A/N Thanks to the people that reviewed! It was pretty cool to finally have some feedback on something that's been sitting on my hard drive for so long! So, you'll probably notice that my timeline for this story is pretty wrong...oh well! I'm basically planning a series of moments in H/J's relationship that slowly develops behind Kelso's back up until ep. 501. This is the only other chapter I have actually fully completed, though, and I would really appreciate it if anyone has some ideas on scenes or plot direction for me to consider. Is there a particular episode I should focus a "behind the scenes" moment on? (I've started one for Hyde's Birthday, which is the episode that first really made me think H/J could have had a 'thing' off camera, but that would come much later...)
Hyde Bags Jackie
Jackie opened the door to the basement and walked inside slowly. It was quiet and empty. What did you expect at one in the morning? Jackie sighed and sat down on the couch. She had gotten back together with Michael that afternoon, and she wasn't quite sure why. Fear, she guessed. Existing apart from Michael Kelso was not something Jackie thought she could face, especially when the man she really wanted didn't seem to want her. He had hardly glanced at her since their Veteran's Day date. Thinking back to her night with Steven a few weeks ago, she felt a rush of heat surge through her body. She could have cried when he called it off, but really didn't expect anything else. Her thoughts were interrupted by footsteps on the stairs. Jackie stood and turned around, preparing to explain her presence to an angry Red, when Hyde came into view.
They stared at each other for a moment before Hyde sat down in his chair with an unreadable expression on his face. Stupid sunglasses. Jackie sighed loudly and sat back down on the couch.
"What are you doing here, Jackie?" She looked at him dumbly, not quite sure of the answer. Hyde gave her an annoyed grunt and reached over to flip on the TV.
"I got back together with Michael."
"So I heard. Why do you think I care, anyway?"
She didn't know how to respond. Was she so wrong in thinking that he might…?
"I…didn't…" Jackie paused and just stared at him for a moment. Faded jeans, ratty t-shirt, unkempt hair. Hot body. She felt another wave of heat overtake her, and blushed, wondering if he noticed.
"Sorry Steven. I didn't mean to bother you. I just wanted…" You. Jackie stood up, eyes still locked on his. "I'm, going to go, I guess." Hyde held up his hand in something between an annoyed gesture and a peace offering. Jackie sat back down, still watching him as he removed his glasses and ran a hand over his face. He leaned over to turn off the TV before he spoke.
"Why did you do it? Not that I care, but he cheated on you. A lot. And he's going to do it again. So…why?" Jackie shrugged her shoulders, looking down at the ugly pattern on the sofa.
"He's safe." Her words were merely a whisper, and she felt tears in her eyes. "I know him. I know what to expect from him. He's not perfect for me, but…" Jackie trailed off. There was no good way to explain it. Steven shook his head, but almost seemed to understand. When they locked eyes again, Jackie subconsciously let her tongue run over her lower lip and remembered the feeling of Hyde's mouth for the millionth time in the past several weeks. Hyde yawned and stood up. Jackie took his hint and walked to the back door, feeling his eyes follow her. Turning around, she caught his smoldering stare and smiled. He wants me… He abruptly turned around and headed for his room, but she beat him to his door and placed a small hand on his chest. She could almost feel him snap as he leaned in to kiss her.
He pushed her roughly onto the wall, crushing his body against hers as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. As his hips ground into hers in anticipation, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers running wildly through his hair while her fingernails scratched along his scalp. She moaned against his mouth; he growled into hers.
"Ste-ven," Jackie sighed as he pulled her legs up so they wrapped around his waist. He now held her completely pinned against the wall, flimsy cotton skirt bunched up around her hips. Jackie's hands reached down, fumbling with his belt and then the zipper on his jeans. Once she had pushed his boxers down, he pinned her against the wall again, this time with his cock brushing against her thin panties. He managed to snake his hand in between their bodies and used two fingers to push her underwear out of the way and slip inside of her. She moaned again and ground her hips against his hand, calling out his name as she reveled in the feeling his fingers created inside of her.
That was all the encouragement Hyde needed to rip off her underwear and thrust into her slowly, effectively reversing the frown that had donned Jackie's face at the sight of her torn undergarment. Once he was buried inside of her, he stopped. Jackie wiggled from her spot suspended in the air, wedged between Hyde and the wall. Hyde smirked at her before he began to move slowly and deliberately inside of her, gaining speed with each thrust.
Jackie had never known that sex could be this hot, this passionate…this good. She grimaced at the thought of her boyfriend's awkward attempts to please her. What does Laurie see? Jackie mentally scolded herself for thinking about Michael in such negative terms…and then for thinking about Michael at all as she threw her head back against the wall and focused on Hyde's touch. His hands were moving all over her body, pinching her nipples, grabbing her ass, brushing over her clit. Jackie's breath began to come faster and faster, until she was gasping with each harried thrust of Hyde's pelvis.
"Oh….GOD…" Hyde covered Jackie's mouth with his own as she began to scream out his name. As Hyde came deep inside of her, Jackie wrapped her body around his, clinging to him as they panted and regained composure. Hyde loosened his grip on her legs and let Jackie slowly slide down the wall until her feet touched the ground. After straightening out her skirt and watching Hyde pull up his jeans and buckle his belt, Jackie couldn't think of a thing to say, and saw the same confusion in Hyde's eyes. Fuck it. Jackie reached up and grabbed his neck, pulling him into one last kiss before running her fingers through her hair and walking to the back door.
"Goodnight, Steven." Hyde's eyes were glued to the door for several minutes after she had gone. With a frustrated sigh, he picked up her torn panties and retreated to his room—sticky and confused, but satisfied.
