A/N: The smut is BACK!

Disclaimer: I don't own THAT 70S SHOW nor The Who's TOMMY.

Hyde knocked on her apartment door at 11:30 the next night, as Jackie liked being at least twenty minutes ready to every movie she went to. So if they left right away, she wouldn't freak out about lines or seating. Though he had a feeling it wouldn't be very busy that night. Jackie opened the door, wearing a long black winter coat.

"Hello, Steven," she said, tossing her hair.

"Hey Jackie," he said. "Ready?"

"You know it," she said, nearly purring. They walked out of the building to his car, and she sat in the passenger seat. He was blasting the heat on the frigid evening, but she still kept her coat on.

"Aren't you getting warm?" he asked.

"Nah, I'm fine," she stated, batting her lashes at him. He noticed that she'd made herself up quite prettily that night. As if she wanted him to take her already. The thought of the movie must have been getting to her. He grinned to himself. But he didn't notice that she was grinning to herself as well.

"So did you have a good day?" he asked.

"Yes," she stated. "Why?"

"Friends ask about each other's days," he said. The nerve, she thought.

"I suppose they do," she said.

They got to the theater, and he paid for their tickets. They walked to their seats, and she ran a hand through her wavy hair.

"Comfortable?" he asked.

"Well, it's a little warm in here," she said, and began to unbutton her coat. "They know how to blast the heat, don't they?"

"Yep," Hyde said, and she took off her coat. And his stomach began to flip flop.

Jackie was wearing her high school spring cheerleader outfit. She looked at him innocently, or what appeared to be innocently.

"What?" she asked, her voice lilting towards naiveté, even though she knew DAMN WELL that he loved her cheerleading outfits.

"Why are you wearing that?" he asked, his throat suddenly dry. "It's like, fifteen degrees outside!"

"Oh this?" she asked, brushing the top gingerly. "Well I need to do laundry and this was my only clean outfit. I'm washing my clothes tomorrow night at the Foremans house though, so no worries. I think the skirt has gotten a little shorter though from all the washes. What do you think?"

"I wouldn't know," Hyde said.

"Well just look!" she demanded, and stood. "Doesn't it look shorter?" She bent over, her ass within arms length of him. "Can you see my panties?"

"Would you sit down?" he demanded, and the lights began to dim. He yanked her to her chair, and she huffed in pretend agitation.

"Well fine, you can tell me tomorrow when I wear it to the Foreman's," she stated.

"Are you crazy?" he asked. "It's too cold to wear that thing!"

"I guess you're right."

"Yeah."

"I'll just have to wear my winter uniform."

"That's NOT what I meant-!"

"Shh! The movie is starting." Hyde snorted, and Jackie crossed her legs. He could see up her thigh, and it was going to drive him crazy. If there was one outfit that always got him hot and bothered, it was her cheerleading uniform.

She ate her popcorn, and stared at the screen. He'd watch her brush her hand on her skirt, and catch a glimpse of more thigh. But at least soon she'd be melting at his feet, and then maybe he could actually rip that cheerleading uniform off her body. And with this music, it was going to happen. He just knew it. He just NEEDED it to. Because if it didn't, he'd of blown his chance of getting her back.

What was he thinking? NOT getting her back. NOT. Getting her into bed. That's what it was. That's what he wanted. Of course, what did he really want? He had that to think about while NOT thinking about her outfit. It was going to be a long movie. He rested his chin in his hand, sulkily, and watched her rock her head back and forth to the music.

"Ann Margaret is so pretty," Jackie said. "Oliver Reed, however, is not."

"Shut yer pie hole, I'm trying to watch the movie," he snapped. She snorted, and smiled internally. He was dying to have her, and she wouldn't let him. He was utterly and completely miserable.

Perfect.

As the movie progressed, Jackie became smugger and smugger. While she was feeling pretty good, her urges weren't completely out of control, partly due to the fact that the vocals weren't the ones she was used to. Hyde, on the other hand, wasn't faring well, as Jackie was giving him hell. She had spilled popcorn on his lap, and was picking up the kernels that were dangerously close to his crotch area, which was getting harder the more he looked at her outfit. And it wasn't as if she was being modest at all. She kept propping her foot up on the seat in front of her, and smiling coyly at him. He couldn't tell if she was oblivious, extremely attracted to him, or on to him in every way, shape, and form. And the most frustrating part was that while Jackie was enjoying herself, she was not ENJOYING herself. It must have been because it wasn't the actual band members singing the songs. Just other actors. His plan seemed to be a bust.

"What's wrong?" she asked, no, purred.

"Nothing."

"Don't you like the movie?"

"You know I don't like the movie, Jackie."

"Well it was YOUR idea," she said, spilling more popcorn. "Whoops!" She was about to pick it up gingerly, but her grabbed her wrist.

"Don't touch me," he growled. She yanked her hand away, glaring at him.

"I thought that was what you wanted?" she hissed, and he was a little perplexed. How was she on to him? Was she on to him?

But then…. Then his salvation happened. For nearing the end of the movie, Tommy was taken to a doctor, played oddly by Jack Nicholson, at least in Hyde's opinion it was odd. And Tommy's subconscious sang…

See me, feel me.

Touch me. Heal me.

See me, feel me.

Touch me. Heal me.

Hyde looked over at Jackie, who was now staring at the screen, her breasts heaving as she breathed in and out. That was what she needed. Roger's voice. It all had to fit together. She licked her lips, and when he'd stopped, she calmed down. Hyde smiled. Soon Tommy would be able to see, hear, and talk again. Which meant that Roger was going to be singing more. And that Jackie was going to be all over him. Of course, if she hiked that skirt up any higher he'd be all over her too.

"Enjoying yourself?" he whispered later, and she jumped a little bit. She then smiled at him.

"Are you?" she whispered back.

"Oh yeah."

"Well so am I," she said, and jumped again as Roger Daltrey's voice began to sing 'I'm Free'.

I'm free! I'm free!

And freedom tastes of reality.

I'm free! I'm free!

And I'm waiting for you to follow me…

She was holding her composure well enough, but it was getting more and more difficult. And now Hyde was putting his hand on her thigh. She looked at him, and he was staring at her. So the cards were out on the table now. His hand moved up her skirt, and began to toy with her panties. He tugged at them, and she exhaled a little bit. He moved towards her sex, and she closed her eyes. Why are you letting him do this? She thought. Why aren't you swatting him away? WHY ARE YOU LETTING HIM TRAP YOU???

Because it feels so good, she answered herself.

He slipped his hand into the fabric, and felt his way around, curiously. She bit her lip. He found her clit, and she yelped a little. He played with it, teasingly. She moaned, and gripped the seat as he fingered it harder and faster. That's right, cum for me, baby, he thought, leaning into her neck and kissing it.

"Steven," she rasped.

"Don't you like it?" he whispered in her ear, and pushed harder. She threw her head back, trying to remain quiet.

If I told you what it takes to reach the highest high,

You'd laugh and say that nothing's that simple.

But you've been told many times before

Messiahs pointing to the door.

And no one had the guts to leave the temple.

She just couldn't take it. She leapt up, and bolted from the theater. Hyde was surprised, it had happened so fast. First she was there, enjoying what he was doing despite herself, and then she was out the door. He grabbed his coat, and hers, and followed her into the cold March night.

"Jackie!" he called after her, but she didn't acknowledge him as she ran down the street. "Shit!" He got into the El Camino, and began to drive after her. After all, she was going to freeze in this weather in that incredibly skimpy and therefore sexy cheerleader outfit.

Jackie was running as best she could, feeling incredibly angry with herself for going to the movie when she KNEW she was no match for it or Steven. Why was he doing this to her? Why could he STILL do this to her? Even when her brain screamed at her that she was being a fucking moron, her emotions were screaming in her other ear to turn around and go to him.

His car pulled up beside her.

"Jackie, you can't walk home dressed like that," he said.

"Go away."

"Jackie, just get in the car, there's heat in here."

"Go. Away."

"Jackie! Get in the goddamn car!"

"GO AWAY!" she screamed at him.

"I'll go away when I drop you off, if you freeze to death I'll never forgive myself," he said. She huffed, and gave in. It was pretty cold out. She opened the door and climbed in, and he handed her her coat, which she hugged.

"Just take me home," she said, bitterly. "It's what FRIENDS do, right?" He didn't answer, and drove. It hadn't worked. At least, not the way he wanted it to. Now she was pissed and probably going to let him have it. And not in the way he had hoped.