A/N: Hello everyone!! This is my very first M rated piece! I'm quite excited about it, actually, and I hope that it is worthy of posting and not goddawful. I wrote this as a part of the Guilty Pleasures challenge. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own THAT 70S SHOW nor The Who's TOMMY.

See Me, Feel Me

It had been two months into the New Year and decade for the gang in the basement, but they were still in stasis from the 70s: sitting in the basement, going to the Hub, smoking pot, etcetera. The only large changes that had taken place since New Years were that 1) it was official that both Donna and Eric were leaving for Madison in the fall, and 2) Jackie and Fez had broken up. Neither changes were big surprises, for any of them. In fact, Jackie and Fez had lasted exactly three weeks after New Years, and then she'd decided that they were better as friends. While Fez would have been content kissing Jackie forever, even if she never loved him, she was not happy with it. Not only because she wasn't really attracted to him, but because she didn't want to hurt him in the long run. It was one of the most selfless things she'd done.

So now on this frigid February day, the gang was sitting in the basement watching TV. Well, part of the gang. Eric and Donna were on the couch, Jackie next to them, and Hyde was in his chair.

"Ugh, can we please watch something else?" Jackie asked. "Reruns of 'The Brady Bunch' can be really trying."

"I thought you liked this show," Donna said.

"Yeah, when I was twelve," Jackie muttered. "No one's life is this perfect!"

"Wow, she's actually figured it out," Hyde said, cruelly. Jackie shot him a glare, and then snorted. She was in an especially bad mood that day, as she'd been looking for a new job and as of yet had no success. Not to mention that she'd certainly received a big fat 'I told you so' from her friends about her and Fez.

"I figured it out a long time ago, Steven," Jackie said, somewhat sadly.

"Where is Fez today, anyway?" Eric asked, and Donna hit him on the shoulder for his insensitive use of segue. "Ow!! I.. Oh. Sorry, Jackie." It wasn't even a sensitive subject for her anymore, but the fact they acted as if it were irritated her.

"No no no, don't be sorry," she said. "He has a long afternoon at the salon today. He said he'd stop by tonight…. Can we please change the channel? If Cindy lisps one more time-!"

"Okay okay," Donna said, and flipped it. On the screen, rock music blared through. "What's this?" Roger Daltry and Ann Margaret were seen, and Hyde chuckled.

"Oh they can't be serious," he said.

"What is this?" Eric asked, but the TV was more than willing to answer it for him.

"For one night only, in honor of Roger Daltry's birthday, the Point Place Theater will be showing a midnight screening of 'Tommy', the legendary rock opera by The Who."

"This movie is just ridiculous," Hyde muttered, and Donna and Eric nodded. Jackie had gotten very quiet as the ad continued.

"See Roger Daltry as Tommy, the Deaf Mute Blind boy who can play pinball like a pro. Hear the music by Pete Townsend on our speaker system. Feel the emotion of 'Tommy'. March 1st at Midnight."

"I'll stick to the album, thanks," Hyde said. "Though I lost it… But still, it's better than the movie ever was."

"Oh, it looks like it could be fun," Donna said. "I mean, I love The Who, Eric, maybe we should go."

"We could go…" Eric said, and Jackie stood up.

"I'm going to go home," she said, voice clipped.

"Is everything okay?" Donna asked.

"We aren't watching 'The Brady Bunch' anymore," Hyde scoffed, and Jackie was already out the door. "Jeeze, she's nuts."

"We've always known that," Eric said.

Jackie got home, rushed to her room, and slammed the door. She rummaged through her box of albums, frantically. That commercial had set something off in her. Something that she had felt inexplicably for months, unless it was a simple matter of association. She fingered through the box, and then found the album she was looking for. Had she not been so bitter, she would have felt bad about stealing Hyde's album. She held up 'Tommy' looking at the crisscross design on the cover and smiling a little bit. She had taken it a day after Sam had shown up and ruined everything. It wasn't difficult. She knew where all his albums were kept, and she just stomped into his room, grabbed it, and left. He'd never suspect her. After all, why would Jackie want The Who?

Jackie set it on her turntable, and lit some candles. She didn't know there was a movie. That was probably just as well that she hadn't seen it. She climbed up on her bed, and let the music pour into her ears, fully and freely.

Got a feelin' 21 is gonna be a good year,

Especially if you and me see it in together.

So you think 21 is gonna be a good year?

Could be good for me and her but you and her?

No never!

I had no reason to be over optimistic,

But somehow when you smile, I could brave bad weather.

She then reached into her nightstand drawer. She had something there that had helped her through almost a year of no sex whatsoever. After all, it had been since Steven. A little doohickey she had purchased at one of those stores she had to enter while wearing big sunglasses was in her hand, and she fingered it gingerly. It had been advertised as a 'body massager', but everyone knew better. She turned it on, and the constant buzz made her smile a little bit. She crawled under the covers, and unfastened her skirt, slipping it down around her ankles.

As she placed the vibrator where it was most comfortable, she just closed her eyes, and listened to Roger Daltry's voice as he played multiple characters in the rock opera. God, it was magical, and she felt her orgasm build slowly as it massaged her clit continuously.

While Jackie went on her amazing journey, Fez walked into the apartment. His last client had to cancel, so he was just happy enough to come home and relax. He hung up his coat, and heard the music coming from Jackie's room.

"Jackie?" he called. "Jackie, why are you listening to The Who?" She didn't answer, the music was probably too loud, so he just decided to ask her. He never had to knock before, so why should he start now?

He opened the door, and saw Jackie arching her back, moaning loudly as her ecstasy burst forth. She was basically writhing on the bed, and had he never done what she was doing before he would have mistook her for being completely off her rocker.

Fez, shocked and embarrassed by what he saw, turned and left the room closing the door quietly. He didn't want her to be embarrassed too, and knew that she hadn't noticed that he'd seen her. Of course, had she noticed, she would have killed him then and there. Instead, she writhed in pleasure and let out a strangled shriek of pleasure.

What about the boy?

What about the boy?

What about the boy, he saw it all!

Jackie fell back on her pillow, blissfully. The music was just amazing, and these orgasms she would get were some of the best of her life. She giggled a little bit, and clutched her pillow to her chest. My God, I could do this all day long, she thought, and ran a hand through her hair. Perhaps she could do it all day, at least until she was in a better mood. With a couple more rounds of this it wouldn't be too tough.

You didn't hear it you didn't see (I saw it!).

You won't say nothin' to no one,

Never in your life. You never heard.

How silly it seems without any proof.

You didn't hear it, you didn't see.

Never heard it, not a word of it.

You won't say nothing to no one,

Never tell a soul what you know is the truth.

Fez, on the other hand, was less than feeling good. His ex would never touch him, but she'd get off to a voice and music. It was sort of insulting. And while he'd hoped he'd see Jackie in that state many times before, he'd wanted to be the one making her that way. But apparently only Pete Townsend's music and Roger Daltry's voice could do that now. He felt dirty seeing that, and had to leave the apartment. He rushed out.

And Jackie sighed happily, for right now only the music mattered.

Got a feelin' 21 is gonna be a good year.

Especially if you and me see it in together/

Got a feelin' 21 is gonna be a good year.

Especially if you and me see it in together.

I had no reason to be over optimistic,

But somehow when you smile, I could brave bad weather.

What about the boy?

Eric and Hyde were in the basement playing cards, when Fez walked in slowly.

"Hey Fez, we didn't expect to see you here, didn't you have appointments all day?" Eric asked.

"It was cancelled," Fez said, monotone. Hyde and Eric continued playing cards.

"Well you missed Donna and Jackie," Eric continued. "Donna had to go cover a shift at the station, and I don't know what happened to Jackie."

"She got all weird and left," Hyde said. "Man, the girl is nuts."

"You've been complaining about her throughout this entire game," Eric said. "Ya wanna talk about why?"

"No," Hyde snapped. Eric shrugged, and then looked at Fez.

"Hey Fez, what's going on?" he asked. "You've been awfully quiet. And you haven't touched the candy that's been sitting on the table. What give?"

"I SAW JACKIE PLEASURING HERSELF!" he exclaimed, and Hyde and Eric both dropped their cards.

"You WHAT?!" they both exclaimed.

"It's true!! It's truuuuuuuuue," Fez wailed. "She didn't want pleasure from me but she will pleasure herself!"

"Fez man, you have to have seen something else," Hyde said. "Jackie doesn't masturbate. She can't even say parts of the female anatomy without turning red! You must have seen something else. You must have. It must have been something-."

"Else?" Fez asked, sitting on the couch next to Eric. "Tell me what else this could be! Jackie, under the covers, arching her back, moaning in PLEASURE!"

"…. Maybe she was having a nightmare," Eric said.

"Maybe she was possessed by the devil," Hyde offered.

"Does the Devil listen to The Who?" Fez demanded.

"Well now I know you're lying," Hyde said. "Jackie doesn't masturbate and she DEFINITELY doesn't like The Who."

"It sounds to me that she likes them a LOT," Eric said, and snickered, and both Fez and Hyde shot him a look. "What?"

"Fez, are you sure?" Hyde asked.

"Of course I'm sure!" Fez snapped.

"Jackie masturbates to The Who," Eric said, and began to ponder. "… That's actually kind of sexy……. Kind of REALLY sexy."

"I knew she had her kinks, but that?" Hyde asked. He was flabbergasted. The ide of his ex touching herself to The Who, to ANY rock music, was incredibly unbelieveable. Incredibly ludicrous. Incredibly….

Hot, actually. It was incredibly hot. Now to say that Hyde hadn't thought about Jackie in that way since he dumped her for Sam would be a big fat lie. He'd thought about Jackie Burkhart every day of his fake marriage, every day after his fake marriage, and every day she was with Fez. He had also been trying to think of ways to get her back into bed, but she was so mad at him he never thought it would work. There had been a few attempts. There was the time that she was reaching into the fridge and he tickled her side, to which she kicked him in the shin. Then there was the time that he sat next to her on the couch, putting his arm around her, in which she stood up and sat on the chair. And then there was New Years…. He'd planted a drunken kiss on her lips, and she had looked at him with a sultry gaze… until Fez began his tirade, and she ran from the Foreman house. They had broken up shortly after that. Hyde was beginning to think that he was never going to get her back in bed.

But now he had a strategy.

"What Who was it?" Hyde asked.

"I don't know, but it was them," Fez said. "Ai, I don't know if I'll be able to look her in the eyes ever again. She was just so….. she was a GODDESS, prettier than I've ever seen her."

"Yeah…" Hyde agreed, and tapped a finger to his lips. "Okay, was it from 'Who's Next'?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" Fez exclaimed. "Stop!! I'm done reminiscing!! This is the worst thing I could have ever seen!"

"Fez, you peep on girls all the time," Eric said.

"I'll never peep again."

"Ha!" Eric laughed.

At that moment Jackie walked in, a large smile across her face. All three of them looked at her.

"Hey boys," she said. "I decided to come back. Fez! Hi! I thought you had appointments all afternoon." Fez was like a deer in the headlights. His mouth dropped slack, and he just stood up.

"You're right!" he exclaimed. "I must get back to work!" He rushed from the basement at that moment, and Jackie looked after him, confused.

"What a weirdo," she said, and sat on the couch next to Eric. "So how have you two been?" Eric and Hyde were just looking at her. Eric was seeing her in a new light. He'd never noticed how hot she was until now.

"So Jackie," he said, and smiled at her. "You want to 'Call Me Lightning'?" She wrinkled her nose at him.

"The HELL are you talking about?" she asked, genuinely confused. Eric sort of sat back, and Hyde just stared at his ex. "And what are YOU looking at, Steven?"

"Nothing," he said. Jackie looked from Eric to Hyde, and then rolled here eyes.

"You guys are just all weird today, like pod people or something," she stated. "What happened between when I left and when I came back?"

"Nothing," Hyde said, acting as normal as possible. He didn't want her to suspect anything after all. It would ruin his plan. "So Jackie, what are you doing tomorrow?" She looked at him, and shrugged.

"Oh, not much, more job hunting," she said. "Why?"

"Well, we're getting some new music in tomorrow and maybe you'd want to come check it out," he said. She eyed him, and he just smiled at her. It wasn't that they weren't on nice terms. They were pretty fine, actually. But this was strange of him to ask her to just come by. She was suspicious, but did like the idea of a first pick of music.

"…Okay," she said. "…. I guess I could stop by." Hyde smirked.

"Cool," he said. Jackie went through her purse, and Eric stood slowly.

"I'm going to get a sode from upstairs. Hyde man. Wanna join me?" Eric asked.

"Nah, I'm good," Hyde said.

"No Hyde, really, you want a soda," Eric said, and Hyde caught the drift. So he stood, and followed Eric up the steps. Once they were in the kitchen, Eric gave him a disapproving look.

"Hyde man, what are you going to do?" he asked.

"About what?" Hyde demanded, as innocently as he could.

"You are going to take that info Fez told us and use it to your advantage, aren't you?" Eric asked.

"Why whatever do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean," Eric said. "You're going to play The Who tomorrow in hopes of getting laid."

"You have quite the imagination, Foreman."

"Imagination my ass, I can read you like a book, and if she knew what we know she'd be reading you too," Eric said. "Since when do you want to get back together with Jackie?"

"Who said anything about getting back together?" Hyde asked. "I just need some sex, it's been awhile."

"As much as I find this somewhat deplorable, if I said anything to her she'd just get really really embarrassed about what Fez saw," Eric said. "So you're lucky I'm in a Catch 22."

"Yep," Hyde said, and grinned.

"….. Man, to think I'd be turned on by the idea of Jackie getting off to The Who," Eric muttered. "We cannot tell Donna about this. She would kill me."

"Heh heh, yeah she would," Hyde said. A/N 2: This will probably be in three or four parts, just so you know! You know what to do now