Mike and El slept until almost 1:00 on Saturday, having been exhausted from the night before. Once they had finally gotten up and had dressed themselves they headed back downstairs to mingle in the crowds. El was wearing her cutoffs again and a very small Star Wars logo shirt, white with black rings on the sleeves and neck, that looked like it had come from the children's section of the store. Mike liked how it looked on her.
They went the opposite direction in the convention hall from the way they had gone every previous time, not realizing that they always took the same route. By going another way they noticed that they had missed some things in their prior outings, namely a 1:1 scale sized Jabba the Hutt on his throne. It was meant for pictures so Mike told El to climb up on it and pull the chain that had already been wrapped around Jabba's neck. She did her best impression of slave Leia, albeit in shorts and a t-shirt. Mike was very pleased with the pictures he took of her. They found some more people in great costumes so they got another fan to take their picture with Finn, Rey, and Poe Dameron and also with a Jedi Luke. The flap on his black uniform was turned back, revealing the light gray interior. His lightsaber was impeccable.
El wanted to wear their costumes again because she'd had so much fun taking pictures with people so she and Mike changed back into them. Mike waited patiently for her to fix her hair. Before they left the room she texted Max back from the day before. She included a picture of herself and Mike in their costumes.
Sorry I'm just now getting back to you. We're having so much fun! I'll tell you all about it when I get home. But I don't want to leave Mike. Oh my god, Max! O.M.G!
She left it at that and they went back down to the con. Mike had the room keys and his phone, all charged and ready to go.
Their main goal this time out was to have someone take their picture together in as many places as they could find. They took pictures in front of t-shirt booths where they were both making silly faces, they took one beside a huge TIE fighter, a Mandolorian locked them inside the jail cell he was manning and took their picture, another guard standing watch beside them. El used her charm to round up one of every type of stormtrooper she could find and they took a picture with the entire squad of them. They were having a blast running around and posing.
While they were in the convention hall taking pictures of themselves, El noticed a group of college-aged girls that kept following them and giggling. At first she thought they were just following them but then she realized the girls were following Mike and she started to get annoyed. It was getting close to 6:00. A man dressed as Dengar and his little boy, who was dressed as a small Boba Fett, asked El if she would take a picture with them. She stepped over to pose with the duo, the wife of the man snapping the pic, and when she stepped away from Mike the girls surrounded him. She couldn't get back through their ranks. There were around twelve in total, all circling Mike and pushing their way closer to him. He was trying to get away. Finally El just pushed her way through, not caring if she happened use her nails at any point. Once he could reach her Mike pulled her the rest of the way through the girls, who by that time were literally inside his three feet of personal space. He hugged El, ignoring the girls.
"Let's get out of here," he said, feeling like the real Han Solo having to break their way through a group of armed villains. He held El close to him, pulling his blaster from its holster and holding it up, his arm bent at the elbow and the barrel pointed at the ceiling. They pushed through and kept on going, Mike looking back once to make sure the girls weren't still following them.
They made it out into the hallway by the elevators.
"Um, that was like, super hot what you just did," El said. Mike had re-holstered his blaster.
"Those girls were creeping me out. But it was fun to pretend we were escaping them."
El could only smile. She knew he had loved having to pretend to escape the horde.
"Hungry? Want to go change and then maybe we could come back to the restaurant here and eat? We can go somewhere out if you'd rather do that," Mike said.
"We can eat here. We don't have to go anywhere. Let's go back to the room." She held his hand and they boarded the next available elevator.
Back in the room El checked her phone before she had Mike unzip her dress and noticed that Max had texted her again.
That pic is adorable! Am I putting this together right? Are you in love? What does he say? I'd have you call me but I don't want to take any time away from you.
El read the text. At first she laughed but then she read the last part and realized that Max was right. All her time with Mike was quickly slipping away. It was already Saturday evening and she had to board a flight home on Tuesday morning. Her time was running out. She wrote Max back.
I love him so much, Max. He loves me too. I don't know what I'm going to do next week. For now I'm going to enjoy every second though. Love you!
Mike was waiting to unzip her. He noticed that her smile had faded. She turned around to give him access to the zipper.
"Are you okay? You were so happy and now you don't look like you are." Mike finished the zipper and El started putting her regular clothes back on. Mike was taking off his jacket and shirt.
"I'm fine. Mike, wear the pants. Holster too. I like how hot you look in them." She looked more like her happier self when she'd said that so Mike felt a little better. He left his pants, holster, and boots on and donned a t-shirt.
The restaurant was a funny sight. There were lots of people in costume eating. Mike thought it looked a lot like the Mos Eisley cantina. He was glad he had his phone because there were a lot of things to photograph. It's not every day you see bounty hunters and stormtroopers eating chicken wings with Padme.
El and Mike were given a small table near the back of the restaurant. They could see all the people but the setting seemed more quiet than the front and the middle of the place. Mike could tell that El's spirits seemed a little down.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
She sighed. "Nothing. I don't want to put a damper on our fun." She played with her napkin.
"El, please understand that if you are feeling down or bad or whatever then I want to know so I can try to make it better. I don't want you to feel alone in whatever it is." He rested his hand over hers, the size covering her hand entirely.
"It's just that it's Saturday night. We'll only be together for two more days and then I have to leave you and go back home. I'm really going to miss you. I don't want to think about it now but I did and now I can't stop thinking about it."
"Hey, let's worry about that later, okay? Let's just enjoy our time together now and we can worry about Tuesday when it's Tuesday. Don't let the future ruin your present." He smiled at her as he squeezed her hand. "Please? We won't be saying goodbye. We'll just be away from each other for a bit. There's no way I'm not going to come see you as often as I can. We'll work something out. I promise we will."
His smile and confidence made her feel better.
"Come here," Mike said. Ordinarily him pulling her from her seat and into his lap would be weird in a restaurant but with all of the commotion from all the droids, monsters, and what seemed to be the entire Empire and Rebel Fleet eating there El sitting on Mike's lap didn't seem to faze anyone. He held her to him and hugged her. "Do you want to just sit here with me while we eat?" He was kidding and she knew it.
El laughed. "No, silly. I can sit in my own chair. But I do feel better." She kissed the corner of his mouth. "Thank you."
It was then that the waiter arrived to take their order. El felt her cheeks warming as she slid back around into her own chair. The waiter didn't seem to care.
After they finished eating they walked around the downstairs of the convention area. The doors to the actual exhibit room were locked but they could look at the props on display in the main hall where the lobby was. They admired the huge AT-AT in the middle of a double stairway that led to the second floor lounge. Surprisingly there were only a few other people in the entire space near them.
There was a ledge in front of a water feature and Mike sat down. He could look at the underside of the AT-AT from where he sat. He pulled El back down to sit sideways on his lap. She rested her head on his shoulder and they both looked at the Imperial construct.
"I wonder how long it took them to get that thing in here," Mike mused. He was looking up at it.
"Mm-hmm, it is." El wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying, choosing instead to trace her finger along the leather of his holster. She slowly moved it down his leg and then back up, grazing his inner thigh as her hand made its way back up his leg. Mike forgot all about the Imperial Walker. Her bare legs on him were making him forget a lot of things. When she sat her shorts seemed even shorter. "Let's go back upstairs," she whispered in his ear.
The elevator was empty and they had nine floors to travel. Mike pushed her against the back wall and kissed her passionately. El's hands slipped underneath his shirt, feeling his muscles react to her touch. When the elevator stopped at their floor El's hair was a mess and their lips were swollen. They giggled on their way down the hall to their room. Once inside, El lifted the hem of Mike's t-shirt, indicating that she wanted it gone. He stripped it off and then did the same to her. He was still standing up and started to move to the bed to sit down but she stopped him.
"No, stay here. You're so hot in these pants. I've wanted to do this since yesterday." Mike watched her sink to her knees and fumble with the button on his pants. The holster was slung around his waist at a slight angle and also attached to his mid-thigh so if she was careful she could unbutton and unzip his pants without removing the holster, which was her plan. She freed his already hardening member from his pants, smiling because he was still not wearing underwear with the costume. She reached around and unhooked her bra, letting it slide down until she shook it to the floor.
Mike looked down at her. She was looking at him as she took him into her mouth, her eyes locking with his. They were near the closet and he could also watch her from the mirror that was on the closet door. It was like watching a movie, watching her move up and down on him. He put his hand on the back of her head and liked how it looked in the mirror. He pushed her down a little, making her take him a bit deeper. He could feel himself get harder instantly when he felt the tip of his cock touch the back of her throat. She gagged slightly.
"Shit, I'm sorry." He apologized. She just shook her head and continued going down on him. Each time she moved her head lower she tried to go a little deeper, letting her tongue run along the shaft on her way down and back up. Mike felt her put her hands on the backs of his thighs and pull herself closer to him, causing him to go even deeper, her lips suctioned to him and making him feel a tightening in his lower abdomen. He put both of his hands on her head, gently weaving his fingers into her hair, and watched himself in the mirror as he thrust into her mouth. She was still holding on tightly to the backs of his legs so he did it again.
"Oh, fuck, El. That feels so good. I'm about to come." He warned her, still holding her head and moving with her.
El removed her mouth from him. He felt the suction stop as her lips slipped off his tip. "Then do it," she said before she was back on him again, taking him all the way down to the base of his shaft.
"Oh, my god," Mike whispered, "you are the hottest thing ever. You want this?"
He felt her nod, still moving up and down on him, taking him deep as her head moved. Her tongue felt amazing and Mike couldn't hold back any longer. He looked in the mirror.
"El, oh, you're so good at that. Oh, shit! Oh, fuck. El, I'm coming..." He tried to watch himself but it was so overwhelming to feel her on him at that moment that his eyes closed involuntarily.
El tried her best to take it all but there was too much and she started to gag. Mike pulled himself out and wound up accidently finishing the last of it on her chest. El didn't mind. It hadn't been Mike's fault, it was just location.
He pulled her to her feet and kissed her, thanking her for making him feel so good. He moved her to the bed and sat her down before disappearing into the bathroom. When he returned he had a warm washcloth that he used to clean her up. He gently rubbed the cloth over her chest, cleaning off any mess that he'd made on her. He was still wearing his pants, holster, and boots.
"God, you are still so fucking hot wearing that." El told him as he finished cleaning her up.
"Think so? You look pretty hot yourself sitting there in those shorts. They look like they need to come off though. Would you like that?" Mike asked. His hands were already on the button of them.
El nodded and Mike pushed her back onto the bed so she was lying down. He removed her shorts, leaving her in just her panties.
"Mike, um, I think I need a night to recover. Last night was so amazing and I want tomorrow to be too so I don't think I can have sex tonight." She sounded disappointed.
Mike smiled. "We don't have to do that. I know we were crazy last night. What if I didn't do anything that was really on the inside? Could you handle that? I want to make you feel good too."
"I'll try anything." She laced her fingers in his hand.
"I'll be gentle." Mike kissed her abdomen and trailed kisses down over her panty covered front, all the way to her inner thighs. El sighed. "Is that okay?" Mike asked.
"Mmm, that's nice." El replied.
Mike removed her panties and proceeded to show El how much she meant to him and how gentle he could be. His tongue was manipulative and he massaged her with it, careful to not enter her. She grasped his hair and tried to push him into her harder but he wouldn't let her. He wanted to make sure she was feeling ready and wasn't going to let her emotions in the moment cause her to do something she had already said she needed to wait a day for. He could make her get to where she wanted to go without penetration.
"Please, Mike." El begged.
"Just relax. I don't want to hurt you. Let yourself just enjoy this. Wait, am I not doing a good job?"
"Oh, fuck, you're amazing. It just makes me want all of you. You're right though. Don't stop. You're so good at that."
Mike went back to teasing her. He was using his hand a bit but only on the outside. The combination was starting to really get her going. She was focusing on what she was feeling. Occasionally he would rub his nose on her before starting back with his tongue and it was driving her mad. She could feel herself climbing higher and higher, almost to the top of the cliff. She wanted to dive off the edge of it.
"Mike, I'm so close. You're doing so good." She felt him pull back so that his tongue was barely touching her but still making contact. That was going to send her over, she knew it. "Yes, do that. Oh, uhn, Mike! Don't stop! Miiike!"
Mike didn't stop until she stopped writhing and calling his name. She finally settled down and Mike pulled himself up to kiss her.
"Still feel okay? I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked, so concerned.
"You were great. That was amazing." She rolled over and buried her head in his neck. "I don't want to leave you." She whispered.
He just held her and let her feel how she was feeling. He already knew he was going to make sure that she never had to feel that way for long. But right now he just wanted to enjoy the rest of his time here with her. He rubbed her back and whispered that he loved her.
He got up long enough to take off his boots and pants and then crawled back into bed beside El. He spooned her and held her as they went to sleep.
It rained on Sunday, causing the room to seem dark. The forecast said it would be raining all day. Mike and El had planned to attend a couple of panels, one where Mark Hamill, Anthony Daniels, and Jeremy Bulloch would discuss some things about The Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi, and another panel where engineers would discuss the finer points of creating droids. That one would be in the late afternoon.
They took their time getting dressed and eventually made their way down to the floor of the con. They held hands and looked closely at every booth, not wanting to miss buying something they wanted because they hadn't seen it. Mike bought El a Hoth Leia Funko Pop.
There was an exhibit of all of the helmets worn by the different characters. They hadn't really taken time to examine them before so now that they were just walking around they could really inspect them.
"Wow, El, I think your collection is almost as good as this. And look, there's no McQuarrie Vader here," Mike pointed out.
"Yeah, but I don't have a biker scout helmet. Or an X-wing helmet like Luke's. I can't be in the Red Squadron."
"That doesn't mean you'll never have one." He bumped his shoulder against her playfully. She smiled at him.
As time drew nearer to their panel they went to find a good seat. Their VIP passes didn't give them assigned seating but they were allowed to choose first and were happy to see that there were still a few seats left for VIPs in the front row, so they took two of those. They could see very well. When the actors came onto the stage El waved at Mark Hamill and he pointed at her and then put his hand over his heart, signaling that he loved her, and then gave a thumbs up to Mike. El was shocked that he recognized them and she turned to Mike, grabbing his hand and squeezing tightly, her smile reaching from ear to ear.
They sat rapt with attention for the entire hour of the panel, listening to stories about things that had gone wrong on the sets, how things were actually done, how the puppet of Yoda worked. They found it fascinating.
After the panel they got a sandwich to share and walked around some more. The droid panel was at 4:30 and it was only 2:00. They people watched for a while. There was so much to see. El saw a man dressed as Boba Fett pushing a baby stroller that had been made up to look like Han Solo frozen in carbonite. She saw a man in a Rancor suit, it looked like he had spent countless hours on it, and he was being led by what looked like a 5-year-old Gamorrean guard. She thought it was adorable.
Every time she looked over at Mike it made her smile, whether he was looking back at her or if he was looking at some merchandise in one of the booths with his brow furrowed, indicating that he was deep in thought. The feelings of love were almost overwhelming and she had to remind herself to breathe a couple of times. He caught her gazing at him and he smiled, his lopsided goofy grin making her heart beat faster and causing her to feel butterflies.
When it was time for the droid panel El wanted to take seats located more in the back and to the side. Mike didn't question it so they ended up sitting near the door on the edge of the seating area. El listened to the panel for a little while but then she leaned over to Mike.
"I'm going to go up to the room. Why don't you finish this and then come up when it's done?" She whispered.
"Do you feel okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just going to go lie down. You finish this. It'll be over in less than an hour. Okay?"
"Okay. If you're sure you feel okay." Mike said lowly.
"Don't worry. I do." She quietly got up and left the panel.
Once she had returned to the room, she was happy that the weather had made it dark. She closed the curtains anyway and found a scarf that she had thrown into her suitcase. She turned all of the lamps off except one and then draped the scarf over the one lamp that remained on. She was pleased with the ambience of the room.
She rummaged through her suitcase and found the smaller bag she had stowed in the bottom of it. She unzipped the bag and removed the contents, laying them out on the bed before removing the clothes that she was wearing. She made sure to pick up anything that was lying about on the floor, trying to make the room look presentable. They had left the do not disturb sign on the door every time they left the room so housekeeping had not been in there to clean. El tidied the place.
She was satisfied with how the room looked so she set about putting on what had taken her longer to make than both of the costumes they had been wearing that week. She pulled the panties on, which really couldn't be considered panties, more of like a sexy belt with maroon cloth that covered the front and back. It had taken her a while to find exactly the right pattern but once she embellished it with other things it looked almost screen accurate. She did the bra next, sliding it into place before she put the vine-like arm band on her upper left arm and a somewhat matching wrist band on her right arm. She slipped the little boots on, which she thought she might never find while she was looking to complete the costume at home. She thought she looked pretty good, looking at herself in the mirror. Her hair wasn't long enough but that would have to be overlooked. She even had a chain for her neck, but would let Mike decide if he wanted to use it.
Lastly she brushed her teeth again and then laid on the bed and waited for him to come back from the panel.
She heard the keycard beep and then the doorknob turned. She had been waiting about twenty-five minutes. The excitement and anticipation was palpable. Mike walked into the room and froze.
"Holy shit." His eyes raked over her. He gulped. "Who are you?" Mike asked, knowing full well who she was but wanting to hear the dialogue that came after.
"Someone who loves you," El said. Mike was on the bed in two steps.
"Jesus, El, this is so fucking hot! I love you so much! You are so amazing," Mike said between kisses. It was like he didn't know where to put his hands, he was so excited.
"Do you really like it?" She asked. Mike had his mouth on her neck, his pants were unbuttoned and El was about to pull his shirt up over his head to get it off.
"Are you kidding? El, I already thought you were amazing. You just crossed the threshold into deism. You are a fucking goddess and I'm about to worship you."
A/N: I've cut the chapter off here so I'll have more for my next one because this story will be coming to a close before too long. It kind of makes me sad but I can't keep it going forever. I think two more chapters is all there will be. I know what will happen but I'm going to miss this Mileven. I love how nerdy they are, but sexy at the same time. And I know I've been updating a lot but I like writing this story and I can't wait to update just for the sake of waiting. If I have it I'm gonna post it. I have other ideas to work on when this is complete. But I've loved this, I can say that much. Thanks for reading. Hugs all around.