Title: That Long Hot Summer - Chapter 8
Notes: Again, I'm sorry for how long it took me to finish this chapter, but I somehow got it in my head that writing a PG-13 sex scene would be easy. It wasn't. So the rating of this story should probably be closer to R. I'm sure you're all devastated by the change ;) Thanks again to Annie, for making sure the bad parts never see the light of day.
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The first drops of rain landed on the concrete driveway and instantly evaporated in the heat of the summer air, but neither noticed. They were concerned only with the moment between them; locked in a fierce embrace. The anger that had been welling up inside them was quickly replaced by raw passion.
They didn't notice puddles start to form as the ground became saturated with moisture; or that rivulets of water ran down their skin and mingled into the kiss. Even a tremendous boom of thunder couldn't pull them apart; if anything the noise pushed them further into each other. Searing them together.
Eventually the kiss turned from a hard explosion to something soft, gentle almost. Until they were both taking light nips at each other's lips.
Hyde pulled away slightly and surveyed their surroundings. "Did you plan this?"
She hesitated, her brow creased in confusion. "What, the weather?"
Hyde took a roaming look over her body, lingering to appreciate the way the rain-soaked clothes clung to her small form. "Nah, the outfit." When she didn't say anything he continued. "I can see through your shirt."
Her eyes grew wide and she quickly crossed her arms over her chest. "You're a pig!" she exclaimed.
Hyde tried to hold back a laugh at her attempt at modesty. "Yes, yes I am. But nobody's around, and I can't help it if you look hot, all wet and dripping." He trailed a finger down her cheek and along her throat, stopping at the hem of her collar, then he lightly followed the V of her T-shirt until it reached the apex. He watched, fascinated, as a small trickle of water ran down her chest, disappearing under her shirt. Catching her eye, he hooked his finger under the material and traced a line up the other side.
A sense of self-satisfaction washed over him when he saw her body respond to his touch. He leaned down and let his lips follow the same path as his finger. "Let's go inside," he whispered in-between kisses.
Pushing him away, she raised an eyebrow and deftly turned around to unlock the front door. Before she could find the correct key, she felt an arm wrap around her waist, his fingers splaying across her stomach. Her hands stilled in mid-air as he traced patterns on the firm skin of her abdomen. She closed her eyes and forced herself not to lean back into his touch and let her head fall back onto his shoulder. Chuckling softly, he plucked the keys out of her hand and slowly leaned forward to reach the lock, pressing them closely together.
"Jackie?" He asked when she didn't move into the house. He leaned over her shoulder and saw her eyes closed and a satisfying smile on her face.
"Hmm?" She said languidly.
"Wanna go inside?"
"Oh! Right." She swiveled her head and smiled brightly at him. Fully alert, she stayed in his arms while he pushed the door open but quickly squirmed out of his grasp to escape the falling rain once the door was open. Standing on the doormat she toed off her sandals and, out of habit, made a bee-line into the hall, towards an iron and wood table.
"Oh no you don't," he tugged on her arm, and pulled her further from the side table.
"But I have to…" she protested and nodded towards the platter where the housekeeper routinely placed phone messages.
"Not right now you don't," he grumbled, and jerked her sharply, causing her body to collide into his. That abrupt contact was all it took to bring back the passion they had left outside and forget completely about the puddle they were creating on the light tile of the hallway.
"Besides," he said between kisses. "It's empty."
Jackie craned her neck in the direction of the table, only vaguely realizing he was right. Hyde had taken advantage of her position and was concentrating on placing a row of kisses down the column of her neck. A distinct fluttering traveled down her spine and she shivered unconsciously.
"You're going to catch a cold if you keep these wet clothes on." He said with a leer.
Pulling away slightly she licked her lips and looked him square in the eye. "Steven, will you spend the night with me?"
He stopped short at the question, wondering if she was really serious. If he let himself admit it, he was scared of this moment. This went under the very real heading of 'No Turning Back'; everything would be different if he stayed the night. And there was no way he could leave her alone after; it wasn't going to be a one-time thing.
But he couldn't keep a trace of doubt from creeping into his conscious. Worming it's way into his thoughts. Jackie had never once told him things were over between her and Kelso. There was every real possibility she'd run back to him when the summer was over. Forget about the things that happened between them and marry that jackass who would never fully appreciate her.
"Hyde?" She asked timidly.
The use of his last name startled him, pulled him back to reality. "What about Kelso?" He needed to ask the question, get it out of the way.
Panic washed over her face, "I'm sorry I brought him up, I--I wasn't--I don't--." She paused to collect her thoughts. "I was never going to write him a letter or call him or anything. Steven, I'm not going to pretend to understand what's going on between us, but whatever it is has made me see things with Michael so much differently. Michael and I aren't what I thought we were. I made up my mind that we were the perfect couple; like Ken and Barbie…except brunette. And were not, we're more like that crazy lady who lives down the street, with the husband who everyone knows has three wives and a drinking habit. And look at her, old before her time, I don't want to do that to myself.
I don't know what will happen with you and me, and maybe I just want to play it by ear. Stop planning for everything, and just let it come. There will be plenty of time to work it out…whatever it is. But I need you to know that tonight, right now, I want you."
She took a tentative step forward and cupped his face in her hands. "Will you stay with me?"
He didn't want to think about why staying would be wrong. How, up until now, everything could be considered innocent; a naive flirtation. Nothing that could get him in any real trouble. Nothing he should feel remorse for. But now all he could focus on was her pleading eyes, begging him to stay.
Wanting him.
So he pushed it into the recesses of his mind, where he didn't have to worry about friendships, betrayal or the million other reasons why he should turn around and walk away.
Without a word, he reached down, picked her up and started up the stairs, taking them two at a time. She draped an arm around his neck and tucked her head into the crook of his shoulder, content to be in his arms. He navigated the labyrinth of hallways easily only stopping for a short break when Jackie slithered her hand down his shirt and started toying with the fine hair on his chest.
With help on her part turning the door handle he swung the door open and strode into her bedroom. He set her down on her feet and stared, unbelieving at the bed. With a huff, stuffed creatures of all shapes and sizes were unceremoniously swept off the bed, landing in a chaotic pile on the floor. She bit back a laugh when he picked up Fluffycakes and tossed it over his shoulder in disgust.
"You think this is funny?" He asked without looking at her. Before Jackie could open her mouth to retort, he spun around, grabbed her by the waist and let his momentum carry them onto the bed. She landed on her back with Hyde's body covering hers. The smile faded from her face as she pulled his head down and kissed him firmly on the lips.
The duel of lips and tongues resumed, each unwilling to cede to the other. Slowly, his hand worked up and down along the soft skin of her legs, and soon she didn't bother to hide her body's reaction to his touch. He worked higher with each pass, briefly skimming under the soft material of her shorts, making her squirm beneath him.
He began to peel the rain-soaked clothes off of her body, goose bumps forming in the wake of his trailing fingers. Her shirt wound up in a rumpled ball somewhere near the bed table, and he expertly unfastened the buttons of her shorts. She lifted her hips in an effort to help and was rewarded with a series of open-mouth kisses along her stomach.
The white cotton sheets creased beneath her grip as she tried to keep control under his ministrations. Feeling her move under him, he worked his way up towards the gentle swell of her breasts. Jackie threw her head back and tried to stifle a moan as he swirled his tongue around one rosy nipple. He took his time before moving over to the other firm bud, which resulted in her whimper, but he smiled against her breast when she wound her fingers into his hair, holding him firmly against her.
Her movements became desperate as the imminent waves of ecstasy threatened to overcome her. "Clothes…off," she whispered frantically. He leaned back and stripped his shirt off in one easy movement, followed closely by pants and socks.
Kneeling on the bed, he settled himself in-between her legs and saw that her eyes were glazed with desire. He eased down gently and when he entered her she rose up to meet him, and he bit back a moan. Being surrounded by her was almost too much. He set a slow, leisurely pace that only made her rake her fingernails up and down his back in a silent plea for release.
Soon, the movements turned heated, the small measure of control was lost. Her body tightened and they soared, together, to a shuddering ecstasy. Panting and weak, he let his forehead fall onto the pillow. He could feel her chest rise and fall underneath him as she tried to control her own breathing. After a few minutes her hands started to explore the small of his back, working their way up to massage in-between his shoulder blades. Using some of his returning strength he rose onto his elbows and looked down and saw an easy smile playing over her lips.
"More?" she asked devilishly and quickly flipped over and straddled his legs.
He wasn't about to argue with a good idea.
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Later, when the rain had eased to a sprinkle and most of Point Place was settled for the night, he swung his legs onto the floor, taking care not to wake her. A quiet search located enough of his clothes to be decent, and he guessed that no one would notice what was missing. He was never very good at the afterwards part of sex, preferring to make a quiet getaway and skip the awkwardness altogether. But this time, a strange feeling had settled in the pit of his stomach, like he knew that leaving would be the wrong thing to do.
Unfortunately for both of them, they were not in a position that allowed for night-time sleepovers. And one of them had to make a decision, he only hopped she would understand. That he had to leave, or risk getting caught.
He allowed himself a minute to watch her sleeping form before he turned around to leave. But when he was halfway to the door her sleepy voice called out to him, "Where are you going?" He turned around and saw Jackie had sat up; hair rumpled and eyes questioning. Covering the distance between them in three large steps he sat down on the bed and leaned over; the mattress shifting under his weight and gently kissed her forehead.
"It's getting late. I told Mrs. Foreman I'd be home hours ago." He said quietly, hoping it would be enough of an explanation.
"Oh."
"Do you want me to stay?"
"If I remember correctly, I asked you to spend the night."
He searched her face for a sign of anger, but all he could see in the darkness was were her eyes scrunched in confusion. The possibility that she actually wanted him to stay floored him. "Okay," he said hesitantly. "Let me run home, say hi to Mrs. Forman and then I'll come back."
Her eyes lit up and a smile spread across her mouth. He thought she would start bouncing up and down on the bed at any moment. Holding back a chuckle, he kissed her firmly on the lips and stood up to leave.
"Hey Steven?"
He turned around and looked at her.
"Bring some food; I'm starving." She said and snuggled under the covers.
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A little over an hour later, Hyde stood at the foot of her bed, watching as she slept the sleep of the content. The urge to kiss her awake was strong, but a more mischievous idea played in his head. Leaning over, he grasped the corners of the bed coverings in both hands, and with a sharp tug exposed her sleeping form to the cooling night air.
Jackie bolted awake and looked around frantically until she spotted him, silhouetted against the hallway light. Trying to steady her nerves, she took a deep breath and glared at him for interrupting her sleep. She watched as his eyes roamed over her naked body and she raised an eyebrow at him when his gaze finally reached her face.
"You said you wanted food." He said innocently.
She scowled at him and searched the floor for something to cover herself. "We're going to have to work on your wake up skills." She grumbled and slipped a night-gown over her head.
"How's this then?" He asked and pulled her up from the bed and held her body firmly against his.
She shrugged, but didn't attempt to move.
"You're going to ruin my image." He muttered as he lowered his head and very gently pressed his lips against hers. She responded immediately and deepened the kiss, letting her tongue play against his before breaking away.
"Come on," she said and pulled him into the hallway. "Food's getting cold."
They spent most of the night sitting in the kitchen, sometimes eating, sometimes talking but mostly just being together. She tried to get him to feed her bits of hamburger but he resisted, stating that only the truly whipped would do that sort of thing. A sailing french fry into his soda indicated her dislike of that particular opinion. They laughed, just laughed, for minutes. Like old friends they never were, but the lovers they had just become.Before they finished their late night snack, the thunder and lightning resumed, this time knocking out the power to the house. They scrambled quickly for candles, and Hyde was, for once, grateful for the lavender scented pillars that seemed to be scattered throughout the house. The intimate flicker of firelight led to a sprint to the bedroom, where they explored each other again. By the time they had finally drifted off to sleep the first rays of morning sun were peeking over the horizon.
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Hyde was pulled out of the warmth and comfort of sleep by the persistent ringing of a telephone. Rolling over, he grabbed his watch off of the bedside table and checked it quickly. He groaned and let the watch drop from his fingers; it was after ten, way too early to be awake. Annoyed and sleepy, he sat up and scanned the room to find the offending noise. Before he could give it a second thought, he brought the receiver of Jackie's pink princess phone to his ear and barked a gruff "Hello".
There was a slight pause before the person on the other end started speaking. "…Hyde? What are you doing answering Jackie's phone?" A confused, but very familiar voice asked.
Hyde winced and let his head fall back against the pink flowered wall.
He was in hell.
…to be continued
A/N: It has been brought to my attention that ending where I did was a little cruel, and a perfectly good ending point would have been when they fell asleep. But I like cliffhangers and I'd love you hear your thoughts on who is on the phone. The next chapter won't take nearly as this one did, promise.
Tania