A/N: Holy crap, I got reviews! It's so nice that you guys are enjoying this…This chapter is basically a really long flashback - it has a lot of nekkid Hyde and Jackie goodness….and who doesn't like that?

Btw, this is kind of a long chapter, so Merry Christmas kiddies!

Again, I don't own this show…cuz if I did, there would've been a whole lot less of Eric & Donna going at it, and a WHOLE LOT MORE of Jackie and Hyde doing so….

Chapter Two: Righteous Fury…

Despite popular belief – or better yet, to the assailant's popular belief – Steven James Hyde did not often get smacked by chicks. He was smart enough to know that in order to get what you want from the female of the species – which was usually sex – you had to respect them and their weird ways. Now, respecting didn't mean acting all pussy like Forman – in fact, there were times when Hyde wondered if maybe Forman was the chick in his relationship with Donna – but Hyde knew the line.

Despite whatever Jackie Burkhart said to the contrary.

Granted, Hyde's mode of respect could be termed disrespectful, but usually Hyde termed those ignorant folks assholes, and they often met the end of his fist. He didn't hit women; he knew when a girl said "no" it was exactly that, "NO." He knew that sometimes his burning got out of hand, could be seen as cruel and hurtful, and maybe in some instances, disrespectful.

Especially in the case of one Jacqueline Beulah Burkhart.

But that bitch deserved every burn she received from him. Fucking bitch.

If one were into that pop psychology bullshit, the theory could be made that Hyde's cruelty stemmed from the fact that he was still desperately in love with Jackie. That his heart still ached for those mornings when she would wake up beside him in his cot, all soft and warm from sleep. How his hands almost shook from the need to entangle themselves in her hair as he would pull her in for a kiss. How his lap, which was once her throne, now felt empty and desperate, as her body was the only one that felt truly comfortable on top of him.

And when she was below him….God…

He's had sex with tons of chicks, but Jackie was the only one he had been with in which he felt that spark. It was amazing how they were together – how even in their first time together, they moved together instinctively, each moving together like it was a dance they had danced to a million times before. Even now, as Hyde sat in his cot after Fez drove Jackie away after that morning's confrontation, he could still remember their first time together, on this very bed….

Flashback, December 1977

"Puddin' Pop, I can't believe you shaved your beard for me…" Jackie murmured, cupping his cheeks and rubbing her nose against his for an Eskimo kiss.

"I thought it'd make you feel better…" Hyde closed his eyes, reveling in her fingers against his face, his arms around her waist, just the feel of her body against his…

They were sitting on his chair, a couple of days after Hyde had shaved his beard off, and it was a momentous occasion…made momentous by the fact that they were very much alone.

"It was so romantic, Steven..." Jackie looked deep into his eyes, and as Hyde looked back into her mismatched ones, he was surprised to see a look of determination, as if she had made an important decision, right at that moment.

Jackie pulled back from him, and continued to look deeply into his eyes.

"Make love to me, Steven."

And with that, she stood up, and went to his room.

Hyde blinked. Did she just say what he thought she said?

"Wh-what?" Hyde entered the room, standing on the inside of the door, confused as fuck. Jackie Burkhart didn't sleep with someone because of one romantic gesture. According to what Donna had told him, Jackie had to have a formal declaration of love, accompanied with flowers, chocolates, and a song written just for herand this special occasion….

And a banner. Across the skies of Point Place, or better yet, across the entire state of Wisconsin, declaring Jackie Burkhart the prettiest girl in the state and, of course, the requisite, "I love you, Jackie Burkhart."

Hyde had done none of these things. In fact, the fact that he shaved his beard off for this chick should be taken as the equivalent of these things, because Steven James Hyde did not do banners. Or song writing. Or even flowers, cuz regardless of how much he was feeling for this one chick (he was still trying to contemplate how it was Jackie frickin Burkhart that had inspired those feelings – that was just fucking mind-blowing, and he doubt there was enough pot in the frickin universe to contemplate that crap), he wasn't gonna pussy out like Forman or even fucking Kelso. And at the mere thought of Kelso, who had had this gorgeous girl in front of him before Hyde ever realized how fucking special she was, Hyde stiffened. Because Kelso had had Jackie first, and for reasons best yet undiscovered, Hyde was getting really pissed that Kelso had been her first. And regardless of the fact that Hyde had hated Jackie when they first met, there was a small and unreasonable part of him that was now fucking furious that she hadn't waited for him.

It was probably best to exorcise that part of him that was now boiling with fury at the thought of Michael Kelso's hands touching Jackie's petite body, stroking her breasts and thighs…

Or better yet, not think about that at all.

"Steven? Do you not…do you not want to?" Jackie walked to him, and he stepped back, pushed up against the closed door.

Hyde looked at her, and was more than surprised to see tears falling down her face. Apparently, Jackie had seen him stiffen, and now thought he didn't want to. Yeah, right. The thought of sleeping with Jackie, of being inside Jackie, had terrorized his thoughts since the second her lips left his on that stupid Veteran's Day date. Christ.

Hyde stepped away from the door, desperate to quell her train of thought. "No, no, no! Of course I want to. I'm just…confused. I mean, I know that it's a big deal for you, and I…I don't want you to regret it, alright?"

"It's not because you don't want me?" Jackie's eyes continued to tear, and as she leaned back against the door, Hyde wondered how in God's name could someone so beautiful ever frickin believe that he didn't want her.

And for that, he blamed one fucking Michael Kelso.

Hyde grabbed her waist, pulling her against him, so she could feel the effect that having her just say those words had on him. Jackie gave a soft little yelp, looking up at him through her mismatched eyes. He had gotten hard the minute her request left her lips, and it was beyond his comprehension that she would believe that he didn't want her. Christ, if she knew of the agony that he went through during every one of their make out sessions, trying not to pressure her into going further, knowing the shit she went through with Kelso…but God. She was fucking hot. Scorching. Her fire had melted right through him every time her tongue went past her lips and into his mouth, and for reasons unknown, Hyde was able to withstand the flame and give her some fire of his own.

And now, this incredibly hot, gorgeous thing – was asking Hyde to make love to her. Not fuck her. Not have sex. Make love.

He'd never done that shit before, but if he was ever going to make love to someone, he wanted, no, needed it to be with her.

"Does that answer your question?"

Jackie smiled, and Hyde found his respect for her growing, as she looked him straight in the eyes, which was a pretty big deal for a girl with her limited experience. That takes balls, man. And from what he knew from this girl, this tiny chick, is that Jackie had a bigger set of balls than most men twice her size. Respect is something that Hyde gave to very few, and here, in his small room under the Forman basement stairs, he was giving it to this bossy and bitchy brunette. And for reasons he couldn't yet explain or fathom, Jackie was slowly seeping into his bloodstream, driving him slowly mad from wanting her so much and needing her so bad.

It was enough to get Hyde really pissed off.

Hyde bent his head down towards her, keeping his eyes on hers, as he took her mouth. His hands cruised along the sides of her body to her hair, and he tried to remember when touching another chick's hair felt this good. As he tasted her mouth, Jackie let out a small moan that touched Hyde in places that he swore he didn't have. Places left undiscovered and left for dead.

"God, baby," she whimpered. "You taste so good…"

Hyde moaned in response. His eyes closed, he could not remember a time in which he had wanted to be balls deep inside a chick so badly, but also drag the process along as long as possible. He broke off from her, his hands cupping her face, and asked the question that he knew he had to ask, and praying the answer was in his favor.

"Baby…Jackie, are you sure? We don't have to do this…"

"Steven! I told you I want you to make love to me now do it!" Jackie replied hotly, fisting his shirt with her fists and pulling him down to kiss him hungrily.

Hyde groaned in pleasure, as her tongue swept inside his mouth and promptly drove him delirious.

Hyde wrapped her legs around his waist, and walked to his cot. As he laid her down on his sheets, breaking away from her mouth, her beauty struck him dumb. Here she was, this gorgeous thing, and she wanted to make love with him.

God, it didn't get any better.

Jackie looked up at him. "What's wrong, baby?"

"It's just…you're so beautiful, Jackie…"

She smiled. "Wanna show me how much you appreciate it?"

Hyde smirked. "Oh, I will…"

He kissed her again, deeply, taking her moan into his mouth. He couldn't get enough of her taste – it was a more potent drug than any he had ever encountered, and he was becoming a fucking fiend. Her hands were entangled in his curls, and her fingernails kept tracing patterns onto his scalp, driving him slowly insane. His hands though, couldn't keep still – they traced over the legs wrapped around his waist, her face, her sides. The idea of touching her naked body in mere moments was driving him out of his mind. He knew he had to cool it, because his enthusiasm was getting to Kelso-like levels, and that, he would never do to her. He wanted this to last, and more….he wanted her to enjoy it.

Remembering something that Donna had told him once, Hyde got up from the bed and started looking through his record collection. Jackie sat up from the bed, confused.

"Puddin, what are you doing?"

"Well…we – and by we I mean you, might be making a lot of noise soon," Hyde said, arrogantly. "So I thought it best to make a preemptive strike…and try to hide it."

Jackie giggled as he finally found the record that he wanted, Derek & The Dominoes. As "I am Yours" begins to play, Hyde goes back on top of Jackie, kissing her passionately. His mouth starts the trail down to her neck, and he lays wet kisses all over her chest, left bare in her V-neck sweater. He continues to kiss her torso through the material, delighting in her moaning of his name.

Soon, Jackie lay underneath him in her bra and panties, with Hyde in his boxers. He was sweating profusely, and every breath he took intoxicated him with her perfume. He never knew of a time when his dick was so hard that it was aching, and he was desperate to be inside her. He knew she can never want this as much as he did, but again, he had to make sure…

"Baby," he panted. "Are…are you sure?"

"Steven, please. Don't stop…." Jackie begged, laying kisses all over his chin and neck.

"God, Jackie…" Hyde kissed her again, removing her bra in the process. Once he saw her gorgeous tits, her nipples hard from arousal, he couldn't bare not to give them his attention. That'd just be wrong, man. Jackie gasped as he took her left nipple into his mouth, and with the placement of his knee between her thighs he could feel how wet the action made her. Wanting to be fair, he kneaded her right breast with his hands, then replaced his hands with his mouth. Sucking her right nipple into his mouth, he reached down to the heat between her thighs and cupped her.

"Oh, God…" Jackie rolled her head from side to side, eyes closed, and Hyde, having never seen her come, knew that she was close.

"Baby," Hyde's left hand went up to her hair, and he fisted her hair back to attack her neck with his mouth, his right hand still in between the vee of her thighs. "Open your eyes, Jackie. I want to see you."

As Jackie opened her eyes, Hyde was fucking shocked to see the amount of desire he found there. God, she wanted this. She really, really wants this.

Hyde kept his eyes on hers as he slipped a finger inside her, and smirked as he felt her tighten around him. Her breaths were coming in short gasps, and Hyde knew how hard it was for her not close her eyes as the pleasure overcame her. But she was stubborn, his chick, and kept her gorgeous eyes on his as he slid his finger deeper inside, and flicked his thumb against her clit.

She moaned his name, and lost this particular battle, as she closed her eyes and trapped his hands inside her thighs.

"Steven," Jackie whimpered. "Please, baby… I can't wait any more…"

Neither could he.

Hyde quickly removed her panties, and stepped out of his boxers. As he placed himself in between her thighs, his dick so hard it was literally aching, he stared down at her gorgeous form on his bed. "God, Jackie, you're so beautiful," he whispered.

Then he thrust inside.

And lost his breath.

CHRIST.

She was so fucking tight, and Hyde needed several thrusts to be buried deep inside. And deep inside is where he desperately needed to be. She had somehow, some way, wormed her way deep inside him, and he'd be damned if he was the only one who felt invaded. He was gonna make his mark on her body the same way she was fucking determined to make her mark on his soul, black as it may be.

Jackie had almost screamed the moment Hyde had thrust inside, and her eyes were wide in shock as he filled her completely. Hyde couldn't believe how good she felt, and he wanted to die just like this, buried as deep inside Jackie as he could be. Her heat was fucking incredible, and it took almost every ounce of self-control he had not to explode the second he was inside her.

And he wasn't exactly known for his self-control to begin with.

Jackie wrapped her legs around Hyde's waist, and Hyde groaned as she clamped down her pelvic muscles on his dick with the movement. This chick was gonna be the death of him, he just fucking knew it…

Hyde bent down to place his forehead against hers, looking deep into her eyes. "Yo-you okay?"

She nodded. "You feel so good, baby…" She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down further for a kiss that Hyde felt down to his soul. "Please don't stop…"

Hyde didn't need further encouragement. Entangling his fingers with hers, he began thrusting deep inside of her, slowly, as he was afraid if he went any faster he was gonna frickin lose it. "Please, Puddin…I need you to go faster…harder, baby…"

"Fuck, Jackie…" Hyde groaned and complied, thrusting harder and faster, until the tiny bed was shaking with his efforts.

Hyde let go of one of her hands as he pulled her hips to him to go deeper. He couldn't possibly go any deeper, couldn't possibly go any harder – but that's exactly what he needed. God, he couldn't fucking explain it, but this chick was doing shit to him that should fucking piss him off if it hadn't felt so good. Jesus, the way her fingers felt entangled with his own, her tongue inside his mouth, her scorching heat – Christ, he's been with chicks before, but it was never like this. God, not like this. No girl had Jackie's heat; no one had her spark and fire. Fuck, he felt like he was burning up, and he really couldn't give a shit if all that was left of him were ashes.

Holy crap, was he turning into Forman?

Jackie rolled her head back, giving him the opportunity to lick the length of her neck – there wasn't a spot on her body that Hyde didn't want to introduce his tongue to. She tasted so good, and she was so soft…

Shit. He was turning into Forman.

Jackie's cries, a low keening that Hyde swore was literally formulated to drive him out of his fucking mind with lust, got louder, and he felt her coming before she actually did. Hyde could feel her start to shake inside, could feel her clamp tighter around him, something he didn't think possible, but that just showed how much he knew. As Jackie opened her mouth to scream as her orgasm hit, Hyde slipped his tongue inside, and she started sucking and taking it deep into her mouth. He moaned into her mouth, the feeling of her mouth on his tongue and her grip on his dick becoming too much for him, and he came so fucking hard. And fuck if his spurting inside of her didn't spiral another orgasm to shoot through Jackie's body. He felt her walls clamp down on his softening dick, and he groaned in pleasure.

Hyde rolled off of her, and he swore he could feel his dick protest at being pulled out of Jackie's warmth. They both lay on his cot, out of breath and sweating, when Jackie rose on her elbow to smile down mischievously at him.

"Huh."

Hyde looked up at her, confused.

"I didn't feel anything…"

Hyde shot up, furious. What did she just say?

"I mean…the sex was hot but…did you….did you feel anything?" Jackie continued to smile down at him, a look of mischief and pleasure on her face, her eyes telling him to remember…

Hyde frowned, confused.

Then he remembered.

"No," he said, as he shifted her from on her side to settle her on top of him, pulling her down for a kiss. He pulled away from her, a smirk across his face. "No…"

"So," Jackie lay on top of him, crossing her arms across his chest, smiling seductively. "What happens now?"

"I'm not opposed to doing it…"

Hyde sat back on his cot, smiling as he lit a joint, remembering reliving the conversation that had taken place on that date on Veteran's Day. They had both lied that night, and they both knew it, even then. But for whatever reason, they had, and she had gone back to Kelso soon after. Fucking Kelso. Hyde wasn't stupid, he knew that his insecurity regarding that particular idiot was probably what killed his relationship with Jackie, but if she really loved him, she would've known better than to go off to Chicago with that fucking moron. And, towards the end, all she could fucking care about was marriage and kids…

And then Chicago.

Then Sam.

Hyde wasn't fucking stupid, he knew that nothing probably happened in Chicago. But she left him, just like Edna, like Bud. She fucking swore, on her life, heart, and soul – that she would never leave, and she did. Took off to Chicago, with an ex-boyfriend who still wanted into her pants. Took off, because he didn't give her the answer she wanted when she wanted it.

Was it any wonder that he burned her now? She had committed the gravest sin in Hyde's eyes – made him fall so incredibly hard for her, made it almost physically impossible to not be near her and ache for her touch – and left when shit wasn't going down her way.

Fucking bitch.

And he hated her now, because regardless of how he let on with everyone else, he still craved her touch. Still longed to be inside her, and fuck if it wasn't just physical. He wished it was. God, he didn't think it was possible to miss a person so much that the activities that normally would've made him happy only a year ago, now feel hollow and empty. They no longer had the same appeal, no longer had the same effect, and it was fucking driving him out of his mind. Food no longer had the same taste, beer had lost its touch, and the pot that he was smoking now with now increasing regularity no longer had the same effect that it once had. Even sex – with his wife that wasn't and the numerous chicks that came after her – no longer felt the same. Even the fricking release wasn't the same – sex, with Sam and everyone else, had become stale and boring, and it no longer carried the promise of satisfaction.

And he blamed it all on Jackie. She ruined pot for him, man!

As he smoked his joint, the cannabis entering his system began to pull him to a place he hated to go, and only went when he was sad and lonely and incredibly fucked up. The place where the memory of Jackie lived and breathed and wouldn't just fucking die already! Where every good memory of their relationship resided, where her smell and taste and voice and laughter and the way she made his name sound like fucking sex lived, breathed, and existed to torment him into oblivion. There wasn't enough booze to drown it, not enough pot to burn it out of his system - not enough anything to kill it. He wanted to be rid of it – only he felt that he would have to cut out his tongue to rid himself of her taste, break his nose a million times to exterminate her scent, cut off his hands to forget the feel of her under his hands…

And there went another reason for his intense hatred towards the bitch. For making the sense memory of her burn so deeply into his mind, heart, and soul that living life without his senses could be seen as a frickin blessing. Hyde cursed her name, cursed the day he ever thought that she could be his completely. She never fucking was, and he hated her with a passion for letting him believe that he did.

That fucking whore deserved every bad thing coming her way…