Joyce's eyes barely left her new husband's as they sat across from each other at the dinner table. The steakhouse had been a last minute suggestion on Jim's behalf after the ceremony but it felt right, sitting with his new family around a linen draped table while country music played softly in the background.

Will sat next to Jim and he squirmed in his seat, ready to go home and report today's developments to his friends. The wedding as well as his new knowledge that the Chief liked his steaks bloody, which was unheard of in his little family. Jim made a thin joke about being extra masculine and Joyce rolled her eyes at him, cutting into her well done steak. She retorted by stating that she preferred her steak not mooing from her plate. He chuckled and the dimples in his smile made her feel weak.

The four of them slipped into an easy discussion on the next two days. Joyce will call Donald in the morning and if he didn't accept the fact he'd have to run the store without her the next two days, Jim would have to put her under house arrest. And Flo can totally run the department without him for two days. Not like she doesn't run it anyway.

Jim informed her of the reservations the boys had made for them and she hugged her eldest to her, reaching across the table for Will's hand. Jonathan assured his mother that both boys would be in school like they were supposed to be and he was totally capable of taking care of Will. He declared that Joyce's only job was to enjoy herself.

"I'll see to it that she does." Jim declared with a sly smile and Joyce shot daggers at him across the table before breaking out into a smile.

The comment hadn't gone unnoticed by the eldest of her boys who crinkled his nose. "Hey Will, I think we should head home. It's getting late." The smaller boy nodded, stifling a yawn behind his hand. He'd probably be asleep before they got home.

Unsure of what to do, Jim ruffled Will's hair before the boy stood. "Goodnight boys, be safe." He added. Joyce hugged both of her boys and thanked them for their wedding gift. Jim echoed the sentiment and signaled for the check as the boys left the restaurant.

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Joyce leaned into his side as they walked back to his truck. She'd had a glass or two of wine more than he had with dinner and her steps were unsteady. He helped her up into the truck and after shutting the door for her he slid into the driver's seat. She slid across the seat and resumed her spot under his arm as he pulled out onto the road.

She fumbled around in the glove compartment until she found the cassette she wanted and pushed it into the radio. Tom Waits' crooning voice filled the cab and her hand found it's way to his thigh, all tiny and warm on the fabric of his pants. When 'Martha' began playing she asked him to sing to her before she reached across him and rolled his window down, letting in the cool air that disheveled her curled hair. She rested her head against his chest, listening to the sound of his voice as he sang.

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In the hotel lobby he wrapped his coat around her shoulders before he took her hand and approached the desk, leaving their luggage for the bellboy. Jonathan had reserved them the honeymoon suite and Jim wondered just how long the kid had been saving up for this. The lady at the desk congratulated them and Joyce kissed his cheek.

In the empty elevator her kisses grew hungrier and he nearly knelt at her feet right there in the small room. He watched the floor numbers tick by and silently encouraged the elevator to move faster. She pulled his tie until he bent to her level and she wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering "I love you. I love you," into his ear. At the elevator's ding he swept her off her feet and carried her out of there, carrying her down the hallway and counting down the numbers on the doorways. He fumbled with the key and managed to unlock their door with one hand as she giggled, clutching his neck.

Once inside the door she slid down his body, making sure to generate as much friction as she could in doing so. His hands were shaking so badly he could barely place the 'Do not disturb' sign on the door before he locked it for the night. The room was huge and extravagantly decorated in various shades of browns and reds. It was the biggest bed he'd ever seen in a room and he immediately began visualizing the many ways he could use it to his advantage.

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Joyce had found the champagne and poured them each a glass. He downed his in one go, ready to get to the task at hand. He moved behind her and unzipped her dress with gentle hands. She let the dress fall from her body in one slip and she looked so beautiful standing in black lace, looking over her shoulder at him. He placed small kisses on her shoulder as his hands explored her body like they had so many times before.

She turned in his embrace, stepping from the pool of her dress and began unknotting his tie, pulling it loose and draping it around her own neck. She began unbuttoning his shirt painfully slow and he grew impatient quickly, swatting her hands away and doing it himself. She began working on his belt and pulled it from his pants in one swift motion.

He grabbed his undershirt by the back of the neck and pulled it over his head, tossing it across the room in the direction he'd thrown his shirt. Joyce helped him dispose of his pants and she laughed at him as he struggled to get out of his shoes and socks.

"The least sexy part of a striptease." He admitted with a grin as she kissed him. Finally down to just his boxers he grabbed the bottle of champagne and sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her to him, kissing the expanse of creamy white skin under her bra. He couldn't believe the fancy lace lingerie she'd worn just for him. Stockings, garters, she was wrapped up like a present just for him to unwrap. He downed another swig of the champagne and dispatched her bra, taking his time with placing kisses all over her torso. He got down to her stockings and heels before he knelt at her feet, arching one of her slender legs over his shoulder and moving her underwear aside.

She could barely stand under his siege and he held her steady as he worked her over. By the time he spread her out across the huge bed she was a giggly mess and he was so relieved to see the joy on her face. She reached for his boxers.

"Jim, let me-"

"No time." He commented, squirming out of them and tossing them aside. "I need to be inside of you."

She turned the bottle up to her lips and drank, enjoying the warm fuzzy feeling from the alcohol and Jim's insistent fingers working inside her. "Oh god. Chief Hopper-" She moaned and he leaned into a sloppy kiss, smiling against her lips.

"You're so beautiful, Mrs. Hopper." He said smugly as he moved down her body, undoing her garters with his teeth and running a hand beneath her panties. The blush extending from her cheeks to her neck was lovely and he stopped to kiss her collarbones.

"You're killing me here, husband." She said, reaching down to grab his ass and pull him closer.

"We've got all night for me to frustrate you as much as I want." He bragged and she squirmed under him.

"I thought you were getting impatient." She pouted. He lifted her leg and skimmed the pantyhose with his lips, placing small kisses as he went and causing her to giggle.

"I got all the time in the world for this." He kissed his way up her legs again and back to his previous task, gripping her bottom to keep her grounded. She moaned his name under him, squirming and tangling her hands in his hair until she was nearly screaming, crossing her ankles behind his neck and keeping his warm breath on her center as she came undone.

Standing, he hooked his arms around her legs and dragged her closer to the edge of the bed. Hopper tugged her panties down and tossed them across the room before taking his position between her legs. He entered her painfully slow, enjoying her wet heat.

"God, pick it up Hop." She said impatiently, turning her head to the side and gripping at the sheets. He moved his hips in and out slowly, running his hands from her hips to her knees. "You're the worst." She complained and he smiled, reaching up to circle her center.

"We've been running around having quickies when the kids weren't home. Isn't it nice to enjoy this?"

She grabbed at his ass desperately trying to get him to move faster. He pushed into her rather harshly in return and she squeaked in surprise. He began rocking into her in a gentle rhythm and she grabbed his shoulders, pulling him forward to kiss him.

"Just enjoy the ride, baby." She laughed at unintentional joke as he his teeth sought her neck, leaving love bites behind.

As he moved his fingers grasped her wrists, pressing her hands above her head with one hand. He could feel her erratic heart beat under his palm. Moving slowly, his eyes traveled over her beautiful body. Her eyes were dark with desire and she growled under him, arching her back so that her hips rolled up to meet his.

"Right there." She moaned, rolling her hips against his again. His hands skimmed the soft skin of her belly until his hands bracketed her hips and pulled them back to him harshly. "Give it to me." She moaned under him, squirming to generate friction. "Stop holding back."

He stopped completely then and wrapped her slender legs around his waist. Sliding his hands under her ass he lifted her off the bed and held her weight, sinking into her completely. He figured her bite to his neck was her seal of approval and he began moving, lifting her body up and down and meeting that sensitive spot, making her moan.

"How's this?"

Unable to speak she nodded against his neck, her hands clutching his shoulders. Her muscles began tightening around him and he moved them back to the bed, stretching out across it and holding her to his chest as they moved together. They came together with her face buried in his neck, panting and exhausted.

"Damn, damn, damn." He panted, his hands smoothing the muscles of her back until they tangled in her hair.

"I take it you enjoyed yourself?" She laughed, riding out his inhales and exhales while she lay on his chest. "You're amazing, Mrs. Hopper."

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In the shower afterwards Joyce sighed into his touch as his fingers worked the shampoo through her hair.

"So how was your big day, sweetheart?" He asked as he took the removable shower head and began washing the suds from her hair.

"Aside from my boys being born, this has been the best day of my life."

He grinned behind her and made a noise of approval. She turned to face him and embraced him, wrapping her arms around his waist. He reached above her and hung the shower head up, letting the hot water pour down onto the both of them before he placed small kisses on her forehead.

"You're part of our family now. Not that you weren't before-" she said correcting her own statement, "but now you're officially the part of my family that I've been looking for all these years."

She sniffled lightly, fighting back the tears that had been threatening to fall all day. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her while the water ran across his shoulders and down his body, shielding her from the spray.

"What if we hadn't broken up in high school? Would we have been this happy all these years?"

He inhaled sharply, still holding her upturned face, and kissed her again. "We're happy now because of all the hardships that have gotten us here. The kids being born, the other marriages, the fights, the deaths, the divorces. Loosing Will. It all lead us right here. Honestly, I wouldn't change any of it. There's no where else I'd rather be right now."

Her brown eyes darkened with thought and he bent down to kiss her nose.

"Besides maybe back in bed with you under me." He added with a smile and a wink, earning a light smack against his bare chest.