Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the slightly changed plotline.

Timeline: This chapter takes place before and after the bar scene.

Warning: This chapter contains rough sex and a solo scene. Do not read if it makes you uncomfortable.


Something changed after their encounter, but she wasn't sure what. She wasn't sure why; he's had other girls before and she already decided that it was a one time thing.

So why couldn't she stop thinking about him?

She didn't go back to him, didn't even look at him, until a week later. And she was completely miserable that whole week.

She didn't understand; she only did it to stop thinking about Jake (it worked by the way; Jake who?). But now he wouldn't leave her head. Her only consolation is that when she occasionally glances at him, his eyes are on her. So maybe he can't stop thinking about her either.

Kat shook her head; these were bad thoughts. Julie and Kendra already warned her about him, maybe this was the reason why.

She rounded the corner of the school corridor, head lowered, running into something solid. She nearly fell backward, but familiar hands clutched her upper arms, holding her up. She looked at him, a deer in the headlights expression on her head, not knowing what to say or how to act around him now.

He simply looked at her blankly.

"U-um," She stuttered, removing herself from his grip, feeling his eyes on her as she shuffled passed him, "Late for class."

When she was sure she was out of his sights, she took off in a sprint.


Kat sighed, letting the warm water soothe her, hugging herself. The sound of the water falling from the showerhead and smacking against the floor loudly echoed throughout the bathroom.

She hasn't seen Hyde in three days, and he was still in her head. (Why won't he go away?) There were thumb and fingerprints all over her hips and inner thighs. She had hickeys and teeth marks on her chest, neck and shoulders. And she knew there were fingerprints on the back of her neck from where he gripped her that night.

She suddenly wished he was here with her. She suddenly missed the feeling of his callused hands running over her sensitive skin. She suddenly wanted to hear his husky voice growling in her ear again.

Unconsciously, she ran her hands down her chest, over her breasts and slid them across her stomach. She reached her most intimate spot, slowly sinking to her knees as she lightly rubbed her clit in circles with her fingers, her breath increasing.

She slowly let two fingers slide into her already wet folds, gently thrusting them in and out, thinking about the way he touched her, talked to her, and the feelings she couldn't describe that he brought out in her.

She increased her pace, whimpering, tightening around her fingers, moving her hips.

This wasn't enough. This was too slow, too gentle; nothing like him.

She suddenly stopped, a soft sob escaping her.

"I can't cum..." She whimpered, the frustrating feeling of being unable to release getting to her.

She didn't... need him... did she?


Hyde groaned in relief, the painkillers finally doing their job of helping out his hangover. When Mrs. Forman brought them home from the bar, she immediately sent them to bed to sleep it off, and he woke up about an hour ago, sneaking upstairs through the sleeping house to loot the medicine cabinet.

It was almost one in the morning and he couldn't fucking sleep, all because of some stupid rich girl.

He didn't get it; he's done this before, gone out for a quick lay and not giving a crap about seeing the girl again. So why can't Kat Peterson get out of his head? What makes her so different?

She was inexperienced for one. Probably only screwed around with Bradley and no one else; probably only ever 'made love' or just had simple sex, not knowing what it meant to just fuck. Not experiencing the primal need to just get off.

It made corrupting her a bit fun, and a little bit of a turn on.

Maybe that's why she wouldn't leave his head. Maybe that's why the sound of her loud moans and pleasured sobs echoed in his ears, or the sight of her contorted face, mouth hung open in intense pleasure with a single tear escaping her eye was burned into his brain. Maybe that's why the claw marks she left on his chest and back always throbbed, no matter how much they scabbed over and healed.

He thought back to the bar; how he, Forman, and Fez went to go pick up a drunk Red. He thought about how Red was drunk enough to let them drink with him. He thought about how he decided to go for it, hoping getting drunk would get her out of his head for a minute.

And it did... for the most part.

There was some chick named Amy he was talking to, drunk enough to call her pretty. But, Kat was in the back of his mind the entire time he talked to her, and when he sobered up, he immediately tossed Amy's number in the trash.

Hyde growled to himself; God, he was acting like Forman around Donna.

He leaned up on his forearms, hearing the click of his door, watching as it hesitantly opened.

And there stood the reason for all his problems.

She kept her eyes lowered, wringing her hands nervously as she slowly walked to his cot and sat down an arm's length away, and he sat up a little straighter, looking at her with darkened eyes and a clenched jaw. She was wearing a maroon, cotton miniskirt and a skin tight, white t-shirt. The fabric of her skirt was held closed by two, overly large black buttons; it would be so easy...

"I..." She finally looked up at him, her breath hitching at the sight of his blackened eyes, "I don't know why I came back..."

They stared at each other for a long while and then suddenly they were inseparable.

He grabbed her face and pulled her into a frantic kiss; she responded immediately, tangling her hand into his hair tightly, making him grunt. He fell back, pulling her on top of him. He wrenched his hands from her face, grabbing her hips tightly and pulling her up so she straddled him. He growled lowly into her mouth when she immediately began grinding her hips into his, and she moaned back, feeling his hardness against her clit.

He wrenched the buttons he'd been eyeing free, unwrapping her skirt from her hips and tossing it to the floor. She responded in kind, sliding her hands under his shirt and up his stomach, taking his band shirt with her and letting her nails scrape across his skin. He leaned up, ripping his shirt off the rest of the way and tossing it away before roughly grabbing her face again, hardening the kiss and she moaned into his mouth, digging her nails into his chest.

He roughly slid his hands from her face and down her arms. He slid his hands under her shirt, ripping it over her head and throwing it away. She slid her hands down his chest, frantically unclasping his belt buckle while he unclasped her bra. She pulled his belt from the loops while he slid the straps down her arms. She tossed the belt aside, along with her bra and immediately recaptured his lips in a bruising kiss.

He leaned up a little, sliding his hands over her stomach and breasts, over her shoulders, down her back, and over her covered bottom. She moaned when he didn't waste time with lifting her, simply ripping her underwear off her, throwing the torn garment away. He leaned up further, wrapping his arms tightly around her back and shoulders, placing rough, wet kisses over her neck, shoulders, chest, and breasts while she unbuttoned his jeans, using her feet to slide her sandals from her feet.

She pulled her lips free from his, placing her hands on his chest to push him onto his back. She moaned when he began circling her clit with his thumb, thrusting her hips into his hand, and slid her hands down the flaps of his jeans, not really surprised to find he goes commando. She wrapped a hand around him and he growled as she pulled him free. She lifted her hips, his hands sliding to her thighs to grip tightly, and she let herself drop.

He threw his head back into the pillow and panted loudly, and she moaned loudly at the both new and familiar pain of being filled and stretched in one sudden movement, throwing her own head back, digging her nails deeply into his abs. Like him, she wasted no time in letting herself adjust to him and immediately began pivoting on the hard cock.

"Ah, shit, that's it, babe. Ride me. Faster."
"Ohhhh!"

Hyde lifted onto his elbows, bending his knees slightly, to grip her forearms tightly, keeping his eyes on her as they continued moving at a brutal pace.

Kat drew blood with her nails and she moaned loudly; this is the feeling she needed. This is what she couldn't stop thinking about; the feeling of him inside her. And she knew then that she wouldn't be able to go without anymore. She was delighted, though, to know that he was thinking of her, too, if the way he grabbed her when she walked in was anything to go by.

Kat whined in the back of her throat, feeling herself tighten around him, making him grunt. She picked up her pace, lifting her hand to rub her clit vigorously, his own still hanging onto her wrist.

They came together, her loudly, him with a growl in the back of his throat. They slowed down their movements, riding out their orgasm, the only sounds in the room their loud panting.

Kat collapsed onto his chest and he wrapped his arms tightly around her back and shoulders, using one hand to grip some of her hair as he placed wet kisses onto a shoulder, panting loudly in time with her.

She began sliding her hands over his chest and neck, placing desperate kisses on his collar bone.

"Again?" He panted hoarsely, tightening his grip.

"Please," She breathed back, and he immediately rolled over, trapping her beneath him, roughly kissing her neck and she buried her hands in his hair, thrusting her hips into his.


And there's chapter 2 :)

The next few chapters are more than likely going to be smutty until I can begin placing their feelings again. I'm trying to work my way up to Burning Down the House, so...

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