Author's Note: Sorry for any errors. I'm trying to get this out quickly. Please let me know if you are reading this and what you think. There will be language and smut. Yeah for smut! This is Jackie and Hyde after all-who I do not own, of course.
As Hyde looked at Jackie standing in only her panties on the pier he felt a stab of shame that he
hadn't kept that promise. In fact, he had been the one who hurt her the most. She must have seen
something in his eyes because she put her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him.
"Don't," she whispered.
"Don't what?" he asked harshly, pulling her closer.
"Don't beat yourself up about it. We can't change the past."
She had always been able to read him better than anyone else. As much as it had annoyed him at
times there was something to be said for it now. It saved him from having to divulge every thought
but he couldn't help but think he was a coward for not saying what she needed to hear.
"Let it go. I have," she said and he saw the truth of it in her face. The old Jackie would have been
lording it over him, taunting him with how much he wanted her and how he had screwed things up.
This Jackie was making no demands on him. She wanted to be with him and God, he wanted to
be with her too.
There was so much he wanted to say to her but it could wait. Her warm little body against his
was too damn distracting and he wanted her so badly. He noticed she was shaking-shivering
actually. It had cooled off to the point that there was mist rising off the lake in wispy tendrils.
"Wait here," he said and fishing the camaro keys out of his pants pocket he opened the trunk.
Like the good boyscout he was Bradley had a box of emergency supplies stashed inside. Hyde
grabbed the blanket and brought it back to the pier.
He would like to take her someplace else but he was afraid if they left this place the spell would
be broken. She would wonder what the hell she was doing with her loser ex-boyfriend and he'd
never get a chance to tell her how much he had missed her.
Besides, it wasn't as if they could go to her place-an apartment she shared with Bradley or to
his room at the Forman's. Geez, why hadn't he gotten his own place by now? It wasn't like he
could'nt afford it. "Grooves" was doing really well and he had actually stashed quite a bit of
money away. He told himself that Kitty would just miss him too much now that Eric lived in
Madison but he suspected the real reason was that he would be leaving the only real home he
had ever known-and that he would have to admit it was time to grow up.
He had to give Jackie credit for moving on, even though he didn't like that it was with someone
other than him. He had been stuck in a rut for so long he didn't know how to get out. It seemed he was unable to move forward without looking back and when he looked back all he saw was the mess he had made of his life.
God, he really had fucked things up and he couldn't blame anyone but himself. Not that he hadn't
tried. He could recite from memory all the people he blamed. First there was Bud for being a drunken asshole, then Edna for being a whore and abandoning him. More recently there was Eric
for going to Africa, Jackie for giving him an ultimatum, Kelso for being in her hotel room in Chicago and finally Sam for marrying a wasted stranger. Funny how nothing was ever his fault.
He had suspected for a long time that most of the responsibility for his mistakes lay with him but
it was just too easy to blame everyone else. Yeah, he's been dealt a bad hand when he got Bud and
Edna for parents but on the other hand, the Forman's had taken him in and treated him like their
own. As far as the rest of it, maybe if he had reacted differently things would have turned out better.
Maybe if he hadn't been so defensive, so cynical, so unwilling to bend. Actually there was no maybe about it.
Looking at Jackie wrapped up in the blanket and leaning against him as they sat on the pier he
knew that if he had only met her halfway maybe they would have made it.
"Jackie, I'm sorry-for so many things. Red is right-I am a dumbass," he spoke quietly. Without
his shades he felt especially vulnerable but he looked in her eyes. A soft smile on her mouth she pressed a finger to his lips.
"Ssshhh," she whispered. "I understand you."
The exact same words she had spoken to him all those years ago when they were just kids. He'd scoffed at her then, "Oh, you do, do you?" but the fact of the matter was she did understand him.
She always had and maybe that was what had scared him the most. Maybe that was why he had
pushed her away so many times. Even when he was happier than he had ever been he had held
back, afraid to admit how much it meant that this girl-this crazy, annoying, smart, funny, beautiful
girl loved him. If he admitted he loved her he might lose her-like everything else in his life.
He leaned towards her, unable and unwilling to stop himself. She met him halfway-like she
always had-and their lips met. Tongues touching, darting and twisting together his heart beat
like crazy against his chest and when they pulled apart there was a light in her eyes.
"So, did you feel anything?" she asked, just like she had that night on the hood of her Daddy's
Lincoln. This time he wasn't going to lie.
"Yeah, I felt something," and he kissed her again.
"Me too," she sighed against his mouth.
They fell back against the wooden slats of the pier, the blanket falling away and revealing her exquisite body in the pale moonlight. Leaning down he touched his lips to her collarbone-to the
valley between her breasts then to the peaks of her nipples, taking one into his mouth and teasing
the other with his fingers. When her head fell back he moved to kiss the soft skin of her neck.
Her hands rose to grasp his shoulders, running over the hard muscle there then down his chest
and around to his back. His own hands traveled down to her little waist, her hips and then to her
thighs. He parted them gently and kissed his way to the soft folds between them. She sighed and
pushed her fingers into his unruly curls while his tongue swirled around her clit. He slid a finger
into her and pulled the tender flesh into his mouth, flicking it back and forth with his tongue.
She gasped and it all came back to him-it was instinct really- what she liked. He gave it to her until she was panting and pushing herself against his mouth.
"Steven, please," she moaned.
"Yeah, doll?" he grinned. God, she was wet.
Her slanted amber eyes glittered up at him, like a cat in the dark. "You know what I want," she
said in her old bossy voice which made him want to laugh.
"Ask me nicely," he murmured against her hipbone. He laughed when she swatted weakly at his head. He pushed another finger into her and she grabbed his hair, tugging until he looked up at her.
There was laughter and desire in her face.
"Steven-puddin' pop-please. Pretty please, fuck me," she whispered, bottom lip plumping out .
Not that he would ever refuse her but when she used her old pet name for him and she looked
like that-no fuckin' way could he deny her. He slowly eased his fingers out of her and brought them to his mouth, licking them slowly while she watched.
"Damn baby, you taste so good," he said, watching her moisten her lips with her pink tongue.
"Steven, stop teasing me. I want you. Now," again that demanding tone which took him back to
all the times he would torment her just to get her riled up. It was as fun now as it had been then.
Maybe even more so because it had been so long and she was even sexier now, if that was possible.
He raised himself up on his elbows and grasping his cock he brushed the tip against her wetness. They both groaned. He entered her slowly-inch by inch-until he was fully sheathed in her. Kissing
his chest and his neck she grabbed his ass and rolled her hips. Already he could feel her muscles
clenching around him.
"Fuck, Jackie," he groaned. "You're so tight" and he thrust into her. She met and matched the
slow steady pace he set but knew she wouldn't be able to last for long. It felt so good having him
inside her again. Unbelievably good. Only Steven had ever made her feel this way. When he
quickened the pace she held on as long as she could. Until the tremors started and her heart beat
frantically in her ears. Gasping she clutched at him wildly, tightening her legs around his whispered his name.
It was all he needed to send him over the edge. Thrusting furiously he felt her constrict around him almost painfully. The friction between them was incredible. The next thing he knew he was laying on top of her, hands still locked on her hips, buried deep in her and breathing harshly in her ear.
Honest to God, it was like an out of body experience except that he was totally aware of his body-and hers. Sex had always been incredible with her but tonight, he was willing to admit it wasn't just the physical act or the way they fit together so perfectly. It wasn't just about the sex. It was her and the way she made him feel- really fuckin' feel. Everything -all of it. Every emotion he'd ever had was all tangled up and tied to her and he didn't think that was ever going to change. He loved her. He always would and there was no way around it. No reason to deny or fight it anymore. Now he only had to convince her to give them another chance because no way was tonight going to be enough. He had a feeling-as Formanesque as it was-that forever would never be enough with her.