Switched
a/n: This is still part of Jackie's flashback...
Chapter 5: The Kiss
Jackie didn't really like dealing with her own emotions, let alone other people's. So, you could imagine how uncomfortable she was when Steven Hyde climbed into her El Camino after school, facing her, his blue eyes glinting under the afternoon sunlight.
"Whydidyoukissme?"
He took a deep breath as she strained her eyes, trying to understand his rambling.
He inhaled sharply, closing his eyes softly as he murmured, "Why did you kiss me?"
Jackie glanced around the parking lot nervously, wondering if Eric was nearby. Upon establishing that they were very much alone, Jackie turned towards Steven, not sure how to word herself.
"I felt like it." Jackie mumbled, placing her hands back on the steering wheel, hoping this answer would satisfy him, though she knew it wouldn't.
"You felt like it?" Steven repeated, blinking widely. "But, Eric..."
"Hyde," Jackie groaned, "Do you want a ride home?" Jackie started the car, slamming the gas before he could say anything. The radio blasted as soon as she started the engine, blocking out any further attempts at conversation.
Jackie slammed the brakes as she reached the Hyde mansion, looking up at it with disgust.
"Home, sweet, home." Hyde laughed, putting his feet up on the dashboard. Jackie stared at the chewed up, untied laces of his dirty Nike's, avoiding any eye contact. "Jackie, no one's home..."
Jackie snapped out of her daze, staring into his blue, sparkling eyes.
The girls at school were right about one thing, Steven Hyde was...cute.
Actually, he was more then cute. He had these adorable dimples when he smiled, his curly hair sort of bounced when he laughed, and his lips were the just the perfect shade of pink.
Jackie shook her head softly, feeling ashamed about thinking of Steven's lips.
There were so many more cons to Steven Hyde though.
Jackie heard so many stories, round school, and though she tried not to hone in on gossip, in high school, it was kind of impossible.
According to Betsy Patterson in her gym class, Steven has slept with over seventy girls.
When Jackie first heard that, she was shocked.
Sure, eavesdropping on Betsy's conversation wasn't very nice, but who the hell cared anyway? Betsy smells like eggs, reason enough to not like her.
But did Steven Hyde really sleep with so many girls?
Jackie always assumed he was a virgin. Granted, she never really spent more then five minutes alone with him, until recently. In fact, this car ride was the most time they had spent together since, well, forever. She basically stuck to Kelso, Fez, and Eric and he came by when she was sleeping or searching for a good stash.
"You want to come in?"
Jackie shook her head once more, brown, wild curls flowing around her face.
"Come in?" Jackie snorted. "Don't think so."
"Come on, Jackie. I know where my mom keeps her stash." He raised his eyebrows temptingly.
"Your mom has a stash?" Jackie asked, slightly intrigued. She didn't think rich people smoked up. They were too busy counting their money and firing servants.
He smirked, that cute smirk that Jackie could almost label as irresistible and left the car, running up the vast, cement stairs leading to his front door.
She sighed, following him. She had some time to kill, or whatever, so it was no sweat off her back to just come in and taste some rich bitch's stash.
"Whoa." Jackie exclaimed as she stepped through the front door. "Hyde?"
She refused to call him Steven. She knew he hated it when she called him Hyde, but he had stopped correcting her long ago, except randomly when he was in a hopeful mood.
"In here."
Jackie followed his voice, leaning against the doorway of the enormous living room. It was practically the size of her old house, the dingy, run down shack on Cedar Lane.
Jackie walked towards Hyde, who was propping his feet up on the delicate coffee table, sorting through little baggies of pot as Jackie plopped down on the opposing arm chair. The silk material was incredibly soft, sending shivers up her arms, letting small goosebumps form on her arms.
Hyde looked up, his curls bouncing back in place as he slipped off his navy blue sweatshirt, handing it over to Jackie, who looked up at him questioningly.
"It's always cold in this house." He dropped the sweatshirt in her hands, insisting she put it on.
She did, but only to humor him.
Of course, she did feel tons warmer once it was on.
Jackie flipped her hair out from under the sweatshirt, leaning in, watching the stash, which looked to be of good quality as Hyde sorted the bags. She wasn't sure what he was doing, but he seemed to know what his plan was. Jackie never thought he was really into drugs. Whenever they started a circle, he seem slightly reserved.
Jackie closed her eyes gently, inhaling sharply, catching an enormous wave of his scent left on the sweatshirt. It reminded her of her dad, a serene mixture of cologne, cigarettes, and lemon. Jackie hadn't seen her dad in so long, and the feeling that familiar scent brought back made her stomach quiver as her thoughts wondered off to recent events.
Hot, passionate sex with Eric; him saying I love you; her ignoring it; him asking if she loved him; her ignoring that; her cheating on him with Hyde; her liking Hyde's kiss, more so then Eric's, even though it wasn't as hot or as passionate; her running into her room in tears after Eric broke it off with her. She never cried, ever. Not even when her mom left. She did cry when her dad left, but that was so long ago.. Jackie's head began to throb and her eyes became watery as she leaned against the soft, silky armchair, her whole body shaking with sadness.
Her thoughts were quickly broken by the piercing ring of a telephone.
Jackie practically jumped forward, breathing heavily as her vision cleared.
"Be right back." Hyde hopped off the couch, running towards the kitchen.
Jackie wiped her eyes angrily, staring at the baggies in front of her.
She needed a hit and fast.
Jackie grabbed one of the rolled up formations Hyde had been working on and lit it as she leaned back in the chair, pushing her mousy hair behind her ears. She felt instantly relieved as the smoke washed into her lungs.
"Dad, I thought you said...."
Jackie placed the drug down in the ashtray on the table, standing up carefully, smiling strangely as she moved closer to the kitchen, hiding behind the doorway, listening intensely to Hyde's conversation.
"You do this every time, Dad!"
Jackie heard screaming from the other person on the phone and inched in closer, trying to get a better view. Hyde was sitting down on one of the stools in the kitchen, alone in the dark, wrapping the cord of the phone around one of his fingers, tightly. His finger was bright purple, all the blood was rushing towards that one spot and Hyde didn't even seem to notice as his face contorted in anger. Jackie had never seen anyone look so angry, except maybe herself. Not even Eric when he found them, kissing. He looked more saddened then angry, actually.
"Fuck you." Hyde muttered, slamming the phone down.
He looked down at his finger, which was throbbing and red, with droplets of blood splashing down onto the spotless, tiled floor.
"Oh my god." Jackie whispered, feeling her common sense come back to her. Hyde glared at her as he realized she had been listening. She ignored that, grabbing a napkin from the table and holding it to his finger, holding up his hand and instructing him to put pressure on it, a trick she learned from Red when she scraped her knee on the driveway. Red always knew what to do in situations like that, being a male nurse and all.
"I'm fine." Hyde huffed, pushing her away.
Jackie couldn't help but feel turned on at how angry the homecoming king was. She had never seen him without a smile, without a constant pep in his voice.
Jackie kept the napkin on his pulsating finger, briefly smiling as blood soaked through it.
She grabbed a second napkin, replacing the drenched one as she asked where he kept bandaids.
Hyde held the napkin to his finger, wincing, calmly pointing to the bathroom with his other hand.
Jackie nodded, feeling a rush of awkardness wash over her body as she searched through the bathroom cabinets for a band aid. Finally, she found an opened box. She made her way back to the kitchen, searching for Hyde. She began to feel frantic and paranoid, which wasn't uncommon after she smoked, but still, it was different. She was...worried.
She felt instant relief as she found him in the living room, trying to make a lighter work as he held his blood soaked finger away from the flame.
Jackie laughed softly, catching his attention.
He looked more melancholy then angry. Jackie sighed deeply as she sat down next to him, wordlessly placing the band aid over his cut up finger.
He threw the uncooperative lighter on the table, slouching back on the couch, staring straight ahead.
Jackie wasn't in the right state of mind and began to laugh, incredulously as Hyde watched her, his face softening into a smile.
"Wanna talk about it?" Jackie asked, in between laughs.
"Not really." Hyde laughed as well.
Jackie sighed in relief, sitting back next to him.
"This is pretty cool." Jackie stated. "Us, hanging out. It's not that bad."
"Really?" Hyde inquired, waggling his eyebrows excitedly.
"It's better when you don't talk." Jackie replied lamely, letting a smile sneak through.
"Oh, yeah? Well I know something that's guaranteed to shut me up..."
Jackie snorted as she started to laugh again, feeling her high wearing off as she gripped onto the couch. "I don't think that's possible."
"Anything's possible." He whispered huskily, leaning in towards her.
The smell caught her off guard, that mixture of cologne and lemon. It was so entrancing, so strong. Jackie barely acknowledged his lips as they briskly touched hers. His hand went straight towards her hip, pressing down hard. His bloody finger was warm and moist, the band aid roughly digging into her wrist as he pinned her arm down, slipping his tongue into her mouth.
Jackie's high began to wear off fast and she opened her eyes with a snap, pushing him off of her and standing up quickly, shaking her head in disbelief.
Hyde sat back up, staring up into her conflicted eyes.
"What are you so afraid of?" He muttered as he rolled his eyes, picking up the lighter again, toying around with it.
"I'm not afraid of anything." Jackie said firmly, waiting in anticipation for his reaction.
"That's right I forgot," Hyde stared at the flames in front of him, "You're Jackie Burkhart, badass zenmaster."
"No." Jackie ripped the sweatshirt off her body and threw it at him. He moved it away from his lap, throwing the lighter back down on the table, angrily staring up at her. "I'm just Jackie."
He looked at her, filled with confusion as she lunged towards his lips, straddling him quickly. She could feel his surprise as she planted her hands on his shoulders, kissing him hard as his hands slid under the back of her shirt, resting on the small of his back.
"And I'm weak." Jackie whispered into his ear, nibbling on it afterwards as the rest of their clothes came off.
She never thought that she would have been there, in the Hyde mansion, on their Eurpeon imported couch, having random, hot sex with Steven Hyde, future millionaire. But it happened so fast. Maybe it was because she was slightly high, maybe it was because he looked so hot when he was angry, maybe it was because for the first time, she saw herself in someone else.
He had no parents either. He had no one, just like her.
She could be there for him, and maybe he would return the favor.
The sex was hot, fast, and indescribable.
It was better then Eric, because for once, Jackie felt something when she was touched, she felt real passion, not articulated or overstressed, just raw, unspeakable passion.
It took over her body with every quake of an orgasm.
When they were done and he fell asleep, his arm draped around her body, she slipped her clothes back on, giving him an apologetic look, though he was deep in sleep, and slipped out of the house.
They never talked about it. He never confronted her afterwards. It was as if it never happened. She started to think that maybe he was so stoned, he didn't remember. But she remembered. She remembered the way his body tasted, the scent of his sweatshirt, that incredible feeling she had when she woke up next to him, his sweat mixing in with her own.
But she tucked it all away. Because he was Steven Hyde and she was Jackie Burkhart and not everything is possible.
She made herself forget.
But her heart remembered.
And it craved more.
a/n: This is still part of Jackie's flashback...
Chapter 5: The Kiss
Jackie didn't really like dealing with her own emotions, let alone other people's. So, you could imagine how uncomfortable she was when Steven Hyde climbed into her El Camino after school, facing her, his blue eyes glinting under the afternoon sunlight.
"Whydidyoukissme?"
He took a deep breath as she strained her eyes, trying to understand his rambling.
He inhaled sharply, closing his eyes softly as he murmured, "Why did you kiss me?"
Jackie glanced around the parking lot nervously, wondering if Eric was nearby. Upon establishing that they were very much alone, Jackie turned towards Steven, not sure how to word herself.
"I felt like it." Jackie mumbled, placing her hands back on the steering wheel, hoping this answer would satisfy him, though she knew it wouldn't.
"You felt like it?" Steven repeated, blinking widely. "But, Eric..."
"Hyde," Jackie groaned, "Do you want a ride home?" Jackie started the car, slamming the gas before he could say anything. The radio blasted as soon as she started the engine, blocking out any further attempts at conversation.
Jackie slammed the brakes as she reached the Hyde mansion, looking up at it with disgust.
"Home, sweet, home." Hyde laughed, putting his feet up on the dashboard. Jackie stared at the chewed up, untied laces of his dirty Nike's, avoiding any eye contact. "Jackie, no one's home..."
Jackie snapped out of her daze, staring into his blue, sparkling eyes.
The girls at school were right about one thing, Steven Hyde was...cute.
Actually, he was more then cute. He had these adorable dimples when he smiled, his curly hair sort of bounced when he laughed, and his lips were the just the perfect shade of pink.
Jackie shook her head softly, feeling ashamed about thinking of Steven's lips.
There were so many more cons to Steven Hyde though.
Jackie heard so many stories, round school, and though she tried not to hone in on gossip, in high school, it was kind of impossible.
According to Betsy Patterson in her gym class, Steven has slept with over seventy girls.
When Jackie first heard that, she was shocked.
Sure, eavesdropping on Betsy's conversation wasn't very nice, but who the hell cared anyway? Betsy smells like eggs, reason enough to not like her.
But did Steven Hyde really sleep with so many girls?
Jackie always assumed he was a virgin. Granted, she never really spent more then five minutes alone with him, until recently. In fact, this car ride was the most time they had spent together since, well, forever. She basically stuck to Kelso, Fez, and Eric and he came by when she was sleeping or searching for a good stash.
"You want to come in?"
Jackie shook her head once more, brown, wild curls flowing around her face.
"Come in?" Jackie snorted. "Don't think so."
"Come on, Jackie. I know where my mom keeps her stash." He raised his eyebrows temptingly.
"Your mom has a stash?" Jackie asked, slightly intrigued. She didn't think rich people smoked up. They were too busy counting their money and firing servants.
He smirked, that cute smirk that Jackie could almost label as irresistible and left the car, running up the vast, cement stairs leading to his front door.
She sighed, following him. She had some time to kill, or whatever, so it was no sweat off her back to just come in and taste some rich bitch's stash.
"Whoa." Jackie exclaimed as she stepped through the front door. "Hyde?"
She refused to call him Steven. She knew he hated it when she called him Hyde, but he had stopped correcting her long ago, except randomly when he was in a hopeful mood.
"In here."
Jackie followed his voice, leaning against the doorway of the enormous living room. It was practically the size of her old house, the dingy, run down shack on Cedar Lane.
Jackie walked towards Hyde, who was propping his feet up on the delicate coffee table, sorting through little baggies of pot as Jackie plopped down on the opposing arm chair. The silk material was incredibly soft, sending shivers up her arms, letting small goosebumps form on her arms.
Hyde looked up, his curls bouncing back in place as he slipped off his navy blue sweatshirt, handing it over to Jackie, who looked up at him questioningly.
"It's always cold in this house." He dropped the sweatshirt in her hands, insisting she put it on.
She did, but only to humor him.
Of course, she did feel tons warmer once it was on.
Jackie flipped her hair out from under the sweatshirt, leaning in, watching the stash, which looked to be of good quality as Hyde sorted the bags. She wasn't sure what he was doing, but he seemed to know what his plan was. Jackie never thought he was really into drugs. Whenever they started a circle, he seem slightly reserved.
Jackie closed her eyes gently, inhaling sharply, catching an enormous wave of his scent left on the sweatshirt. It reminded her of her dad, a serene mixture of cologne, cigarettes, and lemon. Jackie hadn't seen her dad in so long, and the feeling that familiar scent brought back made her stomach quiver as her thoughts wondered off to recent events.
Hot, passionate sex with Eric; him saying I love you; her ignoring it; him asking if she loved him; her ignoring that; her cheating on him with Hyde; her liking Hyde's kiss, more so then Eric's, even though it wasn't as hot or as passionate; her running into her room in tears after Eric broke it off with her. She never cried, ever. Not even when her mom left. She did cry when her dad left, but that was so long ago.. Jackie's head began to throb and her eyes became watery as she leaned against the soft, silky armchair, her whole body shaking with sadness.
Her thoughts were quickly broken by the piercing ring of a telephone.
Jackie practically jumped forward, breathing heavily as her vision cleared.
"Be right back." Hyde hopped off the couch, running towards the kitchen.
Jackie wiped her eyes angrily, staring at the baggies in front of her.
She needed a hit and fast.
Jackie grabbed one of the rolled up formations Hyde had been working on and lit it as she leaned back in the chair, pushing her mousy hair behind her ears. She felt instantly relieved as the smoke washed into her lungs.
"Dad, I thought you said...."
Jackie placed the drug down in the ashtray on the table, standing up carefully, smiling strangely as she moved closer to the kitchen, hiding behind the doorway, listening intensely to Hyde's conversation.
"You do this every time, Dad!"
Jackie heard screaming from the other person on the phone and inched in closer, trying to get a better view. Hyde was sitting down on one of the stools in the kitchen, alone in the dark, wrapping the cord of the phone around one of his fingers, tightly. His finger was bright purple, all the blood was rushing towards that one spot and Hyde didn't even seem to notice as his face contorted in anger. Jackie had never seen anyone look so angry, except maybe herself. Not even Eric when he found them, kissing. He looked more saddened then angry, actually.
"Fuck you." Hyde muttered, slamming the phone down.
He looked down at his finger, which was throbbing and red, with droplets of blood splashing down onto the spotless, tiled floor.
"Oh my god." Jackie whispered, feeling her common sense come back to her. Hyde glared at her as he realized she had been listening. She ignored that, grabbing a napkin from the table and holding it to his finger, holding up his hand and instructing him to put pressure on it, a trick she learned from Red when she scraped her knee on the driveway. Red always knew what to do in situations like that, being a male nurse and all.
"I'm fine." Hyde huffed, pushing her away.
Jackie couldn't help but feel turned on at how angry the homecoming king was. She had never seen him without a smile, without a constant pep in his voice.
Jackie kept the napkin on his pulsating finger, briefly smiling as blood soaked through it.
She grabbed a second napkin, replacing the drenched one as she asked where he kept bandaids.
Hyde held the napkin to his finger, wincing, calmly pointing to the bathroom with his other hand.
Jackie nodded, feeling a rush of awkardness wash over her body as she searched through the bathroom cabinets for a band aid. Finally, she found an opened box. She made her way back to the kitchen, searching for Hyde. She began to feel frantic and paranoid, which wasn't uncommon after she smoked, but still, it was different. She was...worried.
She felt instant relief as she found him in the living room, trying to make a lighter work as he held his blood soaked finger away from the flame.
Jackie laughed softly, catching his attention.
He looked more melancholy then angry. Jackie sighed deeply as she sat down next to him, wordlessly placing the band aid over his cut up finger.
He threw the uncooperative lighter on the table, slouching back on the couch, staring straight ahead.
Jackie wasn't in the right state of mind and began to laugh, incredulously as Hyde watched her, his face softening into a smile.
"Wanna talk about it?" Jackie asked, in between laughs.
"Not really." Hyde laughed as well.
Jackie sighed in relief, sitting back next to him.
"This is pretty cool." Jackie stated. "Us, hanging out. It's not that bad."
"Really?" Hyde inquired, waggling his eyebrows excitedly.
"It's better when you don't talk." Jackie replied lamely, letting a smile sneak through.
"Oh, yeah? Well I know something that's guaranteed to shut me up..."
Jackie snorted as she started to laugh again, feeling her high wearing off as she gripped onto the couch. "I don't think that's possible."
"Anything's possible." He whispered huskily, leaning in towards her.
The smell caught her off guard, that mixture of cologne and lemon. It was so entrancing, so strong. Jackie barely acknowledged his lips as they briskly touched hers. His hand went straight towards her hip, pressing down hard. His bloody finger was warm and moist, the band aid roughly digging into her wrist as he pinned her arm down, slipping his tongue into her mouth.
Jackie's high began to wear off fast and she opened her eyes with a snap, pushing him off of her and standing up quickly, shaking her head in disbelief.
Hyde sat back up, staring up into her conflicted eyes.
"What are you so afraid of?" He muttered as he rolled his eyes, picking up the lighter again, toying around with it.
"I'm not afraid of anything." Jackie said firmly, waiting in anticipation for his reaction.
"That's right I forgot," Hyde stared at the flames in front of him, "You're Jackie Burkhart, badass zenmaster."
"No." Jackie ripped the sweatshirt off her body and threw it at him. He moved it away from his lap, throwing the lighter back down on the table, angrily staring up at her. "I'm just Jackie."
He looked at her, filled with confusion as she lunged towards his lips, straddling him quickly. She could feel his surprise as she planted her hands on his shoulders, kissing him hard as his hands slid under the back of her shirt, resting on the small of his back.
"And I'm weak." Jackie whispered into his ear, nibbling on it afterwards as the rest of their clothes came off.
She never thought that she would have been there, in the Hyde mansion, on their Eurpeon imported couch, having random, hot sex with Steven Hyde, future millionaire. But it happened so fast. Maybe it was because she was slightly high, maybe it was because he looked so hot when he was angry, maybe it was because for the first time, she saw herself in someone else.
He had no parents either. He had no one, just like her.
She could be there for him, and maybe he would return the favor.
The sex was hot, fast, and indescribable.
It was better then Eric, because for once, Jackie felt something when she was touched, she felt real passion, not articulated or overstressed, just raw, unspeakable passion.
It took over her body with every quake of an orgasm.
When they were done and he fell asleep, his arm draped around her body, she slipped her clothes back on, giving him an apologetic look, though he was deep in sleep, and slipped out of the house.
They never talked about it. He never confronted her afterwards. It was as if it never happened. She started to think that maybe he was so stoned, he didn't remember. But she remembered. She remembered the way his body tasted, the scent of his sweatshirt, that incredible feeling she had when she woke up next to him, his sweat mixing in with her own.
But she tucked it all away. Because he was Steven Hyde and she was Jackie Burkhart and not everything is possible.
She made herself forget.
But her heart remembered.
And it craved more.