A/N: The last part of this first attempt at smuttiness has arrived. And I'm quite proud of it! I don't know when I am going to be posting another story, as I don't have many very complete right now and go to California for a week on Tuesday, but hopefully by mid July something will be up on here and Jackie and Hyde can be manipulated some more. I hope everyone likes this! For the last scene, if you want the song, try youtube under 'See Me Feel Me', it should be there in many different forms. And thanks to all of those who have read and reviewed!
Disclaimer: I don't own 70S SHOW nor The Who's TOMMY. But it's really good and you should all go listen to it!
They drove in silence. When they got to her and Fez's building, he stopped the car. She opened the car door.
"Can I come up?"
"No."
"Come on, Jackie, stop being so stubborn."
"I'm not stubborn, I'm humiliated!" she snapped, and got out of the car, slamming the door angrily. He followed her into the building, and up the steps.
"Why are you humiliated?" he asked, following her into her place.
"You know damn well why!" she yelled, throwing her coat on the couch. "Fez saw me masturbating to Tommy and now you're using it to get me in bed for a meaningless romp! And you wonder why I'm humiliated! You ASS!"
"Well what about you and your stupid cheerleading outfit?!" he yelled back. "What is THAT?"
"It's called the best defense is a good offense!" she said back.
"No, it's called a mind game! I'm trying to patch things up and you're playing a mind game!"
"You aren't trying to patch things up! You're trying to get laid! You're ALWAYS trying to get laid! And shut up about mind games!" she snapped. "You beat my mind games when you dumped me for Sam. Check mate, Steven!"
"Stop throwing that in my face!" he growled. "I made a mistake!"
"Damn right you made a mistake, which is the understatement of the century, by the way! And I am NOT required to forgive you!" she said, and stormed into her bedroom. She came back out with the Tommy album. "I'm done with this, I have no use for it now. Take it back."
"You stole this?" he asked, appalled that she had done so. She threw it in his arms, and slammed her door. No way, she was not getting away with this. He followed her.
"Why did you take this album?" he demanded.
"Get out!"
"No! Why did you take this album?" he repeated.
"It great music to get off to. Plain and simple. You take it back and I'll just go get another one," she said, throwing off her shoes. Sure she'd embellished the truth a little bit, but that didn't matter in her eyes.
"Why THIS album?" he asked. "It's one of the best, man, I'll give you that, but WHY this one? Why not Zeppelin, or The Stones, or Queen?"
"Because I LIKE Tommy," she said, pulling her socks off.
"You like the other albums-."
"Not just the album, the character! Tommy Walker! He's a character too, ya know! He has feelings! Jumpin' Jack Flash doesn't have feelings," she muttered. "I like orgasming to someone who seeks emotion! It's a rarity for me."
"Hey, that's not fair," Hyde said. "I have feelings! I'm not a goddamn robot!"
"But you don't acknowledge them! You ignore them until they explode and wreak havoc upon your life and other lives around you! At least Tommy Walker understood what he was feeling and begged for others to understand too!"
"You can't date Tommy Walker! He's a fictional character!"
"I was doing a pretty good job until Fez found out and blabbed," she snipped. "And if that wasn't enough, YOU decided to take advantage of that because you hadn't had any for awhile! Psh, fingering me in a movie theater, Tommy would NEVER do that!"
"TOMMY isn't real!" he snarled. "I'm real, Jackie! I'm flawed and I'm real. I make mistakes, I do stupid things that throw my life to the side, but I'm a real person! You'd rather be with an ideal than reality!?"
"I don't want reality to hurt me anymore, Steven," she said, tears falling from her eyes. "You say you want to patch things up? Prove it!"
"How can I prove it to you?" he asked.
"If you really want to patch things up, you will face how you've made me feel," she said. "For the past year I've felt like the biggest loser and idiot because of everything that happened with Chicago, and Sam. Not a day goes by that I don't regret leaving you, because if I hadn't I'd still have you. And I wouldn't have hurt Fez, and we wouldn't be in such a bad place, you and I. But at least I made it clear that I regretted everything. What I did was wrong, but what you did was so much worse, Steven. You broke my heart and showed NO remorse. NONE."
"… I know."
"Do you?" she asked. "… Please leave." He sighed, and left her room.
As he was about to leave the apartment, he turned around, and stomped back into her room.
"What the hell?" she asked.
"I've heard a lot of how you're been feeling all these months, but now I think you should hear how I feel," he stated, pointing at her. "I've been just as miserable too, ya know! You aren't he only one who suffered from my mistakes, I did too! You say I have no remorse? I've never been so remorseful for anything! I've never hurt so bad then this past year?"
"How?" she asked.
"Seeing you sad, that was awful, and yet I let it go on because I'm some kind of goddamn masochist," he said, his emotions pouring out in a way he wasn't used to, or fond of. "When you were with Fez, I tried so hard not to punch him whenever I saw you two together because you looked happy. And then when you shut me out, I hated myself! HATED myself…. You know what I want, and I think it's what you want too."
"What do you want, Steven?" she asked, her voice quivering.
"…. Dammit, I wish you hadn't STOLEN my album because I could have really used it! But whatever, that's I the past. I don't really express myself well when it's really important, so I'm gonna let Daltrey, Townsend, Entwistle, and Moon do it for me." He yanked the second record out of the album sleeve, and set the needle in the middle of the last song, 'We're Not Gonna Take It'. He stood there, his arms crossed, and waited for it to start up.
See me, feel me.
Touch me, heal me.
See me, feel me.
Touch me, heal me.
Daltrey's begging voice struck Jackie profoundly, as it struck Hyde as well. It never occurred to him before, but it was true. Jackie Burkhart and Tommy Walker wanted the same things, ultimately. As Tommy plead to an unhearing ear, Jackie plead to Hyde. Appreciate me. Love me. And Hyde was pleading to Jackie for help. He needed someone to save him from himself. She had always been the one to do that.
He grabbed her shoulders, and kissed her fiercely. And she couldn't hold him off this time. Her emotions had taken over, as had the music and the desires it stirred within her. She kissed him back, running her hands through his hair frantically and heatedly. He backed into the door, slamming it shut, and ran his hands up under her cheerleading top. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, running itself all over the inside, and he managed to get her top off, though it ripped a little bit up the side. She stopped kissing him, jaw dropped at the destruction of her uniform. She was about to scold him, but his lips crushed hers again, and she suddenly stopped caring.
See me, feel me,
Touch me, heal me.
See me, feel me.
Touch me, heal me.
They fell onto the bed, and he pulled his shirt over his head as she pulled him to her body. He groped her breasts through her black bra (black, that's a new color for her, he thought), and kissed her neck. She impatiently unzipped his pants, and shoved his jeans from around his waist. She was desperate to feel him inside of her, especially as the song built along with her urges. They finished undressing, and he rolled on top of her. She gazed at him, and he entered her. She gasped a little bit, it had been sometime since his member had been in her, but it had been sorely missed. He slowly began to thrust, and she closed her eyes, taking in all of her senses. She wrapped an arm around his back, guiding his throes, and held the other against the bedboard. He bit her neck, and she moaned out loud.
Listening to you, I get the music.
Gazing at you, I get the heat.
Following you, I climb the mountain.
I get excitement at your feet.
He threw himself deeper and deeper into her, groaning each time. It was weird, he'd never really listened to the music before while fucking her, but he began to understand why she was so enamored with it, so to speak. Hearing her moan and keen made him go faster, desperate to make her come and love all of her.
"Oh God, Steven," she said, her orgasm building fast and hard.
"Jacks," he muttered, not really able to speak coherently at the moment. She kissed him, so hard it almost hurt, but it felt so damn good. She wrapped a leg around his back to get that last bit of leverage she needed, and she moaned and shook and writhed beneath him as her orgasm exploded almost painfully. He was close behind, and hers sent him over the edge.
Right behind you, I see the millions.
On you, I see the glory.
From you, I get opinions.
From you, I get the story.
He collapsed on top of her, and they breathed heavily and in synch. Staring at each other, the listened to the record play out as The Who repeated the last verse for what seemed like an eternity but then not quite long enough. He pulled himself from her, and laid back in the bed next to her.
"…. Will you take me back?" he asked finally. She looked at him, and smiled sadly. "I mean, are we okay now?"
"… I think we will be," she stated. "But it wasn't because of the sex, Steven."
"No?"
"No. It was because you sought out how you feel. And we really need to talk this out more."
"…. Just let me catch my breath, okay?"
"That's fine."
The next day, the gang was in the basement. Jackie and Hyde were sitting next to each other on the couch, his hand on her leg. The gang noticed but decided not to say anything. If they wanted to get back together, that was their decision. Donna was going to confront Jackie about the whole thing, and giving in, but decided that maybe it wasn't her place.
"Well I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to get a popsicle," Jackie stated, standing up. She pranced to the freezer.
"How was the movie?" Eric asked.
"Clearly it was good," Hyde stated.
"Clearly it had a bigger impact than I thought," Eric threw back. As Jackie reached into the freezer for a popsicle, Hyde began to whistle "See Me, Feel Me". Jackie turned, and licked the frozen treat suggestively.
"You guys, I just remembered that I forgot something in my car," she stated. "Steven, would you come help me find it?"
"That's cool," he said, standing. She smiled, and they walked out the door. Eric watched after them.
"You better not be thinking about Jackie right now," Donna said.
"I'm not," Eric stated, though he was certainly thinking about that popsicle and how lucky it was. And how lucky Hyde was too. "So. I think maybe I should put on some 'Tommy'-."
"Don't you even dare!"
THE END