Learning to drive hadn't been nearly as difficult as Joyce had originally convinced herself. After getting past her irrational fears of driving through the barn, or running over one of the chickens, things had gotten drastically easier for the seventeen year old. With the help of her friends, along with her parents, Greg thought she was more than ready to get her license and made an appointment for the following week to take her test.
Hopper on the other hand was having a hard time adjusting to being home. Not only was weaning himself off the medicine he'd been on at the hospital causing him to get sick, getting comfortable was almost impossible. His bed didn't allow him the freedom of raising and lowering the upper and lower halves, which made his hips and back hurt more than his knee most nights.
Joyce had opted to sleep on the floor beside the bed, knowing he needed the space to move around if he were to find the tiniest bit of comfort. Not to mention she was also afraid of hitting his leg and causing him even more unnecessary pain. It was bad enough watching him wake all hours of the night covered in sweat as his body tried to adjust to the lower dose of medicine, he didn't need her in the way when he got sick and rolled to the edge of the bed to puke into the little trash can settled on the floor a few feet from where she slept.
Tensions were high in the Hopper house to say the least. Mary stressed with caring for Jim during the day when she was alone. Attempting to make sure he ate, even though he had zero appetite. Getting him to and from the bathroom when he was twice her size was a challenge in itself, and she knew without a doubt he was miserable being bound to a bed. There was nothing she could do to raise his spirits and it broke her heart. Greg was running himself ragged with making up missed work at the station and keeping the farm in order. Joyce was providing what help she could with chores, cooking, learning to drive and staying on top of her schoolwork, but it was mentally and physically exhausting for them all.
Hardly anyone in the house found time to speak to one another the first few days Hopper was home. Dinners were quiet. Jim was forced to be alone upstairs while the rest of the family tried to resemble some form of normalcy around the table, and it was horrible. Sure most of the time Jim would skip meals all together due to his stomach being upset, or he'd sleep most of the day, but Joyce missed his presence. She missed what they once had. Ever since his accident there hadn't been a proper moment for them to talk to one another about anything. In all honesty she rarely even got to see him awake. Being busy with school and everything else going on in her life didn't leave a lot of room for her to seek out his comfort while he was struggling just to get through the day.
Joyce did her best though. The times she caught Hopper awake before she went to school or started on her chores, she attempted casual conversation, keeping things light between them, still feeling dread in her gut about the entire situation and not wanting to bring up her insecurities just yet. She tried to stay positive and encourage him that it would get better, not wanting him to fret about being stuck at home or missing school and his friends. Things would get better, they just needed time.
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It took almost a week for them to finally have a much needed conversation.
"Why do you look so miserable?" Joyce asked as she dropped a stack of books onto their bed and unshouldering her bag.
Hopper huffed and closed the magazine resting in his lap. "Because I'm bored."
Joyce rolled her eyes and placed her bag on the floor beside her feet. "You get to miss school and hang out with mom all day, it can't be that bad."
"You might enjoy laying around all day doing nothing, but I don't. I actually miss going to school. Anything is better than this." He sighed. "I can't even take a nap without mom coming in to check on me every fifteen minutes, no matter how many times I tell her I'm fine. I can't watch tv, I can't go to the bathroom alone, I can't make food for myself, I can't do anything but sit here and it fucking sucks."
Joyce sat on the edge of the bed and slid the stack of books she'd brought home closer to him. "Well, you're in luck. I have plenty of school work here to keep you busy for the rest of the week. So no more complaining."
Hopper eyed the books and made a face. "Great…"
"You're the one who said you were bored." She pointed out before removing her socks and tossing them into the hamper across the room.
Choosing to ignore her jab, Hopper watched as she untied her hair, the dark locks flowing across her shoulders. "When are you going to start sleeping in the bed again?"
Joyce stood to drop the tie on the dresser and turned to face him, her lip finding its way between her teeth nervously. "I guess whenever you forgive me."
"Wha…" He started, his brows furrowed in confusion. "Forgive you? For what?"
"This." She gestured to his cast with her hands, then between them. "You wouldn't be stuck in bed all day bored out of your mind if it wasn't for me, and I completely understand if you're not ready to forgive me just yet, or ever. Hell, I'm not even sure if I should forgive myself."
"Honey, none of this is your fault. Why would you even think that?"
"Because…" She frowned, looking away from him. "Because I made you upset...I've been treating you terribly ever since you got your letter, and I don't blame you for getting angry. I kept pushing and pushing until you couldn't take it anymore. I was selfish and I'm sorry."
The room suddenly fell silent and Joyce felt her heart start pounding in her ears the longer she waited for him to say something. He'd been home over a week now and this was the first time either of them had brought up the fight in the barn. It was honestly the first time they'd had any sort of conversation at all since the accident. He'd been too doped up on pain meds and sick to stay awake long enough for them to exchange more than a few words until now.
"Will you please come here?" He asked softly, holding his hand out for her.
When Joyce lifted her head, she caught the tiniest bit of sadness in his expression and swallowed. Carefully taking his hand, she climbed back onto the bed and settled down beside him with her legs crossed.
"I thought you said it was because you were afraid of hitting my knee?"
"I mean...that was one of the reasons." She sighed and pulled her hand away from his, wiping her palm on the thigh on her jeans.
"So this entire time you've been avoiding me because you thought I was mad?" He asked, his forehead crinkling slightly as he reached for her again. "Why didn't you just talk to me?"
Joyce dropped her gaze and watched as his thumb lovingly stroked across her knuckles, the gesture feeling somewhat foreign. "I don't know…" She paused, biting the inside of her cheek. "Our schedules haven't really lined up since you left the hospital. You're usually asleep when I get home from school, and when you're awake you're so sick from your medicine that it didn't seem fair to try and have this conversation. Not to mention most of my free time lately has been spent helping dad with chores, and mom with dinner, while also working on getting my license, and school work, and...and I'm just sorry. I'm so sorry I haven't been the person you've needed me to be these last few weeks."
Without hesitation, Hopper moved his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her forward, pressing his lips to hers carefully, it feeling like it had been ages since they had been connected in such a way. All the tension and stress between them slipped away in an instant as he simply kissed her with a gentleness that made her skin tingle. She hadn't realized she had stopped breathing until he pulled away, leaving her light headed and needing more.
"Take a breath, Honey." Hopper demanded softly, the tone of it deeper than usual.
"Sorry. You literally take my breath away when you do that." She smiled, a pink blush spreading over her cheeks.
"When I kiss you? I've done it thousands of times before."
"I know but…this time, it felt like you were forgiving me. Even though I feel as if I don't deserve it."
Hopper sighed and laced his fingers in the hair at the base of her neck where his hand continued to rest. "Come here, let me hold you."
She hesitated, glancing down at his leg.
"You're not going to hurt me, see?" Hopper picked up on her worry and gave the cast a hard knock with his knuckles, showing her that almost nothing was going to damage it, or the leg beneath.
Joyce flicked her eyes to meet his, a stern expression on her face. "You promise to tell me the second it starts to hurt if I do?"
Hopper huffed and rolled his eyes. "It's not going to, but yes. I promise that if somehow your tiny self hurts my leg, or this cast that's like a brick fucking wall, I will let you know. Now please climb up here so I can hold you."
As if he was made out of glass, Joyce shifted over the length of his body, resting her frame between his legs and finally laying her head on his chest. His long arms wrapped around her, adding pressure to her back and pressing her further into his skin, causing her to hum in contentment. The emotional baggage she'd been carrying around for weeks, slowly began to fall off of her shoulders with each rise and fall of his chest beneath her.
Silence permeated the room for several minutes and nothing but the sound of their shallow breathing could be heard between the two of them.
"I can feel those gears turning in your head Honey. Tell me what you're thinking." Hopper pleaded as he placed a kiss against her hair.
Reluctantly, Joyce turned to look at the man who had owned her heart from the moment they had met. "I love you. I love you so much. When you tried to give me that ring in the barn, I felt like in some way you were saying goodbye to me. That you wanted me to know that you had accepted you were going over there and were more than likely not coming back home. That was your way of telling me you loved me, forever and always, and I was afraid. Afraid that I would never see you again once you left. That one day there would be a knock on our door and you would be gone. So if I accepted that ring there in the barn, I was accepting that you were leaving me. That you weren't coming back, and I couldn't do that."
Hopper remained silent beneath her longer than she thought possible for a man who had a retort for everything while she gathered a breath and continued.
"But. I would rather have whatever piece of you I can, than nothing at all. So if you are still willing, and still want me, then I accept your promise. The promise that you will do your best to come home to me. So we can get married and eventually have chubby cheeked children chasing after the ducks in the front yard. That I can grow old with you, to wake up to you holding me every morning for the rest of our lives. I'm so sorry Hop. For everything. You hurting your leg and ruining what should have been a special moment for us. Can you forgive me?"
Joyce waited patiently when she stopped talking, hoping he could forgive her for everything that had transpired over the past few weeks. Hopper carefully ran his thumb over the apple of her cheek and placed a delicate kiss to her lips.
"You should know by now that I would forgive you for anything Honey. In my eyes you can do no wrong. It's okay to feel the things you were feeling. But there is also a right way and a wrong way to deal with those emotions. Just like I have to deal with mine. All I ask is to respect my feelings like I do yours."
His thumb came into contact with the stray tear that she had been unable to keep from falling.
"I love you more than words can explain Joyce. For forever and always. Just please for my sake, as well as the sake of anyone else who comes into our life, no more yelling in the barn okay?" He asked with a chuckle, pulling her head back down to his chest.
"I think I can handle that." She smiled into his shirt, thankful that the dark cloud looming over them had finally allowed a few rays of sunshine to peek through.
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The sun had completely gone down when Hopper cleared his throat, the sound a high contrast to the silence of the room made Joyce quickly lift her head.
"Am I hurting you?"
He shook his head. "Not at all, but can you do me a favor?"
"Anything you need." She offered, lifting off him a bit more.
"That white plastic bag over there in the corner. Can you bring it here?"
Joyce looked at him curiously for a moment before carefully climbing over his body, trying her best not to jostle his leg any more than necessary. The sound of her bare feet hitting the floor surprisingly brought a smile to his face, knowing she was notorious for hating socks and shoes. It wasn't something he would have normally paid much attention to, but after the distance that had crept it's way between them, he felt like he was getting to know things about her all over again.
When she returned, bag in hand, he opened his arms to her once more, needing to feel the weight of her against his body.
"What's so important about this?" She asked after she had settled into her previous position.
"It's got all my clothes from when I went to the hospital in it. There should be a pair of jeans in there. Hand them here?"
Joyce complied, digging through the contents of the bag until she found the requested item and laid them across his chest. Sitting up slightly to put the bag at the foot of the bed, she turned her attention back to see him currently fighting with the stiff denims that still had blood stains on them. A grin spread across his face when he pulled a small box out of the pocket and flung the jeans to the floor.
"Joyce Horowitz. Since the moment I met you, I knew that you would be a huge part of my life. You have kept me sane in times of grief, made me happy in times of sadness, and calmed me during times of anger. You've been by my side through the good times and the bad. I love you. I want to share my life with you. My future. One day, I will put an engagement ring, and then a wedding band on your hand. Until then, this will just have to do."
Hopper opened the box that looked tiny in the palm of his hand and held it out to her.
The small gold band inside took her breath away. A single pearl stood proudly in the middle making the beat of her heart accelerate. She had seen the ring before, but failed to process exactly how beautiful it was in the mix of her emotions at the time.
"I promise to come home to you Joyce. I promise you will wake up to my horrible snoring every morning. That our kids will terrorize those ducks and whatever other animals we will have in our yard. I promise to love you forever and always."
Hopper carefully took the ring out of the box and held it in front of his face.
"Do you accept my promises Joyce?"
A wave of emotion overtook her as she shook her head, a slight laugh escaping her lips. "Yes, I accept your promises."
Joyce slowly held out her hand as Hopper slid the ring onto her finger, then brought her hand to his lips to place a kiss on the ring.
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He was everywhere. His hands on her hips coaxing her to straddle his lap as lips moved back and forth from her mouth to her neck, eliciting sounds he felt like he hadn't heard in forever. There was an automatic response to her, blood rushing south from every vein in his body as he fought the urge to thrust his hips forward, needing that friction he hadn't had in so long.
"Joyce please." He begged, her hands sliding over his shoulders and into the hair at the back of his neck.
"Hop, we can't, mom and dad are-"
The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs made them jump apart. Joyce quickly grabbed a book off the nightstand and laid on Hopper's chest to help hide the erection she had felt beneath her. She opened to a random page while he pretended to be asleep the moment Mary rounded the top of the steps and knocked on the semi closed bedroom door.
"Hey guys, dinners- Oh, how long has he been asleep?" Mary questioned, glancing between the two of them.
"Maybe thirty minutest. What's for dinner?"
"I made fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans. Figured we could all use some comfort food."
Joyce gave a nod of approval. "Want me to wake him up?"
"Just wherever you finish that chapter. I want him to try to come down the steps tonight to eat at the table. The sooner he's mobile the sooner things will go back to normal. Also, I know this may be a lot to ask, but would you be willing to help him take a shower tonight? He gets mad when I try to help him to the bathroom. I don't want to think about how he would react if I tried to wash his hair."
A slight smile spread across Joyce's face when she felt Hopper twitch beneath her.
"That shouldn't be an issue mom. What do I need to use to cover his cast?"
"We can try a trash bag or something. Just do your best to not get it too wet."
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"I am perfectly capable of taking a shower on my own Joyce." Hopper growled as he reached the top of the steps. Dinner had been a much needed event. For almost an entire hour things felt somewhat normal. With the exception of Joyce trying her best to not have her left hand above the table. She wasn't sure why, but she wanted to keep the fact she had accepted the ring just between them for a little while longer.
"No you can't and you know it. It's either me or mom. Who you want seeing your goods is completely up to you, but one of us is going to help." Joyce demanded, pushing on the bathroom door to open it. Flicking on the light, she stepped inside and shifted to sit on the counter beside the sink while she waited for Hopper to follow her.
"I can do it myself." He continued to grumble.
"Okay then tough guy, go ahead and turn the water on and get undressed. Do that without my help and I'll leave you alone."
Hopper scowled at her remark, but proceeded to turn the water on nonetheless. She watched as he hobbled to sit on the lid of the toilet and leaned his crutch against the wall. Seconds later, he pulled his shirt over his head.
"Enjoying the view?" He questioned, throwing his discarded clothing into the hamper.
"Every minute of it." Joyce smiled and unconsciously bit her lower lip. She watched as his hands went down to his hips where he carefully freed his mobile leg, before attempting to stand and pull the shorts over his cast. She stayed seated through two failed attempts before she hopped off the counter and made her way toward him.
"Honey just let me help you. Then we can go back to the bed and cuddle, okay?"
Reluctantly Jim agreed and once more sat down, allowing her to slip his gym shorts, followed by his boxers off his leg. A trash bag was laid across his cast and Joyce noticed him shiver.
"Cold?"
"My balls are sitting on a porcelain toilet lid Joyce, of course I'm cold." He growled and she rolled her eyes while trying to carefully tuck and twist the bag around his cast to keep it dry. Once she was satisfied with her work, she grabbed the plastic stool they had gotten from the hospital and helped Hopper over the edge of the tub and into the shower.
While he adjusted to sitting on the stool and propping his leg up and away from the shower spray, Joyce quickly removed her shirt and shorts, staying in her bra and panties just in case one of their parents needed to enter the bathroom.
Steam began to collect behind the curtain the moment it was closed and Joyce reached up to remove the detachable shower head so it wasn't beating down directly onto them.
"I'm glad dad decided to install this, it's going to make things a lot easier." Joyce commented and made sure Hopper's hair was thoroughly wet before she poured a generous amount of shampoo into her palm. She began to work the shampoo through his thick hair, working the lather down to his scalp. He automatically leaned forward at the touch and rested his forehead on her stomach, a moan escaping his lips as she scratched the back of his neck and shoulders.
"I need to rinse your hair. Lean your head back and keep your eyes closed."
Doing as he was told, Hopper remained silent as she directed the water over his hair.
Watching in fascination as the bubbles trailed down his chest, Joyce noticed one of his arms was strategically placed to hide the boner he had developed at some point while she'd been washing his hair. Not wanting to make him uncomfortable or call attention to his obvious embarrassment, she reached for the wash cloth and started gently scrubbing his back.
A soft moan escaped his lips when her fingers pressed into his stiff muscles, his head dropping forward with a content sigh.
"Okay?" She asked, gliding the warm water down his back to rinse away the soap while still rubbing against his skin.
He nodded, not opening his eyes. "Feels good."
A smile curled at the edge of her lips. "Guess you're glad I stayed then huh?" She teased, tossing the washcloth into his lap when he snorted. "Go on and get the rest, I'll be right here if you need help with anything." She offered, spraying some of the water over her stomach to remove the shampoo he'd left there from before.
Still not moving his left arm, he picked up the cloth with his right hand and gave her a hesitant look before rubbing it down his thigh toward the edge of his cast.
Joyce rested her hand on his shoulder and squeezed as she waited. "Do you want me to get out and give you some privacy?"
Hopper shook his head, still not looking at her as he moved on to scrubbing his other leg and down his shin. "No...I'm sorry. I know you're just trying to help, but my body doesn't seem to know the difference."
"Honey, it's fine." Reaching out to place her fingers under his chin, she made him look at her and leaned down to press her lips to his. Keeping him distracted with her tongue, she slid her hand over the bar of soap resting in its holder, before maneuvering her hand under his arm still hiding his erection and wrapping her slick fingers around the stiff flesh.
His breath immediately caught in his throat and he broke the kiss, his eyes going wide.
Joyce raised her brow with a smirk and gripped him, stroking slowly all the way down to the base of his cock before sliding back to the tip.
"Joyce-" He breathed, starting to protest until she squeezed him again and started stroking him firmer when his arm finally fell to his side. Pulling her back to his lips, he kissed her deep, his tongue swiping against hers in a way that sucked a soft moan from her throat. The sound went straight to his cock, causing him to twitch in her hand. Not allowing her to relinquish his mouth, he continued to kiss her while quickly scrubbing the rest of his unwashed skin, trying to not get completely lost in the feel of her hand still wrapped around him.
Tossing the washcloth to the bottom of the tub, he jerked his head to the side with a gasp and hooked his fingers into the tiny elastic band of her panties. Joyce tensed then, letting him go completely.
"Honey wait, we can't." She said, trying to catch her own breath.
"Please. Joyce it's been so long. I need you." He begged, dropping one of his hands from her panties to squeeze his now neglected cock.
Biting her lip, Joyce looked between his face and his cast weighing their options. "What if I hurt you? I don't mind giving you this. I don't need anything in return."
"I already told you that you won't hurt me." He insisted, grabbing the dangling shower head with his other hand to rinse the remaining suds from his body.
Joyce was silent for a moment as she watched him continue to stroke himself in the middle of his cleaning. There was no denying that her body was buzzing with desire just as much as his, but thinking logical was winning over her own arousal at the moment.
"Hop-"
She stopped short of her words when he dropped the shower head and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him. His lips brushed against her stomach as he worked his fingers back around her panties, dragging them down her body. "I promise i'll tell you if it's too much."
Joyce caved at the look in his eyes and reached up to unhook her bra while stepping out of her panties. She opened the shower curtain and tossed the soaked clothing toward the hamper before turning to face him, a shy smile on her face. His hands returned to her hips, encouraging her to come closer.
She carefully stepped one leg over his cast and shifted to where she was straddling his hips, one hand on his shoulder, the other holding the metal railing behind his head that Greg had installed to make sure he could carefully enter and exit the shower without falling.
Dipping his head, Hopper kissed between her breast and moved a hand from her hip to slide a finger between her legs. He groaned against her nipple the moment he was met with the slickness of her arousal and moved her once more by squeezing her ass.
"Slow down." Joyce whispered, quickly finding her footing to make sure she didn't slip and put too much of her weight on him.
"You're killing me, woman." He panted, holding the base of his erection to rub the head against her entrance.
"We have to be careful Hop." She said, trying to hide the spike of arousal that was attempting to take over the last bit of her rational thinking.
"We will be. Please Honey." He begged, thrusting his hips a bit higher and directly hitting her clit.
Joyce yelped slightly and dug her nails into his shoulder, her eyes snapping shut. "I mean it, any discomfort at all and we stop."
Instead of responding, Hopper grabbed her face and kissed her, attempting to relax her mind of its worry. He heard her suck in a deep breath and let her shift lower, his length slowly succumbing to the warmth of her smooth inner walls. She halted a few times along the way, before fully settling on him. He didn't dare move when he felt her tense.
"It's been a while." She whispered, her eyes scrunching closed as her body adjusted to the intrusion.
Kissing the tip of her nose, he wrapped his right arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his chest, his face falling to the crook of her neck. "You're the one in control here. Don't move until you're ready." He breathed, trying his best to calm the way his body was reacting to her just sitting there wrapped around him.
It didn't take long before she lifted her hips, slowly moving along his length a few times until the ache started to fade. Doing it this way was proving to be difficult. Joyce had to stay conscious of her weight and make sure she didn't slam down on him too hard, while also fighting against the urge to go faster to bring forth her own pleasure. The way his leg was still propped on the edge of the tub worried her with how it pressed the cast into the thigh of his leg. Too much weight would eventually make his hip hurt.
"I'm okay." He panted when he noticed her hesitation. "Keep moving baby. I'm already close." He couldn't help but moan and dropped his head back against the shower wall when she squeezed him hard and picked up the pace. One of his hands blindly wrapped around her thigh, the other gently circling his thumb across her clit.
"Yesss." She hissed, her hips losing momentum momentarily at the contact, but not enough to ruin the build of his orgasm. She surprised him when she tangled her fingers into his hair and pulled him roughly to her mouth, biting his lip as her inner walls clamped around him and a sound of pleasure filled the small bathroom with her climax.
In that moment his brain ceased to function, and before he knew it he was teetering on the edge, his orgasm on the brink of being ripped from his body.
"Joyce." He warned, gently pushing on her to lift up. "Honey, I'm coming..." He groaned and snapped his eyes shut, his fingers digging into the skin of her hips as he tried desperately to shift his body away from her. His release shot through him like fire and the last thing he registered was her lips on his, and her hand somehow finding its way around his length to stroke him through the remainder of his orgasm.
The freezing water splashing against their legs went unnoticed for several minutes as they came down from their orgasmic high.
"We should probably get out of here before we develop hypothermia." Joyce sighed, shakily getting to her feet and turning off the water.
She pulled back the light blue shower curtain and stepped out onto the shower mat. Quickly wrapping a towel around her slender body, she held out her hand to help Hopper stand. His body was shaking, from the cold or the lasting effects of pleasure she wasn't sure, but carefully led him to the toilet, wrapping his waist in a towel before he sat.
"Let me dry you off some and then we'll hobble to the bedroom okay?"
"I'm sorry I couldn't last longer Honey, it's just been so long-"
"It's fine, I promise. If you really feel bad about it you can always make it up to me another time." She giggled and slid the towel through his hair, trying her best to ignore his hands sneaking up underneath her own that was wrapped around her body.
"Ready to try and tackle the hallway?" She asked, once she was finished.
"I just tackled you, so I think I can handle the hallway." Hopper smirked as he reached for his crutch and carefully stood.
Joyce shook her head at his joke and allowed him to lead the way out of the bathroom, her hands clutched tightly at her front to secure her towel. Stopping at the top of the steps, Hopper called out goodnight to his parents who were both enjoying cups of coffee and watching the news.
Once settled into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, Hopper looked up at Joyce still standing in front of him.
"I'm not a cripple, but I can't deny all the attention you've been giving me tonight." He smiled and reached for the knot she tied at the top of her towel, allowing the fabric to drop to the floor. Hopper ran his hand up her side, his eyes landing on the trail of goosebumps that were forming under his fingertips. "What do I have to do to get you to sleep like this beside me tonight?"
Joyce raised her brow playfully and attempted to pull away from his touch. "Not a chance Honey. The last thing I want is for mom or dad to come wake us up earlier than usual and see me in all of my naked glory."
"Don't make me do it Joyce." Hopper took in the confused expression on her face and finally let his bottom lip pucker out, giving Joyce his best impression of puppy dog eyes.
"That's not fair James Hopper! You know I can't resist those eyes!" She huffed, forcing herself to look away.
Hopper let out a fake whine and gently turned her head back to face him. "Pretty please Joy? That shower wore me out and I need naked cuddles to help me sleep."
"Oh please! You're going to be out as soon as those covers are up to your chin!"
"Exactly. Up at my chin, which means that your entire body from head to toe is going to be covered." He teased, lifting his good leg up onto the bed.
Joyce shifted to help with his cast clad leg next and allowed him to get comfortable while stepping away from the bed frame. Walking to their closet, she pulled out one of his old wrestling shirts and pulled it on over her head.
"A compromise. I get to have a shirt on, but I will go without panties. That way we both win okay?"
Hopper gave out an exaggerated sigh and dropped his head to his pillow. "Fine, but I demand at least two kisses before you fall asleep."
Quietly padding across the room, Joyce cracked open the door three inches and turned off the light. Crawling into their bed for the first time in what felt like forever, she placed several kisses on his face and lips before snuggling down into the warmth of their blankets. Within seconds Jim's arms were around her waist, pulling her body flush against his own.
"I love you Joyce, more than anything."
"I love you too Honey. I'm right here if you need anything okay? Please don't hesitate to wake me up."
At her words she felt him gently thrust his hips forward, the start of a new erection pressing between her ass cheeks. "Anything you say?" He asked, his hand slowly moving up her stomach to cup her breast.
"Anything within reason Hop, You can wait until the weekend at least when mom and dad are in town."
"Ugh, such a tease."