Monday morning reared its ugly head in the form of a cold for Joyce. Everything hurt. Her face, her hands, even her teeth, but no amount of coaxing from Hopper or Mary could keep her from school. She had already missed class on Friday because of Hopper's boner and she wasn't going to miss more because of a little cold. However, she was going to dress as comfortably as she could to make her day a little bit easier.
Finally crawling out of Hopper's bed, she pulled on her favorite sweatpants, a long sleeve shirt, and the new to her flannel coat. She didn't miss the look of concern Hopper gave her as Mary attempted to help her cover up her father's latest work.
"All I'm saying Joyce, is that you don't have to go to school. There is no way you can fail. Your grades are way too good." Hopper called from the doorway as he watched his mother layer some kind of makeup on her face.
"Jim, if she says she feels okay enough to go, then let her go. You can always bring her home if she gets worse." His mother scolded as she looked over Joyce's face.
"You're good to go dear." Mary informed her in that maternal manner she always seems to have.
"Thanks, ."
"Joyce you can call me Mary honey, or mom, or whatever makes you comfortable okay? We're way past the formal stages of name-calling." Mary laughed as she gathered her makeup off of the counter. Joyce slipped out the bathroom door under Hopper's arm before he could try to talk her out of missing school again. After fifteen minutes of attempted breakfast, Hopper's antics, and a round of medicine, Joyce had enough of Hopper bugging her.
"Look, if it will shut you up I'll make a deal with you." She sighed, rubbing her temples.
"Alright, I'm listening." Hopper mumbled, still wanting Joyce to stay home and rest, but he quickly turned a chair from the dining table around and straddled it. Munching on a piece of toast he waited on Joyce's proposition.
"I'm still going to attempt to go to school, however..." Joyce continued as Hopper opened his mouth. "I'll ride with you to school instead of waiting on the bus."
Hopper continued to chew his toast, acting as if he was thinking over her offer. Finally swallowing, he cleared his throat.
"Fine, but if I see you puking or anything at school I'm bringing your ass home. Got it?"
"Jim language in the house!" Mary scolded over her first cup of coffee.
"Deal." Joyce held out her hand to Hopper. Giving it a quick shake, the teens finished their breakfast before grabbing their book bags off of the mudroom floor. Stepping out into the cool October air, Joyce was beyond thankful that Hopper had given her his old coat. It was drizzling, adding to the spooky vibe that seemed to flow from Hawkins once the leaves started to turn.
Hopper opened the passenger side door to allow Joyce to climb inside the cab. Jumping behind the wheel in seconds, Hopper quickly turned the key so he can get the heat going.
"I'm trying Joyce, I know you're freezing, I can see you shivering from here." He comments as he grabs a cigarette out of his coat pocket. He quickly lights it, taking in a lung full of smoke, then holds his hand out. She shakes her head without a word. They are driving down Main Street. Hopper has the radio playing quietly, not wanting to make Joyce feel worse with loud music first thing in the morning. Pulling into the student lot, he doesn't miss the double takes people are giving his truck as she searches for a parking spot.
"Promise you'll tell me if you want to go home?" He asks, making it seem like he was messing with his radio instead of talking to her in his truck.
"I promise Hop. I'll see you at lunch okay?" She gently takes his hand in hers and gives it a slight squeeze. Grabbing her book bag, she exits the truck, pulling her hood up against the drizzle that has now become a light rain. Hopper sighs as he watches her walk toward the school. Her shoulders are hunched against the wind, and he has a feeling in his gut that today isn't going to be a good day.
Today fucking sucks Joyce thinks to herself as she slowly makes her way through the crowded hall and into the loud cafeteria. She winces at the screams and raucous laughter of her fellow students. You would think some of them didn't have basic manners instilled into them, or maybe Joyce was the only teenager in Hawkins who had been so scared to fuck up she made a point to be quiet. Finding her usual table in the corner of the cafeteria, she lays her book bag down on the floor, thankful to be free of the burden that is thirty pounds of school texts and notebooks. As graceful as a fish out of water, she flops down onto the cold bench and rubs her eyes. Her congestion had worsened since this morning, making breathing out of her nose impossible.
Maybe Hopper was right, I should have stayed home today she thought, pulling her hood up and laying her head down on the lunch table. Hoping a short nap would at least get her through until the end of the day, Joyce lightly dozed. She didn't even care at this point if someone threw trash at her or was talking shit from across the lunchroom.
The feeling of a cold hand on her forehead roused Joyce from her nap. She didn't have the energy to pull away from whoever was touching her.
"Just leave me alone." She begged, too tired to sit up.
"Jesus, Joyce, you're burning up," Hopper's voice sounded from her right.
"Hop, what are you doing? People can see." She whispered, not wanting to draw attention if it hadn't been drawn already.
"I don't care. You're sick and I need to take you home. You haven't moved in fifteen minutes."
"It's called a nap Hop, you should take one every now and again." Her scratchy voice replied as she lifted her head off of the table.
Just as Hopper was about to give Joyce yet another speech on her health, a shadow loomed over the lunch table.
"Jim? What are you doing sitting here with this loser?" Chrissy's voice thundered, making Joyce want to shove her fingers in her ears.
"She's my neighbor Chrissy, if my mom knew she was sick and I didn't check on her, she would have my ass." Hopper smoothly replied, his eyes not leaving Joyce's face.
"Obviously she's still breathing, that's all you need to worry about." Chrissy griped, moving to stand in front of Hopper, who now had his back to the table. Joyce closed her eyes, wishing for the room to stop spinning. She barely saw Chrissy sit down in Hoppers' lap and place one of her arms around his shoulder, making Joyce smirk. Was this girl really trying to pull something territorial over him? The thought made her laugh, which earned a glare from Chrissy.
"And what's so funny trash princess? I see you found a newer pair of sweatpants, what did they set you back huh? Six months of rent?"
"Chrissy, stop calling her that. She's not some random street trash and you know it." Hopper hissed. He could feel that familiar heat rising up his neck.
Joyce felt her throat start to tighten, spit pooling in her mouth.
"And why do you care what I call her Jim? You looking to be the prince of trash now?" Chrissy snipped, reaching out from her perch on Hopper's lap to shove Joyce's shoulder.
Joyce sits up, turning her back to the table as well. She swallows, not wanting to fight with her.
"Hop, I think I-" Joyce starts before she interrupted by Chrissy.
"Hop? She has a pet name for you?" Enraged Chrissy moves from Hopper's lap to stand in front of Joyce.
"You got a little crush on my boyfriend?" Chrissy questions loudly, drawing the attention of the cafeteria.
"Chrissy that's enough." Hopper growls, knowing the situation is quickly spiraling out of control.
"Hop, I don't feel so good..." Joyce whispers, reaching out to him without thinking of who they are in front of. Seeing her hand moving toward Hopper, Chrissy smacks it away, deterring her from touching Hopper's arm.
"Who the fuck do you think you are? Trying to touch Jim like you have some kind of claim on him!" Chrissy yells, bringing what onlookers who weren't already watching to join the show.
"Hop, I think-"
"Chrissy I said that's enough!" Hopper yelled, interrupting Joyce as he stands up from the table. Following his lead, Joyce stands, her knees shaking beneath her. Trying her best to keep herself between Hopper and Joyce, Chrissy moves, facing Joyce, her hands on her hips.
"Where do you think you're going Horowitz? He's mine!"
"I'm not yours Chrissy, Jesus I don't belong to anyone, I'm a fucking human being!"
"Hop-"
"We went on a date Jim, which means we are dating!" Chrissy shouts.
"Hopper-"
"That doesn't mean were official! I never asked you to be my girlfriend!"
"Hopper!" Joyce practically yells as she quickly taps him on the shoulder.
"What?!" He yells back, getting caught up in the emotions that are surrounding their small table.
That's when the vomit Joyce had been trying to hold back, spews from her mouth, and right onto Chrissy pretty pink sweater.
The cafeteria is silent. No one dared to breathe.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" Chrissy screams, as she tries, and fails to find something to wipe her shirt with. Joyce just stands in front of her, wiping her mouth with the back of her sleeve.
"I think I'm going to puke..." Joyce mutters, trying not to let out a small laugh at the look on Chrissy's face.
"You bitch! I'm going to fucking kill you!" Chrissy screams as she lunges for Joyce. Hopper quickly steps in front of her, not even caring that he is getting puke all over his boots.
"Miss Carpenter, my office now!" A loud male voice rings through the cafeteria. Principal Shepherd stood several feet away from them, both of his hands on his hips. "Go to the nurse's station for a clean shirt on your way. As for you Mr. Hopper, take Miss Horowitz home immediately. I don't want a virus spreading around the school."
"Yes Sir." Hopper replied, grabbing Joyce's book bag off the floor.
"Sorry about your sweater Chrissy, I'm sure I have something in your size if you want to come over some time" Joyce quickly called out as Hopper led her out of the cafeteria.
The rest of the week Hopper and Joyce both stay home. Taking turns puking and cleaning the bathroom. Mary babies them with chicken noodle soup, rounds of medications and lots of sleep. By Saturday, all fevers, and coughs are gone, much to the relief of the two teens. Saturday is Halloween, the second favorite holiday of the year for the citizens of Hawkins. The annual hayride which is held at the Hopper's Farm is set to start at sundown. Children and families of all sizes flock there for food, freight and of course candy. Joyce and Hopper are upstairs, both getting into their costumes for the evening.
Joyce is dawning a traditional witch costume, which is way more form fitting then she would like. Then again, actually showing off the curves of her body feels good for once. Her costume has shrunk a little since last year, making the fabric stick to her hips and chest like a second skin. As she smooths down her hair and puts on her witch's hat, she hears Hopper let out a whistle.
Turning around, Joyce finds Hopper standing in the center of the room. His chest is puffed out, and his hands on his hips doing his best superman pose. The tan uniform he's dawning shows off the muscles he has gained from years of working on the farm. A toy gun is in a holster on his hip, along with a pair of handcuffs.
Joyce can't help but laugh as she walks toward him.
"Oh no, officer is something wrong?" She playfully teases as Hopper opens his arms and allows her to step into them.
"Yes, ma'am there has been a disturbance call placed for a naughty witch at this address. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?" He jokes, not being able to keep a straight face.
"What did you have to bribe your dad with to make him let you borrow this?" She asked curiously.
"Oh nothing much, just had to promise I'd stick around the house tonight with a certain girl, handing out candy instead of scaring the shit out of people."
"Ahh so not too much then." Joyce giggles as she runs her fingers over the gold name tag on the right side of Hopper's chest.
"You look really good in this uniform Hop. Thinking of following in the footsteps of your old man?"
"Hell Joyce, I don't know what I'm doing next week, matter less after school." He laughs as he runs his hands down her arms and continues until he finds her hands.
"All I'm saying is you can totally pull it off, Hop. Just gotta grow a mustache and you're the new Chief of Police in Hawkins."
"A mustache huh? Think I can pull it off?"
"Without a doubt chief." Joyce smiles, standing up on her tiptoes, but still unable to reach Hopper's lips. Pouting, Joyce stares up until Hopper leans slightly down to her level.
"And what exactly are you doing ma'am? Bribing a cop with bodily favors is against the law." He murmurs, bringing his hands down to rest on her hips.
"I'm not bribing you with anything officer, just practicing putting a spell on you. Is it working?"
"More than you can imagine." Hopper places a light kiss to Joyce's forehead. Hearing the doorbell ring, the two take a second longer to admire each other before pulling apart.
"Come on Chief, we have candy to hand out." Joyce calls, walking out of the bedroom with Hopper hot on her heels.
"Trick or Treat!" A group of kids call out from the bottom step of the front porch.
"Oh my goodness your costume is beautiful!" Joyce coo's over the kids who are patiently standing with their candy bags open at the ready.
"What do you say kids?" Their mother says from the sidewalk.
"Thank you, and Happy Halloween." They reply back in unison as they bound down the sidewalk. Their mother gives a quick wave as she goes after her children, all of who are already talking about what candy they want to trade. Joyce sits down on the top step, thankful that her top is long-sleeved. Moments later a coat is dropped down onto her shoulders. Turning back, she sees Hopper coming back from the front door, his father's winter coat is being adjusted around his shoulders.
"Gotta keep up with appearances ya know, being the Chief is a tough job." He jokes as he adjusts his belt. Sitting down beside Joyce, Hopper rests his hand on her knee. Peeking into the bowl in Joyce's hand, he pulls out a candy bar and carefully rips the wrapper.
"Hey! These are for the kid's officer." Joyce scolds as she grabs a candy bar for herself.
"Well, I think those kids were the last of the trick or treaters anyway. It's going on midnight ya know? I mean look, even mom and dad are heading back to the house." He comments at the sight of his parents approaching the house, hand in hand. Spotting the kids on the porch, they watch as Mary whispers something into Greg's ear, causing a smile to spread across the man's face.
"That's a smile saying if we want to sleep tonight, we should go to the tree house." Hopper whispers as he places the candy wrapper in his coat pocket.
"Hey, parents have to get it on every now and again too." Joyce whispers back, laughing at the playful shove Hopper gives her with his shoulder.
"How did it go tonight kids?" Greg asked as they approach the steps.
"Everything was fine, had about sixty kids come by and still got plenty of candy to munch on the next few days." Joyce stated, shaking the half-full bowl for emphasis.
"That's up to you kids, I don't need anything else sweet. It goes straight to my gut." Greg laughs as he pats his belly.
"Y'all going to the tree house tonight?" Mary asks, trying not to be too direct with her question.
"Yeah mom, figured we've been in your hair long enough this week. It's time for some you time ya know?" Hopper comments as he stands to his feet. That's when Joyce notices just how much Hopper looks like his father. Both of them are tall, even for a man. Broad shoulders, narrow hips. The only difference between the two is the laugh lines on Greg's face and his blonde hair.
"Don't go messing up my uniform Jim, I only have ten others that look exactly like it." Greg laughs as he follows Mary up the steps.
"Y'all be careful going to the tree house okay? It's Halloween, ain't no telling what kind of ghosts are out in those fields." Mary points her finger at the two of them.
"Yes ma'am, we'll be careful." Joyce comments, as she stands, wobbling slightly in her heels.
"We'll see y'all tomorrow when we start cleaning everything up. Goodnight you two." Greg calls from the front door as he carefully closes it. The sound of the deadbolt sliding home rings out onto the porch before Hopper and Joyce are met with silence.
"Guess they really want to get to it." Hopper states as he takes Joyce's hand in his. Mindful of where she is walking, Joyce follows Hopper out toward the east pasture.
"Hold on a second, we have a little detour to take." Hopper whispers closely to her ear.
"What do you mean a little detour?"
Following Hopper to the horse stables, Joyce cringes when the loud moan of the barn door opening rips through the air.
"Hopper, what are you doing?" She whispered, not wanting to accidentally step into a horse patty.
Hopper is back outside the barn in seconds. He quietly closes the door, before returning to Joyce's side, a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
"Where did you get that from?" She questions as they began to make their way toward the tree house.
"So dad and I had another tiny part of that deal we made. He said that if we went to the tree house tonight so he and mom could have some alone time, he would let me have what's left in this bottle." Hopper states, turning the bottle over in his hand.
"Wow, your dad actually said he would allow you to drink underage so he can get laid?"
"I guess getting some makes a man do crazy things." He smirks.
"Hopper don't talk like that, it's your parents it's gross." Joyce says as they step off the trail and into the woods.
"I'm just saying Joy. My mom must be amazing in the sack if he's willing to share this with me." Joyce wrinkled her nose at the mere thought of Mary and Greg messing around.
"Okay stop now, I don't want to imagine your mom and dad getting it on."
Standing at the base of their tree, Hopper unscrews the cap off of the bottle.
"Ladies first?" He puts the bottle under Joyce's nose, allowing her to smell the whiskey.
"You're such a gentleman Officer Hopper." She smirks, taking the bottle from his hands and bringing it to her lips. Taking a few small sips from the bottle, Joyce quickly hands it back to him, who is trying his best not to laugh at the face she is making.
"Whoa, that shit burns!"
"Well yeah Joyce, it's whiskey, it's supposed to burn." Hopper takes a long drink for himself. He swallows and slightly gasps for air.
"It's whiskey it's supposed to burn." Joyce mocks as Hopper winces.
"Get your ass on that ladder women!" Hopper jokes, walking closer to it.
"Don't you be looking up my dress sir, I'm a lady and I will be treated as such!"
"Yes ma'am I won't look up your dress, scouts honor." Hopper holds up a three-finger salute with his right hand. The left, still dutifully holding their bribed whiskey.
"Do you know how hard it's going to be climbing up this ladder in heels?" Joyce says over her shoulder as she begins her journey up.
"Don't worry Joyce, if you fall, I will try my best to catch you. Or at least break your fall." Hopper chuckles as Joyce pulls herself through the hatch.
Putting the bottle underneath his chin, Hopper quickly climbs up after her.
She's already taken her heels off, and throws them into a corner. Now without the added height, and Hopper's boots still on, she is eye level with his sternum.
"How do you always end up being so much taller than me?" She whines, placing her hands on her hips. "Hell, you can probably see clear over my hat cant you?"
"I mean, I would be lying if I said no." Hopper giggles, taking another drink from the bottle.
"Come on, let's get the bed pulled out before you get too plastered." Joyce laughs from beside the couch. She's already taking the pillows off of the fold-out when Hopper joins her, a fresh sheet in his hand. They quickly make their bed, before deciding to get comfortable. Joyce walks toward her clothes, which have now all been moved to the tree house. She's looking for her favorite pajama pants when she feels Hopper step up behind her.
"Can I help you officer?" She asks, turning around to wrap her arms around his waist.
"Mhmm, I don't know if you can ma'am. You haven't seen a devilishly handsome man running around here have you?"
"Can't say I have Officer."
"Ouch, that one hurt Joyce." He laughs, placing his hand over his heart, feigning a life-threatening chest wound.
Reaching for the bottle in Hopper's hand, Joyce unscrews the cap, taking a much longer drink than she did back on the ground.
"I can see how this can mess someone up." She coughed as she handed it back to Him. The amount of liquid left in the bottle was significantly lower than when they had retrieved it from the barn.
"Me too, guess that's why the old man only lets me have it on special occasions." Hopper's voice is lost in Joyce's neck. She doesn't know if it's the whiskey or her own selfish need, but she allows Him to kiss down her skin. The feel of his stubbled cheek sends goosebumps all over her arms. His hands are on her hips again. His thumbs rubbing along her pointy hip bones and she doesn't realize they are swaying until Hopper pulls away from her neck.
"What are you doing Hop?"
"I think the adults call it, dancing." He laughs, standing up to his full height, she's at least a foot shorter than him.
"Oh is that what we're doing? A witch and the Chief of Police, dancing in a tree house on Halloween. Sounds like a horror movie waiting to happen." She giggles, resting her head on his chest.
"I mean, I'd pay to see it. Just saying." He commented bringing his right hand to the small of her back while his left held her hand.
"Whatever you do, don't step on my feet, those boats you have would break my toes."
"Come on Joyce, they aren't that big."
"Hopper you wear a size thirteen! I wear a six. That's over double the size!"
"Shhhh, this is a time for dancing, not mathing."
"Is mathing even a word?"
"This is not the time for English lessons either. Less talking, more dancing." Hopper murmured into the top of Joyce's head. A few moments later, they come to a stop. Standing in the middle of the tree house, Hopper leans down and places a kiss on her lips.
"Thanks for the dance chief." She whispers slightly pulling away.
"Anytime ma'am."
"Come on, let's get out of these costumes, I'm getting tired."
Joyce is back on the other side of the room. A pair of pajama pants in her hand.
"Will you?" She asks Hopper as she gathers her hair over her left shoulder. He quickly drinks the last bit of whiskey from the bottle before walking toward her. Hopper couldn't say what it was about Joyce's neck that always made him think inappropriate thoughts, but he stroked one finger down the length of it, making her shake. Gently pulling the zipper down, Hopper placed his lips to her neck, giving it a slight nip.
"Next year you need to go as a vampire for Halloween." She breathes, not noticing the slight hitch in her voice.
"Why, you want me to bite you?"
"And what if I say yes?" Joyce asks, turning once again to face him.
"I'd say it's inappropriate for me to leave bite marks on you where anyone could see."
"Who said anything about you leaving them on my neck?" Joyce whispers. She starts to unbutton Hopper's uniform shirt, agonizingly slow, one button at a time.
"Joyce, what are you doing?" Hopper questions, his voice dropping an octave.
"Just getting into a little mischief on Halloween, if that's okay with you chief?"
Hopper doesn't say a word. He simply moves his hands, allowing Joyce to continue her work as her small fingers untuck his shirt from his pants. She's reaching up, trying to push his shirt off his shoulders, but not quite able to reach.
"Why don't we lay down huh? Make it easier for you to reach everything?" Hopper suggests, already sliding the holster and toy gun from his belt.
"It's as if you read my mind, Hop." Joyce laughs, turning to slide her dress off of her shoulders. Hopper doesn't even pretend to look away. Joyce is standing with her back to him in nothing but a bra and panties and he's shocked when he notices they match. The dark color a cool contrast to the tone of her skin. Before his eyes can get their fill, she's pulling an oversized shirt over her head and turning to face him. Joyce carefully took off her bra, pinpointing the exact moment that Hopper's eyes focused on her chest. Walking over to him, she looks down his body, noticing a slight bulge that he normally hid so well.
"Let me help you with your boots." She whispered, turning around and placing both of her feet on either side of his left leg. She bends over and began to unlace his boots, her ass is right against the seam of his pants. Hopper carefully reaches out, not wanting to startle her and places his hands on her hips, ever so slightly pulling her back into him.
"Jesus Joy, are you trying to kill me?" He practically growls as she pulls off his first boot.
"I have no idea what you're talking about Hop." She innocently says over her shoulder as she starts unlacing the next boot, swaying a bit to the effects of the alcohol.
"Uh-huh, sure you don't." He breaths, trying to focus on anything but her ass against him. Before he's ready, Joyce slides his other boot off and moves away from his body.
"Come on, I'm cold" She says, crawling into the bed.
Hopper's fingers are shaking so bad it takes him a second to undo his belt. Finally releasing the clasp, he unbuttons his pants and carefully lets down his zipper. He knows Joyce can see the size of him through his boxers and he's tempted to run his hand down the front of them. He quickly pulls his undershirt over his head, slides off his socks, and climbs into bed deciding not to tease her.
Moonlight is coming in through the big window, casting shadows from the branches outside along the bed. Joyce is laying on her side, watching Hopper as he places the covers over his waist. She scoots closer to him wanting to feel the warmth of his body. Once he's in reach, she places a kiss on his neck, right over his pulse point, but before she could stop herself, shes nipping and kissing down the length of it.
"Maybe you should be the vampire next year." He gasps as she gives a rougher bite to his skin.
"Hmm, I think it would like it better if you were the vampire." She whispers against him.
"Your wish is my command."
Hopper is on top of her in seconds, his lips meeting her neck. He feels her move beneath him, doing nothing but forcing even more blood down beneath his stomach. He's licking and biting Joyce on the neck, encouraged by her hand on his bicep.
"Hopper, you can't really leave a mark on me. Your parents would freak." She gasps out as he sucks the skin of her throat into his mouth.
"Then I'll just leave my mark where they won't see it." He whispers as his hand reaches under her shirt, skimming the skin on her rib cage. He feels her body arch into his touch. His hand resting at the bottom of her sternum. Hopper can feel the heat coming from her breast. So close, but just out of reach. Looking up, Hopper meets Joyce's eyes and she's biting her lip in anticipation. Giving him a nod, Joyce takes in a sharp breath and she feels Hopper's hand completely cover her breast. He can feel her nipple hardening under his palm almost instantly. Carefully adjusting his hand, he rolls the hardening bud between his fingers, smiling to himself with the soft moan that's sitting in Joyce's throat. Sitting up, he brings her with him. Raising the hem of her shirt, he carefully slips the fabric over her head, completely exposing all of her for the first time. She's perfect. Joyce tries to bring her hands up to cover herself, but Hopper stops her.
"Please don't hide from me Joyce, you're so beautiful, I just want to see you, please." He begs, moving closer to rest his chest on her stomach. She slowly moves her arms away, allowing him to see all of her. Reaching out, he palms her again. Fascinated by the feel of her soft skin.
"I'm sorry they're not that big." She whispers, laying back down on the bed.
"Joyce, your beautiful just the way you are."
He's at her collar bone, kissing down to her sternum, nipping and licking along the way. Joyce reaches out, running her hands through his hair. She gives a slight pull, coaxing him downward. Hopper leaves a trail of light kisses over to her nipple. Looking up to Joyce to make sure she's okay, Hopper keeps eye contact as he sucks the tight bud into his mouth, where he's rewarded with a soft moan. Instantly, Joyce is pushing her chest out, wanting Hopper to be even closer to her body and he gently bites her, loving the way she's squirming beneath him. His right hand moves to her other breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers, while his tongue lashes out against the other. With a slight pop, he pulls away, kissing just above her nipple, then sucks her skin into his mouth, loving the way she tastes. He's careful not to hurt her, but wanting to make his claim, he bites and sucks for as long as she can stand. Finally, when he feels her pull his hair again, he releases her, smiling down at the bruise that's going to peek out from the top of her bra.
"You're mine, Joyce." Hop says, resting his head on her chest, looking up into her eyes lovingly.
"I'm yours Hop." She sighs, falling back into the pillows with him still laying on her chest. The effects of exhaustion, whiskey, and hormones, lures the two to sleep, neither of them worrying about the headache they are more than likely going to have tomorrow.
