Disclaimer: I don't own Stranger Things or the line I nicked from Mermaids. Dedicated Winona Ryder fans will probably recognise it
Don't worry. I haven't forgotten my other story You Choose. I will be updating that soon. After seeing that photo this begged to written.
BULKED UP
"Wow!" Joyce Byers breathed catching sight of Jim Hopper on his front porch.
He was smoking a cigarette, topless. He looked GORGEOUS! He'd lost weight, his chest and arms were bulging with muscles. Joyce knew he'd been on a diet, she'd commented on his shrinking waistline a few times, but she hadn't expected him to be so, sculpted.
"Hopper, hulked up" Will said bringing her back to reality.
Hopper saw them and waved in greeting. Joyce moved toward him like a sleepwalker, tripping over branchs and tree roots. Will kept grabbing her hand to stop her falling.
"Hi" Hopper said as they approached. "El's just finishing breakfast if you wanna go in."
Will went in, but Joyce stayed where she was. She couldn't seem to tear herself away. Up close Hopper looked even sexier. He wasn't Arnold Schwarzenegger muscled, but she'd never liked men to be too bulked up. Hopper was like Baby Bear's bowl of porridge. Just right. Her mouth went dry and she felt the flickering flames of desire start low in her belly. She'd hadn't felt that in years, it was a little scary. Realising she'd been staring like an idiot, she searched frantically round for something to say.
"Aren't you cold?" she asked unable to tear her eyes away from his erect nipples.
Hopper followed her gaze and laughed. Joyce just blushed.
"Yeah" he said. "I kinda like it though" he smiled a mysterious smile and took a drag on his cigarette.
Joyce bit her lip to hold in a moan. Oh! To be that cigarette. What the hell was she doing? She was 37 year old mother of two not a teenage girl. She didn't melt into a puddle of hormones because a guy had been to the gym a few times.
Hooper offered her the cigarette. She took it, the tip was still warm. Dear God! Now my lips are touching his!
GET A GRIP JOYCE!
"El's really looking forward to buying school supplies" Hooper said hooking his thumbs through the waistband of his jeans. "She's really looking forward to going to school actually. Must be the only teenager I know who is"
Joyce wasn't listening. She was thinking of the time she pulled down the pants on a G.I. Joe to see what was there. She had an urge to do that now. Although she knew Hopper's pants wouldn't conceal a smooth, flat area. She could just picture it. Popping the button, pulling down the zip, slipping her hand inside, caressing the hard bulge there.
Suddenly feeling very warm despite the coldness of the day, Joyce looked up. Her eyes met Hopper's. His were dark, the gaze heated, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking, and was thinking the same thing himself. Her breath caught somewhere in her throat. They moved toward each other, drawn by the intense sexual chemistry that made the air around them crackle with electricity.
A thud and whispers broke the spell, reminding them where they were and who exactly were waiting in the cabin. They took a few steps away, trying to clear their heads.
"I'd better put on a shirt" Hopper said crossing his arms over his chest self-consciously.
Realising how red her cheeks must be, Joyce wouldn't look at him.
"I'll be in the car" she said practically running down the steps.
Hopper dashed inside, hardly noticing Will and Eleven pretending to watch cartoons on the TV. After the bedroom door shut they high-fived each other.
"They're getting there" Eleven said excitedly. "Aren't they?" she asked uncertainly.
"They are" Will grinned. "We'll be brother and sister before you know it."
THE END
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