I've Already Told You Everything // Stranger Things

Pour Toujours, Chérie.

Monday morning was a struggle for Mike. The only way he got through it was knowing that he'll be a senior next year. Then he would be able to move to Philadelphia for film school. He planned to take Eleven with him. He didn't know how he would propose the idea, but he knew she'd say yes.

He flung his book bag over his shoulder and rushed out the door. Eleven pouted her bottom lip when he didn't say goodbye. He came back inside and kissed her on the lips quickly before bolting out the door once more. She blushed and rolled her eyes.

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Eleven took advantage of her alone time. She turned the faucet on in the bathtub, and changed the temperature to her liking. She undressed and looked at her body in the mirror. She had curves, a decent chest—just a good body all around. But something about looking at herself in the mirror made her self conscious. She shook her head and dipped her feet into the hot water. She relaxed her muscles and closed her eyes.

"Come in!" Someone knocks on the bathroom door, but she knows it's Mike. He stands behind her in the mirror, fixing his own hair. Eleven looks at him trying to smooth down his cowlick and she giggles. He looks at her in the mirror and smirks. He slithers his arms around her waist from behind. she giggles softly and blushes hard. He kisses the side of her neck gently and admires her smell. She smells like him, but with her own twist of strawberry shampoo. They stand in the mirror, admiring how they look together. They fit perfectly — their height especially. He was just tall enough to rest his chin on her head. Mikes height made Eleven feel safe. But Elevens ability to snap necks with her mind makes Mike feel safe, too. (But also a deathly afraid) He tickles her gut with his fingers and she erupts in laughter.

Eleven jolted awake. She was awakened by the sound of someone banging on the door. She shivered—the water was now cold. She quickly dried off and put her clothes on frantically. Jumping down the stairs, she realized it was Mike at the door. She unlocked the door and opened it briskly Her eyebrows Stich together.

"You're home already?" Mike looked hurt.

"What? You aren't happy to see me?" He pushed passed her, entering the house.

"No no, I just fell asleep in the bathtub I guess. Mike laughs. She looks at her hands—pruned. Elevens heart sinks when she remembers her dream. She remembers showing Mike her powers and using them all the time.

"Mike?" He turns around with a handful of pretzels.

"Yea what's up?" He sounds comforting. She likes it when he uses that voice.

"I barely have my powers anymore...they're completely useless." Mike shakes his head.

"That's ok, I love you regardless of powers or not." Elevens eyes flutter. That's the first time Mike has said the L word since she's been back, and he realized it too. He became flustered, but Eleven carried on with the conversation.

"I'm not special anymore." She looked down. Mike lifted her chin with his hand.

"You're special to me." Mike laid a soft kiss on her lips. Eleven gave into it and kissed him back; except she was more eager. Their kiss intensified with every second. Mike grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her so he could carry her. He carried her upstairs to his room. When he put her down on his bed, she giggled while he shut the door. When he reached her again, he laid on top of her—careful not to put any weight on her. Their lips moved together like one. Out of instinct, Mikes hand found its way to her breast and he groped it. She gasped at first, but then came to terms with the feeling. Mike stopped to take off his shirt, then helped Eleven take hers off. Their lips met once again. Mikes hands explored every crevasse of her body. He stopped and looked her her, panting.

"Is this ok with you?" He paused. "What im about to do?" She thought for a minute. She was sure he knew what he was doing. She trusted him.

"Yes," she smiled. "It's ok. I trust you."

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Well s(picy)hit