Chapter Text
September, 1988
Joyce felt the dull, aching pain begin in her shoulders and end toward her lower hip; worsening with each movement as she trudged up the cabin’s wooden steps. Of course, she had been prompted to bend over backwards at work all day, in which Donald had her performing some heavy lifting for incoming delivery orders. For nine hours.
Easing her way toward the kitchen, Joyce flipped on the light and pondered dinner options. Tonight, it would most likely consist of something that could easily be tossed into a dish and put into the oven with very little prepping involved. Casserole it is.
Moving towards the fridge, she noticed a yellow sticky note attached to its surface, and she picked it up to inspect.
“Staying the night at Dustin’s.
Be back in the morning.
Love you,
-Will”
She smiled. Well, that would make dinner even easier.
Abandoning the dish on the counter for the time being, Joyce felt a reliving sigh leave her lungs as she sat on the couch for the first time all day. Her fingers fumbled for the remote and she plunged around the different channels until Cheers fluttered onto the screen. It was a great episode; a rerun from the Diane days, and she hardly knew she was beginning to fall asleep until her eyes drifted close.
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A warm, crochet blanket softly drifted across her body, and she felt herself snuggling deeper into the patched fabric. Joyce gently fluttered her eyes open to reveal Hopper stooping down to place a gentle kiss upon her forehead. She hummed.
“Hey,” he greeted; peering down at her petite frame all cuddled up in the soft blanket. It didn’t last very long though, because at the silence coming from the television set, Joyce popped her head up- beginning to stir.
“No no no, go back to sleep, honey. Get some more rest.”
“W-what about dinner? I was gonna-” her voice was cut off by a glance at the clock mounted on the far wall. 8:00. Shit. She had been asleep for three hours.
“Shh, Joyce. It’s okay I can take care of it.”
He smelled of cigarettes and the crisp fall air from outside. Joyce looked up at him to find him still in uniform. “B-but you just got home, Hop. The least I can do is get something going-”
Bending down, he placed two large hands on her shoulders and grabbed them firmly. She stilled.
“Stop, you need rest, Joyce.” Oh, how she adored the ways in which he was able to ground her…. To tether her perfectly to the surface when her mind began to scramble. He had her.
Every time.
At that, Hopper rubbed his thumbs along her shoulder blades in an act of comfort, unaware of her aching joints. Joyce whimpered, despite herself. He stopped immediately.
“What’s wrong? Does something hurt?”
She shifted slightly. “No-no it feels- well yes, it’s just this pain in my shoulders, but what you did felt; uh, it felt nice.”
Hopper smirked. She almost felt compelled to roll her eyes.
“Oh you mean-”
He rubbed again. Joyce moaned quietly.
“-like this?”
She nodded; closing her eyes.
With an eager grin, Hopper sat down onto the couch next to her and swiped the blanket off her body. He arranged himself to lie down lengthwise from one edge of the furniture to the other; encouraging Joyce to sit in his lap. She hummed appreciatively, blushing. A mellow, plush feeling lit her nerve-endings like a candle as she gently nestled her head against his chest- comforted with the warm feeling his body produced against hers.
He began a slow, focused knead on both of her shoulders. “How’s that?”
Joyce whimpered; her brows creased together. Due to how large his hands were compared to her small frame; he was able to cover lots of surface area. Hitting all the right places- and it felt so good. He chuckled, and she felt the rough timbre warm her gently. She bit her lip.
They kept at that for quite some time, with Joyce melting into his touch; his breathing growing ragged in her ear. It wasn’t until very long that she began to feel…… hot. Warm to the touch.
In all honesty, she just wanted a nice, comforting massage until they figured out the dinner situation. Then, heading to bed not too long after that. Sex wasn’t on the table. Well, that was the case until she felt herself having to squeeze her legs together upon every rough touch of his fingers. Joyce sighed.
Fuck it.
Crossing her arms, she swiftly lifted her shirt up and over her head, leaving her freckled cleavage and plain white bra to Hopper’s stunned gaze. Joyce shook out her hair, tossing the fabric to the floor as she gazed up at him from below her dainty lashes.
She got him.
Hopper’s lips were on hers in an instant, both groaning in tandem the second contact was made. “So sexy,” he ground out, palms reaching out to grab her breasts; sighing at the softness. Joyce whimpered as she shifted her hips against his, falling lengthwise onto the couch in the other direction- taking him down with her.
“Off,” she murmured, his lips licking a path down her neck. She fumbled with the button to her blue jeans, squirming against him with panting breaths. To her relief, Hopper gladly took the initiative and helped her the rest of the way
“Show me honey,” his voice was hot in her ear, and Joyce felt herself melt- a blushing sigh leaving her swollen lips. “Show me want you want….”
Swiftly, her hands reached out to grab his face in return, nipping at his ear lobe. “I want you to-” her face grew hot in embarrassment, but that quickly faded the second he groaned at her soothing licks.
“... to taste me…” Joyce finished- trembling.
Like a switch had suddenly been flicked, Hopper was pouncing off the couch- unhooking her bra as he kneeled between her thighs in an instant; panting with delirious want. She smiled as she lay enamoured above him to view his love-struck gaze upon her body. Loving the way he made her feel worshipped.
Placing slow, melting kisses up her legs with feather-light touches, he tucked his fingers at the sides of her white panties before tugging them down her legs- leaving her completely bare and exposed to the cabin’s semi-frigid air in the middle of the living room. The red-hot rosy blush steadily creeping up her neck kept her warm.
Thank God they were the only ones home.
“This is gonna help you relax, honey….” he grumbled gently; sweeping a long lick across her entrance.
Immediately, Joyce cried out; jaw dropping “Yes.”
With his mouth suckling against her center and his strong arms keeping her in place, she wondered if this was the place where she truly belonged for the rest of her life. Her happy place.
Hopper rubbed her thighs affectionately with each swipe of his tongue, gazing up from between her legs with bright blue eyes; Joyce intently gazed back- wishing she could capture this moment forever. Nestle it deep within her heart. In the places that only he was allowed to truly see.
Joyce pulled forward to wind her hands in his hair, whimpering loudly now as he suckled onto her clit. Her back bowed as she rolled her hips against his face, desperate to cum. Desperate for her body to find release and to wallow in the soft, velvety pleasure of post-orgasmic bliss that solemnly waited on the other side.
“Yeah?” she heard him question, muffled between her thighs. Joyce nodded, jaw falling slack to let out more desperate, angelic sounds.
The hand that clutched her left thigh began making its way up her body, tenderly holding into her face. She could have sighed at the softness, until his two middle fingers probed gently and she immediately caught on; suckling them between her soft lips with a moan.
Once her tongue darted down to lick at his knuckles, Hopper was satisfied, and he pulled his hand back between her legs gingerly.
Joyce felt her entire body sway in his favor as he slowly inserted both fingers. She dared to peek down and was met with the sinful sight of him eagerly watching his digits disappear inside her- his moustache glistening in the low, warm light.
“Fuck.” her hips moved insistently now, and he chuckled before diving back in once more.
With his two large fingers tucked up inside her, she felt so deliriously full. Joyce couldn’t even remember why she was exhausted in the first place. All what she could see, feel, and concentrate on was him. The crude sounds of her desire between her thighs mingled with her own sharp sounds made her clench around him, and she felt herself climbing even closer to the edge; heart racing as her body tightened.
“You gonna cum?” he panted.
As Joyce held onto his hair with white knuckles she hummed in reply; bottom lip between her teeth. Hopper smirked and worked his hand and mouth even faster until she was teetering on that beautiful precipice- looking down onto the blissful fall.
“Let go for me, honey.” He was earnestly suckling her now- as if he was kissing her there. Fingers quicking, her pulse racing. “It’s gonna feel so good….” and that sent her flying.
Beautiful, white sparks of heat burst behind her eyes as well as between her thighs- Joyce let out a bitten back scream.
“Fuck, that’s it… just like that.” Hopper encouraged as he held her body down against his strong arms; the force of her orgasm lifting her up and off the couch, into his touch. She clenched hard onto his fingers- she could feel it, and her breath hitched as he cleaned her off her essence, humming in contentment as he did so.
As soon as it was over, Joyce slumped onto the couch with a heavy sigh. She smiled brightly as sparkling warm light held her in the palm of its hand, and the gentle afterglow of her orgasm dripped against her soft skin like honey. Her worries of the day suddenly vanished, and the last thing she felt was the scrape his beard, a gentle kiss placed upon her temple.
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Joyce opened her eyes slowly. She was in their bed, nude except for the plush comforter tucked neatly to her chin.
As she reveled in the absence of the non-existence ache that previously pelted her shoulders, she welcomed the warm delectable smell that drifted into their bedroom. Joyce turned over with a soft sound to the sight of Hopper carrying two blue bowls and a spoon in each hand. Laying next to her on the mattress, he handed her one, and she peered down at the mixture inside.
The casserole. She smiled warmly at the sweet gesture, nestling into his shirtless side. Hopper placed a kiss on her head.
“Better?” he asked.
“Better.”
How the hell did she get so lucky?