Chapter 11: Close Your Eyes.
Disclaimer: Damn it all I don't own them! If I did I'd give every reviewer a naked character of their choice. Jackie, Hyde, Kelso, anyone you want. Bob if you're so inclined!
I am extremely sorry about how long this has taken and I hope I haven't lost any readers because of it. I had some serious bouts of writer's block. At first I could write, except I didn't have a first scene in mind and if I can't start a chapter I'm terrible. Then around two thousands words I was stuck again. Then as a final trial I completely lost my ability to write sex scenes! But it's all better now.
Just in case it's not clear. Hyde added all the underlines after they broke up.
chapter then I'm stuck. Then a couple of thousand words in I got stuck again. Then I suddenly lost my ability to write sex scenes, completely! It all just went away and no amount of great sex or mills and boon or reading smut or drooling at Danny Masterson would fix it.
Once I again I request Buffy fans go to the profile of dsmith141.
So here we go, let's have some drama!
Kitty Forman jumped as that loud Burkhart girl stormed into her kitchen, followed by a furious Steven Hyde. She was yelling something about not believing the way he was acting and he was yelling back at her, his shades hung on the neck of his t-shirt. Clearly they were in the middle of a blazing row. She wondered if the two of them were finally back together, that would be good, she'd always liked that girl. Jackie was much better for her Steven than that Vegas girl. Kitty would be willing to bet that she didn't paint her toenails in the kitchen. Not that she baked there either, but based on her failed pies and peanut butter cookies that was a good thing.
"I am trying to help you here, Jackie!" She'd just been about to go into the living room when Steven yelled that. Kitty had no idea how she responded. Mostly it seemed to be loud, high-pitched, incoherent nonsense. After a few seconds she turned and strutted into the living room. Half a second later Steven growled and stomped after her.
Red groaned and looked up from his newspaper. His favourite flashlight-holder was stood next to the bar glaring daggers at Steven who stood behind the chair "I don't believe this. You get a job in a strip club and I get screamed at." Red looked between the two of them, confused beyond belief. It was like those day time soap operas only with better clothes and there seemed to be a good chance for real tears. He didn't like it when the loud one cried, he was not going to deal with the hugging. This was Steven's fault so he could deal with it. Damn kids.
"First off, I am working behind the bar, not dancing! And second, the dancers are not naked, or stripping. They wear bikinis!" She shrieked the last word and Red was sure he felt his ear drum tear at the sound.
"You're not working there." Hyde said simply, as though that was an end to the discussion. If it could be called that, screaming match seemed the more appropriate term. Red rolled his eyes, twenty years of marriage had taught him that a sentence like that would never end an argument, unless said by the woman. Sure enough, after a disbelieving sound the loud girl began yelling in a pitch that caused dogs (and Kelso) to howl. "Stop that racket! I don't know what you're saying you lunatic!" Hyde shouted over her noise. Two seconds later he ducked to avoid an expensive shoe that struck the wall behind his head. "You threw a shoe at me?" He asked in disbelief, a small smile forming at how that was kind of cute. Jackie seemed to get more upset at his expression and took off her other shoe.
"No more!" Red said standing up. "I came in here, my own living room, to read my morning paper and within two minutes there are screaming kids and shoes being thrown. Now I don't know what you're arguing about…" At this moment they both interrupted loudly explained why the other was being stupid. "And more importantly I don't care what you're arguing about. Now, I'm going to go have a beer in the kitchen and when that is finished I'll come back. And when I do you two had better be somewhere else where I can't hear you." He paused at the swinging door. "And if there are any holes in my walls you two will pay like commies!"
The livid pair stood staring at each other for several seconds. "Why are you mad at me?" Jackie asked, breathing heavily. She was tired of fighting with him. She'd gone down to the basement after sleeping in Laurie's room and happily told him about her new job and that had started this stupid fight. She'd even made it abundantly clear that she'd be behind the bar and no way was she ever dancing on that stage but he totally freaked out. Yes, she'd probably over reacted too but he was being ridicules! She wasn't his girlfriend anymore and he was being an arrogant asshole. "I honestly don't know what I've done wrong here Steven, so will you please tell me." Hyde made sure her grip on her remaining shoes had loosened before he spoke.
"I don't want you working in a place like that. Do you even know what kind of guys go to those places?" He tried to stay calm but she was being difficult and he was clearly in the right. Her vanity irritated him but it was true that she got looked at more than the average woman and he didn't want her exposed to the attentions of God only knew how many drunken, horny men. Probably older, more perverted, American versions of Fez. Thinking of that only got him more angry. She would have the beer and there was no strong man to enforce the 'no-touch' rule for her. She may not be stripping but what she would be doing in some drunken pervert's mind didn't bear thinking about.
"Yeah. You, Michael, Eric, Fez. I'm not seeing a problem." She was still pissed off with him, maybe more so since he wasn't explaining anything. She was a big girl, ready to take care of her own life. Why couldn't he be proud of her for that? She'd grown up having everything handed to her and then had it all taken away. And for the next three year she expected a man, him, to do everything for her and let her keep living the life of the spoilt little Point Place princess. Now she'd finally given up on that and was taking care of herself for the first time ever. He'd complained more than anyone about her spoilt brat attitude and now he was behaving like a petulant child. "It's not like I don't know anyone there. Laurie, Michael, Martin, all three of them are on every shift I work."
"Well I'm sorry but I don't trust your safety to a moron, an ex-whore," He used quotations, not believing in Laurie's new attitude. "and a guy voluntarily with crazy Caroline!" He yelled, frustrated. "Not all perverts are harmless like Fez. And not all the guys who go to those clubs are there to watch." He sighed. "It's good that you have a job but not there, it's not safe."
"God, Steven! I could get hit by a car right outside of this house!" She took a few deep breathes before speaking again more quietly, not looking at him. "And it's nothing to do with you."
There were a few tense seconds of silence. When Jackie looked up she saw Steven's usually blue eyes had turned to steel grey. His anger still flashed in them, now with the shine of hurt. "You want me to act like I don't care?"
"It's what you did when we were together." She spat with a raised eyebrow. He stood staring at her, mouth hanging open slightly. Jackie found herself wishing he would put his sunglasses back on. Either that or yell at her, just something. Something to unfurl the familiar knot of her insides tearing themselves apart. God it burnt, it felt like her insides were melting into acid, ready to scorch through bone and sinew and soft flesh. His cold eyes ignited her heart, rendering her unable to breath. Time seemed to have frozen and part of felt desperately compelled to scream but she couldn't move. Not even tears came to sting her eyes.
"Whatever, Jackie." He said finally, without emotion. He walked past her towards the basement without even glancing at her. She stood still for a couple of minutes then put her shoes back on and left the house.
Steven slammed the door to his room. The basement was empty again. It seemed to be empty a lot now. He lit up a joint and grabbed a few beers from his stash in the shower before settling on his cot to stew. After a couple of beers he calmed down slightly, still convinced he was in the right. He pulled out her diary, thanks to Kelso's interruption she'd forgotten about the top draw and everything in it.
For some reason their stupid argument had reminded him of when he'd told her not to hang out with Kelso. It was stupid and had led to crying and fighting and way too much beer and weed. His insecurities would be the death of him, and her.
He'd known she hadn't cheated, but he had ignored the logical part of his mind and focused on the fact she'd broken her promise. She didn't mean to, he knew that now but it still made him mad. She'd told him that she understood him, granted it had been years ago on the hood of Daddy's Lincoln but he'd started to believe it. He was very reluctant to admit it but she was right, everyone he loved had abandoned him so part of him was convinced she would leave him too. That's what had upset him, that she'd said she understood but if that was true she clearly hadn't cared.
He opened the little book to the entry after she agreed not to be alone with Kelso. It was covered in pen marks, underlined words. And the corner of the page was ready to fall off from being turned down for so long.
It' s the nurses convention at the hotel. My poor Puddin' Pop's been working so hard and having to put up with those slutty nurses hitting on him. Michael told me he turned down some red-haired tramp and Donna thinks you can't change a man! He even got jealous of me and Michael and told me not to hang out with him anymore. Of course he said it's because he doesn't trust us, but I know it's only Michael he doesn't trust.
It's so romantic! I'm Steven's and he doesn't want anyone else touching me. I've told Donna a million times how great it is when guys act like they own you. She doesn't get it, it's not because they're cavemen or whatever she thinks it's just proof that they care. And now I know that Steven want's me all to himself.I love him so much!
So of course I told him I wouldn't be alone with Michael anymore. I still think it's sweet how he reacted but I told him I thought he was. over-reacting and he is. That's when he brought up the whole 'get off my boyfriend' thing. I feel so bad about that but even worse that he won't let it drop! I know he's not as bothered as he acts by it, he'd forget about it if I just… you know. Went down on him.
He could almost see her cringe writing it.
I'm actually starting to think about it. I mean with Michael I NEVER would; I mean God only knows where he'd been, I made him wear a condom too. But with Steven I don't, I know that I can trust him. So maybe it wouldn't be too bad, everything else we've done has been so great, a million times better than with Michael, Steven cares about me and whether I enjoy it. With him I'd probably even enjoy it, making him happy.
He won't say it but he loves me. That's means he's mine and I'm his and we're gonna get married and grow old together and live happily ever after. I need to go tell Donna how great my Steven is and how much he loves his 'Snootie Little Cutie'!
Jackie Burkhart (Hyde)
His obsession with reading her nonsense was getting to a stupid level. He'd even sat there underlining things he wanted to remember, when did he turn into such a big girl?
He lay back on the bed as he finished the joint, he was too depressed to get properly high. His stuff just made him tired now. Hyde let his eyes drop shut. He could smell her, partially dreaming, but he could. So he let himself drift off to see her.
But it wasn't her, not the way she was in life. More like how she sometimes was in one of Kelso or Fez's most unlikely fantasies. She was in some dingy, dirty bar filled with drunken filthy men. She still looked beautiful but her make-up, usually so carefully applied, was caked on. Dark smoky eyes, they were normal. He loved her eyes when they were dark like that and the colours absolutely glowed. But the rest of her face was wrong. Her lips were a bright matt red, much too garish for her face. Her face was painted a ridiculous orange colour and her cheeks were clownishly red.
Her hair was styled too big for her head, and just looking at it he could see that it was like rock from hairspray and good only knows what other crazy products.
Her nails were fake and stupidly long, the same cheap red colour of her lips. There was too much flesh on show. He did, for a moment, notice how crazy it was that he, of all people, was annoyed by Jackie showing too much skin. He had spent a sizable amount of the past few years undressing her. But he'd never seen her look so… slutty. The hot pink dress absolutely clung to every inch of her, so tight it might as well have been painted on. Strapless, it hung low, giving an ample few of her cleavage and so short it barley covered her ass. Her gorgeous thin legs were clad in fishnets and on her feet were too-high tacky pink heels.
"Jackie, what the hell?" He asked confused, having to yell as he pushed through the thick sweaty crowd.
"It's my new job Steven!" She giggled happily. He shook his head, there were too many men. All looking at her, they kept touching her, why hadn't she kicked any of them? They were dirty and sweaty and they shouldn't be that close to her. He shoved his way towards her but he couldn't quite reach her. "Oh, I'm up now!" She slipped away just as he was about to pull her to him and slipped through the crowd. She was moving too fast and the crowd was getting thicker, it was harder to keep her in view.
He caught sight of her again stepping up onto a platform. He fought wildly through the crowd, ready to punch anyone to get to her and take her away. He started calling her name but she acted as though she couldn't hear him. Stepping up to a pole, the dress was gone now, she wore nothing but a gold g-string made of beads. He began screaming at her, thrashing furiously but unable to move towards her at all. Still she couldn't hear him and began dancing. The room was filled with smoke and the stink of stale beer.
She was mesmerizing in her moments, as always. Her body moved like water, the sway of her hips would be driving him crazy if he wasn't desperately trying to get her away from the grimy, disgusting place. He was pushed to the floor, chocking on the repulsive smells. He saw the crowd surge up towards her and everything went black.
Steven jolted awake in bed, realising where he was, he waited for his breathing to steady. That girl was driving him insane, since when did he have dreams that involved topless dancing girls that didn't leave him with a hard on. He tried to calm back down before deciding it was useless. He checked the clock, half eight. He'd been asleep half the day and the bar would be open by now. He grabbed his sunglasses and stormed out of his room. All this over a girl who wanted nothing but sex from him.
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Donna sat crossed legged on her bed, salty tears stinging her eyes. She was not crying, would not cry over a guy. She held it together when Eric broke up with her in a letter and she refused to act like that little girl brought to tears by a Kelso. She hit a pillow and began pacing her room her hands clenching constantly. Why was it always the good looking ones?
Strangely it was only the good-looking ones that caused her to behave stupidly. Kasey had walked all over her and if she tried to call him on it she'd turn into a gigging bimbo as soon as he mentioned the trans am. She behaved the same way around Randy, fluttering her eye lashes and playing with her hair. It was pathetic really looking back on it. Although he had been more of a gentleman than Kasey, when did it become impressive for a guy to woo a woman? Isn't that how it's suppose to work? Her nose burned as she sniffed again, her vision was blurred into fuzzy shapes and colours and breathing was getting more difficult.
She furiously wiped away a few stray tears, a few seconds later they were replaced by even more. Giving in, Donna flopped down on her bed and curled onto her side, sobs racking her body. Once she could breathe normally again her nose was sore from being blown too much by the many tissues that lay all over her bed. Her eyes were bright red and puffy, they hurt whether they were open or closed and she could feel dried tears all down her face. She rolled over, away from the wet patch on her pillow. Her first instinct was again to run to Eric but after what happened two days ago she felt like he wouldn't want to handle her tears.
At first when he'd bolted she'd thought it was just because she was with someone else but after a while she convinced herself that she was being stupid. Of course he didn't want to get back with her. He'd broken up with her and not even told her that he was coming back. By the next morning she was convinced that she'd tried to kiss him and he'd not been interested at all.
That's why she went and told Randy, she'd expected him to not want her hanging out alone with Eric but the way he yelled at her. She'd been shocked and right outside of The Hub, at least there'd been no-one there, well no-one she knew well. A couple of girls Jackie used to hang out with so if everyone didn't know now, they would soon. He didn't blame the whole thing on Eric, thank God, but he refused to believe it was all her fault. He called her some horrible names, thinking back on it made her so angry. Not with him but with herself, rather than say "Screw you, nothing else happened!" She stood there sobbing and begging him to forgive her of one tiny moment of weakness. He stormed off after that, said he was leaving town, gone for good.
Swallowing before fresh tears over took her Donna reached for her phone and called Jackie's number. As it rang she hoped that Jackie had stopped being a total brat about the whole Sam thing. After a minute of so, when she was about to hang up, someone finally answered. "Hello?"
"Fez, put Jackie on the phone." She snapped with a sniffle.
"Well it's nice to speak to you too Donna!" Fez snapped back. She huffed in annoyance. "Jackie is at work with Laurie." He said sulkily. "I will tell her you called if she comes here."
"Wait, Jackie's working in a strip club!" She laughed feebly, she was still tired from crying but that was funny.
"Yes, and don't bother, she already had a huge fight with Hyde about it before she left."
"Why would he care?" She asked confused, she thought if anyone would get a laugh from this it's be Hyde. Yeah, it was probably not a good thing for her to be working there, even behind the bar but how was that her problem. At the end of the day it'd be a great burn to see how it ended. "It's a wicked burn."
"Well he doesn't want her working someone like that. I think he might have a point, Laurie can handle herself but Jackie's much less jaded." Fez stated sounding concerned.
"Again why does he care, it's still funny." She sounded a little suspicious now. Fez started to panic. He remembered Jackie insisting that it was very important not to tell Donna anything.
"N-N-no reason he just.. Um." He muttered some kind of nonsense in his own language. "Oh what was that? Sorry Donna, I think I hear Joe calling me. Well hello Joe." There was the sound of a phone wire being looped around before the line went dead.
"Weird." She muttered lying back down with a frown. Why the hell wasn't Jackie around when she needed her? Donna had been dragged to the bathroom God only knows how many times by that midget and now she was stuck here alone. Donna wished Sam was still around.
"Hey Donna about the other day…" Eric trailed off when his ex sat up on the bed, her face bright red from crying. "Oh God, Donna what's wrong?" He asked sitting uncertainly on the edge of the bed and placing a hand on her shoulder. She threw her arms around his neck burying her face in his finally filled-out shoulders. Eric put his arms around her gently, shifting so they sat in the centre of the bed, not half way off the edge. "Hey…Hey Donna, come on, it's gonna be ok." He soothed her timidly, not really sure what was wrong. They sat together for a long time, her curled up sobbing, with him stroking her hair.
After she'd shed every tear she held for Randy Donna began to notice just how good Eric really did look after just few short months. He'd never be muscular but he did seem stronger. His muscles were lean, he was no longer skinny as a string bean. His previously non-existent shoulders seemed broader and his chest felt firmer against her. Her thigh was pushed against his legs, they felt thicker too, before he left they could've been snapped over someone's knee. He smelt so good, but that couldn't have changed, it was just forgotten.
She kissed his jaw, lightly laying tiny pecks along the bone. She raised her face to his, her eyes focused on his lips, the curve of which never looked so tempting. She lingered with her lips just half an inch from his. She pressed her lips softly against his, he hesitantly responded. She kissed him harder pushing him backwards and sliding on top of him. She slipped her hand into his boxers, making him realise what was happening and how familiar it was. "Donna, wait." He said moving her off him. "I don't want a repeat of your Mom leaving." He said.
"Eric that's not what this is!" She insisted. "I missed you. I just wanna be with someone I can trust."
"That's just because you're hurting." Eric closed his eyes wishing for the strength to do this. "I really wanna get back together but not because some one else hurt you. This isn't the same as when Kasey left you ok. We've been apart for longer than ever before so maybe we should start slowly." She looked hurt. "Please Donna. I want things to go right."
"I guess maybe, We could start with a date?" She agreed reluctantly. "How about we go for dinner at the new outdoor place. Starry Nights or something like that."
"That sounds good." He said with a grateful smile. "Tomorrow night?"
"I'm working, next Friday?" She suggested.
"Yea great." He said awkwardly. "Are you gonna be ok?"
"Yeah." She said wiping away the last bits of dampness. "Thanks." They hugged again. Eric buried his face in her hair, she was so soft and tempting. This had to work, this time, it had to.
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Hyde walked into the bar, there was a lot of smoke but it wasn't as repulsive as in his mind. He spotted her within seconds and breathed a sigh of relief, she was perfect. Her hair was set in perfect waves tumbling over her tanned shoulders. She wore a baby pink, loose dress that covered her to a respectable amount. It ended just above her knees and her nails were perfectly coloured to match. She was wearing a pair of bunny ears and as she turned round to reach the vodka he saw the was also wearing a fluffy tail. That was so God damn cute!
As he made his way over to the bar he glanced up towards the stage. It didn't look so bad. Laurie was centre stage in a purple bikini and even she didn't look as slutty as she had in the past. She and the other dancers were all wearing bunny ears as well, a few seemed to have been stolen by drunken customers who were all singing loudly.
He took a stole by the bar. She scowled slightly at him but basically ignored him as she served other customers. Once the crowd thinned she strutted up to him. "Can I get you a drink?" She asked in a clipped voice.
"How about I say sorry for over reacting and we stop fighting?" Her pissed expression didn't change. "Look baby I know I can't stop you working here…"
"Yeah, you can't and I'm not your baby." So she was more upset than he'd thought.
"I'm never gonna like you working here but I'll try to handle it, is it ok if I just stay here for a while. Just a couple of hours, I'll be good I swear." He grinned at her and she sighed.
"I don't care whether you like or handle it Steven! If you wanna stay here you have to get a drink. One wrong word and I swear I'll break your shin!." She bitched, still pissed to the point he knew his legs were in danger.
A couple of beers later she seemed a lot less angry with him. He'd been on his best behaviour, at least when she was looking which is sort the same. There was the odd guy he'd glared at when she was looking away, they either changed direction or ordered their drink and got the hell away until he was the only one sat at the bar. "You want another beer?" She asked him with a small smile.
"You speaking to me now?" He asked with a smug smirk.
"Maybe if you stop being an ass." She told him with a raised eyebrow. He nodded and she pulled him another pint. "This place is doing pretty well, been open a whole five hours under Michael's leadership and there hasn't been anything close to a fire."
"Don't jinx it." He warned laughing. "Still it could be worse. Surprised that Fez isn't here yet. Get a good look at all the bunnies." He tugged one of her ears. He slapped his hand away and straightened them haughtily.
"He's organising a surprise romantic evening for Laurie." She smiled sadly. "There both really glad she's back, it's so sweet."
"So you're in for a fun night of listening to them doing it." He smirked poking his tongue out.
"You're a pig." She said rolling her eyes. "Anyway I'm staying in her old room again. Mrs. Forman's just so glad Laurie's back with Fez she's about ready to invite me to move in." She laughed.
"Not such a crazy idea." He said quietly. She bit her lip and was about to respond when a pack of drunk lads burst through the boor. The two at the front were hanging off one another, drunkenly singing "We are the champions!" at the top of their lungs. The older looking one was wearing a rather tattered top hat. "Stags" Hyde muttered grumpily.
The man who'd been holding up the groom dropped into a stool at the bar. "Hey darlin'" He drawled in a heavy southern accent. Jackie gave him a winning smile and went to take his order. Hyde glared at the guy, his friends were crowded round a red-haired dancer, why was he at the bar? He knew he could be, was, over reacting due to jealousy but he really didn't like the guy. All dimples and green eyes with slicked back hair and with that accent, he may as well have stepped out of an underwear advert. He caught Hyde's glower and was stupid enough to grin crookedly at him. Hyde wanted to rip the guy's head off, as soon as Jackie put his drink down he actually took her hand. "So Sweet Cheeks, how come we don't get a cutie like you on stage." She giggled and blushed. Hyde felt his skin prickle with anger.
"Well then who'd get the beer? And my name's Jackie." She said flirtatiously.
He leaned forward, working those dimples for all they were worth. "Jackson Ford. And for the record Cupcake there ain't a single guy in his right mind wouldn't give up beer for a taste of you. Trust me Sugar, I love those southern belles but they got nothing on you." He gazed at her appraisingly. She giggled again as he kissed her knuckles. Hyde seriously considered beating the sleaze to a pulp when Kelso walked out of the back room.
"Hey Kelso, send Jackie on her break." Kelso looked at him confused and mouthed 'Why?'. "Just do it man." He hissed back. He continued scowling at the guy as Kelso went to send her on break. He couldn't hear what she said but he flinched when Kelso gestured to him. Her eye's flashed with anger, almost turning black. She stormed past him.
"The cellar; now!" She hissed. He hopped over the bar and followed her into the large room.
"Jesus Jacks it's freezing in here." He said. She kicked him in the shin, hard. "Damn! What in hell did you do that for?"
"What the hell do you think you're doing!" She yelled.
He clutched his shin angrily. "I already told you to be careful about the guys who come here!"
"Oh my God! Not this again, we were just talking!" She blushed a little. He scoffed.
"Come on you were falling for his act hook line and sinker."
"You're jealous." She said after a pause. "Is that what this is really about?" He stayed quiet for a while.
"Um…No?" He said guiltily. She sighed heavily and sat down on a crate.
"You have got to get over this Steven. Even if you're just being protective it has to stop." She took a deep breath and looked down at her hands. "I'm going to start dating again." She asked carefully, he bit his tongue to stop himself starting a fight. He sat down next to her and she looked at him nervously.
"If that's what you want." He said, as controlled as possible. "Do we keep doing what we've been doing?"
"I guess, unless things get serious." She shrugged, Hyde felt a surge of relief. She didn't want to stop anymore than he did. She had to be feeling more than lust, Mr. Lover out there could take care of that. "You don't get a say in anything I do." She said sharply. He held up his hands.
"Wouldn't dream of it. But I don't like that hillbilly." She rolled her eyes and got up to go back to the bar. "So… Coming over tonight?" He grabbed her ass as she left, she giggled.
"See you around one?" He winked, gave the jackass one last look of pure evil and went back home a great old memory rising.
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1978
Steven paused just outside the door to Laurie's room. He never thought he want to sleep with a woman in that bed but tonight it was his girl in that bed and there was no way he was gonna be able to sleep in his own room.
He knew she was probably still mad at him for letting people know her Mother hadn't bothered to come home but it was the only way to make sure she didn't sleep in that empty house tonight. There was a good chance that he wouldn't be enjoying her 'dirty urges' tonight but he wasn't sleeping until he knew she was ok.
He cracked open the door. "Jackie?" He whispered quickly, expecting her to scream if she didn't realise it was him. He noticed her body relax once she recognised his voice but she kept facing the window pretending to be asleep. He knew she wasn't really sleeping, she was a strange sleeper and always slept with one leg hanging off the side. He slipped in quietly. "Baby, I know you're not asleep." She stayed still. He sighed and slipped under the duvet curling up behind her, he tried to put an arm round her but he pushed it away. "Jackie…"
"I'm mad at you." She snapped quietly. "You had no right to tell other people about my Mother not caring enough to come home. I don't want anyone's help and I don't need it either." She shuffled a little further way from him.
"It's not like I told a load of strangers." He said softly. She scoffed.
"I wouldn't care if you did but you had to tell people I see all the time." She sniffed and brushed the back of her hand across her face. "God I'm so humiliated." He grabbed one of her hands, she tried to pull away but he stubbornly held on.
"Look I'm sorry it happened this way but you couldn't keep staying there alone." He whispered quickly as he started digging her nails into his hand in an attempt to make him let go. He was just about to let go when she stopped trying to hurt him and rolled onto her back to look up at him sadly.
"What do you think they're gonna do?" He barely heard the words.
"I don't know baby."
She rolled her eyes, biting her lip. "God, if anyone at school heard about this I…"
"They won't." He stroked her cheek locking eyes with her. "No-one else is gonna find out, I promise." He pecked her sweetly and lay down next to her. "The idea of you and your dirty urges staying up here seem like a good one to me though." He said after a few minute, only half joking. She playfully swatted his chest, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him for a searing kiss. He felt her smile against him and pressed her body flush against his. He slid his hands down her back to cup her ass, she giggled and he shushed her, glancing to the door. The continued kissing with a passion for several more minutes until their movements became slow and deliberately seductive.
Hyde gently pushed her shoulders back until she lay flat on her back with him above her. He dragged the duvet up over both their head, she laughed quietly, careful of waking the adults sleeping in the next room.
Hyde swiftly opened the buttons of her flannel pyjamas, wishing that she was wearing one of his shirts like she usually did. He tugged it off her revealing her young smooth breasts and hard nipples. Jackie wound her hands in his curls drawing him in for another sweet lingering kiss. He trailed his open mouth down her throat and lower, licking between the valley of her breasts, breaking contact only when she dragged his vest off. He traced the curve of her waist with his tongue and pulled off her pants with no hesitation.
He sunk his face into her warm heat lapping at her clit hungrily. She moaned dreamily, barely making a sound, her head sinking further into the soft pillow as she gripped it's corners with her fingertips. Hyde caressed her slender thighs and gently sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it, she whimpered and bit the blanket to keep quiet. He felt her muscles tense in his hands as he ran his tongue up her labia. He plunged his tongue deep into her opening causing her to gasp and her body to jerk wildly. Drawing back slightly, he circled her opening with the tip of his tongue before rapidly dipping back inside. He moved in and out faster and faster until her stomach muscles jerked in silent abandonment and she sunk back into the mattress, breathless.
Jackie's hand moved lazily through his hair as he rested his head on her flat stomach, feeling her heart rate return to normal and the blood stop racing. He crawled up her body to hover over her face, he smirked at her until she relented and arched up to kiss him fiercely. He ran his hands along her forearms, pinning her wrists on either side of her head, she drew back and looked at him quizzically. He lowered his head kissing underneath her chin, she tilted her head back to allow him better access. He kissed along the underside of her jaw bone up to her earlobe, she moaned as her nibbled it. Hyde bit the top of her ear and she squealed in surprise. "Hush, Baby. You're gonna get us caught." He teased. He moaned deeply in her ear, his cock was erect and about ready to rip through his cotton boxers. "Do you trust me… Snootie Little Cutie?" She giggled softly.
"Yea, Puddin' Pop. I trust you." She sighed softly. Hyde grinned evilly, it was too dark for her to see but she sensed he had something up his sleeve.
Hyde had been waiting to have her in this situation for a while. "Close your eyes." She did, painfully aware of his manhood pressed into her side, still encased in cotton. He pushed her hands up, wrapping her fingers around the bars of the headboard. Hyde paused for a moment, he'd never imagined the scenario in this room so he was at a loss on how to execute the next step. He leaned across and opened a bedside draw. If there was a God he was on his side, and a lot dirtier than Pastor Dave thought. He pulled out a couple of silken scarves before sliding the draw shut.
Jackie heard the whisper of fabric, she listened intently, resisting the urge to open her eyes. She shifted her body, tightening her grip on the cool metal bars. She felt smooth material slip around her slender wrist and draw it closer to the bar. She wriggled her right hand as her left was similarly secured, it did nothing to loosen her ties, only chafed the skin. She opened her eyes and blinked at her immobilised hands. She was tied to a bed by Mrs. Forman's favourite scarves! "Wow. Just when I thought I couldn't get any wetter." She blushed when she realised Steven had heard her.
Hyde grinned in delight. "You are fantastic." He laughed quietly. He was really starting to adore her. Jackie squirmed up and tried to undo the knots with her teeth, he pulled her body down so she couldn't reach. "Oh come on! Don't be boring!" He moaned in a teasing tone. Her uncertain gazed flickered up to the bonds a final time before meeting his challenging eyes with her own. She wrapped her legs around his waist, knocking him off balance so she was able to kiss him ferociously. He bit her bottom lip as he drew back with a grin, she growled in frustration.
Hyde finally removed his boxers and his erection sprung forth towards her. She raised her hips silently begging him to enter her, he slowly slid into her dripping sex feeling every inch of her cling to his cock. Barely a whisper of bliss slipped from her swollen lips and her head fell back in pleasure. He slowly moved inside her, almost drawing out completely before filling her again.
In seconds she was struggling against her binds again, frantically pressing her body up against his, kissing every inch of his chest she could reach. He laced his fingers in hers, their movements growing in speed. Hyde realised he was close to climax and slid a hand down between their bodies to manipulate her clit. Jackie let out a scream that was only silenced by Hyde quickly placing his other hand over her mouth.
Hyde deliberately slowed his movements trying to draw the experience out longer. Jackie jerked her head to the side, away from his hand panting softly. He rested his forehead against hers, weaving both hands into her hair, tugging it softly. He continued slowly pushing her closer to the edge of paradise, cherishing the feeling of being completely buried within her. She briefly cried out before biting down on her lip to silence the sound. Steven quickly smothered her mouth with his own speeding up again as she almost tore strait through the scarves. A few short moments later he spurted deep inside her, his final thrust driving her over the edge.
He reached up and undid the tight knots, stuffing the scarves back in the draw, he pulled her into his arms. "You alright?" She nodded breathlessly, snuggling into him, one leg hanging off the side.
"That was amazing Steven." She whispered faintly. Hyde knew that being caught here would be difficult to talk his way out of but there was no way his legs were taking him away from her now. "Will you stay here 'till I fall asleep?" She asked yawning, he kissed her crown, nodding. A few seconds later she slipped off to sleep, a few hours later he crept back into the basement.
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Hyde smirked to himself laying back on his bed. It was a quarter to one, she'd be finishing about now, on her way here. He looked to the headboard above him, one of his favourite memories inspired him to tie two strands of ropes there in preparation for her arrival.
His blood burned at the thought of her dating other guys, or maybe even leaving him for someone else. He wanted them together. There was no way he was giving up on them, they disagreed every damn day but they were happy together. He just needed her to remember that. She had to.
There we go, nice bit of yelling and nice bit of smut. Enjoy it while you can because if not in the next chapter then very soon there will be an uproar. Just try to remember all the times he hurt her and please don't hate me. Oh and please review.