Chapter 1; Where is Schotzie?
First off thank you to Periodic Brilliance for pointing out that it's Han not Hans. I really should have know that, being quite the Star Wars fan myself *Sigh* my first movie crush. And a big thank to all my regular reviewers, you guys are amazing!
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Jackie woke up, running her tongue over dry lips. The clock told her it was half six in the morning, boxing day then. She reached for the warm water next to the bed and gulped it down. The throbbing in her head was duller but it still felt too big and heavy for her body. She wandered into the bathroom trying to remember her dream, she thought that might have been what woke her up, she just couldn't remember any of it. Her skin felt too warm but she still quivered slightly. But she hadn't eaten since Christmas lunch and hadn't had much there either so maybe it was just hunger. As she was brushing her teeth a wave of nausea rolled through her stomach, she forced it down and rinsed out her mouth. Going back into her room, she felt too tired to get changed so she just put on some clean underwear and a dressing gown to go down to the kitchen.
It was still dark outside and in the house too. She crept down the stairs silently, trying not to wake anyone. It was scarily quiet in the dark house, the mess from Christmas day casting long shadows in the dark. There was light coming from the kitchen so someone must be up in the house. She crept in silently, of course it was Steven. Now she was thinking strait she wanted to avoid him. Mostly because she still didn't know what she wanted and wasn't ready to answer. She paused midway through the door causing it to creak and alert him to her presence. "Hi." She whispered quietly, smiling slightly.
"Hey Jackie. Are you feeling any better?" He asked softly.
"Yeah, I'm ok." She said going over to the cupboard. "I'm just gonna get some crackers and water." She sat down at the table, nibbling on the dry food. It felt good to have some solid food in her stomach at last. They didn't help her desperate thirst, he drained two glasses of water quickly. "How come you're up so early?" She asked.
"Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches." He answered grinning.
"Which you had to have at half six in the morning?" She asked, lightly teasing.
"I've been eating these for thirty minutes now and yeah." He answered. "Do you want one?" He asked. She nodded accepting his offering smiling gingerly, feeling a little awkward. After foolishly wolfing down a few bites, a fresh wave of nausea hit and bile rose in her throat. She rushed into the bathroom and immediately threw up her small breakfast. She heard a knock on the door. "Jackie." Hyde looked round the door.
"Don't come in." She coughed out in a horse voice. "I look disgusting." He rolled his eyes and slipped in anyway, closing the door quietly. She groaned and looked away before feeling her rib cage lurch again, she doubled over the bowel trying to push her hair back. She felt Steven move to kneel behind her, holding back her tangled hair and stroking her back.
A few seconds later he asked. "Do you feel better?" She nodded gently and he fetched her a glass of water.
"Thank you." She croaked out, taking a few sips. Laying her back against the wall, Jackie turned her forehead, resting it against the cool tiles as Steven came to sit beside her. She looked up at him thoughtfully. "Why are you here?" She asked quietly.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"I don't know why you're here, with me right now." She answered shyly.
"You're ill." He answered shrugging. "Figured you would want someone to look after you."
"I do." She answered quickly. "And I am grateful it's just…" Her sentence trailed off, after a few seconds silence she placed her hand over his. "I'm glad you're here." There was a long silence before she continued. "I haven't been fair to you; have I." It was a statement, clearly not a question. Hyde turned his hand, palm up to hold hers gently.
"I've got a lot to make up for." He answered slowly. She nodded in agreement. They sat quietly both looking at their clasped hands as Hyde grazed his thumb over the back of her hand. She leaned her head against his shoulder, her eyelids felt heavy.
"I don't wanna get hurt again." She sighed. "And I really don't wanna hurt you either." Hyde lay his head on hers. He hated this, never knowing what to say and usually unwilling to say it. Not now, if he knew what would help him now, he'd say it. Whatever it was. He'd said everything he could think to before and none of it had help, just scared her away. She didn't seem to be expecting anything from him, somehow that made it harder for him to stay quiet.
"I don't want that either." He said feeling like an idiot before he'd finished speaking. She stayed quiet, impossible to tell if he'd said anything close to the right thing.
"Do you really think we could work?" She asked. Her tone made it obvious that she didn't.
"Yes." He responded immediately. It wasn't a lie, he did. He was different now, it wouldn't take losing her again to make him show her how he felt. And besides that, it had to. "Seriously Jackie." He said desperately, unable to keep his voice steady. "I'll do anything you want, really. Just tell me what you want me to be and I will; one more chance."
He heard Jackie laugh ruefully. "You know, less then a year ago I would've given anything for you to be willing to change for me." She sighed. "Not anymore." She said quietly before looking back up at him. "Start again?" He nodded.
"Yeah. Try the whole dating thing." He felt stupid again, sure that now he'd be terrible at the dating thing. He'd never been suited to it.
Then again his dates with Jackie had never been bad. Even taking her to prom hadn't been terrible, it had actually been mostly fun. Strangely, he'd gotten bored as soon as he left with Pam Macy, turned out she talked too much as well. He smiled to himself as he remembered thinking that he'd rather have Jackie in the back of a Lincoln. Eventually Hyde had even stopped minding all her talking, there was still too much of it but some of the things she said were completely mad and just so damn adorable.
She didn't respond for a long while, first getting up and brushing her teeth. She sat on the edge of the bathtub. "I don't want you to change. It was my fault too." Hyde didn't speak, his throat blocked by the breath he was holding. The back of his eyes stung, a pricking sensation. Tears. He swallowed thickly, he couldn't remember the last time he cried, if he ever had. No way was he going to cry now. "I don't… trust you." She said, voice strained with tears. "I'm sorry but I don't and I want to…I really do." She sobbed quietly.
"Give it time, please." He pleaded. She was facing the floor, he fought to keep his eyes on her. "I love you."
"Can we start really slow?"
"Yes."
"And will you talk when I need you to?"
"Yes." She paused, nibbling on her bottom lip. So beautiful.
"There's one more thing. I don't think I can tell anyone that we're trying again, not at first. It's too much pressure so just for a little while…"
"Hide it again." He supplied. Hyde didn't like that, he'd missed being able to touch her whenever he liked. But it did make sense, the gangs reaction when they first found out had been very strong as well as very negative. He loved his friends, the guys were so cool, but their influence somehow made him behave differently. That was wrong, and not fair to either of them. "Okay." He answered. "I don't want sneaking around but we can keep it quiet… At first."
"Thank you." She answered, kneeling down in front of him. He grinned taking her hand again. He pulled her closer and she leaned her head against his chest sleepily. He stroked her hair tangling his fingers in the silky strands. He was half in shock, he had another chance. And it happened on the floor of the Forman's bathroom while they were both in pyjamas. There was something anti-climatic and surreal about it, like it couldn't be real.
"We're starting again." He said, it felt good to her it out loud.
"Yeah." She answered softly, lifting her head and hesitantly smiling at him. He softly pressed his lips to hers, gently drawing her bottom lip into his mouth. His tongue tingling when it tasted the sharp mint taste that lingered in her mouth, mixed with the sweet taste that was all Jackie. A taste he could never describe but it was the juiciest, sweetest, most intense sensation he had ever felt. Only the feeling of her wet heat wrapped around him could beat it. He could feel her responding gently, moving her soft lips over his. The gentle friction feeling so good, so soft, just a light grazing.
They drew back and she yawned happily, she looked like a kitten there, her head resting against his chest. Adorable. "Come on." He said, helping her up off the floor. "You should go back to sleep. Fluids and rest, or whatever it is Mrs. Forman says." They laughed, for some reason Kitty would sing what fixed flues and colds at them. It wasn't what any of them ever needed to feel better, but it stuck. His smile stayed in place as they went into her room, it broadened into a full fledged grin when she removed her dressing gown. It really wasn't fair that she looked so much better in that shirt than he ever had. She slipped into the bed, kicking about the blankets till she was comfortable. "Night sweetheart." He whispered kissing her forehead.
"Steven?" She called out as he headed towards the door. "Will you stay here for a while? Please?" He joined her on the bed, laying on top of the covers he wrapped an arm round her waist. "Thank you."
"You know, Forman's gonna figure this out and soon. Damn annoying, but he will." He pointed out.
"Yeah." She admitted. "Laurie too, who'll tell Fez."
He nodded in agreement. "Who will tell everyone and their dead cat."
"No, he'll keep it quiet." She said with certainty.
"You found a way to shut him up?" He asked in surprise, that would be one hell of a miracle.
"No but Laurie has." She answered and he chuckled slightly. "We should probably just tell those three."
"Yeah. Then kill them if they speak." He agreed. She laughed.
"Yeah." They lay spooning in silence for a few more minutes.
"There's one other thing." He said after a while. She shifted slightly, listening. "I bought a house." He said hurriedly. "Bob's house actually." She turned round to fully face him.
"Why?" She asked him.
"Can't stay living in a basement forever. I'm moving in once the New Year's hangover wears off." He said, trying to figure out what her reaction had been. Why was she so hard to read now? "I thought you might want to… live there too?" God he sounded stupid.
"That's not moving slowly." She said cautiously. "How would it work?" She asked, she seemed to be contemplating the idea at least. He had meant it when he said they should start over and go slow but he was planning for their future too. It was fine to have fun dating but it was when they got serious that problems hit. If he could show her that he could be in a real adult relationship, even as housemates, it would save doubt in the future.
"Well." He said shifting backwards so he could see her clearly. "I meant it about taking it slow so at first I guess we'd be sleeping in separate rooms. I know it sounds crazy but having a relationship under the Forman's nose is not gonna be easy." She nodded thoughtfully.
"We could try it." She said. "If it gets hard I'm moving back in here and we'll figure out something else. And I get Donna's room, it's the en suite." She added with a small smirk. He nodded in mock surrender holding his hands up. She shifted back over so they were spooning again. She couldn't settle down while facing someone. He left his arm loose around her waist.
"Steven?" He laughed softly, rolling his eyes.
"Yes Jackie?" He sing-songed, she noticed his teasing tone and elbowed him gently.
"How come you're lying on top of the blanket?"
"Jackie, if you're not tired then get out of bed." He told her, she was talking too much to be tired.
"Tell me then I'll go to sleep." She said stubbornly.
"Is that a threat?" He teased smirking.
"No that's a compromise. But, if you don't I'll follow you around all day in my skimpiest little dress talking about unicorns!" The tone was totally serious, she'd do it in a second.
"How about I tell you and you follow me around in a skimpy dress but do it quiet?" She giggled.
"My favourite stuffed unicorn used to be Mr. Fluffycakes but after I found out…"
"Okay okay!" He interrupted her laughing. She laughed too, wriggling about in delight at winning. "If I get under these covers and lie next to you, in that shirt, I won't be keeping my hands to myself." He said honestly. "Which would be bad." He finished.
"Because I'm sick." She agreed.
"And we're taking it slow." He smiled happily, laying his head down. Lying next to her now, it felt real. She cocked her head before turning back around. "Go to sleep!" He insisted, laughing.
"I didn't mean stop that." She explained. He pushed her thick hair back from her face.
"I want it to mean something." He told her simply, trailing his fingertips over her parted lips. She smiled at what the words meant before dipping down to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her down to lie next to him. When she drew back he pecked her sweetly a couple of times before she turned round to settle down for sleep. Her breathing softened and her body slumped down into the mattress. He lay next to her in the darkness thinking back to the memory that had made him say those words.
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1978
The second the door closed he was on her, his leg fitting between her legs. This was getting less innocent every day. Stupid Kelso, why was he back? He'd been dying to kiss her since the van had pulled in to the driveway, well not quite. He heard her saying 'Badass' God knows what she was talking about but he loved her saying it. In just a couple of weeks he'd defiantly left a mark on her, and not the one hidden under her shirt collar.
A few seconds later it was obvious she felt the same way. Normally he took off the shades before they moved into a horizontal position. Today she hadn't giving him the chance, their lips had barely met before she pulled him down on top of her. He had to push himself up off her in order to pull her off. They annoyed him, got in the way.
Their kisses were never sweet or gentle. They still took shots at each other, constantly. Even when they were alone they argued and traded insults until one of them shut the other up with a fierce kiss. Her lower neck sported purple hickeys and teeth marks, she'd left deep scratches on his shoulders and arms in retaliation. He wasn't sure when it changed now he kissed her because he wanted to. Even if she wasn't talking and there was something, he would have once considered, better to do. He always wanted to be kissing her.
But this was different, their was still fire there, but it was no heated flame of anger. This burn was different, it slowly scorched through the skin, spreading thickly from their warring tongues. The energy crackled at their fingertips, fizzing between them. He wound his hands in her hair, almost his full body weight was pressed against her. He wanted her, more than ever body, this wasn't a passing whim. Even when she wasn't around she was in his head, worse than that, it didn't bother him.
Eric's voice floated down the stairs. "So Red hasn't put his foot in my ass or done anything yet. Seriously Donna I'm scared of what he's gonna do." Jackie bolted upwards, only just avoiding crashing her forehead against Hyde's.
He let his head fall onto her shoulder. "Gonna kill him." He muttered quietly.
She sat up, pushing her hand against his chest. "Steven, get off, they're coming downstairs." She whispered nervously. He stayed still for a second before leaping up and pulling her into his room. He heard feet on the stairs just as he closed the door. "Steven?!" She hissed. It was the softer version of "Michael!". He covered her mouth with his own and almost felt her eyes roll. He continued anyway, and soon she kissed him back. At first only humouring him but barely a second later grabbing his face, passionately thrusting her tongue into his mouth. A few moments later she stopped. "Steven, we shouldn't do this. They're right outside." She added in response to his bewildered expression. She turned to leave but he stopped her.
"You can't leave while they're out there either." He told her, smirking. He stretched out on his cot looking like the cat who caught the canary. She rolled her eyes at him and pushed him along, laying down next to him. He rolled onto his side, embracing her and pulling her into him to continue kissing. After several lazy moments of pleasure he rolled them over so she was pinned beneath him. His weight was again pressed down on her body, rendering them both breathless and heated.
Hyde pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the floor, the heat getting to him. Her breath was sweet and warm against his mouth as his hands travelled up her shirt. His hands roamed over her bare breasts, as her nipples hardened beneath his touch she moaned lightly against his lips. The fire between them burned hot white, enough to scorch tender flesh. His hand moved down, skimming down the heavy fabric of her skirt, pushing it upwards. There were vibrations beneath his fingertips as he felt the skin of her strong legs. His thigh was pressed between her legs, he could feel her tiny frame squirming beneath him. Pushing against him. He felt the lace of her underwear at his fingers. Lace, who knew?
She ripped her face away and sat up, sorting her clothes out. "Ste-" She covered her mouth and he glanced to the door. The sounds of Gilligan continued, after a few seconds the breathed out. Luckily she hadn't been heard, he pushed himself back on his knees as she continued trying to untangle their limbs.
"Did I… Uh, do something?" He asked awkwardly. She shook her head, he didn't know if she knew what he was talking about. It didn't look like it but then why had she moved out from under him? He kept looking at her in confusion, eventually she turned towards his gaze.
"I think I'm staring to like you." She confessed quietly. Hyde stayed quiet, he wasn't sure what he thought of that. "Look, I know you don't do the whole girlfriend thing so I'm not trying to trap you or anything." He raised his eyebrows, didn't sound like her. "I don't really care… much. But if we ever do more than we are I… For want of a better phrase. I want it to mean something." She almost cringed at the phrase.
He nodded slowly. "Yeah. Okay." He shrugged. "Whatever."
"Are you mad?"
"No. Of course not." He answered, pulling her towards him. "However…" He grinned. "You still can't leave while they're right outside."
She giggled as he nibbled her neck. "They've got to leave some time." She shot back. The basement door slammed open and Kelso's voice came from the basement.
"Hey have you guys seen Jackie? I figured she may have some physical needs I can tend to."
"Jackass." Hyde muttered quietly.
"Yeah." Jackie agreed, less irritated than him. "Think I'll stay in here a while." Hyde nodded in agreement. Moving in to kiss her again. Her hands pushed against the hard muscles in his stomach. He wanted her so much, almost enough to try a relationship… almost.
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Jackie smiled, remembering the same day. The morning after, she'd compensated for her confession, been bitchier than usual. But within twenty-four hours they'd fallen into a pattern. Behaving like a couple and it wasn't long till Steven accepted that they had become one.
The ring he'd giving her was still sat in it's box on the bedside cabinet. Reflecting any fragment of light that hit the stone. Jackie snapped the box shut and slipped it into the draw. She would keep it, but not wear it. Not yet at least.
She lay quietly for a few minutes but soon morning's dim light was creeping in despite closed curtains. She wasn't sleepy and now her stomach was settled, her head was still pounding but she needed food. "Steven?" She asked. He groaned half-asleep and tightened his arm around her. "Steven, let go." He didn't answer, his arm was like a dead weight. He was asleep, she squirmed her way out from his grip and found some clean clothes. After she had changed she turned to find him watching her, sleepily. "You're awake now." She said smiling.
"What time is it?" He asked sitting up.
"Nine." She answered checking her watch. "Are you coming to get breakfast?"
"Can you stomach it?" He asked smirking.
"Shut up." She told him, throwing the t-shirt at him. He rolled his eyes and reluctantly got off the bed. "Come on, breakfast." He smiled.
"Good to see you're feeling better." He commented, wiping sleep out of his eyes.
"No, I still feel like hell but I'm starved." She responded, combing through her hair. "I don't think I could sleep no anyway, it's been a long day and it's just turned nine."
"Yeah." He agreed quietly, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her from behind. "Thank you." He added looking towards the floor. Refusing to risk meeting her eyes.
She covered his hands with hers, tracing the contours of his knuckles n fingertips. She didn't ask what he was thanking her for. She kept her eyes on their entwined fingers when she quietly responded. "I think you earned it."
"Not yet." He corrected, kissing her shoulder gently. She leaned back, resting against his chest, looking to their reflection in the mirror. "Come on, breakfast."
"Go on." She told him, stepping forward and breaking their embrace. "I'm gonna try and fix my face. Make-up." She clarified. "I'll be down in a few minutes." He squeezed her shoulders gently before moving away. "Do you know if there's any aspirin downstairs?"
"I'll get you some." He promised before leaving.
"Hey Mrs. Forman." He greeted walking into the kitchen. "Do we have any aspirin?" He asked rummaging through the cupboards.
"Steven, honey, are you sick?" She asked trying to feel his forehead.
"No, Mrs. Forman… Mrs. Forman really, I'm not sick!" He insisted trying to avoid her fussing. "Jackie's still feeling bad. I'm trying to find some for her."
"Oh well that's sweet but I don't think we have any dear. I think the drug stores open though."
"Thanks Mrs. Forman. Be back soon." He left the kitchen through the sliding door, checking there was money in his back pocket.
Jackie came into the kitchen a few moments later. "Good morning." She greeted sitting down. Her head was flaming hot and heavy while the rest of her body felt weak and light as air. "Where's Steven?" She asked. The fatty smell of bacon filled the kitchen. Jackie covered her nose, that smell was awful today.
"Oh he just went to the drug store. Now here, eat up this soup." Mrs Forman said placing a large bowl of chicken soup on the table.
Red glanced up from his paper. "Kitty, it's breakfast time." He said slowly.
"You're right. Smiley faced pancakes it is!"
"No thanks Mrs. Forman." Jackie interrupted. "Soup's good." As she started on her food, Kitty began fussing around her.
"Oh sweetie your head is hot." She worried, pressing her hand to Jackie's face.
"Kitty…" Red warned.
"And so pale. Are you wearing make-up? You must look deathly underneath!"
"Kitty…"
"You should go back to bed." Kitty said nodding.
"Kitty, leave the poor girl alone." Red told her finally, putting his paper down. "Where is Schotzie?" He muttered quietly. Jackie smiled, looking don into her food.
She was finishing up as Hyde came back. "Painkillers." He announced, placing them on the table.
"Thanks." Jackie smiled, grabbing a glass of water she gulped two down quickly.
"There now!" Kitty, whisked away the empty bowl. "Now you get upstairs and rest." She ordered.
Jackie reluctantly headed upstairs, Steven followed her out of the room. " I picked you up a couple of magazines too."
"Oh. Thank God" She sighed in relief.
"Bed rest and soup for you." He teased lightly.
"Fine. As long as I have Vogue." She answered.
"And Cosmo." He added, handing her the magazines.
"Yey! Thank you Steven." She said, kissing him on the cheek..
"I'll come see you later, okay?" He said as she went into her bedroom. She nodded gratefully and closed the door.
Once she was safely alone in the darkened room Jackie flopped down on the bed. She lay quietly until the thick stabbing sensation in her skull lessened. Rolling over, he reached into her bedside draw, pulling out the box to stare at the ring again. She placed it on top of the magazine and lay on her side, watching it reflect the limited light.
She didn't regret her decision. Taking things slowly didn't seem scary like getting back together. The thing that frightened her was how much she yearned to trust him. Her mind refrained but her heart was leaping into his hands blindly. She wanted to have him look after her, to believe he always would. Was that what he was doing? Trying to make her believe she could depend on him now. Or maybe just trying to prove it. It was impossible to tell now. She opened up the copy of Cosmo. The first line she saw read: Okay, so his last single wasn't great but someone that hot deserves a second chance ladies! Granted that was shallow and about Donny Osmond, but it could be a sign.
Did she want to take it as a sign? So much. But no, she would not let herself trust him again. At least not yet.
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Kelso sat on he and Brooke's squishy couch, wolfing down a big bowl of Betsy's Super Sugar Crisp cereal. His usually perfect hair was a vulture's nest, he was in baggy pyjamas and odd socks. Brooke and Betsy were sat on the floor setting up the deluxe model train set he'd given her for Christmas. They were both still in fleecy pyjamas with their hair all over the place. Brooke glanced over her shoulder to him. "Has that sugar rush hit you yet?" She asked with a playful smile. He shook his head.
"Nope. Gotta give it a few minutes." He replied. She laughed and went back to putting the train stops in the wrong place. He lay down across the length of the couch. Had he ever thanked Donna for making him see this whole family thing through? He was starting to realise that those two girls were the best thing that ever happened to him.
Betsy had changed every last aspect of his life, even from the womb. During the pregnancy he cared more about the two of them than himself. He'd bought food and given it to them, not even eaten half the burger on the way. He'd tried so hard to better himself. Of course he'd made his own stupid mistakes along the way but he tried harder than he ever had at anything before.
Point Place was his home where his friends were and all his memories. Broken bones and broken hearts but when Brooke had to leave it was only a matter of time until he would've moved there. He had toyed with the idea long before he was offered the job, that had just been the final push.
At first he'd lived in his own apartment but with the hours he worked he'd asked Brooke for a key just so he could kiss a sleepy Betsy good night. But Brooke slept lightly so often woke up and soon almost every night he slept on the sofa. They went out as a family and he barely noticed when pretty girls walked past, it was just something in his peripheral vision. Not once had he drifted off to make out with the waitress, something he'd done with plenty other girls. He'd never tried a dine and dash with them either, he enjoyed the traditional family image, it was nice, comforting, for the inside to be the same as the outside.
With Betsy he played with Lego and toy cars but strangely had stopped gluing things to his face. Even began stopping her from harming herself. For twenty-one years he hadn't been able to take care of himself the way he took care of that little girl. He loved her completely and wholly.
When Vic said he wanted Kelso to run the Point Place club his second thought was how great it would be to be back there, his first thought was of Brooke and Betsy, his girls. If Brooke had not been okay with leaving Chicago then there would have been no choice at all. He had been thinking of her furiously lately, since they'd spoken about moving back. When she told him that she'd go wherever he needed to they had had a close, tense moment. There faces were an inch apart when Betsy had screamed in another room. The moment was broken and never really regained.
Eventually he'd invited her out to dinner, just the two of them. After a nice dinner he and Brooke had relaxed on the sofa watching a movie. They'd fallen into a comfortable togetherness, laughing at the same moments, it was unusually fun to spend time with an attractive woman without the end goal of sex in sight and mind. By the end she was resting her head on his chest, tucked under his arm. He'd finally bitten the bullet and kissed her. It was there first sober kiss. An altered version of the first date goodnight kiss at the door. They were sleeping in separate rooms, in the same apartment and for some reason when she got up to go to bed he sort of walked her to her door. Barely ten feet from his, she turned to go inside he stopped her and just leaned forward to cover her lips with his.
There was no tongue, just contact. She didn't react, just closed her eyes, taken aback but not mad. When he backed away she smiled, blushing, and he took it as an okay to try again. This time he pulled her close, feeling how perfectly his arm fit against the curve of her back. His lip coaxed her mouth open and her tongue slipped in, pushing against his. Her long fingers slid up into his hair weaving into the waves, tugging slightly, this carried on for several minutes before they drew back, gasping for air. They stayed close together, bodies still touching. She eventually drew her hands away before saying goodnight. They separated without any definition of what had just happened.
Although they had fallen into a comfortable relationship, and were still kissing when alone there was nothing official. It confused him, how he could feel so strongly about her when they weren't even together, officially.
"Okay, seriously, I have to interfere now." He said, crouching next to her. You've got these two stops way to close together. I mean there's no time for the passengers to have a good make-out let alone anything else." He winked as Brooke rolled her eyes at him. "See, put it here and there's a decent space between the second and third one without pushing the second to close to stop one."
"Well; there is quite a science to toy train tracks isn't there?" She said, giggling lightly.
"We'll get you a train dude's hat." He suggested putting an arm round her shoulders. The three of them sat there for the rest of the day, playing with Betsy's toys in pyjamas and with messy hair. It was one of the most fun and relaxed days of his life.
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"Okay, really Fez why can't I open my eyes?" Laurie asked giggling as her excited husband led her into the living room.
"Just keep them closed, my bouncy goddess." Fez replied, helping her around the couch to a blanket in front of the television set. "Okay now darling, open!" He said giddy with delight. Where the coffee table usually sat was a blanket decorated with thick comfy cushions with a warm pot of melted chocolate in the centre and a wide selection of candy. "A chocolate fun-do to watch the most beautiful movie ever made." He continued as they both sat down.
"And what movie's that." Laurie asked, touched at his sweet display.
"Willy Wonka and his amazing chocolate factory of course." He replied. Laurie bit her lip trying to remember if she'd seen it. It sounded familiar from somewhere. "Oh my darling! You have not seen the most wonderful tribute to candy ever made?"
"I think I might have seen it when it first came out." She said slowly. "I dunno, I as with some guy. I can see it now." She said kissing her husband before feeding him a chocolate filled marshmallow.
They settled on the floor as the movie began. Fez in his boxers and Laurie in a see through teddy he'd given her the night before. They succeeded in swallowing the sugar display in front of them while Laurie enjoyed the insanity of Gene Wilder and Fez sang along with every song. By the time Charlie was floating above the town in the great glass elevator they were lying in each others arms, both enjoying a sugar coated daze. Stuffed to capacity and very happy.
"We need to do this every year." Laurie said, her hair splayed across her husbands dark chest. "New boxing day tradition." She said climbing on top of him. "Watching crazy movies half naked and eating our way into a sugar coma." Fez wrapped his arms around her as they shared a sugary sweet kiss.
"Every single year." He promised softly as she kissed her way down over his stomach, helping him out of the small amount of clothing he wore. "Or every day."
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"Hey, got you some food." Donna said, placing a tray of lunch on Eric's desk as he scribbled furiously.
"Thanks baby." He said looking up. "I just woke up this morning and had the perfect writing form. Columns! There's a word count and a deadline. But now I need a newspaper or magazine that would be interested."
"Sounds… actually really good. Since when did you have good ideas on the first time?" Donna asked, relaxing on the bed with a chicken burger.
"I dunno weird right?" He answered, still fully concentrating on his work. "I just need to finish a starting one then I can relax." Donna nodded.
"You know, Eric." She said, leaning on his chair from behind. "I know an excellent way of relaxing." She turned his face toward hers, kissing him deeply.
"Wow…Uh…Um, yeah. You're being a distraction." He squeaked, after recovering.
"I no." She answered straddling his lap and covering his face is kisses. "Maybe, I could help stimulate some creativity." She whispered seductively, nibbling on his ear.
"I think that would be good." He answered hurriedly, kissing her back. Donna got up grinning and pulled him over to the bed. She pushed him down and tugged his shirt off, throwing it across the room. Eric pulled her down, his extra strength helping out, he landed only one inch from his face and he flipped them over before she could regain balance.
"Wow. That was new." She said in surprise.
"You impressed?" He asked raising the eyebrows. She laughed.
"A little." She admitted.
"Seriously?"
"Shut up." With that she pulled him down into another hot kiss. His hands went to the hem of her shirt, lightly brushing over the soft skin of her stomach. Meeting the erogenous zone by the dip of her waist. Her back arched as she moaned softly, drawing his top lip between her teeth. He drew back long enough to pull her shirt off and undo her flies before she shuffled down and pulled his belt away.
With a wicked grin she jumped up off the bed and slowly pushed her jeans down over her wide hips and shapely legs revealing a forest green thong. Eric moved to sit on the end of the bed, his eyes growing wide at the vision before him. Donna unclipped her bra and fixed him with a seductive gaze as she let it drop to the floor.
She placed her hand on his knees and sank down to the floor between his open legs. Swiftly she undid his trousers and pulled them down to his ankles along with his boxers, freeing his slim stiff cock. Taking it in her hand she licked along the full length, running her tongue along the rim of his swollen head. She circled the head with her thumb, spreading his pre-come over it before sucking the head into her mouth. Eric tangled his fingers in her blonde locks as she began bobbing her head, sucking powerfully on him. His whole torso tightened with the warm pleasure engulfing his manhood. Gently he drew back, easing her head away from his length and up to his face, kissing her softly.
He guided her to lay on the bed beneath him. He kicked off his pants and gently stroked his fingers over her soft cheek, admiring his rebel princess. He balanced his weight above her, kissing down her neck as she tilted her head back and allowed her eyes to drift close. He caressed her back, laying kisses along her shoulders before moving down to lick between her breasts.
She laughed pushing her fingers into this hair. It had grown longer while they were apart, not too long, it hung around his chin in kinks. His hair had always felt thin and course but not it was thick and felt good between her fingers.
"God I missed you, Baby." He breathed, peeling her wet thing away, casting it on the floor. He gently placed a gentle kiss on her slit, feeling that she was wet and open already. He moved above her body and kissed her deeply as he slowly sunk his full length into her. He groaned as she raised her pelvis, pushing against him.
Their legs wound together as Donna placed her feet flat on the bed, granting herself more leverage to lift her hips meeting each of his thrusts, deep sounds escaping from her throat. Eric moved his hands to massage her breasts with learned technique, drawing more groans of ecstasy from her lips, mixing in the air with his gaping breaths as he felt the flames of her sex around him. He drew backwards, sliding his cock away until only the tip rested in her hole before slamming back into her roughly at full speed. He continued using his full strength to smash into her deeply, watching her tits bounce with the motion a she lifted her upper body off the bed, gripping his shoulders fiercely.
Donna used her own strength to move them so she was straddled on his dick controlling the furious pace on their fucking. Regaining the connection that had been lost after so much time apart. A strong tight rope of love and desire tightening round their lives binding them together, forming one person. Her hands slipped over the sweat drenched skin of his back as he explored her neck and shoulders with his burning mouth and tongue.
Donna threw her head back, biting back a shriek of satisfaction as a her orgasm tore through her with the force of a hurricane. Lightning striking her stomach and setting her skin alight with pleasure. She dug her fingers into Eric shoulders as he rode out his own orgasm, coming deep inside her, slowing only when he was emptied.
They sunk back onto the bed in cocoon of warmth and exhausted. Breathing heavily and still joined together. "I'm so happy you're back." Donna sighed, breathlessly. Eric nodding in agreement, his breathing more laboured than hers. "Don't go away, ever again."
"Never." He gasped out. "Never again."
Here it finally is. I'm posted this at like half one in the morning so sorry fro spelling errors. Thought I'd catch up on everyone's boxing day. Nice little tradition for my second favourite couple.
Are we all okay with Jackie and Hyde sorting themselves out?
Thought I'd share some reunion sex with you guys. Now that was hard to right I mean come on, I'm used to Jackie and Hyde now I'm working with the twizzler and the lumberjack? Please be honest but kind.
Love you guys xxx