Author's Note: Ahh. I was supposed to make this a two-chapter fic but my sick-minded brain has convinced me to prolong it. Anyways. Here's more Jackie/Fez for ya. I never get tired of this pairing! These two are smokin' hot!
"Coming Down Again"
Part ll
Regular POV
At the sound of the car door being slammed shut the opposite direction of him, Fez had turned and joined the young woman by the front window, clenching car keys that rested on the wheel for support and gaping at her. "You sure you want to do that, Jackie?"
"Ugh. Yes! Just start the car already before Bob decides to comes out. I don't have all night." She rasped on in a bossy tone, yanking the gray seat-belt over her lemon colored turtle-neck.
Lazily, the foreigner tucked his legs inside the vehicle and closes the door beside him. With his back rested against the car seat, he side-glanced at the girl fumbling her thumbs with closed hands on top of her lap.
It was strange. Jackie coming out in the middle of the night, actually wanting to vent her feelings at him. They barely talk unless it's in Eric's basement or the Hub surrounded by friends. Or at the tower - ...surrounded by friends. And even so, all of those things one-on-one conversations would be a blur. If the pair were even far enough from the group... Like. Really far. From time on, it would be either the one or the other who has their hand occasionally down each other's pants. Which seemed pretty damn enjoyable at times, but didn't take too much long to fizzle when Jackie spotted Fez's emotional neediness. That minor setback.. That sort of flaw.. - it would always strike some sort of fear inside her. Especially during those times he would joke about wanting to make love to her in front of Eric, Donna, Kelso, and Hyde.
A mental snort from Jackie.
Who was he kidding? God knows, none of those were jokes. For a person who admitted that he didn't like being watched; from the looks of it, he's just a guy who'd have no problem whipping it out in it's prime.
He even openly admitted out loud himself, that he had no self control. She would have to thank him later for not going into excruciating details when he made drive-by comments like that.
Fez wrinkled his eyebrows in frustration and licked his lips. Starting conversation. That wasn't going to be something very easy. Well.. For him, at least. For Jackie, it was a different story. She was always running her mouth. He bet she had millions to say during awkward silences. Then again, the constant talking, that has been put into a stop when Fez said that it bothered him when she talked of her future plans with Hyde. Not exactly the most eloquent sentiment in the world, Jackie dismissed it of course; not because she was being rude or anything, but she dreaded it so whenever he would brag about crazy Caroline and stupid Nina.
A small sigh vented from Jackie's chest when she turned to face the tiny droplets of rain drizzling in Fez's car window. It wasn't like being around him was the easiest thing in the world. She meant, sure they were friends, but it was just 'complicated'.
Jackie unwrapped a Opal Fruits candy stick and bit into it. Added, It wasn't that she didn't like the poor guy, it was just the simple fact she feared if they delved deeper into the possibilities of a real relationship in front of the world, she would be shunned by her social peers and ridiculed forever by the guys in the basement. In present conversations, he never mentioned his true feelings to her again, worried that their fling would stop and they would go back to just the popular girl and geeky foreign kid.
Somehow Fez already knew there was something about this night that won't seem so different from the rest. Sadly, from all the experience he had with her, he felt himself go numb. Once was thought to be potential and an unraveling of something more, stabbed him in the back when it was announced that she and Hyde also were also having a fling behind closed doors.
Just standing or sitting beside her gave him needs. Being separated from the gang just to talk. As much as he (desperately) wanted it, he couldn't remember the last time it was a good idea to have her tag along with him in something, unless it were to help out anyone in the group. Even so, these 'constant urges' always seemed to follow him and plague him from time on.
Every time they touched or brush up against each other, even accidentally, it was as if he could inwardly feel his humble nature shut down and deteriorate. Whenever she made him wait or tell him 'no' that would wake up his unwavering desire to bury his painful erection inside her. An inward shrug. Fez guessed he was horny all the time. Nothing new. But, there just something about that girl in particular that captures him and drives him absolutely insane.
Cruising now in his vehicle and thinking things over, Fez couldn't think of a time when they separated from the group to actually 'hang out'. He also didn't like that whenever they do get a chance to spend time together in a friendly way, he would feel restricted because she would be dating one of one his best friends. Or just some guy he picked over her. Many occasions he asked himself if she were ashamed of him. It hurt him most that they couldn't be anything closer than just friends. They weren't strangers after all.
A tiny simper etched his features. He guessed that it wasn't all that bad. Jackie Burkhart wasn't just some loudmouth gossip high-school girl. Oh, behind closed doors, she could be something far more if she were distant enough and put her mind into it.
Fez grinned inwardly. He'd sure have never forgotten how crazy, ballistic she went, when it was all over that he was sleeping with Eric Forman's sister, Laurie. For one of the few times in her life, Jackie has seen green, and to Fez's composure it was very admirable and favorable at the time because she has hurt him so much. There would be times in the basement that he couldn't even look her in the eye or be even near her for that matter. That's how bad it stung.
Still a bit saddened that he hurt her that day, in the end, he just did what needed to be done. No regrets. It was her turn to suffer. Just as he had.
Immature? Yes. But, it served her right. He really doubt that she cried and starved herself for weeks just like he had or how Kelso exaggerated on the days he said that he couldn't get over Jackie. To continue on with his life, he just had to do what real men dealt with doing, and that was to 'get over it'.
..Get over it.
It's that same damned phrase. Over and over again. Fez couldn't say it was the easiest thing to do in the world. It ran ink footsteps all over his mind, and still to no avail, he couldn't bring himself to leave it. That sort of identity, never really seem to fully evaporate from him just yet. He was clingy, after all. He just couldn't do it. He couldn't be away from her.
Away from his one true goddess...
Right now, he wasn't so sure.
To this very day.. he remembered how Jackie confronted him about Laurie. He remembered how absolutely crazy she looked hiding under her cracked painted mask of pretension. That one day was actually one of the few days Fez cherished. It brought out a side of her that he never knew she had.
Vulnerability..
Eric's Living Room, Summer of '78 -
They say that blondes and brunettes were natural enemies.
It was a few hours after Red Forman had gained an explosive heart-attack in the outside driveway. Sliced together into little packs, Kitty Forman and the gang surrounded the agitated man who was sitting in the living room couch in front of a faux wood-paneled compact television set. He glared infuriatingly at the foreigner who had relations with his daughter with his ring-hand lying on the hump of his belly.
An aggravated groan rumbled through his aged windpipe. Oh why of all people did it have to be him? He wondered why it couldn't happen to another family. Yeah. A crappier, more unfortunate family. Not him. And goddammit, it was such a shame. Red's face was of a dark pink hue. The man was embarrassed. Not only that the whole neighborhood know about that dramatic chest pain he had, but now it's going to be all over bulletin boards at Price-Mart in the morning. Damn those employees. Damn those kids to hell.
Sometimes Red wish life were more simpler. In his In times like these, it would be easier to go fishing, but now if he ever decided to come back home.. it would just be to this crap.
What made matters even worst?
Bob was there right in front of him with fright held in his sweating sunburned face and beady twinkling eyes. The second that the ambulance had came to check on him, he bursted in through the back slide door to accompany him in the kitchen. Guy just had nothing better to do.
Beside him, a worried Laurie scoots a little closer and clasped her hand over his. "..Daddy? What did the paramedics tell you when they left?"
A little disgruntled mumble. He was still staring at Fez through a slit of angry eyelids and crows-feet engraving severely on the sides of his flesh. "I don't wanna talk about it.."
Primly, Kitty dashed over to aid him, holding a square shaped cotton cushion. "Ooh - ooh. Red, have a pillow."
Eric and Kelso stood beside the piano, shoulders nearly touching in the macaroni colored carpet.
Straightening her arms, the dirty blonde fluffy-haired woman backed away to give him much needed space.
Fez gaited around the sofa area he stood from behind and faced the angry man. Apologetically, he fiddled around with his hands and faced him. "Mr. Red.. I am so.. so - "
" No talking!" A mid-air halt with splayed fingers.
Hyde yawned boredly in the green recliner from which he sat. Standing above him, is a wounded Jackie with her fingers and coiled around the edges of the seat. She peered over at Red and Laurie through a gloss of autumn green eyes then back at Fez, who was standing with his hands turned sideways to his white bell-bottomed pants. He was only just a few kilometers away from the seat she stood behind Hyde.
Brushing a few locks of coffee colored tresses away from her face, Jackie glanced over impatiently at Laurie, who was staring like a starved maniac at the bulge of Fez's pants. Oh, just looking at her has gotten her blood pumping. It all started at their campsite. She knew there was something fishy going on when they showed up to the bonfire together. Fez was such a dink. Could he get anymore desperate? A tight uncomfortable pinching hit Jackie below the spleen. Fez and Laurie. The idea of them two..
It just made her sick.
Like soft cement inside of a truck, her stomach churned. Her jealousy rose. Her senses became sharper. Words could not even express that flair of jealousy that was riling up in the pit of her stomach. Oh, she could just murder her! The woman was practically drooling over the carpet. Just being in the same room with the girl shouted 're-match'! And damn, if she didn't know what the feeling of caged hostility meant, now would be the time.
Walking in and out of the kitchen, Kitty placed a damp towel on her husband's head. Bob stood beside his daughter Donna. The redhead notices her friend peering over at the fornicating couple with what looked like controlled repugnance and envy, then continued on with her silence.
Jackie swore to god, she was like a freaking vulture; and now thanks to her, instead of worrying about Steven and Michael fighting for her affection, she would have to worry about Laurie sinking her dirty claws into Fez too.
Her Fez..
The loose bitch was always taking what's hers. Jackie especially loved it when everyone denies her of existence whenever she's around. Her love interests and the sweet attention she would get from everyone always seem to bunch into the little tramp like a magnet. If it were completely up to Jackie, she wouldn't go down without a fight. Unfortunately for her, she had even bigger things in mind to worry about. Jackie's eyes skimmed over to the guy who brooded for her for the past two years. The whole thing was just annoying. How could he do this?
Laurie?
Laurie?
Come on.
Jackie still would of preferred it if it were Big Rhonda that he brought with him at their camping trip. Even if she was sort of an amazon, at least it would be fun. Fez closed his fingers into his hands. Jackie's gaze averted immediately after he spied a glimpse of her looking at him with the corner of his eye.
In a haze of disinterest and discomfort, Hyde scratched the side of his cheek with the ball of his index finger below his gradient layered sunglasses. Was it him? Or did everything seem more crappier than usual? Other than that, it just seemed like another ordinary day to him. Honestly, he thought that it sucked and that he was better off in Forman's basement getting 'baked'.
"Oh, sweetie. Get Red some ice, will ya?" Kitty Forman ordered Fez sweetly, tugging lightly on his wrist.
A loud bear-like groan vibrated from the couch. "Kitty. I don't need ice."
Nasal laughter. "Some lemonade, sweetie. Go get Red some lemonade."
"Um.. sure." Fez complied, absentmindedly.
Laurie yawned fakely. As if she knew Jackie were vexed about the whole situation, she gave a libidinous simper at the foreigner while evilly dragging her painted talons between the creases of her father's rough hands. "Don't take too long, baby." The trifling blonde cocked her head sideways in smooth, avid vocals.
The evil golden haired woman batted her mascara lumped eyelashes, eagerly partaking the expression on Jackie's face. Savoring it. The bitter taste of another woman's jealousy; it never tasted so sweet. Like liquid candy at the tip of her tongue. An arch of a yellow brow. Funny, that's how Fez would put it.
Laurie enjoyed the rigid energy she got in the room. She also knew the two went way back. In the past, she had allegations knew all about their short gatherings in private when she had her hands dirty with Michael Kelso, but her evil intentions were shortly cut off when Jackie's thing for Steven Hyde was marked more than evident. Still though. It was quite the entertainment, seeing her standing with a blazing fury that was about to ignite across from her. Rather Laurie knew that Jackie liked Fez or not, she still loved dangling him around in front her pathetic little face like a puppy's chew toy.
It made her feel pretty.
Looking back sweetly with a curt smile. Both girls hear Fez respond lovingly. "Of course, bunny."
Red groaned.
Jackie watched as the amber vixen wave coquettishly at him, then clutched Hyde's chair insecurely above his signature fro. Holding a glass of lemonade in her hand, Donna glanced at her short friend sideways, sensing some sort of disturbance.
"Mrs. Forman." The former rich girl parted her scented shimmered lips, stretching upwards.
Her voice was fatigue.
"I need to call my.. " Short pause. "My mother."
The older woman turned around and laughed once more, arching forward. "Ohhh.. Why sure thing, Jackie. You're always welcome to use our phones."
Clouded in denial now, Jackie brought herself up to full height and scanned over at the kitchen door. Only a few inches away, she brushed passed Fez's shoulder, almost bumping against it. Slightly, he felt some form of remorse hit him, but continued on. Her eyes never left the ground.
"Here is your lemonade, Mr. Red." She heard him as she pushed the swinging door open.
Fez stretched his arm forward, holding the condensation dripped glass in front of the bitter man.
Laurie sat up more, biting back an aroused grin.
"Hnh." The room heard Red grunt. Lying with the back of his aching neck against the couch, the 'loving' man shifted his eyes over at Kitty to go grab the glass for him. The woman responded lacklustered in body-language, cordially taking the cup from Fez.
"Well'p." Hyde smacked his hands against his jeans layered lap and got up from the rocking recliner. "That was fun. I'll be at the basement."
"No-n-no-no-no. You stay right there." Kitty pressed her dainty hands against his shoulders to settle him down.
Red interjected while holding his refreshment and heave. "This drink is warm. Hey Paco, go put some ice in this lemonade."
Not really much in the mood, the mocha skinned teenager barely snatches the cup out of Mr. Forman's hand, earning him a dirty look. He made it his part to correct him. "My name is - "
"A-hawn-hah!" Kitty laughed hard. The woman curled her fingers into her hands and popped them into spirit fingers then twirled around near Eric and Kelso, heading for the stairs. "Okay, everyone is excused. Go crazy, whoo!"
From the other room, Jackie gripped the apple green phone in front of her chest tight, pretending to be calling her mom at home. If it were one of those days that she'd be drowning in a sea of emotions, this would be it. Her tiny body shook under the curly electric cords that lead up to the jack. All of a sudden it felt as if there was a heavy chain tugging in her chest. She just didn't like seeing Laurie with Fez. Of course she's grateful. No more creepy Fez reaching up to grab her boob or serenading her with cheesy pick-up lines. A part of her was relieved but the other part felt like - as if she had just ran a mile run, whenever the image of those two cross her mind, she felt the strong urge to vomit and pass out.
Jackie dizzily exhaled through her nostrils as of trying to pinpoint what to do next in her brain. Oh, she just wanted to cry, but didn't know why. Hazel eyes glimmered under the dingy lights. Hidden thoughts of the past that was thought to be concealed away in a vault of secrecy, has eaten its way back to her present and she didn't like it one bit.
Maybe it was for the best. Fez moved on again. No problem. Now to think of it, that wasn't that much news at all.
She's still got Steven and Michael to fall back on. No big deal. It was just a fling. Friends with 'benefits'.
That's all they are.
Scratch that.
'Were'.
No harm done. They still did things that normal healthy friends do.
..only a little more provocative and downright lecherous at times. But with all those disco moves and sexual innuendos that he kept doing out in the open, how could she not take advantage of doing him? Yeah, she could admit that they get a little out-of-control behind the curtains every now and then, but it's his fault. If anything, she would have to blame him.
Hell, she didn't know.
Jackie hung the phone back on the dial with a click. A fake smile slowly engraved her flushed cheeks. As if she'd be falling for him.
Then, that would be absolutely disgusting.
Jackie perked up a bit in the wooden kitchen stool with her palms in the empty gap space between her thighs.
Disgusting.
Disgusting.
She repeated in her head. That's exactly how she would describe her relationship with Fez. A hearty sigh fluttered her chest under all that invisible weight and she flip of her hair. She was feeling better already. "Dis-gusting." Jackie said aloud to herself followed by a small giggle.
Damn, that felt good.
Fez is disgusting.
"Disgusting who?" Another voice caved in.
Jackie turned her head to her side and swiftly turned away. Oh no.
"It's nothing important." She lied with a croaky laughter.
Fez hands were already fidgeting inside the freezer, putting ice in Red's cup and grabbing another cup for himself in the top cupboard.
That annoyed her to the fullest. "Don't you have somewhere to go? Oh - I don't know, some place to be foreign?" Her voice enhanced in volume at the end of that statement. She heard the sound of the the plastic pitcher pouring from under her rapid heartbeat.
Fez thought right there, how 'unskillfully racist' that was. He could definitely say he's never heard that one before. And by that, he meant that sarcastically. It was just an inside joke to himself because she used that reason during the many times she tried to avoid him. Fez smirked inwardly and steadied himself. It didn't surprise or hurt him one bit that she would say something characterized by affronting rudeness like that, so he ambled closer to her and froze into place. He countered back in his trademark accent.
"Oh, I'm sorry. When I looked in the forecast, I didn't know it would be raining bitches and dogs today."
"Ah hoo-hoo! BURN!" Kelso shouted at the top of his lungs to Eric who had tripped on a G.I Joe action figure in the living room and fell from knotted shoe laces. The oldest trick in the book. Why'd he have to go and do that?
Vexed, Jackie rose up from her stool and stepped down from it. "Ugh. I don't have time for this."
Fez held his hands mid-air and spreads his fingers. "Ohh, that's right. Go ahead and run away." He shooed her. "Your playground tactics don't affect me no more. I'm married now."
That made Jackie's blood boil. "Hn. What? What are you talking about Fez? She doesn't even love you."
"Doesn't have to. I already have a plan, and if I play my cards right.. ohh she will eventually."
Jackie crossed her arms grumpily. "Says the idiot who screwed the Queen of Skanks. Of all people, it had to be her!"
"Pfft.. Again with the insults." Fez widened his arms and shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, Jackie. Why must you stand here and complicate things?" He pursed his lips arrogantly. "What?" Laughter. "Miss me that much?"
"No." Her hazel glower challenged his chestnut brown. "I just think you're both whores."
"Oh? You mean you and I?" He leered over a goofy grin and quirked over an eyebrow while hovering just a few inches over her. "Then if sleeping behind your best-friends backs make you grand apprentice of Mother Teresa, then yes Jackie, we are both whores!"
Quickly, as if her fingers were on the prowl, the agitatedly girl reached over to clamp over hand over his lips. Her sudden movement was briskly terminated by a rough tugging of the wrist. With his other hand, he tilted his unfolded index finger to the top of the ceiling and moved it from side to side, taunting her with a level of small body movement. Jackie swallowed slow and hard. Following that, an intense heartbeat thrummed in her chest. She jerked her fragile hand, hopefully sending him a hint to let go. To much degree, it had done the opposite.
Animated like a mousetrap, Fez whipped Jackie towards him hard, pulling her body close to his. She felt herself stumble and collapse into his chest. A soft whoop of surprise. His grip was strong on her, but it didn't hurt. Jackie knows that he would never do that to her. With one hand on his torso, she lifted her chin up just enough to take a look of his eyes. Those burning eyes that could light flames in any girls heart if he weren't so dead-on desperate. Slowly, as if in a trance, Jackie inched closer. She could feel his heart beating just as fast as hers from under her dewy palm.
There he was, standing dangerously close to her. He leaned in gently, the side of his face touched her hair. "Jackie.." He whispered torridly above her earlobe. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you are jealous."
A closed mouth snicker played through his teeth. Jackie didn't answer.
God, could he get any more arrogant? What is happening? Why is this turning her on?
It was torture. She couldn't talk. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't move her legs.. Maybe it was his cologne. He did over do it at times. Or could it possibly be his words..
No..
That wasn't it.
Or possibly it could be the movements he made that night at the Foto-Hut. The real night Fez had lost his virginity. Oh, there was no telling what things he learned during that evening. Fez didn't like very much that Jackie forbid him from singing his 'I'm going to do iiit' songs, so he played his weeks acting desperate, wanting to place his wee-wee into every moving thing. And now, within less than a foot from each other, that same period of darkness played over and over again like a broken video tape inside their heads.
No.
No way was she going to let him win this time.
Jackie squeezed her eyes shut to clear her mind. Her emotions leveling back to normal, she faced the foreigner with contempt; her heart racing, the adrenaline rushing. Their breaths mingled together as they drew closer to each other. A sudden familiar feeling began to overthrow her. Curious venture and arousal. Damn, she hated it whenever he argued back. It was like he was asking for it. The same goes with Steven. They are both polar opposites, but just the right act of defiance sure did lead him the key. Michael wasn't very powerful, so that lead her interest for him to fade. And Fez, he was just the right balance. Despite Jackie's display of dominance she shared out in the public, she very much equally liked being submissive.
A coveted sigh. She didn't know what to do.
Fez loosened his fingers from her fragile wrist. Jackie's moist lips peeled backwards.
That did it right there. High school princess Jackqueline Burkhart was going to surrender to one of Point Place's biggest dweebs.
Again.
And what she feared most, at that very moment, there was only one thing she could think of doing. Before Fez could apologize for the frantic movement and smug actions he pulled, like a hungry animal, Jackie had already lunged at him and assaulted his lips.
A small gasp and somewhat moan infiltrated his lungs. As if he known it was going to happen. Like, he was ready.
Jackie was all over him. Loving every second of it, it didn't take Fez much long to respond to her wanton actions. He kissed her back just as hard, just as angry. Both were in another world. The two blindly wandered back to the stool the brunette had just got up from. Jackie slowly grinded her hips up against his notable bulge. A risky moan vented from his heated lips. He felt the material of his pants begin to tighten around his tented member. So help him god, she wasn't going to screw him in Eric's kitchen, was she? If so, then why wasn't she stopping him? Why wasn't she stopping herself?
Jackie dug her fingernails into his biceps and bit down hard on his bottom lip. She tugged on it slightly, savagely, leaving a temporary love dent, then proceeded with her hot kisses by pouring her rage into it. Her hot, ravaging mouth becoming more salivated, more callous. Her tongue, more slippery as her hands wandered and roamed uncontrollably all over the top half of his toned body.
She didn't know what she was doing. She didn't care. At that moment, she just wanted it.
She wanted him. She wanted it all.
Backed up panting and sliding against the kitchen door's side-panel and floral wallpaper now, she tilted her head backwards with a flamed giggle. Fez accepted her invitation with a menacing grin by moving her collar aside and trailing hard kisses down the corner of her neck. Jackie tugged hard on his neatly combed black hair, dragging him deeper into her perfumed skin. She liked the way that felt. His hot breath against her body. A small whimper pitched through her throat as he sucked ever so slightly under a warm swirl of tongue. Fez's palms slid down her thighs to wrap them around his waist. Blinded by a thick haze of lust, Jackie brazenly accepted. An indulgent smile flickered her face from under his rough kisses and suckles.
Many times there would be situations she would ask herself inwardly. Oh, why couldn't Steven or Michael move or kiss like this..?
Letting Fez take over this time, Jackie relaxed her body and shivered delightfully with a selfish grin grazing over her soft pink lips. Oh, the feeling was pure euphoria. She felt a warm trail of kisses go down her dainty jawline then down the center of her perfect chin then massage her lips. With Fez, she never understood why every time they touched, it was as if she were in seventh heaven. Everything seemed too good and fell into place just right. She didn't want it to end.
Their actions were soon put to a halt when she felt him abandon her grip and lift his body away from her.
Sitting up now, as if something rubbed her the wrong way, Jackie's eyes bolted open. A blast of cool air rushed at her face. Jackie lifted her head to see Fez turning away from her.
What the hell? Why did he let go?
Gently asking, not doing very well at concealing how irritated she was. "W-why'd you stop?"
"Oh, nothing." He turned around at the girl who was straightening her hair under loose palms.
"Just while your tongue was doing the Olympics in my mouth, another idea has hit me."
Staring bright eyed in wonder. "Ohh.."
Jackie hopped out of the stool, clicking her soles against the kitchen floor. "Oh my god. It's so we don't get caught. " She clapped and chirped. "Let's go to the garage. Yay."
Childlike, she skipped and tugged on his arm, leading him passed the round table to the glass sliding door that lead to the Forman's driveway. A cranky furrow marked her brow.
He wasn't budging at all.
"No, Jackie." The foreigner said under his breath.
"I meant, I had other plans. We can't keep doing this anymore." Fez finished, resting a placed palm on his hip.
A glottal summon of laughter bled from her lungs. "No, h'wait a second. What?"
That didn't quite register to her.
"We can't do this anymore, Jackie." He repeated. "You, me - behind everyone's backs." An upturn palm scanned the area. "As much as I'd like to get caught, it's wrong. I think it's better we cancel this and go back to our lives. In the end after I get my green card, there won't be anything left for me. Laurie will eventually dump me and I cannot continue sleeping with a one friend's woman. Even if you break up and make up with the guy, whoever he is. I know.. I am just adding on to it by doing.." His eyes fell down to the ground. "..you know. We need to stop. Let's call quitsies."
Fez dropped down on the cushioned spin-chair in front of him.
"No, no. Fez. You got that all wrong." Slightly impatient now, Jackie corrected. He tapped his fingers on top the table, looking up at her. "We've been doing this before I got with Steven, so it's okay."
Laughter of denial.
"Kelso, Hyde.. En-h." A shrug of his shoulders. "What's the difference?"
He was in touchy territory now.
"Nothing. It doesn't matter." Jackie snapped.
The raven haired stud begged to differ. "Ohh.. Yes, it does. If you haven't noticed a few seconds ago, we were just canoodling when anyone could of walked in. Is that a hint that you want me completely? Or are you just doing this because you are insecure around Eric's sister."
With an 'okay, I get it' expression marked on her face, Jackie backed off with her hands up slightly. "I.. really don't need to hear this right now." A false smile slowly engraved her cheeks.
Fez shrugged, looking sideways with the corner of his eye while fiddling with a salt-shaker. "Suit yourself." He uttered disappointedly.
Barging in from the kitchen door, as if on timing, an aggravated Laurie waltzed in carelessly, holding a Price-Mart bag filled with aerosol spray cans and cigarette cartons. "Fezzy, you still didn't bring daddy lemonade! What's taking so long?"
Standing perplexed from his chair. "N-nothing. Nothing, honey."
Jackie rolled her eyes to the top of her head. Ew. He actually went through with calling her affectionate pet-names.
Please.
"I was just leaving." She continued towards the slide door with her arms still crossed.
"Oh, and Fez." Jackie tossed a scowl over her shoulder. "Donna should be taking a shower just about now." As if in spite now, her eyes motioned outdoors towards one of the Pinciotti's privacy hedges. "You should probably get to that."
Fez snorted.
Crazy woman.
"You two have fun. Enjoy your sick lives together!"
Jackie stormed away, sliding the back side door closed behind her. She covered her face with the side of her hand. Her eyes were watery and foggy with tears.
Taking it as a toddler throwing a tantrum, Fez tried very hard not to let it affect him.
He placed the salt shaker down, knowing himself, it probably would later on.
Laurie grabbed a free apple from the counter and bit into it with a shrug.
A/N: Hehe. More Season 7 lovin'. Well actually. Correction - I've been keeping up with the seasons' episodes to stay on track with my story. The flashbacks are actually from season 6.
Sorry if I disappointed some if you 'expected sex'. They'll do more than that in the next upcoming chapters. (Not sure how graphic I want it yet. )
Trust me.
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