paradise city // guns n' roses
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mike & el
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home
The tune of the familiar rock song blared from the speakers of El's radio, the sound filling the entirety of her purple bedroom.
Since she and Hopper had moved out of the cabin and into a much bigger home a few years ago, El no longer had to worry about him barging into her room, complaining that her radio was too loud while Mike was over.
So, the excessive volume that the song was being played at, was no problem at all.
Even with it being so loud though, Mike and El still didn't seem notice the change in song, seeing as they were a little occupied at the moment.
They were lying next to one another on her bed, where they had been for quite some time now. The two were practically attached at the mouth, hands wandering about as they were engaged in a seemingly never ending lip lock.
Their mouths endlessly chased one another, until they were forced to pull apart, the both of them panting as they tried to catch their breath. After a moment, El sat up on her bed, bringing Mike with her. She then made the hasty move to pull his shirt over his head, hers going right along with it.
Mike had seen El in her bra a countless number of times before, so this wasn't anything new for them. Despite the many steps they had taken in their relationship over the years though, they hadn't exactly went beyond that line just yet.
Of course, they both knew the time was coming soon. They were nearly eighteen years old now, a lot had changed since the days where they'd share those seemingly innocent kisses hidden away in El's room at the cabin.
One thing that hadn't changed, was their friends' silly little obsession with teasing them for being so in love. They always called them clingy, saying that they might as well be conjoined at the hip or something.
Given the position they were currently in, it really wasn't all that surprising.
That teasing only got worse as the years passed, the couple getting to a point where they quite literally couldn't keep their hands (and mouths) off of each other. They always had to be touching, whether it be something as innocent as hand holding, sometimes even pinky holding, or something not so innocent, like what they were on the verge of doing now.
Mike and El were never bothered by any of the teasing, they knew exactly how they were acting and simply couldn't help it. Once they locked eyes with one another, those warm, tingly feelings that began to stir up inside completely consumed them.
Those feelings were so consuming, that the world around them might as well have not even existed. They usually wouldn't mind that, wanting nothing more than to feel as if it were just the two of them. At that moment though, it was very inconvenient, since they had failed to hear the heavy footsteps coming down the hallway.
"Jesus!" Hopper's voice was suddenly yelling, leading the two to jump apart, scrambling to cover themselves up. "Why the hell are your shirts off?"
El looked straight to Mike, hoping he could save them from this incredibly awkward moment, but he was looking back at her hoping the very same thing.
"You know what, I don't need to know." Hopper said, before letting out a deep breath to calm himself down.
"Look, I know you two are going to do what you want, regardless of what I say and I get that. I've been young and in love once, I know how it is. You want to kiss each other, be all mushy and whatnot. That's fine. Just please, please keep your clothes on while I'm in the house." He begged them, truly not wanting a repeat of what he had just walked in on. "And keep 'em on while I'm not in the house, too. You're seventeen for crying out loud."
Both Mike and El nodded adamantly, wanting to get him out of there before they got into any serious trouble.
"Well, now that that's settled... I was just coming in to tell you two that Joyce dropped us off some chocolate chip cookies. They're in the kitchen, if you can pry your lips apart long enough to come get some."
"Okay, thanks!" El chirped, completely ignoring the second part of that statement. She just wanted him to hurry up and go.
Hopper shook his head as he went to leave the room, stopping just as he reached the door.
"Oh, and Wheeler?"
"Yeah?"
"Guns N' Roses? You seriously want to make out with my daughter to Guns N' Roses?" He shook his head once more, not saying another word, only chuckling as he walked out of El's bedroom.
"What's wrong with Guns N' Roses?" Mike asked El, clueless as to why he had just been called out on his song choice.
"I don't know... I happen to like them, a lot." El shrugged, before making a swift move to climb onto Mike's lap. "Especially right now."
Mike tore his eyes right away from the now closed door, the look he found on El's face keeping him from giving the man's comment a second thought. He smashed his lips down onto hers, the both of them eager to resume the heated make out session that had been so rudely interrupted.
As per Hop's desperate request, both remaining fully clothed.
