"Mike,"

Her eyes glistened in the moonlight, which for some reason, was the only light source in the room.

And which...was definitely not helping his situation at the moment.

"Please?"

Her voice was choking with emotions, every word she forced out of her mouth was with great effort.

He gritted his teeth, stretching his lips into a tight line to avoid his jaw from falling to the floor.

No.He thought to himself.

Just say no.

Her hair swayed in the air, light shining through her natural curls, only weakening whatever resistance he had left in him.

Did she even realise how all of this was affecting him?

Holy shit, he thought to himself, biting back a gasp as her fingers danced over the buttons on her very loose shirt which had once belonged to him. He could still feel his stomach turn as blood rushed away from his brain, numbing his mind.

He ached to know what wonders lay underneath, but he'd be invading unchartered waters that he should likely not try to explore anytime soon.

But how could he possibly refuse her offer, run away from her, when she stood in front of him with such a thirst in her eyes and asked from him the one thing he'd wanted for so long?

Oh, dear God. What have I done to deserve this?

It was a Sunday afternoon - well, morning for the 16 year old brunette - when he lazily made his way to the door, whose bell had been ringing constantly for the past minute.

He rubbed his eyes and looked through the peephole, a familiar face waiting expectantly, with one foot tapping against the porch floor, no less, and a small grin of his own as he opened the door at light speed.

"Mike."

How could something so simple, just his own name from her mouth make his grin stretch further?

Goddammit.

He nodded at her, murmuring something along the lines of 'G'morning. Breakfast on the table.', before turning tail and scurrying into the bathroom.

Nope. Nope.

She made him look like a blasted fool everytime she smiled at him with her half closed eyes.

It had been two whole years since Eleven had become a part of society, eagerly delving into it like a curious cat.

While the freedom made Eleven happier (school hours being her favorite time, much to Mike's chagrin), her boyfriend was not of the same opinion.

Selfish, he knew, but he had liked it better when he had her all to himself.

'Two years in any high school would be enough to steal her innocence,' everyone had told him.

He believed no one.

So imagine his horror, when he sat doing his homework, occasionally sneaking a peek at the girl who lay on his bed with a book in her hand with her skirt rustling in the wind of the open window, exposing more and more of her soft white skin -

"Hey, eyes up here, asshole!"

Mike's eyes shot up in sheer panic, his expression resembling a deer caught in the headlights.

" 'She said, as his eyes drifted down the valley of her br-' "

"Whoa whoa!" The boy jumped out of his seat in a flash, ripping the book out of her grasp.

"What in the name of God are you reading?!" He scanned the book, 'American Girl 101' and the cover was enough for him to judge the contents.

And enough to know who she had gotten it from.

"Max," he growled in annoyance.

"Oh, I am going to skin her."

She tilted her head to one side in confusion, Mike's reaction only increasing her curiosity.

How was she so cute effortlessly?

"I told her I wanted to know more about being a normal girl."

Normal? Mike scoffed.

This was the farthest thing from normal she could learn to be.

She reached out for the book which Mike conveniently held away from her prying hands.

"I will give you a hundred other appropriate books," Mike said, emphasizing on the 'appropriate'.

"But definitely not this one."

Eleven pouted for a whole half hour, while Mike had his back to her on his table.

"That's not going to work on me."

"You're not even looking."

"I know you well enough."

"Do you really?"

Mike turned to look at the girl, his eyebrow raised in question.

"Don't I?"

Eleven pursed her lips, as if contemplating having this conversation that, by now had piqued Mike's curiosity.

She motioned for him to sit next to her on the bed and he gladly obeyed.

"Mike..." The brunette paused for a while, thinking over how to phrase her next words.

She looked at him in silent admiration, running her thin fingers through his messy hair. He couldn't take his eyes off her either, a small smile plastered on his lips as his gaze remained glued to her half opened mouth.

He subconsciously licked his lips.

"Help me, Mike."

He met her eyes, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Help you? With what?"

She ran a finger down the side of his face, delicately drawing circles on his cheeks.

Okay, this was weird.

Granted, Eleven was expressive. She liked hugs and would rather cuddle while rewatching star wars (using "the force" to pull the glass of milk and eggos.) than go out anyday.

But this...

This felt different.

This was more intimate.

His hand found it's way to her face, soft skin making contact with his fingers where they rested. Concern was evident on his face.

Had something happened without him knowing?

"El, what's the matter?"

She seemed to have heard his words, but the brunette remained silent, like midnight. She seemed to be so lost, it almost reminded him of the first time he spoke to her 2 years ago.

"I feel...giddy."

The first thing that came to Mike's mind were Eggos.

She had had one too many for breakfast and that was probably making her sick.

"Ah,"

Mike softly pulled back to rid him of the distraction, earning a low grunt of disapproval from his girlfriend.

"I'll ask mum to bring you medicines. That'll calm it down, I guess."

He tried to stand up, he really did. But he couldn't even move a toe.

The force awakens, Mike sighed.

"We spoke about this, El. No using your powers for silly reasons."

It was a way for him to feel equal in their relationship, not like he needed to wear an armour 24/7 just in case they disagreed on something, which, mind you, hardly ever happened. (Thank Christ.)

"Certainly not something as stupid as 'I dont want to eat that yucky stuff.' "

Yeah, he spoke from experience.

"No.."

Her voice was low, almost like a plea, a whisper.

Almost as if she were embarrassed.

She pulled him towards her, lips parting ever so slightly to make space for his that fit like lock and key.

He melted into the kiss though surprised, his hands resting on the small of her back as she leaned into him, closing the space between them as if her life depended on it.

To him, it felt so desperate, like he had been wanting this for longer than he had lived, which was of course, not possible, but it was reason enough for him to not pull away anytime soon.

Mike sometimes found himself wondering if she had powers other than the force. Like hypnosis, for one.

Was that why he felt so mesmerized when she was with him?

He hadn't realised how breathless he was, until she broke the kiss, gasping for air much like him.

He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against hers, drinking in her slow and short breaths that fanned his face.

"I feel giddy when I'm around you."

He didn't move, quietly listening to whatever she had to say, for fear of meeting her eyes and causing her to stop talking.

He'd just listen, he decided. He loved her voice anyway.

"I... don't understand it, but.." He waited for her to continue, her curls tickling his neck.

"But...I feel so restless."

El's breaths quickened and he felt her shiver, like she was just learning to breathe for the first time.

"I... want to be closer."

Blood rushed to his face, the environment suddenly becoming hotter than Mike could take.

"Why do I feel this way?"

Did she mean what he was thinking?

Mike's brain was going to explode, he reckoned, if they stayed glued to each other for any longer.

The proximity was not good for his nerves.

Putting two hands on her shoulders, he pushed her back standing up abruptly, surprising, El, who just watched him without movement.

"You're probably unwell."

She was too innocent, too naive for this. And it was too early for this. Even though, in his mind, he couldn't stop his imagination from running wild.

"Just rest for a few days and you'll be okay."

Her lips curled into a frown. Eleven mumbled something that sounded like 'you don't understand..' as she walked past him, straight out of the house.

He understood.

He understood even though he didn't want to. And it took all of his strength to not look her way.

School went by quick, the absence of Eleven sending a wave of guilt through the poor boy.

What could he have done though?

He sat in the park alone, lost in the thoughts of a certain brunette.

The first time he had felt it, he had blamed it on the mushroom he had eaten that day.

I mean, logically, that's what a fourteen year old boy would assume after feeling all the blood rush to his...nether region.

The next time, he blamed it on hormones. They were just messing with him.

He was growing up, after all.

Eleven, however, was different. She didn't understand hormones and would probably have felt so weirdly uncomfortable around him without any clue.

So maybe it made him a bit happy. Maybe, he was just glad she felt the same way he did.

That he wasn't the only one.

But, for how long could he just let her think it was just an illness?

He didn't want her to be afraid, he wanted it to feel wonderful, but he was just a kid himself.

Way to go, brain.

"Hey."

The swing next to his that had been vacant when he came was now occupied by a certain redhead he had threatened to kill just a day ago.

"Max."

Mike growled under his breath.

"Whoa there, Mikey," she moved back in her seat dramatically.

"Calm down."

He looked away, hoping she'd just leave him alone.

"So I see she finally told you."

His eyes snapped back to her face, a light smirk sitting on it.

"She's been wanting to tell you for a while now. You're such a doufus, you hadn't even noticed."

He bit his lip. What could he even say in his defense?

He was too pre occupied by his own imagination?

Ew.

"Just explain it to her, will ya? I'm tired of saying it's just her brain messing with her."

Max stood up to leave, lightly patting down any dust tht that gotten on her jeans.

"Oh," she turned to look at Mike with a larger, much more evil smirk.

"Remember to use protection."

He cursed under his breath and Max laughed all the way out of the park.

It was already late evening by the time Mike stood up to leave. His walk home was equally silent, contemplating what he would tell her when he saw her next.

He'd have to say something, obviously.

So, when the boy realized he had absent mindedly stumbled into the woods where she lived by habit, he gulped.

He'd just go in and ask her why she didn't attend. Just checking on her, he told himself.

Yeah, just that.

Gathering all the courage he could muster, he knocked on the door.

No one answered.

Eleven, ofcourse knew who it was. She always did and would open the door before he even said anything.

Well, not today clearly.

The moon hung low in the sky, while Mike stood in the cold, realising she wasn't going to open the door like she usually did, and staying put was probably a really bad idea.

"El, why didn't you come today? Are you alright?"

No reply.

He sighed.

"El, please open the door..."

He rubbed his arms in the biting cold. Mike feared he'd freeze to death if he stayed out any longer with nothing but a tight shirt and jeans shielding him.

How was he to know he'd be out so late?

Seemingly, Eleven could sense his discomfort, seeing as the door creaked open.

Mike stepped in, scanning the room - well, how much ever of it was visible anyway.

It was pitch black.

He quickly walked past the table where food sat untouched and had seemed to have gone cold a while ago.

He felt so guilty, it made him feel sick.

A whimper drew his attention to the half opened door to his left. Stepping away from the showcase, he lightly pushed the door open.

And now he stood there, watching every move she made as if he were enchanted.

He didn't deny it. Figuratively speaking, he was.

Adrenaline pumped through his blood, every part of his body tingling with excitement. Yet, all he did was watch dumbfoundedly, standing rooted to his spot, unwilling to move.

God knows what he would end up doing.

But he didn't need to move anymore.

Soft footsteps resonated in the room, moving towards him like a kitten in the night. (He was so sure he heard a low purr.)

He took in her form, his long shirt the only thing covering her, a strap visibly peeking from under the colar which was way too large for her slim frame.

Oh God, she was tempting him.

Stop, he whispered, too low for her to hear.

Please stop.

She continued her slow stroll, more of her physique falling on his predatory eyes like he hadn't already memorized every curve.

She came to a halt when she stood right before him, her smaller frame towered by his own.

She hadn't broken eye contact for a second, setting every nerve ending in his body on fire.

"El, stop..." His words, which he had expected to sound stern, came out like a whisper, like he begged for her to stop for the sake of his sanity.

None of which was wrong, by the way.

The girl paid no heed to his words, raising herself on tip-toes, her face now mere inches away from his own.

"You don't want me to stop."

When had she learned all of this? And from where?

Whatever happened to the innocent girl he had known her to be for the years they had been in each other's company?

Her eyes were clouded with an inexplicable emotion, her fingers slowly making their way to Mike's balled fist where his nails dug into his palm.

"Why are you asking me to stop when you don't want me to ?"

Why are you testing my control?

See, it was always hard to be in love with someone who could hardly understand emotions. She couldn't see his agony.

Mike gulped.

"Because,"

He hated how his voice sounded so hoarse.

"This is wrong."

He hated how their fingers intertwined, fitting so perfectly together.

And he hated how after her lips softly touched his, his body couldn't stop buzzing with delight.

He pulled her flush against him, one hand on her waist, the other holding her hand.

It was slow, soft, as if she were asking for permission.

But before his response was delivered, she broke the kiss.

Mike growled in displeasure.

"Then," she whispered through quick breaths locking eyes with him, her innocent gaze taking his breath away.

"Why does it feel so right?"

Enough.

Mike wrapped his finger at the back of her neck, where he could feel the tiny hairs stand in surprise. He pulled her in once more, this time passion dripping from every part of his being.

He had held back for long enough.

I hope you liked it! Please leave a review and let me know how it was! Part 2 will come up soon! Thank you so much for reading! Ciao!