A/N: I hope everyone's enjoying. Thank you so much to those who reviewed and if you haven't please do I'd love to hear from you. It keeps me motivated to keep writing. This chapter has some M rated content later in it. So beware it is a dream scene and is italicized, don't worry it is more tasteful but if that's offensive you may skip it. That won't mess up the plot for you. Happy reading!

*FLASHBACK*

Forman Residence

May 4, 1983

He sits in the basement all frigid and tense, elbows resting on kneecaps, bouncing his forehead off his clenched fists. His chair was more duct tape than actual material these days. The black tie around his neck is choking the life out of him but until Forman made it down the aisle successfully he wasn't allowed to take it off.

Fez, Brooke and Jackie were helping Donna get ready and Kelso was somewhere. He was left all alone in the basement with his beer and a joint enjoying a solo circle that was becoming more of a regular thing these days.

That growing anxiety of abandonment was thick deep in his gut. He didn't know exactly what he expected. That his little group of friends would live out their days in the Forman's basement, that is an absurdity in itself.

Footsteps can be heard entering the basement, and he turns just slightly to nod an acknowledgment of presence to the intruder interrupting his self depreciating thoughts. Jackie descended the wooden steps the lilac lace of her a-line gown drifted behind her. Her sleeves were long and her neckline plunged just enough to tease his wandering eyes. Her hair was tied up in a loose mess of curls that fell out framing her face. It reminded him of the day she came stumbling into the basement upset that they had all missed her graduation party. The expression written all over her face reminded him of that day as well. Disappointment.

"I know, I know you probably want to be alone but I need to be somewhere other than up there. So please save whatever you were about to say. I'm not in the mood Hyde." His surname rolling off her tongue tasted like acid but the man sitting in front of her wasn't Steven, not anymore.

"What about Donna?" He questions genuinely.

"I'm not her maid of honor, she doesn't need me. I'm only in this wedding because that lumberjack doesn't have many girlfriends." Jackie sounded defensive

There was an incredible amount of sadness in her voice that broke Hyde down in ways he didn't understand. For years Jackie and Donna were close like him and Forman but now they were like estranged family members who only acknowledged each other because they're forced to. Hyde knew deep down that was partially his fault.

"Yeah. Hey how's Marquette?" She looks to him with the strangest expression of shock. She hasn't been home since New Years and he never spoke to her then except to make crude comments to her. He was pissed at her for leaving but it had been three years and it was becoming more permanent.

"Why the hell do you care Hyde?"

"Whatever." The room fell silent and for the next hour or so the only sound hitting their ears was the Price is Right reruns playing on the television. "Tell me about Marquette?"

"Hyde!" She groaned at him and she sounds annoyed.

"Stop calling me that!" She turned to look at his face, there was hurt in his crystal blue eyes. "Steven, you call me Steven." He enunciated each syllable because he knew her skull was thick.

"But you're not Steven to me anymore." She was crying now gently wiping at her eyes trying desperately to keep her make up from running.

"Jacks, you can talk to me."

"No I can't. You never wanted to listen when we dated, why would you now?" Steven shifted from the chair to sit near her on the couch, wanting to comfort her but not invade her personal space. Jackie didn't scooch away as he had expected and it was a good sign. "You look beautiful."

She looks up at his face, his sunglasses had been placed carefully on the table and his eyes portrayed real authentic words. "You really think so."

"Yeah absolutely. Donna couldn't even compare if she tried." he brushes one of the small curls from her mismatched eyes which glistened with saline. "I'm sorry about being an ass to you."

"You've definitely been an ass."

"And I'm sorry. Please tell me how things are in Marquette, I really want to know."

"I graduated."

"What? Why didn't you call or say anything?"

"Who would be here to care?"

"Come on Jacks you know we care. So now what's next? Coming home?"

"No. I got an assistant managers position at this little fashion boutique right on Lake Superior. I'll get to do a lot with the clothing line and such. I'm going to do that."

Steven's heart broke a little more. Thoughts of her with a permanent job in a town so far away, she may never come back. "Well that's great then."

"I can't come back here, Hy- Steven. There's nobody and nothing left here for me any more."

His voice grew thick with frustration and anger. "What the hell do you mean? Are we nothing?"

"You and me? Yeah Hy-Steven we are nothing. You made sure of that. But I meant I have no parents, no job here, no home here, no friends anymore. Nothing." She was getting angry now having to explain this to the person who screwed up her life plan. "I've gotta go."

"No Jackie wait." He catches her from her escape with a hand around her waist, her skin burned at his fingertips. He longed to touch her in the ways they have long lost but would never forget.

"Steven, let me go."

*END FLASHBACK*

February 23, 1990

Hyde's House

2:30 am

Hyde sat in his empty kitchen thinking by the light of the flickering butt of his cigarette. He had technically quit years ago but he needed something to drown out the scent of cheap perfume on his skin. It was sort of working.

Lana, a busty blond bartender, Hyde had been seeing was in the next room watching television and he had no intentions on joining her. She called herself his girlfriend but he appreciated no time with her except her ease at getting into bed.

The phone begins to ring off the hook and he gets up with a groan, who could possibly be calling at this hour. "Whoever is calling better have a good reason." He answers the line.

"Um sorry."

"Jackie?"

"Yeah sorry Steven I can talk to you at the store tomorrow."

"No, no it's okay. Why are you calling so late? Is everything okay?"

"I just wanted to talk, to you."

"Well it's kind of hard to talk right now, Doll. My girl is in the next room."

"Oh, I should let you go."

"No wait Jackie, it's okay. What do you want to talk about?"

"I had a dream and I guess I just needed to talk to someone and well Steven you're my only good friend here anymore."

"Hey you can call me anytime, what was the dream about?"

"This is embarrassing but I actually dreamt about you."

Hyde looks around the corner into the next room to check to see if Lana is listening but she's too self involved to care what he's doing. "Hey I've dreamt of you too."

"Really?" He couldn't deny the joy in her voice.

"Always, you haunt me Doll." He jokes.

"Well I dreamt…

Steven doesn't realize what he does to her sometimes. He tried to move aside to make room for her on the couch when she fast approached, but she held him, quickly deciding to crawl into his lap instead. Before Steven could move to resist Jackie attacked his lips already removing his clothes along with her own. Jackie smiles down at him like she always did as she straddled him, her body a perfect fit over his. She had missed him, missed his smile; missed everything about him. And as she sat astride him, she held his face in her hands that same smile still on his lips before she leaned down, her breasts falling against his chest as she kissed him with a tender sweetness. And oh how she missed his kisses.

"Steven baby," she purrs, her voice doing things for him as she spoke in that sultry style he couldn't resist. He pulled her hard over himself as his hands cupped the swell of her ass making her gasp sitting up once more, her hands splaying over his chest.

Jackie gasped, her back arching as Steven slipped inside making us both breathe heavy at the sensation. He filled her to the end as her head tilted back in the sexiest of ways. Steven could remember many times when Jackie would do this as they were having sex; it always turned him on to see her in this manner.
As Jackie started to slowly move over Steven finding a rhythm they both liked, he pulled her closer his hands finding the beautiful curves of her waist. She arched into his touch with a moan, running her hands over his shoulders and then she pulled him to her. Their lips collided in a wild passion, it was like they were trying to consume each other in their love.

Steven ran his fingers through her hair as he kissed her, their tongues attacking each other in a way that reminded him of that first time. He closed his eyes then, his breathing still heavy. Suddenly he pinned her to the couch groaning as he went deeper inside her. He had nearly fallen off the couch in the process, but he didn't care, Steven only wanted his girl beneath him again. He moved at a bruising, longing rate inside her. He kissed her making her gasp, she moaned loudly before biting his bottom lip, making him do the same using one of his hands to stroke her cheek as he kissed her.

"Oh god," Steven groaned as he came painfully close to his release using one of his hands to slip one of her legs around his waist as he came in that moment.
The kiss got more passionate as it continued and slowly Jackie pulled Steven over to cover her on the old basement couch. His hands encircled her waist as her hands quickly moved up his back to curl into his hair. Steven let his hands run over Jackie's bare skin; over her chest that perked up in excitement. Her body arched to meet his. His lips find the nape of her neck licking at her sweet salty skin.

"Steven… yes," she breathed when he was naked on top of her, his warm body heating up her own. And then Steven is deep inside her again, it was perfect; they fit together perfectly.

"I love you" Steven breathed kissing her heatedly as Jackie curled her fingers into his hair once more tugging on it as her pleasure started to build. They continued like this for awhile, until her nails ran down his shoulder blades as she threw her head backwards then gripping his shoulders suddenly as she flipped him onto his back hovering over him as she started to move over him seeking a second release.

"Steven," she purred as he brought his lips to hers then continuing down her neck to her breasts and to her nipples with a pinch of his fingers before attacking them with his tongue.

Suddenly Steven groaned her name into the space between her breasts until it was over and they collapsed onto the couch together. They laid there in a pile of sweaty, heavy breathing, body parts, but when they finally looked at each other they both smile before leaning in close for a kiss. He proceeded to lay kisses on every inch of her face.

Together they moved to the bedroom in the back of the basement where they laid atop the covers on the old cot, her head was on his chest, everything was silent. Soon Steven heard the light snoring and looking down at his girl, he found her asleep.

"I love you Jacqueline Burkhart," he whispered kissing the top of her sleeping head before he too fell asleep not waking up until she started to stir next to him. When he opened his eyes he was happy to find her there nestled into his side.

… I don't know, Steven. Maybe I should let you go. My god, I'm so embarrassed." She finished recalling the intimate details of her dream to him.

"You had a sex dream about us?"

"Steven."

"Hey, it's just nice to know I'm not the only one. I'm sorry if Lana coming around hurts you in any way. If it makes you feel any better I wish she was you sometimes."

"Does she know you're talking to me?"

"No, we don't talk much." "Would it start a fight?"

"Definitely, but I don't think she has a clue. About anything really."

"Steven?"

"Listen Jackie. I'm not a perfect person and there's a lot of things in my life I wish I didn't do. Losing you tops that list. I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to have this friendship between us. I'm the angry one and your the loud one. I'm the burnout, the orphan, and you're the princess. I run from the things I care about, and you smother them but…"

"I know, Steven. I get it. We don't belong together and we need to move on, be happy for each other."

"We don't make any sense." He continues after she cut him off. "But maybe we never really moved on and maybe we aren't supposed too."

"Thank you for answering the phone Steven. I know I can be a little crazy, strung out in such, so thank you."

"I'll see you tomorrow, and tell Coda I said to not let those bed bugs bite."

"Alright, night Steven."

"Night, Doll."

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