Hyde Bags Jackie Chapter 14: Class Picture, a that '70s show fanfic

A/N: Hope this isn't disappointing in any way…I kind of like it, but I'm a little insecure. Thank to Maeve (an anonymous reviewer) who made me actually consider doing a story for this episode (J/H really are sitting REALLY close together), and luvcali76 for being awesome and helpful with plot structure (that's just a given from now on)! Please let me know what you think! Thanks to everyone who's been leaving comments—they mean a lot to me!

Class Picture

Glancing up and down the hallway, Hyde made sure that no one was looking before he grabbed Jackie's wrist pulled her roughly into the janitor's closet. She had just come from having her picture taken, and Hyde knew that they had a good twenty minutes until anyone would be looking for them. Before she even had a chance to realize where she was, he pushed her up against a wall and plundered her mouth with his tongue. Getting over her initial bout of confusion, Jackie kissed back, glad to have the contact. For the past half hour, they had been sitting with the rest of the gang, discussing memories and yearbook quotes. It had been a little bit of a stretch to really pay attention, though, since she and Hyde had been sitting together, practically pressed up against one another during the proceedings. Sometimes Jackie had to wonder if everyone really was just plain stupid.

Hyde's hands began a wandering exploration down her body, teasing her nipples through the fabric of her dress before sliding his hands down to cup her butt.

"You're not wearing anything under this dress," he mumbled into her mouth. She just pushed him back and smiled, flipping her hair as she responded:

"It would show a panty line." He smirked before forcing her up against the wall and capturing her lips again. The intensity of their kiss slowed and Hyde pulled away slightly, smiling down at her. "Sorry. Been wanting to do that all day." Jackie caught a faint blush on his cheeks, and she cocked her head to the side. "Thinking about, you know…stuff." He blushed more and Jackie nearly lost it.

"I bet you were thinking about the first time you knew you loooooooved me." She teased at him, flashing him her best flirtatious smile. He gave her a little glare and the blush cleared from his cheeks, but he still seemed in remarkably good humor. "Do you remember the first time we kissed, Steven?" He gave her a strange look, one that she couldn't quite place.

"Yeah, Jackie, but…"

"In the mall parking lot when I bought you those boots!" She seemed to drift into space, a happy smile on her face.

"Oh, please, Jackie. That was not our first kiss. I didn't even kiss back!"

"So, what, you count Veteran's Day when we pulled away from each other?" He shook his head adamantly, but immediately looked like he regretted it; the strange look returned to his face.

"Uh, okay. So would you fill me in on this first kiss that I apparently don't remember?" The strange look, the one that she couldn't define or read, got even stranger, and he looked like he was having a difficult time putting words together. When he spoke it was barely a whisper, and she had to ask him to repeat himself.

"You were drunk. And, uh, you know. Paranoid. You didn't…" She was staring at him in shock. "I'm really sorry, Jackie. I didn't mean to take advantage of you, you, you, were talking about stuff and then we were kissing and…"

"When?" He was surprised that she didn't seem angry, so he answered without thinking.

"After you beat up Laurie." His voice still held a hint of pride at that memory. "You were so badass." Leaning down towards her, he kissed her again, slowly this time, as though he was savoring her.

"After that second circle?" He nodded in response; there was a brief flash of remembrance in her eye. "Tell me?" He nodded again, and she proceeded to nibble on his neck while told her the story.

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FLASHBACK

Jackie and Hyde sat on the basement couch alone, both clearly inebriated. Well, Jackie was basically trashed after three beers and a little circle time, and Hyde was feeling good enough to join in her laughter as they drunkenly rambled about everything and nothing. They had been sharing companionable conversation ever since Jackie had kicked Laurie's ass. In fact, Hyde found himself distinctly enjoying her company after that little display. Who would have thought that little Jackie Burkhardt was such a badass at heart? He'd never guess that teaching Jackie Zen would lead to him gaining respect for her...it had seemed more like a way to burn Kelso and Laurie and get his boots shined, but the world could be surprising sometimes. They had lapsed into a comfortable silence when Laurie came clomping down the stairs in full-on bitch mode, clearly seeking revenge for her earlier encounter with Jackie.

"Look, it's the stupid little child." Jackie looked back and just drunkenly laughed at her scratched up face, clearly pissing Laurie off. The blonde girl was searching her brain for more insults, but Hyde jumped in to cut off proceedings.

"It's been real fun Laurie, but we're gonna go run with scissors." Standing up, he offered a hand to Jackie, but she just looked at him and burst into another fit of giggles. Somewhat irritated, he wrapped his arms around her waist and roughly pulled her up from the couch, slung her giggling body easily over his shoulder, and headed towards his the door. They certainly didn't need to ruin a good day by being around Laurie when Jackie was too drunk to defend herself.

"Oh, taking your turn with her, huh, Hyde? I know Fez wants to be next. God knows why. From what Kelso says she won't even suck…"

Hyde cut her off, glaring at her with near hatred. "Shut the fuck up," he practically snarled. The words were spoken with such vehemence, such a lack of their usual easy going antagonistic banter, that Laurie actually closed her mouth and just stared as Hyde carried Jackie out of the room and slammed the back door behind him.

Neither of them spoke as Hyde placed her in the Vista Cruiser, grabbed his spare copy of the car key (Eric never needed to know about that one), and drove them to a secluded spot. When they were seated next to each other on the hood of the car, Jackie looked over at him with sad eyes. "I guess I'm not very Zen at all. Not nearly as cool as you thought." She seemed so deeply concerned with his opinion of her that he was reassuring her before he even stopped to ask himself why he should care.

"What you did earlier was really badass, Jackie. You made everyone proud." She smiled at him. "You're just a little drunk right now, and Laurie's…herself."

"She's right, you know. I won't…I don't…" She took in a shuddering breath, clearly holding back tears. "I mean, I didn't do that stuff for Michael. Stuff that Laurie probably does." Hyde just nodded his head, absent-mindedly tucking that piece of information away. "Do you think that's why he…he…with…her?" She was softly crying now.

He almost said yes, but bit his tongue when he considered that it might hurt her feelings. But come on…they were talking about Michael freakin' Kelso. Trying to phrase it delicately, he said, "Honestly, Jackie. It's Kelso. He'd probably run off with a goat if he thought it could…you know." That earned him a small giggle, but she was still crying.

"I'm pretty sure I loved him. But now I think that was probably stupid of me." She shook her head, tears still falling down her cheeks. Without thinking, he brushed the dampness off of her.

"He's not good enough for you, you know." He said it quietly but surely, and Jackie stared at him in shock.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Her head was tilted slightly to the side, eyes big and questioning.

"Oh, I'm drunk. Really really drunk." She laughed a little and he winked at her.

"Drunk enough to listen to me talk about Michael?" The look on his face said that he really didn't want to hear it, but he wasn't going to stop her, either. "I never wanted to do that," she stated firmly, referring back to Laurie's comment. "It was so weird, because I thought I should want to, you know? I thought…I thought that he should make me want to. But all sex was ever good for was getting him to shut up and buy me stuff. I guess I just thought things would be different than they were. It wasn't anything like you read about in those romance novels." Hyde didn't bother to tell her that he had never—nor would he ever—read one of those books. "No electricity in his kisses. No grand passions that make you feel like you're flying and falling at the same time. No orgasms that make you scream out for God. No hours of passion in bed. No irresistible desire to run my hands and my mouth all over him. He usually lasted about a minute and didn't even take off his clothes." Her tears had stopped and she spoke in a matter-of-fact voice. "I'm not naïve enough to think that everything you read about is the way things are going to be. But people write that stuff, don't they? People who've done that stuff and felt that stuff. There must be something to it." Her eyes met his in the dim light, and Hyde wondered for a moment what the hell he was doing, but he was distracted by the way the moonlight seemed to make her skin glow and her eyes light up. He stared at her, captivated, as a breeze ruffled through her hair. "Have you ever felt that stuff?"

The question startled him, to say the least. She seemed to let go of her sadness, and the stare she fixed him with was open and questioning and almost…aroused? "Sort of," he found himself replying. "You remember Chrissy?" She nodded slightly, still holding his gaze with her own. "Things were sort of like that with her, I guess. I didn't get totally swept up in everything, it wasn't really a grand passion, but it was…it was good."

"You've had enough girls to know what's good. I've never even made out with someone else except for truth or dare. How can I be sure that there was or wasn't something there with Michael when I have no other experience?" Her voice was a whisper, and Hyde found himself leaning in closer to hear. "I wish I could know for sure if there was something more." As she spoke, Hyde's gaze shifted to her lips and he unconsciously leaned even closer.

Whatever words she spoke next were lost to Hyde as he felt Jackie's warm breath sweeping over his lips. He raised one hand and gently stroked the side of her face before his lips softly brushed over hers, causing Hyde to shudder and Jackie to gasp. "That's it, that spark," she whispered as his mouth met hers again, this time with more pressure and urgency. Hyde found himself quickly getting lost in the sensation of her lips burning under his, the feeling of her smooth skin as he cupped her face in his hands, the resistance her soft body offered as he climbed over her on the hood of the car and rested his full weight above her. She gasped again when Hyde ran one of his hands down the side of her body, and he took the opportunity to dip his tongue into her open mouth. Moaning loudly, she responded in kind, tangling her tongue with his, drinking in his very essence. Only dimly aware of what she was doing, Jackie worked her hands under his shirt, stroking the naked flesh there and encouraging him to touch her in the same way. When his hand slid over her bare breast, she called out his name, and that sound pulled him back to reality.

They pulled apart from each other, disheveled and panting harshly, and shared a long moment of quiet thoughtfulness before pulling themselves together. Hyde stood up from the car first and offered Jackie a hand. Together, hand in hand, they walked to the passenger side of the car, neither needing to speak to know that Hyde was preparing to take her home. They were quiet on the way to her house, but it was a comfortable quiet—something that surprised Hyde given the circumstances. When he pulled the car into her driveway, he automatically got out and walked Jackie to the door. She turned to him with a brilliant smile before brushing a kiss over his lips and dashing inside her dark house.

"You didn't seem to remember it the next day, so I never brought it up. I wanted to, I guess, especially when you started hanging all over me all the time." He raised an eyebrow at her. "I think I was pissed off that you could forget it."

Jackie was staring at Hyde, eyes wide with combined wonder and arousal. "I did remember it. I was never sure…I woke up with a hangover the next morning and I thought it was a dream. And you were so dismissive of me that I was sure it wasn't real. I guess it did make me a little…needy." He snickered at the understatement and the memory of Jackie following him around. "On Veteran's Day, when I said I didn't feel anything, I was really just scared because the whole scene seemed so similar…" Her eyes grew even wider. "That spot! That's the same spot you took me to on Veteran's Day!" She shook her head in wonder, laughing a little at his sheepish look. "That night really meant something to you and you tried to recreate it! That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard," her giggling tone vanished when she spoke those words, and she brought a hand over her heart in earnest.

"Jackie…" She just shook her head at his hatred of being called "sweet," and continued.

"Who knew you were such a romantic?" There was no teasing in her voice, simply wonder as she stared up at him while he blushed again.

"Jackie…" She ignored the warning tone in his voice and started to tease him about his sweetness.

"You're just such a little cutie mummff…" Her words were cut off as Hyde kissed her once and then bent her body over a dirty worktable, flipped up the skirt of her dress, and landed a loud smack on her naked butt. His hand worked over her for a dozen more strokes, aimed to sting a little but not really hurt. If Hyde ever questioned whether he was doing something wrong, the way Jackie moaned and her hips gyrated on the table let him know that she was enjoying it at least as much as he was.

"You've got to learn to shut your pie hole, Jackie!" With those words, the spanking stopped, and the sound of Hyde's pants being unzipped filled the quiet room. Slowly but surely, he slid inside of her, his hands firmly holding her hips in place, savoring the feel of her wet heat surrounding him. "Fuck, Jackie you're so wet…you really liked that, didn't you?" Her quiet moan of assent filled him with a sudden need to possess her and sent his thrusts into overdrive. Almost too quickly, Jackie was whimpering loudly and bucking back against him uncontrollably, sure signs of her approaching finish. When she finally called out his name in the throws of her orgasm, Hyde quickly followed her, emptying himself inside of her before he practically collapsed on top of her. They remained like that for many long minutes, cooling off and regulating their breathing, before Hyde pulled them up and pinned Jackie to the wall again. Their lips met slowly, tongues sliding together sensually in the aftermath of their pleasure.

"I still think you're sweet," Jackie whispered against his mouth, earning her a raised eyebrow and another smack on the butt as they pulled themselves together, preparing to reenter the 'real world.' From seemingly out of nowhere, Jackie said, "I'm going to bring my friend Leslie over to the Foreman's some day soon." Hyde gave her a look that plainly asked why he should care, and Jackie smiled as she added, "She's always had a thing for Michael." He grinned at that and kissed her once more before she finished fixing her dress and they stealthily exited the closet.

A/N: I don't condone drunk driving…but I've never met a guy who didn't swear he could drive after a few beers, so whatever. PLEASE take a second to review! I even enabled anonymous reviews and I'd LOVE to know what you think! Next time is…well…that's pretty obvious, right?