A/V Room. Lunch. - Mike and El

"A/V Room, lunch. xoxo El"

The note had been stuffed in his locker after 2nd period, and now Mike could barely concentrate during English. Hopper would be pissed if he knew El had snuck to the school again to visit him, but he hardly cared at the moment. Sure, he saw her most days out at the cabin, once the Chief was home from work, but the days El surprised him at school were special. Maybe a part of that was the things they did, things they could never do with Hopper around. Maybe it was the danger of avoiding being caught.

As the rest of the school filtered toward the cafeteria, Mike headed off to the A/V room, his fingers feeling for the key in his pocket. After waiting a minute for the corridor to clear, he quickly jammed the key into the lock and let himself inside, closing and locking the door again before reaching for the light-switch. As soon as he turned it on, the lights snapped off again. He tried the switch a second time with the same results, his eyes never having a chance to adjust and make out any shapes in the windowless room.

"Leave them off," El said, her voice soft and playful, coming from somewhere on the other side of the room.

He waited by the door, listening to the soft padding of her feet as she crossed over to him, her lips finding his in the dark. Every stress, every fear, every worry of life melted away the moment their lips touched. Mike wrapped his arms warmly around her, and was surprised to find she was completely naked, her skin soft and warm beneath his fingertips.

"Naughty girl," he teased, giving her butt a playful swat.

"I thought you'd like it," she said casually, untucking Mike's shirt and working her hands up his back. "I thought you deserved a special little surprise."

"Best surprise ever," Mike smiled, peppering kisses down her neck. "In fact, I think it deserves a proper thank you."

"What did you have in mind?" she grinned.

In answer, he stooped slightly and wrapped both firm, perfect globes of her ass in his hands and hoisted her up, carrying her across the room in three careful strides and deposited her on the desk. El giggled at the unexpected flight and decided she would let things play out, curious just what Mike had in mind. All her senses were heightened in the darkened room, unable to see what was happening. The polished wood was cool beneath her legs. Mike's long, firm fingers elicited shivers along her back as he traced slow lines up her calves, grazing her knees and creeping ever so slowly toward her inner thighs.

He applied a gentle, urging pressure, and El spread her knees wider, granting him access to her most secretive of treasures. A lone fingertip, barely making contact with the skin, made its way closer and closer, until finally reaching the soft, smooth lips of her pussy, already damp with longing. El sighed as the finger slipped between her folds, spreading the wetness of her desire up and down, a little further on each pass. The finger dipped back out, and El almost grabbed his hand to continue, when it was replaced by his thumb, seeking out her clitoris and began to apply a steady, swirling pressure.

"Mike," she moaned, the slow, deliberate pace almost too much to take. She wanted him, needed him.

All at once, his head was down between her legs, the flushed skin of his cheeks burning against her skin. She spread her knees wider, and Mike moved in, his tongue taking a long swipe across the length of her lips. Removing his thumb, Mike went to work with his tongue, swirling her clit, first wrapping it in soft warmth then flicking at it with the stiffened tip. He could feel each sharp intake of breath, the vibration of each moan as it escaped her throat. He worked lower, his tongue probing the tight entrance to her vagina, tasting her sweet nectar as it bubbled forth in response to his ministrations.

Her hands occupied in holding herself up, El stretched out with her mind, worked Mike's belt loose and then unbuttoned his jeans. She was about to slide them down when his eager tongue returned to her clit, a finger replacing its former post and sliding slowly inside.

"Mike," she cried out again, her voice a pleasured whimper. "Two."

Happy to comply, Mike added a second finger as he attacked her clit with increased vigor, stroking the nub with his tongue and then gently nibbling at it with his lips. Regaining herself for just a moment, El tugged Mike's jeans and boxers down, and wrapped her thoughts around the firm length of his cock, stroking it in time to the thrusting of his fingers.

"Mike. That feels so good. Keep going," El moaned out, no longer controlling her volume. The door was thick, and the cinder-block walls provided plenty of soundproofing, so she let herself stop worrying about being discovered.

Mike moaned in response to El's increasing speed, her thoughts stroking his cock with an increased vigor as he sought to make her feel as good as he possible could. Of course, the vibrations of his hot breath on her pussy on only spurred El on further, repositioning her hands and leaning back further, giving Mike all the access she could. She could feel herself getting close, her climax so agonizingly close she could barely stand it. At the same time, she didn't want the moment to end, wanting to ride the feeling just as high as she could.

"Fuck...Mike, I'm gonna cum," El cried out. "Please...deeper."

Mike slipped a third finger into the tight confines of her pussy and worked them deeper, eliciting deepening moans to match. He sucked her clit between his lips and grazed at it lightly with his teeth. She was writhing on the desk, his free hand tracing light scratches down her back. He was getting close too, her pace increasing as she stroked the length of his cock with what felt like a dozen hands, each rippling pleasure along the length in different patterns and speeds.

"Arrgggg," El cried out. "Mike. I'm going to cum. Mike. Please. Mike. Mike. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Mike!"

El felt herself coming unglued, her whole body turning inside out and dragging itself along the warm expanse of Mike's tongue. She could hear herself swearing, crying out his name, the voice disconnected and a thousand miles away. She was begging Mike to keep going, to not stop, please just never let the feeling stop. She could feel a warmth deep in her mind; Mike was cumming too, hard, making a mess of the tile below the desk where he was kneeling. She could feel his hot, shallow breath on her skin, his tongue still desperately dragging out her pleasure.

His fingers withdrew, a sticky flood of juices coming with them. He was licking her slower, his tongue gently caressing every crevasse and fold, easing her back to reality. As her mind began to clear, El released her grip on Mike and slid down off the desk and into his arms. She planted her lips on his, not caring that she was tasting herself. Not caring about clocks or schedules or anything else. The whole world consisted of only the two of them, alone in the dark, tangled in each other's arms.

"I love you," they said in unison, before bringing their lips together again.