#atari and flame

"What about this one?"

"No."

"Okay. How about this one?"

"No."

"Okay... Maybe this one?"

"Yeah."

"Really? I don't know..."

"Sweetheart, just pick a damn blanket." Jim Hopper lifts his head from where his chin had been resting in his palm, his elbow on his knee, his expression one of complete and utter boredom. 

"I'm trying, Hop, I just don't know which one she'll like..."

"A blanket's a blanket, sweetheart, I'm sure Joyce'll like whichever one you pick."

Your gaze darts between the two blankets in your hands as you bite at your lower lip. 

"... What colour are their couch cushions again?"

"Jesus Christ, okay, we're going with the beige one, all right?" Getting up, Hopper gathers the various bags and boxes at his feet into his arms and hands and moves towards you, starting to herd you towards the till. 

"What, really? Oh, okay, all right, yeah, I like it." Quickly dropping the other blanket you had been holding back onto the pile, you swiftly move to the till-point and pass the blanket over to the cashier. 

After gaining yet another bag, you exit the shop, having to hold the door open for Hopper so he can pass through easily, and step out onto the street, both of you wincing as you're hit by a blast of cold air. Pushing your hand into your coat pocket, you scrabble around for a moment before pulling out a crumpled list and a pen. Mouthing the words of the various things you cross off of the list, you hear the bags rustling behind you as Hopper looks over your shoulder.

"Are we done now? You got somethin' for everyone in the whole damn town?"

Your lips twitch as you run a line through the last sentence on the list before tilting your head back to look at him.

"Yup. All done."

"Thank God, it's a Christmas miracle," he mutters, making you exhale a laugh as you lift your chin to press a gentle kiss to his jaw. 

As your eyes drop, they then settle on a store at the end of the street, and you quickly manage to stop a smile from forming. 

"Oh, hang on, there's just one more shop-"

"You can't be serious..."

"I'll be two minutes. You head on to the car and I'll meet you there, okay?"

Pressing his lips together, he huffs out a breath as he nods, kissing your cheek. "Two minutes, all right? Or there'll be trouble."

"Oh, I know there will."

"Hop, you're gonna drop them. Just come back for the rest."

"No, I'm not making two trips."

Pursing your lips to stop a smile at his grumpiness, you close the trunk of the Blazer after he manages to haul the last bag out of it. Walking behind him, you raise your eyebrows as you watch him move up the steps and into the cabin, muttering under his breath as he turns sideways to get through the door. Following him in, you close the front door as he deposits all the bags by the table and straightens up, rolling his shoulders with a grunt. 

Shrugging his coat off, he tosses it over the nearest chair along with his hat and heads to the fridge, rooting around in it and pulling out a can of beer from the back. Pushing the tab in to open it, he takes a long sip as he moves to the couch and then sinks down onto it, exhaling a long breath. 

You watch him as you slip your shoes off and sweep them aside with a foot before moving to the table. You place the boxes you're carrying on it, but keep ahold of the one bag you had brought in. Licking your lips, you turn to him, gazing at the back of his head. 

"Hop, I'm just gonna try something on that I bought, and maybe get your opinion on it?" 

"Sure, baby," he answers, not exactly enthusiastically, as he places the can on the coffee table before him and leans down to untie the laces of his boots.

Biting at your lower lip, you allow a smirk to lift your lips as you advance to the bedroom. Entering, you quickly shut the door behind yourself.

Jim kicks his boots off and sits back, his head resting back against the couch as he closes his eyes. Drawing in a long breath, he then releases it, his whole body starting to relax. He can just feel himself starting to doze off when he hears the bedroom door open. 

Opening his eyes, he lifts his head...

And stares at you.

You stand in the doorway in nothing but red lingerie. The bra is cut low, balcony style, with a thin lace detail over sheer, tightly woven mesh, your hardened nipples visible through it. Tiny black ribbons sit halfway up the straps, matching the two slightly larger ribbons that sit on your matching suspender belt, at the hips. Your panties are red lace and you can just about make out your pussy lips, the feel of the lace delicious against them. The stockings you wear, attached to the suspender belt, are black, a thick lace trim at the top of them. 

Jim's lips part as he continues to stare, his eyes travelling slowly down your body, taking you all in. His cock is already beginning to stir, his fingers gripping at the edge of the couch. 

"So, what do you think?" you murmur, your head tilting in a shamelessly coquettish manner.

His eyes flick back up to meet yours. 

There is a silent, charged moment.

"Come here." His voice is low, dangerously low.

Warmth pools in your lower stomach and spreads down to your pussy, lust thrumming deep within you.

You move towards him, your hips swaying just a little bit more than usual, your stocking-covered feet making no sound on the floor. Hopper's eyes remain locked with yours. You stop infront of him, standing inbetween his legs. His gaze drops to your panties, and you know he can see the faint wet spot forming on them. His tongue runs along the bottom of his teeth, the tip parting his lips just slightly. Your breaths start to come a little faster, your breasts rising and falling, nearly spilling over the tops of your bra.

Grazing your teeth over your lower lip, you lean over him, placing your hand on the back of the couch, your other on his shoulder, and lift your leg, settling it by his thigh. Raising the other and doing the same, you straddle his lap. He exhales a long breath as you settle on him, his head leaning back. His hands lift and one rests on your lower back, the other on your thigh. It slides up, over your suspenders, over your hip, up your stomach, up between your breasts, all the way up to the back of your neck. 

Drawing you closer, his lips find your ear and he rumbles, "I think you look fuckin' delicious."

You can't help the tingling shiver that runs down your spine at both his words and the feel of his breath on your ear. He dips his head and presses a warm, open-mouthed kiss to your neck, his tongue gliding out over your skin. A hum sounds from your throat as your eyes close, your neck arching to grant him better access. He places another kiss to your skin, then another, then another, sucking gently. It doesn't take you long to realise he's creating a mark and the thought of it only makes you wetter, your hand tightening on the back of the couch.

"Just gorgeous..." he murmurs against your skin, his hand slipping down from your lower back to your ass, squeezing a cheek firmly. 

Your lips part with a quiet gasp as your back curves involuntarily, your breasts pushing further towards him. Your movement makes his lips start to travel down until he reaches the tops of your breasts. He trails soft kisses over them for a moment or two before he finally pulls his head back, his teeth sinking into his lower lip. He looks up at you, taking in your flushed cheeks, open mouth and darkened eyes. Then his hand moves from the back of your neck and around your shoulder to your breast. 

He cups it, making sure to avoid your nipple by splaying his fingers. You swallow lightly as you arch your back just that little bit further, silently pleading for more. A faint smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth. His forefinger then curls in and he starts to slowly circle your nipple with his blunt nail. A moan falls from your lips as you grip his shoulder, your chin lifting. The sensation spreading through you from your chest is delicious but not enough, and you desperately want to squeeze your thighs together to try and soothe the ache that cries out for his touch.

He seems to take note of the look in your eyes for his thumb hooks into the top of the bra cup and pulls it down, drawing it under your breast and, in doing do, pushing it up a little, leaving it pert and ready for attention. Your nipple is aching and hard, and you moan in delight when he lowers his head and sucks it into his mouth, stroking at it with his tongue. Your hand moves from his shoulder to the back of his neck, keeping his head in place as you tip yours back and close your eyes. 

He hums around your nipple, adding to the pleasure, and gently grazes his teeth over it. You inhale sharply with a hum as you press your lips together, your stomach muscles tightening. He sucks and licks languidly, both satisfying and fuelling your desire. Hopper's hand slides from your ass to your bra and he tugs the other cup down, your breast spilling out. He wastes no time in pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers. 

The sinful moan that escapes you has him humming again, and he murmurs, "Yeah, you like that, huh...?"

He suddenly tugs harder on your nipple and you cry out softly, your forehead dipping as pleasure sparks right down to your pussy, your panties now thoroughly damp. 

"Yeah, there we go..." he murmurs, almost to himself. His other hand moves from your waist and down to your panties, and he slides his middle finger along your covered slit, making you whimper quietly as your hips buck at the first touch. 

"Jesus, baby, you're soaking... Fuck... I've gotta feel you..." Slipping your panties to the side with two fingers, he then sinks them inside you, all the way up to the knuckle.

Your mouth drops open with a sharp moan as you squeeze his shoulder, your back arching. 

"Oh, fuck, Jim..." you breathe raggedly as he curls his fingers and gently strokes inside you. "Fu-uck..."

"Mmnh... God damn, you're so wet, baby..." His head lifts from your breast, releasing your now wet and darkened nipple, and he presses a kiss under your jaw, just by your ear. "... How long were you plannin' this, huh? How long were you thinkin' about how hard you'd get my cock? About how wet you'd get? Did you get wet just thinking about it, huh? I bet your little pussy was soaking the whole drive home."

You release a low whimper as your hips start to rock, the heat curling in your stomach increasing at his sinful words. 

"Mmh, I bet it was..." His thumb suddenly starts to stroke over your clit, just as slowly as his fingers inside you. 

"Oh, fuck..." You open your eyes as your head bows, wanting to watch his fingers, and see his cock straining against his trousers. Biting at your lower lip to muffle a moan, your hand slides from his shoulder and down his chest to his belt, about to unbuckle it. 

Then, his hand swiftly moves from your breast and catches your wrist, stopping you. Looking up at him, he shakes his head as a ghost of a smirk teases at his lips.

"Ah, ah... I want to savour this, sweetheart. It's your turn to wait, don't you think?"

You stare at him, just about able to process his words as his fingers don't pause inside you.

"Now..." He lifts your hands and returns it to his shoulder. "... Be good and keep your hands where they are... Don't move them or I'll stop, all right?"

You nod, and the second you do his fingers quicken. Gasping, your eyes close as your hips buck and your nails sink into his shoulder and the back of the couch.

You want to touch him so badly. You want to grip at his hair, his clothes, his arms. You want to feel his cock, to feel just how hard he is, to feel just how wet his leaking tip is. 

"Jim..." you half moan, half whine, your head tipping to the side as you circle your hips, pleasure starting to build within you. 

"Mmh, that's it, baby..." he murmurs as your walls clench around him momentarily. "You gonna come for me?"

You can't say the words so you just nod several times, your mouth open as you breathe sharply.

"Come for me, sweetheart, come on my fingers..." he whispers into your ear, practically chanting the words quietly as he presses more firmly on your clit. He curls his fingers inside you a little more, his long, thick fingers finding the right spot and you break as he strokes at it. 

Crying out, you throw your head back as you clench around his fingers. Your hips jerk as waves of pleasure spread throughout you, drawing a series of breathy moans from your lips. He gradually slows his fingers until they stop, pulling them out of your wetness, though his thumb continues to gently stroke at your throbbing clit. 

You groan as his slick fingers tease at your pussy lips, spreading your wetness.

  "Look at me, baby..."

Your eyelids flutter open a few moments after you hear his low words, finding his gaze fixed intently on you.

"Mmnh, fuck, that was beautiful, baby... Now I want you to come again."

Your eyes widen as you pant softly, still coming down from your high even as desire shoots through you.

"Jim-" you begin to whisper.

"Come again and then you can feel my cock inside you," he murmurs, his free hand moving to your hip to hold you in position.

His wet fingers replace his thumb on your clit and he caresses you firmly and quickly, making your eyes roll back just slightly as you close them. 

"Jesus, Jim..." you breathe, inhaling a jagged breath, already feeling the pleasure that hadn't quite died down rising within you once more. 

"Come for me, baby, get nice and wet for my cock..."

His words trigger your release. Your mouth drops open as you come silently, gripping hard at his shoulder as your whole body tenses, your shoulders rising slightly and curving. A high moan escapes your throat as your hips then jerk from his touch, your clit quickly growing sensitive. Inhaling short, sharp breaths as your heart races, you slowly open your eyes. 

He's smirking faintly, his eyes dark with lust. Then, as you watch, he lifts his hand and closes his mouth over the tips of his two wet fingers. You release a tight moan at the sight just as he groans at the taste of you, and he can't control himself any longer. Dropping his hand and gripping the back of your neck, he pulls you against him once more. His mouth meets yours in a hot, burning kiss, his tongue swiftly dipping into your mouth, and you can taste yourself on him, drawing a desperate groan from your throat. 

Your hands finally move, suddenly wanting to be everywhere. You cup his face as your tongues tangle, before your hands move down, roaming the expanse of his chest and finally finding his belt. Unbuckling it, you unzip his trousers and are about to slip your hand inside when he suddenly grips your waist and twists you both, pushing you down to lie on the couch, his lips never leaving yours. 

You moan at the sudden movement, your legs quickly wrapping around his waist to keep him close against you. One of his arms settles beside your head as he teases and strokes at your mouth passionately, drawing sound after sound from you. His other hand slides down your stomach and briefly caresses over your soaking panties before he frees his cock from his clothes. His hand, wet from you and his own saliva, pumps his hard cock a few times, spreading the wetness along with that from his swollen tip. 

He groans roughly into your mouth, almost growling. His actions are hurried now, unable to deny or control himself any longer. Quickly dropping his hand from his cock, he tugs your panties aside before gripping his cock once more and guiding his tip to your entrance. He pushes into you in one, smooth thrust, filling you completely. Your lips tear from his as you cry out, your back arching. Your delighted cry mingles with his growl and you have no time to recover as he begins to fuck you, thrusting in and out of you rapidly. 

His hand grips tightly at your panties, keeping your hips in place, and his head drops down into the crook of your neck. He presses sloppy kisses to your skin as he groans with each thrust inside your wet heat, stretching you perfectly.

You're unaware of how hard your nails are digging into his back as you grip on to him; you're not going to last long and neither will he. You know he's nearing his release as he starts to growl into your ear.

"Come on, baby, come on, need to feel you on my cock, come on, come on... oh, fuck..."

Still keeping a tight hold on your panties, his thumb then presses down on your sensitive clit once more. A yell of his name escapes you before you can stop it, your slick walls clenching so tightly around him and it is his undoing. Your wetness coats his cock and he releases a long, low groan as he thrusts inside of you one last time, spilling his come inside you. 

You can only gasp weakly as strong waves of pleasure ripple through you again and again, your breaths sharp as your heart pounds in your chest. He curses incoherently into your neck as his hips buck, riding out his own high. 

After several moments, your head finally tips back as you pant, your hands falling from his back and onto the couch. You focus on trying to control your breathing as he doesn't move on top of you, your eyes closed. 

Silence, only punctuated by your breaths, stretches on.

Then, he slowly relaxes his hold on your panties and his hand slides over your hip and onto the couch, finding yours. Settling on top of it, his thumb gently caresses your skin. Licking your swollen lips, your eyes open just as his head lifts a little, and he presses a tender kiss to your jaw.

"You okay, sweetheart?" he murmurs, brushing his nose against your jaw, his beard tickling you lightly. 

You swallow and raise your eyebrows a little as you realise your legs are trembling slightly. He pulls his head back to gaze at you when you don't answer after a moment, his arm beside your head readjusting so he can stroke your hair with his finger tips. 

"Baby, are you okay?"

You blink slowly, slightly dazed.

"See, Hop...? Some... Sometimes waiting can be good." A breathless smile pulls at your lips, and he exhales a laugh at your faintly smug expression.

"Yeah..." he whispers as he brushes his lips against yours. "... Maybe waitin' isn't so bad after all."

"Oh my God. Hopper."

"Mmff."

"Hopper, look." 

"Mmmmfff."

"Hopper." 

Darting back over to the bed, you shake his shoulder.

"Mmmff, Jesus, wha-what, what's happened?" he grumbles as his eyes open blearily, his head turning to you.

Grinning, you point at the window. "It's snowed." 

"... What?" 

"It's snowed, Hop, come and look." Moving back to the window, you lean against the window frame, cupping your face in your hands as you gaze at the clean, untouched snow outside. "It's so gorgeous... All the kids'll be happy. I didn't believe the radio when they said it, but here we are. We can all go for a walk later, after we've had lunch... Can't we? Hop?" Looking over your shoulder, you see that his head has turned away from you and his eyes have closed, his lips parted.

"Hop."

Padding over to him, you sit on the edge of the bed and lean over, your hands either side of him. 

"Hop. Hopper. Jim."

His eyes open just slightly.

"... Jim, it's snowed."

  Heaving a very large sigh, his arms suddenly wrap around you and he pulls you down and rolls you both over, half lying on you with his face pressed into your neck. Huffing out a breath, you can't help but smile as you catch your lower lip between your teeth. Gently tapping his back with your finger tips, you shift slightly. 

"Jim, come on... Jane'll want to go out in it the moment she wakes up and sees it, which'll probably be in five seconds."

"Mmff."

"And it's pretty thick out there so that means we can make a snowman or three."

"No, it means I've got to clear it all so we can drive out," he mumbles against your skin, still not moving.

You shift again as his beard tickles your neck, your fingers running through his hair. "Well, I'll help you do it if you get moving. Right now." 

He inhales slowly, his hold on you tightening slightly as his lips brush against your skin. "Mmnh... That doesn't sound fun..." He begins to press soft kisses along your shoulder, mumbling, "That doesn't sound fun at all..." 

"Jim..." Your warning tails off into a breathy sigh as his lips move to your neck, your eyes closing.

He hums in response, his kisses travelling up to your jaw as one of his hands slides out from under you and-

Then you hear a loud exclamation coming from outside the bedroom door, accompanied by insistent knocking. 

"Snow! There's snow!"

Jim pauses as you bite at your lower lip to try and stop a laugh, your eyes opening. The knocking continues and his head drops down onto your shoulder with a quiet groan.

"Yeah, comin' in a second, kid," he calls as you grin, patting his back gently.

"Come on, Chief, we've been summoned."

"... now just move your arms and legs, like you're doing a star jump. There we go. Keep moving them, just a few more times... Aaand stop."

Carefully pushing yourself up, you get to your feet and step away from where you'd just been laying. Reaching a hand out, you help El up and brush some snow off of her back before placing your hands on your hips. Looking down, you both gaze at the snow angels you've just made, a smile on your lips. 

"Not too bad, huh?" you say, nudging your elbow against her shoulder gently.

"Pretty," she agrees with a nod, her smile mirroring your own.

"Hey, I'm sure they do look great but I believe someone promised they would help me."    

One side of El's mouth lifts higher as she looks up at you, and you arch an eyebrow, trying to hide your own amusement.

"I don't believe I promised anything, Hopper. I believe there was some sort of negotiation that one of the two parties didn't exactly participate in." 

You hear some muttered grumblings and turn, wrapping your arm around El's shoulders as she turns with you. Hopper stands halfway down the drive you had both cleared the month before to make access to the cabin easier, one hand on his hip, the other resting on top of a spade. He'd cleared a good third of the snow from it, but was evidently getting bored. 

Raising an eyebrow, his gaze flicks between the pair of you. "Could we reopen negotiations?"

"... Nah."

You and El quickly break apart, a gasp coming from her and a laugh from you as Hopper uses the spade to thrust a large quantity of snow in your direction. Stooping, you swiftly gather snow into your hands and mould it into a snowball. Moving your arm back, you tilt your head and raise your eyebrows.

"Hey, no. No. Don't you dare-"

"Oh, and why not? Scared, Chief?" 

"Scared? Oh, sweetheart..." A smirk hints at the corners of his mouth. "If you throw that snowball, you're declaring war."

"Well, that is how most negotiations end." Your arm moves back just a little bit further before you swing it forward, launching the snowball at him. 

Hopper, throwing the spade down, quickly dodges out of the way and scoops snow up, hurling a snowball back at you. Darting behind a tree just in time, you wait a few moments before peering out... Then you abruptly pull your head back just in time as another snowball whizzes past you. 

"Oh, Hop, you're gonna have to try a little better than that," you call out, a thoroughly smug smirk spreading across your features.

"Oh, like this?" 

Before you can whip round to face him, snow is suddenly shoved down the back of your neck. Yelling even as you laugh, his arms swiftly wrap around your waist, stopping you from getting away. Wriggling as you feel the snow sliding down your spine, you still can't help but grin.

"Urghhh, Hopper, God damn it, that's not fair... Jane, Jane, get him, please!"

Looking over at her as you struggle, just knowing Hopper's got the smuggest look on his face, you watch her try and make a snowball, though she uses too much force from her palms, the snow crumbling in her hands.

"Looks like we are gonna have to reopen those negotiations, huh?"

"Oh, just shut up, Hopper, you absolu-"

Then a snowball hits him in the face. As he grunts and releases you, stumbling back a few steps, you lift your head, mouth open, to look at El. She blinks and quickly moves her hands behind her back. Clapping your hand over your mouth, though it's unable to hide the fact that you're grinning, your head whips to the side to look at Hopper. A baffled expression is written across his features as he tries to process what just happened, wiping snow off of his cheeks. 

A snort escapes you before you can stop it.

His eyes flick over to you and he clenches his jaw, though you can see he's trying to not laugh himself. Taking a step back, you glance over at El, lowering your hand from your mouth.

"Oh, Jane, you're my hero."

"You know..." Hopper drawls casually, brushing snow off of his beard with his fingers, "... She didn't warn you when I had that whole pile of snow in my hand."

Your lips twitch and you turn your head to look at her, feigning betrayal as you press your hand against your chest.

"Oh... Is that so?"

Her eyes widen as they dart from you, to him and back. 

"Well, then..." Your tone is just as casual as Hopper's as you continue, slowly bending down to scoop snow up into your hands and mould it. "It looks like we've got us a snow war on our hands."

Straightening up, you suddenly spin and hurl the snowball at Hopper, watching it smack against his chest. Laughing as he grunts, you and El, grinning, both dive for cover behind trees, quickly beginning to make snowballs.

"Oh, both of you are so dead..."