AUTHORS NOTE:
SOME SMUT WILL BE IN THIS CHAPTER (WARNING IF YOU GUYS DON'T LIKE IT)
Hope you had a very merry Christmas! May 2018 be the year of changes and better attitudes my darlings. Also, if it's alright with you guys could I please have 10 comments for the next chapter. I think that's fair?
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L x
The pain in El's lungs began to burn her from the inside out. She didn't know where she was going, her legs kept running, further and further away from that Café and away from Emily. El's face was fully flushed a deep red, her fists beginning to clench at her sides achingly. Her legs already becoming tired and sore but that didn't stop her. No, she needed Mike to feel her pain. She felt herself beginning to wither away and she was scared.
Each footstep she took creaked against the old wooden steps of the house she was once welcomed in. She wanted to get on her knees and scream, cry out all her agony and grief but most of all she wanted someone to be punished. Eleven didn't even think twice about what her next step was, she grasped for the key that was kept hidden under the doormat for emergencies only.
Well fuck, to El it really was one.
"Mike!" El cried relentlessly, her body trembling as her tired eyes scanned around the living room, but it seemed vacant. No, no, no, she needed to find him right now. El scurried up the steps, she felt as though she couldn't control her body for what was going to happen within the next few seconds. She craved to feel anything other than constant pain, she needed to feel loved. Even if it was for a short while. "Mike, I need to speak to you." She pleaded, she knew she looked like an absolute lunatic, but she wanted to get rid of the burning feeling in the pit of her stomach. She needed him to make it all go away.
As she got further towards his room, her heart began to pound, and she almost felt as though she lost the ability to speak. This was her Mike for fucksake, her husband, why was she so nervous suddenly?
Her brain couldn't function anymore without him, she craved him. Craved couldn't describe the feelings bubbling deep within her stomach. Her ears picked up the sound of the water running in his bathroom, she dashed in without a second thought.
She could do this.
Within a second, she pushed apart the curtains so fast that Mike yelped a "Fuck!" before he realised it was his girl. It was El. She couldn't hold herself back any longer, she stepped fully clothed inside the shower with him. They stared at each other for what felt like hours before she grasped the back of his drenched hair and kissed him hard. Mike stifled a groan as he hoisted her up against the shower wall and began latching his mouth onto her neck.
She wanted to shout out at him, to tell him that once he had walked out the front door she couldn't recognise the girl she once was anymore. She grasped his hair and tugged at it, El watched as his teeth clenched in pain, but he continued to let her hurt him. To use his body and to use his soul. They both needed each other desperately, it wasn't just a want anymore, it was a constant reminder that only their bodies could react to each other's touch like this.
Mike's fingers laced with El's softly before pulling them above her head, keeping her in a tight grip. Need flashed in Eleven's eyes as she watched Mike desperately yank down her dress straps, freeing her perky breasts. Mike licked his lips, almost as if he was about to devour her, like she was his last meal. Without a second thought El let out a whimper as she watched him lightly blow on both of her nipples slowly, before taking her left nipple in his mouth greedily. Pleasure coursed through her body as he continued to trace her nipple with the tip of his tongue. "Fuck, I missed you so much." Mike gasped, placing his head between her breasts that the sensation of his wet curls shot pleasure straight down to her pussy. She imagined his face between her blushed thighs, her back arching against the shower wall and Mike hungrily thrusting his tongue inside her that she cried out in pure ecstasy just imagining it. Mike took this as an opportunity to completely peel off Eleven's dress all together as he watched El throw back her head in pleasure. God, she was so beautiful. The way her mouth formed an O when she was about to cum, or the way her eyebrows would pull in together when she was fighting back a gasp as Mike was doing wicked things to her body.
Both of there chests began heaving uncontrollably, their bodies pressed up against one another's, both were slicked with the mixture of water and sweat. "Tell me, sweetheart. Did you miss me?"
Eleven whimpered in response as she felt Mike's fingers brush against the sides of her thighs, tickling her in a way that brought her pain and a sense of liking she's never felt before. "No." she managed to squeeze out, her abruptly stopped and she cried out in protest.
She hears him draw in a breath and says, "Are you sure about that? Because your body is telling me otherwise." Mike continues to pin her wrists above her head, waiting for her to deny everything. He knew she wanted him just as much as he did with El. Fuck, he could cum right then and there watching her flushed underneath his penetrating gaze.
"Let's just get this over with."
He let go of her so suddenly that El gasped in shock as her naked back slipped against the cold tiles. She saw Mike retreat away from her, almost as if her presence was making everything worse. Maybe it was, but she didn't care in the slightest bit. She wanted to see the destruction pool in his eyes, El wanted to memorise every detail of his glorious face which turned from love to heartbreak within a heartbeat.
"What are you doing to us? Why did you come here, huh? Was it to make me beg?" Everything else seemed to go silent and fade away, and all El seemed to hear was the sounds of Mike blinking away his tears, threatening to escape. What was shocking for El, is that it didn't pull against her heartstrings like it once would of, instead it made her feel a sense of power.
Suddenly, she felt as though her time was up with Mike. She began to reach for her daisy dress that rested bunched up against the floor, but it got snatched away from her brutally. "NO! You can't leave me, not again. I won't let you." He continuously cried out, his eye's lifeless and the only pain El had felt was her chest beginning to fill weighed down.
Her heart seemed to skip a beat and then it slowed. "Give me back my dress.' El murmured. It was a bad idea coming here, that she knew, but seeing the devastation Mike had wedged against his features made Eleven feel joyous. She knew this could only go so far, she wanted him to suffer just as bad as she was after finding out the news.
Mike sunk to his knees in front of her, naked and vulnerable. They both were and El was left speechless. "Everyday I think about what I did to you- seeing you here. I can't stand to be apart from you, please don't go. I'll do anything." He then covered his face against her pale thighs, inhaling her scent that was a mixture between lilies and earlier wetness from what had happened moments ago between them.
He pried himself away from her body and locked eyes with his wife. The girl of his dreams since he was a little boy, the moment he saw her in the woods that's when he knew she'd be the girl he'd marry one day. "God, baby," His voice broke. "I'm a mess without you. Can't you see that."
Eleven pushed him off her altogether before helping him swiftly stand. She guided his face towards hers, their lips barely touching but it was enough for Mike to feel himself slowly melting into her comforting touch.
Oh, how wrong he was.
"Sucks doesn't it? Feels like your world is slowly crumbling around you and you can't do a simple thing to stop it. This is what true heartbreak is Mike, this is what you did to me."
