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*Jackie's POV
I lost track of time as Steven's mouth roamed over mine. Somehow I had ended up straddling him on the couch. I felt his scruffy beard brush against the smooth skin of my face as we continued our oral battle. Normally, this would have been a turn-off. But something about the way Steven kisses me, makes me forget everything else. Until I hear the soft 'click' sound at the top of the stairs. I brake away from Steven and fling myself off of his lap.
"Someone's coming!" I hiss at him.
He just has time to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, and straighten his sunglasses before Eric and Fez descend the stairs. Now that we have stopped kissing, I am finding it very hard to focus on anything but Steven's lips. I can't believe he kissed me! Steven Hyde kissed me. And I kissed him back. What was wrong with me!? In my preoccupation with my thoughts, I totally missed what Eric said, but I realized he must have been talking to me, because he was still looking at me.
"Wait, have you been talking to me? See that's your problem, Eric; you're just too boring." I say bitchily.
"Oh I'm boring!? Well if that's how you feel, then you could leave. No one said you had to hang out with us. In fact, I'm sure we would all be happier if you didn't hang out with us. Right Fez?" Eric replies in that high pitched voice that he uses when he is really annoyed.
"Umm, no. If Yackie leaves, then who's tits will I stare at?" Fez says, as he pulls a bag of candy out from under one of the couch cushions.
"Fez!" I say indignantly, as I cross my arms over my chest.
"Hyde?" Eric asks pleadingly.
"Sorry man, I'm gonna have to side with Fez on this one. Tits over no tits." Steven says with a shrug.
I glance at him and he gives me a tiny wink behind his glasses.
"Well as flattering as that is, I think I will go. My toe nails won't paint themselves." I say.
Really I just feel like I need to get out of this basement, and sort out my string of emotions. The guys call their good-byes as I make my way to the door. Before I leave, I glance at Steven one last time.
By the time I make it home, my feet are aching from walking in sandals and my hair is sticking to my neck. I decide to take a bath. As I sink into the warm water I let out a sigh. Again, I replay the scene in the basement. The feel of his fingers on my hips, the softness of his lips, the scratchy feel of his beard. Even thinking about it causes that warm sensation to spread through my lower abdomen again. Jackie Burkhart, thinking about Steven Hyde. It was so wrong. True, I had a completely idiotic crush on him a couple years ago, but I had convinced myself that it was just because I was trying to replace Michael. Now I was not sure if that was entirely true. Today, I wasn't even thinking about Michael before we kissed. Yes, I was pissed at Michael for running off to California, right after agreeing to marry me. And yes, I was starving for some kind of physical affection. Then it hits me; I didn't like Steven, he was just someone to make-out with. And he did kiss me first. He was just someone to help curve that hollow feeling that had swelled in my chest when Michael left. Then something else occurs to me; Technically, Michael and I never broke up. Which means, technically, I just cheated on him. The thought makes me smile. After all the times he cheated on me. Suddenly, as I think about Michael, his cheating, his lies, anger begins to replace the sadness. I am Jackie fucking Burkhart, how dare he cheat on me!? How dare he run off just at the thought of marrying me? Feeling instantly energized, I pull myself out of the tub. I barely have time to throw on my robe before tearing a page out of my diary. In minutes I have written out a long, and not very kind, note to Michael. Telling him that he is a jackass, that I am better off without him, and that when he gets home, he will not have to worry about me ever again. Because I am never giving him another chance. With all of my rage poured out onto paper, I feel exhausted. I pull my blankets over my head, and drift off to sleep in seconds.
*Hyde's POV
(The next day, around 4 pm)
I sat in my usual chair, in the basement. Twice now, the door has opened, and I have glanced up. My stupid heart racing as I wonder if it is her. The first time, it was Red. The second, Fez. Both have come and gone. And Red dragged Forman along with him, to go fishing. I was glad to have dodged that bullet. But now I am wishing that I had gone. At least then I wouldn't be sitting around, alone, wishing that some annoying brunette would show up and let me stick my tongue down her throat. I still could not believe that she hadn't slapped the shit out of me for kissing her. Or that I didn't try to do anything else. We had made-out for hours, and I didn't even touch her tits. Fuck, I must be loosing my cool. The sound of the backdoor opening jolts me out of my thoughts and again I quickly look to the door. Standing, shrouded in light, is the object of my fantasy. Her brunette curls tumble down her white top. On the bottom she wears the tiniest pair of hot-pink shorts that I have ever seen. She smiles as her eyes scan the basement, and finally land on me.
"Hey, Steven." she says, as she walks over and plucks down on the couch.
"Jackie." I say, nodding my head in her direction.
I try not to stare at her creamy white legs as she crosses them.
"Umm, about yesterday," she begins, but I cut her off.
"Look, Jackie, I'm not really the talking kind of guy."
I expect her to be mad, to hit me even. Instead she shrugs, and rises from the couch. Fuck! Please don't leave. I think as panic hits me, but before I can get a word out, I notice that Jackie is not going towards the door. Instead she is standing right in front of me. She steps forward so that her slim legs are on either side of mine. Then she drops right down on my lap, and slips her tongue into my slightly open mouth. Seriously!? Fucking Seriously!? I kiss her back enthusiastically. My hands coming up to stroke her back. After several moments, she brakes away. But only so that she can kiss the sides of my neck. Her mouth leaves a trail of kisses down one side. Her small hands pull at the material of my shirt, and she sinks her teeth into my exposed collar bone. I feel a slight tightening in my jeans as she continues to bite and suck at my flesh. With an unintentional growl, I grasp her by her tight ass and stand. Jackie's slender legs wrap around me, and she does not protest as I carry her to my room. I kick the door closed, and press the little brunette goddess onto my bed. She smiles at me as I lean over her. With one hand, she reaches up, and pulls my sunglasses from my face. Normally, this is not something I would allow a chick to do. But right now, I am just surprised that she let me get her into my room. As my mouth crashes into hers again, I work up the courage to cup one of her breast. I can barely feel it through her shirt and bra, but she does not push me away. Taking this as a good sign, I let my hand slide up her shirt. I can feel that her bra is made of lace, and my jeans get even tighter. I pull away from her dangerous little mouth, and grasp the bottom of her shirt with both hands. Staring straight at her, I begin to pull it up. Jackie lifts her back up slightly, allowing me to pull the shirt up over her head. I look down. Jackie lays beneath me, her tits barley concealed by the white lace bra.
"Damn." I say softly, and she smiles.
Then she surprises me, by pushing me over and attacking my mouth again. My left hand reaches down to grasp her ass, as my right finds the clasp of her bra, and quickly releases it. I pull my mouth from hers, and drag myself into a sitting position, with Jackie still on top of me. She gasps as I suck one of her little pink nipples into my mouth. Massaging her other breast with my hand as I do. She lets out a little moan and grinds her hips into me. The action puts pressure on the bulge in my jeans. I want to rip them off. Along with her little pink shorts. I want to burry myself deep inside her. Instead I force myself to go slow. I bite and suck both of her nipples, electing little moans from her. Then I flip her over so that she lies on her back on my bed. One hand stays on her breast, while the other travels south. I kiss her again, as my fingers find the crouch of her shorts, and I run one along the seam there. She gasps into my mouth but makes no attempt to stop me. Slowly, I move towards the button of her shorts, but before I can even reach it, a sound makes her jerk her mouth from mine.
"That sounded like," she starts, and then sure enough, I can hear Red's voice upstairs.
"Damn you Forman." I groan as Jackie slips from my bed and yanks her shirt back on.
