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It takes her so long to get ready that she might as well be a teenager again. She dresses carefully, layering the lingerie that she'd cricled back to buy with a black velvet dress that's fitted across her chest and flared slightly around her thighs. She puts on heels and agonises, for a long moment, about which lipstick to choose before she goes for red.

She wants to be as far away from how worn down she's felt for a long time as she can. She wants to feel like she did when she was young, and full of promise.

Hopper wanted to pick her up but, because Will hasn't headed out yet, she'd said she'd meet him at the restaurant. She arrives early, standing outside with her arms folded against the cold, a cigarette between two fingers.

She's so nervous she actually laughs at herself.
Jesus.

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The sound he makes goes right to her liquid core, and Joyce finds herself desperately wanting to hear him make it again, to make him make it again. He nudges her back against the bed and Joyce sits easily, scooting back onto the mattress so that she can lean back on her elbows and spread her legs. Her face flushes, slightly, but she doesn't look away. She doesn't want anyhting but this.

"You're biased," she says.

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“Nah,” he answers. No one would be able to look at Joyce and see anything but the beautiful woman she is.

Slowly, Hopper leans down onto the bed, one knee on the mattress between Joyce’s legs, the other on one side of her. Even right here, he can feel the heat coming off her body and when he plants his palm beside her shoulder and ducks his head, it isn’t immediately for another kiss. Instead he brushes her jaw with his mouth, then the line of her throat, kissing her soft skin and breathing her in.

Here they are, after so long.

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She doesn't have an answer for that. Hopper's lips graze against her jaw and, when he drops to her throat, she tips her head back to give him all of the room he needs. She shifts, her knees grazing against the bare skin over his ribs. She arches her back slightly, her breath catching.

She feels like she's dreamt about this exact thing.

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He’s always conscious of his size, his weight when it comes to women. Part of it is self-consciousness, but part of it is just knowing he’s a big man. And Joyce is small beneath him. Tough as hell, but still so small under the hand he slides up her side, over her ribs, along the swell of one breast, cupping it through her bra.

“I’ve waited for this,” he murmurs against her collarbone, kissing her skin. “For you.”

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His hand covers her breast, squeezing, his lips brushing against her skin and Joyce feels like she's glowing, all of a sudden. She lies back further so that she can reach up with one hands, smooth over his chest, the breadth of his shoulders. She can feel how he's holding himself back.

"You don't have to be gentle with me, Jim," she says. "I've been waiting for this for a long time too, you know."

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“Yeah, well, guess that’s why I don’t wanna crush you the first time you go to bed with me,” he answers, his voice rough with arousal. If it wasn’t plain in his voice, however, she would be able to feel it, where his hips press against hers. The hard length of his cock settles against the inside of her thigh.

“Between you and me, I’d like to do it again,” he says, then grins before kissing Joyce.

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He's a big guy, sure, but not as big as he sometimes likes to pretend - not monstrous, not gargantuan. Joyce presses up into the kiss, rolling her hips to rock against the press of his cock against her skin through his underwear.

When the kiss breaks, she nips his lip and grins.

"Could just let me go on top," she says.

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Hopper laughs, rough and happy, as he slides one hand down Joyce’s thigh, her skin smooth and warm under his palm.

“We could,” he agrees, then rolls to the side. At the same time, he gets both his hands on her waist, tugging her on top of him. This all seems impossible. He’s not this lucky, never has been.

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He rolls onto his back and Joyce shifts until she's sitting astride him. In this position, his cock is pressed right against her, right between her legs, and Joyce bites her lip, rolling her hips to grind against him experimentally. She reaches behind her to start unhooking her bra.

"See? Much better."

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"Much better," he agrees, distracted by everything about her. She's so beautiful. The light behind her like a halo, dim and warm, and then she's taking off her bra and Hopper sits up a little to help. The straps fall down her arms and Hopper helps to peel the bra away.

His head is swimming. He never really thought they'd be here.

"Shit, Joyce," he murmurs before he presses his lips to her collarbone again, one hand cupping her breast in his palm, thumb sweeping over her nipple.

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Joyce has always been (rightly, she thinks) proud of her chest, and she arches her back a little, pressing her breast into his hand, biting her lip over a moan when he thumbs at her nipple. It's kind of refreshing, to be as old as she is, happy in her skin, confident and comfortable. She presses her fingers into Hopper's hair, cradling the back of his head as he kisses her collarbone. She smoothes her free hand over the broad line of shoulder, back to his shoulderblade.

"C'mon, Hop," she says, her voice husky. "Use your words."

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“I thought I was,” he answers, laughing, the sound rough and genuine and real. For so long, he hadn’t laughed much at all, but Darrow has changed him.

He thinks it’s made him a better man. The right man for Joyce, the one he couldn’t be before.

Instead of words, he lowers his head, his lips following the swell of her breast before his mouth seals over her nipple.

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His mouth is hot and wet and perfect, and Joyce moans softly, arching her back to press closer to his mouth, fingers of one hand pressed into his hair, nails on the other just scratching lightly against the bare skin of his back. She can still feel him, hard between her legs, and she rocks her hips experimentally, teasing them both through two thin layers of fabric.

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"Shit," he says through a heavy exhale, his mouth still pressed to her skin. It feels like being a teenager all over again, finally getting to touch the girl he's been dreaming about and that's not all that far off. Hopper has been thinking about Joyce for years now. Somehow, he's fallen in love with her while she wasn't even here, and now he's actually getting to be with her.

How the hell has he gotten this lucky?

"Okay, come on," he says, laughing. "Get the rest of this off."

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"God, you're impatient," says Joyce, but she doesn't want the extra clothes on any more than he does. There's going to be no graceful way to take off her panties and her garter belt while she's still sitting across him, so she rolls her hips one more time and then she shifts, slipping off the bed so that she can peel those things off, one thing at a time until she's standing there, naked as the day she was born. She blushes, softly.

"Everything you were hoping for?" she asks, leaning in to hook her fingers over the elastic of his boxers.

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“Been waiting for this since I was seventeen,” he answers, but he’s laughing again. Christ, he doesn’t think he’s laughed this much in his entire life.

But it was always that way with Joyce.

She undresses the rest of the way and he feels struck dumb again, staring at her. At all her soft skin, the fall of her hair against her shoulder.

“Come here,” he answers.

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They'd both been with other people in the interim, but Joyce thinks that, in a way, so has she. The way he looks at her, naked as she is, feels like it unlocks something in her, makes her face hot. She bites her lip over a smile, gives his underwear a pointed look.

"Take those off first."

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Hopper doesn’t need to be told twice. He hooks his fingers in the waist of his boxers, then lifts his hips at the same time as he tugs them down. Maybe his body isn’t what it used to be, but Joyce’s look, her dark eyes, all that tells him it doesn’t matter the way he might think it does.

She wants him, too.

He’s hard and his cock hits his belly softly once he has his underwear off, but he’s still staring at her. “Come on,” he says again and holds a hand out toward her.

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And then, just like that, they're naked in front of each other for the first time, and Joyce feels like a teenager again. She's sort of relieved that he's hard, that he looks at her and sees something worth wanting. He holds his hand out to her and she takes it, threading their fingers together.

"Please tell me that you've got a condom on you," she says, getting back onto the bed on her knees, her fingers still twisted with his. "We are both too old for newborns."

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Hopper feels something rise up in him he hasn’t known for years, a giddy sort of anticipation he thought was gone. Left behind in the backseat of a car on a dark road.

It shouldn’t surprise him much that Joyce is the one bringing it back.

“I’ve got a condom,” he says, laughing, then he sits up. His free hand slides along her jaw, into her hair, and he pulls them together again, his lips parted in a deep kiss.

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He kisses her deeply, like he really means it, and Joyce leans in, her face cradled by his hand. She's too old to feel self-conscious about being naked, and she finds, honestly, that she just wants to enjoy every single moment. She slips one hand between them, curling her fingers around his cock and stroking, experimentally. She wants to see what it does to him.

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"Oh god," he breathes against Joyce's mouth when she touches him. He pulls her closer and his hand glides over her side, touching whatever skin is offered to him, before his palm slides over her breast again.

She's so beautiful. Her skin is soft and warm and Hopper kisses her throat, her collarbone, the top of one perfect breast. His tongue circles her nipple before he takes it between his teeth, biting softly, a shiver of heat running through him.

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She likes that reaction, wants to hear it again. She rolls her wrist, stroking him again, smudging her thumb over the slick head of his cock. When his mouth slides over her nipple, the rhythm of her hand stutters because it's hard to concentrate on that while he's doing whatever he's doing with his teeth. Whatever it is, it sends a shock right down between her spread thighs. She pushes her free hand into his hair, tugging lightly.

"Harder," she prompts. "C'mon, Jim."

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That's the thing about getting older, he's realized. Everyone knows what they like, everyone understands themselves a little better, and everyone is willing to ask for what they want. It makes him harder, if that's even possible, to hear Joyce say harder.

It's difficult to focus when she's touching him, but Hopper gets his arm around her back, her slight frame, and he lifts her, turns her, lays her back on the bed. His teeth close down harder on her nipple, but his mouth slides away a second later as he kisses the skin beneath her breast, then along the edge of her ribs.

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Joyce isn't a big woman, even though she's probably the heaviest that she's ever been in her life -- but she thrills at the way he manhandles her a little, even if he's incredibly gentle about it. He bites her, and Joyce moans, her back arching. Things move differently than they did when she was younger and she covers both tits with her hands, squeezing gently as he works his way lower.