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As a heads up, this chapter has a lime in it. If that's not your thing, then please skip it.


Chapter 15: The Only Thing That Looks Good on Me Is You

As she disappeared through the bedroom door, El stood up from the bed, too jittery to stay seated. She heard voices talking quietly in the living room. This went on for a couple of minutes, and she thought maybe something had gone wrong – that Mike didn't want to come in. But suddenly, she saw the doorknob turn.

And there he was.

Mike and El stared at each other for a moment before Mike remembered that he needed to shut the door, and he quickly did so with an embarrassed chuckle.

"Sorry about that," he said quietly.

El crossed the room, the grin on her face a mile wide. As she stopped in front of Mike, she reached out and twined his hand with hers. "I thought maybe you weren't coming in. I'm glad you did though."

"What made you think I wouldn't come see you? I love spending time with you."

"It was taking too long," she replied with a pout. "I heard voices, and I thought maybe you were telling Max that you didn't want to."

Mike shook his head. "No way. We were just talking about when we'd need to switch back. I know your dad probably gets up early, so I think," he trailed off, fiddling with his watch, "4:30 AM would be safe." A beep sounded as the alarm set, and he smiled triumphantly. "There. All set."

They let their connected hands swing gently between them, a comfortable silence falling. After a moment, Mike got a teasing grin on his face. "So I was taking too long, huh?"

El blushed, but very openly replied, "Yes."

"Well, I'm here now. What do you want to do?"

She thought back to that morning – which seemed like a lifetime ago at this point – and her and Mike's makeout session on the sofa. She thought about their discussion that followed, the one about being ready.

El led Mike over to the bed and they both sat down. She was suddenly bashful, biting down on her bottom lip with her teeth.

"Hey," Mike said gently, brushing his fingers across her cheek, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just," she scooted closer to him, and began again. "Do you remember what we talked about earlier today? About…sex? I'm not ready for everything. But I think I might be ready for something a little more. I guess I'm just kind of nervous."

Mike's face reddened as the weight of her words settled in the air. But he wanted to reassure her, and hopefully get her over those nerves.

"Remember, you're the leader on this, El," he said. "I refuse to do anything if you don't feel comfortable with it. Understand?"

"Yes," she replied with a smile and nod.

"Good."

Mike wanted to lighten the mood a little. In classic Mike fashion, he crossed his eyes and stuck his two front teeth out, giving him a rabbit-like appearance. El began laughing hysterically, though she took care not to be too loud. The last thing she wanted was for Hopper to wake up.

"What is that supposed to be," she choked out.

"A rabbit, obviously," Mike said, laughing along with her.

He was such a goofball, but he was her goofball.

El's laughs hadn't died down yet, but that didn't stop her from grabbing Mike's face in her hands and kissing him. He eagerly responded as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, and El began leaning backwards on the bed to bring him on top of her. Mike expected it this time – no more falling awkwardly between her legs.

He softly began sucking on her bottom lip. El gasped and attacked his lips with renewed fervor. She opened her mouth wider, wanting his tongue. Mike could never deny her, and he eagerly met her tongue with his.

They continued this way for several minutes. Once again, El began to feel what she knew now to be desire between her legs. She instinctively tilted her hips up to try and get some relief. Mike could feel what she was trying to do, and let out a moan in spite of himself. He didn't want to make any assumptions though.

Reluctantly breaking their kiss, Mike whispered, "El, you need to tell me what you want." Admittedly, he was afraid that if he spoke louder, his voice would start shaking.

In addition to trying to get her breathing back on track, El was also trying to think back to her conversation with Max earlier. Max had mentioned touching herself, but El wasn't ready for Mike to do that yet…at least not below the waist.

She bit her bottom lip bashfully, and decided to just go for it. "Maybe you could touch me up here," she said, putting her hand on her chest.

Mike took a moment to take it all in. He looked down at El – her hair fanned out on the pillow like a halo and her cheeks flushed pink – and thought he'd never seen anyone more beautiful.

"Okay," he whispered.

He leaned down slowly and captured El's lips in a sweet kiss before peppering kisses along her jaw. Mike couldn't resist the opportunity he had next – the chance to blow a raspberry on her neck.

El gasped, but giggled in spite of herself. "MIKE," she whisper-yelled, "Don't wake up Hopper."

Mike laughed softly. "Sorry. I got carried away."

They listened for a moment to make sure that Hopper's snores didn't stop. When they were sure that he wasn't going to come storming into her room, Mike and El resumed kissing.

As her fingers crept into his thick, wavy hair, Mike's hand began inching down towards the bottom hem of El's shirt. There was a sliver of skin peeking out between the top of her shorts and where her shirt began. He gently stroked the skin there for a moment with his thumb – marveling at how soft it was – before moving his hand upwards under her shirt.

"Is this okay," he asked quietly.

El nodded. "Yes," she replied. "Keep going."

"Are you sure, because I can always-" Mike trailed off as El sat up and promptly took her shirt off, flinging it to the floor.

"Mike, stop talking," she said boldly. "Touch me."

"Oh fuck," he muttered under his breath. El was wearing a simple white bra with a tiny bow between each bra cup. Like a present, Mike thought to himself. He slowly leaned down and began leaving lingering kisses everywhere across her chest.

El let out a shuddering breath. She hadn't expected to feel quite so on fire, and she wanted more. As Mike continued with his kisses, she struggled to free herself from the confines of her bra. It was difficult, since she was both in a hurry to get the bra off but also was trying to kiss Mike every place she could reach.

Thankfully, El finally got her bra unhooked. Together, she and Mike pulled the straps down her arms, leaving her completely exposed to Mike.

He was stunned. She was so incredibly beautiful, not that he was surprised – every part of her was beautiful. Her breasts were small but round, with dusky pink nipples. The color reminded him of a flower in his mother's garden, though he didn't know the name.

Crap. Now, every time he looked at those flowers in the garden, he'd get hard.

El was beginning to feel a bit self-conscious under Mike's gaze, and her face started to heat up. He wouldn't stop staring at her breasts. "Mike," she asked, "Is everything okay?"

He shook his head as though to snap himself out of it. "Yes, sorry. It's just…you're so beautiful. I can't believe you're mine."

"I'm yours," she replied softly with a nod. In another bold move, El took one of Mike's hands and placed it directly on one of her breasts.

Mike felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He wanted so badly just to ravish El – whatever that meant, he didn't even really know – but was also keeping her at the forefront of his mind. He didn't want to push too hard and scare her off.

He gave a gentle squeeze of her breast, making her let out a soft sigh. "Keep going," she whispered.

Mike leaned down and began to kiss her neck, simultaneously continuing to squeeze. El closed her eyes and just felt. There was so much going on, she almost felt overloaded. But there was no way in hell she wanted him to stop.

El buried her hands in his hair and guided his face up so that she could kiss him. It was all tongues and teeth for a few minutes as they lost themselves in each other. And still, El wanted more. She wanted to feel his skin on hers.

Mike felt El begin to tug at the bottom of his shirt. He knew what she was after, but was a little embarrassed at the thought of her seeing him without a shirt. In his opinion, he was a string bean. But who was he to deny her? He pulled back a bit so he could get his shirt off, the shirt joining El's on the ground a moment later.

El's eyes widened in awe as she looked at Mike. He was absolutely beautiful with his pale skin and dark hair all disheveled from his shirt coming off. She ran her hands over the smooth skin of his abdomen, and smiled when she saw a light smattering of freckles across his chest. She began tracing a path from one freckle to the next, pausing when Mike began to chuckle.

"Hey, that tickles," he said, a smile on his face. "What are you doing?"

"Freckles," she replied. "Like stars."

Of course, he remembered that was what she said about the freckles on his face the night they met – right after he had rescued her and was helping her clean up in the bathroom.

The smile on his face widened. "Hey El, do you remember-"

"Benny's," she said simply. "Of course I do." Bringing a hand up, she traced the freckles across his nose and cheeks. "Like stars," she repeated.

It had only been about a week, but Mike could already feel himself falling hard for this girl. There was no one else like her.

He leaned down and kissed her hard, his lips stifling the gasp that threatened to escape her. It was an amazing feeling – her breasts pressed against his bare chest – and she involuntarily bucked her hips up again. It just so happened that the seam of her shorts was lined up directly with her clit. When their hips connected, El's eyes widened and her mouth popped open in surprise.

"Mike," she breathed out. "Oh my god."

Mike was embarrassed. That time, he definitely couldn't hide his arousal. She was probably disgusted by what she felt.

"I'm sorry, El," he said. "Do you want to stop?"

"Are you kidding? It feels amazing."

Oh. Well, then…

Mike experimentally thrust forward again, causing them both to let out a moan. They paused for a moment just to make sure Hopper was still snoring away.

"Mike, it feels so good," El whined. "I don't want Hopper to hear us, though."

He took a deep breath to try and quell his trembling. "I know. I'll be as quiet as I can, I promise."

El nodded. "I promise, too."

There was a brief pause, after which their desperation returned. El threaded her fingers through Mike's hair as they kissed hungrily. They began to rock their hips together again, their kisses masking the quiet moans coming out of their mouths.

After a few moments, Mike began trailing a hand back down to El's breasts. He lightly brushed one of her nipples, causing her to squirm even more.

"Mike, harder," she whispered.

Wordlessly, he started to pinch and roll her nipple with his fingers. It took everything in El's willpower to not squeal out loudly. She turned her face to the side and buried her face in the pillow, letting out a shriek into it.

"El, are you okay," Mike asked. With her face partially hidden, he couldn't tell if it was a good shriek or a bad one.

She nodded, not even trusting herself to speak, but instead choosing to buck her hips up even harder.

"Holy shit," he muttered, completely overtaken by the sensation.

El was right there with him. She wasn't really sure what was happening. All she knew was that it felt like the warmth in her lower abdomen was slowly spreading outward until BANG, it exploded. Her body went rigid and her mouth opened in a silent scream. She clung to Mike tightly as he thrust twice more before letting out a soft groan and burying his face in her neck.

They lay still for several moments before Mike slowly picked his head up to look at El. He was rewarded with the sight of an absolutely radiant smile on her face.

"Mike," she whispered euphorically, "What was that?"

His cheeks reddened, which was ridiculous considering what they'd been doing just moments ago.

"Well…do you remember what we talked about earlier? About how some things can feel as good as having sex?"

"Yes."

"Okay well, I'm pretty sure you had an orgasm."

El processed this for a moment. It didn't take her long to come to the conclusion that she wanted to feel like that again as many times as she could. Even if she wasn't hanging out with Mike on a given day, she wanted to see if she could achieve the same result on her own.

She curled a leg around his waist and snuggled close, breathing in his clean scent. "Did you have one," she asked.

Mike bashfully ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah," he admitted. "Though now that you mention it, I should probably clean up. Sticky shorts in the middle of the night is gross."

El giggled, causing Mike to look at her in surprise. "Are you laughing at my sticky situation, El Hopper?"

She shrugged. "Maybe," she said playfully.

"You're lucky your dad is asleep," he replied with a pointed glance. "I'd tickle the shit out of you."

El remembered when he'd tickled her earlier. It was probably for the best that he not do it in the middle of the night, as her screams and laughs were loud enough to wake the dead.

With a playful nip of her nose and a quick kiss, Mike rolled off her and grabbed several tissues from the box on the dresser. While he cleaned up, El grabbed her shirt off the floor and slipped it over her head. She unbuttoned her shorts and tossed them on the floor to join her bra, which left her in her t-shirt and underwear. In a similar fashion, once Mike finished, he put his shirt back on but kept his shorts off.

"All set," El asked. She held the blankets open as an invitation for him to join her.

Mike was suddenly very tired, the events of the day catching up to him. He nodded wordlessly and climbed in next to her. They curled into each other like they'd been doing it for years – El with her head on his chest and a leg between his, and Mike on his back with his arms around her.

El liked this position because she could listen to his heart. She was quiet as she counted the beats and the steady rise and fall of his chest.

"You okay, El," Mike asked softly.

"Yes. Your heart."

He smiled. "What about it?"

"I like listening to it. It's relaxing," she said with a yawn. She was a lot sleepier than she thought. "Mike?"

"Yes, El?"

"I'm happy I met you."

"I'm happy I met you, too," he replied, suddenly nostalgic. "That was such a crazy night. It was supposed to be our first real show. One of these days, we've got to play for you and Max. But anyway, I remember seeing you for the first time…and that was it. I thought you were so pretty. You had that shirt on with the blue splotches all over it that kind of looks like stars. I was actually going to ask you to go stargazing with me afterwards, but then fucking Dustin and his timing."

Mike paused for a moment and looked down, seeing El fast asleep on his chest. He smiled to himself, leaned down, and kissed her forehead.

"Goodnight, El," he whispered.

Settling back onto the pillow, Mike mulled over three other little words that he wanted to tell her. Not tonight, but sometime soon. He'd know when the time was right.

With that in mind, Mike fell asleep with a contented smile on his face.


So friends, how are we feeling? I really hope you enjoyed this chapter, and are continuing to do alright in this weird world we're living in. I've been watching "The Great British Bake-Off" on Netflix. It's such a cozy show, and I've gotten lots of ideas on things to make. I enjoy cooking, but haven't experimented much with baking. A new hobby to add to the list, perhaps.

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