Donna shoved another garbage bag into her closet and turned to look at Jackie who was waiting to pass her another one. "Seriously, Jackie?" the redhead asked. "There is honestly no more room in here for those."
"Well make room," Jackie demanded, pushing the bag into her friend's arms.
"And how exactly do you expect me to do? Blink once n magically install a walk-in closet?" Donna dropped the bag to the floor, ignoring the gasp coming from her friend. "Look, Jackie," she said, pointing to the bags and pushchair which now filled every inch of space in the place where she used to hang her clothes. "I cannot, repeat cannot, get anymore of your stuff in there. I've already moved my shoes n clothes, what more can I do?"
Jackie glanced at the closet before doing a quick scan of the bedroom. Donna was right, she really did need to install a walk-in closet, there just wasn't any space left in her tiny room. "You could ditch this desk," she suggested, running a finger along the wooden table. "I mean, you have a bed, just do your homework there."
"I'm not gettin' rid of my desk so that you have somewhere to put your baby crib," Donna sternly said. "Can't you just ask the Forman's if you can put it in their garage? I'm sure they won't mind."
"Donna, you know what happened at Christmas time...I can't possibly ask them to store my baby stuff after what I said to them. That'd be rude."
"Ooohh, is someone feeling...dare I say it...guilty?" Donna asked, a wicked grin crossing her face as she flopped down on her bed. "I never thought I'd see the day when Jackie Burkhart felt guilty."
Jackie narrowed her eyes at Donna. Yes, she did feel guilty. She felt so guilty that every time she thought about the Formans a weird, sick feeling would come over her causing her to curse herself out loud. Even her new practically-an-orphan status hadn't seemed to wash away the guilt. She still felt more sorry for Mrs. Forman than she did herself. And it was annoying the hell out of her.
"Maybe a little," she confessed, lying down next to her friend. "I mean, Mrs. Forman clearly loved that tatty old thing and while I don't love old, worthless pieces of crap I probably wouldn't like it if someone didn't appreciate something I loved. So I guess I could've used a little more tact when I refused her offer."
"A little?" Donna raised an eyebrow. "You could've used some. I mean, Kitty is so freaking excited about this baby n you pretty much told her that she's not good enough for it-"
"Not her," Jackie corrected, "just her stuff."
Donna shook her head. "Pretty much the same thing for someone like Kitty."
Tears stung Jackie's eyes and she turned her head away from Donna, her gaze landing on the Janis Joplin poster hanging on the wall. She didn't like Janis, at all. The woman was way too rock, way too tomboyish for Jackie. Ladies should be ladies, that's what her mother had always told her. Donna liked rock chicks though. So did Hyde. Two peas in a pod Jackie thought, pulling her cashmere sweater over her hand and discretely wiping her eyes. Hyde and Donna liked the same things, had very similar ideas about the world, and both knew how to make Jackie feel like complete and utter shit.
"I get it, Donna," she said, frowning at Janis's image. "Steven's already told me what a bitch I am, you don't need to keep rubbing it in."
A hand quickly wrapped around hers on the bed. "God, Jackie, I'm sorry." Donna's tone was urgent with remorse. "I didn't mean to upset you...I wasn't even thinking...God, you shouldn't have to worry about all that stuff on top of the stuff with your dad...sorry..."
"It's cool," Jackie sniffed.
"You sound like Hyde," Donna gently teased, squeezing Jackie's hand. "Speaking of Hyde...What's it like playing house with him? You two arguing about who left the wet towel on the bathroom floor yet?"
"We aren't playing house, gigantour," Jackie growled. "He's just looking out for me while I'm on my own. And I don't know why everyone's making such a big deal about it...we're friends n friends look out for each other."
"But you're also friends who do the sneaky behind the rest of your friend's backs. And you also happen to be friends who're having a baby together. You can't tell me nothing's going on between you two."
"Donna, I'm telling you nothing's going on between me n Steven."
Donna propped herself up so her back was against the wall and looked down at Jackie. She was getting serious. She wanted the dirt. Lucky for Jackie she had no dirt to give.
"Midget, I saw the way he was looking at you when he brought you here after school. He was practically drooling after you up the hallway. Something's happening...Hyde doesn't drool over anyone."
"Well," Jackie said, putting her hands on her belly, "we may have been sleeping in the same bed and there may have been some cuddling n spooning going on -" Donna's eyes lit up and her mouth opened wide but before she could speak Jackie swiftly smacked a hand over her mouth. "- but that's it, Donna," she reiterated. "We have cuddled but we have not done anything else so I'd appreciate it if you'd get your dirty little head out of the gutter."
When Jackie removed her hand from Donna's big trap she could tell her best friend was chomping to say something so she closed her eyes and waited.
"Hyde cuddles?" Donna asked as if she'd just scored the scoop of the century. "Huh, who would've thought big broody Hyde was a cuddler? I can't wait to tell-"
"Oh, you won't be telling Eric," Jackie warned. "If you do I'll be sure to let him know where you've moved your diary to, and don't think I don't know where it is. I've already read about your boring date last night to the planetarium. God, shoot me if I ever get a boyfriend who thinks a visit to the planetarium is even remotely interesting."
Donna looked sternly at Jackie, her cheeks flushed from the revelation that sometime in the last hour the brunette had managed to find and read her personal journal. Jackie raised an eyebrow, sure she might be pregnant, sure she might be going through a hard time, but that didn't mean she didn't know how to snoop out a diary and have a good - albeit boring - read.
After a moment Donna's temptation to lash out at Jackie passed, instead she sighed, her head falling back on the wall. "Well I guess you don't have to worry about that," she said, pulling at a crease on the knee of her jeans. "Hyde hates the planetarium, he won't be taking you there anytime soon."
"Steven? What's he got to do with anything?"
"You said to shoot you if you ever had a boyfriend who found the planetarium interesting and I'm saying you're okay coz Hyde doesn't."
Jackie pushed herself up onto her elbows and stared up at Donna. "Steven isn't my boyfriend, Donna. Not now, not ever."
"Yeah but-"
"Yeah but nothing," Jackie said, shaking her head slowly. "That ship has well and truly sailed. Sure, a couple of weeks ago I thought him and I could make a real go of things, but now -" she fell back on the bed and returned her hands to her stomach, " - but now I've realised that Steven was right all along...we're too different. Everything with us is drama, drama, drama, and I've got enough of that in my life right now without adding pining after him to the mix. We're good as friends. Just friends."
"Friends who cuddle-"
Suddenly the door burst open and Hyde appeared looking frazzled. "Friends who cuddle?" he grinned looking at Donna then at Jackie. "I could get into that."
"Heard you already did," Donna teased, swiftly wiping the grin off Hyde's face.
He glanced over at Jackie, clearing his throat and ignoring Donna's comment. "You ready?" he asked. "Plane gets in at 7 so I thought we could go see the Forman's before we head to Kenosha."
"What?" Donna said as Jackie swung her legs off of the bed and slipped her feet into her boots. "You never told me your mom was coming back tonight."
"She's not." Jackie wouldn't look at Donna, instead she hurried to Hyde's side and felt instantly calmed by his hand on her lower back.
"But Hyde just said you're going to the air-"
"Rosa," Hyde quickly said with a sharp nod of his head. "We'll catch ya later, Donna."
Jackie smiled. "Thanks for today. I'll call you tomorrow yeah?"
"Anytime, midget," Donna smiled back as Hyde led Jackie down the hallway.
...
"I really don't wanna do this right now," Jackie moaned, hoping the accompanying pout would let her off the hook and maybe instead steer her and Hyde to the Hub.
Hyde quickened his pace across the Forman's driveway. "I know you don't but trust me, once it's done you'll feel better."
"I promise I'll come tomorrow. Let's just do it tomorrow."
"No, Jackie." Hyde stopped walking and turned around just before they reached the patio. "We're here now so you're doin' it now. Can't keep puttin' it off, man."
Jackie pouted again, just in case he'd missed the first one. "Pweeease don't make me-"
"I'll buy you somethin' shiny afterwards..."
"Really?" Jackie's eyes lit up at the thought of a present. What would Hyde possibly buy her that was shiny? She didn't take him for much of a jewellery person. Jewellery carried far too much sentimentality for someone like Hyde to gift so casually. Perhaps a key ring? She'd seen some gorgeous cubic zirconia encrusted key rings at the mall recently. The tiny faux diamonds decorated the letters of the alphabet and she could just picture herself with a J one in her hand, the sunlight reflecting off all the razzle dazzle. Yeah, it had to be a key ring. She smiled at the thought. "So you'll buy me something shiny if I go in right now?"
Hyde nodded. "Yip".
"Oh my gosh!" Jackie did a little dance on the spot, careful not to slip on the icy driveway. "I'm so excited!"
"So I see," Hyde grinned. "If I'd known you'd dance for me in exchange for a burger wrapped in tin foil I would'a bought you one ages ago."
The smile on Jackie's face disappeared, as did her little driveway jig. "A burger wrapped in foil? That's my shiny present?"
"Hey, I never said anythin' 'bout a present," Hyde replied, holding his hands out in defence. "I just said I'd buy you somethin' shiny. A burger wrapped in tin foil is shiny, n I'm buyin' it."
"You're such a pig, Steven."
"You're such a dreamer, Jackie." Hyde looked over Jackie's shoulder and into the Forman's kitchen. Grabbing her hand he began leading her to the house. "C'mon, there they are."
Jackie felt her face flush red, and it wasn't because of the frosty chill in the air. It was the red of a girl who was utterly embarrassed and horribly mortified. Never, in all her seventeen years, had she had to apologise and actually mean it. Flippant 'sorry's' to her father for scratching up his car were never heart felt. Casual 'sorry's' to her friends when they thought her fashion advice was a bit harsh were mere lip service. Any sorry she'd said to Kelso after her pregnancy was discovered was only said to shut him up and stop him crying.
But this sorry, to the Formans, was from the bottom of her heart. This sorry meant something. Two weeks without seeing them had felt like two years and she wanted things to go back to how they used to be. She needed somewhere stable to go amongst all the chaos, especially when the baby arrived.
"Hey Mrs. Forman, Red," Hyde said as he pulled Jackie into the kitchen and shut the sliding door. "We got a visitor."
Kitty was standing by the refrigerator fixing Red's tie, something he didn't look too happy about. Both of them were dressed up, clearly off out which Jackie found odd. It wasn't often the Formans went anywhere, except maybe to Bob's to play cards. But Kitty wouldn't be wearing her favourite green dress if she were only going next door and Red certainly wouldn't be coaxed into wearing a tie for a night of cards with his frizzy haired neighbour.
Kitty turned around and her eyes widened. "Jackie!" she cried. She reached out her arms and rushed over to Jackie, pulling her into a warm embrace. "Oh, sweetheart, how are you?"
Jackie could barely breathe, not because the hug was too tight, but because she was suddenly overcome with emotion. She closed her eyes, her head on the older woman's shoulder. She needed this, to be held by a mother. Pity it wasn't her own mother.
"I'm okay, Mrs. Forman," she assured Kitty.
Kitty pulled away and cupped Jackie's face in her little hands. "Really, honey?" she asked, tilting her head to the side as though she was examining Jackie's face for any trace of sadness. "Because I don't think you are. Going through all this business with your father in your condition, only to have your mother not come home straight away...well, I just don't see how you can be okay. I bet you haven't been eating -" she checked her watch, "- and it just so happens I have half an hour before the party starts, I'll fix you something to eat right now." She pulled Jackie to the table and sat her down. "You sit right here."
"No, Mrs. Forman, you don't need to make me anything. I'm fine," Jackie protested.
Kitty looked at her and then at her husband who was still standing by the fridge drinking a beer. "Red," she said. "Does she look fine to you?" He shrugged. "Because I don't think she does. I think I need to feed her before we go anywhere."
"Suits me," Red said as Kitty tied an apron around her waist. "I don't wanna go to this damn party anyway. Why would I want to spend my free time with people I'm forced to work with every, single day? They should be paying me to go n listen to their crap."
"We're going because that man has worked at Price Mart for 27 years and now he's retiring. He needs a good send off, Red," Kitty said, searching the fridge for something to cook.
Red shook his head and looked at the ceiling. "Well I didn't ask him to work there for 27 years so why should I have to give him a good send off? I don't care what the man does...stay, leave, it makes no difference to me."
Sighing, Kitty put a hand on her hip and looked at her husband. She opened her mouth to speak before quickly closing it again. Instead of reminding Red why he should care about his co-workers she handed him a fresh beer and turned her attention to the pregnant girl sitting at the kitchen table. "Steak, Jackie? Nice n juicy, loaded with iron. How does that sound?"
Before Jackie could answer Hyde stepped forward. "Mrs. Forman, you don't needa cook for us. I'm takin' Jackie out to eat after this."
"Course you are!" Red scoffed. "No money, kid on the way, but still treating yourself to meals out. Y'know when I was your age I was eating cold beans out of can while dodging commie bullets."
"Were you eatin' 'em with your fingers?" Hyde asked with a smirk.
"Shut it, dumbass."
"Well, dinner out sounds nice." Kitty smiled nervously as she untied her apron and hung it neatly on the kitchen rail. "I'm sure after the last few days you've had a meal out would do you some good," she said to Jackie. "Don't you think, Red? Don't you think Jackie deserves to go out and enjoy herself?"
Red shrugged and gulped his beer.
Hyde smiled. "Oh we're not goin' out out. Just pickin' up a couple burgers on our way to Kenosha."
"Kenosha?" Red asked, furrowing his brow. "What are you two going to Kenosha for? It's forecast to snow later, which you'd know if you bothered checking the weather report before making hair brained plans about driving out of town."
Hyde walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a soda. "Just goin' to pick up Rosa from the airport. I'm not drunk, I won't speed, n I'll be sure to check my rear view mirror every 3 seconds. We'll be safe as houses, Red."
"Heard that before," Red grumbled. "You just remember you have a pregnant girl in that car with you-"
"How can I forget," Hyde sighed. "She doesn't stop flappin' her trap."
Jackie chose to ignore Hyde's comment and smiled when Red began giving him a lecture about tyre tread and safe travelling distances. That was a far greater punishment than anything she could've dished out. Besides, this gave her the perfect opportunity to apologise to Kitty in semi-private.
"Mrs. Forman," she started, feeling slightly nervous when Kitty looked at her.
"Yes, honey?"
Jackie chewed on the inside of her cheek as she scrambled to find the right words to say. Apologies just weren't her forte.
"Mrs. Forman," she started again, "I want to say sorry. I'm sorry for being so rude at Christmas time when you gave Steven and I the crib n stuff for the baby. I hurt you...and...well, I feel terrible."
Kitty's eyebrows arched up but the corners of her mouth drooped. She was somewhere between smiling and crying and Jackie prayed it was the former not the latter.
"Oh, Jackie-" Kitty's hand covered her heart, "- thank you. It's very sweet of you to say you're sorry but I don't want you worrying about that business anymore. You have enough going on without worrying about an old lady and her feelings!" She laughed and moved her hand to cover Jackie's on the table. "You think after all the years I've spent living with Red and my kids that I'd let your comments get me down? I don't think so!"
Jackie smiled, wanting to believe Kitty but knowing deep down the woman really was hurt. "No, Mrs. Forman, what I said was rude and disrespectful and I shouldn't have said it. If the crib's still up for offer I'd love it if we could set it up here for the baby. Only if that's okay with you?"
Kitty's eyes lit up and she bounced in her seat. "Of course it's okay with me!" she said before frowning. "But only if you really want it, honey? You don't have to use it just to make me happy..."
"I want it," Jackie assured her. "It's a beautiful crib and Mr. Forman did such a good job fixing it up. We'd be honoured to have our baby sleep in it."
"Well I'll get Red to get it back out tomorrow," Kitty practically squealed. "I'll spend next week sorting out Laurie's old room and we'll set it up in there for when the baby comes to Nanny Kitty and Grandpa Red's to stay. Oh, it'll be lovely!"
Jackie sat back in her chair relieved. The weight that had just been lifted off of her shoulders felt amazing. Delivering a simple, heart felt apology had significantly cheered her up mostly because the recipient of that apology was positively beaming. She felt warm all over as Kitty rattled off a list of things she had to do to prepare the room for the baby's visits. Her baby had a family here at the Forman's. People who wanted to be around it. People who already loved it.
There was so much more waiting for the baby at the Forman's dinky house than at the Burkhart manor right now.
"Now, Jackie." Kitty's expression turned serious. "Please tell me that you feeling bad about the crib isn't the reason we haven't seen you here lately? I'd hate to think you've been avoiding us because of that?"
Jackie felt her cheeks turn pink. "Well, maybe a little..."
Kitty lips drooped again, as did her eyes. "Oh, honey! I wondered why Steven wouldn't bring you here the other day. I told him you should've been here with us until Rosa came home. Sweetie, you're always welcome here...you're family."
"Really?" Jackie knew she sounded like a six year old who'd just been told she was getting a puppy but she didn't care. She'd been an orphan for two days and was already over it so being told she had a family was pretty exciting news.
"Really," Kitty smiled.
Neither of them heard the phone ringing, but Red did. "Loud one," he stated, clearly annoyed at having to cut short his driving lecture. "Phone's for you. It's your floo-, uhhh, it's your mother."
Jackie stood up enthusiastically and rushed to the phone. Rosa was coming home; Mrs. Forman had just forgiven her and told her she was part of the family; and now, to top it all off, her mother had finally called!
Life was finally looking a little brighter.
...
Hyde rifled through his drawer looking for his tin. The Forman's had left for their party and Jackie was on the phone to her bitch of a mother so he figured he may as well go and roll up a couple of fat ones ready for later on. It'd been three days since his last smoke...three long days. Surprisingly his abstinence wasn't because of anything Jackie had said, he'd just been too busy to even think about hitting it. But tonight, once Jackie and Rosa were safely dropped off, he was gonna indulge.
God knows after the week he'd had he needed it.
After finding the tin he grabbed a magazine to roll his film on and sat down on the cot deciding that while he'd definitely missed his film he'd in no way missed that damn cot. Hopefully getting blazed would take the pain away from his return to the crappy bed. Hopefully if he was out of his mind he wouldn't care that he was sleeping alone with no brunette curls in his face.
Hopefully.
He licked the thin paper encasing the first joint and sighed. Once Jackie and Rosa were dropped home he'd make it his mission to find Eric and Kelso and hit it hard. No point searching out Fez; after the Christmas Eve dance fiasco that little foreigner was laying low on weekends, so tonight would be a three man show with plenty of green stuff.
Yip. After a night out with the boys he'd forget all about his cosy couple of nights with Jackie. He just needed a little normality in his life.
As he ran the joint under his nose the familiar smell grew more and more enticing but when the door burst open revealing a distraught looking Jackie he quickly dropped it to the bed.
"What happened?" he redundantly asked. Of course he already knew the answer. Pamela Burkhart happened.
"She...she...she's not coming home..." Jackie fell onto the cot next to him, wrapping her arms around his bicep, her wet tears immediately soaking through his thin sweater.
"Like, ever?"
"Well... soo ...sooner or... later she'll... have to come back," she said between loud sobs that seemed to penetrate through Hyde's chest and into his heart. "She wo...wouldn't give uuu...up her clothes and jewellery for anything. But she's not coming home now...for me."
Hyde's fist clenched on his thigh. Fuck he hated Pam. Fuck he hated seeing Jackie cry.
Fuck he hated that he didn't know what to do or say to make her feel better.
Jackie clutched onto him tighter. "Wh...why is she doing this to me?" she wept. "Why doesn't she care?"
Because she's a selfish bitch, Hyde thought, keeping that particular trinket to himself. He knew that deep down Jackie already knew her mother sucked but she had to be ready to come to terms with that fact on her own. Hyde saying it out loud wasn't gonna help her any.
He gently pulled his arm out of her grip and instead wrapped it around her shoulders. She looked up at him, her bloodshot eyes filled with such deep sadness that it made him want to turn away. But he didn't. "I dunno, Jackie," he softly said. "Just try n forget about her, man. You got Rosa comin' home soon, just focus on that."
"No I don't," she whispered before burying her head in Hyde's chest.
"What?"
It took ten minutes, ten whole minutes, for Jackie to calm down enough to explain to Hyde what'd happened on the phone, and by the time she had he was seething. Rosa was stuck at the airport, snowed in, and hadn't been able to get a hold of Jackie being that Jackie was at Donna's. The little Mexican, worried about the young girl she cared so much about, had tracked Pam the floozy down at her hotel in Brazil and had asked her to get a hold of Jackie and let her know she probably wouldn't get home until at least tomorrow. Pam had done as instructed and found Jackie but had also added in the side order of 'I don't give a crap about you and won't be home for a while even though there is no snow stopping me from getting back'...well, those weren't the exact words Pam had said, they were more Hyde's translation of her feeble explanation. But it didn't matter to him what she'd precisely said, all he knew was that Jackie was crying all over him because the older Burkhart was a selfish cow.
"Fuck her, Jackie," was all he could say when her tears had finally dried.
Jackie stood up and stared into the small mirror hanging on his wall. She turned to him. "Well there's not much else I can do now is there?" The redness that had overcome her face in her earlier despair had subsided a little and now rather than hurt she looked angry. Hyde smiled a little, deciding angry suited her much better than helpless.
"Guess not," he shrugged, picking up the forgotten joint lying next to his pillow. "Pity you can't do this, huh? Gotta say it helped me tremendously when my mom skipped out on me."
The right side of Jackie's lip curved up. "Would be nice," she mused, still looking in the mirror pressing her fingertips under her swollen eyes. "But the fleeting joy wouldn't be worth a lifetime of having a kid all scrawny like Eric."
"Ain't that the truth." Hyde slipped the joint back into the tin, on one hand lamenting the fact he wouldn't be smoking it tonight, on the other hand feeling rather pleased about Jackie's misfortune...after all, no Rosa meant he got another night with Jackie in his arms. "Hey, tell ya what," he said prompting Jackie to turn around. "How's about instead of grabbin' a takeaway burger we go to the Hub n actually eat it there? It'll be like I'm takin' you out for dinner, you girls like that crap don't ya?"
Much to his surprise Jackie scrunched up her nose and sighed. "That's really nice of you, Steven, but I don't really feel like going out n seeing people tonight...I mean look at me...I'm a mess. The Hub will be packed n everyone will have a right laugh at me-"
"No they won't, I won't let 'em."
"I really don't want to see anyone tonight...I think I'd rather stay in."
Hyde shrugged, that was the last time he was ever offering to take a chick out. "Whatever."
Jackie slowly walked toward Hyde, stopping right in front of him. She bent down and placed her hands on his knees, pushing her body between his legs. "You're really sweet, Steven," she said quietly, her big eyes staring straight into his.
"No I'm not," he replied, feeling uncomfortable by her close proximity. It wasn't that he wasn't used to being close to her, he'd been sleeping right next to her the last two nights after all. It was just that this encounter felt different...strange. Her hands were running up and down his thighs and her eyes were piercing into him, almost seductively. How did she turn from a blubbering mess into this within minutes?
"Steven," she said, drawing herself up so her face was mere centimetres from his, "I don't wanna be around anyone else tonight...just you..."
"Uh, okay. We'll pick up the burgers n go back to yours, watch a movie or somethin'."
"No -" Jackie swung a leg over Hyde's lap, straddling him on the narrow cot, " - I want you, Steven."
Hyde dragged in a breath as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His arousal for her was instantaneous, just like it always was, and he wanted her so bad. She was perfectly made; her big doe eyes, her little button nose, her cute little pout, her smoking hot body...everything about her was perfect. Even her once annoying as hell personality was growing on him, no matter how much he tried to kill the growth. He wanted her. But he also knew she wasn't in a good place right now.
"Jackie," he said as her moist lips found his neck. "What are you doin'? You said after Christmas that it was a mistake..." He cringed when he remembered his Christmas seduction and it's less than jolly fallout. He couldn't risk another near-fatal aftermath like that one. He wanted her in his life as much for himself as the baby, and the less complicated their relationship was the better. Even though her tongue ministrations were feeling better than any circle right at that moment.
"Steven, please," she whispered against his neck while her hands began removing his sweatshirt. "I need you...now."
He closed his eyes as she pulled the fabric up and over his head. If he looked at her he'd crumble. If he looked at her he'd want her as much as he did over summer. Actually, if he looked at her he'd probably want her more than he had over summer. Slowly but surely she'd managed to creep into his head and, he feared, was now beginning to burrow in his heart and he wasn't sure he could keep fighting her advances.
Especially when she was on his lap sucking his neck.
"Jackie," he moaned, his eyes opening much to his dismay, "maybe we should talk about this?" Fuck, no film for three days had turned him into Forman. He was shirtless, with a hot chick in his lap begging for it and he was telling her they needed to talk. He wanted to kick his own ass for being such a girl.
Jackie gazed up at him. "I don't wanna talk, Steven," she said, tracing her finger across his lower lip. "I want you to kiss me and fuck me -"
Hyde's breath caught when he heard her use the term she so openly despised. "Jackie," he growled as her eyes narrowed.
"What? Don't you want me? Aren't I pretty enough for you?" She moved her mouth to his ear and lightly nibbled on his earlobe while her hands ran up and down his bare chest. "Don't you find me attractive anymore?" she whispered almost breathlessly against his cheek.
Hyde's hands moved to her hips, his thumbs finding the bare skin between her top and skirt. "Yeah, I want you," he conceded, pushing her body down harder on his lap. "You're beautiful."
He hated that she saw this side of him; the one that so openly and readily wanted her. But he couldn't help it. She was driving him crazy and he was helpless to stop her.
She looked at him, her once sad eyes softened in pleasure. "Am I really?" she asked as she began fumbling with Hyde's belt buckle. "Do you really want me?"
Hyde's face was buried in her sweet smelling neck and when she tilted her head back to give him better access he stroked the length of her neck roughly with his tongue causing her to grind her body harder against him. He wanted her alright.
Sliding his hands up her thighs and under her skirt he maneuvered her into a laying position on the cot. "Fuck yeah, Jackie," he murmured against her mouth. "I want you."