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“I really am amazing.”
Hopper was frustrated to say the least. He was supposed to be out of here long before now, but Mrs. Conway was still sitting in front of him, blabbing away about some kids in cars speeding past her house on Glenn Street in the middle of the night. She was infamous round the station for making a mountain out of a mole hill. She was a regular visitors, usually coming in around two, three times a month with some outrageous accusation. Usually, Hopper didn’t mind all too much when she came by, her stories always made for good shit-talking fuel with the deputies. But today he had somewhere to be.
He and Joyce had plans to meet on her lunch break. They were going to head out in the Blazer to the lookout point for a little, ahem, afternoon delight. Joyce had joked that they were sneaking around like teenagers, they might as well act like it. Besides they barely had any alone time together what with jobs and kids. So this was the best they could come up with.
He had been eagerly anticipating lunch time the whole morning, every minute that past was agonisingly slow. And now the time had arrived, and here was Mrs. Conway, still biting his ear off with tales of noisy engines that had somehow transpired into a story about a car crash back in the 60s but Hopper had tuned out minutes beforehand and now couldn’t take his eyes off of the clock behind her head. It was now 1:43 p.m., he was supposed to have left thirteen minutes ago. And despite his best attempts to get Flo to take her off his hands, the woman had persisted.
It was then that he heard the voices from outside the door, his ears immediately perked up at the sound of raised tones. It sounded like Flo was shouting.
“You can’t go in there!” turned out Flo was indeed shouting as the voices got closer and closer to the door.
“The hell I can’t!” another female voice yelled back. It appeared to be a voice on the move, a voice Hopper had been hearing a lot lately. He picked his head up to listen closer.
“Joyce, I told you, just wait a minute-“
But Joyce didn’t wait a minute. Instead she burst into the room, guns blazing. Before he could take a moment to appreciate the sight of his… his… of her, he then noticed the wild look in her eyes and the frantic expression on her face. Hopper was immediately on high alert.
“Chief, I tried to tell her…” Flo trailed off as she let out an exasperated sigh.
“It’s alright, Flo,” he held up a hand to her in reassurance but never took his eyes off a panicked looking Joyce. “What’s wrong, Joyce?” he sat forward, giving her his full attention.
“Someone…some…” she was panting and held a hand up to her forehead, trying to find the words. “Someone is in my house!” she eventually exclaimed, causing Hopper’s eyebrows to hit the roof. Who the hell could be in her house? All kinds of theories of government snooping to robbers to hired assassins ran through his head as he rose to his feet.
“Excuse me, Mrs. Byers but I believe I was speaking to-“
“Mrs. Conway this is urgent!” Joyce cut her off abruptly, holding up a finger to her, silencing the older woman. “I’m sure it’s super important what you have to say to the Chief but there is someone in my god damn house!”
The shocked expression on the uptight Mrs. Conway’s face would’ve made Hopper snort with laughter. But this wasn’t the time. Mrs. Conway got up from her chair and gaped at Joyce before turning her head towards Hopper.
“Flo can you take her out of here and get a phone number,” he said in a voice he tried desperately to sound calm. Of course they had her phone number, but he hoped it gave her a sense that they were doing something and she could be on her way. “Mrs. Conway I’m real sorry and I will call you later this afternoon, but Joyce is right, this is an urgent matter,” he said quickly when he saw her mouth open to retaliate.
Flo was already leading the gobsmacked woman away as she let out a gasp of “well I never!” As they left Joyce began desperately pacing his office, muttering to herself possibilities of who could be in the house and if her boys were okay. When the door shut behind them, Hopper rushed round to Joyce and bent down in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders, concern all over his face as he searched to meet her eyes.
“Joyce, tell me what you saw…” he was about to begin his interrogation when Joyce’s eyes met his and her lips curled into a mischievous smirk. Confusion coursed through him as he looked at her dumbfounded. “Joyce…?” was all he could say.
“Y’know, sometimes this whole ‘crazy Joyce Byers’ thing really works to my advantage,” she giggled ever so slightly as realisation swept over him and his face softened. Her smile only grew as she watched the pieces come together in his eyes. “When you didn’t show up I figured something was holding you up. Then when I saw Mrs. Conway’s car parked out front I thought I’d come to your rescue.”
She had been faking. Faking a whole outburst just to get Mrs. Conway to leave. He sighed before the smile reached his mouth and he quickly kissed her forehead for being the genius she was. “You are just…” he trailed off as the smile spread across his face, staring at her in complete admiration.
“I know,” she rolled her eyes, the smirk on her face had now stretched into a full Cheshire grin. “I really am amazing.”
After they both let out a quick laugh, his lips were on hers in an instant. He kissed her with all the want he had been harbouring all day for her. He didn’t start the kiss off slow as he normally did, he kissed her with the fervour he had for her, and she was giving it right back to him as her arms looped around his neck, pulling him down to her as his hands went to her waist. But it wasn’t enough. He needed more of her. With an impatient growl, he grabbed hold of her ass and picked her up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist with a pleasantly surprised squeak.
Not breaking his lips from hers, he moved them to his desk and sat her down on top. His own hunger for her was clearly reciprocated as Joyce’s lips suddenly moved down to his neck in a parade of long and hard kisses, dancing around his more than sensitive jugular, driving him crazy.
“We should probably get going…” he groaned, his lips curling into a smile when she didn’t stop. “I don’t know if I can control myself much longer…”
“Then don’t,” she murmured between kisses. He gently tore away from her then and furrowed his brows, looking down at her with a curious expression. She was looking at him up and down, taking him in, already undressing him with her eyes. “I only have another twenty minutes,” her eyes met his in a challenging manner before she nodded to the wall behind him. “Lock the door.”
His eyes lit up like a child on Christmas and Joyce almost burst out laughing at the excited grin on his face. He practically pounced toward the door before locking it. He walked back over to her, taking his time as to take in the sight of her, perched on his desk, a red blush on her cheeks and hair already a mess before they’d even truly started. He held up a finger to her as he reached her.
“You are just simply…”
“I know, I know,” she rolled her eyes again before meeting his eyes with a mesmerising smile. “Amazing.”