And now for another chapter in the lives of some version of our favorite couple...
As the weeks progressed, both Mike and El continued their snide remarks and comments to each other. Sometimes though one of them would accidentally mumble a kind word or their fingers would touch and then they'd spend the rest of their lab time together in a state of quiet embarrassed confusion, both wanting to say something but too scared to be the first to start the conversation. Mike had discovered that what he'd said to El in the bathroom, about how he wasn't going to go home and think about her the night of the orientation party, had been the opposite of what happened. He thought about her a lot. She still annoyed him but he couldn't get her out of his head, which was even more annoying.
The midterm exam was quickly approaching and their unit topic was human anatomy. They had to identify and spell correctly fifty different muscles. El was having a hard time with it. Mike had asked why she didn't just get a tutor and felt awful when she almost started crying. She had covered her face with her hands and he'd heard her sniffle through her fingers about not being able to afford one.
So that was how Mike found himself in a study carrel with El in the library one dark, stormy Friday night.
"Okay, I still can't memorize the head, but at least I got the neck and the torso," she mumbled mostly to herself.
Despite Mike offering to tutor her, El didn't let it go to her head. He had still been an asshole for everything he had done to her, including the night they had both been tipsy and had made the mistake of having sex. Even in those moments, Mike had still been mean to her.
So she chose to interact with him as little as possible, even now when he was helping her. El knew he did it just to get a good grade, anyway.
"That's still good. We still have time to-" Mike was encouraging her, his elbows resting on the table they shared, when the power went off.
El groaned in annoyance as her eyes fought to adjust to the lack of light. In her process of grabbing the books, she ended up tugging on Mike's fingers before she awkwardly retreated her hand and murmured sorry.
Mike said nothing in return and El had to deflect the embarrassing moment. "I guess that's it. It probably won't come back on because it's raining way too hard and it's late already."
Mike knew El didn't really have the information down yet. Suddenly thunder crashed so loud even Mike was startled.
Oh fuck, I forgot. El is afraid of storms.
Mike sighed.
"Hey, El?" He didn't point out that she had scooted closer to him when the thunder rumbled. "Do you want to just come to my room to finish studying? I know my dorm has an auxiliary generator so the power will be on. And it's close. With the test next week, I just think you should be confident that you know it. My roommate went home for the weekend so he won't distract us."
He knew it was raining like crazy but continuing to study was El's only hope to pass the lab.
El sat in silence for a few moments as she tried to debate her options. She could always say no and go back to her dorm, but that would mean failing the exam most probably, and also having to spend the night awake and under the covers because of the loud thuds of thunder and lightning. She figured she could at least make the most of her time if she wasn't going to sleep.
"Okay, fine..."
Sighing, she fumbled through the dark until she managed to put the books back inside her backpack. She could feel Mike's presence right next to her and as soon as another thunder hit, she yelped and reached for Mike's arm on instinct.
"Shit, sorry!"
She apologized once again as her eyes found Mike's through the dark. He didn't seem mad, his big black eyes seemingly soft and understanding as they stood in silence. It made El want to bring him close to her body and hold him until the storm was over, but she knew that was far from possible.
"I say we should run once we get outside." Mike nodded and El couldn't take it anymore. She had to be mean. "I hope your stick legs won't slow us down because I don't know where you live and I hate being in the rain."
"I don't have to help you, you know. There's no reason to be so abrasive." Since the time in the bathroom Mike had noticed that El occasionally made appearances in his dreams and although he was still annoyed by her, he no longer felt any sort of hatred. He kind of just wanted her to be just another student attending his university. Her constant jabs didn't help his healing process. Still, he decided to take the high road because he knew the storm scared her. Or maybe he scared her.
They stepped outside, standing under the big marble awning of the library. Rain was falling in sheets, the wind making it fly sideways.
"You're gonna have to hold my hand," Mike shouted over the din of the storm, grabbing El's hand tightly. "I think otherwise you'll get lost. Ready? We're going to sprint."
They took off. Mike's dorm was about forty yards away from the library so by the time they got to his building they were both saturated by rain. Mike could hear El's teeth chattering as soon as they entered his room.
"Damn. Okay." Mike was already rummaging in his dresser drawer. "Here. You need to get dry or you're gonna get sick. I won't look." He tossed her the first t-shirt he found, knowing any of his shirts would fall to her knees. He noticed how El was looking at the shirt...like she might cry.
"What's wrong?" He asked, beginning to change into dry clothes himself.
El was still holding the shirt like it was her long lost favorite toy.
Does he even know what shirt he just handed me? Is this a joke?
El searched Mike's face for any sign of spite but saw only concerned confusion, which only made her chest ache more. She sighed.
"Could you please turn around?" El asked even as Mike was already spinning so as not to watch her. He always could anticipate things.
So El peeled off her wet clothing and slipped on the same Ghostbusters t-shirt she had slept in when she was younger; the same one Mike had brought to the cabin for her to wear as a nightgown. It even smelled the same.
"I'm done," El mumbled in a voice so soft she didn't know if Mike had even heard her so she leaned in and tapped his shoulder.
He turned around and faced her in a startled manner, his eyes falling on her body as he drank in her form and El wished he hadn't done it. It was the same look he used to give her years ago when he seemed enticed by her presence, whether she was naked and about to please him or simply sitting in church and listening to the choir he was a part of.
Even so, she didn't take the lingering gaze personally. They were both young and El doubted that Mike had ever engaged in sexual acts with anyone besides her. Not that he wasn't worthy of it, but she knew how soft and mannered he used to be. Maybe he did turn out to not be the same to her, but El knew that Mike was a generally kind person. Kind and horny, that was.
El had considered the option of only overthinking the look he was giving her, but something about the way his eyes lingered over her bare legs made her think she was right. She couldn't miss this opportunity.
"Hey, there's, um...something...here..."
She feigned concern as her arm reached for his face, her thumb gently grazing the corner of his lips before she whispered.
"You're drooling." The smirk she gave Mike right after didn't seem to amuse him at all.
"Um, that's just rain." Mike tore his eyes away. He hadn't realized what shirt he'd given her until just now and his mind was a mess of memories and emotions. He needed to get himself under control.
"Ready to get back to studying?" Mike's bed seemed to be the best place so he beckoned for her to join him there, keeping a healthy distance. El sat down too. She pulled a blanket over her bare legs.
"You probably won't want to do this but I know a way that would help you remember better. But you might not like it."
El's eyes rolled. She was already dreading this, but Mike was her only shot at passing the exam.
"Shoot," she stated casually.
"I can point to the muscles on you. It's easier to memorize them this way and then you can point them back on me when I ask you stuff so we can be sure that you've got it. Is that alright?"
El's whole body stiffened. She wanted to touch or to be touched by Mike as little as possible, but she couldn't deny the fact that his idea was good.
"Yeah...I guess..."
Mike didn't hesitate, drawing his knees closer to El and studying her face.
"You have issues with the head muscles, so let's start with those."
El nodded and Mike proceeded to extend his arm and point his index finger in front of her face. Gently, he started tracing her forehead.
"Frontalis..." His finger traveled forward to the side of her head. "Temporalis," he announced to her before moving to her right eyelid. El closed her eyes and he whispered carefully. "Orbicularis oculi..." She nodded in response so he moved lower, this time tracing her smooth cheekbone. "Zygomaticus."
"Zygomaticus...got it," El mumbled, her warm breath fanning over Mike's face which was mere inches from hers. She tried to stay calm, despite the pounding heart that felt like it would explode inside her ribcage.
"Right," Mike praised her, the tip of his finger now moving right above her upper lip. "Orbicularis oris...masseter…" His finger was now pressed above her jaw.
Their eyes met again and Mike realized that El had probably been staring at him most of the time. It made him blush, his ivory skin turning to a deep shade of pink. El could have sworn she hadn't seen anything so beautiful in her entire life. For the umpteenth time, it was becoming too much and El found herself forced to shatter the fairytale-like atmosphere and make the fuzzy feeling inside her chest go away, so she pulled back from Mike's warm touch.
"I hope you don't expect to get paid for this kind of tutoring," she half-joked, knowing very well that Mike had already mentioned not needing any money from her.
"There's no need to pay me," Mike said quietly. "Just do well. I, um, we still have to do the major chest, arm, and leg muscles. If you don't want me to touch you I understand. The arm shouldn't be a big deal though. So your shoulder here, this is the deltoid." Mike touched her shoulder, gently squeezing. His arm started traveling down her arm. "And then we get to the triceps on the back of your arm here and the biceps on the front." Mike's large hand encompassed her upper arm, his thumb brushing over the muscles he was mentioning. "The trapezius is this muscle here at the back of your neck." With both hands Mike indicated El's trapezius, his fingers locking at the back of her neck. They were facing each other and Mike suddenly forgot what he was talking about. "Uhhh, sorry. What was I saying?" He heard himself ask in a tone that made him cringe because it was a tone he'd only ever used with her in their most intimate moments.
"Trapezius. Big muscle at the back of the neck. I got it."
El had thought she was the only one having difficulties keeping up with Mike's method, but he seemed just as affected by the amount of touching that was involved.
"Go on," El urged him and Mike obliged immediately.
"Pectoralis major."
His hand was now pressed on the upper half of her chest and Mike locked eyes with El to make sure he wasn't pushing any boundaries. Her breath hitched at the contact, but she just nodded and Mike decided to carry on.
"Serratus anterior and external oblique," he informed as his fingers traced the side of her torso, right under her breasts.
El gulped when he felt Mike squeezing the t-shirt along with her flesh just slightly. It made her pussy throb and she awkwardly repositioned herself until it was easier to contract her legs and relieve some of the pent up tension.
"Abdominals," Mike pressed on her stomach before glancing down at the quilt enveloping half of El's body. "Can you uh... move the blanket aside? We have lower limbs now."
El nodded shakily and peeled the blanket off her. Before she knew it, though, Mike's large hand cupped her thigh.
"Quadriceps..." He sighed and carefully sneaked his hand under her leg until his fingers grasped the back of her thigh. "And hamstrings."
El nodded, her breath hitching in her throat the whole time. Mike was slightly bent over her and as she let her gaze travel lower down his form, she had to stifle a gasp.
Mike was hard. She could easily see his erection poking through the sweatpants he had changed into and despite being adamant about mentioning it, she didn't want to miss any opportunity of making Mike feel embarrassed
"Mike...I have a question."
"Yeah?" He was oblivious to her lingering gaze focused on his sweatpants. Their eyes locked again.
"What's this muscle called?" She smirked, her delicate fingers lightly cupping his bulge. It would've probably been inappropriate in any other circumstances, El figured, but this was Mike's teaching method and she was simply following the rules.
"Sorry, it's just...I mean...look, you annoy the shit out of me but you're fucking hot, okay? I'm 18 years old. There'd be something wrong with me if I wasn't hard right now. Just let me finish showing you these muscles."
Mike had hoped she wouldn't notice but there was absolutely no way he could touch her like this and not be affected. He was trying to be clinical but it wasn't working. He needed her to stop looking at him and she definitely needed to stop fondling his cock.
"Lay down, I'll teach you the leg muscles and back muscles." Mike was surprised that she didn't have a snarky comment, only doing as he'd told her and lying face down on the bed.
Sitting beside her, Mike traced her back muscles with his finger. Her skin was still so soft.
"This is the latissimus dorsi, and here are the teres major and teres minor," he tried not to tickle her as his hand ghosted over her side. "Above those is the infraspinatus muscle. Oh, up here is the rhomboid," Mike pointed out the small muscle near her shoulder.
"Uh, did you want me to do your legs?" He couldn't help it; Mike's hand rested on her bare thigh just under her ass.
"Go ahead," El drew in a shaky breath, her legs parting on instinct as she waited for Mike to continue his ministrations.
The fact that he had acknowledged that she was at fault for his erection only turned her on even more, and she fought back the urge to grind against the mattress.
"Just make sure you don't jizz in your pants." She couldn't help it and the next whispered remark only made it worse. "It wouldn't be the first time, though."
With a shaky hand Mike was starting to trace over the muscles of the back of her legs when he heard her comment.
"I'm trying to help you. Do you always have to be such a bitch to me?"
Even though he was chastising her his touch was gentle. He moved to her lower legs. He was sitting at her feet.
"This is the gastrocnemius muscle, and here is the soleus." Mike massaged the muscles to let her know since she couldn't really see. As he moved up her legs, he had to straddle them to reach everything. Well, he didn't have to, he chose to.
"This is the triceps femoris. Femoris like femur, in your leg. Remember that. And as I move up we get to the biceps femoris and the adductor magnus." Mike was straddling her thighs now, his legs on either side of hers squeezing her limbs together. He continued his massage, noticing that El hadn't said anything else to mock him.
"I know this will be on the test," Mike's fingers carefully kneaded her ass. He heard her sharp intake of breath. "The gluteus muscles, maximus, medius, and minimus." He was whispering again, his fingers working over her panties. He was beyond horny even though he was trying to think of everything he could to turn himself off.
He scooted forward. He could feel his cock straining as it rubbed her ass through his cotton sweatpants.
"Um, El? Would you want me to rub your back? I mean, I'm here and all."
"Th-That'd be nice," El stuttered.
She didn't know what to make of Mike's proposal. It warmed her heart as it made her reminisce about the sweet moments they had spent together, when he was willing to do anything for her. Or maybe he's just horny, El reasoned out, but she couldn't complain about that option either.
She was just as horny, if not even more, as her juices were already dampening her pink cotton panties. It didn't help that Mike's hands were so gentle and sensual, his thin fingers pressing over the group of muscles she had just tried to memorize.
Out of instinct, her ass pushed upward against Mike's erection and she let out a strangled sigh when she felt the warm bulge rubbing over her flesh. She needed more.
"Can you move lower?" Her voice was a mere whisper, her ego not allowing her to fully voice out where she needed Mike's hands the most.
"Yeah," Mike whispered in a husky voice. His hands were soon rubbing her inner thighs, getting closer to where he could see a much darker pink tone of color in her light pink panties. He pressed his luck, letting his fingers slip underneath the elastic of the leg opening. El gave no protest. Mike's fingers bumped against her pussy lips as he continued to massage, moving his legs out so she could spread hers more.
"Like that?" He asked, still unsure if she was going to allow it or turn around and punch him.
"Take them off," she almost begged, her ass lifting up until Mike sneaked his hands around her body and helped push the fabric of her underwear down. The panties remained wrapped on one of her ankles, but El was too turned to even care. Her mind was hazy, the warm, familiar feeling flooding her core as she craved more.
Mike was back on her thighs, his expert fingers rubbing where she ached the most, sometimes kneading her ass, and El had to close her eyes and enjoy the experience.
"I think I need a massage...inside too."
El cringed at her own words. A small part of her was scared that Mike might refuse her. He hated her, after all, and for reasons she couldn't fathom. The way El saw it, she was the only one entitled to be mean to him because he'd used her and then never tried to contact her when she was sent away, but she still couldn't help but want just a little bit more.
Mike was working over her slit as she'd whispered the words and her ass cheeks slightly bucked at the ticklish feeling.
"Can you do that?"
"I can, but I don't know if I can reach as far as you might want with my hands. I might need to, um, use something longer. Would you want me to?" He remembered what she liked and he was currently doing it; teasing her lips and then stretching her gently with his finger, waiting to add a second, going deeper every time.
"Well, is it really longer?" El teased, unable to control herself even in moments like this. Mike deserved it after all but she made sure to let him know that she was open to the idea as she rocked herself on his finger.
"You've never once complained," Mike said with confidence, shutting her up. He quickly kicked his sweatpants off and with his fingers still inside her started rubbing the full length of his shaft along her ass.
"You talk such a big game but you're just a little slut when it comes to my dick. You always have been. I was being nice and you're still making fun of me. Will you still be making fun of me when I make you come all over my cock? How about when I do it again right after that?" Mike was pushing his cock between her ass cheeks. She was so wet that lubrication was no problem. He glided effortlessly almost. His hand was covered in her arousal. Mike leaned forward, whispering in her ear.
"Will you make fun of me when I make you come with my cock in your ass? It'll be your hardest ever. Will you still make fun of me then? When your legs are jelly and all you can think about is how hard and deep you want to feel my dick inside you? I know you want that, El." Mike's tone was conversational.
"Don't get so cocky, Michael."
El raised herself on her elbows, forcing Mike's chest to press against her back as she tilted her head and their eyes locked. She could read the lust in his eyes.
"Just because I taught you everything you know now doesn't mean you're the sex expert. And you're still my slut. You've always been."
El regretted the last sentence as soon as it came out, but it was already too late and if it somehow affected Mike, she just hoped it would make him fuck her harder.
"We'll see about that." Mike held eye contact as he replaced the fingers that were inside her with his hard cock, stuffing it inside roughly. He watched her face contort as he did, surprise from the sudden intrusion melting quickly away to desire. Their eyes didn't budge.
"You like it from behind. I can go deeper that way. You like to feel me deep, don't you?" Mike couldn't resist anymore. She was still looking at him, the angle obviously probably uncomfortable. If she was bothering to maintain eye contact for so long then maybe he was free to do what he wanted. His mouth covered hers, sloppy kisses between them as he fucked her harder. Both of them were moaning when Mike pulled back, wanting to watch as his dick slid in and out of her.
"Your ass looks so good from here." His fingers delicately played with it as his cock rammed into her.
"Get on your knees, El. Do it." Mike wouldn't pull out, making her maneuver herself awkwardly as she complied.
"Yeah, now I can see your little asshole. I remember you liking to have it touched. Should I touch it now? While my cock is in your cunt? Should I play with your ass while I'm fucking you?"
"I think you're remembering it wrong."
El struggled to keep her voice steady as Mike was rocking his cock in and out of her cunt. His thumb was already tickling the tight rim and El's tiny hole puckered in anticipation.
"You loved to lick and fuck my asshole with your tongue..." She stopped and let out a mumbled swear when Mike pushed particularly hard inside of her. "So I think it's you who's crazy about it."
Mike heard her curse in pain as he used a little more force than he'd planned, penetrating her ass with his thumb with more gusto than he'd imagined. Having her on her knees was almost too much...the sense memories a little overwhelming.
"Shit, I'm sorry, El. I don't want to hurt you." Mike removed his thumb and, with his cock still buried in her pussy, began to more lovingly than he'd intended caress her ass, making sure to soothe away the sting.
"I forgot how beautiful you are like this," he whispered. Fuck, I said that out loud. Maybe she didn't hear me.
In an effort to break from the sea of memories he was currently drowning in, Mike focused on what she'd said last.
"I wouldn't say I was crazy about that, it's just kind of awesome to know I can make you react like you do. That was all it was."
"Yeah, right. You weren't."
El had no idea how she still found the strength to respond after what she had just heard him say. Being overwhelmed would have been an understatement and the only way she was able to balance his heartwarming admission was by pushing him off her until they landed on the other side of the bed.
Mike was on his back and El didn't waste any time before climbing in his lap, her tanned legs contrasting his pale ones as she straddled his hips and grabbed a handful of his cock.
"And don't worry. I don't get hurt so easily."
El's feigned smile hid the pain Mike had actually inflicted on her when she had left and he had never tried to contact her, but as soon as she sank onto his shaft all the bitterness had disappeared. Her hands flew to her small breasts as she cupped and squeezed while riding Mike's hard rod, the moans never ceasing to escape her mouth.
El had moved them both so quickly Mike almost hadn't had time to register what was happening. But seeing her like that, riding him like that, was more than Mike could take. She had left him, hurt him, and was a huge bitch to him every chance she got. He couldn't be in this position. Not with her, maybe not ever again.
"No you don't," Mike pushed her off his cock, his rigid pole bouncing in the open air of his dorm room. "I'm not gonna watch your face while I make you come. You have to be far nicer to me to get that."
El, Mike could plainly see, was both confused and pissed. Mike laughed.
"Calm down," he said as he got up from the bed, pulling her with him. He bent her over his desk, leaning down close to her. "I didn't say I wasn't gonna make you come."
With one stroke Mike slammed into her.
Fuck. She still feels so awesome.
After a few strokes he lifted her right leg, making her rest her knee on the desk she was leaning over. The new angle elicited heavy moans from both of them.
"God yes. Like that? I fucking do."
"No, you still suck...at this. Always have."
El's lips were parted as Mike pounded her from behind and she wished she had more control over her body. Despite her words, she seemed in pure bliss as her hips pushed into Mike's, her ass slapping against his skin until it left marks on both of them.
Her words must have annoyed Mike because the first thing she received in return was a thrust so vicious she had to brace his desk with so much force her fingertips turned white.
"Ah, shit...Mi-" El stopped herself once again, refusing to let his name fly out of her mouth. He didn't deserve it. "Is that...it? That's...bad..." She continued to taunt him between brutal thrusts that were driving her insane, contrary to the words she spat out.
"Is...that...so?" Mike was fucking her so hard his sentences came out syncopated. He reamed in deep and then pulled out altogether.
"Might as well stop then if I'm so bad. I was just trying to massage you like you asked." Mike stood stroking his cock lazily, hoping she would call his bluff. She was still leaned over the desk with her leg up and it took all of his willpower to not just dive in. He didn't care if he used his mouth or his cock but he wanted more. He just wanted her to want it too.
"What?"
El looked over her shoulder in alarm. The emptiness that Mike had left behind was too much to bear and she found that she needed his cock to be plunging into her or his slim fingers to be holding her hips right now.
"Don't you dare-" she threatened once her arm tried to reach for him and he took a deliberate step back. He had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he stroked his cock slowly and El had to hold herself back from using her powers on him.
Turning around, El sat on his desk with her legs widely spread. She watched Mike through half-lidded eyes, her gaze shyly alternating between his hard cock and his beautiful features. She needed him and there was no denying it.
"Please...come back."
She just said please. Mike thought he should hold out. He thought he should have some snide comment ready to fire. What happened was that in one long stride he was back in front of her, lifting her off the desk and onto his dick. She wanted it too because her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and she started trying to move and bounce on his cock, her face in his neck and both hands in his hair.
El was trying but it wasn't enough. Mike wanted to be deep and he wanted to go hard so he helped her, lifting her and letting her slam back down repeatedly, using gravity to his advantage.
The image of her face when she'd asked him to please come back was burned onto his brain and even though El's face was in his neck Mike could still clearly see her in his mind.
El held on to him with all her might, her left arm holding on to his shoulder while her right hand was buried in his dark locks. She let Mike fuck her onto his cock, sending himself as deep as possible with every thrust.
The position they were in was more intimate than anything they had tried before and El wished she'd had a few drinks before this so she could blame her feelings on the alcohol, but apart from Mike's intoxicating smell and gestures, she was sober and fully aware of everything that was happening. She could feel every inch of his dick penetrating her cunt and hear every soft moan muffled into her shoulder and El knew it wouldn't be long until she came.
"Mike-" she finally allowed herself to voice out the name she'd always loved, her mouth hot over his neck. "I'm, oh, that's…oh god, Mike, I'm close..."
Mike could never deny that he literally loved hearing her announce that she was about to come, even if they hated each other. Mike knew deep down that he didn't hate her, that he'd just been really hurt, but he was pretty sure her animosity toward him was real so the idea that he could still make her come was both alluring and empowering.
"Yeah, me too. Come on my cock, El. You know it'll feel so good when you tremble all over my hard dick." Her moans and sighs told him everything he needed to know.
"Wanna feel me come too? Want me to come in you?" He was licking her earlobe. El was writhing on him as they continued to smash together. Mike breathed into her ear.
"When I feel you come on my dick it makes me come even harder. You can be a bitch but fuck, El. You still know exactly how to make me blow harder than anything."
Hearing Mike saying all the lewd things that praised her was enough for El to come hard on his dick, her legs tightly seizing his middle as she thrashed in his arms.
"Shit, Mike! Oh, Mike...Mike..."
The volume of her voice was probably way too high for Mike's liking and for a second El feared seriously hurting his hearing, but she was still riding her orgasm as she cried out his name over and over again, until her voice subsided into a mere whisper and she just sobbed into his neck. He was still pounding her by the time she finished, but El wanted to try something else.
Her legs unwrapped from his torso as she forced Mike to drop her down and she had to stifle a chuckle at the way he looked at her. Mike seemed confused and disappointed until El knelt in front of him and grabbed hold of his cock before she could reconsider her decision. She wanted to taste him more than anything, but the fear of Mike degrading her was still in the back of her mind as she jerked his cock right in front of her parted mouth.
"Go ahead."
She had cried his name. More than once. It still held power over him even after everything.
As her lips touched his swollen cock head Mike pushed into her mouth, feeling her tongue lap at his shaft as he glided to the back of her throat.
"Suck it then. Suck me off and then clean me up." He was looking down at her and couldn't look away. Her eyes were locked with his and she was sucking him in so deep. Mike's hands went to her face without him thinking about it. He only had to thrust twice. She was really doing all the work, and quite expertly.
"Fuck you're still so good..." Mike felt his abdomen tighten, his balls clenching and his dick twitching. "Oh, coming, El. Fucking making me come. Shit!" Mike spurted into her mouth, feeling her tongue swirling, still sucking him deep. She didn't stop until he was empty, panting, still licking him even after he'd stopped twitching. She finally let him go, his cock making a popping sound as it slipped out from the tight seal her lips had formed around it. Mike fell onto his bed.
"Holy fuck. Um, thanks for that. That was...yeah."
"Yeah," was all El could say. She didn't want to think too much about what they had just done so she left it at that.
Her naked form made its way to Mike's bedroom window and she braced herself. It was still raining heavily and there was no way she could go back to her dorm without getting all soaked or, worse, scared to death because of the loud thunder.
Sighing, she mustered up the courage to mumble her question.
"Could I...sleep here? I could...I could take your roommate's bed, if that's okay." Her back was still turned to Mike, her bare body dimly lit only when another bolt of lightning hit the sky.
Mike had followed El to the window, wanting to see for himself how the weather was. He had gotten up quietly but hadn't realized that El didn't know he was standing right behind her looking out too.
So when the lightning crashed and she jumped, Mike's first instinct was to comfort her. His arms went around her from behind and he pulled her close, her naked form fitting comfortably against his. For just a second he felt her melt into him and his heart actually felt like it grew but then she stiffened and he let go.
"Sorry, um, the uh, lightning. Startled me."
I miss that so much.
Mike remembered what she had just asked. The storm was definitely not slowing down.
"And yeah, sure. You can stay here. I gotta warn you that my roommate is a little gross though. His sheets...I don't think I'd want to sleep on them. No telling what he's leaked out on there. You...I mean it's up to you...but um, you can just sleep with me. I know it's not ideal. Just a solution."
"Gross."
El grimaced, but the look on Mike's face made her realize she should have been more specific.
"Your roommate. Not...sleeping with you..."
She avoided looking at Mike as she spoke, her eyes scanning anything but his face. He stood silently in front of her, his gaze burning holes into her face and she suddenly found it hard to breathe. She had to move.
And so she did, her hips swaying as she grabbed Mike's t-shirt, the one that meant so much to her, and put it back on. Her underwear was scattered on Mike's bed, but she had no intentions of putting it back on. It was soaked by now and she didn't want to deal with the damp material holding her back from having a peaceful sleep. It was going to be tough already to fall asleep right next to Mike, she figured.
"I'm not going to wear my underwear. It's too wet," she announced to Mike as she plopped onto his bed and wrapped the sheets around her shivering form. She didn't realize how chilly it actually was until her burning skin was no longer pressed against Mike's. "And I promise I won't take up too much space."
Mike chuckled. "As if you could take up too much space." His smile faded. "Um, I was going to do laundry tomorrow so I'm kind of out of clean boxers. I know this sounds like some sort of wastoid move but do you mind if I don't wear underwear either? I mean, if it's a big issue I can try to find something."
"There's nothing I haven't seen before." El shrugged, her petite shoulders moving from under the covers. "And we've done it before," she added in a whisper.
She couldn't hold back from glancing down at Mike's limp member dangling between his legs as he made his way to the bed they were going to share. Even now, after the euphoria had worn down, she still found Mike incredibly attractive and she gulped, visibly affected, before snapping out of her trance when Mike's weight dipped into the mattress.
El scooted further, making room for Mike before turning around. She couldn't face him and she was way too tempted to pull him into a tight embrace, so she knew it was for the best if they just didn't face each other.
"Goodnight, Mike. And thank you…for helping me with the exam," she murmured, her voice muffled into the covers that smelled like him.
"It's really no problem. Night, El," Mike said quietly as he rolled over. She was facing away from him so he figured that even though they were sharing his bed she still wanted to distance herself as much as she could. And honestly, maybe it was better that way. Maybe it would be easier to resist hugging her tightly against him, something he couldn't stop thinking about since he'd done it at the window.
Mike fell asleep. His dreams were fitful, causing him to toss and turn. In his dream he was running through the woods to the cabin, bursting through the door, looking for El. Just as he had when she'd left. He had held on to hope that she was there again, waiting for him to come. She hadn't been. She never was there again. Mike checked every week, even after his sadness had turned to anger.
Hope was the worst.
His restlessness woke El up and she watched Mike dream, her heart breaking in her chest.
"El? Where are you?" Mike called out in his sleep. "Please come back." His words were coherent if not a little drunk sounding. "I'll do better." He had rolled onto his side, facing her. "I promise." The last part was just a whisper.
El was in shock. Her heart was furiously pounding, her lips sealed into a thin line as she felt the uncontrollable tears running down her cheeks. She tried to make no sound – she didn't want to wake Mike up. It would probably make him feel embarrassed or, even worse, he would deny everything.
But El knew better. She was currently hearing every pained whimper coming out of his mouth as he mumbled her name over and over again, the corners of his plush lips turned downward and his brows furrowed as he struggled in his sleep. El couldn't take it anymore.
She didn't know if it would work, but she could at least try to alleviate some of his pain. Her delicate palm pressed over Mike's cheek and she caressed his freckles with her thumb and whispered in a soothing tone.
"It's okay, Mike. I'm here."
Mike's dream abruptly shifted, like storm clouds parting to reveal the sun. Instead of feeling lost and scared, looking for El and never finding her, suddenly she was there. Mike could see the sunlight steaming through the waves in her hair and she was smiling at him, her arms open. Mike tried to run to her but his legs wouldn't move fast. It was as though he was moving in slow motion. He felt a rush of relief when in his dream El started to make her way toward him too.
They met and embraced. To Mike it felt so real. He could feel her in his arms and he could smell her in his nose.
As Mike lay dreaming, El had been overcome with emotion. She hated to see him in real pain. It was one thing to be awake and cognizant; he could handle anything thrown at him. But being so hurt while he slept was different. He had no guard, no protection. El decided that, just for tonight, she would act as his protection.
So that's why she scooted closer, wrapping her small arms around him and hugging him closely to her, whispering quietly in the dark.
"I never left you. I never wanted to. I'd never want to."
El studied Mike's features. They seemed a lot more peaceful than moments ago, his high cheekbones tinted pink as he breathed through parted lips. He was so pure and she was still overwhelmed after what she had just heard.
It was so hard to resist and El wanted, needed, to be strong and stay away from Mike, but when he resumed his initial position and lay on his back, she seized the opportunity in a mindless haze and pressed her lips to his. Mike whimpered in return and she cooed him, her fragile hand burying into soft strands of dark hair while her leg entangled with Mike's.
She peeked at him once in a while, her soft kisses ceasing just so she could make sure that he was still asleep, before proceeding to nibble at his lips. El was unsure of what Mike would think if he was awake, but she preferred him this way, compliant and soft under her touches, just like he once used to be.
In Mike's dream, El was kissing him. It was just like it had been when they were younger. In his dream he was holding her, their kiss getting deep, Mike lifting her up easily, wanting to feel her closer.
In reality, El was kissing Mike, hesitantly at first but then she couldn't hold back; the darkness blanketing them, promising silently to keep their secret. She moved, resting on top of him. El didn't mind when Mike's arms enveloped her. She thought his dream must be getting better.
When El moved on top of him, Mike woke up. But she was kissing him so sweetly, exactly the way she had been doing in his dream, that he didn't want to ruin the moment. It was so different from their spiteful and violent kisses when they could no longer resist the invisible tether that attached them.
During this, Mike had gotten hard. He could feel their sexes rubbing together as El continued to kiss him. She was aroused as well. He wanted so badly to experience her the way he used to, with no anger, no hurt.
So Mike pretended his dream had taken a far sexier turn.
"Mmm, teach me, El. We'll get Benny's after. Show me what to do. Brought you some pj's."
El couldn't believe it. Even in her desperate state of arousal, she was dumbfounded to hear what Mike was burbling. She could no longer be cynical and defensive around him, at least not right now, when he was sleeping like a baby and murmuring words that indicated he was dreaming about their time together. She was softened, soothed even, to find out that Mike was still the same innocent, kind soul.
As much as she wanted to just lay on top of him and listen to his gentle breathing, she was already hot and bothered, and the fact that Mike's erect cock was throbbing under her pussy didn't help at all.
And so she took him in, one hand carefully cradling his head while the other grabbed the base of his member before she sunk on it.
Mike stirred just slightly when she lowered her hips, so El stopped and studied him closely. The warm air left his lungs with every quiet exhale and El took it as a sign to keep going.
It was anything but rough, or angry. She was moving as slowly as possible, her ass cheeks barely touching his balls as she rocked her body on top of his.
"Mike..." she murmured almost inaudibly, frightened that if her pussy swallowing him whole didn't interrupt his dreams, her words would.
Her upper body lowered itself on top of him and she silently moved her elbows on either side of his mop of hair while taking his cock in. In and out, in and out, over and over again as, she tried to hold her ragged breath. The only times she allowed herself to barely breathe were when their lips connected, Mike's unconscious state giving El the satisfaction of being kissed back.
It was working. El seemed to believe that Mike was still asleep and she had slipped his throbbing cock inside her like it was the key to her heart. Mike was trying desperately to maintain his illusion of sleep, keeping his breath steady even as he heard the soft sighs he knew she was trying to keep quiet.
El was making love to him and he didn't want her to stop. He did, however, want to be more involved, wanted to move his hips, to push himself deep without the accompanying anger from before.
Mike wanted to make love to her too.
He amped up his dream, getting a little more vocal but still making it seem like his words were the product of his wet dream.
"We're at church. We c-can't, El." Mike said as he rolled over, taking her with him. He was on top when the maneuver was complete but he thought it seemed enough like moving in sleep.
"But I want to. I don't know how. Show me." He was already moving, his hips rolling, his hard dick filling her up and rubbing against her clit. He was moving slowly and deliberately, a little clumsy even, keeping up the appearance of a man dreaming.
"You don't have to know how. You're perfect..." El's earnest admission was accompanied by her velvety hands barely grazing Mike's raven locks. She ached to hold him, but the fear was holding her back so she just let Mike push his stuttering hips over hers and send his cock straight inside her warmth.
Nothing about what they were doing was hasty. Mike forged himself inside of her in a rhythm so thrilling and soothing that El found it unbearably difficult to hold herself back from moaning. She was forced to, though, and she rarely allowed the pleasing sobs to escape from between her lips.
She was so immersed in their sweet love-making, that it took her a few seconds to realize that the phone inside Mike's dorm room was ringing. Filled with panic, she rushed Mike to his initial position of laying on his back before she swiftly pulled the covers over their bodies. She contemplated jerking his shoulders until the deep slumber he was in disappeared, but she decided against it and lay in bed silently, her back now turned to Mike just like she had initially fallen asleep. The ringing echoed through the room along with El's heart beating faster than ever as she prayed that Mike wouldn't be suspicious in case he woke up.
Just stop ringing. Just go away. Mike was more than disappointed when El moved him, sliding out from under him so quickly he wasn't sure how exactly she'd managed. But he knew, he knew there was no way she'd ever think he could sleep through the shrill ringing of the telephone so he wasn't surprised that their brief interlude was over.
Mike stirred.
"Ugh. Who's calling at this hour?" He reached over El, grabbing the phone from the cradle.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Mike asked in disgust. "Oh, hi, Mom. Yeah, it's raining a lot. Power went out at the library."
El heard Mike pause, clearly listening to the other end of the line. She made no movement, not a peep, wanting not to disclose that she was there.
"No, my dorm has a generator so we're all good here. Just sleepin', you know? It's like 3:15 a.m. I promise I'm fine, Mom."
After a few more reassurances that he was indeed unscathed by the storm that had made the news and worried Karen Wheeler, Mike said goodbye and hung up the phone.
"Sorry my mom woke you up. And I was having the best dream too. So disappointing." Mike moved back to his place in bed, missing El against him.
El knew she shouldn't, but the words were already on the tip of her tongue and despite her brain screaming at her not to say it, she couldn't stop herself.
"Yeah? What was it about?"
Stupid, El. That was so stupid!
A pissed sigh escaped her mouth right after and before Mike could reply, she blurted out with her back still turned to him. "Princess Leia? Were you her little slave?"
Mike felt a little like she'd slapped him. Just moments earlier they had both been so connected and now she was throwing emotional jabs again.
"No. I certainly wasn't dreaming about a princess. It doesn't matter anyway. Dreams don't come true." Mike rolled over, facing away from her, and then muttered, "doesn't matter how real they might seem."
"Agreed," El mumbled from the other side of the bed.
It took her longer than she anticipated to fall back to sleep, and the lack of Mike's even breathing that would sometimes turn into soft snores told her he wasn't sleeping, either. She didn't make a move this time, though, instead deliberately tormenting herself with memories of her past with Mike until she was on the brink of tears.
She stopped when the thoughts had become a heavy burden and, before she fell asleep, she had decided that for whatever ominous reason they had been separated years ago, there was no turning back now. Mike could have lovely dreams about her past self all he wanted. That El was gone. She was no longer the same innocent girl and the fact that he had never tried to contact her was something El could never overlook.
Author's Note: There are five chapters left in this story. I know I'm updating frequently and I'm happy to do so, but know that this is finite and the end is hurdling towards us. Thanks as always for reading. I hope it's been as fun to ingest as it was to write (right, M?).