Unfocused
By: pnaixrose
Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It or any of its characters.
Summary: All those years of training and meditation seemed to have failed Jack when all he could think about is a certain blonde black belt...
Seaford has been in a sweltering heat wave these past few days ever since Kim officially returned from the Otai Academy in Japan. The Wasabi Warriors hadn't really noticed the slow onset of the heat with everything that had been happening. After all, the gang had been caught up in the thought of Rudy moving to Japan and becoming a Grandmaster at Otai. But now that things have finally settled down and Rudy decided to stay in Seaford, the heat wave had come full force. Not that anybody minded too much. Jerry, Milton, and Rudy were especially fond of the sundresses and bikinis that girls everywhere started to don regularly on the wharf. In fact, the gang was currently celebrating Rudy's "not-going-away-party" on the beach soaking a few rays, (not so) discreetly scouting chicks, and planning on playing a quick game of beach volleyball.
With Jerry burying Rudy's body neck deep in the sand a few feet away, a pasty Milton with 100 SPF lathered all over his body noticed that his fellow black belt lying in the beach chair next to him was a lot more jittery than usual. Normally, Jack was the king of being relaxed and composed – well, compared to the rest of them at least. Lately, Jack seemed not quite like himself. Milton adjusted the beach umbrella to ensure that his body was completely covered in the shade. He didn't need Mother to make a fuss about him getting burnt to a crisp when he got home. "Jack, are you feeling alright? You've seem a little tense lately. And you keep scouting the beach like a creep."
Jack turned to his friend who had a glop of white sunscreen all over his nose. "I'm fine," he assured, consciously trying to relax his body. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he leaned his head back on his arms, attempting to look calm. "Just can't take the heat for too long, that's all."
To be honest, it wasn't the heat that got him hot and bothered these days. And he wasn't so much scouting the beach as he was trying to prepare himself for the appearance of one girl in particular…
Milton spotted someone nearing them, carrying a volleyball in hand. "There she is! Finally! Kim, over here!" he called, waving the blond over.
At the mention of her name Jack gulped and looked up. There she was.
Kim Crawford.
Running towards them. In all her little, white bikini glory…
Jack hoped that his sunglasses were opaque enough so that no one noticed him gawking at her as she ran towards them. Her blond wavy hair trailed behind her as her tan body glistened in the sunlight. Her two piece bathing suit was a simple, white bikini with a top that tied in the back and around her neck and a bottom that tied at her hips. To the average person, her outfit (or lack thereof) was actually not too sexy or seductive and was instead very cute and sporty, matching Kim's personality well. But to Jack…the way the pieces of fabric hugged her curves and the way certain curves filled out her bikini…
Ugh.
He had noticed how much she had changed since she returned. Even though she had only been gone for a year, she had definitely matured in some ways. Her usual high-pitched voice had become slightly deeper and raspier and was only high-pitched when she was lying or was extremely excited. She carried an air of confidence and elegance as she walked. There were times in the dojo when she became very quiet and perceptive as she listened to Rudy give them a lesson. And when he secretly watched her train from the corner of his eye, she had an unbreakable focus as her slim eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
And because of this heat wave, he's also been blessed to notice one more thing about her.
Her body. It was strong and toned from months of harsh training. But most of all…
…her body had matured very nicely.
Since she has returned, she's been wearing nothing but very short shorts and skirts, crop tops, and tank tops to combat the heat. Even when she trains, she sometimes opts to wear a tank top instead of the heavy gi top.
Jack knew he shouldn't be complaining. It shouldn't bother him so much to have his girlfriend back in his life and wearing less clothing. In fact, he enjoyed it very much…until he realized that his hormones started getting a little out of control. And he didn't know if it was because he had missed having her around or if it was because they had both matured, both mentally and physically.
He spent nearly every hour of every day with her since she's been back, trying to make up for lost time. He had missed her so much that he tried to get any chance to be by her side, hear her laugh, take in the fresh scent of her hair. The few times they had spent alone had been amazing and fun, just as he'd expected them to be. They talked about everything, from stories of what crazy things had happened in Seaford to tales of the foes she's fought and the techniques she's learned. They laughed and she playfully got angry when he teased her. When he was lucky, once in a while he found himself kissing her under the dock late at night, relishing her lips against his. It was just as sweet as the first time they had innocently pecked each other on the lips, and became more and more amazing with every kiss. But he realized soon that he wasn't satisfied with just her lips. He wanted more. He wanted all of her.
Their relationship was still pretty innocent. And Jack knew that she had maintained her purity, never going past kissing on the lips before they had started going out. Not that he had much experience either though. But since Kim had returned, his body seemed to be itching more towards wanting to do the deed. With all this time they spent together, dreams and thoughts of her body against his came with a vengeance when he finally laid down in his own bed at night.
And it took everything in his power not to snap and become a hormonal eighteen-year-old male when he saw her.
To Jack, it seemed as if she was running towards them in an agonizing slow motion until she finally reached them, only slightly out of breath. That run was probably nothing compared to her training back in Japan. "Sorry guys!" Kim apologized, still holding the ball in between her arm and side. "Took forever for me to find the volleyball." She tossed it to Milton…who of course fumbled with it and dropped it.
Kim turned to Jack and beamed, her light brown eyes obviously lighting up at the sight of him. She turned slightly red at the shirtless sight of him, a thin sheen of sweat covering his body. Even though he was lying down on the beach chair, she could tell that his black swimming trunks were hanging low on his hips, displaying the obvious lower abdominal and oblique "V" shaped muscles and a fine trail of hair at the midline peeking from above his boxers. His head was resting on his hands as he lay back on them, emphasizing his biceps and deltoids but also his well-toned pecs and abs.
Jack had always been in great shape. But ever since she's returned…he had definitely matured. When they stood next to each other he towered over her petite frame. His muscles were mesmerizing whenever he sparred. His torso seemed to have lengthened dramatically and was riddled with the contours of his muscles which she sometimes found herself desiring to touch. His skin was kissed by the sun from teaching lessons on the wharf. His veins had become even more pronounced in the heat. He was stronger and sturdier, but even more gentle and graceful if that were possible. Becoming a sensei had instilled a kind of wisdom he had never had before. She could tell he had matured mentally and was no longer the scrappy, little skater kid she had first met.
She hoped the sun's heat was covering up the blush on her cheeks.
"Hey Jack!" she quipped happily, walking towards him. He gave her that crooked grin she loved so much, his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses. Teasingly, she decided to sit on his lap while he was still lying down.
At this, he suddenly yelped and sat up quickly and stiffly. "O-Oh, Kim-!" He immediately attempted to wrap his arms around her slight frame in order to scoot her off his lap and onto the chair instead. After all the idea of Kim sitting on his lap was definitely not a good idea right now...
But the sudden movements caught her off guard and when he slid her off his lap, instead of ending up on the chair with him, she ended up faceplanting into the sand. So instead of getting an obvious hard-on in the middle of the public beach right now, he was running for his life from a Kim spouting angry words from her sand-filled mouth – both not such desirable things.
Yeah, they have both changed a lot.
But not that much.
Jack had opted out of the first game of volleyball, saying that he didn't want the teams to be an uneven number. But really, he didn't think he could concentrate on playing volleyball with Kim leaping and jumping around so much. And he was right, as he watched from the sidelines, his sunglass-covered eyes were trained on only her graceful, lithe body as it moved. He hadn't even noticed that the game had ended with Kim and Jerry losing to Milton and Rudy.
Wait…how the heck did that happen?
Apparently the losers had to do "breaded chicken" as a punishment for losing. While Rudy and Milton yipped and gloated, Kim and Jerry reluctantly had to lie down on the sand, rolling themselves so that sand got stuck in every nook and cranny of their sweaty bodies. Groaning in disgust and discomfort after picking themselves up off the sand, both of them ran towards the ocean to wash themselves off.
"Did ya see that, Jack?" Rudy asked haughtily as he and Milton walked towards the sidelines. Jack grinned as he stood, brushing off the sand from his trunks. "I used 'Rudy's-Super-Special-Flying-Squirrel-Kick' to nail them!" his sensei continued.
"Yeah, it was pretty cool," Jack said with a shrug. What a lie. He hadn't noticed anything or anyone besides Kim.
"It was not your stupid flying hamster kick!" Milton retorted with a snort. "It was my strategy in aiming for their weak points which were-"
"It's flying squirrel!" Rudy interrupted. "And if it wasn't for my flying squirrel kick, your plan would've failed!"
"What! Are you kidding me?! My plan was so foolproof that even with you – the biggest fool I know – on my team we won!"
Rudy gasped dramatically. "You dare talk to your sensei like that?!"
"Jack, what do you think?"
No response.
"Jack?"
He had stopped paying attention long ago. From his periphery he watched an angel saunter towards them slowly, her hips slowly swaying from side to side, her body freshly soaked with salt water. She whipped her head backwards to force her wet blond hair from out of her face, her hands following her strands of hair to push them back. Jack noticed that her body was dripping with water and watched one particular drop trail down from her flat, toned stomach to her right hip. Another drop trailed down from her clavicle and got lost between her breasts. He felt his throat tighten and he gulped, trying to ease his tension.
"You're right, Jack," Rudy said, misunderstanding his student's quiet staring at the two newcomers. The head sensei sniggered childishly as Jerry and Kim neared, "we should ask the losers who lost to us just how we were able to dominate this game."
Kim rolled her eyes as Rudy, Jerry, and Milton started arguing. Something about flying squirrels. Typical.
She spotted Jack quietly standing to the side and walked towards him, deciding that now that their friends were distracted for the time being, she could finally spend a little bit of time with him. "You okay, Jack? You're awfully quiet," she said stopping in front of him.
He nodded his head stiffly, clearing his throat and attempting to look at anywhere besides her wet body. Thank goodness for these sunglasses. "Fine, just fine. You were great out there."
She grinned cheekily as she placed her hands on her hips and puffed out her damp chest, much to Jack's dismay (and pleasure?). "Well, thanks! I've always been quite the volleyball player if I do say so myself."
Jack snorted at her braggart comment. Some things never change. Like Kim Crawford's competitiveness about every single thing. Typical Kim. For a split second, he forgot about how hot and bothered he was with her standing just a few inches away from him, all damp from the ocean water. He decided to tease her. "You know, if I was on the opposite team, I would've beat you silly, right?" he said, finally taking off his shades and crossing his arms across his chest.
He reveled in how cute she looked when her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. "Would not! You're way too heavy now to jump high enough to spike!" She gave a snide smirk, knowing exactly how to irritate him. "I bet you're too heavy to do anymore of those aerial kicks and flips you used to do so much."
Low blow. But Jack returned her smirk with a cocky grin of his own. "Oh yeah? Seems like someone thinks she's a hotshot now that she went to Otai." He slowly got into his signature fighting stance, planting his feet firmly on the sand, squatting slightly. "I'll put you back in your place again, Kimmy."
She continued with the playful banter and got into position herself, still smirking. "Don't call me 'Kimmy.'"
And suddenly they were sparring right in the middle of the beach. Sand picked up and circled around them as they kicked and twisted. Kim dodged a low leg sweep by swiftly jumping into the air and attempted to counter with a quick jab to the ribs which Jack dodged easily. She returned with a kick straight into the gut which Jack easily blocked, pushing her backwards.
She didn't falter however. In fact, they both had the same competitive grin on their faces as they took a few seconds to circle each other and size each other up. Unbeknown to them, their friends had finally stopped bickering and were watching in interest. There was even a small crowd of other beach goers who were watching. The two best students of Bobby Wasabi Martial Arts Academy hadn't fully sparred since Kim had left a year ago. They had both trained and gained a lot of strength and experience since then and this was sure to be a good fight.
Jack was actually proud at the way she held her stances more confidently than before, how she countered and tried to attack his weak spots. Plus, what Kim was lacking in strength she made up in agility. She moved so swiftly that he would catch her throws just in the nick of time. They had watched each other fight hundreds of times. They were sure to know each other's moves and weaknesses by now. But it's been a long time since they've seen each other in a true battle.
"I've been waiting to spar with you, Jacky," she said grinning. She had trained all year with the best sensei's in the world, had gotten beaten and battered and had learned techniques that allowed her to rival some of the best martial artists she had ever met. But most of all, she had been looking forward to finally face the one and only Jack Brewer. "You better not go easy on me just because I'm a girl again!" she said in all seriousness.
Jack smirked. Within a second, he was quickly lunging towards her with a yell, nearly grazing her right shoulder with his fist. "Don't call me 'Jacky.'"
She quickly spun and attempted to kick him in the ribs, but he dodged by doing a quick backwards flip out of the way. She smirked. What a show-off, trying to prove that he can still gain height off the ground. Of course, it was still as impressive as ever, especially considering he had gained height and weight which usually impeded people from being able to do aerial tricks.
As soon as Jack landed, he pivoted on his foot, kicking up sand. He catapulted towards her, aiming his fist to her chest. She bent her back backwards, matrix-style, dodging his fist. Kim countered with a knee to his stomach which landed but barely affected him. He had expected it and had tensed his abdominal muscles in time. He twisted around her, building momentum for an elbow to her upper back. She faltered forward after the blow and then dodged a follow up spinning kick just in time. She aimed for the leg still on the ground with a backwards leg sweep against the sand which Jack already knew was coming. He somehow gained enough force to jump off on one leg and do a horizontal aerial flip. As soon as he landed, he threw a right jab to the ribs. It contacted and she winced, but she had moved backwards enough just in time so that it wasn't as forceful. She countered by grabbing that right arm, twisting it so that she was somehow situated behind him.
Jack knew this move. She was doing it slightly incorrectly. Although she had captured his right arm and had moved behind him, she had left his entire left side open and was situated too far to his right. He could easily shift all his weight to his left and gain enough momentum to escape her hold and counter. But…
All his muscles had tensed as he stood as straight as a pin.
…Kim's breasts were pressed up against his back. He could feel the soft, damp mounds teasing him as a stray drop of water from their point of contact between her suit and his skin started to trail down his back. He lost focus on the fight. All he was aware of was her soft, warm, wet skin against his, the way her smooth left leg was in contact with his right, her seductive panting against his right ear, her breasts against his mid back, the fact that the only thing separating her naked breasts and his skin was a mere piece of cloth…
And shortly after, he was aware of a forceful kick to the back, which sent his face flying into the sand.
Shocked and panting, he slowly rolled his sand-covered face and body over to see the guys running towards him, taunting him that "Jack Almighty" finally lost…and it was to a girl.
His friends circling him teasingly, Jack looked up at Kim a few feet away. She didn't look too pleased. And she didn't have the cute, teasingly annoyed, furrowed eyebrows which he adored…
…She wore the furiously knitted eyebrows and eyes which he absolutely feared.
She strode over towards them as Jack stood, shoving him backwards and almost causing him to lose his footing again.
"Kim," Jerry started in confusion as Rudy and Milton looked on, equally confused. "Yo, what the heck was that? You won-"
"I did not win!" she retorted angrily. She was glaring straight at Jack, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You let me win, Jack! How could you?!"
Jack ignored the mouth full of sand he had gotten when he had fallen and attempted to explain. "Kim, I-"
"I know you could have easily broken that hold. You still think I can't take defeat because I'm a girl?! Do you know how long I've trained for a good, fair fight against you?!" She didn't know what it was during their fight that distracted him, but she knew that when she had watched him and Rudy spar in the past few days, Jack was never that careless. Whenever he fought, he had always worn that mask of complete focus, had always moved every muscle of his body deliberately, never losing that total control.
She couldn't believe that he still didn't respect her as a martial artist. All this time she thought he had finally learned she could take care of herself, that she didn't want pity or the upper hand just because she was a girl. She remembered back to when they had virtually fought each other two years ago and he hadn't gone easy on her despite the fact he could've won his own avatar in that stupid virtual game. She also thought back to when she had entered that male-only go-kart race. She had felt elated when Jack expressed how much he believed that she could beat everyone else despite the fact she wasn't allowed to enter as a girl. What had changed? She thought he finally believed in her…
She hated people who underestimated her because of her appearance…and the fact that Jack of all people did infuriated her.
"I'm sorry, Kim, I didn't mean-"
"Tell me why you didn't escape that hold," she demanded.
Jack was silent as he stared helplessly down at her blazing, wounded brown eyes. He sputtered some sounds feebly as he ran a hand through his shoulder length hair. He could feel his friends stare on quietly.
How the hell was he supposed to admit that he lost because…because she had turned him on in mid-fight?!
"I…I…"
Realizing he wouldn't give in, she huffed and jabbed a finger into his chest. "Put on your gi, Jack Brewer. Rematch at eight o'clock tonight. Dojo. I'll show you a real fight. You better show me yours."
And with that, she turned on her heel, stalking away while fuming.
Jack sighed. He was doomed. The rest of his friends felt his pain. It was a scary thing to have Kim angry at you.
Jerry clapped a hand on his shoulder in comfort. "It's okay, Jack. Just don't purposely lose to her again ,you know?"
Jack only groaned in response as he buried his sand-covered face into his hand.
He had a feeling it was going to be hard to not lose…considering that he still had the feeling of her body fresh in his mind.
No…he'll win this time. Instead of bathing suits, they were going to wear their gi this time after all.
He had to win.
The gi didn't help.
Jack yelped as his back painfully made contact with the mat after being flipped by none other than his very own black belt girlfriend.
He peered up to see her glaring down at him, arms crossed.
He had lost to her for the second time…today.
"What the hell, Jack!" Kim exclaimed angrily.
"How do you know that he's not simply losing to you anyway?" Milton asked from the juice bar. He and Jerry had come to watch the fight (and secretly take bets on who would win…Jerry had won this round much to Milton's dismay).
As Jack weakly attempted to get up, Kim continued to glare down at him, not bothering to help him to his feet. She had felt his break in focus. And much like earlier today, he had the upper hand at first. In fact, he had her in a lock and just needed one more move to make it official but he had frozen up for some reason yet again. "I just know, okay?!"
Jack had thought being covered in their heavy, non-formfitting gis would help him maintain focus. But once he had gotten her in a lock, he got a whiff of her scent. Lavender and laundry. She was freshly showered after the beach. And then to make things worse, because he had gotten her into a lock and became dizzy with that scent which he had learned to love and lust for, he imagined suddenly pushing her onto the mat right then and there and straddling her, all the while kissing her and slowly stripping off her gi–
He had become a sick, sick person…
He realized that it wasn't just her body that seduced him anymore.
…It was just her. Everything and anything that is Kim Crawford just…drove him crazy.
And the fact that he kept remembering the tantalizing experience of having her breasts against his body from when they were sparring earlier didn't help.
"I…I'm sorry, Kim," he said quietly, finally getting to his feet. Ugh. Kim's flips hurt like hell. He took a step towards her and grabbed her hands, looking her straight in the eyes. "I really didn't mean to…freeze up. I just…I don't know why I…"
She pushed him away and he felt as if it were a slap to the face. Her eyes were furious but at the same time he could tell she was holding back tears. He knew how important it was to her that she be taken seriously…and it wasn't that he didn't take her seriously at all. She was undoubtedly one of the most talented black belts he had ever encountered. But...he just couldn't help being affected by her. Merely her presence could break the focus that he had learned to build up with years of training and meditation.
But that look in her eye told him how wounded she really was…and it pained him that it had been him who had done that to her.
"I thought you believed in me, Jack."
The tone in her voice wasn't angry anymore. It was just plain hurt.
His heart wrenched in his chest. He took a step towards her. "Kim, no, it's not that. Of course I do."
His words meant nothing to her. She took a step back and turned her head. She didn't want to look at his face anymore. "You could at least be honest."
And with that she walked silently out of the dojo without another word or another look. Jack sighed and looked up to his friends for help who only shrugged.
"Hey, we'll go talk to her, Jack. I'm sure it'll be fine," Jerry said, jumping off the stool and clapping his hands as if he was about to get work done. Milton followed suit and tried to give an encouraging smile as they followed the blonde out the door.
Jack felt his shoulders slump as he sighed aloud. Feeling the sweat from both the intense heat and the fight pouring down his face and back, he ripped off his black belt and top and threw them towards the lockers in pure frustration, letting out a growl. Defeated, he sat on the mat with his head in his hands, his fingers gripping onto his mop of hair. He didn't even care that the other dojo/gym members were giving him stares and whispers.
"So I saw the fight from my office," a voice said. Jack looked up and saw Rudy walking down the stairs towards him. "Looked rough. But I did notice that you have been losing your focus a lot more lately. I didn't think it was affecting your fighting at first but it seems like it is now."
Jack hung his head once more. "Yeah…I just…in a slump right now I guess."
You can say that again.
"Look, Jack," his sensei began, "I don't know what it is that's bothering you but you just have to get it all out of your system."
He snorted in reply. He wished he could get it out of his system…
"I know you care about her a lot. If whatever is bothering you involves her then just be honest." Rudy walked towards him and held out his hand to help him up. Sighing, Jack took the hand and was pulled up to his feet. "That's all she's ever asked of you."
Jack nodded. "Yeah…I know." If only he could explain why he's been so out of it…he's sure the guys would all understand. But no way could he talk about this with any of them. Jerry would probably tease him and do his whooping noise until it was unbearable. Milton would probably turn pink and describe the science behind attraction and sex. And no way could he have an intimate conversation with Rudy about that. His sensei was what they call a "TMI" type of guy who would most likely go into an hour long, crazy story about some woman (who may or may not be made up) that Jack didn't really need to hear. Rudy was also the type of guy who would even let it slip to Kim herself why Jack's been acting so weirdly.
That would be a horrible situation.
"Why don't you clean and close up tonight? Spend a few hours to let out some steam after closing if you want."
Yeah. Maybe that's what he needed. Maybe it'll let out some sexual frustration…
It was two hours later and Kim, Milton, and Jerry were still at the bowling alley playing what felt like their hundredth game. Kim had won all of them in an angry fury, all the while mumbling comments and obscenities about Jack. Meanwhile, Milton and Jerry were slumped in the lane chairs, listening to her comments for the umpteenth time that night.
Kim really needed some friends who were girls.
"He's just impossible, you know?!" she exclaimed, a bowling ball in hand. She was flailing her arms, trying to make a point. The sixteen pound ball was dangerously close to Milton's head and he backed away as far as he could from her. Kim was dangerous with a bowling ball. Actually, Kim with any type of item in her hand when she was angry was dangerous. "I can't believe he let me win! Ughh it makes me so…mad!" At that, she threw, rather than rolled the ball down the lane. She got a turkey. Her third of the night. Anger tended to fuel her bowling abilities it seemed.
"He's not the type to just let you win, you know," Milton said with a sigh, repeating what he had said multiple times throughout the night. "There must be a reason."
Jerry shrugged as he went up to bowl. "Maybe he's just distracted by something."
Kim snorted. "Jack has trained for years to hone his concentration. There's nothing that could distract him."
Jerry spun in delight after getting a strike. "Whoooo!" As he shuffle danced to his seat, he turned to Kim, expecting some praise for his strike. When he didn't get any, he simply rolled his eyes. Ugh, this is why he didn't understand steady relationships. You're only gonna end up hating the other person's guts. "Well, nothing except for you," he commented, continuing the conversation.
Kim raised her eyebrow. "What? Me?"
Milton took his turn. Expectedly, he was a terrible bowler. He placed the ball at the edge of the lane and pushed it feebly forward, only for it to go directly into the gutter. "Well, when you were gone, we could always tell when he was expecting your monthly phone call. He was always such a mess. Would stop midway while teaching a class if you called. Would continuously check his phone in his gi pocket even while sparring. And by the end of the day, if he hadn't gotten a call yet, he would be all moody."
"Yeah," Jerry muttered, "He was like a girl during her time of the month…"
Kim glared at him causing him to flinch before she grabbed her ball for her turn. As she rolled her ball down the lane, her anger towards Jack lessened just a little bit. He acted that way whenever he waited for a simple phone call from her…?
"Just give him another chance," Jerry quipped. "He'll be honest with you if you just wait for him to be ready."
Kim was silent for a second as her two friends looked at her in concern. It was the first time all night she wasn't cursing Jack's name or pretending that the bowling ball was his head as she threw it towards the pins. "Okay," she said finally with a small smile. "I guess I was a little hard on him."
Milton and Jerry sighed in relief. Stupid girls and their need to rant.
"Finally!"
"Can we go home now?!"
Kim gave them both a glare before it turned into a grin. "Thanks, guys."
As Kim unlocked the dojo doors with the spare key that Rudy had given her, she noticed that it was mostly dark except for a single light right above the mat. She probably wouldn't have even known anyone was here if it weren't for it…well, that and the sounds of frustrated grunts and of skin hitting plastic. She quietly walked towards the mat, watching as a topless Jack went hard at attacking a dummy. He was completely in focus and by the way he was panting and dripping in sweat, it seemed as if he had been training for quite some time. She watched, captivated as he kicked and punched the poor dojo dummy, every throw and every kick looking streamline and calculated and perfect. His hair moved fluidly with every motion. His muscles screamed for rest as they rippled under the dim light. She could watch him forever.
"Jack."
The voice startled him. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't even noticed anyone come in. He ran a hand through his hair, wet from sweat as it stuck to the nape of his neck. "Kim? What are you doing here?" he asked between pants. He squinted through the darkness and there she was, standing at the edge of the mat wearing a pair of short jean shorts and a tank top.
As expected, all the steam he had let loose for the past few hours seemed to rush back. After all, no matter how much he tried to exert his body, the only type of frustration he couldn't really burn off was the type that he wanted to do to her whenever he caught sight of her. The way her hair seemed to glisten in the moonlight streaming in from the windows or the way his body seemed to be calling out for her didn't help.
She shrugged. "I thought we should talk."
Jack didn't respond.
"Look, I'm sorry for blowing up at you. I just…worked so hard at Otai. It hurt me when I thought that you didn't respect me enough as a martial artist," Kim said quietly. "But I realized that you're not that type of person. If I'm being a bother to you…if I'm distracting you from performing well…just let me know."
He was quiet for a second. Distraction was right. But a bother? Kim?
Only when she danced.
No. Even her jerky, wild dancing was alluring to him.
A small smile came to his lips. Maybe he was ready to be honest with her. He owed it to her to be honest…even if she was going to completely despise him for it or think he was a total pervert.
He went into fighting stance. "One last sparring match?"
The suggestion caught her by surprise. "Right now?"
He nodded. "Third time's a charm."
She shrugged as she kicked off her flip-flops and got into position herself for the third time that day. As she slowly neared and circled him, her defenses up, she saw a different look in his eye. It was glinting in the weak lighting, fiery, but not from anger or a will to fight. She had never seen that look before. Not in the hundreds of fights they've fought together. Not when he was fighting Black Dragons, bullies, ninjas, deranged action actors, trained fighters, or criminals. Not when he had fought to protect her or their other friends.
This blaze in his eyes was…different. It felt almost…dangerous. A shiver ran up her spine.
And suddenly, he had lunged towards her with a wide punch towards her neck which she easily dodged, countering with an elbow to his chest. He recoiled slightly only to pounce back with another punch, this time towards her stomach. She blocked, throwing a knee into his abdomen with a grunt. After the hit, he twisted backward, aiming to kick her in the leg which she dodged in the nick of time. She countered with a jab to the chest.
He didn't block or dodge it. But he didn't recoil or flinch from the contact either. His eyes were still trained onto hers, that strange glint was still very much apparent.
Strange. Jack was strong, especially after bulking his muscles in the past year, and was able to absorb or take a large number of blows. But he was never the type to absorb attacks willingly and would prefer to dodge or block. But he seemed to…enjoy that hit he took?
But Kim didn't waste too much time focusing on that. Agilely, she swung her leg into a high kick aiming at his head. He dodged with a backwards flip and lunged towards her with a fist to her chest. She deflected in time, and countered with an uppercut.
He took the hit. Again, he didn't recoil or flinch as she expected.
That look in his eyes darkened.
What the…?
With a ferocious yell, Kim threw a punch towards his face which he deflected. Without waiting, she threw more punches, each even faster than the last until at last one landed square on his gut. This time, he did recoil slightly. Maybe she was wearing him down after all. Kim took it as her chance to throw a kick into the same place. She drew as much force as she could into her leg as it contacted his stomach.
He caught it easily, wrapping a strong arm around her lean leg. Surprised, Kim looked up at him to see that strange fire in his eye. He was still looking straight into hers without breaking eye contact. She attempted to draw up more force to escape his leg hold and counter but he had gotten ahold of her and wasn't letting go.
Suddenly he pulled her leg up, causing her to lose balance and fall painfully onto her back, his own body following until it towered above her. He pinned her down against the mat, his strong big palms encircling her slender wrists on either side of her head.
They were panting as they stared at each other. Kim was satisfied that he finally gave it his all, despite feeling her body aching all over from the fight. But what concerned her was that the intense expression on his face never left.
"See, Jack?" Kim started, trying to whip her long hair from her face while in a lying down position. It was awkward trying to do so. She had gotten sweaty and her hair was now sticking to her face, her neck, and her chest. "Was it that hard to finally take me down?" She attempted to lift her arms to try to get up or move the hair away, because she was sure to look like a hot mess right now. But as she did, his hold only seemed to tighten, restricting her from moving. Her eyebrows raised in concern.
Jack's jaw tightened. Her choice of words weren't the best right now. He took in the sight of her, panting as she stared up at him with those big brown eyes of hers, her face and body covered with sweat, trapped under his complete and utter control…
It was the very thing his thoughts and dreams of her were made of.
He couldn't help it anymore.
She wanted him to be honest…he'd give her honesty.
"Jack? Are you oka—"
Suddenly his lips had come crashing down on hers. Forcefully, hungrily. Not like all the pecks or deep kisses that they've shared before. Kim felt his lips nip at her lower lip, felt his tongue searching for hers, wanting to search every crevice of her mouth. She felt his teeth scraping against her skin. This was feral and ferocious and rooted deeply in lust.
His calloused palms finally left her wrists and were instead exploring her sweaty body, moving her hair away from her face, gripping onto her slim waist, sliding across her sweat-soaked stomach and chest. She tangled her fingers into his long mane, which only seemed to fuel him further. "Jack," she breathed when she finally felt air hit her lungs.
He grunted as the sound of his name left her lips. He was currently focusing on a spot on her neck, right below her left earlobe. He grazed his teeth against it, trying his best to control himself. He knew that his hands were getting too grabby, too eager. They relished how hot her flesh felt under his fingers and found themselves wanting to inch her tank top higher and her shorts lower. "I haven't gotten you off my mind for days," he growled, sounding wild. "God…I've missed you so much, Kim…"
Despite his groping hands and his rough kisses, she realized that he was exuding a deep longing that he had been holding back for a long time. A type of longing that wasn't just lust. A longing due to her prolonged absence from his side. A longing for her company. A longing just to be near her again. A longing that started to get mixed with desire.
So that was it? Why he kept losing focus during their fights?
What a ridiculous boy.
What he didn't know was that while in Japan, when she closed her eyes at night she would picture their kisses, yearn to see his cheeky smile, crave to spy on him when he trained. And when she finally found herself back in his strong arms a few days ago, after seeing how gorgeous and capable he'd become, every time they kissed under the dock in the past few days… she yearned for him in the same way he apparently has been feeling too.
Her head was whirling now. Her heart was racing. And she didn't think it was just from that quick spar they had. She was reveling at finally being able to run her hands across his chest and abdomen, determined to memorize every crevice. The few times she was able to open her eyes, she trained them on his long torso, hypnotized by how his muscles moved from above her.
God…his body…
Kim groaned aloud as he grabbed her right breast from outside her top. She imagined his bare palms clutching onto her naked breasts and longed for it. A strange, unfamiliar wanting from her pelvic region started to heighten. She felt that a particular part of him was already hardened, pushing against her inner thigh.
Oh how he yearned for friction against his lower region right now. It was getting antsy and was throbbing, yearning for her attention. And as if she read his mind, she grinded her pelvis against him and he groaned, almost losing his mind.
Their long hair was sticking to their bodies. Every place her smooth, deft fingers would touch made his skin feel like fire. Her nails were digging into his back, which only provoked him more. She was now nipping on his ear as he breathed to take in air. He focused his lips on her neck again, loving the way she would shudder when he nipped at her. She tasted like sweat but he smelled her sweet, fresh signature scent all over her. The scent was addicting. It was mounting his desires until he just couldn't take it anymore.
His hands finally found their way under her sweaty top and bra, and as they made direct contact with those soft mounds that had taunted him earlier that day during their first spar, he was determined to get his revenge.
Kim moaned as he fondled her breasts, grasping onto them not too gently and playing with the nipples until they hardened. When she opened her eyes he was looking down at her with that same feral look in his eyes, this time with a tint of satisfaction as he watched her writhe under him. He grazed both thumbs slowly, tantalizingly across her nipples and she arched her back with a groan.
Getting fed up with the constraint of her shirt and bra, he finally lifted them up and off of her body and for the first time her chest was exposed to him. She turned pink and instinctively went to cover them with her arms but his strong palms once again grabbed hold of her wrists to desist her. She saw through her hooded eyelids that he was enjoying her self-consciousness way too much. "But Jack, I'm-"
"Beautiful," he said both hungrily and lovingly. He bent down and finally took her breast into his mouth and as soon as she felt his warm, moist breath on her, she arched her back, grinding her pelvis into him. Her wrists were still being restrained back. She felt the flat of his tongue against her nipple and arched her back even more. "J-Jack!"
Shit. The way she said his name though…
He continued to play with her breasts, licking them, nipping at them. When he thought that he'd gotten all the revenge he could've gotten for earlier, he focused his lips on her neck again, suddenly finding his hands gravitating lower…to her short's zipper and her inner thighs. He was grabbing at her supple, muscular thighs when he realized just how disgusting he was right now. He couldn't take her eyes off of her, longed to be in contact with her skin at all times, longed to lick her and taste her…every part of her. He reveled as his chest pushed crudely against her breasts, and groaned in pleasure every time her nails dug into his skin.
He wanted too much, too fast. His honesty turned out to be a little too honest…he wanted her a lot more than he ever suspected. He was using his strength against her, was pinning her down like she was his prey. He foresaw the bruises that were bound to form on her arms and wrists, the love bites on her neck, her bruised lips as she stared up at him through half-lidded, light brown eyes.
Shit.
Someone stop him.
He didn't want this.
He didn't want to hurt her, to take her this way. Not here in a smelly, sweaty dojo.
She deserved so much more.
"Tell me to stop…" he muttered under his breath as he grazed his lips against hers. For the time being he was able to pry his own hands away from her body and was trying to distract them by latching onto the mat underneath them instead.
He sounded as desperate as he felt. His body was quivering, already feeling withdrawal from not roaming her body. This girl was breaking every inch of his reserve, was ruining years' worth of building up focus. Never before had his mind felt so jumbled. Never before had he ever lost control of his movements, of his body like this.
She was his kryptonite…she was his worst fear when it came to maintaining his focused, concentration-centered, martial arts way of life.
If she didn't personally instruct him to stop…he didn't think he could.
"Please…Kim…tell me to stop…" he pleaded in a whisper, his eyes closed and his lips near her ear.
Panting, she peered up at him, seeing the turmoil of restraint in his face. She knew he was trying to tame his wildness, trying to restore some of his reserve for her sake. But she was already missing his mouth on her skin and his calloused hands on her breasts. She loved seeing this rough, unruly side of him. Loved knowing that she has been the only one to see him this way. Loved knowing that she had the power to break Jack Brewer down to this state.
Oh hell no did she want him to stop. They were just getting started.
With a grunt, Kim wrapped her strong legs around his waist, taking him by surprise. He opened his eyes only to feel his body being flipped so that his back was solidly against the mat.
Guess this is what happens if you date a girl who knew martial arts as well as you did.
Jack was shocked as he stared up at her. She was looking down at him, blond locks lightly falling and grazing his face, her palms pushing down on his bare chest, her breasts dangling teasingly, her eyes ablaze. His eyes were trained on her lips though. She was biting her lower lip like a little vixen.
She was beautiful.
And, God...how he loved it when she bit her lip...she had a tendency to do that right before they kissed and it always drove him mad.
"K-Kim…"
She was kneeling in between his legs as she leaned over him. She smirked impishly, her hands already trailing down his chest. "I'll tell you to stop…if you tell me to stop," she said, knowing full well that he won't.
His mind was whirling too much to comprehend what was happening. All he knew was that her slender fingers were playing with the tuft of hair leading to his groin. Her thumbs hooked onto his top of his gi pants and slowly pulled. Jack sucked a breath as his member hit the cool air. It was throbbing madly for her and the pressure that had been building all this time was only rising. He leaned on his elbows to try to see her face, still somewhat dazed.
Kim was surveying this newly revealed area as her hands caressed the skin and hair around his penis. Annoyed with the constraint of his pants, she deftly removed it with one motion.
"Kim—"
He didn't get to say another word. A warm hand encircled the base of his cock and he groaned. It milked him slowly, teasingly. Another hand cupped his testicles, playing with them curiously. It took all his strength to keep leaning up on his elbows. He peered at her face to see that she was enjoying this, biting her bottom lip again.
The feel of her smooth hand running the length of his shaft drove him crazy. She continued with the motions, eventually getting the entire thing wet from his own secretions, each one of her motions building the tension in his groin. Suddenly and quite unexpectedly, something incredibly warm and wet encircled the tip of his penis. His finally elbows gave out and his back fell to the mat in defeat as he sucked in another breath in shock.
Her mouth advanced, sucking slightly, tentatively at first. She was secretly wondering how she could accommodate for his size. And not just for her mouth either…
Her suspicions were right. Jack Brewer's well-endowed body was every girl's dream.
She kept her hand at the base of his penis, and she moved her mouth and hand rhythmically together. Her rough tongue was sliding up and down the bottom surface of it. She attempted to inch the back of her mouth closer and closer to his hilt, experimenting with how far she could go without gagging. She started moving faster, suckling it a little harder. She watched in excitement as he panted, trying to grip onto the mat or grabbing onto his own hair in pleasure. God, she loved making him feel like this.
"F-Fuck, Kim!"
Jack never cursed. And she usually didn't like vulgarity.
But she'll make an exception for this.
Without warning, she pushed her mouth into him completely so that his hair was tickling the tip of her nose and her teeth were at the hilt of his cock. She was consciously trying to restrain her gag reflex. It was worth it as a long, loud groan erupted from his lungs. She retracted her mouth slightly, only to take in his entire size once again.
"Shit…!"
How the hell was she so good at this?! If she did this anymore he was going to-
No. He refused to empty himself here. He wanted too much more of her body and wasn't done playing yet.
He ignored the pleasure threatening to explode from him, promised himself that he would fully satiate it later. Finally mounting up his strength, he growled, sounding like an animal. His eyes were dark with that feral look as he sat up easily, grabbing her under her arms and pulling her to face him. He thrashed his mouth onto hers ravenously as he pushed her roughly onto the mat so that her back was once again laying against it. He could feel her grinning in triumph as she kissed back, obviously elated that he reacted the way he did. Hmph. So she's making even this a competition now? Of course she would.
It's okay. This is one competition he isn't mind losing. She could beat him fair and square and he wouldn't be able to deny it.
Kim was still gloating as she felt him fumbling with her shorts button and zipper while biting fiercely at the crook of her neck. She knew she was going to be bruised and marked everywhere tomorrow. But she didn't care. She actually wanted to wear them proudly to show all those drooling girls who only joined the dojo to see sensei Jack that he had chosen her and not them.
Suddenly, she realized that he had gotten the button and zipper undone. He was sloppily and impatiently pulling her jean shorts and panties down her legs as she yelped. A self-conscious instinct as well as a desire to tease him caused her to attempt to close her legs together. Jack shot her a glare before he roughly spread her legs apart.
Unexpectedly, he slowly, tantalizingly ran his tongue upwards, against her clitoris. She groaned loudly, the sound perking up his ears. He realized he liked that sound. Realized he'd do anything to make that sound happen again. He continued licking her, watching her squirm. No wonder she enjoyed blowing him so much a few seconds ago. The feeling of having power over her by causing her this much pleasure was gratifying. He flicked his tongue quickly and his name filled his ears. "Jack!" She was still trying to close her legs, probably still in instinct. With a growl he pulled them apart and continued to taste her as much as possible. He enjoyed this way too much.
Her back was arching as the pleasure shot throughout her body. Never in a million years had she thought she would find herself here with Jack licking her this way. The warmth and pressure in her suprapubic region mounted. She subconsciously found her fingers massaging his scalp, tangling in his long hair and pushing him to continue. And suddenly, she felt a finger enter her slowly, his tongue still flicking.
That groan filled his ears again. He inserted another finger, their movements brushing up against her walls. She writhed and screamed his name, grabbing onto his hair even more. He was eager to feel how wet and warm and tight she was, pictured her walls enclosing another certain part of his body which was only getting anxious again. Her yells echoed throughout the halls of the empty dojo and his movements and tongue hastened, an animalistic growl emanating from within his chest.
Her entire body was trembling, her legs felt fatigued with the amount of tension building up. Each of his movements heightened the warmth that was threatening to explode in her pelvis. She was so close…so close…!
And then quite suddenly he pulled out his fingers and gave one short final lick, staring at her darkly. Still in a stupor in the anticipation of releasing orgasm, she finally realized what happened. She grinded her teeth in frustration as he smirked sadistically in triumph. What a jerk…teasing her like that…!
He licked his lips which were covered with her juices as he claimed his place leaning above her once again. Her fingers immediately were digging in his chest in protest and her darkened eyes were glaring. He gave a chuckle as he trailed kisses down her jawline. "What's wrong?" he asked mischievously, feigning innocence.
She grunted, wanting to slap him across the face. She hungrily bit his earlobe, her breath dark and heavy. "You're a jerk!"
"You told me not to go easy on you." His fingers played with her breasts again as he kissed the underside of her chin, his hot breath enticing.
His sudden departure from her lower body only made her crave him more. She tangled her fingers in his hair again, roughly forcing him to stare straight into her eyes. She grinded her hips forward, feeling the smoothness of his member meet her opening.
His eyes rolled backwards and his jaw tightened.
So wet. So warm. So inviting.
He was so close. So close.
"Kim…" he warned.
He groaned loudly as she grinded her hips against him again, this time longer. He crushed the rest his body against hers, wanting to feel all of her, every curve and crevice, as she tantalizingly swayed her hips against his. Their bodies were drenched in sweat but he didn't care.
He wanted her.
Now.
But…he inwardly cursed himself.
"K-Kim…we can't…I don't have…any..."
She looked up to meet his eyes. "It's okay," she breathed, kissing his lips slowly. "I'm…protected…" She secretly thanked her past self for going on the pill once she started dating him. Sex with Jack Brewer had always been on her mind after all…it would just be a matter of time.
And it was time.
She saw a flicker of glee run past his eyes before they darkened. Joking and teasing was put aside. He looked down at her with eyes filled with so much lust and love and want that she got lost in them. Their bodies were wet and longing and primed. She saw in his expression that he retained just one more ounce of reserve for her sake.
"Kim…" he whispered, looking down at her beautiful face. Despite how ready his body was, despite how much the length of his cock throbbed against her opening, he restrained himself as much as he could. He loved way her too much to have this be a one-sided experience. "A-Are you…sure…?"
She smiled a small smile. Rough, rugged, and dangerous…but gentle and considerate all at the same time.
That was Jack. Her Jack.
In response, she slowly and carefully placed her lips on his, willing all her emotions and desires into that single kiss. Meanwhile, she grabbed his member with a shaky hand and situated it in place, rubbing the tip against her wetness. His unsteady hand replaced hers, readying himself at her opening as he deepened the kiss.
And slowly he entered.
He had to break the kiss to groan aloud.
God…it felt so…good.
He couldn't breathe as he continued to slowly penetrate, her wet, virgin walls constricting around him. His jaw tightened as his breath caught in his throat. Every millimeter he moved he felt the urge to ravage. He wanted to thrust into her, get as close as he possibly could, have her warmth fully encircle him, finally make their bodies one. Make her scream out his name again and again.
The only thing that prevented this was the pained look on her face as her nails dug into his back. She felt her walls accommodating for his size too slowly. He was stretching her more than she could have possibly imagined. There was a combination of wanting him to simply penetrate through in one painful thrust to finally feel him fully and a wanting for him to go even slower so her naïve body could take it all in.
She didn't know if she could take it. She gripped onto him for dear life.
"J-Jack-!"
"Shh…" he whispered, kissing the sweat between her furrowed eyebrows. He forced himself to move even slower, even though it took every ounce of his strength to prevent himself from just taking her in the way his predator body wanted to. "I'm sorry…" He kissed her eyelids, closed in pain. His lips met hers which latched on in an effort to numb the discomfort.
And finally, she moaned as the base of his hilt met her skin. Jack attempted to steady his breathing, watching her face carefully while being distracted with the pleasure he felt being fully inside her. The pain slowly melted from her face and she opened her eyes weakly to meet his. He stayed there for a few seconds more before he retracted himself slightly, watching her expression. He resisted the urge to curse aloud at how good it felt.
After experimenting and adjusting himself in her, thrusting into her slowly a few times more, Jack saw that the discomfort disappear from her face. He slowly worked to get to a rhythm which pleased both of them. She started to groan aloud in pleasure, encouraging him. His thrusts soon became faster as he focused on the pleasure building inside of him. The sight of her face and the sounds of her moans alerted him that the pleasure was starting to mount for her too and contributed all the more to how much he wanted to ravage her.
The object of her pain and discomfort just a few seconds ago was now the only thing she wanted. She wanted more. She wanted it harder, faster, rougher, deeper. She wanted to know that when she woke up tomorrow morning she'd be sore in places she had never been sore before because of him. Her hands lost in his mane, she looked up at him with an expression that exuded pure lust as she bit her bottom lip. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he obliged, his lithe body moving faster. The way his muscles rippled were even more intoxicating when he was making love to her than when he was training.
Suddenly, wanting to get even closer, she easily lifted her legs, placing both of them on his shoulders. The new position allowed him to reach deeper than ever before, hitting her cervix. He growled, a dangerous sound emitted from his throat.
Dating a gymnast and martial artist actually did have its perks.
He was so deep…rubbing against her walls in a way she never thought was even possible…hitting all the right places again and again…and again...
"Oh God, Jack!"
She looked up to see he was staring at her like some kind of rabid animal, his body moving rhythmically, quickly. He didn't know how his inexperienced body knew what to do. All he knew was that he wanted to do everything in his power to satisfy her and at the same time wanted to take everything from her…and give her everything of himself in return.
"Jack!"
The sound of her screams were enticing him. His hands grasped her arms, pinning her down and causing bruises. He watched her squirm as her pleasure mounted, a gazelle losing to a cheetah. His muscles were screaming and his own orgasm was threatening to spill. But he ignored everything that his body was telling him, selfishly wanting to see proof with his own eyes that he had taken as much from her as he possibly could. He loved being in control over her, loved seeing the outspoken, self-assured Kim Crawford become putty underneath him.
He knew he was a sick, sick boy. But the way her face contorted into pure pleasure and the way her eyes burned into his, pleading for him to finish her told him that it was something she wanted too. He thrust into her hard, wanting to oblige with her unspoken wish.
"Oh Jack, I—"
She let out a moan as the pressure finally exploded, a feeling she had never experienced before. Her body melted into a fit of trembling as the pleasurable warmth spread throughout her body from her pelvic region. And all she could do was close her eyes, trying to focus on the sensation, trying to remember it, trying to will it to stay.
Her body was spent.
But Jack wasn't done yet.
Kim had only a few short seconds to pant and rest. Before she knew it, Jack had slid her legs off of his shoulders, had lifted her slack body off the mat so that she was on all fours instead. Still dazed and unsure what was happening, she bowed her head down, her hair sprawling down around to frame her face as she tried to focus on reenergizing her body. But suddenly, she felt him grab a hold of her hair from behind, yanking her head up.
Her eyes widened.
The wall mirror across from the mat reflected a scene that Jack apparently wanted her to see. There they both were, covered in sweat and casting shadows onto the large mat behind them, Kim on her palms and knees and Jack kneeling right behind her with an intense, dangerous look in his face as he held her blonde hair back.
The sight startled her. Not because it was intimidating or because she was scared. In fact…she realized her exhausted body was already anticipating it, already yearning for that raw, unseen side of Jack Brewer to take her body for himself yet again.
She loved it…those eyes of his that told her that he was crazed for her.
Jack took in the sight of her meek position in the mirror, his eyes trailing down the contours of her smooth, lithe body, the swell of her dangling breasts. His hold on the fistful of hair tightened, causing her to lift her head up more. His other hand wrapped around her hip, gripping onto its smooth cushioning, supporting her body up.
He realized with shame that after all these days of waiting for her return, of watching her body secretly seduce him the past few scorching hot days…it culminated into his teenage body becoming an animal for her, hungry for visceral and raw sex.
But his selfish body didn't care.
Without warning, he entered her vagina from behind, causing her to moan and arch her back. He let out a grunt as he stared straight into the mirror, into her eyes. The feeling of thrusting her from behind was ever better than he ever imagined. The new position boosted his ego, made him feel powerful and in control. Powerful to even tame and pleasure the independent, wily Kim Crawford. But moreover, it allowed him a way to get deeper into her in a new, stimulating way. He felt new surfaces of her walls tighten around him as he moved, pumping into her with so much force that all they heard was panting and skin slapping skin.
His hand on her hip started to roam. It found a place on her buttock, grabbing onto it hungrily. His other hand let go of her hair to join, sliding over the curves as his body crashed into it, making it tremble with every entry. His eyes left the mirror to watch his cock enter her over and over again. His hands grabbed onto her smooth cheeks roughly, he slapped a cheek, earning a sexy yelp from her.
He moved faster, knowing that his time was coming, each thrust building up his impending orgasm. His body was ready to be satiated, to finally unleash all the frustration that it's been withholding. With a hungry growl, he once again grabbed her hair as his other hand clutched onto her side. He noticed that she was still looking at his face, back arched, now with an eager, sexy expression on her own face, urging him on. She bit her bottom lip.
Damn that lip bite of hers.
He should've known it would be his undoing.
"Sh-Shit!"
He grunted as felt his contents finally spill into her. Moaning in extreme pleasure, his body was shaking as he continued to move inside of her, intent on milking every bit of himself out. He closed his eyes as the feeling of pure elation wracked his entire body, better than any self-elicited orgasm he's ever had. He felt his cock pulsating rapidly inside of her while reverting to its original size, finally satisfied.
He weakly placed his drenched forehead against her back, his body feeling suddenly fatigued. His arms feebly hugged her from behind. He noticed that his orgasm was dripping out of her onto the mat.
"Oh god…Kim…" he breathed.
Her body shifted from underneath him and he placed himself sprawled on his back on the dojo mat, hair matted to his scalp and neck with sweat, mind still whirling, trying to recover from that temporary high. This was going to be a problem. Making love to her was too addicting.
Equally as drained, he felt her lie next to him on his outstretched arm, and as if on impulse, he encircled her in his arms, kissing her neck. They didn't mind how sweaty their bodies were as they lay there, enjoying the feeling of skin against skin.
Kim smiled as she felt his mouth caressing the back on her neck. She was loving how his strong arms enclosed her, made her feel safe. He was the only one who could make her feel this protected, and she didn't mean how she needed him to fight her battles or be her knight in shining armor. Because she definitely knew she did not need any man to do that for her.
No, this type of protection was that even as they lay here unclothed and vulnerable…he was right there by her side. Much like every other time they've had to face an obstacle or a life-changing moment in their lives. She knew they'd be okay as long as they were together.
No wonder they missed each other so much while she was away.
"Mmm, Jack?" she moaned.
He instinctively pulled her closer into him, burying his nose in her hair and having the overwhelming desire to sleep. "Mmm?"
She chuckled. "I think we both win this round."
She felt him grin against her skin, his hot breath already exciting her nerves in anticipation despite being completely exhausted.
"Loser of the next round tonight has to clean the mat…" came his muffled response.
She turned to face him at the insinuation, rolling her eyes at the mischievous look that was already on his face. She kissed the beauty mark on his right cheek. She had always thought his beauty marks were adorable. She replied with a mischievous smirk of her own. "You're on."
Sorry that was so long! Really didn't want it to become a two-part fic but I simply could not stop typing away, haha. I love this couple and the idea of mixing martial arts with the milestones in their relationship seemed perfect to me. Tell me what you think!