hyde hated to admit it, but he was starting to feel more than a general sense of lust around you.

ever since that first time together, a result of boredom, loneliness, a little bit of weed, you and him had been sneaking around together. it was getting harder too keep it a secret, especially since red had caught you sneaking out last week and was begging to know when hyde was going to ask you out.

he couldn't keep his eyes off you during the circle now, either. and it sucked. he just wanted to get high with his friends, man! not be watching you with a dopey smile while you made flower chains with kitty's petunias or sang songs from hair the musical to yourself. especially when out of the corner of his eye he could see jackie, watching with both contempt...and hurt. ever since he took the fall for her drugs, he couldn't get rid of her. the worst part is, he could tell you were jealous too. you had hardly spoken to him when he got back.

you held your hands out, frowning.

"jackie!" you whined. "my nails chipped! you said the top coat would make it so it didn't!"

"well, i'm sorry. maybe if you would stop digging around in the dirt like some sort of weirdo they would last longer!"

you frowned.

"that was mean, jackie."

"maybe stop being such a goddamn slut then."

good times over. it felt like the wind had been sucked out of the room. eric and donna looked over, shocked. kelso and fez both looked a little shocked, but more turned on then anything. sure, jackie was mean, but she was closer with you than anyone else in the group. your mom and jackie's mom had been friends for years. you had grown up together.

"i...i don't know what you mean?"

"you've been throwing yourself at my steven for weeks now! it's pathetic!"

"jackie, that was mean!" donna shouted.

"yeah, jackie," you sniffled, eyes welling with tears. "you're so not invited to my rumours listening party in february!"

you jumped off the couch, dashing out the back door of the forman's basement.

"what the hell, jackie!" hyde shouted. "you made her cry!"

jackie shrugged.

"you're mine. she's my friend, she should know not to mess around with something that's mine. once when we were younger, she borrowed my favorite doll and i bit her."

"you're kind of a bad friend," fez spoke, before turning quickly. "can i come over and take your doll so you'll bite me?"

"fez, that's gross. she's got teeth, she's like a goddamn vampire!" kelso said, before yelling his infamous "BURN!"

"if i may interject-" eric started before donna clapped a hand over his mouth. eric pulled donna's hand off. "her and hyde have been sleeping together for a month. i caught them together."

"eric!" donna yelled.

jackie whipped her head to look at hyde. oh, shit.

"you've been sleeping with her for a month? when you knew i liked you! after you risked your life to go to jail for me?"

"yeah, i didn't want you to get in trouble. not because i like you or anything. and espeically not now. jesus, i've gotta go find her. she's probably halfway to her house to put a hex on you with her candles!"

hyde bolted out the back door. to his surprise, you were not far, you were sitting on the back end of eric's vista cruiser, wiping your eyes.

"forman opened his big dumb mouth about us," hyde said, sitting down next to you.

"really?" you sniffled, wiping your eyes. "you would think after the 'i do it too' moment he would learn to shut up."

"yeah, i know. but hey...at least jackie knows it's not you pathetically flirting with me."

"but she hates my guts. and she's going to hate my guts forever. i should have told her. now she's spent months pining for you and i just sat there and let her."

"well, if she wasn't so self-centered she would have noticed the look on your face."

"i guess you're right."

still, you looked forlornly at the ground.

"hyde," you started, before taking a big breath. "am i ever going to be more than a hook-up to you?"

hyde was silent. you looked up at him, desperately awaiting an answer. none came. fuck. tears sprung into your eyes again.

"shit...no...don't cry. you know i'm not good at this crap, but...you never...dammit...you never were just a hook-up..."

"w-what?"

"i...guess...i like you. a lot. i always thought you were cool. way too cool to be friends with jackie. you knew sabbath, man! you're just so...yourself. like when you dressed up as stevie nicks for halloween when no one else dressed up. except fez...but he's...he's fez."

you giggled, wiping your eyes.

"i'm not good at this mushy crap. everyone who's ever loved me has left. edna, bud...i'm not used to it."

"it's okay. i know that about you. but i'm still here. i'm not going anywhere."

you slowly leaned in, pressing your lips against hyde's.

"besides," you said as you pulled away. "what other man around here is going to give me three orgasms in one night?"

hyde laughed and put his arm around you, albeit a little awkwardly. for as much as he put his hands all over you during sex, he sure was nervous as hell to do anything intimate.

"hey."

you saw as a sheepish jackie walked around the the driveway. you wanted to stare at her coldly, but she actually looked...sorry.

"hey," you said, standing up to face her.

"can we talk?"

you turned back around to hyde, who was staring daggers at jackie threw his sunglasses.

"don't make me girlfriend cry again."

you were too nervous to talk to jackie to get excited about him calling you that. still, it didn't go unnoticed.

"girlfriend, huh?" jackie said. "i'm...i'm happy for you."

"i'm sorry i didn't tell you. that was a shitty move."

"no, don't apologize. i should have known something was up. you've been wearing more scarves than usual. and besides, you've known me for years. i'd be scared to tell me too."

you chuckled, and an awkward pause was felt by both of you. you looked into your best friend's eyes, filled with the most sorry you had ever seen. you couldn't stand it. you grabbed jackie and pulled her into a massive hug.

"donna rip you a new one in there?"

"oh you have no idea."

you pulled away, grabbing jackie's hand. together you walked into the basement again.

"holy crap!" kelso yelled as you walked in, hand-in-hand. "she's sleeping with hyde and is gay for jackie?!"

you and jackie both whacked michael.

"no, dumb ass! she's my best friend, and we're girls! it's what we do!" you shouted at him.

"so...you guys are good?" asked hyde.

"yeah, we're good," jackie said with a smile. "i'm sorry too, hyde."

"damn, donna, you really tore her one. wait. where did eric and donna go."

kelso and fez snickered.

"i think eric likes his women mean," fez said with a dumb smile.

"jesus, you guys. look, it's getting late, we should probably head home," jackie said. "michael, you're driving."

kelso whined, before saying goodbye and leaving with fez and jackie. you and hyde were left alone, just the two of you.

"so...girlfriend, huh?"

"i mean, if that's okay with you."

"yeah, that's good with me."

hyde grabbed your hand and you followed him to his closet bedroom in the basement. he took his time with you, cradling you in his arms and holding you the tighest you had ever felt. he made you feel good in ways you never felt before. that next morning you woke up again to see red forman in the basement.

"you again?!" he shouted. "don't you have to be at a protest for peace or something?"

"uh...yeah...see ya, big guy!"

you bolted out the back door again.

"is she your girlfriend yet?" red asked as hyde meandered out of his room.

"my hands just feel so...bubbly!"

hyde looked down at you like you were crazy. of course, it was not your first time getting high, far from it, actually, but the mix of staying up past three in the morning and having been smoking since a little before eleven pm was really catching up on you. currently, you were laid across the foreman's basement couch, your legs lazily draped across hyde's lap.

"jesus, you say the weirdest shit when you're high," hyde said, "and when you're sober. you're just a weirdo, aren't you?"

"nuh-uh!" you protested. "you say weird shit too, like how the government is out to get you and is going to put chips in our arms one day!"

"yeah, cause they are. you just say weird shit, like that."

you pouted. you and hyde had been doing your thing for a few months now. it was easier when his mom was never home, but now since he was living in the foreman's basement it was getting harder to sneak around. just yesterday eric had come downstairs to get laundry from the dryer and caught you sneaking out the back door in hyde's black sabbath t-shirt and pajama pants that were way too big for you. of course, eric wouldn't snitch (after all you had heard all about their escapades from donna), but one day you were certain red, kitty, or even laurie were gonna come down the stairs and then you would be in deep shit.

hyde was never one for showing affection. even after sex, he mostly just laid next to you and sometimes asked if you needed water. but he fucked you so good you didn't even care. yeah, maybe that meaned you needed just a tad bit more self-respect, but it was the goddamn 70s! women could have fun and sleep around! it wasn't a crime. still, you often caught him with a hand rubbing your arm when he thought you were asleep or too high to remember. right now, you could feel a big hand caressing your knee. you began to squirm under the feeling.

"yeah?"

"s-shut up."

hyde laughed, his voice low and dark. his hand continued further up your leg, reaching your inner thigh. you were wearing a long skirt, with nothing underneath. your feminist book club had said it was good to let her breathe down there when you could.

"nothing under there, huh?" hyde said, sliding his hand right in between your legs. "you really are a slut sometimes."

that too. easy access was another big plus.

"h-hyde," you whined.

"tell me what you need."

"need...fingers!"

"i think you can use more words than that, right?"

"please! i need your fingers!"

you lifted your hips, sliding the long skirt completely off. hyde's fingers slightly danced against your clit, before he began rubbing it gently in slow, small circles. how he got so good at this, you didn't wanna know. but it felt so good. you felt your core tighten, the weed making you feel everything even more intensely than usual.

"gonna cum already, slut?" hyde chuckled, beginning to rub your clit even faster.

"yes, ugh! please...fuck!"

you felt your core tighten and very, very quickly, you felt an orgasm wash over you. your legs spasmed and felt like jelly.

"t-thank you," you muttered. you started to reach for your skirt, but hyde pulled your hand away.

"nah, i think you can give me another."

this time, hyde scooted down, half laying on the couch and half kneeling on the floor, face right in between your thighs. donna had said eric had only done this a few times, and jackie said kelso flat-out refused, but hyde seemed to love it. it was one of the only things that could make him break that laissez-faire "whatever" chill asshole thing he had going.

hyde's mouth quickly capture your clit, sucking on it gently. since you were still sensitive from the first orgasm, you whined excessively as hyde's tongue poked your clit gently. your hands tangled into his curly hair, tugging as hyde was basically sucking the life out of you from between your legs. his tongue poked your entrance, before he slid his tongue into the wet, dripping hole. you bit your lip, trying desperately to not let out the loudest, naughtiest moans of your life.

hyde gave your clit one last suck, before you once again felt yourself cum.

"needy girl," hyde said. "you think you got one more for me, huh? you wanna feel me inside your pussy?"

"yes, hyde please!"

hyde undid his belt, pulling his jeans down with his boxers. he positioned himself at your entrance, slowly sliding in. your eyes rolled back as he slid out almost entirely, then slammed back in. his dick felt so good inside you, stretching you out.

"all i need to do is get you a little high and you're the neediest slut in the world," hyde said in between thrusts. "who are you a slut for, baby? come on, tell me."

"you, hyde! just you!"

it made you feel good to admit this, but hyde never lasted long inside you. your third orgasm hit quickly, and hyde pulled out just in time, releasing on your chest with a moan. he sat there on his knees for a second, before grabbing a box of tissues off the side table, wiping your stomach with them. while you laid back, trying to recover from your three orgasms, hyde picked your skirt off the ground. you tried to stand, but your shaky legs wouldn't let you. hyde rolled his eyes.

"here, i got you."

hyde picked you up, something you had never seen before from him. he carried you to his small room in the basement, covering you with a blanket before crawling in next to you. the last thing you felt and heard before drifting into sleep was a gentle kiss on your forehead and a

“sweet dreams.”

that next morning…

you found the back door quickly, pulling it open.

“now what the hell are you doing in my basement, flower child!”

you turned your head slowly in fear, red foreman glaring daggers at you.

“uhh…nice to see you, bye!”

you bolted out the back door, not wanting your ass to become a hat, as eric would say.

“now when are going to ask her to be your girlfriend?” red shouted at hyde after you had left. “stop being a dumbass!”

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The Camaro pulled into the forest clearing carefully, followed by Mr. Burkhart's Lincoln. The group climbed out and surveyed the party ahead, a large bonfire in the center of the woods with some guys working on getting it lit. Teens dotted the clearing in schools like fish, and there was a small stand where someone was taking money in exchange for cups of beer from a keg that caught the moonlight.

A few yards away, Hyde spotted Todd Allen in a group of other meatheaded jocks, or so he assumed. And just like he'd thought, where there was Todd, there was a ditzy, brace-faced blonde right beside him. Following his gaze, Donna lit up, calling out to her cousin. "No, don't-" Hyde started, sighing when he saw the aforementioned girl turn around, smile equally bright. Must be genetic.

"Hey, you made it!" Della chirped, making him roll his eyes.

"Yeah, no shit, I drove your car, remember?" He scoffed, dangling her keys in front of her, just out of her reach. Donna raised a brow at his sudden mood shift but didn't address it immediately. "Don't worry, I was babysat the whole ride."

Despite his attempts to sour her mood, Della smiled still. "I'm just glad you all made it. I had Donna go because the gears can stick sometimes, and she knows how to fix it." Hyde softened a bit, realizing that the arrangement wasn't born out of a lack of trust, at least not on her end.

"Didn't stick for me," He shrugged, kicking a rock as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"That's a relief," She chuckled as the rest of the gang wandered over before slinking off into different conversations. Hyde suddenly felt out of place, resigning to walk back to the car to get the bag he'd left in the glovebox.

Weaving through the makeshift parking lot, he passed a familiar-looking GTO, but brushed it off as he slid back into the car to roll a joint. A loud slam nearby shook his concentration, and the paper unrolled, green spilling into his lap. "God fucking damnit," He hissed quietly, trying to retrieve what he could from between his legs. After deeming that he'd saved enough, he leaned forward, deciding to use the dash as a rolling tray. It was then that he noticed the GTO in front of him... was rocking.

At first, he smirked, shaking his head at the telltale sign of teenage desire, but he paused when he recognized the license plate number. He'd seen it before, earlier in the week when Della got home from her date with Todd. "Son of a bitch," He whispered, eyes storming over, knowing that Dorky Della was laid out in the back seat of that car, letting Todd do God knows what.

Before he realized it, he'd twisted off the end of the joint and tossed it into the cupholder and exited the car, stomping toward the GTO. He suddenly paused. What the hell was he doing? He didn't have any right or reason to be upset- and yet he was. What was he even going to do when he got to the car? Pull her out of it? Throw a fit?

Finally, he decided to walk past it, hoping maybe a drink would soothe his jealousy- jealousy? No, he wasn't jealous, Steven Hyde didn't get jealous. He was just... protective. Della was inexperienced in dating; she didn't know how guys could be. As her friend, it was his job to look out for her. That was definitely it.

As he approached the keg, he paused, blood running cold when he heard that unmistakable, annoying laughter that only Della could produce. He followed the sound, eyes tracking the crowd until they settled on her, still standing beside Donna, never having strayed from the spot he left her in.

Glancing back at the car, it was still rocking, so obviously he could see it from yards away. A smirk rolled onto his face as he shoved the cash he'd fished out for his beer back into his pocket. Now he had probable cause to be nosy. He owed it to Della to find out who was in that car.

He strode over confidently, peeking into the fogged window to see a bare, muscular back blocking his view. He smuggly knocked on the window and the rocking suddenly halted. "Fuck off!" A shaky male voice called from inside.

"We're just gonna talk," Hyde replied, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. "I wanna know for future referance who you got in there that's easy enough to let you hit it less than a hundred feet away from your girlfriend."

Todd’s face darkened and he shifted to sit upright in a way that still protected the identity of the girl with him. "Christ, not this jackass," He cracked the door open begrudgingly, muttering lowly. “Look, how much you want to keep this quiet?”

“How much you got?” Hyde smirked, prompting the other man to fish into his discarded jeans.

“I got a ten, that’s it.” Todd scoff, handing it to him, which he pocketed.

“So, what’s her name?” He pressed, leaning on the edge of the car, peeking into the car. “No way, Pam Macy? How’s it going in here, sweetheart?”

Pam sneered and covered herself as she sat upright, making herself small in the backseat. Todd moved in front of her. “So we’re cool? You’re not gonna tell Della?”

“Oh no, I’m telling Della.” Hyde snorted, backing away from the car as Todd scrambled into his clothes.

“H-Hey, no, I paid you off!” He stuttered as he tumbled out of the car.

“You made a generous donation actually,” He laughed as he started to walk away. “I never agreed to be paid off.

“Y-You can’t tell her!” Todd stammered, barefoot in the mud, belt unbuckled, shirt unbuttoned. “She’ll be devastated, you really wanna be the one to do that to her?”

For whatever reason, the insinuation that it was Hyde’s fault boiled his blood and he stopped in his tracks. “What?”

Todd’s eyes widened and he swallowed nervously. “C’mon, you’ve gone through girls like this,” He reasoned. “You know Della’s type.”

“And what type is that?” Hyde suddenly snapped, turning to face him. “Sayin’ she’s too ugly for you? Too much of a misfit?”

“Woah,” Todd held up his hands in a placating gesture. “I didn’t say none of that,”

“Then what the hell are you saying, Todd?” Hyde jeered, taking a step closer and poking an accusatory finger at his chest. “Actually, better yet, tell me, what do you see in her? If you can fuck Pam Macy in the back of your car, what the hell are you doing with some nerdy metal mouth sophomore?”

Todd grimaced with confusion. He'd always suspected Hyde harbored some kind of feeling for Della- whether it was romantic or not, he wasn't sure- but it this almost sounded mean spirited in nature. "I-I just mean, look at her," He stammered. "You know she's not exactly getting nominated for prom queen."

Hyde tilted his head in a look that crossed malice and curiosity. "Oh yeah, and what's a pretty boy like you doing with an ugly duckling like her?"

"You know her type, I know you do," The jock argued nervously. "The ugly one's are usually easy..."

"Easy...?" Hyde replied, fists balling at his sides. "You were only dating Della because you thought she'd be easy?"

Warmth crept up Todd's neck as he rubbed the back of it. "Look, don't pretend you haven't done it." Without another word, Hyde's fist closed around his half unbottoned shirt. "W-Woah, man, let me go. What are you doing?"

"Telling Della." He answered flatly as he began to drag him back toward the bonfire, leaving Pam to scurry out of the car and to safety.

"No, man, you'll break her heart!" Todd argued weakly, trying to wrestle out of his grasp.

"Oh, I'm not telling her." Hyde scoffed. "You are."

He found Della in the same place she'd always been, standing in the warmth of the fire, beer in hand, taking small sips. Her back was turned to him, listening intently to whatever gossip Donna and Jackie were trading. Donna spotted the pair first, facing the driection they were coming from. "Oh my God, Hyde! What the hell are you doing?" She shouted, promting Della to glance back, equally confused.

"Del," Hyde huffed, already tired from dragging her boyfriend over while he struggled. "Todd's got something to tell you."

Della turned to face them fully, her expression carrying suspicion, confusion, and the protntial for upset. She studied them for a moment, Hyde especially. She had never seen him look so intense. Annoyed, sure. Angry, on occasion. But there seemed to be a mixture of hatred and vindication radiating from behind his shades. "No, I don't, baby. Don't listen to him." Todd panted, still weakly trying to slip away. Her eyes darted to him next, barely standing, weakly pushing against his capture's chest. He looked desperate, disheveled and...guilty.

"Tell her," Hyde spat, wrestling him into a headlock. "Tell her the truth or I'm gonna kick your ass all up and down this clearing."

"Tell me what?" Della asked, voice softly skeptical, almost fearful. "Baby, what's he talking about?"

"Nothing- ah, fuck! Be cool, be cool!" He hissed as Hyde took a fist full of his hair.

"Fucking tell her or I will!" He snapped. "And I'll still beat your ass!"

"Hyde, what's going on? Let him go!" Della interviened, unnerved and shifting uncomfortably. "Please, someone just tell me what's going on."

"He's fucking two-timing you, Del." Hyde mutters, flexing his bicep against her boyfriend's throat. "I saw it myelf, he had Pam Macy in the back of his car. He tried to bribe me not to tell you-"

"That can't be true," Della muttered dismissively, souring his expression further. "Baby, you wouldn't do that to me, right?" Todd stared down at the ground, unable to meet her gaze. "Right?"

"It's true," He sighed, seeming almost releived. The pressure on his neck was lessened slightly.

"W-What?" She stammered, tears immediately brimming his eyes. "W-Why would you do that?"

Hyde suddenly felt sick. When he came up with this plan, he thought he'd feel victorious, but in hindsight, maybe forcing them to have this conversation with an audiance of a hundred plastered teenagers was a bad move. "Tell her what you told me, jackass." He muttered coldly, tightening his grip again.

"Okay, okay!" Todd croaked. "It's because you wore tights to our date the other night!"

"Yeah, Della, the tights-" Hyde shook his head incredulously. "Wait- tights?"

"Yeah! Nerdy girls are supposed to be easy! What kinda prude chick wears tights to the drive in!" Todd finally snaps, shuffling out of Hyde's grasp, taking advantage of his confusion. "It's like you were trying to block me on purpose!"

"Y-You said you liked my tights," Della stammered, remembering the mustard color tights she'd worn under the green corduroy number she picked out for the date. "I-It was cold... I didn't-"

"Yeah 'cuz I wanted to get them off you!" Without warning, Hyde's hand fell on his shoulder, turning him toward him before his fist connected with his face. Todd fell back, cradling his nose as blood trickled from the left nostil. "Dude, what the fuck! You said you wouldn't hit me if I told her!"

"No," Hyde panted, stepping over him. "I said I was gonna kick your ass if you didn't. I never agreed not to either way." He crouched down in front of him, gripping the front of his shirt again. "Now apologize."

"S-Sorry,"

"Mean it." Hyde snapped, raising his fist back again. "Dude, I swear to God-"

"I-I'm sorry, Della!" Todd flinched, squeezing his eyes tight as he raised his arms in self defense. "I'm sorry, you deserve better! N-Now let me go, please..." Seeing the tears roll down her cheeks, Hyde finally relented, packing up his anger issues in favor of making sure she was alright. Not before giving Todd one more wallop, though. When he went flat on the ground, near tears, the aggressor stood and stepped over him, kicking his ribs on the way.

"Hey," Hyde said softly, closing in on her and pulling her against him without a second thought. "C'mere. You okay?" She didn't answer, simply burying her face into his neck, tears making her hair stick to his skin. "Shh, shh, I know, I know..." He cooed, uncharacteristically softly as Donna and Jackie crowded around them

"C-Can you take me home?" Della finall whispered softly near his ear and he nodded against her temple. After excusing them, he pulled her toward the car, gently guiding her through the crowd.

On the way, he picked up a gnarly looking stone and placed it in her hands, clasing them around it to emphasize the importance of her keeping it. "What's this for?" She sniffled.

"You'll see." He smirked, escorting her to the car with his palm in the small of her back.

When the pair passed Todd's GTO, Hyde stopped her and closed his hand around hers. "Wanna know the best part of breaking up? Revenge." He pressed the rock within her hand to the door of the sleek, black car and drug it down the entire length multiple times.

"W-Won't we get in trouble?" She muttered quietly, though she didn't attempt to stop him.