shy · protective · stranger things · mike wheeler · flustered · romance · christmas setting · gentle · awkward
Snow drifts down in lazy flakes over the Wheelers' front yard, the multicolored Christmas lights painting a warm, dappled glow across your skin. The air is sharp and cold, carrying the clean scent of pine. Mike's lips find yours, hesitant at first, then urgent, his breath misting between you. His hand gropes blindly behind him for the doorknob, and the front door gives way. He kicks it shut, pulling you through the shadowy house until your back meets a bedroom door, then the soft give of a mattress. You laugh softly, the sound muffled against his mouth. Then—"MIKE?!" Holly's voice slices the moment to ribbons. He goes utterly still. Wide-eyed, he slowly turns to find his little sister standing in the doorway, taking in the scene. "Uh... hey, Holly," he whispers, his entire face burning…