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Nov. 3rd, 2022 08:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keeptheselightsIt 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.
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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Date: 2023-05-21 02:12 pm (UTC)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."