"Why do you insist on wearing those?" Eric asked Jackie when she entered his room and unzipped one knee-high boot and pulled it off with a groan.
She raised an eyebrow at him from where she had plopped herself on his bed. "What? These?"
He nodded, eyeing the stiletto heels with a skeptical look on his face. "They don't look particularly comfortable."
She snorted, pulling off the other one and massaging the arches of her feet. "You wouldn't understand," she said, then stopped to consider, before giving his long frame a once-over. "Yep," she said decisively, "you wouldn't understand."
He chuckled, and resumed unpacking. "How's Fez doing?"
"He's dead to the world. I put a trash can next to his bed just in case he wakes up and hurls." She reached across and picked up the used clothes he had dumped on the bedcovers from their trip to Chicago and got up to throw them in the hamper.
"I'll stay here tonight? If that's okay with you."
Eric looked over his shoulder at her in surprise. "Are you sure? Fez is just in the next room."
She shrugged, walking over to him and leaning her cheek against his back. "We'll be telling them soon anyway, it doesn't matter who's the first to find out." Her arms twined round his body and she clasped her hands in front of his waist. "I wanna wake up next to you."
She missed the smile he had on his face at her words, but she didn't miss the intention in his eyes as he turned around and scooped her up, ignoring her indignant squeak as he tossed her bodily onto his bed.
For the next week after that, Jackie became a permanent fixture at Eric and Fez's. Her job kept her insanely busy, and she loved every bit of it. She woke up in Eric's arms in the mornings happy and fulfilled, and always went to work with a sense of purpose and excitement.
She loved that Eric also worked in Milwaukee for his temporary stint with the UN, loved their lunches together, and loved that he picked her up from work every day. She loved that they had this ongoing ritual to try something different for dinner in Milwaukee every night, and she loved that they went home together and went to bed in each other's arms.
For some reason, Fez either didn't care or didn't notice, and he barely blinked an eye when she walked out of Eric's room one morning in nothing but his t-shirt and a pair of panties.
"Fez!" she squeaked, tugging at Eric's shirt to cover as much of her legs as possible. It wasn't hard, for his shirt already came down to mid-thigh, but she was awkwardly trying to pull it down to her knees.
He spared her a sleepy look and half yawned out her name in greeting.
Eric came out shirtless behind her then, nodding to Fez. "Fez."
He grunted. Then did a double-take, looking between Eric and her, and before long, a slight gleam entered his eye. It was soon replaced by a grouchy frown, and then a disgruntled grumble. "Bah if I were female I'd sleep with Eric too."
He gave Eric's chest one last offended glare, then stalked off to the bathroom.
Jackie stared after him, mouth a little agape. "Eric," she hissed, "do you— do you think Fez might not be entirely straight?"
Eric shrugged. "He's Fez. He's probably into everything."
She blinked. Once, and then again. "Huh."