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College is great. It’s fun! And being out (or as out as one could discreetly be in 1990) is nice. Girls like her, as mind blowing as that is, and she feels more like herself than she has since she was a kid.
She’s even got some-sort-of-something going on with a girl from one of her classes.
Her friends had teased her mercilessly after she’d gone home with Carly the first time - she hadn’t heard the end of it for weeks. It’s sweet though, how excited they are for her. She’s grateful they’re supportive of her. Not that she ever doubted they would be, but that fear has been engrained in her since she was young. You grow up terrified of who you are for long enough, and you learn to be a little wary of trusting others.
And, she thinks, maybe that’s the real reason behind her current problem. Maybe it’s just a vulnerability thing! God only knows the walls Will has built up around herself are scraping the atmosphere at this point. She just needs to fucking relax.
Because the mortifying, awful truth is this: Will has been faking it with Carly.
For a while.
It’s beyond frustrating. She likes her! She does, really. She’s pretty, and she’s nice enough. It’s really not her fault Will’s so bad at this.
Even now, she’s distracted, with her shirt on the floor and Carly’s hand shoved down the front of her jeans. Her breath is hot where it fans across Will’s cheek, fingers moving faster inside her as warm lips brush her ear.
“Are you close?” She whispers, and Will barely resists the urge to roll her eyes. No.
Will presses her hips up, huffing. Carly’s - she’s trying. That’s what matters. She’s not doing much, but Will is never going to tell her that.
Carly takes the noise as encouragement, thrusting her wrist a little harder. “Yeah.” Will lies through her teeth, smile strained.
Nothing in her life is fair. It’s like she’s stuck at the top of a rollercoaster, waiting for the drop, and instead is stuck watching her feet dangle over the ledge.
There’s shuffling outside, and Will freezes. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. “Carly.” She hisses, grabbing her wrist with wide eyes. Carly misunderstands the motion and grins, mouthing at her throat.
Keys drop to the floor outside, and she hears Mike curse. Idiot. They have maybe 30 seconds before Will Byers dies, for real this time.
“Carly.” Will scrambles, buttoning her jeans and all but shoving the other girl off of her. Where the hell is her shirt?
The key turns, and her stomach swoops in horror. “Shit- Mike! Mike, I’m- I’m naked, don’t open the door-” She panics, voice shrill, and feels the sense of impending doom as there is no pause in motion. Of course she’d be wearing her Walkman. Will is going to strangle her.
Carly doesn’t even get to be embarrassed, because she hadn’t bothered getting undressed to begin with. Will knows what she must look like right now. Her mouth is kiss bruised, throat and chest mottled with love bites. She can’t imagine the state her hair’s in.
She stills like a deer in headlights as the door swings open, her beloved best friend (and current mortal enemy) Mike Wheeler blissfully oblivious as she waltzes in.
It’s almost comical, from an objective point of view. As it is, Will is standing in her bra and having a silent staring contest with Mike, so nothing is funny right now.
Then Mike snaps out of her stupor, eyes going hilariously huge. “Oh fuck, shit, Will, I’m so sorry-” She babbles, blushing(?) bright red and scrambling to turn away. Carly flees the scene, sending Mike a glare as she ducks past her and down the hallway. Asshole.
“Um, it’s- you’re fine, I shouldn’t have- sorry.” Will mumbles through where she’s covered her face with her hands.
Mike looks a little like she wants to light herself on fire. The feeling is mutual. “No! No, no, I should’ve knocked, or something, I got out of class early and didn’t think you’d be- uh.” She gulps, still facing the corner like she’s been put in time out.
“It’s- it’s seriously not a big deal. It’s fine. Please forget it ever happened.” Will pleads, attempting to smooth down her hair with her fingers. “You didn’t interrupt- anything. And you can turn around, dumbass.”
Now it’s Mike’s turn to laugh, raising her eyebrows. “No? You looked pretty busy to me, Willow.” She grins, looking over her shoulder. It’s a pitifully good look on her, that smug expression. Jesus. That attraction to her has never gone anywhere, loathe as Will is to admit it.
Will shoots her a withering glare. “I hate you.”
“I didn’t mean to cockblock you! I’m sorry!”
“You didn’t! I said it’s fine! It wasn’t even- whatever. Nevermind.” Will huffs, so, so hot in the face she might pass out. Mike kindly tosses one of her shirts at her to put on.
Her long legs sprawl out as she flops down beside Will on her bed, rolling to face her. Will stares at the ceiling instead. She can’t handle Mike right now, on top of everything else.
“What were you two doing, then? Studying?” She smirks. Will smacks her in the head with a pillow.
“Funny.” She deadpans.
Mike frowns, picking up her tone like a bloodhound following a scent. “Hey. Was it not- good? Did something happen?"
She shakes her head, softening. Mike’s too sweet for her own good sometimes, too attentive. Truthfully, Will’s only issue is that she still desperately wants to get off, and doesn’t know if she’s ever going to be able to at anyone else’s hand. Or fingers. Ha ha ha.
“No, no, it’s not like that.” She sighs, fidgeting with her sleeves. She needs to tell somebody, and Mike’s got that expression on her face that is just begging for Will to confess all her secrets. Maybe she’ll know what her issue is. “When you- when you get with guys, do you usually, uh.” She swallows, mouth going dry. She doesn’t want to think about Mike hooking up with anyone, but she’s also desperate to know she's not alone in this.
Mike snorts. “What, finish? No. Although I’ve only really ever, like- fooled around with guys at a party or something. Never like, sex.”
Will does not acknowledge the throb of her heart those words cause. Mike squints, sitting up a bit to look at her when she picks up what Will isn't saying.
“Wait.” Will’s insides spasm. This is mortifying. She's going to claw off her skin. “Are you telling me you were with a girl and she couldn’t figure it out?” her face twists up, disbelieving.
Will groans, rolling away from her. "Fuck off. Yes, Michelle, I've faked it every time! She's awful!” She blurts out, clapping her hands over her mouth in shock after it’s out. So much for keeping it to herself.
“Dude.”
“-Shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up-”
“-Will. Will, that is awful.”
“It’s not- it’s not her fault! Probably. I don’t know! I just can’t relax.” Will grumbles.
Mike grabs her shoulder to roll her back in her direction, fixing her with an incredulous stare. “Sex is supposed to be relaxing. It’s supposed to be good. Why are you still hooking up with that loser if she can’t even get you off?” She asks.
Will doesn’t know why it bothers her so much, but it grates at her, sitting up and crossing her arms around herself. It’s irritating to hear this from Mike. Mike, who’s straight as an arrow and has never once had an issue with someone wanting her back. Who’s so effortlessly beautiful - all long limbed and thin, porcelain skin and dark features. Who has zero idea Will’s been in love with her since they were kids.
“Oh, I don’t know, Mike. What do you want me to say?” She shoots back, sharper than intended. “It’s not exactly like I have a lot of options.”
She scoffs. “Oh, come on. You don’t really believe that. There are plenty of girls who want to sleep with you, Will.”
Will stares at her, sure that she’s lost her mind. “Oh, right. Of course. I forgot about the hordes of women who follow me around.”
“I’m serious! There are tons of girls who think you’re hot.” Mike insists, squeezing her bicep.
She actually laughs. Sure. “Yeah? Like who?” Mike goes quiet.
Right. Nobody. She knew that much, but the confirmation makes Will’s chest ache, face burning.
Will stares down at her lap. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“No! No, that’s not what I- Jesus, Will.” She sighs, raking a hand through her hair. Her bangs are still slightly too short from when she’d gone at them with scissors herself a month ago, and they’re curling from the humidity, sitting just above her brow. “I do.”
The earth stops spinning. Will feels like she’s just been reset to her factory settings, brain shutting off and rendering her useless. She’s dizzy, suddenly. Mike keeps talking, and it’s like watching a train derail, word vomiting in her panic.
“I do I would. I want to. And I was really trying not to be weird about it, when you started hanging out with Carly, but I hate it. I can’t fucking stand her, actually, and it’s not even her fault, I guess, other than the fact that she got to you before me. And I hate that it took me this long to figure it out and I’m sorry, because you’re my best friend and I know I’m making everything weird, but I’m going to explode because I tell you everything, and I’ve been keeping this a secret for months now. And because Lucas might really kill me if I keep complaining to her about it-”
Lucas and Max are going first on Will’s hitlist, actually, for not telling her about this sooner. Fake ass friends.
“-And this whole time, she’s not even good! Like, I was trying to be happy for you, but I can’t be. And I want it, Will. I want you.”
Holy shit.
“And not to brag, but I know for a fact I’d do a better job than she could. I could be so much better. I’d make sure you felt good, because I'm not an idiot.”
The air between them is thick, and Mike is damn near panting with the effort of her confession. She looks sick, actually, and Will won’t have that. Not when she’s wanted this for her entire life. She’s not letting this slip away. She won’t lose Mike again. And she’s not thinking of Carly, anymore, or even of jumping Lucas and Max.
Instead, her eyes drift to the pink, plush lips she’s drawn a million times. The long, thin nose with the bump on the bridge. The dark lashes, those eyes that answer before her mouth does, the faded freckles, the scar on her chin. The glint of a silver stud through her eyebrow. The hollows of her cheekbones, the dip of her clavicle. Her twitching fingers, long and thin like the rest of her, resting in her lap.
Will wants it, too. All of her. “Mike?” She asks, meeting those dark eyes.
“Yeah?”
“I’m gonna kiss you now.”
Mike laughs shakily, bobs her head in a nod. “Please.”
Her fingers twist into the collar of Mike’s sweater, guiding her down. They’re both overeager, smiling into the kiss when their noses bump. It’s soft and sweet for all of a minute, before Will’s resolve snaps and the heat returns with a fervor. Her hands slide up to cup her sharp jaw, angling her head just so and gliding their lips together. It’s better than anything she’s ever had already, and she doesn’t know if it’s something Mike’s doing specifically or just because it’s her.
The minimal distance between them is bothersome within moments. Mike’s fingers twist into her belt loops, tugging Will into her lap in a manner that has her mouth watering. She’s hot all over, twitching with the need for more.
“Take this off.” Mike rasps, nails scraping over Will’s ribs as she pushes at her shirt.
Will grins, like she’s not equally as affected by this. “Ask nicely.” She teases, and Mike’s pupils expand.
“Please?” Mike whispers, puppy dog eyes pleading. Christ. Will’s shirt finds the floor quickly. “Shit.” Mike exhales, smoothing her hands up her biceps. Her thumbs brush over the lines of scarring on her inner arms, and Will twitches. She’d hated when Carly would ask about them, to the extent she’d only take her shirt off with the lights off so she didn’t. She doesn’t voice this, doesn’t have to. She knows Mike’s seen them, and is more grateful that she doesn’t comment at all. That she knows Will enough not to.
“You're so pretty, Will.” She says softly, reverently, eyes hungrily taking all of her in.
Will huffs a laugh, shifting her weight. “I’m not really dressed for the occasion.” She quips, her worn sports bra not much to look at.
Mike rolls her eyes and nudges aside the strap to kiss down her shoulder. It makes Will’s stomach flutter. “You could be covered in slime and I’d still want you.” She murmurs against her skin. Mike frowns at the miniscule mark Carly had left behind, like it’s personally offended her.
“Will you be mad if I give you more of these?”
Will hums, cards her fingers through her hair. Considers this. “...No. I have makeup.” She shrugs. Mike’s hands on her hips tighten. “Wait.” She tugs at her sweater. “You too?”
“Oh.” Mike flushes, like Will’s not straddling her lap shirtless. “Yeah, yeah, sorry-” She smiles, radiant, letting Will help her pull the garment off. She traces her fingertips over the spray of dark freckles on her chest, face hot.
“I always loved these.”
“My rack?” Mike laughs, goosebumps on her pale skin.
“I meant your freckles, Michelle. But yeah, that too.” She rolls her eyes, barely biting back a moan as Mike’s lips trace a path from beneath her ear to the dip of her throat. Her hips buck reflexively when she sucks hard at the junction of her shoulder and neck. Mike has a shit eating grin on her face when Will’s eyes fall on her; that was no accident. It seems to be Mike’s personal mission to make up for lost time and missed chances, absolutely littering Will’s skin with biting kisses, running her mouth the entire time.
“When I visited you and Jane, in California? I almost fainted when I met you at the airport. You were so tiny still when you moved away, and then there you were suddenly and you looked so good. So different. I couldn’t believe it. You’re so-” She pulls back from where she’d been mauling Will, pupils blown wide and just gesturing at all of her. Doesn’t finish the thought, doesn’t have to.
Will burns, from the inside out. It’s addictive, knowing Mike’s just as gone for her as she’s always been. She keeps her eyes on the other girl’s as she hooks her fingers underneath the hem of her own bra, dropping it to the side somewhat shyly. “Better?”
Mike’s heart is pounding beneath Will’s hand. “Mine too?” She asks, guiding her by the wrist to the clasp. Will’s quick to catch on, deftly unhooking it and taking it off slow, weary of spooking her. Mike’s a lot smaller than she is up top, a fact Will knows she’s kinda insecure about, but Will is endlessly endeared by all of her.
She’s antsy, hands fidgeting where they rest on Will’s hips like she wants to cover herself. “There’s not much to see.” She jokes apologetically.
“Are you kidding?” Will scoffs, effectively shutting her up by leaning forward and kissing her, hard. “You’re beautiful. All of you. Don’t be stupid.” She whispers against her lips, the press of their bare chests together making her want to backflip.
Mike giggles, and Will can feel her smiling into the kiss. “Understood.”
Her teeth scrape against her lower lip the next time they meet, and Mike makes this tiny noise in her throat that Will wants to hear on loop for the rest of her life. She curiously brushes a thumb over one of Mike’s nipples, relishing in the stifled moan that escapes her. She doesn’t give her time to be embarrassed about it, circling her thumb until she’s a shaky mess. Will’s no better, thighs trembling from where she’s perched atop of her. The layers of jeans between them are pissing her off. She wants to be skin to skin.
It’s just good, so good, and Will feels drunk off of the sensation. Mike pulls away just to duck her head, and Will doesn’t understand until her brain catches up with Mike’s mouth. She laves her tongue over her, palming her where her lips can’t reach. Will keens when Mike sucks, arching into her. She’s greedy for more, pressing closer until they’re both panting.
She knows Mike feels it too, stomach tense beneath her. Will’s quivering, thighs squeezing together for any kind of friction.
“Can I- Can you show me?” Mike blurts out.
“Show you wh- ah-” Will cuts off with a whine as Mike switches to her other breast. Jesus Christ.
She’s visibly reluctant to pull away, eyes blinking back open like she’s dazed. She looks caught, swallowing thickly. “Show me what you like?”
Oh.
Will pauses, not understanding. And then the thought forms, and Mike sees her realize it in the same moment, perfect mouth curling into a grin. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll show you.”
Mike scrambles to sit against the headboard (or the wall, really, considering they’re in a dorm), long legs sprawled out. She lifts her hips to tug off her jeans, kicking them aside. The sight makes Will want to forget about their idea entirely. Her eyes track the soft down of hair on her lower navel, to where it disappears into her boxers. Her mouth waters. She’s drooling over Mike Wheeler in fucking banana-patterned boxers. Who’s shirtless, in Will’s bed. Who she’s about to touch herself in front of. She’s going to fuck Mike Wheeler.
Mike senses her hesitation, because she shifts onto her knees and reaches out for her. “Hey, we don’t have to. Really.” She says gently, brushing Will’s hair from her face. Her hand is warm against her hip.
It soothes the animal fear in Will’s chest, and she presses her forehead to Mike’s neck. “No, I want to. Just in my head.” She finds her way back to Mike’s lips, smiling into the kiss. “Help me with these?” She requests, letting Mike fumble with the button of her jeans.
The both of them giggle as Mike unceremoniously yanks them off where they get stuck around her ankles, chucking them at the hamper. She settles back into her spot from before, holding out a hand for Will with a small smile. She climbs into the open space between Mike’s legs, her back to Mike’s chest.
Warm arms encircle her waist, pulling her closer. They slide down over her lower stomach, thumbing at the crease where her hip and thigh meet.
“Do you want these off?” Mike murmurs, brushing against the pale blue of her underwear. She’s ridiculously wet, obviously so, but she kind of needs a minute.
“Not.. not yet.” She covers her hand with her own, letting her eyes flutter shut as she leans further into her embrace. Mike nods, kissing her cheek.
She steels herself. This is fine. This is normal best friend stuff. The want outweighs the fear, and she feels Mike tense against her as she decides screw it and slides her hand down beneath the fabric. Living out one of the fantasies she’s had since she hit puberty was not her anticipated Thursday evening. Yet here they are. Not that she’s complaining. Both of them hold their breath as Will starts to move her hand against herself.
It’s a lot, all at once. Mike’s hands are all over her, carefully out of the way but encouraging as she mouths at the spot beneath Will’s ear that makes her crazy. She’d figured she’d be a new level of self conscious, having someone watch her do this to herself, but Mike’s voice in her ear and pressed to every inch of her skin is working for her.
She realizes with startling clarity that it wasn’t because Carly was bad, or something was wrong with Will.
It was because it wasn’t Mike.
She hisses as her fingers glide in circles against her clit, rolling her hips up into it as her head lolls back to rest on Mike’s shoulder. It sends sparks through her, even more so when Mike pushes her knees apart further with her own.
“You look so good like this.” Mike whispers, the low rasp of her voice making Will’s thighs jerk. Emboldened, she yanks her ruined underwear the rest of the way off, kicking them to the floor. She wants Mike to see how good Will makes her feel. “God, Will.” She moans, like she’s the one touching herself and not just watching. “Let me.” She pleads, sliding one of her hands to Will’s inner thigh.
Will doesn’t take much convincing. She grabs Mike by the wrist, showing her right where she wants her. “There. Yes.” She gasps, electrified by the novelty of her touch. Mike’s overly gentle, like she doesn’t want to spook her, but Will presses her hand down firmer. “You can- more. Please. Please move.” She whines, tilting her hips up.
She trembles when Mike figures it out - she’s always been a fast learner. “Mike.” She keens, needy, eyelashes fluttering at the heat in her lower belly. “Mike- more, please.”
“So needy.” Mike teases, but she sounds as ruined as Will feels. She angles herself just the way Will showed her, going just shy of too slow. It’s making Will slowly lose her mind. Her thighs reflexively move to press together, but Mike’s faster, pinning her with her spare hand. And if that’s not the hottest thing Will’s ever experienced, she doesn’t know what is. “Stay. Is this how you want it?” She asks, the vibration of her voice hitting Will hard.
It is, but Will needs more, arching up into her touch just to be pushed right back into place.
“I need- you can use your fingers. Inside.” She chokes out.
“Here?” Mike smirks, cupping her with her palm and sliding her fingertips against her entrance. Will’s so soaked she can hear it, and she’d be embarrassed if she had a single thought left in her head. As it is, she can’t find it in herself to care.
“Yes. C’mon, Mimi, don’t tease.” She pleads, pulling out the big guns and using the nickname reserved only for Will’s use, the one that makes Mike melt.
It has the intended effect. Mike curses, sliding two of her fingers inside Will with ease. She whimpers at the pressure, at how perfect she fits inside of her. She grabs for Mike’s thigh, nails digging into her skin. The other girl leans over her shoulder, making a punched out noise as she leisurely drags her fingers in and out of Will, staring down at where their bodies meet. “Holy shit, Will, look at you.” She croaks, and Will shivers, her gaze following Mike’s. Mike’s hand glistens from Will, forearm flexing with the effort.
It’s a giant leap from anything she’s ever experienced before. Mike’s barely done anything, and Will’s already about to cry, or beg, or something, if she doesn’t give her more.
She curls her fingers the next time she flexes her wrist, and Will’s vision whites out. A burst of pleasure lights up her insides, and she gasps, thighs trembling.
“Do- do that again. Please do that again.” She manages to plead, grinding against the heel of Mike’s hand. She’s a surprisingly good listener. Will sobs, grabbing at her wrist to try and hang onto the feeling. She’s so, so close to getting what she needs, but this angle isn’t working.
“Will. Willow, baby, can you flip over for me?” Mike’s asking her, voice low in her ear. Will whines at the loss but obeys, surprise lighting up her features as she’s manhandled to where she wants her.
Oh. Nevermind, Lucas is off the hitlist. When did Mike get strong? Thank god, actually, for Lucas Sinclair and their gym sessions. Will is sending her a fruit basket as thanks. Right after she finishes getting plowed.
Will’s suddenly on her back, hair splayed out over the pillows and staring up at Mike on her knees above her. Those big hands grip her waist, keeping her from squirming away. Her eyes land on Mike’s stupid banana boxers, then, and immediately pisses her off.
“Why do you still have clothes on?” She frowns, like it’s personally offended her. Mike glances down at herself like she’s just realized this as well.
“Huh. I have no idea.”
“Fix that.”
“Yes ma’am.” She laughs, hooking her fingers into the waistband and tossing them aside. Their room is going to be a warzone later. Will’s breathing goes slightly labored getting the full view of her. That dark happy trail of hair leads into the prettiest black curls, the piercing in her navel glinting in the lamp light. Will wants to lick the lines of her bony hips, wants to leave bruises for her to remember her by tomorrow. Her stomach thrills when Mike’s knees shift apart a little further, and she can see that she’s soaked.
That’s from me, Will thinks giddily, smoothing a hand over Mike’s thigh. If this is a dream, Will doesn’t want to wake up. Mike goes shyer at all Will’s shameless ogling of her, softening as the shorter girl urges her closer.
“Still okay?” She checks as she leans over Will, fingertips resting on her lower belly as she waits for permission. Will parts her thighs further to accommodate her, a smile breaking out on her face.
“Very okay.” She promises, sliding a hand to the nape of her neck to pull her into a bruising kiss. Mike’s fingers fit themselves back in place as she sucks Will’s lower lip between her teeth. Will moans into her open mouth, wrapping her legs around those narrow hips to guide her closer.
It’s so much better this way, getting to see her face she does this. Her dark eyebrows are pinched together in concentration, pupils swallowing up the warm brown of her irises from arousal. “Fuck. God, you’re so-” Will huffs, just as Mike rediscovers what spot inside her makes her eyes roll back in her head. It’s perfect, all of it, and Will’s addicted to the feeling. She can feel it building up in her core the longer Mike draws it out, rutting against her hand as she fucks relentlessly into her.
“‘You’re so good, Will, so good like this. Jesus. Wish you could see how pretty you look for me.” Mike pants, absolutely starved for more. “Can you fit one more?” She asks, grinding her palm harder into Will’s clit on her next thrust.
Will cries out, nails scraping down Mike’s shoulders. That’s a problem for later. “Yes. Please, I can take it.” She trembles, bucking her hips up. Mike easily slides in a third finger, heat enveloping Will at the slight stretch of it. “Y-Yeah, yeah, Mimi, s’ good.” She babbles, clenching hard around her.
“Are you close, bunny?” Mike murmurs, and Will has no idea where that petname came from, but she is in strong support of it.
Her head bobs in a nod, not sure she could form words if she tried. It’s overwhelming, legs trembling with exertion.
“C’mon, I’ve got you. You’re doing so good, Willow, such a good girl.” Mike angles her knee behind her wrist the next time she drives her figures in, the extra force making Will see stars. She cannot imagine how loud she’s being. They’re 100% getting another noise complaint.
“Again, again, Mike-” She babbles, tears streaming down her cheeks as she meets each thrust with a roll of her hips. “I’m, I can’t-” She begs, legs locking around her to keep her right where she is as the pressure gets to be too much.
“-I know, I know, you’re okay, that’s it-” Mike promises, sealing their lips together as Will comes with a sharp cry. Her entire body shakes, pleasure devastating her as she finishes, still rocking weakly onto her fingers.
Will thinks she might briefly black out. She opens her eyes to Mike kissing all over her face, wiping the tears off her hot cheeks so, so gently. She smiles when Will’s eyes flutter open, brushing her damp bangs off her forehead.
“Hi. Feel good?” she asks, and Will shoots her an incredulous look. Mike laughs, bright.
“I think you killed me.” Will manages, voice raw. Her entire body is heavy, heart pounding like she’s run a marathon. Mike curls up beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist to draw her closer. She happily presses her face to her chest, kissing the flat of her sternum. “Wait.” She picks her head up, frowning at Mike. “You didn’t get to- I wanna return the favor.” She pouts, and Mike’s face goes a very interesting shade of pink.
She squirms, and Will can feel her thighs press together. “I’m- I’m fine, Will, really. You don’t have to.” She says weakly. Absolutely not. Is she deaf?
“Michelle. I want to.” Will emphasizes, kissing her jaw. She’s not entirely sure she has the strength to return the favor in the manner Mike did, but she has other ideas. She’s a creative person. She rolls onto her back, patting Mike’s flank. “Sit on my face.” She says easily, like she’s suggesting what they could have for dinner and not do something she’s fantasized about for years.
Mike blinks. “Sorry?”
Will just smiles. “I said you should sit on my face.”
Mike shudders, dropping her head to Will’s shoulder with a strangled sort of sound. “Oh. Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Sounds good.” She squeaks, and Will giggles, reaching for her.
“Only if you want to.” She reminds her, smoothing a hand over her dark hair.
Mike’s head whips up, eyes ablaze. “I want to.” She promises.
Will hums, tugging at her. “Get over here, then.” She murmurs.
There’s a very funny moment of them shuffling around, Mike hesitating beside Will and looking mildly terrified. Will squeezes her hands, encouraging. “You’re not going to hurt me.” She reminds her.
Mike doesn’t look convinced. “I feel like I’m going to suffocate you.” She mumbles, flushing all the way down to her chest.
Even if she did, death by Mike sitting on her face would be like, top 3 ways for her to go out. “You won’t. I’ll tap you if it’s too much.”
She steadies her as Mike climbs over her, hands firm on her pale thighs. Will thinks that she could be very content to stay here for the foreseeable future. A pale hand shoots out to steady herself against the wall, legs shaky. “Are you sure that I won’t-”
Will silences that thought by tugging Mike’s hips down, sealing her lips over where she wants her most. She moans against her, relishing in the shuddering sigh from Mike and the addictive taste of her.
“Oh.” Mike gasps, chest heaving where she holds herself up above her. Her thighs squeeze lightly on either side of Will’s head as she flattens her tongue against her. “Will-” She whines, high and needy, experimentally rolling herself down against her mouth.
She knows Mike’s being overly cautious. The thought irritates her, knowing how good she could make Mike feel if she just let go. She tilts her chin up, and reaches to pull Mike’s hips in a slow drag against her.
Mike slumps forward a bit, and Will feels her chest burst with pride. There we go. She thumbs at her side reassuringly, knowing it’s not going to take much from her with how worked up she can tell she is. The muscles of her long legs and stomach are tight, straining to hold herself together as she lets Will guide her. Her soft black curls are soaked, brushing Will’s nose as she wraps her lips around her clit.
She whimpers, head falling forward. “Again. Again, please, bunny.” She rasps, getting a bit braver as she rocks her hips against Will’s mouth. Will hums, sucking the bud into her mouth as her tongue works at taking her apart.
Mike’s loud, Will realizes, because of her. Her bed creaks as she grinds into the feeling, fingers gripping tight into Will’s hair. Will doesn’t mind, all too eager for Mike to use her however she needs. One of her hands slides up Mike’s chest to toy with her nipples, rolling it between her fingertips.
Her knee jerks, clenching around Will. She’s practically chanting her name, now, it all spilling out of her. Her back bows into her touch, struggling to hold herself together as she’s pushed to the edge. “I need to- I need- Willow-” She gasps, babbling nonsensically. Will doubles her efforts, wrapping her arms tight around her waist to keep her from moving away. Her teeth scrape against her clit, and Mike sobs, her entire body shaking as she finishes with a cry of her name.
Will carefully pulls off, mouth and chin soaked. She’s on cloud 9, grinning deliriously as she pets over Mike’s side, kissing the inside of her thigh. She moves back to mouth at her idly until Mike’s twitching, whining that it’s too much before she climbs off.
The other girl flops down beside her, looking as spent as Will feels. Will can still taste her on her tongue, heady and sweet. Mike turns her head at her staring, eyes flickering down to the mess she left on Will’s face. And then their lips meet again, slow and heavy, Mike making a show of cleaning herself off of her.
“How’d I do?” she asks once they’re pressed together again, too sleepy to bother getting redressed. Mike’s bare skin is warm, fitting against her perfectly as she wraps herself around her.
“Are you fishing for compliments?” Will grins, twirling a lock of dark hair around her finger.
“Obviously.”
“Hm. I’d give you a very high rating, then.” She yawns, tugging the blankets over them both. A kiss lands on the crown of her head, and her heart warms.
Mike smiles. “Good. I would give similarly high ratings.” She giggles, tracing the beauty marks on Will’s back with a fingertip.
Will lets her eyes flutter shut, content to fall asleep to the sound of Mike’s heartbeat. “Hey, Mike.”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.” She confesses against her skin, tangling their legs together.
Mike makes a soft sound, squeezes her tighter. They can figure the rest out later. She knows this much:
“I love you too.”