AN: So this is basically setting up the basis for the rest of the story. This chapter has some Jackie/Larry and mentions (flashbacks) Jackie/Hyde. Contains adult material and situations. Oh and I found some Cosmos from the late 70s in the barn…they are lots of fun to read.

AN 2: Updated 1/26/11 I have changed this story to the "T" category because I don't think of this as true smut and I myself am of the "T" category and don't find it too "adult" just be warned: read at your own discretion.

Thank you all for the reviews I received for the last chapter they made my day.

Airplane. Late June 1980 (Jackie)

Larry's hand kept playing with the hem of her skirt gently teasing the fabric away from her thigh. She let him send a curious finger a few inches up her leg before she slapped his hand away. He gave her an exasperated look—again—and went back to his book.

She hit play on the walkman she had bought on a whim at the airport gift store. The familiar cords of Led Zeppelin washed through her entire body. Physical Graffiti had to be her all-time favorite Zeppelin album. She knew it was his, and she also knew that her husband preferred KISS. She wondered why she ever thought that this was just dirty poor-people music when she loved it so much now. It was such an escape and it reminded her of when she had been happy, or at least happier than she had been in the past year. Larry had helped with that some.

Buffalo, New York. Late March 1980 (Jackie)

The awkward first date should be outlawed, was her first thought as Larry Sloan led her from the silence of his car to the nicest restaurant in Buffalo. He put a possessive hand at the small of her back and she felt the urge to call him a caveman. She settled for shrugging it off of her.

The restaurant was dimly lit, a little smoky, and smelled like olive oil and garlic. He turned to her and gave her a little half-smile that made her stomach turn. "Nicest Italian restaurant in town, and I know Vinny so we have a special seat." Larry nodded to the hostess and proceeded to lead Jackie to the back of the dining room. The other diners stared at them as he started to take her up the back stairs.

The stairs were rickety and narrow making her wish she hadn't worn heels that were quite so high. He grabbed her hand and guided her down the dark hallway. She tried to crack a joke, "I sure hope you're not trying to, you know, rape me." He laughed awkwardly, and she felt herself blush. "Not that I think you would…it's just. I think I'll just shut up."

"No, no I like it when you talk."

She snorted. "I can honestly say no one has ever told me they like it when I talk. Back home Ste—people offered to pay me for silence." She had almost said his name, and that was a first-date no-no. You did not talk about exes.

"Ok, well close your eyes." She closed them obediently, and he again placed his hand at the small of her back while leading her into another room.

"Open them." The room took her breath away—it was all twinkle lights and scented candles—but it also did a damn-fine job of reminding her of him.

She didn't know what to say. "This is so sweet and it reminds me of my grouchy, whore-marrying ex." Just didn't have the right ring to it. So she lied, "This is so sweet and romantic."

"I'm glad you like it. There should be some champagne," he looked around, "ah-hah! You do like champagne right?"

"I love champagne." She settled into one of the two seats at the table and he poured her a glass of her favorite drink.

Later . Larry's Car.

"You," she pointed a finger at his chest, "Are cute! And I," she giggled, "Am drunk."

"Nooo."

"I totally am. Let me tell you a secret." She made a come-hither gesture with her fingers and whispered rather loudly in his ear, "I'm so drunk I would do it with you!" To herself she added, "Fuck Steven. He married a whore and not me."

"So. Larry are ya gonna kiss me?" He didn't need to be asked twice.

His lips began to assault her neck and she kept giggling giving him little moans of appreciation. She gasped when his hands found their way to her panties. He didn't ask her if she wanted him to stop—like she knew he always did. Larry plowed on through, and before she knew it he was out of his pants and she didn't have any underwear. He looked at her asking permission.

She managed to mutter the word "condom." He acquiesced, and she nodded before he slid into her.

Jacqueline Burkhart was by no means an expert in the field of sex, but she knew enough to figure out that Larry was a horrible lover. He pushed into her too hard, grunted too much, and barely made her feel anything other than cheap. She decided she was going to do something she had never had to do before. Something Cosmo scorned beyond all belief. She was going to fake it. Larry strangled out a "Babe I'm close" and she put the magic on.

She contorted her mouth into a perfect pink "O" closed her eyes and imagined that she was with him again.

She figured she was a damn good faker because he looked a little too proud as he was driving her back to her apartment.

Airplane. Late June 1980 (Jackie)

If she forgot how horrible that first night was, he was nearly perfect. Just like Fez with the way he worshipped her every step, and maybe a little of the jealousy she had enjoyed from Steven.

They were flying to Mexico, and she only hoped that maybe he would accept a few pointers on how to actually please her instead of leaving her sore for days. His hand was on her thigh again this time touching her through her skirt.

After five minutes of uncomfortable squirming on her part and a few muttered expletives on his, she came. It wasn't really anything magical. Then he grabbed her hand and placed it none too delicately on his own lap. He expected her to return the favor. She sighed satisfied that everyone around them was asleep and then went to work—just like he had taught her. It made her feel tawdry and cheap. Giving him a hand job in first class on an airplane.

It was a paradox really because even on that little cot in the basement giving the second blowjob of her life she had never felt lower than she did right then.

Basement. March 1979. (Jackie)

She'd always known that he was a good kisser, and she'd known that he was good with his hands, but she hadn't known that if he put those two talents together he could make her scream. Michael had never been particularly good at that. She kissed him and could taste herself in his mouth. "That was so…hot." She smirked and began to kiss her way down his chest grabbing his erection through his boxers. "You know, Steven, I've been thinking. It's about time I return the favor."

"Who are you, and what have you done with Jackie?" but his complaints were silenced as she placed her mouth right at the tip of his erection. She set to work taking him into her mouth and bobbing slowly while playing with the tip—just like Cosmo had said. He looped his fingers in her hair guiding her.

She smirked as he gasped. Who knew that she would enjoy this feeling of power?

Common courtesy dictated that he tell her when he was about to burst, but she continued to suckle and when he did come she licked him clean.

Basking in the afterglow she settled back into his arms. "Where the fuck did you learn to do that?" His voice was a little hoarse.

"Cosmo. Did you like it?" She looked like a little minx flushed with the thrill of what she had just done.

"Doll, you're the best." And they fell asleep, wrapped together, a picture of perfection.

Cancun. Late June 1980.

She loved the sun, and the way she felt in a bikini. She also loved the way Larry looked at her when she lounged at the edge of the pool, but she did not love the way his hand dug uncomfortably into her waist. "Hey babe, want to go back to the room."

"Have another drink, Larry then we can go back. I want to stay here a little longer." He stormed away clearly mad at her, and she couldn't find it in herself to feel bad for him.

Jackie realized why her mother loved Cancun—the anonymity, the absolute freedom provided by salt air and a little too much tequila. Still, the lingering thought that this would be better if there was no Larry persisted in her mind, but she'd made her bed and now she had to lie in it

Half an hour later Larry stumbled up to her again significantly drunker. He grabbed her by the wrist and she could feel a bruise start to form. "We're going to the room now, wifey." She tore her hand from his grasp.

"What the hell?"

"Jackie, I need you right now."

"Well I'm not in the mood."

"Too bad." He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She was too shocked too fight. Their room was a quick jaunt from the pool deck. Thrown down on the bed she stared up at her husband of two days.

"We are not having sex!" Her voiced squeaked. "I will call the fucking federales on your ass." She said it with a slight tenseness—only barely as a joke.

"Now, now, you little slut. You wouldn't do that to your new husband." His demeanor had completely changed. His shoulders were slumped towards her making her feel trapped.

"I would if you pull any more of this shit!" She stood to face him.

"Jackie, please don't swear, ladies shouldn't have foul mouths, and they should let their husbands fuck them." His speech was slurred, and he leaned even closer to kiss her.

"Fuck you!" She spared a brief thought that this was their first real fight, and then went to storm out of the room. He grabbed her by the wrist again, but this time she could not wrench free. His hand came up to plant a slap on her face.

"Don't swear you whore!" He spat in her face. She kicked him in the shin. He didn't flinch, and merely slapped her again before dropping her wrist. He stormed out of the room, and she stood there in shock. No one had ever hit her. Not once in her entire life had she been struck by a man. She had never thought that Larry would have it in him. Her wobbly legs carried her to the en suite bathroom to look at the damage.

On her right cheek, she could see the red beginning of what was sure to be a bruise. She'd read about this in Cosmo. She'd seen the afterschool specials. But she'd never thought she'd be the girl it happened to.

AN: Well it looks like some of you were spot on with your impressions of Larry. Please be kind and leave a review. I respond well to poking for updates if you want more. Also who doesn't love pressing that little button—it's good karma. (As a side note anonymous reviews are enabled)