[COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON 5]
Ana Thompson always seems to wind up in the strangest predicaments...
A perpetual victim of Murphy's Law, Ana finds herself arriving in Hawkins, Indiana just prior to the events of November 6th, 1983.
And, just prior to f...
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"HEAVEN ON EARTH, what have you done?" Ana exclaimed, aghast. She might as well be clutching her pearls from the shock of the sight before her.
"What? You said Tom Selleck was hot." Hopper's defense was weak, at best. Sure, Selleck had looked mighty fine in High Road to China, but Ana's comment on such had hardly been a call to action.
"I did, but that didn't mean I wanted you to go and get rid of the beard." No, this drastic measure had Smokey and the Bandit written all over it. Was this one of those midlife crises Ana had always heard rumors about? She supposed that was the risk you run when saddling yourself to an older man.
"So you don't like it?' Hopper asked, wrapping his arms around her middle from behind, and attaching his lips to that spot on Ana's neck that always left her speechless. The dinner she had been preparing in their kitchen was left entirely abandoned.
"It tickles," she let out breathily while his mouth continued its path, unabated, along her nape.
"I wonder," he said as he nipped at the sensitive skin, and she could feel the grin rising across his wandering lips, "if it tickles everywhere?"
Before Ana had any time to prepare herself, she was spun around and lifted onto the kitchen counter beside the forgotten vegetables she had previously been cutting. Hopper seemed mighty pleased with himself at the surprised gasp that fell from her lips.
"What about Eleven?" Ana found the sense to question, while Hopper worked on the button of her jeans.
"She's at Mike's until 8:00," he answered distractedly, finally unfastening the barrier and moving onto her zipper.
Ana grabbed Hopper's jaw and pulled him in for one final, passionate kiss before he yanked the aforementioned jeans to her ankles, and kneeled on the tile before her.
Her head hit the kitchen cabinets with a resounding thud, but neither the reverberating sound nor accompanying sting could distract her from the feeling of Hopper's lips blazing a trail up her exposed thighs.
It turns out that the mustache did tickle everywhere, but Ana found that she didn't mind the new sensation all that much...even if she did still miss the beard.
But, the thought was driven from her mind when his mouth landed just where Hopper's journey had intended upon taking him, earning a throating moan from Ana for its efforts.
