"Another old lady," she complains, mostly to try to break the thick tension that somehow wrapped around them. "She can't even reach the wheel!"
"I can't watch The Price is Right again," he admits finally. "I just can't."
"This summer totally sucks. There's nothing to do!"
She turns to look back at him and pouts her lips a little. He's sprawled out on couch so lazily but it gives her the perfect access to scrape her eyes all along his body. Her heart beats faster even though she's not doing anything. That is, except - is he leaning in? Or is she? Does it matter? Holy crap.
She's kissing Steven Hyde. Holy Crap.
Nothing registers except the feeling of his mouth on hers. Her lips meet his lightly at first and her heart goes crazy in her chest, slamming against her like an animal in a cage. She leans forward more and the kiss deepens and her lips part and his tongue grazes her bottom lip lightly, and she gives in and lets him kiss her softly, tasting her carefully, expertly, as though they've kissed a million times before.
Then his hand moves away from her knee, leaving a scorching mark where he was touching her, and they pull away at the same time.
She licks her lips and looks at the TV again. Holy crap. He's a good kisser. Better than she remembered. She wants to kiss him again. She wants to kiss him better this time, to leave him feeling as stupefied as he left her. Does he want to kiss her again?
She glances at him. And loses all self-control.
She'll never know who leaned in first but in milliseconds Hyde is pulling her closer. His hands come around her head and he holds her against him, kissing the life out of her. Her hand flies up over his and she leans in further, kissing him back with just as much fervor.
She battles her way for dominance into his mouth, wanting to memorize the taste of him. She moves her hands forward, cupping them around his face and pulling herself even closer to him. His hands travel downwards, searching for her waist, but because of the way her knees are pulled up, he can't get to them. So he tugs on her left leg, his lips never leaving hers, and pulls it over his own. Jackie moves herself around to get comfortable and finds herself straddling him, both her knees locked on either side of his waist.
They break the kiss for a second, breathing hard, studying the position they're in. Jackie's eyes find his - or tries to through the sunglasses. Damn the sunglasses. She takes them off his face and is surprisingly met with no resistance. Setting them onto the end table, she looks into his eyes, and the obvious lust and wanting in them - darkening them to a harsh, commanding blue - stirs something inside of her.
She can't remember the last time she's wanted anything as badly as she wants to kiss him again.
Pressing herself forward Jackie kisses him a third time, harder than before, hands tangling in his curly hair. His hands coil around her, tightening on her waist, then travel down further, finding her butt and squeezing. She moans softly into the kiss, and at the sound of it, Steven's lips leave her and move to the rest of her face. He kisses down her jaw to her neck, licking and nipping at her as he moves.
Jackie sits back and gives in, rolling her head back and giving him full access to her neck. He kisses everywhere, up to where her high-collared shirt would let him. What a god-awful day to choose to wear this shirt.
She can see he doesn't know where to go from here, so she prompts him, reaching to unbutton the first two buttons, baring the rest of her neck to him. Wasting no time he continues his attack on her, touching and kissing every piece of skin, and when he's done that he loosens two more buttons. Her shirt opens up, showing off her bra and the tops of her breasts.
He licks his lips and she leans forward in anticipation. But he changes his mind and looks up instead. He uses one hand to bring her head down and he kisses her on the lips again, hard enough to bruise them, his tongue rousing desire in her that she hadn't felt...ever. His other hand comes between them and he cups one of her breasts and squeezes gently, earning another moan from Jackie.
This time she breaks the kiss and continues down on his face and body, kissing all through his beard, not caring how scratchy it felt against her face, and then kissing and licking and biting down his neck, savoring the feel of his hands moving all over her body. She presses forward more and feels for the first time what she was doing to him.
She doesn't need to look down to know there's a bulge sticking out from under his jeans; without a second thought, she rolls her hips forward over it and feels the pressure of it where she wants it most.
"Oh, Steven," she moans, rolling over it again, eyes closing.
In all her life, Jackie never thought it was possible to feel this good.
Steven's eyes, even darker than before, drink her in, and then he dips into her, his face falling into her chest as he starts kissing her all over again. His hands stay clamped on her waist, helping her move back and forth across the bulge in his pants. His mouth is magic, and when he kisses just the top of one of her breasts for the first time, she moans again, louder this time, and pushes herself down harder on him, trying to feel him better through their clothes.
"Jesus Christ, Jackie," he murmurs, his lips moving against her skin. "Can I-"
The answer is yes, whatever he wants to do, there is no way in hell Jackie can say no to anything he wants in that moment.
But then she hears Fez.
