A/N I forgot to state in previous chapters that obviously I do not own That 70's Show, or it wouldn't have ended so badly.
Alo thanks to everyone who has reviewed and or followed.
Chapter 3: Beginning to Feel
Closing the door to my room, I begin to to think that this is not what we should be doing. She is like a drug to me. I can't help it I need her. I have been without her for way too long.
I feel her tears soaking my shirt. With one hand I pull the blanket back, and lay Jackie on my cot. I stand up to take my jacket off, Jackie jolts up, " Steven where are you going, Don't leave" she cries back by just how scared she sounds, I turn to her, " I'm not leaving jackie I'm just going to take my jacket off and get ready for bed."
I feel her eyes on me the whole time I'm changing. It's like she's afraid if she looks away I'll disappear again. Changing into my wife beater and sweats I begin to realize just how tired I am.
I crawl up my side of the cot, beside the only girl who has ever really known me. I go to pull her close to me the way we used to sleep together when she would sneak over and at the last second Jackie flips over so we are face to face. Before I can even register what's going her lips are in mine. Man have I missed this, my chick, in my bed, with me.
"Steven, God baby I missed you so much" in between kisses. I feel her pull my shirt up. She's running her hands over my stomach, my chest, and my back. It's almost as if she has an extra set of hands.
I pull Jackie closer to me, removing her shirt, I run my hands up and down her back. I feel what i have been missing these last three weeks. This chick is my home. I notice as my hands are running up and down her back that I can actually feel every single rib. She has always been tiny, but not like this. This more than that.
"Doll tell what happened, I can feel every bone in your back. Please tell me that this isn't my fault. Jackie you have to take care of yourself." I begin to get so mad at myself. No matter what happened between us, she has to be ok. I'm not worth all of the trouble I cause her. Why does she not see this, after everything.
" Mrs Forman has been trying to feed me, But I thought with stupid Michael ruining my life and you leaving before I could say anything. God baby I thought I had lost you for good, and then you never came home. I swear I was trying to eat but I just couldn't stop thinking that you were never coming back to me. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, I was so lost without you."
Jackies voice gives way to the tears she's been holding back. I bring my lips to hers. I kiss her to let her know that I'm here. She has never done well alone. Before when her parents left her alone and she would sneak over she would say that she needed to kiss me so that she could feel me, really feel me.
"Go to sleep grasshopper, I'm home" I whisper to her.
She rolls over again, and I pull her flush against me, her back to my front. It feels like it has been a 100 years since I have held my chick. There is still a lot of shit we need to work out without any of her ultimatums, or me always jumping to the wrong conclusion. Just maybe we can find our way through this whole mess.
Jackie's breathing finally begins to even out. I think she's finally asleep when I begin to drift off, I hear her whisper, "Goodnight Puddin Pop, I love you."
I can't say anything, so I just pull her closer and place a kiss to her shoulder. I know that in the morning things are going to get worse, probably way worse before they get better.