SMUT ALERT! This chapter is rated M for dirty stuff - the last scene in this chapter features a pretty hot and heavy flashback, so be on your toes if you're trying to avoid that kind of business.
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PS-The song "Should I Stay or Should I Go" by The Clash was on Combat Rock (1982) not London Calling (1979) but for the purposes of this ff, we're going to play make believe and pretend it was released in '79.
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CHAPTER 6
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"I answered all of your questions. Don you think it's only fair that you answer some of mine?" Hyde pushes.
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"Not really. You're forgetting that I beat you at poker. You haven't beaten me at anything, Steven, and until you do-these lips are sealed" she holds an imaginary key to her mouth and pretends to lock her lips, then smirks at him.
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Hyde shakes his head at Jackie's brazenness. She's certainly never been a pushover, so what exactly was he expecting? "That's mature" he says, trying to goad her into action.
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Jackie just looks at him with her wide, expressive eyes, points to her sealed lips and shrugs innocently.
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Jackie is toying with him now and he can tell she seems to be digging it. Being played like a harp and it's kind of turning him on.
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"So what? You're not talking to me?" he asks.
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She gives Hyde a confrontational look and presses her long, elegant index finger against her plush lips and smiles. He's pretty tempted to put something else against that pretty mouth, but that's what got him in trouble with her in the first place.
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"So what I'm getting from this is you would answer the questions, but not unless I beat you at something first?" he asks.
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She takes her index finger and touches the end of her button nose. Bingo.
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"Easy. Let's play a game of pickup," he suggests, gesturing to the basketball hoop.
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Jackie looks at him like he's crazy and places a flat hand just above her head, indicating her short stature.
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"Oh right. I forgot you're a midget. Hmm. Well, we're in the kitchen. Why don't we have a bake-off?" Hyde offers.
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Jackie's expression is pained as she sucks on her bottom lip.
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"What? Is that a no?" he groans, disappointed that she's shut down another idea.
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She's touched by his effort, so she rewards him with a smile and two thumbs up.
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Hyde nods. "Well okay then. We have one hour, and the chef who makes the best brownies wins. A blind taste test will determine the winner," he decrees as he extends his hand out to her.
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She ponders the contest for a moment, then wordlessly shakes his hand, retracting it a little too soon for Hyde's preference.
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Jackie and Hyde tensely bake next to each other in silence, occasionally looking up at one another to check for progress.
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Observing from the kitchen table are Eric, Donna and Fez.
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"On the left side of the green we have Jacqueline Burkhart, hailing from Point Place, Wisconsin. Jackie is known for a baking technique that results in cookies with the fluffy consistency of Milwaukee Admirals hockey pucks," Eric announces in the calm, whispery voice of a golf commentator into an imaginary microphone.
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Jackie shoots Eric a dirty look as Donna stifles a giggle.
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Eric continues, undeterred. "We're told that Jackie, known within the competitive cooking world as "Baking Beula" is creating a traditional brownie containing walnuts".
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Incensed by the use of her middle name, Jackie takes an egg and pegs it at Eric's forehead, scoring a direct hit.
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"Ow!" he cries.
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"Ah BURN!" screams a gleeful Fez.
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Donna and Fez and Hyde all lose their minds laughing at him. Jackie then takes a dish towel and throws it at Eric's head.
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"Thank you?" Eric mumbles from underneath the towel.
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"Nice one, Beula" Hyde nods with admiration towards Jackie.
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She tightens her grip on another egg and shoots an eyebrow up in his direction, daring him to say something else.
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Fearing her wrath, he puts his head down quickly and continues to bake. Jackie relaxes her grip on the egg and smiles in conquest.
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Eric begins his commentary again. "Jacqueline's competitor, Steven J. Hyde, is a former graduate of the prestigious Johnson and Wales culinary school...oh wait...correction...Steven is a former 'restaurant' cook of the non-prestigious Howard Johnsons hotel chain. Steven likes the color black, breaking things and the heavy use of 'oregano'. Today he will be making his special peppermint holiday brownies."
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"How much longer until brownie time?" Fez whines.
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Donna takes a mini candy cane out of the bowl in the middle of the kitchen table and slides it to Fez. "They have 30 minutes left" she says, pointing to the clock.
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Jackie and Hyde stand eagerly holding platters piled up with their creations. They both set their plates down on the table and wait for judgment.
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"Let's first begin with Ms. Burkhart. Donna, get the milk ready please," Eric warns her, fearing these things will be tough to get down.
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Donna nods and pours milk for all three of them. Fez, Donna and Eric each take one of Jackie's brownies and hum with approval.
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"Jackie, these are actually really good!" Donna cries in total shock. "When did you learn to bake?"
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"Yes, the chocolatey goodness of this one really sings to me, Eric," he critiques.
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"I concur" Eric says, writing something down on a blank pad.
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Jackie smugly grins at Hyde, daring him to beat her brownie, but Hyde looks confident and unaffected.
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"And now, Mr. Hyde will present us with his creation," Eric nods.
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Hyde slides the platter forward and lets them each pick up a brownie.
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There is total silence as each judge tastes his brownie.
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Donna, Eric and Fez all exchange knowing looks.
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"Hyde wins!" Eric announces.
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"We concur!" Donna and Fez shout in unison.
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Hyde looks over at Jackie and gloats.
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"What? What just happened here?" Jackie angrily storms over to the table. "How on earth did I lose this? I'll have you know, I cheated! I used a box Duncan Hines mix. There's no way Steven's brownies are better than Duncan Hines," she complains.
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She lifts a brownie from Hyde's platter and takes a big bite. Four chews into the bite she has a realization and narrows her eyes towards her competitor in anger.
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Hyde lifts his hands in defense. "The rules never said we couldn't use secret ingredients. And besides, you cheated, Beula." he mocks, earning him an egg to the forehead.
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Jackie feigns anger, but is in reality secretly happy about losing this contest. She's been having fun with her old friends, playing games like they did when their lives were less complicated. She cheated because it was the only full-proof way of losing to Hyde and continuing the holiday fun.
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Suddenly, Kitty walks into the kitchen. "Why, what do we have here? You all have certainly been busy bees."
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"Just making the holiday more festive, Mrs. Forman," Hyde says wearing his trademark smirk as he wipes himself off with a towel.
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Kitty laughs. "It's nice to see you in the holiday spirit Steven! In fact, I'm going to try one of your special holiday brownies, because I'll bet they're just delicious," she coos at her surrogate son as she bites into one of his brownies while passing through to the fridge.
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"They really are," Donna agrees while starting to eat her second one.
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"Hey-brownies!" Red says as he passes by the table, lifting a few on his way to the garage.
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"Merry Christmas, man!" Hyde shouts as he makes panicked eye contact with Eric, who has no idea what to do.
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Jackie sits on the stoop of Donna's house and stews. "He totally cheated, Donna".
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"You totally cheated, Jackie" she laughs.
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"Yeah? Well...his cheating is worse, because he got Mr. and Mrs. Forman high," she asserts.
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"Can't argue with you there," Donna concedes.
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Hyde notices the girls on Bob's stoop and heads over there. As he approaches Jackie from across the driveway, he almost has to pinch himself to keep his focus. Somehow she manages to get more beautiful every time he sees her, and he's drawn to that beauty like Gollum to his precious ring. He should thank Eric for that metaphor later.
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Quickly becoming a man possessed, Hyde is starting to freak the hell out. He wouldn't allow himself to want her for so long, and now that he's given up that fight, it's almost like the dam has broken loose and he's finding it hard to control his desire.
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"Hey" Hyde says softly as he kneels down beside Jackie.
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"Hello Steven" she answers coolly.
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"As the winner of the contest, I believe I'm entitled to certain privileges," he starts.
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"And what might those be?" she asks, thoroughly enjoying making him work for it.
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"Well" I have my first question for you," he says.
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"Don't you mean second?" she corrects. "You asked me your first question last night in your bedroom,"she reminds him.
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"We're counting that?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
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"You don't think we should...?" she says, waiting to see what he'll do.
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Hyde thinks for a second. "Fine. Are you ready?"
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Jackie does a victory cheer inside of her head, but remains placid on the exterior. A minor win over Hyde is nearly as difficult as beating him at Stratego. "Ready as I'll ever be".
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"#2 – I'm going to ask you something similar to what you asked me. What is your guilty pleasure band and why?"
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"All the bands she willingly admits she likes are embarrassing, so this should be interesting," Donna decides.
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Jackie has a sudden flashback to the very end of the summer that she and Hyde got together.
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(Jackie's flashback)
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They had been messing around for two months, and there truly was nothing fun to do in Point Place but smoke up, have sex, and play cards. As they were usually the only two in the basement, their card games had lately taken on a riskier bent. Instead of money, the gambling pot usually contained chits for things like back massages, small sexual favors, household chores, dares and the like. The more creative and embarrassing, the better. As the summer grew hotter, so did their bets.
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One day in Hyde's room, after a particularly brutal loss for Jackie playing Black Jack, Hyde follows routine by blindfolding Jackie and forces her to draw her form of payment from the pot. As Hyde ties the silk scarf around her eyes, she can't help but think of other, more interesting ways he could be tying it on her. Maybe it's because she's always been so in control, but something about being so vulnerable is turning her on big time. She decides at that moment that the bondage fantasy would definitely be going into the pot next.
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Jackie finds her way towards the pot by touch, feeling freer than she ever has. Something about Hyde makes her want to be bad, to claw her way outside of the vanilla box she had been deposited into at birth. Feeling his breath caress the back of her neck as he guides her hand into the pot, her skin begins to prickle and flush throughout. This is freaking hot and she can't wait to find out what dirty deed he has in store for her this time. The anticipation has always been the best part for her, and ever-accommodating, Hyde likes to take his time dishing out the instructions. There truly are no losers in their game of cards.
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She pushes her hand deep into the pot and retrieves a tightly folded square of paper. Hyde gently brushes his lips across hers before lifting the blindfold off of her eyes. Jackie eagerly opens the chit and a sly grin spreads across her face.
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"You want me to dance for you?" she asks, her heart leaping out of her chest. "What kind of dancing?" she asks seductively.
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He purses his lips, waiting for her to figure it out on her own.
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"...okay. What will I be wearing?" she wonders, letting the idea alone get her hot.
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Hyde leans over and pulls out a t-shirt from his bottom dresser drawer and tosses it to her. "The Clash – London Calling" it says, emblazoned across the front.
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"You want me to dance for you in a dirty old punk t-shirt?" she asks quizzically. "You're not interested in lingerie like normal guys?"
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"I'm not a normal guy" he counters.
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"But Steeeven" Jackie pouts, uninspired by his choice.
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"You lost doll, so you've gotta do what I say" he demands, unyielding.
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"Whatever" she mumbles as she gestures for him to turn around. "Which music should I use?" she asks.
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"Ladies choice" he grins, willing to throw her a bone. "Except disco, of course".
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(back in the present)
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This is a loaded question, Jackie thinks as Hyde waits for her response. With their history, just about every song released between 1975-80 could send him the wrong message. A memory minefield.
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Finally, Jackie gets up the nerve to speak. "My favorite guilty pleasure band is the Clash" she says quietly, then promptly dashes inside Donna's house, shutting the door tightly behind her.
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Hyde's mouth drops open as he stands there dumbfounded.
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"What did that mean?" Donna asks, wondering what strange vibe is hanging in the air between them. This song obviously means something to them, but what?
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Hyde shrugs. "You've got me, man" he says as he makes a quick exit, leaving Donna befuddled.
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He all but runs into the basement, past Fez and Eric who are lounging there, and locks himself in his bedroom. He rushes to his record collection, pulls out London Calling and turns the player on, ready to remember.
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(Hyde's flashback)
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"You lost doll, so you've gotta do what I say" he demands, unyielding.
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"Whatever" she mumbles as she gestures for him to turn around. "Which music should I use?" she asks.
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"Ladies choice" he grins, willing to throw her a bone. "Except disco, of course".
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Hyde turns around and closes his eyes, excitement building in his chest. He wasn't lying when he said he's not like most guys. Any chick can wear a teddy and be sexy, but he's got a hunch his chick can rock a dirty tee -his dirty tee- and blow them all away.
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The fact that he gets to force her to listen to music she hates only makes the re-payment sweeter, because he knows that the worse she considers the music to be, the more she must really like him to actually go through with it. She's willing to embarrass herself to (what in her terrible opinion is) crap music just to turn him on, and THAT is the definition of sexy, in his book.
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"Okay" Jackie says nervously as she drops the needle on the record.
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She grabs him by the collar and forces him to sit on the edge of the bed as he hears the familiar guitar riff from The Clash's "Should I Stay or Should I Go?" emanate from the speakers.
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"Open your eyes" she purrs as she strikes a sexy pose in nothing but the Clash t-shirt and a pair of tiny, pink underwear with the word "Friday" written across the ass.
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"Shit" he says under his breath as his heart begins to race. He wasn't fucking wrong about his hunch, Jackie is a knock-out.
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"Darling you've got to let me know...should I stay or should I go?
If I go there will be trouble...and if I stay there will be double.
So you've got to let me know...should I stay or should I go"
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As she dances seductively to the song she includes a few of his favorite cheerleader moves, flashing him "Friday" (now his favorite day) more than a few times as she bends over, teasing him. Jackie is enjoying this a lot. Who knew such a kinky minx was hidden under the thin polyester of that cheerleader's uniform?
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He silently curses her for choosing such a long song as he feels his jeans getting tighter and less comfortable.
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As the song comes to an end, Jackie climbs up onto Hyde's lap and straddles her boyfriend, finishing the routine with a lazy, devastating kiss. "Can I take this nasty thing off now?" she pants, still out of breath from her aerobics.
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Gobsmacked, all Hyde can do is nod yes and watch in awe as his pixie goddess removes his shirt at an achingly slow pace before rolling it up into a ball and tossing it into his waste paper basket.
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Jackie rubs the back of her hand across her forehead as if wiping her brow."I feel much better now that I have that nasty thing off," she smirks, now clad in nothing but her "Friday" undies and what God gave her. She then starts to unbuckle his belt and slides his jeans down to his behind.
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"Do you now?" Hyde asks, finally regaining his voice.
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Before she can answer, he flips her onto the mattress, pinning her under him. Watching her squirm beneath his frame, he presses his forehead to hers and looks deep into her soul.
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Jackie's breath hitches as he trails wet kisses down her body, never leaving her gaze.
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"Steven" she gasps, breathless from the intensity of the moment.
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He runs one hand down her body, as her nipples pucker beneath his touch. Without breaking eye contact, Hyde slips two fingers inside of her, causing a soft moan to float from her lips.
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As he moves his fingers back and forth inside of her, he teases her nipples with his tongue, his teeth, his fingers, reveling in the feel of her entire body. Sex alone isn't enough for him tonight, he feels like he needs to consume her. He crashes his lips against hers as she breathes staccato into his mouth, her climax building.
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"You're so beautiful, Jackie. I'm so fucking lucky you're mine," he breathes, getting unbelievably worked up while getting her off.
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Just as she's about to reach the peak, he withdraws his hand suddenly, causing her to recoil painfully from it's cold absence.
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Jackie yelps angrily as she digs her fingers into his back. "What are you doing?" she hisses at him.
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He grabs her hips and pulls her up against him. "I want to feel you from the inside when you cum".
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With that, Hyde pulls out his erection and slides it into his girl with a groan, stroking the fire already burning within her core, already on the brink.
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On contact, Jackie gasps "Oh my God. Steven! I-" but is cut off by the tidal wave of pleasure that overtakes her body.
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That night they made love for the first time. They had enjoyed plenty of sex with each other before then, but things altered between them after this. They weren't just fooling around anymore, their fling had turned into something different and real.
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(back in the present)
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Hyde turns the record player off and puts the vinyl back into its sheath. Even thinking about that night is putting him sexually on edge.
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He wonders what message Jackie's trying to send him by choosing The Clash as her answer. She obviously wanted him to remember that night, so it means something. Maybe he was the one sending a message with this question, trying to prompt her into revealing something about the way she feels through her answer? It's sometimes hard to tell with her who is playing whom, because often they're both trying to be the puppet-master at the same time.
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All he knows is, once she's his again, he's done playing games.
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A/N- How did I do? Please review!