Encounter Chapter 1: Can you taste it?

Author's Note: New story I'm trying out, let me know what you think please. I really like this beginning so I hope you enjoy….

Disclaimer: Not Mine.

His body was mere centimeters away and the heat of him made her cheeks flush. The harsh muscles of his bare chest tightened when he breathed, and he leaned in close, hands against the wall at her sides, and he sniffed at her hotly. His light blue eyes were black in the darkness, his jaw line intense as it dangled slightly open in anticipation, and the mix of beer and smoke on his breath was sweet and manly and dangerous.

"I still wanted you. Can't stop. No matter how pissed at you I got, no matter how much sex Sam gave me, no matter whatever else I did to occupy my time while you were gone, I always wanted you…" the husky hush of his voice made her shiver, and he leaned in farther to growl near her ear, "…and I hate that about you."

And she could feel that he meant it.

She gulped, swallowed hard, as she mustered up some fire, and then let it light in her eyes. She wouldn't be seduced that easily and she could play right back if she wanted.

"Well, just add it to the list. If I remember correctly you hate a lot of things about me, Steven. I'm sorry that I can't help it if I'm hotter than your whore or that I always knew exactly what you needed. But people want a lot of things they don't have, that they can't have so you will just have to get over it." She didn't break his stare and she left her eyes open wide. She hoped he could see right through her, it would only make him want her more and she wanted him to suffer.

He smirked at her, angrily yet amused, "Oh I can't have you, is that what you're trying to say? Brave front, baby, but you aren't fooling anyone." He played dangerously close to her as he chuckled in his throat, he licked his lips as he glanced down to hers then leaned in to blow hot air to the crook of her neck and smile as she shuddered. "I can make you feel things no one else can, always have and if you're lucky, I always will."

"Feel what exactly? Fiery hatred? Loathing? Disgust?" She countered, ignoring the way that her hair was raised up on her arms and the back of her neck, ignoring the fact she was aching for him to lean in a little closer. They were playing with fire and she wanted him to be burning.

He smiled patronizingly. "Hatred, yes perhaps that's part of it. But really, it's all passion, baby. I can make you hot and cold at the same time and sometimes you think you'll bleed if I don't touch you." He bent his knee forward to, slightly, purposefully, brush her leg as she was braced against the wall. She cringed at this first real contact, but she also couldn't hide the slight whimper that escaped her parted lips. That made his eyes flicker with slight satisfaction. So he whispered, "Just admit it, Jackie. You've always wanted me too."

She began to notice as her heavy breathing became more and more ragged, as he stared into her deeper and deeper.

"No, I haven't."

"Liar."

"I have someone I care about deeply." She was surprised when he laughed loudly.

"That may be, that may be. But even in my most jealous times, when I could have killed Kelso with my bare hands for being near enough to touch you, I knew when I kissed you, when I held you, no one was in your mind but me. You may care about him, but I'm still there, inside your head, when his body is pressed against yours. When you want to feel good, baby, you'll always wish it was me."

He pulled back a little, proud of himself, his smile smug that she couldn't dare deny it. And while he was relishing his assumed victory she could move freely enough to slap him hard across the face.

He looked stunned for a moment, eyes narrowing at her, his cheek reddened from her force. But he didn't dare move his hand up to stifle the sting, and he moved his body in to trap her so much against the wall she could not flinch without shifting to touch him.

"You wouldn't be mad if I was wrong, doll. You strike back because it's true."

Her voice was shaking and her anger was building, "Why would I want a drunken dirty burnout like you? I wouldn't, I couldn't. So I'll thank you to shut your mouth."

His eyes smiled evilly as he clamped his lips shut tight a moment, before bringing them down hard against hers, pressing against her lips until they opened to let out a gasp and he took the opportunity to open his once again and force his wantful tongue into her mouth. She struggled at first which only allowed him to hold her tight, to bring her chest against his, to hold himself against the length of her as he kissed her until her mind saw nothing but red. Unconsciously, she moaned, back deep in her throat, and that made him smile against her lips and he let her arms up enough to cling around his neck and he pulled her legs up to wrap around his waist and he made love to her mouth like they'd both been wanting.