By the time Friday rolled around, Jackie was so nervous, she could barely put on her lipliner without drawing zigzags. She was going over to a boy's house with the express purpose of having sex. With Michael there'd always been some kind of cover-up exucse like watching TV, listening to music, even going for a drive to the water tower, but this was different. There was no curtain of excuse, the invitation was to go to her boyfriend's house and use his body like a hippity-hop of lust. She'd even gotten Donna to cover for her and say that since Bob and Midge were out of town (true) Donna wanted the company so the house wouldn't be so empty (false). It had been embarassing enough to tell Donna that she and Hyde weren't doing the mattress mambo and yet Donna had been surprisingly understanding of the situation. She'd even been supportive enough to suggest that there was always the possibility that the gang would be there in the basement when she got there, with very little idea as to the real reason she'd be there, so she'd feel less embarassed.

She knew there was no such luck when she went into the basement and saw it empty save for Hyde on the couch, in his jeans and that surprisingly soft black cotton Indian-style shirt. He'd left his sunglasses and boots off and was watching some kind of sporting event on the television. He glanced over when he heard the door open and did a genuine double take when he saw her.

"Damn," was all he could manage. She'd chosen something very soft and girlly looking - a long green and pinky floral tunic with slim jeans. She'd put her hair up to show off the graceful length of her neck and as he approached, Hyde could tell she'd also dabbed on some tantalizing fruity perfume that made him think of the apricot-and-honey preserves Mrs. Forman occasionally made. She carried a small overnight bag in one hand and her purse in the other, making him realize that she really was going to stay the night. He took her chin in his hand and kissed her sweetly. "Want to put away your bag?"

"Sure."

She followed him into his room and stopped short when she saw the little transformation the small space had undergone: He'd put a few cream-coloured candles on the dresser and there were soft-looking powder blue sheets with a down-duvet on the bed. As she set her things down, Hyde hurried over to put his lighter to the wicks of the candles and in an unseen corner, put on a record of Led Zeppelin. It wasn't so much to set the mood as to relax them both, since they were both a fan of the band.

"You did all this for me?"

Hyde shrugged; he'd have bitten off his own tongue before telling Jackie he'd gone to Donna for a little advice and she'd helped him set the stage without it looking too fruity. Glad she'd stepped out of her shoes - that way he could smell the female scent of her hair - he walked over to her, behind her so he could kiss at the nape of her neck. "I thought you'd like a little of the mushy stuff since it is our first time together." He'd also have bitten off the remainder of his tongue before he'd also tell Jackie that' he'd heard Kelso's end of the first time they'd had sex at all and decided that pornos had more atmosphere. Once again, he'd be damned if he'd let himself be lumped into the same category as Kelso in Jackie's book. Instead, he turned her into his arms and brushed his hand over her brow before kissing her with such heat that Jackie thought her earrings might melt off her ears. A low hum sounded in her throat, one of deep pleasure that had Hyde's lips curving when he moved his mouth down her jaw.

Jackie closed her eyes and let herself begin to drift. He had the most amazing mouth; every time he kissed her, it was like that first fiery liplock they'd shared. And not the one on the Formans' basement couch, but the one when they'd sat on the hood of the car on Veterans' Day listening to Leo Sayer and sharing a root beer in a take-out cup from the Hub. Every kiss since then had felt like it was a fan to the flame that had been lit that day, and now it seemed that the roof was about blow off this burning building of their physical romance. She placed her hands on his hips, pulling him close to her and letting the tips of her fingers find their way under his shirt. She dragged it over his head, then brought her hands back to the small of his back; surprisingly this was where he was possibly most sensitive, aside from the obvious other place. A little ripple of delight went through her as Hyde tugged on the hem of her tunic, sliding it up her body. Standing in her jeans and bra, she felt no urge to cover herself up, which surprised her more than a little.

Hyde felt his blood pump a little harder, a little faster, at the sight of Jackie before him. Her eyes had deepened in colour so that they were nearly black with desire, and wasn't it cool that it was his hand, his mouth that made her look that way? Turning her around, one hand on her waist, he traced one finger up her back in an S-shape, stopping at the nape of her neck. When he tasted it he heard her inhale sharply, felt the shiver go down her spine. Knowing his girlfriend, Hyde slid the straps of her bra down, moved his hands around to press against her breasts. He felt the blood pool in his lap when his thumbs brushed over the rock-hard tips of her breasts. This time, her reaction was an audible gasp as she stiffened and went a little limper in his arms. In one deft move he unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor, and turnning her around began to walk over to his bed.

When they tumbled onto his bed, Jackie felt a new sense of surrender. She'd thought it would be fast and hot and sweaty, not this build up of savoured anticipation. Who knew that Steven Hyde had such...tenderness wasn't the right word; no one would consider those taught wiry fingers that possessed her body without hesitation 'tender'. And most definitely the heroic erection she could feel under his jeans as he lay on top of her wouldn't be considered 'tender' either. Still, it was new to experience this kind of emotional levelling with a boy - man, really. Running her hands down his back, she let them rest hesistantly on his butt, making Hyde laugh.

"Jackie, grabbing my ass during foreplay isn't a felony, you know."

"I know, I'm just nervous, I guess."

"Don't be." Hyde kissed her, then began trailing his mouth down her body until he reached her breasts and closed his mouth over the right one, rolling the heated point of it with his tongue. Here was the same taste of her, the glorious honey-and-apricot scent, and the not-so-nervous-or-subtle wriggle of her hips against his. The quick jittery movement made his pulse spike, so in response, he shifted to her other breast and replaced his tongue with his thumb one the right one. When he heard her moan his name in a throaty, rusty tone, he nearly lost his mind as her delicate fingers dug in over the denim he still wore. Resting his mouth in the valley between her breasts Hyde fumbled only a little with her zipper and in one fluid motion, dragged her jeans off her legs and tossed them somewhere. When he resumed lying on top of her, he felt himself harden to iron at the dampness between her thighs. He'd done that, he knew, he'd made her that turned on, that she was all hot and slippery.

She went from lazy pleasure to impassioned heat in two seconds flat at the feeling of being nearly naked beneath Hyde. The hands that had dugged into his ass immediately went for his belt buckle, and quick as a snake, his pants ended up somewhere near hers. Now she could feel him, the full male entirety of him as he pressed into her. With more confidence than she'd had before, Jackie slid her hands under his boxers to pull him against her even harder. She didn't even both to try and tone down the sounds that escaped her lips as he continued to work his magical mouth on her breasts. She didn't noticed him pulling at her panties until she felt them slide over feet and realized that she was tugging in the same way at his boxers. When they were both naked, Jackie felt the heat morph yet again, this time in eye-crossing lust, as Hyde's mouth slid down her belly, over the length of her thigh, into the centre of the heat.

Hyde was thankful she'd stripped him down all the way; had he had to wait for any length of time to finish undressing for the main event, he wasn't sure he'd be able to keep it together, not with the way Jackie writhed under his touch. As he could feel Jackie move closer and closer to the edge of the orgasm - one of many for them tonight, he knew - he realized he was about to skip a rather important step. He raised his head to look at Jackie, whose eyes flashed annoyance since he'd stopped.

"Steven, what's wrong."

"My raincoats are in the bureau. I need to get one, so you know, we don't-"

"If you stop now, I'll kill you."

Hyde hesitated only a fraction, knowing that there was no way Jackie would have unprotected sex. Taking her at her word, he ranged himself over her and sank himself inside her, the muscles clamping over him like a vice. He saw the shock of pleasure on her face, the acceptance of him in her eyes, and when he heard that rusty moan again, began to move. One free hand found hers, the other braced on the bed as they sped towards the razor edge of pleasure, her eyes never leaving his. He heard her gasp out his name as she shuddered from the first orgasm and as he felt her tense again, this time when she trembled beneath him, Hyde closed his eyes, buried his face in her throat and let himself fly.