Donna's Panties

-YOU GIVE ME BUTTERFLIES-

"Sarah, Laurie cheated on Michael. Isn't that wonderful?" Jackie cried, cheerfully, clapping her hands together. We were sitting in the Pinciotti's kitchen while Donna was having a Valentine's Day dinner over at the Forman's.

"Why is that wonderful?" I asked, eating a chocolate. "It's Valentine's Day. That's not wonderful, that's sad."

"No, it is wonderful, because it's payback for all the times he cheated on me! God, Sarah, who's side are you on?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know Kelso getting cheated on had some secret meaning. Geez."

"Hey, speaking of Valentine's Day, why aren't you spending it with Hyde?"

"Steven? He's not much of a romantic. We're probably just gonna have hot Valentine's Day sex. Speaking of hot Valentine's Day sex...I should probably get over there."

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"No. Way," I said, gasping as I walked in the basement. I had expected Kelso or Fez and Caroline, or someone to be down there, but there was no one. Just me and Hyde.

He put rose petals on the couch and candles on the coffee table and TV.

"I can't cook, so..." he murmured, looking down at his boots.

"Oh My God, Steven, it's so beautiful!" I cried, and for a moment I felt like Jackie, but I didn't really care. i was so impressed, and I loved him so much. "Thank you, I love you."

"I love you, too," he replid and kissed me before we sank onto the couch, deeply involved in making out with each other and probably going much farther.

Hyde tugged at my jeans and I suddenly remembered the first time that Hyde and I had had sex:

I wiped my eyes asI ran up the steps to Hyde's house across the street. This wasn't right. I was only thirteen-years-old and had been raped by my father so many times that I lost count.

I pounded on the door and stood in the freezing cold, trembling. Hyde, please be home, I thought. I need you.

The door creaked open and Hyde wiped his eyes and then shoved his famous sunglasses onto his nose. "Sarah? What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you," I said. "Is Edna home?"

"No. What's wrong?"

"My dad. He...he did it to me again," I sobbed and Hyde clenched his jaw.

"Do you want to come in?" he asked and I nodded, and stepped inside. As soon as I did, I launched myself into his arms and sobbed into his chest.

"I hate him. How could he do this to me? He stole my virginity, and-and-" I couldn't get any more words out.

"Yeah," Hyde whispered and I shook my head.

"No, you don't know what it's like...to be raped-"

"Yeah, I do," he blurted out.

"What? Did...Bud...?" I guessed, and he looked away.

"Is there something wrong with us?" I asked. "I mean, why don't Eric's parents do that to him? Or Jackie's? Why just us? Did we do something wrong?"

"No," he replied.

"But-"

"There's nothing wrong with you, Sarah. It's your jackass dad, that's all." I looked up at him and then he was kissing me and kissing me and I was surprised at how much I liked it, no, loved it.

If it was Kelso or Eric, I would have pushed them away and yelled, "Eww!" because I thought of them as friends, nothing more, but this was Hyde and I was in love with him, just like I had been since I met him when we were 5.

And then he was carrying me upstairs and then we were in his bed. I was kissing his neck and he was stroking my hair, and it was the most beautiful, magical moment of my life.

I know you're probably thinking that we were too young, but we were thirteen and had both been raped. So sex didn't seem like that much of a big deal.

But the really weird part was that we didn't follow it up. We had sex, but acted totally normal the next day. We made love, and didn't get together until 3 years later. How weird is that?