He's Alive?! - Will and Jennifer

Thanks to brucewaynefan for the suggestion. This one went a little longer than my target, but I just couldn't help it with these two. They are the pairing I always thought the show should have done something with.

The day they buried Will Byers was the worst day of Jennifer Hayes' life. The boy she had secretly liked for years was gone, and she had never been brave enough to tell him how she felt. She cried herself to sleep that night thinking about everything she wanted to tell him, if only she had the chance. A few days later, her mom came home from work at the hospital with earth-shattering news: Will was alive. She remembered the promises she had made to whatever power might be listening, if she could only have another chance, and she knew she had to keep her end of the bargain.

The next night, when her mom left for her shift at the hospital, Jennifer hid away in the back seat of the car. She waited until the nurses had made their midnight rounds, knowing they wouldn't be back for several hours, then snuck into Will's room and gently shook his shoulder.

"Jennifer?" he whispered, his eyes straining to focus in the dim light as sleep faded away.

She threw her arms around him, trying not to cry, and to her relief, he hugged her back. Taking a deep breath, she plunged forward with her confession; how wonderful she thought he was, all the little things that made him perfect in her eyes, and just how long she had felt that way. When she was done, before he could utter a word, she leaned in and kissed him, her warm, soft lips pressing gently against his. Finally pulling back, nervous about his reaction to everything she had unloaded all at once, Jennifer was relieved to find a sweet smile spreading across Will's face.

"I...I like you too, Jennifer," Will admitted. "A lot. Can I...kiss you again?"

With a nod, her lips found their way back to his. A second kiss led to a third, then a fourth, then they quickly lost count. Jennifer was riding a magical high; the boy she had lost was miraculously back, and he liked her, too. Will was equally overwhelmed, keeping true to the promise he made himself in the upside-down, that he would live each day fully and not let moments slip by out of fear.

His arms around her, Jennifer soon found herself laying by his side in the narrow hospital bed, her body halfway on Will's. He was warm, and safe, and real, his arms holding her tight. Tongues battled for dominance, shifting from one mouth to the other as instinct took control over nervous inexperience. Neither had anything particular in mind and just allowed themselves to drift in the moment. Will shifted a little and Jennifer found herself on top of him, her legs to either side of his waist. She could feel the bulge stiffening between his legs, and was suddenly aware her skirt had ridden up, only the two thin layers of her panties and his hospital gown now separating them.

As they continued making out, she found herself flexing her hips, grinding down against him. To her amazement, she felt his hips rising to meet her, as his hands snaked their way up the back of her shirt, his fingertips tracing along her hot flesh. A fire was burning inside her and she couldn't take it anymore. Sitting up, she shifted herself back until she could pull the front of Will's thin gown up.

"Is this alright?" she asked, breathless and nervous.

Will nodded his assent and Jennifer smiled again, lifting the fabric clear of his waist, revealing the object of her desire. Smooth and firm, not huge but perfect in her eyes. Not sure what she was planning, Will watched breathless as she lifted the front of her skirt and pulled her panties to the side, her hairless lips glistening in anticipation. She guided him carefully to her slick opening and sank down again, swallowing him up.

Their lips came crashing back together as electricity seemed to pass between them. Will pulled her close, his hips rising and falling in time with hers. Inexperienced but alive in each other's arms, they found a rhythm that pulled them swiftly along. Both were riding emotional highs, relief at the end of a traumatic week bring things toward an explosive conclusion.

"Will," Jennifer panted, sweat sticking a lock of blond hair to the side of her face. "Will...I'm..."

"Me too," Will breathed, holding her tight, his cock gliding smoothly in the grip of her pussy.

With a shuddering moan, Jennifer came, the orgasm rippling brilliantly through her small frame. Will climaxed moments later, the greatest feeling he had ever experienced. They continued on, helping each other ride out the moment until their bodies finally slowed, and reality began to creep back in. Jennifer looked down at Will, a crimson blush rising to her cheeks. She hadn't planned anything like that, she had just gotten so caught up in the moment. And yet, she found she was happy - overjoyed even - at how everything had turned out as Will brushed aside a stray hair and pulled her face tenderly to his own again.

"I should probably go," she whispered. "I have to sneak back home before my dad realizes I'm not there."

Will nodded, an impossibly large smile on his face. He didn't want her to leave, but understood the hell that would break loose if anyone knew she was here.

"Could I," she began, nervously. "Can I come back and see you tomorrow night?"