The next morning was nothing like the first, as Jackie was bright and bushy-tailed, alongside her sister. It was the last night to stay, and they would leave in the morning. Breakfast was catered today. A plethora was laid out on each side of the pavilion, and Steven woke up to find her munching on eggs and bacon, animatedly chatting with Donna and Laurie about how awesome Fleetwood Mac was, before frowning and whispering something, no doubt about him and his behavior. His head hurt from the hangover, but some greasy bacon, and some water on his face would have him feeling right as rain.
He slowly woke up, and Eric smirked. "Princess Hyde, has awoken from his slumber. Tell us, Princess Hyde, how did you sleep so well on the cold, hard ground."
"Booze. And Pot. And lots of it." He grumbled, rubbing his eyes, and putting his sunglasses on. He called first dibs on the shower after Laurie leaving Eric to be last. He pouted, giving Donna a kiss as she walked by. Donna smirked at him. "M'lady." She giggled, and he groaned.
It was cold, and he shivered, pulling on his coat, and getting into the van to change into fresh jeans. He needed eggs and bacon, water, and to wash his face. It was noon, and Zepplin started at two. He wanted to enjoy it before it was misery. None of the bands they liked played tonight, and they all debated driving home after Zepplin.
Laurie agreed, and even came down to the pavilion to listen to them. Jackie even danced and sang with him, which drove him wild, and they lagged as they drove back. "I think you should drive back with Kelso." He told her before he could stop himself. A look of hurt flashed across her face. "What?"
He sighed, stumbling over his words, as her hurt turned into anger. "I just," He grabbed her hand. "I don't think I'll be able to control myself. You're like a drug, Doll." She stepped closer. "I don't want you to control yourself." She meant to sound bold, but it came out as a squeak. He nodded, and she begged Laurie to ride with Kelso, but of course she agreed.
The silence was loud. His hand on her thigh again, and the first red light he launched over, kissing her feverishly.
"This is wrong." She kissed him again, and he hummed in agreement. "Red'll be pissed." He told her. Another kiss, and a mumble of agreement. "Eric and Kelso would hate us." She threw out, and he nodded, as they kissed again. A horn blared, the light was green, and he sped off, merging onto the highway for the three hour drive ahead. Her birthday was next week, and she would be turning seventeen. Another exit. Another red light.
This time it was her leaning over, small hand on his thigh to balance herself, as he groaned into her mouth. "We should stop when we get home." She moaned, when his lips trailed to her neck, sucking on it. It would leave a mark, but she didn't care, too focused on the rush of blood heading toward her core, and her thighs pressed together. He smirked. "I have that effect on you, Doll?" He asked, voice strained, as her hand inched higher, until- Another honk. She pouted, crossing her arms as he drove away, down the road. Another red light. His hand rested on her thigh, inching higher, and higher, until he snatched it away, seeing the van in the rearview mirror, and Kelso pulled up beside them.
"We're gonna go 90 and down 36!" He yelled, and Steven gave a thumbs up, choosing to go the way he came. The light turned green, and they drove off.
"You mean it about stopping?" He asked finally. She turned red. "No." She whined, and looked out the window. "But it's probably best for now."
"For now?" He asked. "Jackie, I want you now."
"If Red finds out we're both dead." She spoke, biting her lip, before looking at him through her lashes. "What?"
"What about, just once?" She asked, and he raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" He asked. "You don't do that." She blushed, looking at her lap. "I just-" She shifted in her seat, breathing as her legs created friction. "Why not?"
"Because it ain't you doll." He answered.
"But it is." She mumbled. "I want it." She breathed.
And he took the first exit that he saw a motel.