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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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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.

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That’s such a great sound. Hopper wants nothing more than to just keep doing whatever he can to cause Joyce to sound like that. His teeth graze against her skin and then he bites down on her hip.

She’s so soft beneath his mouth, his hands, and his eyes flutter closed as he breathes against her skin.

“Christ, Joyce,” he murmurs as he slips lower, then presses her thighs apart with his palms.

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The bite is good -- better than good, even -- and she loves that she doesn't have to ask him twice. She stays propped up on her elbows so that she can watch him as he works his way lower, his mouth against her skin. When he says her name like that, a shiver goes through the whole of her. His hands so big, rough and warm as he presses her thighs apart. She spreads her legs easily, knowing that there's nothing she'd ever want to hide from him.

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He could live and die here, he thinks. Hopper has had great sex before, a lot of it even here in Darrow. Sometimes he thinks he might have loved Lucy, though not the way she deserved, and yet none of it compares to this. To her.

He shouldn’t compare, he’s just been in love with her for such a long time.

As Hopper settles on the bed, he keeps one hand on Joyce’s thigh, the other teasing her gently, touching her, feeling how warm she already is just beneath the cup of his palm.

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She finds, in this moment, that she's more than content to let him touch her however he wants to, however feels good for both of them. One of his hands stays on her thigh, keeping her legs open, the fingers of the other curled against her, and Joyce rolls her hips slowly, pressing her cunt into his hand.

"Do you want me to ask nicely?" she teases, her head tipped ot one side, hair slipping across her eyes.

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"I'm not in a rush," he answers with a grin, his mouth pressed to the inside of her thigh. "Do you know how long I've waited for you?"

He's not saying he's been celibate. He had even dated, had an actual girlfriend, but all the time, his heart had been somewhere else. In Hawkins. With Joyce.

"And I'm not sixteen anymore," he adds before he kisses her thigh, one finger gently teasing at her cunt before he slips it slowly inside of her. His thumb grazes her clit at the same time, then he bites gently at her leg. "I can last."

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"I'm starting to get the idea," she says, a soft shy sliping out of her as he presses his finger into her, as he rubs his thumb over her clit. Suddenly, she can't help but forget what Murray had said, about wanting to know what Jim was like in the sack.

"Neither of us are sixteen anymore, Jim," she says, her breath catching when he bites her, just gently, with the edges of his teeth. "And I'm definitely putting how long you can last to the test. Don't worry."

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He chuckles, rough and low, before he presses a little harder against her clit, using more pressure and then following it with a slow lick, the flat of his tongue pressed to her. She tastes fucking perfect.

Hopper groans, his eyes slipping closed, wondering how the hell this has all worked out so well after so damn long.

He'll last. For her. Licking again, he tugs her clit between his lip and glances up, looking for her gaze. Yeah, for her, he thinks he could stay here forever.

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He goes to work with lips and tongue and Joyce's head tips back for a moment, a loud, rough moan spilling out of her. Of course he's good at this Of course. The good ones almost always are. She rolls her hips under the press of his mouth, lifting her head so that she can meet his eye.

"Just like that," she says, softly, encouraging. "Don't stop"

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Hopper's not sure he's ever seen anything as beautiful as this, as her, her hips rolling, the arch of her back. He's just make a joke about how long he can last, but if she keeps that up, he doesn't know how true that'll end up being.

Shifting on the bed, he presses another finger inside of her, her cunt warm and wet, and he groans against her clit as he focuses on Joyce. Just her.

He has to put his best foot forward, after all.

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He fingers are big, and Joyce feels the stretch as he pushes another into her. She groans softly, the sound warm and gutteral and she shifts, palming both tits, pushing them together, her thumbs rubbing over her nipples, teasing them harder. She loves that she doesn't feel self-conscious here, that she can just let go and lost in how good it all feels.

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He loves that she's touching herself like that, that he gets to see, and he curls his fingers inside of her. Before anything else, he wants to make her come, he wants to hear the sounds she'll make, he wants to do everything for her.

It had been like this in the early days of his relationship with Diane, but somehow still not the same. Hopper can't imagine this ever fading. Not with Joyce.

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It doesn't take long -- not with the way that Jim's touching her, not with his fingers inside her, his mouth on her. She makes a sound, almost a whimper, her thighs tightening and her head falling back as she starts to come.

"Oh, fuck, Jim," she groans. "Don't..I...Right there. Please."

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Over the years, he's thought about this. Probably more than he should have, honestly, since they were always friends first, but he'd thought about it anyway. A part of his heart has always belonged to Joyce and he's never been able to entirely stop thinking about her.

It's better than he imagined. He can feel the way Joyce's body tightens around his fingers, her thighs flexing, and the sound she makes, his name, that's almost enough to make him come right there against the sheets. Instead, he focuses on her, on making this last, making it good, dragging her through her orgasm and maybe toward another, if he can manage it.

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It goes on and on and, when it subsides, when Jim's mouth is still working against her, she pushes her fingers into his hair, tugging lightly. "Come up here, Hop," she says, her voice gentle, almost dreamy. "Right now, please."

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The tug of his hair is almost as good as the rest and Hopper hums again, softly, lips pressed to her thigh, before he finally moves. He slides up the length of her body, marvelling again at the fact that they’re here. After so long, they’re here.

“Hi,” he says when they’re face to face again, then he kisses the point of her chin, the corner of her mouth.

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"Hi," says Joyce, tasting herself on his mouth and groaning softly. Her fingers flutter along his bearded jaw, pushing back into his hair. "I need you to fuck me now, Jim," she says, her eyes dark and wide and fixed on his face. "Think you can do that for me?"

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He grins then, an expression rarely seen on his face, one that makes years fade from his eyes, and he slides a hand up the side of Joyce's body. His palm cups one breast, fingers twisting at her nipple and he says, "Yeah, I think I can do that."

While there are plenty of things Hopper has fucked up in his life, he's at least never had complaints in bed.

Shifting, he slips one hand under Joyce's thigh, tugging her leg up before he takes hold of himself. With the head of his cock, he teases her a bit, rubbing himself against her clit, the wet skin of her cunt, before pressing inside just the slightest bit.

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When he grins like that, when he really smiles, he reminds her of the kid she grew up knowing. The people they were before the world got to both of them. He palms her breast, pinches at her nipple, and Joyce arches her back, pressing into his hand. When he rubs the head of his cock against her, Joyce bites her lip over a moan, squirming, her nails digging into his shoulder. When he starts to ease into her, she groans.

"Like you mean it, Jim."