Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the slightly changed plotline.
Timeline: Takes place inside the club
Kat sighed, running her fingers over her drink.
She was sitting at a bar in some club, wearing a nice black dress. Steven had called her up hours before, telling her to meet him here. But, she still hasn't seen him yet.
They've been in this, uh... relationship for nearly a month now. She sneaks into his basement, they fuck, and then... they just talk.
She's found out a few things about him that other people probably don't know. How his father wasn't just neglectful, but violent, how his mother always dated guys that were just like, or even worse, than Bud Hyde, how his mother left him alone with no food, no money, debt to pay, and an eviction notice.
He's found out some things about her, too. Her reasons for coming to him (which he snorted at, by the way), how her parents are never around and leave her home alone in some giant mansion, that she has two little brothers, twins, that she's a parent to, that she honestly doesn't care about social status.
It was an odd setup... but it worked.
Kat knew she was starting to feel things for him, things she shouldn't. And she wondered if he felt them, too.
She jumped, feeling a hand caress her shoulder.
She turned to face him, eyes hidden behind his sunglasses. He slid his hand across her shoulder, behind her neck, to her other shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her loosely.
"Hi," Kat smiled, leaning into him, "Where've you been?"
He leaned into her as well, "Bouncer."
"Mmm."
He kissed her exposed shoulder, mumbling, "You look good."
She smiled, biting her lip as "Freebird" began to play. She grabbed his hand, looking up at him, "Can we dance? Please? I love this song."
He sighed heavily through his nose, tightening the arm around her shoulders as he led her to the dance floor, crowded with slow-dancing couples.
Kat smiled when they found a spot, wrapping her arms around his neck while his hands move to her waist as they swayed their hips lightly to the music. He placed a kiss on her exposed shoulder, turning her so her back was against his chest. He slowly slip his hands up her waist, gently grabbing her arms and lifting them, letting her hands cup the crook of his shoulder, resting his hands on her waist once more as they began swaying again, and he occasionally moved his hips forward against her bottom.
He began to run his hands over her waist, stomach and sides, and she sighed softly, letting her head rest back against his shoulder as he buried his face in her neck, one of her hands sliding up to his hair. She bit her lip again, feeling his lips slide across her neck. She wouldn't voice her thought, never, but she almost felt loved; but she reminded herself that there was nothing more between them than an odd friendship, occasional lovers. Not even lovers, the things he did to her couldn't be considered making love; bed buddies is a better description.
Kicking the thoughts from her head, Kat turned to face him, feeling his hands sliding on her waist at the movement, wrapping her arms around his neck again. She kissed him softly on the lips and his grip on her waist tightened.
She broke the kiss and smiled, "So now what?"
He didn't say anything; he simply slid his hands up to her shoulders, lightly gripping them, and turned her back around, gently leading her off the dance floor and toward the back of the club where the restrooms were.
He kissed her shoulder again when they reached them before brushing passed her to check the men's room. She glanced around the club, making sure no one noticed them (which they didn't by the way, too busy with their own friends and lovers), before following him in.
She shut the door behind her in the empty room, and the second she turned to him, he abruptly pressed his mouth to hers, possessively sliding his hands around her waist and up her back. He led her to the stall furthest from the bathroom door. Their lips parted momentarily when he turned around to lock the stall door, but it only took a split second before he turned back to her, backing her forcefully against the wall, plunging his tongue hungrily into her mouth. She responded in kind, sliding her tongue along his and raking her fingers through his tight curls. His sunglasses pressed against her, and she broke the kiss for a brief moment to remove them from his face and hook them into the front of his shirt before capturing his mouth again. His hips ground into hers in anticipation and she moaned into his mouth while he growled into hers.
"Ste-ven," She whimpered when he grabbed her by the back of each thigh, hoisting her up against the wall, and she locked her ankles around his waist, the skirt of her dress bunched up around her hips. He held her up with one hand (so strong) and used the other to move her underwear to the side, slipping his fingers into her moist folds. She moaned, moving her hips against his hand, tilting her head against the wall as his lips attacked her neck. She slid her hands down his chest, fumbling with his belt buckle and the button and zipper of his jeans. She freed him, stroking him lovingly as she guided him to her entrance.
"Steven, please..." She moaned breathily into his ear, the hushed tone sliding along his spine. He removed his fingers from her, holding her hips in both hands while she used one of her own to push her panties to the side, the other pulling him toward her. He slid into her with one powerful stroke and she let her head fall back, gripping his shoulders tightly as he began moving at a slow, hard and deep pace, releasing a breathy noise each time he drove in. She slid her hands up, wrapping her arms around his neck, gripping his hair and burying his face into her chest, occasionally feeling his tongue.
"Oh, God..." She whispered, reaching down with one hand to slowly circle her clit with her fingers, the slow but hard pace and the excitement of doing this in a semi-public place driving her to the brink.
His thrusts picked up their pace, and she moved her hand back up to his shoulder while he captured her mouth to silence her cries as she came. She languidly moved her hips against his as she rode out her orgasm, his pace picking up even more, slamming into her before he suddenly stilled, releasing inside her.
He removed his lips from hers, resting his forehead against her shoulder as they came down, panting.
"Fuck, Kat..." He sighed out, gently removing himself from her and letting her place her feet to the floor.
She kissed him again, placing her hands on his shoulders, and his rested on her waist. She broke the kiss, grabbing his sunglasses and placing them back over his eyes.
She smiled slightly, whispering, "I'm gonna get cleaned up... I'll meet you back at the bar, okay?" He nodded, righting his jeans and belt as he placed a lingering kiss on the side of her neck before exciting the room.
She kept her word, meeting him at the bar. They drank shots together using their fakes, talked and laughed. He even danced with her again, and Kat had to keep reminding herself that they weren't in a relationship, no matter how much she wished they were.
"Hey," Donna smiled as they walked home, "I saw you hanging out with a blonde. She anything special?"
Eric and Fez looked at Hyde as well, grinning at him, probably with perverse thoughts in their heads about his new 'fling.'
He just smirked, "Sure is."
Yay, new chapter :)
Also, I kinda forgot that Hyde doesn't get his own room till Laurie and the Professor, so I'll just find a way to explain that in the next chapter.
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