There's abyssal space between them. Like the blackness, and the wet. Where El saw people turn to vaporizing, colorless ash.
El doesn't know how to step closer, to explore Max's perspective on life and sync her frequency.
She's alive. So, so alive.
Max's fingers dance along her keys shining silver and bronze and gold on their way back to Hopper's cabin. El keeps her eyes to Max's pale, freckled fingers spinning, winding her keys midair, and El's heart attempts to gain that momentum. To fly from her chest.
She wants to dance alongside Max, flashing and shining. Noticed.
Like how Max's eyes roam over El's face. They're lying stomach-first to the wooden floorboards, breathing in, out, together now — El feeling a pair of soft, chapped lips on hers.
There's no Mike. There's no anyone but Max, and her hair smelling like coconut and sunscreen, and her lashes to El's cheek.
A giggly, shy noise escapes El. Max giggles too.
"THREE INCHES!" Hopper bellows, slamming open El's bedroom door. "I SAID IT A MILLION TIMES—oh," he hesitates, taking in the sight of both girls on the floor. El's flushed-pink mouth separating quickly from Max's own. Nobody moves. El doesn't know what will happen if she tries to.
The previous rage and tension drains from Hopper's features.
"You're not Mike."
"Nope," Max announces, propping up her comic book. Unbothered by getting caught tongue-kissing Hopper's daughter.
Hopper nods unconvincingly, his eyebrows raising up his forehead.
"Oh," he repeats blankly and to no one in particular, gripping on the doorknob once more. Shutting El's door. In another five seconds, Hopper marches back in, dumbfounded.
"… … I thought you were dating Mike."
"I'm not dating anyone," El tells him quietly, trying to contain her amusement while watching as Hopper tries to process this.
"Good… that's good," he finally answers, dazed, shutting El's bedroom door.
Silence follows. El realizes there's space, and walls around her, and she gets closer without thinking, rolling on her back and forgetting everything else. Nothing else matters. Max tosses back her orangish curls, holding the side of El's face possessively and whispering something over her, their mouths fumbling to touch. To kiss.
Touching Max feels... alive.
So, so alive.
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ElMax/Henclair OneShots (Elmax Manly)
Fanfictiona lot of Elmax because thare is not a lot of henclair and mabey some byler and milevan i like them to but after season 3.
