With a sigh he lifted his head from the backrest and opened his eyes to look straight into El's, that were glistening with the excitement of the upcoming activity. "What are we going to do today?", he asked her.
El laughed in disbelief. "We wanted to go ice skating?! I have told you so earlier."
Ah yes, something was ringing in the back of his head. She had mentioned it when he had been lulled in by her sweet voice and had mindlessly promised to go with her. Oh god, he truly hated his lovesick self from a few hours ago.
Memories of their trip to the roller skate disco about a year ago flashed through his mind, and he remembered his own awkwardness in vivid colours. And this time the four rolls would be replaced by a single blade; it was going to be a disaster; he just knew it.
Another sigh escaped his lips, while he took in the excitement that radiated from El's entire body, filling the whole room with a pent-up energy, that slowly also started to crawl into Mike's veins.
He smiled softly, thinking about the fun she would have, experiencing something new for the first time, her giggles filling his ears, and her soft screams echoing through his body, when she would reach for him in search of some steadiness on the smooth ice.
Sure, he would stumble and fall about a hundred times, and the bruises the day after would painfully remind him of his foolishness, but as he stared into her sparkling eyes and took in her bright smile, he couldn't bring himself to care any longer.
Yeah, he – Mike Wheeler – was definitely a lovesick fool.