Jackie was never really sure how it had started, but she and Steven Hyde were….a thing. No one knew, of course. Jackie carried the secret of what she and Steven had together proudly, like a little light in her heart that no one else could see but him.
She was happy; there was no other way to put it. And, even though she knew he would never say it to anyone, she knew Steven was happy, too.
So that's why it was so strange to her that they hadn't had sex yet. They mainly just made out in the basement, or in his car, or at the water tower. Nothing further. Jackie wasn't stupid; she knew that Hyde's specialty was one-night stands with blonde bimbos from whatever shitty bar he went to that night. Hit 'em and quit 'em, she had heard the guys snickering. So, she wondered when he would quit her.
She never mentioned the fact that they had never gone farther than second base to him. Jackie figured that, maybe if they never went further, they would just stay as they were. A state of suspended animation, where everything around them changed, but they stayed the same. They stayed together. As nice as this little mental picture was, things changed soon enough.
They were sitting on the basement couch, Hyde's arm draped loosely around her. Eric and Fez had gone to the movies, so there was no one to hide their actions from. Jackie could feel the heat emanating from his body, and she knew it was a matter of time before they started fooling around.
In fact, she decided to speed up the process, turning her face towards Hyde's. She slid one hand over his thigh; that sure got his attention. He turned to her and she kissed him hungrily. He responded in kind, gently grabbing her shoulders and lowering her onto her back on the couch. He liked being on top, Jackie had noticed, and she never fought him on it. As they got more heated, his hands sliding under her shirt to rest on her stomach, Jackie decided: today was the day.
She couldn't wait anymore. She had to have him.
She slowly dragged her hands from his cheeks to the waist of his jeans, then lightly tugged at them. She hoped he would get the hint, maybe start trying to take her shirt off or something, but he just continued kissing down her neck, sucking on her collarbone.
Geez, for someone who's supposed to be smooth with the ladies, he's a little clueless.
Jackie moved her hands to his belt buckle and started undoing it. That sure got his attention; Hyde stopped and brought his face up to meet hers.
"Jackie," he said softly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to take your pants off, dumbass" she retorted. He looked thoughtful, still propped up above her.
She brought her hands back to his cheeks, turning his face to look squarely at hers. "Steven," she smiled. "Don't you want me?"
It might've been a trick of the light, but Jackie swore he started blushing. "Of-of course I do, but I just-well…." he trailed off. "You're sure?"
Jackie rolled her eyes and pulled him towards her, kissing him gently. "I'm sure," she whispered as they pulled apart. Hyde smiled, then pulled himself up off of her.
"Can't do it on the couch," he extended a hand to pull her up from the couch, leading her back to his room. "Forman would lose his mind." Jackie giggled nervously.
As they stood in Hyde's room, both a little unsure of how to proceed, Jackie took the initiative again, wrapped her arms around his neck and throwing herself into another kiss with him. He responded enthusiastically, and Jackie soon felt his hands tugging at the bottom of her shirt. She let go so he could pull it up over her head, and she reveled at the sight of him seeing her in all her topless glory for the first time. Not for long, though. She grabbed at his shirt, impatiently tugging it off of him, then down to his waist, yanking off his belt and unzipping his pants.
"A little eager, aren't you?" Steven smirked, but Jackie couldn't help herself.
She had been controlling herself for too long. Hyde was none too reluctant himself, unclipping her bra as she shimmied out of her jeans. He did it so seamlessly; Michael always fumbled with it for so long that Jackie eventually lost patience and just did it herself. They were kissing like the world was about to end, like there was no more time in the world and they only had now.
Backing up, Jackie felt her calves hit Hyde's bed; she went with it, falling onto his bed. She burst out laughing as he smiled down at her. God, she loved when he looked at her like that. The rest of the world couldn't see it, but Steven Hyde was tenderhearted. He was soft sometimes. Or maybe that was just when he was with her.
Going over to his dresser, he pulled open a drawer and pulled out a small foil package and Jackie felt a thrill run through her; they were really and truly doing this. Hyde stepped clumsily out of his jeans and came to lay next to her on the bed, kissing her softly, trying to gain back some of the momentum they had had.
Jackie grabbed his hand, guiding it down below her waist, hoping he would understand. He did. Jackie watched him tear the condom wrapper with his teeth, hoping he would hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.
As Hyde slowly centered himself over her, Jackie found herself holding her breath. She was overcome with a sense of physical wanting that she had never felt with Michael. She felt like if Steven didn't do something soon she would explode into a million pieces.
He hesitated again, then looked into her eyes. Jackie loved his eyes; blue as the sky on a sunny day. She knew why he wanted to hide his eyes; every emotion was reflected in them, every want and desire. She loved it.
"Jackie," he exhaled, but Jackie couldn't do it anymore. She could feel him against her thigh, could feel how big he was, and she absolutely could not wait.
"Steven, please," she whined, trying desperately to relieve the tingling anticipation all over her body. He smirked as she ran her hands up his chest, silently imploring him to give her the release she so badly needed. And, with one gentle motion, he was inside her. Jackie gasped, snapping her eyes shut and trying to adjust to the feeling.
Wow….he's a lot bigger than Michael.
Suddenly, she noticed that Hyde wasn't moving. She opened her eyes to see Hyde staring down at her. She could see what he wanted in his eyes; he wanted her. So why wasn't he doing anything?
"Is this okay?" he said tentatively. In that moment, Jackie thought she could feel her heart expanding a million sizes.
He was looking at her like she was all that mattered, like all he needed to know was that she was alright. In all her time with Michael, he had never cared how she felt about sex. He never asked her what she wanted. Jackie felt tears in her eyes, and Hyde suddenly looked horrified.
"Oh my God, Jackie, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"No, Steven," she brought a hand up to his face. He stopped, still looking worried. "This is okay. God, it's more than okay." she laughed. Then she kissed him softly. Stroking his cheek, she whispered, "This is perfect."
Hyde's face broke out into a wide smile, and he leaned in to kiss her again. As he slowly started to move inside her, all Jackie could think was: He's perfect. He's perfect. He's perfect.
