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The two weeks didn't just feel like an eternity. They were a fucking eternity.

It was near impossible to think about anything else, but the fact that Sky had said she didn't want to wait anymore, and during those two weeks, Hawk went through every detail of their heated night together in his mind, starting with making out against the tree trunk, ending with his fingers between Sky's legs. After that - well, his imagination took over from there, and in his dreams, he was coming into her every way imaginable, over and over again–

"A penny for your thoughts," Sky said with a tone that told Hawk she knew exactly what he was thinking about, and it made his cheeks heat.

He realized he'd been standing in front of the opened fridge, staring into its depths for some time now, and he still had no idea if there was milk in there or not.

Milk.

He snatched the carton and slammed the door of the fridge, poured himself a glass, and took a cooling sip.

"You want some?" he asked, but Sky shook her head, the curls bouncing around her face.

"No, I'm good."

They were at his house, in the kitchen. It was the first day after the two-week forced separation (sure, they'd seen at school and at the dojo, but it wasn't the same), and having Sky here in his home like this, was fucking awesome. He had waited for this day for months, and now that it was finally here, just seeing her sitting at the kitchen table made his hormones go over the roof.

She was so incredibly pretty in her pink button-up shirt and her high waist jeans, her hair falling in big, loose curls to her shoulders, and sometimes Hawk still struggled to believe a girl that hot would voluntarily be with him. Sky could've hooked up with anyone, and she had chosen him? And today he would finally take her into his bed, and–

"Eli–" someone said at the kitchen door, and Hawk snapped out of his heated dreams. His throat bobbed, as he turned his glance from Sky to Mom.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going now. There's food in the fridge, just pop it in the microwave, okay? There's enough for the both of you."

"Thank you, Mrs. Moskowitz," Sky said with an angelic smile.

"We'll go to the dojo soon," Eli commented. "I'll eat after that."

"Okay," Mom replied. "Just remember to eat, you're looking skinny."

"Yeah, okay–" he said. "I'll eat. Don't worry, Mom."

Mom turned the car keys in her fingers and glanced from Hawk to Sky as if she wanted to say something more, but then didn't. Giving them one more smile, she left and Hawk heard how the front door opened and closed.

He gave it a couple of moments more, sipping on the milk, just to make sure Mom was really gone, and that she hadn't forgotten something like her purse or her jacket or something else, which would fucking ruin everything, but–

"A book club, huh?" Sky asked with a grin.

"Yeah, every Monday," Hawk replied, and finished the milk.

He licked his lips, a nervous gesture. At the school, he had asked her if she wanted to come over today, that the house was empty, and she had blushed but said yes, and he had assumed that this meant they would finally do it. But now, he suddenly felt awkward, nervous, hesitant - and it annoyed him beyond belief.

To Hell with this!

Just be a fucking alpha and stop quivering!

He tossed the empty glass into the sink and turned his eyes back to Sky, who stood up and walked to him. There was a smile in her eyes, and a promise that went straight to Hawk's gut, sent a shiver of need through his core. He had never wanted her more than at this moment, had never feared for rejection more.

His hand was trembling slightly, as he reached it to pull her close.

"Thank God for books, eh?" Sky said, as she snuggled close and snaked her arms around his waist. "So you're sure she isn't coming back anytime soon?"

"I'm sure–" his voice was already thick in his throat, his heart was hammering in his chest, so fucking loud he was sure Sky heard it. "We have the house."

"Then why aren't you kissing me already?" Sky asked with a wicked grin, and that was all it took - Hawk buried his hands into her hair and obeyed. Sky's lips opened to him even before their mouths crashed together, his tongue dipped deep between her lips, into the slick heat that always drove him nuts.

Finally!

She smelled like vanilla and her lips tasted like strawberry lip gloss, and he was filled with her scent, her taste, the feeling of her soft curves under his touch, all his senses overflowing with her.

And if he was burning, so was she. It was like kissing a flame - she was all fire and heat under his touch, her body melted against his own. Gone were the inhibitions and hesitations now - her body was a fucking Heaven on Earth, and he wanted it.

He was already hard, his erection was pressed tight against her, and he knew she must have felt it because she was squirming to get even closer, her hands were on his hips, gripping the fabric of his pants.

His throat thick and dry, Hawk broke the kiss and pulled back enough to see her face - her bright-eyed, flushed face.

"Sky–" he began, but she didn't let him even finish that sentence that would have been a question.

"Yes," she said. "Yes, yes, yes, thousand times yes–!"

And then she was kissing him again, and it felt like jumping down a cliff, the thrill making Hawk's heart slam against his sternum with a frantic, adrenaline-pumped beat.

"You sure?" he asked once more, as he began to pull her shirt off her jeans, but her only reply was to draw him back into the kiss, to suck his lower lip into her mouth, and that was all the reassurance Hawk needed.

He wasn't gonna wait anymore.

It is finally happening, finally–!

But why the fuck were there so many buttons in her shirt, and why were they so fucking tiny? He fumbled with them for an eternity, his hands were clumsy and too fucking slow, and he wanted to just rip off that blasted shirt–

Sky broke the kiss, laughing. "Let me–"

She opened the buttons quickly and brushed off the shirt so that it fell to the floor.

For a moment Hawk couldn't even breathe.

"You're so fucking beautiful–" he managed through his thick throat, as his eyes devoured her. Of course, he had known the shape of her body, had felt it against his own when kissing her, but fuck - seeing her like this, standing in his kitchen wearing nothing but the high waist jeans and a pink lace bra—

Is that the same bra she was wearing in my room that night–?

The night of their first kiss. Hawk remembered with perfect clarity how she had laid down on his bed, opened her shirt, and revealed the skin underneath, the scar on her shoulder, the incredibly cute pink bra–

He remembered how desperately he had wanted her, how he had thought he'd never in a million years have a chance with her. And now - here she was, standing half-naked in front of him, and all he could do was to stare at her fucking bra—

That thing needed to go. It needed to go, now.

His hands were back on her, he fumbled with the clasp but finally managed to undo it, the bra came loose and he threw it away, wrapped his arms around her, and just like that Sky was kissing him again. Their tongues tangled, and she was making these soft moans and sighs into the kiss, every sound telling Hawk that he wasn't the only one wanting, that she needed him too.

He was so high on her that his head was spinning. The hardness in his pants was driving him mad, and all he could think about was having her heat around his dick, having her sprawled in his bed, getting between her legs and–

The condoms–!

We really need to go to my room.

That thought made him break the kiss, to take a couple of deep breaths.

"Hawk, I love you—" she panted softly. "I fucking love you!"

"I love you too," he groaned, his lips brushing hers. "Sky, I want you—"

"Yes–!" she breathed that word again, that word that crushed all his doubts, made him forget about his room, about the condoms.

He kissed her again, even deeper, their mouths merging together all sloppy and hot and wet. She was moaning as he walked her backward to the table, pushed her against it, and lifted her up so that she was sitting on top of it, and he could get between her legs. Her skin was so soft under his touch, he ran his hands over her back, feeling the spine under the smooth skin, the edges of her shoulder blades, and then, bringing his slightly trembling hand on her chest–

Sky whimpered into his mouth, as his fingers gripped her breast. The softness of her skin, the hardness of her nipple against his palm fucking fried his brain.

"You're so fucking beautiful—" he breathed, his lips moving to her neck, to her shoulder - he felt the rough skin of the scar under his lips, and he licked it, circling his tongue around it.

Sky shivered, her hands that were on his neck moved to cup his face and brought it back up.

"Do you mean that?" She asked, her eyes wide and dark, and he felt her insecurity in his gut like a punch.

How could it be that she loved his scar (he knew because she had told him so) and thought it was sexy and bad-ass, but she hated her own? He knew she never showed that scar to anyone, even Hawk had only seen it a couple of times - once in his room and once at the dojo - and yeah, it was big and it was raw, but it wasn't ugly like she thought it was. It simply was a part of her and so he loved it like he loved every fucking detail about her, every freckle on the bridge of her nose, every smooth curve and hollow of her body.

"You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he replied slightly out of breath.

"But—"

"You're fucking gorgeous," he looked her deep in the eye, and something softened in her gaze. "And I want you more than anything."

"Then kiss me," she begged, her hands sliding up his arms, to his shoulders and his neck, and he did as he was told. His hands gripped her denim-covered hips, as he pushed himself between her thighs, pushed his clothed erection against her core and she fucking moaned into the kiss.

To think that his closeness was doing this to her, was making these sounds erupt from her throat–

His hungry mouth went back to devouring her neck, leaving purple marks on her beautiful skin, and between the kisses, he managed to rasp: "You wanna go to my room?"

She didn't answer. Her hands were on the waistband of his pants, pulling on the strings that held them fast.

Holy fuck–!

"I've got condoms–" he groaned.

"No," her breathing was shallow, her voice was thin. "Not now–"

"Sky–"

They were in his fucking kitchen! Even if Hawk knew they were home alone, he still felt exposed. Surely she didn't mean they'd fuck on the kitchen table? And without a condom? That would be fucking insanity–

But her fingers had loosened the strings and were now pulling down his pants and underwear, and every coherent thought left Hawk's mind.

"Sky, fuck–" he didn't know what he was about to say - surely it was something about them really needing to get out of here, to climb up the stairs and go to his room, but his fucking room was not just upstairs, it was in another dimension, millions of light-years away, and he knew he would not make it up there for Sky's hand had found his dick, and his brain was blown out of his skull through his fucking ears.

"I love you, Eli–" Sky breathed, her lips by his ear. "I want you to know that I fucking love you."

His response came out as a whine.

She began to slide her fingers on his length, her touch light at first, almost hesitating, but he was fucking whimpering under that gentle touch. His fingers gripped her thighs as his life depended on it, his brow fell against hers.

Her fingers curled around his dick, and he moaned out loud.

It was better than anything, it made everything inside him tighten, tremble, swell.

"My room–?" he tried again with a strangled voice.

But she just grinned like a vixen and brought her other hand on his cock too, her grip on him tightening as she began to pump him with both hands.

With painful clarity Hawk realized he was probably supposed to do something - to kiss her, to fucking touch her to make her feel like this too - that he was supposed to rip those jeans off her and bury his fingers into the sweet heat of her core, but those thoughts, those images just flashed through his mind as he just fucking stood there, unable to move, unable to think, unable to anything but just fall into this insane pleasure.

"Is this good?" she breathed, meeting his eyes. "Or do you like it harder?"

Fucking Hell!

"Harder–" he barely managed that one word. He squirmed closer to her, between her denim-covered thighs as she gripped him tighter, drawing a moan of pure, raw pleasure from his lips.

"Like this?"

"Yes–" he growled through his thick throat. "Yes, ohmygod, Sky–"

He couldn't help the movement of his hips, the primitive urge to get more, more, more of her, more of that insane pleasure she was giving him, and so he began to rock his hips, every push making his dick slide into the tight, sweet heat of her hands around him, and it was so fucking good it left him a whimpering idiot, nothing but a fool begging for her touch.

"Sky–"

She was sighing and moaning. Her hands were gripping him tight now, tight and gentle at the same time and the taste of strawberry lip gloss filled his senses as her soft lips were almost touching his. "Yeah, babe–" she breathed. "This feel good?"

"Please–"

His lips found hers again, she sucked his upper lip into her mouth and her tongue danced on it, licked it as if she couldn't get enough of his taste, all the while her hands were working him, harder, faster–

"Shit–" he groaned into the kiss, "Sky, fucking Hell, I'm gonna—"

"I know," she sighed, her lips brushing his. "I want you to."

That was all it took.

A tsunami of pleasure washed through his core, and he couldn't stop it, didn't even try. He groaned as he came, his cum gushing out of him in hot bursts, the ecstasy of it almost making him black out.

Through his ringing ears, he heard how Sky gasped and then laughed, her hands still gripping his cock, working him through the mind-blowing bliss.

Oh God, oh God, oh God–!

He had never come like that in his life, no orgasm ever had left him this shattered, like he'd died and been reborn, like he'd been burnt to ashes and then made whole again.

It took a moment to come down from that unspeakable high, a moment when he was fighting to catch a breath, his chest heaving as his heart was trying to break through his sternum.

He took a deep, shaky breath, then another.

They were still in the kitchen. She was still sitting topless on their fucking breakfast table and he was standing between her legs, his fingers buried in the softness of her denim-covered ass. And she was still holding his throbbing dick in her hands, and his cum–

Shit–!

He had come all over them.

He swallowed as he glanced down just to see her hands and the front of his black Cobra Kai T-shirt covered with white strands.

Suddenly he felt embarrassed, his cheeks that were already burning heated even more.

"Sky–" he could barely speak. "I'm sorry–"

But she smiled, and fuck, she looked happier than he had ever seen her. That smile could've lit up any room and it lit up his heart, his mind, his whole fucking world.

"Shut up, that was fucking amazing," she said, and finally let go of his member, wiping her hands on his T-shirt. "I wanted that."

"But–" he swallowed. His hands were on her thighs now, their faces still only inches apart and her scent of vanilla mixed with the scent of sex filled his nostrils.

"But what?"

"I wanna touch you too," he breathed. "I want to make you feel good."

She smiled even wider, and then placed a kiss on his lips, a kiss that was deep and hot and gentle and beautiful, all at the same time.

"Next time," she said and pressed her sticky hands on his chest to push him away. "We have to go to the dojo now."

"Fuck the dojo," Hawk said - a sentence he never would've thought of saying. "Let's go to my room, Sky."

But she was pushing him away and slipped down from the table. Her cheeks were red, her eyes were wide and she looked so incredibly hot that while pulling his pants back up, Hawk was already wanting more, needing more of her. He knew he'd be ready to go again in a matter of minutes, and this time he'd last longer, and he'd make her come so hard that she would be seeing stars too.

He reached for her, and pulled her into his arms, cradling her half-naked form against his chest, not giving a fuck that his cum-stained shirt was glued against the bare skin of her chest and belly.

"Come on–" he murmured close to her ear. "Let's skip karate, just this once."

"Hey, you got a tournament coming up in a couple of weeks, champ," Sky said, suddenly sounding a lot more serious. "You don't wanna fuck that up, do you?"

That made Hawk pull back so that he could take a look at her face.

"You mean that we have a tournament coming up, right?"

She bit her lip and turned her eyes down.

"Babe-" she said. "I'm not gonna compete in the tournament."

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