It was late when she crawled in through his window, and he shot her a smile.
It had been going on for days now, and all the guys had been teasing him about it. But, he couldn't care any less. "Hey, beautiful." He grinned, as she crawled under his Star Wars sheets, and wrapped her arms around his midsection, tangling their legs together, and giving him a sweet kiss.
"Hi." She giggled softly, her face just barely illuminated by whatever light filtered in the window in the corner, illuminating her honey irises, and making him smile.
"I love you." He whispered, and she smiled.
It had been a week since the whole "I Love Cake" incident, and he had been fumbling over how to approach it. But it just slipped out that time.
"I love you too." She whispered, resting her face against his chest.
She shouldn't be doing it.
It was wrong. So wrong.
But her feet padded down the stairs, cringing at every creek the house made, and wincing as she made it through the kitchen door, and down the stairs undetected.
It was quiet, and she crept down the back hall, and to the small wooden door, knocking softly with her tiny hands, before the door swung open. The grin on his face was infectious as he pulled her through the door, shutting it behind her.
So close their faces came, but he thought better, making her curse.
"Steven." She whined.
"We'd get caught, Doll." He murmured, sparking the joint between his fingers, and passing it in her direction.
"Hmm, not if we're really quiet." She spoke, voice lacy and soft, leaning over, and taking a hit off the joint still resting in his hand, before pullinh him into a kiss. They broke off, and she exhaled. "That was hot." He mumbled, pulling her in for another one.
It had been so long since she had felt him. Not that long, but two weeks since that Motel room, and for her it was two weeks too many. It wasn't smart, she was well aware. Eric was two floors above canoodling with Donna, and her parents were nearby. Fez or Kelso could waltz in at any given moment, given that it was two am on a Saturday. They could be caught at any second.
He hummed against her lips, the cherry going out, and he placed it on the table, pulling her onto his lap sideways, her turning to melt into it, and running her fingers through his curls.
This is what she lived for. Affection that she so desperately needed. However much she wanted to call him hers, had to be forgotten, because Steven Hyde was king of no labels and one-offs. No fling had ever lasted more than a week. She ignored that throat-burning question that lingered and danced on the tip of her tongue.
What do I mean to you?
"We should stop." She murmured, and he hummed in agreement, but their bodies spoke otherwise when she pushed her aching core into the growing bulge in his pants, and his own hands snaked under her shirt.
"It would be smart." He spoke against her neck, and she gasped quietly, biting her lip.
"Just one more time." She mumbled, head lolling forward, and he nodded. "Yeah, last time."
He flipped her over.
The next morning she woke in her own bed with a frown, and sat up yawning. There was a hickey she would have to cover with a turtle neck, and bruises she would have to hide while changing on her hips. It was cold to be in that bed all alone.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty." Laurie chirped, and she grimaced. "I feel gross."
"You smell like sex, go shower." She scolded, and Jackie scoffed, biting her lip.
"Do not." She mumbled, grabbing her bathrobe, and trudging to the bathroom.
But she did, and her hair was a disaster, neck covered, and she rushed to the bathroom, locking the door, and removing her nightgown. "Just telling you the truth!" She called after her younger sister, between fits of giggles.
Jackie had realized Donna starting to slip from her grasp, but the timing to approach it with her was never right. But now, she was smoking cigarettes out her bedroom window, and skipping class to go to the Hub. Not something that her best friend did on a regular basis. Her Spidey-Senses were going wild, and she wasn't enjoying the feeling she was getting in her belly.
She knew that her parents fighting like they did was taking a toll on her mental state.
But she wired her mouth shut. She wasn't ready for a conversation.