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I don't own The '70s Show-but oh, if I did! Here we go with Ch.5. Please review!

Hyde lay back in the driver's seat of the Camaro. Bradley hadn't come to claim it and since he was without wheels and waiting on Forman, he was listening to tunes on the radio and enjoying a smoke.

Then he saw her-literally a vision in white-dart out of the side door of the church.

"Man, this must be some good shit," he thought because he had just been imagining what she looked like in her wedding gown-and here she was. She looked like a fairy princess. A very pissed off fairy princess. He had to laugh because he'd been worried she was crying her eyes out yet here she was, practically vibrating with anger and looking ready to fight someone. Hell, it might as well be him.

He tried to ignore the curl of excitement in his gut as he got out of the car. Like a heat seeking missile

she locked on him and headed his way, in a flash of white satin. Something glittered in her dark hair. Was that? He laughed out loud-of course his princess would be wearing a tiara.

"Can you hot wire this car?" she demanded, eyes flashing.

"I could-but I don't need to," and he dangled the keys. "Why?"

She came around the passenger side but before she got in she asked, "Can you drive? I can smell the weed from here."

"Yeah, I can drive."

"Good, then get me out of here," she got in, stuffing her long skirt around her.

"Jackie," he got in but didn't start the engine. Not until he glanced over and saw the strained look on her face. "Yes, dear," he murmured and revving the engine, peeled out of the church parking lot.

He drove for several miles, heading out of town. Jackie stared out the window, not saying a word.

He turned the radio on, fiddling with the dial until he found a disco station she would like. Bad idea, he thought when her hand shot out and she snapped it off.

"Excuse me, Princess. I thought maybe it would cheer you up."

"Don't try to cheer me up! Don't be nice to me or feel sorry for me," she hissed but her eyes glittered with tears, which was always his undoing.

"Jackie, what the hell? I don't feel sorry for you. If anything, I feel sorry for Bradley. Not only has he lost the hottest chick in Point Place but I'm going to beat the hell out of this car," and he hit the gas, tearing down highway 43.

He glanced over at her. She was staring out the window again. God, she looked gorgeous. Her hair was up, exposing her slender neck. He used to love to kiss it-and suck on it-and bite it…

flashback

School had started back up again. One more year and he'd be out of this hell hole. Eric, Kelso and Donna had made it back from California just last week, which was cool but also sucked because it cut into his "alone" time with Jackie. Unless they managed to sneak off somewhere together. She had broken it off with Kelso but no one knew she and Hyde had hooked up over the summer and there didn't seem to be any easy way to tell everyone. He wasn't sure he even wanted anyone to know. It was their dirty little secret and he was enjoying the hell out of it.

In fact, he was looking for her now but trying not to be obvious about it. He hung around the girls' bathroom on the third floor-"the popular" bathroom, she told him. But there was no sign of her so he waited outside her fourth period English class until he remembered Fez was in that class too. He couldn't very well talk to her then. At lunch she sat with the other cheerleaders so he had to watch some of the jocks hit on her, which pissed him off royally. Jackie hadn't eaten eat lunch with them since Donna had gotten in trouble for going to California and her Dad had transferred her to an all girls' Catholic school. She said it would be too weird and Eric might get suspicious.

Hyde cut seventh period and found her out on the tennis court for gym class. She wore a white t-shirt and little green shorts. "Nice," he grinned as he watched her hit the ball expertly over the net. Her

parents had sent her to tennis lessons last summer and she was actually pretty good. But he hadn't been chasing after her all day to watch her run around a tennis court, no matter how hot she looked.

He moved into her line of vision and leaned against the fence. She smiled at him and jogged over.

"Hi, Steven. What are you doing here? Don't you have biology seventh period?"

"Yeah," he shrugged. "I'll copy Forman's notes. Can you ditch? I wanna talk to you."

She tossed her ponytail-God, she was cute. "Steven, you know I don't ditch class."

"Aw, come on, Jackie. I haven't seen you hardly all week."

"Awww, Steven! Do you miss me?" she leaned forward and batted her eyelashes. Her t-shirt strained across her chest-not that he noticed.

He glared at her. "Pffft-no. No. Just meet me under the bleachers in ten minutes-or don't. Whatever. I don't care," and he stomped off. But he did care and he was relieved when she showed

up. He thought maybe he had overplayed his hand. She came towards him, hips swaying and a smile

on her pink, plump lips.

"Hey," she said. "What did you want to talk to me about?"

He ground out his half smoked cigarette under his boot heel and pulled her to him.

"Jackie, since when do we have anything to talk about?" and he pressed his lips against hers, a little

rough because he was kinda pissed that he'd chased after her all day and she didn't seem to care.

But he couldn't stay mad at her. Not when she melted into his arms and kissed him back. The

bleacher's weren't the best place for making out but it was better than nothing and he intended to take

full advantage of the fact that he finally had her alone. His hand crept up under her t-shirt, stroking

her soft skin, moving up to cup one of her small, firm breasts. Her head fell back and there was the opening he'd been looking for-he leaned in and kissed her neck. God, she smelled good and tasted even better. He licked his way up to her jaw then kissed her lips again, all the while teasing her nipple with his fingers.

"Steven, we can't-not here," she gasped against his mouth.

"I know, doll. But we can still have a little fun, ok?"

"Oh-ok," she sighed and clutched his shoulders when his lips trailed back down her neck and he lightly bit the sensitive flesh of her collarbone, then soothed it with his tongue.

It must have been a good half hour that they kissed and groped each other under the bleachers, stopping only when the bell signaling the end of the school day rang. She pulled away, eyes a little dazed.

"Oh, my God! I totally missed eighth period. I'm going to be in so much trouble!"

"Relax, doll," he murmured against her neck, sucking and licking it until her knees nearly gave way. She

weakly pushed him away, shaking her head and a finger at him.

"You! You are a bad influence, Steven Hyde!"

He smirked and made a grab for her. "That's what you like about me, babe. Come on, admit it. You wanna be bad."

She tried to glare at him but it turned into a sly little grin instead. "Maybe, but you'll just have to wait and see how bad I can be, Steven". Then she was off, ponytail bouncing and her tight little rear taunting him.

He wondered how "bad" she'd feel when she got a look at the quarter sized hickey he'd made on her

neck. Of course, she was furious. She had to cover it with makeup and scarves until it faded. She wasn't supposed to have a hickey, she screeched at him, because she wasn't dating anyone. Besides, only

trashy girls like Pam Macy or Lori Forman had hickeys. In retaliation, she gave him a big one the next time they made out-and he didn't stop her. He liked the sharp, stinging sensation of her soft lips sucking on his neck.

The difference between them was that he wore it proudly. When the guys teased him about it in the basement he just grinned and refused to tell them who gave it to him. Damn, it was fun to watch Jackie squirm.

"Next time, doll," he whispered in her ear, "Put it someplace where no one can see it."

She turned bright pink, which made Donna look at them suspiciously.

God, he thought as the Camaro flew down the highway, what he wouldn't give to kiss and suck on her

neck –and other parts of her-right now.