Warm, heavy bouts of steam roll along the ceiling of the bathroom. The wood-rimmed mirror fogs up as the temperature and humidity of the room rise rapidly and coat everything with a subtle sheen. Moisture is sure to drip down the wood panels that line the walls of Hopper’s cabin by the end of her shower.
El basks in the hot water that runs over her skin, the heat of it becoming something of a comfort for her when she first experienced it. Baths were always short and cold in the lab. They were used simply as a means of cleaning a child as effectively and quickly as possible. Never had El thought that bathing could be enjoyable.
The first time El remembers showering in warm water was in Mike’s basement. Not the first night, no, but the third. Mike had brought her to the small bathroom with clean clothes and towels in hand, showed her how to work the shower, and left her to bathe herself.
It was confusing and scary for her, at first. The heat from the shower had made her light-headed and woozy until she finally turned it down. Mike’s rich, lavender-scented shampoo lathered easily in her short hair, similar to how it did now.
Though Eleven’s hair is much longer now, her brown waves almost reaching the middle of her back, she goes through the recursive movements all the same.
She gingerly pumps the herbal shampoo into her hands, then begins carding her fingers through the roots of her hair. The pads of her fingertips move delicately and purposefully, massaging circles onto her scalp and distributing the shampoo.
Suds run down the rest of her hair, and El’s hands follow lazily, working the shampoo into her locks and rinsing them in the stream of warm water.
El finds herself reaching for the transparent, tawny Neutrogena face wash bar when a gentle rapping at the door breaks her action.
“Hop?” she questions, her voice louder than normal and teetering on the edge of fear. She knew Hopper had left early this morning for work, and the possibility of him coming home early wasn't completely out of the picture, but instinctual panic still settles in the pit of her stomach.
A small voice cuts through the lingering silence, “It's me, Max,” she says. There's a quiet thump against the door as if Max had begun resting her body against it, and then she speaks again, “can I come in?”
Any fear or panic previously comprising El diminishes at the sound of her girlfriend. Her body relaxes and she can feel herself melting into the water once again. “Yes,” she calls out, “Is everything okay?”
The door handle jiggles lightly and then clicks. El feels the cold rush of air as the door is pushed open, creaking a little as it swings.
“Everything is great,” Max says, her voice giddy and bubbling with laughter–or excitement, El can't tell. She hears the door shut quietly as she smiles to herself, moving to the shower curtain and poking her head out to look at Max.
Max stands in the middle of the bathroom with one hand tangled in her hair and the other cautiously hanging. She's dressed in a pair of black, straight-legged jeans that hug the curves of her thighs and a washed-out blue top with a low square neckline and sleeves that hit just above her wrists. On her feet are the faded blue converse that El got her for Christmas last year, worn and decorated with ink doodles.
El blushes at the sight of Max in the low light. Her smile is wide and genuine, and her freckles stand out against her muted skin. “Hi,” El says gently, resting her head on the cool, pale acrylic making up the wall of the shower, “You look pretty.”
“Thank you,” Max beams. Her cheeks and the tip of her nose are red, and as El takes in Max’s presence, she realizes her knuckles are too.
“Did you…” El starts, dumbfounded, “walk here?” she asks, her voice laced with confusion and bemusement. She tilts her head a little and squints her eyes in mock judgment, but the pair both know El appreciates the surprise visit.
Max’s eyes crinkle up as she laughs, “Yes, El, I did,” she says, making her way to El, “and for good reason too! Guess what?” Max says, still smiling.
“I don’t know,” El draws out her words playfully, a smile tugging at her lips. She softens as Max gets nearer, pressing her side into the cold shower wall, and tugging the aged sage shower curtain over herself to cover her body. Warm water streams down the side of her not pressed up to the wall.
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El watches as Max carefully unbuttons her pants and then slips out of them. Her underwear creates a notable contrast against her pale skin–they're a deep red color and the lace sits comfortably on her hips, digging in just slightly. She crosses her arms and pulls off her shirt next, leaving her clad in only her underwear and bra.
Max has to be the most beautiful person El has ever seen. Freckles are spattered in constellations across her thighs and stomach and chest. Her face is blotchy with pink patches of arousal and the cold, and her hair is messed up slightly from the wind. Her pink lips tug at a shy smile.
“Stop staring, creep,” Max whispers playfully. Blocks of light reflect in her eyes as she looks up at El through her eyelashes. She wriggles slightly under El’s fond gaze.
“Come here already,” El whispers back, a furious blush spreading over her cheeks and nose. She’s careless of the thin curtain covering her now and lets it fall so the side of her leg and shoulder peak out.
Thin, nimble fingers unclasp Max’s bra. She pulls it off of her shoulders tantalizingly slowly and lets it fall to the ground with a gentle click. Her breasts are full and fair, and the soft pink buds raise when they hit the cool air. Like the rest of her body, freckles cover her chest—two darker, larger freckles sit in tandem just under one of her nipples.
El breathes in slowly, taking in Max’s form. Her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip as she eyes Max.
Max hooks her fingers under the waistband of her panties, shimmying them down in the same slow manner that makes El squirm. They drop to her knees, then, with a little help, the floor. The fuzzy hair that covers her is a muted orangey-brown color.
El dips out of Max’s sight as she slips back behind the curtain to make room. Max gets into the shower slowly, stepping one foot over the edge, then the other. She smiles at El and quickly rushes around her to get under the flowing warm water.
Once she’s warmed up, she faces El. “Hi,” Max says shyly, taking Eleven’s hand in her own and bringing it up to her face. Their eyes rediscover each other, falling and rising as they take in each other’s bodies under the yellow light.
El looks exceptionally similar to Max, her body similarly squishy and patterned with freckles, though hers are much lighter than Max’s, and much more occasional. Her legs are longer, just a little thinner, and her chest pushes out less than Max’s. El’s breasts are not as full as Max’s, but they sit nicely on her chest, and her nipples are slightly darker.
“I missed you,” Max says into the quiet room, the only noises being the shower of water and the barely-there wind whipping beyond the walls. She lightly traces circles upon El’s hip with her right hand, and with her left, she pulls Eleven into an embrace.
El’s arms come up above Max’s shoulders, one wrapped tightly around the back of her neck and the other patting down her wet hair. Max’s right arm moves up to hug El’s waist, her fingertips leaving fleeting indents where they press into her side.
“I am so proud of you, Max,” El hums into Max’s neck, pulling their bodies firmly together. Max’s chest rests just slightly above El’s, and she can feel her heartbeat as it crashes against her chest.
They sway together under the warm water, and all El can think about is how lucky she is to call Max her girlfriend. Her best friend, her lover, her person.
El slowly pulls her face away from Max’s neck, coming to face her. Droplets of water glide down her face and drip from her eyelashes. A warm blush covers her cheeks and ears. El lifts a finger up to Max’s face to gently guide a stray drop from getting in her eye.
Max’s hand on the back of El’s neck brings them together, their faces so close that El can feel Max’s breath. She pulls Max into a chaste kiss, their lips only meeting for a few seconds, before drawing back. She searches Max’s hooded eyes before tugging her back in.
Max kisses her slowly and sweetly, and her hands comb through her hair. El’s thumb presses into Max’s cheek while her other fingers rest below her jaw.
“And I missed you too,” El whispers, their mouths coming together again as they kiss.
Their lips find each other with a hungry urgency, and their bodies press up against each other in a rushed motion, Max squeezing El’s ass and grinding her body against El’s. El’s nipples slide against Max’s, the stimulation from the hard buds eliciting a pretty noise from Max.
Max gasps with pleasure, her body bucking against El. A soft moan slips from El’s mouth and she presses her lips back against Max’s, her hands wrapping around Max’s waist to pull her body into hers.
El shifts to the side slightly, sliding her left hand down Max’s back, then her butt, and to her thigh, lifting Max’s leg bent at the knee and wrapping it around her hip. El’s thigh rests gently between Max’s legs for a few moments, with El occasionally pressing upward into Max’s warmth as they sway and kiss under the water.
As the tension in Max’s stomach builds, she arches her back and grinds weakly on El, desperate for contact. Her clit throbs and her breathing picks up as she becomes more aroused and needier.
El trembles as Max presses firmly into her thigh, and her own hips start to move in rhythm with Max’s. She feels the slick on her thigh from Max, and there’s less of a pull between their bodies, the faintly uncomfortable stick between them becoming a satisfyingly smooth motion.
Comfortably now, El thrusts her thigh onto Max, moving back and forth, pushing up and following Max’s body down as she sinks. With each movement, Max moans into El’s mouth, squirming under her and grabbing at her back.
El pulls back briefly, the loss of contact drawing a whimper out of the other girl, then grinds hard onto Max, pushing her back against the shower wall, cool and grounding. Max’s eyes squeeze shut, reveling in the pressure El brings her, and her mouth opens to no sound.
“Max,” El whispers urgently. She thrusts forward again, rocking herself into Max’s center, feeling her thigh rub against Max’s clit, her body moving in sync with her girlfriend. Her hands slide up Max’s side, fingers pressing into Max’s skin, pulling the two together.
El is more than familiar with these moments; she’s had Max pressed up against her, moving furiously, like this more times than she can remember. But none of those times were like this, as personal as this, in the darkness of her single, small bathroom, the only light being a yellow glowing bulb showing softly above them.
The two can feel each other’s bodies rubbing against each other, and each movement is almost too much to bear. The second El’s thigh hits Max’s clit, Max nearly crumbles to the ground, desperate for relief.
El presses her firmly against the wall once more to stabilize her, hands digging into her sides, and brings her thigh back between Max’s legs. Max pushes herself down harshly onto El, and El watches lewdly as Max’s face screws up and moans fall from her mouth.
Max’s upper back digs into the wall as her hips push forward and slide up El’s leg with a raw slick sound. A hand comes to spread her lips, her middle and forefinger on either side of her clit, and she looks down at the pink, swollen bud as she grinds her hips forward helplessly.
At once, Max’s breath becomes heavier than before, nearly panting, and she falls forward gently, resting her forehead on El’s shoulder, her body coming to a still. Her eyes are shut, her body convulsing, and El’s hands on her skin still feel feverish against her.
Max rocks slowly against El now, arms wrapped tightly around El’s neck, breath hot against her skin. She can feel the gentle push of El’s chest on her own and fingernails scraping softly along her back.
Max’s pussy pulses gently, contracting frantically as her orgasm fades in and out. She grinds down once more against El, her hips pushing back and forth, one hand on El’s hip, the other twisting at her nipple. El holds her steady as Max uses the last of her strength to rub herself roughly on El’s thigh.
Max comes with a loud cry, her body shaking violently, and a wash of pink spreads over her skin as waves of bliss course through her. El watches in a daze as Max’s orgasm continues, her face pinched tightly as her back arches and she groans against El’s shoulder, writhing against her and her thigh.
El shivers as she collapses against Max, dropping her leg gently and pulling her close, their bodies pressed together against the shower wall. They stay like that in silence for a while, neither wanting to move, not needing to. El tangles a hand in Max’s hair, scratching at her head and whispering sweet things under her breath.
Max reaches up at El’s jaw and pulls her down for a kiss, eyes still shut, body placid. Max pulls away, breathing out slowly, the emotion draining from her body as she lies back against the wall. She pants gently, eyes running over El’s face, the drops of water pooling on the ends of her eyelashes and at the tip of her nose, her wet hair splayed messily upon her forehead and cheeks.
“El,” Max whispers, lifting El’s chin a little with the side of her index finger, bringing Eleven’s eyes to her own. “I want you to eat me out,” she says, the corners of her mouth twisting up and a visible warmth rolling over her face.
Max watches as El’s eyes widen a bit, her pupils becoming larger, and a sinister smile takes the place of her previous soft smile.
Max grins wider and flashes crazy eyes at El, and the sight of Max’s eyes, pale and full of lust, is enough to set El’s entire body on fire again.
Her mouth dips to Max’s neck, kissing and sucking at milky skin. El pulls some of the thin skin between her teeth and bites down gently, drawing a string of curses from Max. She sucks hard enough to leave blooming bruises all over Max’s throat, then her collarbones.
El drags her tongue down Max’s body leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses as she goes. On her knees, she circles Max’s belly button, pressing her tongue flat against her stomach and letting the saliva in her mouth drip down her face and onto Max.
She helps guide Max’s leg up to the edge of the shower, opening her up. El looks up at Max through dark eyelashes, then presses wet kisses to the bottom of her belly.
Warmth pools in El’s stomach, overwhelmed with desire and lust. She works her mouth down, kissing and licking Max, and eliciting high-pitched moans. She digs the pads of her thumbs into Max’s hips, steadying her against the wall.
Her tongue parts Max’s lips, her nose burrowed in the soft hair. El presses her tongue into Max’s entrance, tasting the slightly bitter come of her previous orgasm. She circles Max’s clit lightly with the tip of her tongue, then closes her lips around the bundle of nerves.
Max shakes, the initial searing feeling so intense that it makes her arch and squirm uncontrollably. Her nails dig into El’s shoulder as she thrusts into El’s mouth blindly, pounding her hips upward and cupping her head with one hand and pulling her closer.
El presses Max harder against the wall, angling her hips upward, her tongue licking and circling Max’s clit. El raises her head, eyes glazed with arousal, tongue still trained on Max.
The warm light from above casts harsh shadows on Max’s form, making the softer parts of her appear sharper. Her hip bones jut out, and her ribs and her jaw are much more defined. Her eyes are skewed shut and her mouth falls open.
Max’s head drops back against the wall and her chest rises and falls rapidly, her eyebrows pinched together. El mouths at Max’s clit, watching shamelessly as her face reacts to the pleasure.
El drags her tongue in a firm, upward motion once, then pulls away, pulling a whimper out of Max as her hips grind forward, searching for the warmth that is El’s mouth.
With the whimper comes a cry, and Max feels completely out of control over her body, thrusting with such a hunger she hasn’t quite experienced before. She feels her pussy pulsate, clamping down on nothing as she rocks her hips into the air.
El looks up, locking eyes with Max, smiling, and taking her right hand off of Max’s hip. She presses her middle and ring finger into her mouth, collecting the saliva that has been pooling, and pulls them out, a string of spit connecting the fingers as she spreads them.
Her other hand slides down to rest over Max’s pussy, gently pulling up on the skin to push her hips up and expose her clit. El places her spit-covered finger on either side of Max’s clit, dragging them down the inside of Max’s folds and back up, the motion becoming repetitive.
The tips of her fingers circle Max’s center, then press in gently, and El feels the spongy inside of Max’s vagina, the walls pulsing with each motion. Max lets out a moan and El slides her fingers in a little further, curling them the further she goes.
Max grips El’s shoulders tightly as she rocks into El, arching her back and moaning as her body surges. El presses her thumb to Max’s clit, circling gently to reintroduce the feeling while her fingers fuck into Max, curling and straightening with each thrust and coinciding groan.
Her hips buck into El as her orgasm rushes through her body, the first waves of ecstasy almost drowning her in their power. Her body shakes with the power of the aftershocks, the bone-deep fulfillment barely being able to hold her upright.
El holds her securely though, pulling her fingers out of Max and using her forearm pressed against her stomach to support her against the wall. Her left thumb briefly takes the place of her right, rubbing over Max’s clit, up, down, but her mouth replaces it.
El presses her tongue flat against Max’s clit, then, pulling off lightly, dives back in with harsh up-and-down flicks. She tilts her head to get a slightly different angle, flicking her tongue firmly over Max’s center.
Max squirms, her body thrashing, hips rapidly grinding forward. She’s wildly over-stimulated but can’t get enough of this pleasure, she whimpers loudly, entirely unable to get out any coherent string of words.
El withdraws her tongue and sucks at Max’s clit, pulling it into her mouth and prodding at it with her tongue there. Max shudders, and El sucks harder, tongue moving, down, up, down.
Max’s legs are shaking, and her mouth is half open, panting through the quivering of her second orgasm in less than a minute. She only barely manages to whisper El’s name as the burst of pleasure and relief washes over her.
El licks gently, helping Max ride out her high, then releases Max’s clit from her mouth with a pop, and Max falls almost limp against the shower wall, only stopped by El’s arm against her stomach.
Max sinks to the shower floor, their faces just inches apart. El’s hand comes up and pulls her long, muted orange hair back over her shoulder, the other still wrapped around Max’s hips. She presses a kiss to Max’s lips, breathing heavily.
The water continues to run over their tangled bodies, but neither of them moves. El drops her head to Max’s chest and strokes it gently, their noses brushing against each other.
She maneuvers herself behind Max, then helps her pull her knees to her chest. From behind, her face nuzzles into Max’s neck, breathing hot air against her wet skin.
Her fingertips press into Max’s sides, her arms wrapped around her chest. They rock back and forth together as Max comes down from her orgasm, still sensitive and gentle.
El whispers into Max’s neck, “You did so well, baby,” she coos, “so, so good.” She presses light kisses against Max’s neck and pulls her closer.
They sit together for a while, just enjoying each other's presence, before El shifts to get the shampoo. She pumps some into her hands, lathering the soap between her fingers and massaging it gingerly into Max’s scalp.
El’s hands are gentle, delicately carding through Max’s long hair. The pads of her fingers draw circles on the top of her head and her nails scratch softly where they make contact. El lets her fingers rest against Max’s scalp, fingers tangled in her soft hair.
Max buries her face in her knees, shielding her eyes from the little water that reaches her on the floor of the shower. The drizzle makes a tiny pitter-patter sound as it hits her wet hair.
“C’mon,” El says, sliding her hands under Max’s armpits, “I need to wash your hair.” Max obliges reluctantly, pressing upwards with the palms of her hands on her knees to help El lift her. El guides her body, her flat hands pressed firmly on either side of her ribcage to stabilize the both of them.
El spins them so that Max is facing away from the water and standing directly beneath it, El herself, just before the end of the spigot spraying the water. Her hands run through Max’s hair again, water accompanying this time, aiding in the process of rinsing her hair.
Max’s right hand pressed against the wall holds her upright as her head bobs, her eyes tightly closed. El’s fingers are gentle yet firm as they knead Max’s scalp, massaging away the soap and conditioner, letting the water trickle down her exposed neck and back.
Max’s mind is caught up in El’s fingers tugging at her hair, her fingertips working their way into the waves of her hair, massaging and teasing it, brushing it away from her forehead, running along her cheekbones. El’s hands are so warm against her and Max is burning at the power they have over her.
“Are you okay?” El asks, her voice soft and laced with compassion. She rubs her hands over Max’s upper arms sweetly, and presses her chest to Max’s back with a step forward, head coming to rest on Max’s shoulder.
Max realizes she’s gone still and relaxes, tension releases in her fingers, then her back, and her chest. “Better than okay,” she whispers back with a smile, dropping her head to almost rest on her chest, “just thinking about you.”
El hums and Max feels El’s hard nipples on her back and the gentle rocking of El grinding onto her fingers. “Let me help you, baby,” Max says quietly, turning to face Eleven.
She presses her lips to El’s, her tongue darting in and out briefly as she pulls away. “Sit with your back to the wall for me, El,” Max says, spinning their bodies around to place El where she should be.
El smiles and sinks to the floor with her back against the wall, her legs spread and knees bent as far as she can in the limited space of the tub. Max follows, dropping to her knees in front of her. She picks up El’s left leg and lifts it up to the ledge of the shower, draping it over where her leg bends at the knee.
Positioned between El’s legs, Max pulls her out slightly by the hips, laying her flat against the floor of the shower and allowing her hips to face the ceiling. She lifts her right leg over El’s left, placing her knee an inch or two away from El’s side, her calf almost perpendicular beneath El’s raised leg.
Max lowers her body onto El slowly, one hand on the side of the tub and the other on El’s shoulder to support her weight. Max hisses as she makes contact with El, clit still sensitive and puffy. Her back arches involuntarily, digging her clit into El’s fleshy vulva as her butt sticks out, her stomach elongating and flattening with the movement.
El wraps her arms around Max’s sides and presses her breasts into Max’s chest, sending shivers through her body as Max massages El’s clit with her own. She lets out a small groan, flicking her hips up to meet Max’s in rhythm as Max grinds down hard, relentless, her stamina unwavering.
El lets go of Max, needy for more contact, and rests her hand on the fatty-upper part of her vagina, pulling upwards to reveal her clit. Max follows suit, sliding her hand down revealing her clit in a similar manner.
Together, they rub their wet, pulsating pussies against each other, hungry for each other's touch. El’s hands slide around to grip Max’s ass, pulling her closer and grinding harder. Max lets her head fall back and opens her mouth and El’s tongue, warm and firm, swipes gently across her chest.
“Oh, God,” Max moans, almost screaming. Her light eyebrows are pinched together, eyes squeezed shut and body rocking in rhythm with El. Max’s movements speed up as she flicks her hips back and forth against El’s pelvis, drawing gasps and moans from El, who squirms under her, hands pulling at Max’s breasts.
Max sits up gently, hovering over El and pulling their bodies apart, and receiving a small whimper from El. She places a reassuring hand under El’s jaw, rolling her bottom lip between her thumb and her chin as she lets saliva fall from her mouth onto El’s pussy.
She lowers herself slowly and gently, her hand falling from El’s jaw to her boob in one smooth motion. They barely touch, Max just slightly down far enough that her clit makes contact with El’s.
Her body pushes forward then backward, the movements slow and concise and purposeful. El is painfully aware of the ghost touch Max is leaving and tries to push her hips up, but Max pushes her hips down.
“Max,” she calls out, her stomach caving and flexing as her chest becomes taught and her breath picks up. El’s back arches further as her body strains to push herself against Max’s. Max stills her motions once more, keeping El pressed firmly to the tub while she drags her clit lightly over El’s.
Max exhales loudly as her body shakes, and the sounds of Max’s moaning send shivers through El. El gently squeezes her legs against Max’s as much as she can, and Max’s fingers move to tighten around El’s breast.
Max lifts herself and El follows, raising herself with Max to maintain contact, but Max pushes her back down and drops herself onto El. Max’s breasts bounce as she settles down, the buds hard and littered with lovebites.
She moves slowly, her fingers digging into El’s chest and reaching up to cup El’s neck. She lets her weight drop back and forth, grinding her hips against El’s.
In the dimly lit room, the whimpers and cries of both women ring out, seeming to echo against the shower walls.
Max’s voice rises as she buckles and shudders against El, the sound of wet, skin-on-skin contact echoing throughout the room. El tilts her head back, her breath catching in her throat as she reaches her climax and squeezes Max tightly, their clits making delicious contact, rubbing and sliding against each other.
Both of their bodies shake as they ride out the waves of ecstasy. The sound of flesh against flesh continues unabated as the shower of steaming water slowly drips onto them.
El’s hand slides from Max’s face and trails down her arm and spine, tracing the water’s path until they find their way back up Max’s neck.
“Oh my God, El,” Max breathes out, her head coming to rest on El’s chest. El wraps her arms around Max, pulling her close and whispering into her hair. Their bodies shift slightly, and Max moves to lie on El, untangling their legs.
Sheer white come drips from both of their pussies, contracting as they come down from their orgasms.
They lie in each other’s arms under the warm stream of water, whispering and laughing until El decides they need to get out before they become wrinkly forever.