I've Already Told You Everything // Stranger Things

Tell Me, Did It Make You Happy?

Eleven gripped the sides of the sink and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her shirt draped loosely over her body; so much so that her shoulder remained exposed from the neck hole. She popped two Aspirins to the back of her throat, and cupped both of her hands to create a vessel for the water. She hunched over the sink and sucked the water between her lips. It had a metallic taste to it—different from Hawkins. She dried her hands and placed a palm on her forehead.

Listening to Elevens thoughts.

Man, my hand is small. Do hands get more wrinkly with age? I don't know, I'll find out when I'm older. Mental note: look at my hands when I'm 67. Why can't I see my nose? Well, now I can because now I'm aware that it's there. Ugh my lips are dry. Where's my chapstick? Hmm...lips. Me and Mike haven't kissed in a while. I like his lips. They're small but I like them. I like a lot of things about him. Aww look he's still sleeping. Should I wake him? Yea I think I will.

She shuffles to the side of the bed where Mike sleeps peacefully. She shakes his shoulder and he lets out a groan.

I feel weird. Almost uncomfortable...but not? I really want to...do something with him. Like...see him naked again. I don't like thinking about this. Can he hear my thoughts? Oh god—what if he can?!

Mike rolled onto his back and stretched his arms behind his head.

"Good morning pretty lady." A blush surfaced Elevens cheeks. She bit her lip, but she made sure Mike didn't see.

"Mike," she scooted closer, he sat up. "I want to do something with you." He smiled.

"Oh well, maybe today we could go to a movie; or maybe—" she paused him.

"No, not like that." She stared at him for a while. It took Mike a second to understand what she meant.

Oh god. Do I actually want this? What if he turns me down? I've only done this once! Does he even know what I'm talking about? UGH of course he does, I can see it on his face.

"Oh...you mean you're horny." Eleven should have just written 'nervous' on her fore head, because it was plastered all over her face. 

"Is that what that is?" Eleven didn't look at him. Her fingers had a visible tremor to them.

"Yea, and it's ok if you are. It's normal—you're allowed. You don't have to feel ashamed." Eleven finally connected with Mikes eyes. The feeling she had intensified. This time, he drifted over to her. She looked up at him with weary eyes. Mike wasn't so sure about the signals she was sending out, but he went with it anyway. He placed a hand on her cheek, and pulled her to his lips. It was like their breaths were choreographed; dancing together to create one rhythm. Their lips were synchronized too. Mike slipped his tongue past her bottom lip, and she was surprised by this.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.

He gently eased her down onto the bed, trying not to use any amount of unwanted force. He really wanted to make sure that this is what she wanted. He placed a hand on her hip, and began to leave his kisses along her neck.

Why do these ones hurt? Oh right...hickeys.

Mike sat up quickly and signaled Eleven to lift her arms. When she did so, he peeled her shirt from her body; leaving her only in a bra. He continued his line of kisses between her breasts. He left one larger mark on her left. This gave her goosebumps that the cold couldn't even level up to. Mike already shirtless, he slid his own pants off, then hers. He kissed all the way down her midsection at a painful rate. Once he reached the waistband of her panties, he put his hands on either of her hips, and consulted back to her face. He kissed her wildly while slowly pulling her panties down at the same time.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.

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