WELL, I WROTE ANOTHER STORY. AND BEFORE Y'ALL HATE ME FOR NOT UPDATING MY OTHER KICKIN' IT STORY MINE, LET ME EXPLAIN. I JUST CAN'T CHOOSE WHICH STORY I WRITE OR WORK ON. IT'S WHAT IS IN MY HEAD AT THE MOMENT THAT I WRITE. AND MY HEAD BOUNCES AROUND IDEAS LIKE A BALL CONSTANTLY BOUNCING AROUND IN A FOUR-WALLED ROOM. OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT...

ANYWHO, MOVING ON FROM MY AWKWARD ANALOGY, I'D LIKE TO TAKE A MOMENT TO SAY THAT THE IDEA AND THE STORTY LINE FOR THIS STORY COMES FROM THE AUTHOR'S (beautiflxoblvn) STORY ONE MORE NIGHT FROM THE AUSTIN & ALLY FANDOM. MY STORY IS BASED SEMI-DIRECTLY ON THAT STORY, SO IF YOU HAVE READ THAT STORY AND READ THIS AND ARE LIKE "WAIT, THAT SOUNDS FAMILIAR." IT KINDA IS. AND DON'T WORRY, I ASKED THE AUTHOR'S PERMISSION TO DO THIS AND SHE SAID IT WAS FINE. I'M NOT A D-BAG THAT STEALS A STORY LINE AND PASSES IT OFF AS MY OWN. I WOULDN'T WANT THAT DONE TO ME EITHER. SO, TO HER IF SHE READS THIS: THANKS SO MUCH! AND IF YOU LIKE AUSTIN & ALLY, I WOULD DEFINITELY CHECK OUT HER STORY, ONE OF THE BEST I'VE READ. BUT IT IS M-RATED, LIKE THIS STORY IS, SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT, DON'T READ IT. WELL, HERE IT IS!

P.S. THE STORY TITLE, HEAT RISING, IS THE TITLE OF A SONG BY SEPTEMBER. AWESOME SONG, CHECK IT OUT!

P.P.S. ALL TEEN CHARACTERS (KIM, JACK, MILTON, JERRY, ETC.) ARE 17 IN THIS FIC. AND THEY LOOK LIKE THEY DO IN SEASON 3.

DISCLAIMERS: I DO NOT OWN KICKIN' IT OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. NOR DO I OWN THE SONG THAT THIS STORY IS NAMED AFTER!

(Friday Night)

Kim sighed to herself for what felt like the millionth time. She was so bored! She flopped back on her bed and sulked. Her parents, along with her younger sister, were out at some dinner she didn't feel like going to, so here she sits, all alone, and bored to death. She grabbed her cell off her bedside table, intent on playing a game or something, when she remembered a text she got earlier in the evening from Jack. She popped back up on her bed, a smile now on her face. Jack was home alone for the night, she could go visit him! She let out a woot of excitement before sending a quick text to Grace, telling her to cover for her. Her parents would kill her if they knew she went to a boy's house, at night, with no adults there. When she got a confirmation text back, including a winky face that she ignored, she went into her closet and threw on some more appropriate visiting-a-friend clothes: black yoga pants, a green cami and a dark red zip-up hoodie she "borrowed" from Jack. After slipping on some white Converse and grabbing her bag, she wrote a note to her parents, saying she was sleeping over at Grace's, and left her house. Seeing how nice it was outside, she decided to walk the somewhat short distance to Jack's instead of driving.

Along her walk she thought about Jack, about how much closer they've gotten since the whole "Karate Games" fiasco. She still has dreams about what could have happened if that stupid, psycho director didn't call out "Cut!" when they were about to kiss on top of the Hollywood sign. She'd wanted that kiss to happen more than anything she has ever wanted before in her life. She's had a crush on the hero-complexed black belt since he arrived in Seaford, and it's becoming harder and harder to hide her feelings from him. She's tried liking other guys, dating other guys, but she always ended up comparing them to Jack, and that just wasn't fair to them. She sighed, running a hand through her light wheat blonde hair in frustration. The worst thing was that she doesn't know if he even intended to kiss her, or if it was just left over adrenaline from not being killed. Everything that has to do with Jack just confused her. She let out another sigh.

"The boy's driving me crazy and he's not even here!" Kim groaned aloud, glad no one is outside at the moment.

She shook her head at herself, trying to convince herself she wasn't going insane. The odds weren't in her favor. She looked up a few moments later and found herself in front of the gate that leads to Jack's house. With all the psychoanalyzing she was doing, she didn't even notice she'd arrived. She laughed at her own obliviousness before entering the code into the keypad next to the gate and walking in, making sure it closed behind her. Then she made the long walk up his winding driveway, cutting over so she ended up at the front door. She reached into her bag and pulled out her key ring, locating the key Jack had given her a year ago. Once found, she entered it into the lock and pushed open the door, a little weirded out by how quiet it was. She shook it off and re-closed the door, locking it as well, before walking over to the staircase.

"Jack?" Kim called out as she started walking up, but she got no response.

She shook her head, continuing up to the third floor, where Jack's room is located, and then discovered why he didn't hear her: he was blasting his radio. That, along with the light peeping out of the half-closed door, meant, thankfully, he's still awake. Probably. But just because the lights on doesn't automatically mean he's still awake. He could be doing other stuff...

That caused a ruby red blush to cover Kim's cheeks at the images that just flashed in her head. No way he could be doing that right now...

Taking a deep breath to settle her nerves, she crept over to his room and peeked in, staying off to the side, just in case. She wanted to see what he was up to before she just waltzed in uninvited. What she saw inside, however, made her freeze and start to drool uncontrollably. Jack was in his room, shirtless, working on some of his karate moves, with his back to her. She was instantly fascinated by his movements. His body moved through the moves with the fluidity of a fish moving through water, not missing a single step. She doesn't know why she's so enthralled by him right now, she's seen him work on these moves before in the dojo, but she guessed it's different when he's doing them shirtless.

Her eyes roved over his form, drinking him in. His thick, ruffled shoulder-length chestnut brown hair was slightly wet, which meant...Kim instantly shook that thought away. No way was she thinking of him in the shower, naked, with water dripping over his...no! She will not finish that thought. Her eyes continued down, over his well-muscled back and arms, feeling a hot tingle run through her, before skating her eyes down over his ass, which was encased in a snug pair of dark denim skater jeans that he'd been wearing earlier in the day. He loves to practice in jeans, she never got it, but he said it gives him more resistance or something. As her eyes skated back over him once more, she saw that the California sun has been kind to him, giving his skin a natural tan that seemed to glow. He's so gorgeous. Always has been, always will be...

She was suddenly pulled out of her daze when she heard a car alarm go off somewhere in the distance. She pulled back from his doorway and shook herself, trying to gain some semblance of control before announcing her presence to him. But how could she do so without seeming like a creepy stalker? Maybe if she walked a little back and called his name really loudly? Yeah, that'd work. She backed up at few feet, back to the steps, before walking noisily to his room.

"Jack?!" she yelled really loudly. "Jack! Ya here?"

She smiled as she heard the music in his room turn down and the brunet in question stick his head out of his door. His oak brown eyes literally lit up when they spotted her.

"Kim!" Jack said, grabbing her wrist as she neared him and yanking her into his room, closing the door behind them. "What are you doing here?"

Kim gave him a smile and plopped down on his bed, kicking off her shoes and placing her bag by her feet. "I was really bored at home. My parents are out, and I remember you telling me you were all alone here, so here I am!"

Jack chuckled at that. "Well, I'm glad. I was getting bored too."

Kim looked up at him and blanched. When she came in, she totally forgot he was still shirtless...and seeing his front bare was a lot worse than just seeing his back. She couldn't help it when her eyes trailed up and down his incredibly toned torso, with a six-pack and everything! She snapped her head back up, thanking god that Jack wasn't paying attention to her at that moment. She couldn't do that around him again, or she'd never hear the end of it.

"So, do your parents know you're here?" Jack said as he rolled his desk chair over in front of her, straddling it. "I didn't think they'd be okay with you being "all alone" with a boy at night."

Kim laughed at his air quotes before shaking her head no. "They think I'm at Grace's. She's covering for me."

Jack smirked at her. "So no one knows you're here?"

Kim blushed and swallowed down her sudden nervousness. "Only Grace."

She blinked at the weird look that entered Jack's eyes at that moment, before dropping her gaze from his, only that backfired. She landed her gaze on his bare torso once again and her heart skipped a beat before speeding up. He's so smooth and toned and...oh god, she's doing it again. What is wrong with me? she thought to herself. Why, tonight of all nights, do I have no qualms about checking him out while he's staring right at me? I'm never this bold around him.

Jack didn't miss her stare, and if he's being honest with himself, he really liked that Kim was checking him out. Right then he wanted nothing more than to grab her and press his body against hers, kiss her like he had wanted to in Los Angeles before that crazy director interrupted them. He wanted her to feel the intense emotions he's feeling, and have been feeling for months. He wanted...he wanted her. He blinked a few times, trying to clear his thoughts. Thinking things like that was not something he could do. She hasn't shown any interest in him that way since they got back from Hollywood, and crossing the line between friendship and...whatever the hell he's thinking about could potentially screw everything up. Her friendship is too important to him. What if something happened between them that made her hate him? That made her never want to see or speak to him again?

Then again...she did stare. Who was he to deny his Kimmy what she wanted? If she did want it, that is. He looked back at her and cringed when he realized she was looking everywhere but at him. Things were starting to get a little awkward. And that's the last thing he wanted. "So..." he spoke, causing her to look up at him. "Are you planning on staying here tonight?"

Contrary to popular belief, they've never had a sleepover together before, just the two of them. Sure, they've had group sleepovers with the other Wasabis, but that's as friends and usually at the dojo, with Rudy watching the whole time. Just the two of them, alone, is something that hasn't been done before. It's a big step.

Kim tensed some at the question before smiling, combing her fingers through her hair to calm herself. "I guess so." She found herself saying, then she looked at him questioningly. "If that's okay with you."

Jack raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Of course it's okay. Why wouldn't it be?"

Kim shrugged nervously. "I don't know." She saw him inching closer to her in the chair, and that, of course, made her even more nervous. Maybe staying here wouldn't be the best idea, at least not for her sanity, or her heart. "Maybe staying here with your parents gone wouldn't be the best idea. What if they come home early or something? I don't want you to get in trouble." She shook her head. "Yeah, I should probably go over to Grace's tonight."

Jack had been suppressing a smile the whole time she spoke. She was adorable when she rambled like that. "Hmmm..." He hummed out as he stood up from the chair, stuffing his hands into his jean pockets and cocking his head slightly to the side, eyes twinkling with mischief. "That's too bad."

"What?" Kim asked, eyes wide with apprehension. He did not just say what I think he said.

Jack smirked and leaned down, placing his face in front of hers. "I said...that's too bad." He backed up with a satisfied smile at her look of astonishment and walked over to his bedside table, pulling his metal chinese symbol necklace over his head. "Personally, I think you should stay here for the night. But that's just me."

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