She was slammed against the door of the seedy motel they found, Hyde trading some of his stash for a few hours of a room with clean sheets. Moaning against his mouth, she jumped to wrap her legs around his waist, as he fumbled with the key in is hand, trying to unlock the door, suckling on her collar bone, enjoying the illicit moan that was peeled from her throat. "So needy for me, Doll." He mumbled, finally getting the door open, and then kicking it closed behind him.
They were gonna ask why they were so late, but it doesn't matter. Nothing mattered when she pressed herself further into him, her core rubbing deliciously against his hard on, and he sat on the bed, enjoyinh as she rocked in his lap, moaning into his mouth. His hands gripped her waist like a lifeline, and she pushed his jacket off his shoulders, running her small hands up his strong arms, and over his chest. He shivered when they went under the shirt to drag her nails down his abdomen, groaning as she rocked against him again.
"Steven." She mewled, pulling him in for another kiss and pushing herself down harder. "So hot for me, and I've barely even touched you." He told her, voice husky, lips trailing down her jaw, and hands up to cup her breasts over her shirt. She arched into his hands, throwing her head back. He pushed her jacket off, moving her hair to the side, suckling on her pulse point, and listening to her whimper, eyes closed as her grip on his shoulders tightened. "You feel good, princess?" He asked, and she nodded, mewling, and fuck she was so hot.
"Use your words." He prodded, hands moving to take her shirt off. Her arms went above her head, and she moaned for him. "Yes, it does. It feel's good." His lips trailed down her chest, right over her breasts, and he sucked a hickey into her skin, listening as she whimpered for him again, gasping, and rocking her hips back and forth. "Mmm, Steven."
"Yes Doll?" He smirked against her skin, and she pawed at his shirt, trying desperately to take it off. "I- fuck." She moaned, grinding in a circular motion. She finally got his shirt off, pulling him in for another kiss. "Jackie, baby." She hummed, gasping, grinding harder. "You gotta-fuck, Jackie, stand up, so I can get you outta those things." He grunted, and pushed her up, unbuttoning her jeans, and turning her around, so her ass was facing the bed. They kissed, as he took her bra off, and suddenly, she felt self conscious, covering her chest.
"You're so beautiful." She blushed. The words came out like gravel, but he said them, and he slowly pulled her arms away, as he kissed down, hands running the expanse of her back, and coming to suckle on her perky breasts, handling them. She moaned, arching into him, and gasped.
"So sensitive." He mumbled, listening to her mewl, as he took his time. After both breasts were shiny, he inched back up, ignoring her hands trying to push his shoulders down, sucking another mark into her neck, and whispering in her ear. "I'm gonna take my time with you doll." He told her, and she whined, squeezing her thighs together. His hands trailed lower, and lower, and lower. Smack. She moaned embarrassingly loud, and he kissed her. "You like that?"
"Do it again and find out." She told him, and he groaned. Again. Smack. Her perky ass jiggled. Another wanton moan flew out of her mouth, her knees buckling. He sat on the bed, spinning her around, so she was still standing over his lap, and unbuttoned her high waisted bell bottoms. pressing a kiss to her hot stomach, he mumbled.
"Are you sure?" She answered by undoing the next butt, and looking down at him through hooded eyes. She hummed, smirking, and he nodded, placing kisses along the waistband, and undoing the next button. He kept her thighs apart, slowly pulling them down her smooth legs, and she stepped out of them, leaving her in her pink panties. There was a dark spot, and he ran his index finger over it, smirking when she gripped his shoulders, and her knees buckled. The sound? Heaven.
A little whimper, and he pulled her into his lap, straddling his left thigh. She had heard about this in the locker room, from Laurie. In a book she stole from her mother. She squeaked. He started to rock her hips against his thigh. It was delicious slow burn, pressing her core into his leg, and gasping. She held his arms, steadying herself, her head lolling forward as she rocked. Enough to feel good, not enough to get her to fly over the edge. Soft mewls escaped her, and then he smirked flexing his muscle, eliciting a moan from her. And he did it again, and again. "Steven." She gasped, making him bounce his leg. She cried out, her hips moving sporadically, and spastic, getting louder. She fell forward into his chest, moaning. "You almost there, Doll?" He asked. "I don't know, I never- fuck." She cried.
"I can feel you, so good for me, baby. Gonna make you feel so good." He mumbled, helping her, bouncing his leg. "Gonna make your legs shake, drive you crazy." She moaned. "C'mon princess. I wanna see you fall apart for me. Come apart on my thigh. Come for me."
"Steven!" She cried, legs shaking, hips bucking, and he watched in awe as she fell apart from just that. He smirked at the thought of the next three orgasms to follow. She breathed in and out, and he looked at her. "You tired?" She nodded. "I'm not finished with you yet." He sat her in his lap pulling the underwear from her, and pointing at his other leg. "Look at how wet you are for me, Doll." He murmured in her ear, and she shivered. He trailed his middle finger up her slit, collecting wetness before slowly sliding through her entrance, biting her collar bone when she moaned thickly.
"Feel good?" He asked. "Mhm- Steven." He slowly moved it in and out, watching as her mouth fell open, one leg on the floor, and one resting on his other leg. Arms wrapped around his neck. She mewled and moaned for him, as he whispered dirty things in her ear.
You like that, princess?
You like the way my fingers feel inside of you? It feels good doesn't it?
So beautiful for me. Clenching around my fingers so tight. So good. You feel so good, baby.
Mmmm, tell me what you want. Use your words.
Look so pretty with that face. Make it again.
Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, as he added a third finger, and she moaned at the stretch. "Never, nobody ever-" Another gasp. "I'm getting you ready."
Another one. Another moan. Then she started shivering and spasaming around him, and he smirked. "Steven, I- fuck I think-"
"You close doll?" She mewled, nodding desperately. She started to babble incoherently. "Ah! Ah!" She cried, legs shaking, and he watched as she threw her head back, moaning. "Steven." She mumbled something incoherent, and he threw her on the bed, kissing down her stomach, lower, and lower.
Her legs snapped shut, her face turning red, and she snapped up. "Nobody's ever-"
"Kelso was an idiot." He ran his hands up and down her thighs, coaxing them apart. "Lemme make you fall apart again." He murmured. They were running out of time. She gasped when he landed between her folds, her hands grasping her curls, and mewling. No actual words, just crazy mumbling, and moaning, as he brought her closer, and closer, and closer-
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Steven, fuck, Steven, Mmmmmm." As her legs shook, and her hips bucked into his mouth, and he lapped up her juices, and she sighed, throwing a hand over her face, and he laughed, crawling up to kiss her face. "You wanna do one more?" He asked against her lips, and she mewled. "Mmm, too much." She spoke, but her hand said otherwise as she trailed low, grazing to his v line, and frantically unbuckling the belt, practically ripping the button.
"It's been a really long time." She mumbled into his mouth as he kicked his jeans off. "Be gentle." She moaned, and he laughed, breaking away to slip a condom over his hard length, and her eyes widened. He came back down, suckling on his neck.
"Mmm princess." He moaned, watching her head lol and eyes roll back, sucking in a breath, as he filled her to the hilt. "So tight."
She whined for him to go, bucking her hips. The room filled with sounds of her moans and gasps, and his grunts of pleasure. Skin slapped, teeth clashed, and she dragged her nails down his back, making him speed up. "Steven." She squeaked, when he hit her spot. "Faster, don't stop."
"Don't stop?" He asked, nibbling her ear as she sucked on his collar bone, mewling desperately, rocking her hips. "Hmm please." She groaned, and her walls started to do the thing again, and fuck, he wasn't even close yet. She flew off the edge for the fourth time, and he continued his movements, listening to her whine and feeling her spasm beneath him.
One more time, my ass. He was hooked now.
"Princess, so good for me. Taking it so well." He mumbled, feeling her start to spasm again, but his movements were sporadic this time, and he groaned, bringing a hand down to her sensitive bud, and rubbing in smooth circles. She was melwing, running fingernails down his back. "Fall apart baby, come all over me again. Make you feel good." And she did, flying over the edge for the fifth time that night, and he lost it, emptying himself into the condom he slipped on.
"So beautiful." He moaned, falling off, and pulling her onto him, kissing her once. Twice. Three times.
She pursed her lips. "What's the matter?" He asked, looking at her face, and almost laughing. "Laurie was right. I'm dick whipped." She giggled, and he laughed. An actual laugh. They stayed like that, wrapped up before that man came knocking on the door, telling them to bounce.
The ride home was spent holding each other's hands.
And then silence.
The house was cold, the bed was cold, and her fingers ached.
Just silence.
She couldn't believe him!
She told him she loved him, and that little twitchy twig that she was dating, told her, that he loved cake!
"Ah!" She yelled in frustration, Jackie raising an eyebrow as she sucked in a breath full of smoke, leaning against the window bench. Laurie was out with Eric looking for work, Hyde was at the Fotohut, Jason was at hockey practice, Kelso was following Brooke like a lost puppy, and Fez was busy with the Erdmans doing Bible Study.
"He told me he loves cake, Jackie!" She grumbled, taking the smoking apparatus that was passed to her. Jackie paused in thought. "You know how he's..." She trailed off. "Twitchy." She finished, making the taller one snort.
"I guess you're right. And it is pretty early. It's only been four months." She reasoned, nodding. "Stop hogging the weed, Donna." She scolded jokingly, taking it, and ashing it out the window. "Have you heard from Buddy?" She asked, and Jackie shook her head sadly. "Not since August." She hummed, frowning.
"What's going on with your Hyde situation?" She asked, and Jackie's face turned beet red. "You guys haven't talked in three days." It was true, and it had been the longest three days of her existence. She shifted, taking a long drag that made her cough. "We um-"
"You guys did it!" She cried, making the brunette shush her, and rolled her eyes. "Donna, it was a one off." She reasoned. "Gave ourselves what we needed, and now it's over."
"Uh-huh." Donna nodded, in disbelief. "Okay, midget."
She wasn't wrong, they had both been teasing each other nonchalantly, brushing against each other, discreet innuendos. Sneaking into the basement at night to smoke together. She flushed, huffing as that feeling washed over her, making her sigh in content. That delicious, light headed, loopiness that came with marijuana's high.
She giggled. "Know what sounds really good right now?" She asked. Donna motioned for her to continue. "A milkshake with snickers mixed into it." She moaned, and Donna laughed. "I'd prefer milky ways."
The two had migrated to the Foreman's, painting nails and drinking hot cocoa in the kitchen and watching it snow out the door, when Eric and Laurie came in.
"I've decided, after a lot of thinking-"
"And help from your loving, most caring, favorite brother." Eric cut her off, earning a glare from the blonde.
"Anyways, I've decided that I'm going to take the job I was offered to shampoo hair at the salon on Main Street!" She cried, and Jackie squealed.
"Congratulations!" She cooed, hugging her sister, who was removing her gloves. "It's nothing big, but it's something besides aimlessly wandering around the house until you come home." She shrugged, unwrapping the scarf from around her throat.
"Congrats, Laurie." Donna commented with a genuine smile. "I'm happy for you."
"Thank's Donna!" She cheered, looking down at her sister. "I'm gonna be a working woman!"
"Be quiet! I'm trying to watch my show!" Red called with a tone of annoyance. Jackie raised a brow, moving to see just what her father was watching, stiffling a giggle when she saw that he was watching the soaps, enthralled as he watched with Midge.
"That's what you've been watching?" She laughed, and he turned Red. "Now I know what your mother was talking about." He shrugged.
Eric walked into the room. The living room looked different, as the tree was up, but there were no presents already beginning to pile yet. Stockings were not filling, and there was one extra hung by the fireplace, with Hyde scrawled messily in Puff Paint across the top. Just for now, his mother had promised, swearing to sew his name into the top of it for next holiday season when she had the time. He shook the snow from his hair, and she looked at him with a look of pity. He flushed.
"I don't wanna talk about it." He grumbled, and Red arose. "Well, I have to go get ready for my first day at Bargain Bob's." He smiled. It was almost time for him to start opening, which would be awesome, because he had no training with customers.
There was no reason for Bargain Bob's to be open as late as it was. Bob was just a loon, who was sleeping in his bathtub, because Midge kicked his rear end out of the house. He rolled his eyes, as Eric and Jackie shuffled into his son's bedroom, and smirked when she heard Jackie's shrill voice talk some sense into the boy.
"Eric!" She scolded, and he huffed.
"She told you?"
"We tell each other everything, of course she told me that!" She cried. "Why did you spazz out like that?"
He paused, with a shrug.
"Eric!" She scolded again, and he laughed.
"It's not that big of a deal."
"It is though, because I know you love her back." She prodded, sitting beside him on the bed, and nudging him with her elbow. "You guys have loved each other before you even knew what love was."
And, she was right. Since the Pinciottis had moved in next door, they had all been attached at the hip. "I also hated you back then, so." He threw out weakly, and she punched him in the arm. "You know I'm right."
He huffed, pulling her in for a hug. "You're right. It was just all of a sudden, and I geeked." He told her, and she nodded.
"I'm always right, Twitchy-McGee." She shot back, and he pulled away. "Never call me that again."
She giggled.