PLAY THE PART | mileven

twenty six

time seemed to stop when they were sitting bundled up together on a random bench in hawkins, she doesn't know whether they sat there for hours or for mere minutes.

all she knows is that at some point, mike pulled away from the hug. he avoided looking at her — probably as an attempt to hide the evidence of tears grazing his face — as he got up to leave.

she understood why he didn't want her to see him that vulnerable because she feels the same way about vulnerability. crying in front of others is something too raw and real, something that exposes a little too much.

but she still felt a pang of hurt within her chest that he closed himself off like that towards her. she wished that he'd be comfortable enough to let her see all of him — because there isn't any piece of him that she wouldn't accept.

their walk back to the house was quiet, neither of them talked as they silently sneaked in, trying not to bump into anyone.

mike locked himself away for the rest of the day and she respected his wish in wanting to stay alone, no matter how much it killed her not to be next to him.

when the others asked why he didn't come down for dinner, she told them that he feels sick and needs to rest. they simply nodded their heads and accepted the words.

the next day, mike was pretty much back to normal and engaged himself with everyone else again.

the rest of their days in hawkins flowed by rather quickly and with each new day, mike was getting better and better.

as soon as they were all back in chicago, mike went to an appointment with his therapist. they had the date set up months ago but it was really convenient for it to happen after everything that went down.

after the therapy session, he was even better than before. it almost felt like nothing happened at all, like he's been doing fine for all this time.

it made her glad to see him okay again.

nearly a week after that incident, everything was back to normal. now it was finally the last day of the year, there was big excitement coming from everyone.

big excitement, big preparations, big..

"mike." she breathily moaned his name out, her fingers were curled around his hair so tightly she could've ripped it off in that moment.

he flicked her clit with his tongue, giving her a languid lick while two of his fingers were penetrating her warm cunt.

he's been eating her out for only god knows how long, she already came two times with his tongue on her and a third was building itself up rapidly with the way he handled her.

he was so fucking good. it's almost like he read a user guide to her body that taught him how to pleasure her. everywhere he touched or kissed sent a jolt of euphoria through her.

she never felt this good in her life ever.

he sucked her clit between his lips, thrusting his fingers faster in and out of her and rubbed that spot that made her legs quiver and tears fill her eyes.

"oh, god." she moaned out, arching her back and trying to clamp her thighs shut at the intensity and anticipation of the pre-orgasm. but his grip on her thigh was so tight that she couldn't move it at all.

when his name left her lips like a prayer, her high crashed down on her like a tidal wave. her toes curled desperately, her fingers moved from his hair to grip her bedsheets so tight that her knuckles turned white, her chest kept heaving.