Laying in the arms of Steven Hyde was unlike anything. It wasn't love... more like bliss. I passed Steven his joint back, and nuzzled into his side.
"Shouldn't we go soon, we have to to meet up with everyone," I said.
He took a puff before nodding, "probably," he agreed.
But then whined, "I don't wanna get up."
He finished the joint and pulled me on top of him, causing me to squeak.
"Or maybe I just don't wanna see you get dressed yet," he said with a smirk, eyes trailing over my naked and bruised body. I scoffed and shoved him, then got up and started to find my clothes. I skipped over the shirt I'd came in and instead opted for Hyde's white Rolling Stones t- shirt. I heard a chuckle behind me and arms wrapped around my waist, "you know, you can't just take all my shirts," he said, his breath warm against my ear.
"You'll be okay," I told him, and slid on my patchwork skirt and shoes. Steven too dressed and we were ready to walk out the door but he grabbed my arm to stop me, "give Daddy a kiss," he whispered. A blush spread through my face as I turned to face him, his hand wrapped loosely around my throat and I stood on my toes for my mouth to reach his. The kiss was soft and sweet, much more tame compared to those shared between us only moments ago. We separated from one another and left the house as just friends.
I sat bored out of my mind at a table with Donna, my brother, Kelso and Kelso's impossibly annoying girlfriend while Hyde and Fez chatted close by. I heard the pipsqueak whine briefly before demanding Donna go to the bathroom with her. I was just happy the girl was too afraid of me to ask. Fez left too, and Hyde sat across from me with Eric at his side. "Kelso," Hyde started, "how much longer are we going to have to deal with the whole Jackie experience?"
"Oooh... that's her name," I said, earing me a furrowed glance from Kelso before he turned back to Hyde. "Don't worry," the idiot at my side said, "I'm breaking up with her."
"Yeah and I killed JFK," I scoffed.
"It's over, she's cuttin' into my free time."
The next night we all, including my 15 year old headache, found ourselves stranded when the Vista Cruiser decided it didn't like us enough to take us to Milwaukee for a concert. After the idiots were done dancing and Donna and Jackie went to the bathroom, the mechanic offered us a deal to give him two concert tickets for a new battery. "We can't give up two tickets," said Kelso.
"Uh yeah we can, I vote out the pipsqueak," I offered.
Hyde chuckled, "you are the pipsqueak." "It's that or non of us go," Eric reasoned. "So who's out," Kelso asked.
It was easy to kick Jackie and Kelso out of the group. The horny teenagers didn't mind being alone in the Vista Cruiser at all. A part of me, a relatively prevalent part of me, wished it had been Hyde and I. But to everyone else looking, we weren't close enough for that to make sense. So silently I enjoyed the concert, stealing small glances and brushing touches from my partner in crime, while my skin burned to be in his arms once more.