YEAH, I KNOW I CHANGED THE TITLE. I GOT A NEW SONG ON MY ITUNES AND I THINK IT AND THE LYRICS JUST FIT BETTER. SO SUE ME. ANYWAYS, HERE IS THE NEXT PART OF THE STORY. OH! AND I'D LIKE TO THANK EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED AND ALL THE FLATTERING THINGS THAT WERE SAID. IT MEANS A LOT. BUT I DO NEED TO SAY THAT THE SEX PARTS ARE MORE OR LESS WRITTEN BY beautiflxoblvn. I'M JUST NOT THAT GREAT AT SEX SCENES. I CAN DO THEM, BUT THE WAY beautiflxoblvn WRITES THEM IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN MINE. SO, AGAIN, I THANK THIS WONDERFUL AUTHOR FOR THE USE OF HER STORY!

OH AND QUICK SIDE NOTE: THE NAMES I USE FOR JACK'S PARENTS AREN'T THE REAL ONES. KICKIN' IT HAS YET TO GIVE THE NAMES, SO I MADE UP SOME.

AND ONCE MORE, MY STORY IS BASED ON beautiflxoblvn'S STORY ONE MORE NIGHT FROM THE AUSTIN & ALLY FANDOM. IF YOU LIKE AUSTIN & ALLY, I'D CHECK OUT THE STORY!

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!

(Sunday)

Jack laid in his bed, basking in the morning sun and smiling to himself, proud that he had successfully snuck out of his house, had some, fun, with Kim, and snuck back in without being caught by either his parents or Kim's. He'd call that a victory in his book. They'd had one or two close calls, but the teenage gods had been smiling down on him this weekend, and lucky for him, they had allowed him and Kim to escape any detection from anybody. Not even their two best friends and sensei know about what has gone on between them this weekend, or, at least, he's pretty sure none of them knew.

He shook off that thought and continued to smile. He wanted to enjoy this as much as he could all by himself before he had to go around explaining himself and his relationship with Kim to everyone and their brother. What he had with her – he wasn't sure what it was yet – was thrilling because of the secrecy.

He lazily looked over his shoulder at the alarm clock on his bedside table and sighed when he saw the time. It was already almost noon and he has yet to move from his spot beneath the sheets.

Last night was probably the best night of sleep he has ever gotten, and he knew it was because of all the activity his body had gotten the night before, and, well, the night before that. Not even karate made him this tired or relaxed. Kim was like a drug to him, one that he's quickly becoming addicted to and wants more of. He worried a little about the fact that she hadn't grilled him on what their official status was yet. Was she just waiting to see what he wanted to do? If Jack is completely honest with himself, he knows he too is a little nervous to find out the answer. He wants her. His crush was no secret, especially to Milton and Jerry, the two (besides Kim) who knew him the best. But did she want a relationship with him like he wants with her? Or was worrying for no reason?

Sighing, Jack rolled back over and shoved the blankets off of his body, stretching out cat-like before reaching over to his bedside table for his cell phone.

No new messages.

He was a little disappointed, to say the least, that she hadn't sent him anything. Even after his goodnight text he'd sent her last night, he received nothing in return. Was she upset with him over what had happened? Had they gone too far?

Jack sat up and ran a hand through his ruffled locks. Everything was just so confusing now. He couldn't even go to the dojo today to get rid of this extra stress! Rudy closed it down to go to an amusement park for the day, Jerry and Milton going with him. He was planning on going, but canceled, saying he was just too tired to get up. Plus, he probably couldn't concentrate on anything, not after everything that has happened between him and Kim. Then Jerry and Milton would notice he's distracted and grill him, and he'd eventually break and...ugh! He fell back onto his bed. His head hurts.

Kim smiled to herself as she showered that morning (well, afternoon, since it was nearly noon when she finally woke up). She tried her hardest not to, tried telling herself that what she and Jack were doing wasn't healthy. Keeping it a secret, that is. The rest of it was probably pretty normal for hormonal teenagers, and had it not been for her sudden boldness two nights ago, she'd probably blush at the thought of everything she and Jack had done together thus far. But right now, all she did was ache for more. The thought of him: his smile, his voice, his kisses, his body...she wanted so much more than what she has gotten so far.

She used to scoff at the idea and image of these girls running around Seaford (mostly Donna Tobin and her minions), flaunting their sexuality and doing anything for a cute guy, and yet, here she was, examining herself in the shower to see what she could change about herself to please Jack. They may be in a limbo, of sorts, on the relationship train; after all, they had done things kind of backwards, but she wanted to please him in any way she could. She wanted him to look twice whenever she walked by. She laughed and shook her head at herself. One day he's just her friend, her secret crush, the next they're lovers and all she wants is to please him and be the only girl to turn him on. What has she become?

Kim smiled again as she rinsed the creamy conditioner from her hair, tilting her head to the side and letting the water run down the contours of her neck. She thought about how Jack had admitted he hadn't gone very far with any other girl before, and that he had let her be his first to ever go down on. The idea that he wanted to do that for her turned her on completely and it pushed away any insecurities she'd been feeling when she remembered his goodnight text he'd sent her. The Jack she knew was all about avoiding any awkward moments or conversations, and he wasn't avoiding her by any means. He had pursued her last night, and ended it with a sweet message to her after he'd gotten home. This was not something he seemed to be ashamed of, and that gave her tingles.

Sighing to herself, Kim turned the water off and wrung out her hair once more before stepping out into the bathroom, grabbing a fluffy white towel and wrapping it around herself as she approached the vanity. She hastily ran her palm across the glass surface, rubbing away the steam that had built up during her third shower in less than twenty-four hours. She shook her head to herself. She was a pretty dirty girl yesterday.

Kim turned to her side and looked at her own reflection, keeping her eyes trained on the curve of her hips and breasts, striking different poses and seeing which way made her look sexiest. She pursed her lips and made a duck face or two, playing with her own hair and going back and forth between smooth and sleek to crazy and wild, and that was when she spotted it: the ginormous hickey that seemed to have grown over night on the crook of her neck. What had once been two small-ish hickeys was now one large one, with a much darker hue to it. He'd really done a number on her last night. She tried to be mad at him for it – really, she did – but all she could do was smile. He had marked her as his, whether he intended to or not, and she found she was completely turned on by it.

Stepping out into her bedroom, Kim quickly snatched her cell off of her bed and went back to her full-length mirror, opening the camera and taking a quick selfie, putting extra emphasis on the crook of her neck and the darkened area focused right in the middle. Once she was satisfied with the picture, she smirked and attached it to a text, sending it to a particular brunet who she was sure would be proud to admire his handy work.

When the message was sent, she smiled to herself, satisfied, and walked to her closet, eager to pick an outfit that would hide the offending mark without making her swelter in the California heat for the day. She shuffled through top after top in her closet, and finally found one that would cover the junction of her neck and shoulder, and still be cool enough. She planned on going to the dojo and practicing some, knowing it'd be closed for the day; Rudy had given her a set of keys to the dojo before, for emergencies. Plus, it'd help relieve some stress. Pulling the top out of the closet, she held it up in front of her, gazing at it and deciding if it was suitable for the day. She'd only be wearing it to walk over to the dojo in, so it should be fine.

She placed the top, hanger and all, out on her bed and began to look for her denim boyfriend short-shorts. She had the perfect shoes and up-do in mind for the day and then she could get a move on. Smiling to herself once again, she pulled the towel off of her petite form and rubbed her blonde hair with it, sopping all the excess moisture out and walking unabashed into her bathroom to begin preparing for her day.

Jack finally worked his way down to the kitchen, wearing nothing but his skater jeans he had thrown on after he crawled out of bed. He bounded into the kitchen and grabbed an apple out of the bowl on the island, hopping himself up onto it and taking a large bite. "Morning," he said with a full mouth to his parents, who were both sitting at the table, reading the Sunday paper.

Dana Brewer smiled sweetly at her son, cocking a perfectly manicured brow at him. "Afternoon," she corrected and went back to reading her article.

Jack grinned in her direction, not hiding the chunks of apple that clung to his teeth, before shrugging his shoulders and taking another bite.

Drew lowered his paper to look at his son, eyeing him curiously. "You're awful chipper this morning, aren't you?"

Jack shrugged and tried to hide his smile from his father. "Just had a really good night," he said, taking another bite. Drew eyed his son up and down. There was something he wasn't telling him, and being a teenage boy, he was afraid to even ask what it was.

Drew had been a teenage boy himself, once, and he knew there were very few things that could put a smile that big on a boy's face this soon after waking up in the morning. He nodded slowly at his son and watched as his face eyed him back just as curiously.

"What?" Jack asked, a little confused.

Drew set his paper down and faced his son. "Had a good night because you didn't have anything to do?"

Jack tried to hide the blush that was creeping up his neck and into his cheeks. His father was so on to him.

"Yup," he laughed nervously. "I was in my room sleeping allllll night...all by myself," he said, voice slightly high-pitched, pursing his lips when he was done.

Drew nodded back but never let the suspicious gaze leave his son. "Right..."

Jack began to look around the room, anywhere but at his father who seemed to be suspicious of something, when suddenly his phone went off in his pocket.

Thankful for the distraction, he pulled the device out quickly and blushed once again when he saw it was from Kim. He spared one quick glance up at his father through his eyelashes, thankful that he had finally gone back to reading his newspaper and sipping his coffee instead of staring him down. Quickly Jack swiped his finger across his cell to reveal the message he'd received from Kim, and what he saw when he opened it made him choke on his most recent bite of fruit.

There, on the extremely HD screen of his cell phone, was a picture of Kim, wrapped in nothing but a towel, dripping wet and smirking at him. The picture was a mirror shot, and he could see from her ribs up, the towel wrapped tightly around her so that her pert little breasts were bulging out of the terry-cloth material. She had her head tilted in such a way that drew his eyes to her neck, and that was when he saw it, the giant red and purple bruise on her skin where he had been kissing her for a lengthy period last night.

He coughed as he tried to keep himself from choking on his breakfast as he hopped down from the island, both of his parents looking at him with concern as he turned red and tried to suck in breaths of air.

"Jack, sweetie..." his mother started as she stood up. He waved her back down to signal he was okay, but he was still having a difficult time breathing as he looked at the picture once again, this time reading her message.

nice work, handsome.
I guess I have to
cover up more
around you now...

Jack cleared his throat and took a deep breath to try and calm himself, his eyes continuously falling to her practically naked form in the picture. He blushed again and looked up at his parents, who were both eyeing him suspiciously. He chuckled and backed away.

"I'm...gonna go back up to my room now. I have some homework to do."

Jack took off before either of his parents could respond and Dana just looked at her husband with raised eyebrows.

Drew smirked and nodded at his wife. "It's a girl."

Dana didn't look so surprised, and smiled a little to herself. She knew exactly which girl could get her son in such a tizzy that fast: a certain blonde haired-brown eyed black belt.

Drew shook his head and turned the page of his paper. "Yeah. Definitely a girl."

"There you are!" Jack exclaimed as he bursted through the supposed-to-be-locked-and-closed doors of the Bobby Wasabi Dojo.

Kim whirled around in surprise, but her shock quickly turned to excitement when her eyes landed on the incredibly delicious-looking guy in front of her. She had just finished changing back into her street clothes after a good, long practice to go get some dinner when she heard the doors suddenly burst open. She could've sworn she locked them...

When she turned around and Jack's eyes fell on her, he was absolutely awestricken by her outfit. She looked incredible. She was wearing an incredibly short pair of denim short-shorts that left a majority of her long, toned legs bare, giving him a real nice view of them. Damn, how he wanted to grasp them right then. And on her delicate feet were a pair of tan studded sandals that showcased her neatly painted dark blue toenails. Then there was her top. It was nothing more than an oversized magenta t-shirt, but the way she had it positioned on herself left her left shoulder completely bare while covering up her right – covering up, he assumed, the hickey she had shown him in the picture earlier.

Her hair was in a side ponytail, a few pieces having escaped and framing her face like it was done on purpose. And her eyes! Her eyes were decorated with a light dusting of eyeshadow and eyeliner, causing her chocolate brown eyes to pop, and shading her lips was a light, glossy pink, making them look so kissable. She was a vision, and Jack couldn't help but stare.

"Wow," was all he could muster as he continued to blatantly check her out. "You look..." he paused, a complete lack of words taking him over as he drank her in. "Is this your way of covering up more around me?"

Kim pursed her lips and blushed, looking down at herself. She held her hands out on either side of her body. "Yeah," she laughed nervously. "I hadn't really planned on anyone seeing me," she said, looking back up at him, taking in his appearance as well.

His hair was ruffled, just the way she liked it. He wore a plain blue t-shirt covered by a bright blue plaid button-up, left open and rolled up at the sleeves, and he had on black skater jeans that were ripped in various places; on his feet were black-and-blue Supra high tops, around his wrists were his usual bundle of bracelets and circling around his neck was a silver karate symbol necklace.

To Kim, he looked absolutely edible, and if she had it her way, she'd be eating him in just a few short minutes...

She gulped. Did I really just think that? What has gotten into me?

"Umm..." he stammered as he looked at her again. "I went by your house, you weren't there. And then I checked some of your usual hang-outs, but couldn't find you either." He looked her over again, licking his lips. "This was the last place I could think of to check, but I thought it was supposed to be closed..." He looked at her questioningly.

She tilted her head and tried to stop herself from smiling as he slowly made his way over to her. She was unsuccessful. "Rudy gave me a copy of the keys, for emergencies. I was bored at home and wanted to work off some extra energy." She glanced at him with a smirk. "I slept in pretty late, but woke up feeling really energized. I don't know why..." she teased him.

Jack smirked at her and nodded, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his hands on her lower back, just above her ass. Kim wished he would just be a barbarian and grab her.

"Is that right?" he teased right back. "That's too bad, 'cause, you know, if you were at home, all snuggly in your bed, I could've come over and helped you get, you know..." he raised his eyebrows at her. "...relaxed?"

Kim wasn't entirely sure how he's being so carefree and flirty with her right now. There's a lot of stuff they needed to discuss, preferably before school the next day. They needed to set down ground rules. How are they to act towards each other out in public? Were they going to be affectionate? Were they going to be completely normal? Could they act completely normal with everything that has gone on between them? When were they going to tell Milton, Jerry and Rudy? Were they going to tell Milton, Jerry and Rudy?

She willed herself to stop rambling and let her hands fall to his chest, his oh-so-hard chest that she suddenly never wanted to stop feeling beneath her small hands.

A pool of liquid formed in her very thin panties and she squirmed to accommodate, her eyes darkening as she looked up at him. "Really," she purred, looking down at her fingers on his chest before flipping some of her hair out of her face and looking back up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "What about you?" she asked sweetly. "Two nights in a row you've snuck out to see me. What about your good nights sleep?"

Jack bit his lip and smiled down at her. "Oh, don't you worry about me. I haven't been having any trouble sleeping."

"Is that right?" she asked, her head cocked.

"It is," he said as he snaked his fingers along her scalp and into her up-do, pulling her face up to his.

Kim pushed herself up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, inhaling sharply when their lips finally met. As cliché as it sounded, it felt like electricity every time their mouths met. Kim has never experienced it with any other guy before.

Their kiss quickly became heated, and Kim didn't miss the way Jack trailed his hands down her sides and gripped her hips, pulling her more into him. She enjoyed every second of it, though. She wanted his hands on her all the time, all over her. It amazed her how much her feelings for him have grown in only two days of exploration.

Jack whimpered into the kiss and Kim instantly turned to Jell-O. He whimpered! He was freaking adorable and she couldn't handle it anymore. She could feel his arousal pressed against her front as they stood pinned together, and the way he was massaging her scalp as he held her to him, she was turned on again, and there would be no stopping her now.

She feigned for only a second, they really needed to talk things out before something bad happened between them! Oh but his tongue, and his scent, and his body, her senses are on complete overload and she knew she'd never be able to hold her ground with him being the way he is right now.

Maybe just one more time wouldn't be so bad. One more time and everything they had building up to would be out of their system, right?

She pulled back and gasped for air, and he immediately moved his mouth down to the bare side that her shirt showed, and began placing long, steamy openmouthed kisses on her neck. Kim felt goosebumps rise all over her sensitive form, and she couldn't help but run her hands through his hair and pull him up to kiss his neck and leave trails of affection all over his flesh.

"I want you," she purred into his ear, her hot breath tickling him before she nibbled on his earlobe.

Jack licked his lips and squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself the control and restraint he needs to not throw her on the floor and take her right there. "You got me, I'm right here," he said huskily as he guided her hands to run down his chest, feeling him the whole way down.

Kim smirked and took control of her own hands again when she reached the top of his jeans, ghosting her fingers up and under his blue tee and through the fine trail of hairs that lead like a path down into the waistband of his exposed boxers. His happy trail, she thought. Would it be wrong to lick her way down to the prize at the end? "No," she said quietly. "I mean," she said as she pulled back and looked him in the eyes, her hands popping open the button on his jeans before vigorously pulling the two sides apart, listening as the zipper worked its way down before grasping him through his boxers. "I want you. Right now."

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