He likes that. Specifically, he likes it in Molly, but Hopper's always been a sucker for a woman who can give him shit. It's sexy as hell, especially when he's always so much bigger than that are and even though he'd never use his size to be an asshole about anything, there's the knowledge that he could. And she's giving him a hard time anyway.

"Better bring my A game," he says as he runs one hand over her torso, up from her slim waist, over the swell of her breast. His mouth travels from hers at the same time, pressing kisses against her jaw, then the long line of her throat, her shoulder.

"Or maybe I'll be the loud one," he teases with a laugh, his thumb brushing her nipple as he speaks. "And it's your A game we're going to see tonight."