by Jaded (opheliadrowning@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: Not mine, baby.
Rating: R
Summary: Jackie and Hyde reunite after the school year start.
This is the R-rated version, but an NC-17 version is also available Kikiduck's That '70s Archive (or else just email me and I will send it. FF.net won't allow me to link...or else I just can't figure it out).
Epilogue: Present Perfect
He couldn't stop touching her. She couldn't stop touching him. On the drive to Jackie's house Hyde had to pull over three times because it got too dangerous to continue on with hormones like theirs raging inside the el Camino.
Right at that moment Jackie was pressed against the bench seat of the car, her dark, silky hair fanned out around her head, his hands tangled in the soft curls. Hyde played at them distractedly while they kissed and groped, both of them squirming around the front seat trying to find a position that would be more comfortable. She felt him shift his weight to the left, probably afraid that he'd crush her. But when he moved she immediately missed the warmth of his body on top of hers. With one hand resting against the back of his neck and the other one on his hip, she pulled him back down against her own body. They hadn't seen each other in four days, which was four days too many by her count. She wasn't going to let him get away that easily.
He, apparently, had no problem with that idea. Jackie felt his mouth slide against hers, his tongue pushing gently at her lips, prying them open so he could taste her. She complied and let out a deep moan when she felt his tongue caress the roof of her mouth. Her breath caught in her throat, and she shuddered in the delight of his touch.
Four days, she thought faintly. She had missed him badly.
One of her hands still rested against his hip. It took all her will power to not let it wander any further to any places that broad daylight in the front seat of a parked car in the middle of a small town where everybody knew who they were would allow. Or maybe she'd just let her hand make the natural progression to where it wanted to be, she thought wickedly, but the thought fled her mind when she felt his mouth, hot and wet, against the hollow of her throat in that little spot that drove her crazy and made her legs tingle and her head feel faint.
"Steven," she whispered, her voice breathy and full of urgency, "not here. Let's get to my house."
By this point his mouth had traveled from her mouth, to her neck, to her throat, and before he stopped, to the spot where her breasts began to curve. She guided up with her own hands.
"You are so bad," she laughed, letting her palms linger against the firm muscles of his chest for a moment longer than needed. He could feel his body heat through his t-shirt. "You're killing me here, Steven." Jackie could feel how pink her cheeks were, but she didn't care. She smiled at him happily.
Hyde groaned and tried to give her a hard stare before it disintegrated into a look of amusement. "I'm killing you? What he hell do you think you're doing to me, Jackie? Aromatherapy?" He shook his head. He was about to re-start the car when he stopped for a second and turned back to face her. Reaching over to her, cupping her face in his hands, he leaned in and kissed her impulsively, a sweet, warm kiss on the mouth that lasted just a second.
It surprised her. She had just been getting ready to flip open her compact to check her make-up when he had kissed her. She felt a little dazed, and the compact lay forgotten on her lap. He must have been a little surprised by it too, because as they broke away from the kiss he looked befuddled, especially with his curly hair mussed up, and rewarded her with a rare, toothy smile, his lips parted in a relaxed, gentle grin.
She saw him shake his head again and then turn the ignition key to start the car. Jackie took the moment to let out a dreamy sigh before she tried to compose herself. Her right hand gripped the door handle tightly and she turned her gaze out the window. She knew if she looked at him one more time she would either melt or else jump him right there and then and they'd probably get into an accident, never mind getting to her house.
The plan, before the three delays, was to go over to her house to pack up some things and move more permanently into the Pinciotti's house. With Donna gone off to college and living with Eric, Bob was suffering from an extreme case of empty-nest syndrome. He had insisted that Jackie stay on as long as she wanted, and to "bring all the girly things she wanted to into Donna's room if it made her feel more at home." So that's what Jackie was going to do.
It was nice to live in a home where she felt wanted, where there were actually people who wanted her. Bob seem to dote on her, lavishing her with "pretty princess" preferential treatment, something he had missed doing because Donna was such a lumberjack—her words—not his. It was also nice to have the Formans next door, and even Mr. Forman, despite all his gruffness, seemed to genuinely care about her and her well-being.
It made life much easier for Jackie especially now that Hyde was living and going to school in Madison. When they had made-up and gotten back together he had managed to tweak his class schedule so that he only had classes four times a week which meant three day weekends with her in Point Place.
They were both busy though, he with classes, her with her own workload, cheerleading practice, and fending off all the high school boys who were following her around, hopelessly in love with her. Sometimes he'd show up a day earlier, but when Jackie realized he was probably skipping class in order to do this, she had, despite her own desires to see him, told him to quit it. He was going to college for himself, to build on his potential, but she knew in a way he was doing it for her too, to show her that his future was important to him—a future with her. It made her ache, how much she loved him.
Hyde got back onto the read, heading to her house, her empty mansion on the hill, and Jackie let herself relax into the passenger seat of the el Camino. She unrolled the window and let the cool autumn air sweep across her face. It smelled like burning leaves, hickory chips, and fresh cut hay.
They reached her house in no time. After all, Point Place was a small town. They both got out of the car to head inside.
The house had basically gone to rot in the last few months. With her father in prison and her mom off sampling the alcohol of the world, there was no one there to care for the house, or rather, no one there to pay someone to take care of the house.
Dead leaves were scattered everywhere on the front lawn, not looking like some beautiful fall scene or even like the house she had grown up in, but like a broken home. Jackie instinctively reached out for Hyde's hand, and he, instinctively, was already there to take it. She smiled up at him and they said nothing.
She opened the door and entered first. He followed. Jackie turned to lock the door, and paused a second before turning around. Something in her heart made her afraid to look inside the house. It was probably still as beautiful, as expensively furnished and decorated as it had always been, but it wasn't the same. But when she turned she did not see the living room or the grand piano that sat inside next to the polished mahogany table with the brandy and expensive crystal glasses.
What she saw instead was him, Steven Hyde. Her boyfriend. The person she loved most in the world, and the person in the world who loved her most. He had taken off his sunglasses and she could see his beautiful eyes looking at her. They were such a startling shade of blue, and she wished he showed them more often.
In an instant she had thrown herself into his arms, her mouth dragging hungrily against his. Her heart raced wildly, and Jackie swore he could feel it beating against his chest.
He returned her kisses, capturing her lower lip with his mouth, sucking at it lightly. She felt him pushing her backwards slowly, and they stopped when she felt the wall of her foyer against her back and his body.
Hyde moaned and deepened their kiss. His left hand angled her head up and she felt his tongue darting in and out of her mouth, grazing her teeth, her tongue.
He had such strong hands. They were surprisingly soft, actually, with a few calluses on the pads of his hands that lended suprisingly nice sensations when he let his hands roam her body. The first time they had made love she had kissed those same hands, those same calluses, when they had laid in bed in his apartment in Madison, exploring one another with their hands and their mouths.
Jackie wasn't surprised that he was a good lover. He had had tons more experience than any one in the gang had ever had, even Kelso. Even if she hadn't known that, the expertise and quality of his kisses would've given her the same idea. He was definitely all man. What had surprised her was his generosity as a lover. True, before him there had only been Kelso, and she had secretly called him "the two minute man," but she had read enough Cosmo to know that most men were just looking out for number one, and that the woman more often than not had to fake it. But with Hyde that had not been a problem so far. It made her wonder hard at why in the year or so they were together before the break-up, they had never had sex.
But there was no time to think about that now. She felt his hand snaking up her back, his fingers reaching for the clasp of her bra. He flicked at it three times with his finger before it unhooked, and Jackie almost laughed out loud. He was way too good at that.
She tried to shrug out of it without breaking contact with him, but it was so hard.
"Wait a minute, Steven," she panted, pushing him away for a moment. Jackie shimmied her arms, twisted a little bit, and within twenty seconds flat had the bra out and thrown onto the floor where it slid and hit the leg of a table that held a vase full of silk flowers.
Hyde raised an eyebrow looking a little disappointed. "Shirt?" he said.
Jackie cocked her head at him playfully. "Where's the mystery to that?" He looked pained. She laughed. "We'll get there. Don't worry."
He groaned again, and when she looked into his eyes she saw that they had turned dark with desire. She reached forward and captured his mouth with hers. They broke apart.
"Oh god," he mumbled, his eyes closed shut in pain, "enough with the foreplay."
With his strong arms she felt him lift her off her feet. He began backing up, carrying her into the living room. She felt him lay her down on the one-armed divan. His arms away from her for a fleeting moment, Jackie quickly removed her shirt and threw it onto the coffee table.
"Nice," he said appreciatively.
"You too," she said, pointing at his shirt, and he complied without a word of argument.
She sighed happily again. He had marvelous arms. She loved them, the way the muscles defined themselves, the strong curves that gripped to his shirts and made them look like a second skin. His eyes made him incredibly sexy. His arms made him unbearably so.
He leaned in and kissed her behind her ear, his tongue flicking out and tasting her skin there. She moaned his name and bucked up against him again. "We should do this all the time," she gasped as she felt his mouth trailing kisses down her throat.
"No argument from me," he murmured.
They made love in the living room, first slow and tenderly, then hard and fast. Afterwards they lay there together, naked, hot, sweaty, but insanely happy and satisfied. He reached over and brushed a strand of her dark, wet hair out of her face. Then Hyde leaned in, stopping to look into her eyes, smiled, and then kissed her, a long, slow kiss that Jackie wished feverishly to never end.
Outside, Jackie saw, it was growing dark. She wrapped her arms tightly around his chest.
"I can't believe it's already Friday night," she said sadly. "I only have you for two more days before you have to go back to school."
Hyde kissed her again tenderly. "Think of it this way," he said. "You still have me for two more days." He grinned and waggled his eyebrows.
She reached out and slapped him lightly, laughing. Then she stopped and Jackie tried to make her tone sound as serious as possible. She bit her lip, then looked at him thoughtfully. "How many more times do you think we can do it before Sunday night?"
His jaw dropped open. "Damn," he said. "Damn. I knew there was a reason I loved you so much."
She giggled, and he pulled her closer to him, and together they began planning ways in which to break the previous record of love-making, one they had set only the week before.
THE END, (and I mean it this time).
