Authors Note:
This chapter is quite a bit longer and finally, quite a bit smuttier-is that a word? Not really sure if
it deserves an M rating but just to be safe…
I hope you are enjoying this-should be about 14 chapters in all. How am I doing? Please read and review.
He expected the flash of heat that shot thru him. Kissing Jackie had always been like getting caught in an electrical storm. The hair on his arms stood on end and his nerves danced under his skin. But he hadn't expected the sensation that spread thru his chest, in the region of his heart. It wasn't a physical reaction so much as something else. It was like the feeling of coming home after being away a long time.
Her heart was pounding hard and erratically. It seemed like so long ago and yet it felt like just yesterday that they had kissed. She had missed it so much yet his firm lips over hers were as familiar and comforting as her own heartbeat.
He reached out and pushed his fingers into her hair, dry now and as smooth as silk. Her hands came up to his face and they kissed until they were both short of breath, tongues tangling and sliding against each other. When they pulled apart she rested her head on his shoulder and they sat quietly, both wondering if this was wrong. After all, she had almost married someone else today.
flashback
Eric and Donna had just found them making out on the Forman's ratty old couch and were going on and on about how wrong it was. Kelso was going to freak out and they were "creepy and unnatural" together. Hyde glanced over at Jackie. She looked upset. He hoped she wasn't having doubts about them, 'cause he had no intention of quitting her. He would deny that she was his girlfriend to anyone who would listen but that didn't mean he didn't want to be with her.
Forman might think she was the devil and Donna thought they were just too different to work but he knew better. Sure, she was
shallow and immature but she was also funny and warm hearted.
Not to mention, hot as hell. He didn't even mind that she was bitchy. In fact, it kind of turned him
on, not to mention that it kept him on his toes.
Of course, Kelso did freak out when he found out about them but only because he wanted Jackie
for himself-the cheating asshole. Fez, while initially upset for Kelso and maybe himself, accepted
it pretty quickly. For him, it came done to basics and there was nothing more basic than sex. He
thought they were sexy together and other than candy-and his own right hand-there was nothing he liked better.
Mrs. Forman thought they were adorable together and Mr. Forman liked the Burkhardt girl. She
was the only one of his sons' dumbass friends who knew her way around an engine and she kept
his foster son in line- most of the time. Steven had it rough growing up but he was a good kid and it didn't take a genius to see the little cheerleader was crazy about him.
Jackie's snobby cheerleader friends couldn't believe she was going out with a burnout like him.
She knew they were all secretly jealous because he was so sexy, she told him. "Of course I am,"
he smirked.
His dirt bag friends-the ones he hung out with behind the gym or got his stash from, knew better
than to razz him about her. He had no problem decking anyone for calling her a rich bitch. Besides,
she could give as good as she got. Just another thing they had in common and that he thought was
hot.
Her parents weren't really an obstacle, even though she was a Daddy's girl. Her socialite Mother
was always on vacation so she was never around. Vacation from what, Hyde wondered. Her Dad
initially disapproved of them going out but when found out that Hyde lived with the Forman's he backed off. Red Forman was the toughest s.o.b. in Point Place. This Hyde kid couldn't be too
bad if Red Forman took him in. Besides, almost anyone was better than that doofus Michael Kelso.
Then Jack Burkhardt went to jail and there was no one from her family to object to their dating.
On paper it shouldn't work and sometimes it didn't. Usually because she got too demanding or
he got too jealous. She would try to manipulate him and he would resist or do something stupid.
Yet for all the reasons it shouldn't work there were twice as many reasons why it did work.
They had both forgotten that during the shitstorm that had been last year. Sitting here at dusk
at the one place where they could be together with no bullshit, no drama it all came back to him.
Jackie pulled away and he watched her stand up. His suit coat hung halfway down her firm thighs
and covered her slender hands. She shrugged it off and it fell to the pier. She stood there in
her tiny silk panties, a soft smile on her lips and an invitation in her eyes he'd never thought to see again.
She saw his eyebrows rise above his aviators so she reached out and took them. Turning slightly,
she pitched them into the lake, in the same direction she'd thrown her tiara earlier.
"Jackie, what the hell!" he scrambled to his feet. She slipped her arms around his waist and
his attention was diverted back to her. She looked up at him, a light in her beautiful exotic
eyes and he was caught up in her again.
"I promise not to act like a spoiled princess if you promise not to hide behind those damn
sunglasses anymore,' she teased, her head tilted in that adorable way she had.
"Well, I can't very well do that now, can I? Seeing as they're at the bottom of the damn lake,"
he grumbled and she giggled.
"I'm the one who should be upset," she said. "I threw a diamond tiara in the lake and it wasn't
even mine!"
They both started laughing. He grabbed her waist. "Damn, Jackie. That was so badass" and he
kissed her long and hard. "Steven," she whispered his name. God, he loved it when she said his name.
When they were kids she called him Hyde like everyone else did. Adults tended to call him
by his first name but he always introduced himself as Hyde. When Jackie was crushing on him-which he kinda hated-
she started calling him by his first name-which he kinda dug. Not that he
ever told her that. She had a hundred different ways of saying it but he liked the way she was
saying it now the best. Soft and sexy with that little pleading sound to it.
"Yeah, doll?" he buried his face in her hair.
"It's a beautiful night. Aren't you kind of warm in all those clothes?"
He grinned, "Hell,yeah" and stepped back to take his clothes off, with her assistance. Her
nimble little fingers pulled his tie off, then his belt, all the while pressing soft kisses along
his jaw. When he tried to step out of his dress shoes she murmured "Let me" and went on her
knees in front of him. His breath hitched when, after slipping his shoes and socks off she
reached for the zipper of his pants.
flashback
They were alone in the basement and bickering about something, which wasn't that unusual
except that he was pushing her buttons a little more today. When he threw the "get off my
boyfriend" incident in her face, she folded her arms across her chest.
"What do I have to do to get you to stop bringing that up?" she demanded.
He grinned. That devilish smirk she both loved and hated. Today she hated it.
"I'm not doing that" she snapped, tossing her hair.
"Then I'm going to keep bringing it up!"
She glared at him for a few minutes and then shocked the hell out of him when she stood
up and grabbed his hand.
"Fine then! Come on," she pulled him towards his bedroom in the back of the basement. He
opened his mouth to question her then shut it quickly. Damn if he was going to object.
"Are you serious?" he had to ask when she pushed him into the room and shut the door.
"Yes, I'm serious. You've been bugging me for weeks now. So, come on, get your pants
off."
When he wasn't quick enough for her she started tapping her foot. Damn, she was hot when
she was mad. He kicked off his boots and pulled his pants down. She shoved him on to his
cot and stood there looking at him. It felt kind of weird to have her acting all businesslike
about it but what the hell. He wanted to see how far she would go and damn, if she didn't
drop to her knees in front of him.
Her hand was on him, grasping his rock hard dick thru his boxers. He gasped, she was being
a little rougher than usual. Maybe a pissed off Jackie handling his junk wasn't the best idea.
"Lay down," she commanded but he had to challenge her on that.
"I'd rather watch, if you don't mind," he grinned, pulling his glasses off and throwing them
on the milk crate he used as a bedside table. Meeting his laughing blue eyes she flushed.
"Fine-ok, then," she said and tucked her hair behind her ears. Something she did when she
was nervous. "Could you?" and she motioned to his boxers.
"Of course," he said magnanimously and pulled them down and off. His dick stood up like it
was spring loaded . She flinched as if she'd never seen it before-well, she definitely hadn't
seen it that close up before.
He had to keep himself from laughing, which suddenly wasn't so hard when she grabbed
his balls and twisted.
"Christ, Jackie. Be careful," he gritted thru his teeth.
"Oh, sorry. Is this better?" she asked and pressed her soft lips against him.
"Yeah, that's better," he sighed and watched her little pink tongue dart around his cock. Her
hand gripped him a little too tightly. She took a deep breath, like she was going underwater,
and raising herself up a little, plunged her mouth over him. Her teeth tore at his sensitive skin
and he couldn't help it. He yelped.
"Shit, Jackie. That hurt," he half shouted at her.
She sprang to her feet, hands clasped over her mouth. "Oh God! I'm sorry!" she said. "Don't
yell at me! I've never done this before!"
"Christ, you gotta take it easy," he was checking for blood. Luckily there wasn't any. "Wait.
You've never done this before?"
He looked up at her. She had tears in her eyes and was shaking her head.
"No. I never –I don't know how. God, baby. I'm sorry. Are you ok?"
"Yeah-yeah, I'm ok," he muttered. Another one of Kelso's lies. He should have known. That
jerk thought he was such a sex machine. What did he call himself? The space rocket of love
or something moronic like that. God, what an imbecile. It made Hyde wonder how many
other lies Kelso had told about Jackie.
She was still standing over him, eyes wide. He hadn't meant to yell at her. It wasn't her
fault.
"Come here, doll. It's ok," he said softly and pulled her onto his lap, which might have
been a mistake because as soon as her tight little ass touched his dick it jumped to attention
again. That gave him other ideas.
"Look, we don't have to do that. There's plenty of other stuff we can do," he murmured
against her neck. She snuggled against him.
"No, I want to try it. I know you want me to…"
"Listen, Jackie. We don't have to do anything you don't want to," he soothed.
"Really? You won't break up with me if I don't do-that?"
"What? Hell no! Where would you get a stupid idea like that? Wait, let me guess. Kelso.
Remind me to kick his ass the next time I see him," he shook his head, disgusted.
She laughed, a little relieved. Michael had always tried to make her feel bad if she didn't
want to have sex or try something different. Sex with Michael hadn't been all that great.
Not like it was with Steven-and he really was sweet to her, when it mattered.
He watched all this play across her pretty face. He loved that she was so animated and
enthusiastic about stuff but he wasn't ready for what came next. She put her arms around
his neck, a serious look on her face.
"Steven?"
"Yeah, doll?"
"You know how much I love it when you –you know, do that to me? Down there?" she
blushed .
"You mean when I go down on you?"
"Steven!" she shrieked then hid her face against his neck. He chucked and proceeded to
tell her everything he had ever heard it called, from "eating at the Y" , to a "box lunch", to
"giving face". By the time he was finished-a good five minutes later-she was nearly
hyper-ventilating. Whether from shock or laughter he couldn't tell but she seemed more
relaxed.
"Steven, I read this article in Cosmo…"
"Jackie, Cosmo is porn for housewives."
"Cosmo is full of interesting information, Steven. Don't make fun of it! Anyway, they had
this article on, you know. How to do-how to…" she fluttered her hands nervously, embarrassed
but determined.
"Give head?" he teased and leaned away from her slap.
"Yes-that-but they called it something else. Something Italian. Fel-flet-fettuccine, or something."
Hyde fell back on the cot and bust out laughing. Blushing furiously she climbed over him and
covered his mouth with her hand.
"Stop it! Stop laughing? You know what I mean!"
He must have laughed for five minutes straight. Finally, gasping for air and wiping his eyes he
looked up at her. She was leaning over him, her beautiful amber eyes glowing with laughter and
that something else he knew was just for him. She kissed him, long and softly and afterwards, he could barely breath. They smiled at each other.
"I love you, Steven. Will you let me show you how much?"
He nodded, unable to speak. He felt so overwhelmed by her feelings for him-and his for her.
And yeah, he was excited too.
"You won't laugh at me?"
He shook his head, and he didn't. Although they did laugh together. Once when she caught her
hair on his ring and again when he banged his head on the frame of the cot.
It wasn't the best encounter they'd ever had, simply because it was a lot of trial and error but
it was good. Really good. Especially when he told her what he liked in a low raspy voice that
sent shivers up her spine. She was a quick learner, his grasshopper. Hands tangled in her long
black hair his head fell back as he tried to hold on. He didn't think she was ready yet for him
to cum in her mouth. He didn't know if that was something a princess like Jackie would ever
be ready for but when he moaned her name and pushed on her shoulders, she shook her head.
She latched onto his ass and took him even deeper into her warm wet mouth. He groaned and
gave up the fight.
After catching his breath he pulled her up his body and kissed her hard, although she tried
to turn away, shy now. As they lay on his cot in his dank basement bedroom, her head on his
chest she whispered, "I can feel your heart beating."
"Of course you can. That was fucking amazing, doll," and he kissed her forehead. "You can
give me fettuccine anytime."
She laughed and snuggled against him. It became a joke between them. He would ask if she
wanted to get Italian for dinner or she would wonder what kind of wine went with fettuccine. If
their friends were around they would ask what was so funny. They would just smile at each other and leave
the room together, laughing.
Kneeling on the pier, Jackie slowly pulled the zipper of Steven's pants down and looked up
at him. He was staring at her, his blue eyes dark with desire. She might be making a mistake
but she didn't think so. If she was, she'd live with it. She was a lot stronger than she used to
be. If she had Steven only for tonight, she would remember it forever-and make sure that he
did too.