Sky laid her head on Hawk's shoulder and let out a satisfied sigh. They were cuddling on the couch, in Hawk's basement, watching a movie and Sky was happier than she had been in a long, long time.

It was now two weeks from the day she'd been kicked down the stairs, and her injuries were healing pretty well. They had released her from the hospital the day before. She'd gotten the heavy bandages off her head and her nose a couple of days ago - a lighter splint still supported the bridge of her nose but that would come off in a week too, and hair had already started to cover the wounds on her temple. Sure, there was still the cast in her arm, and she would have to endure that for another 6 weeks, but it wasn't so bad. The thing that bothered her most was her right leg - it was still numb and wouldn't move properly when she walked - a brain injury, the doctors had said - and there was no knowing if it would ever heal properly. Sky did her physiotherapy exercises every day like a good little soldier, but she couldn't really tell if they did any good. Hawk had had to carry her down to the basement because the stairs were still a big no.

But now in his arms, Sky didn't even care about her stupid leg. So what if she could never run, or do karate again? She was alive, and she was with Hawk, and that was all that mattered.

"This movie makes no sense," Hawk muttered, running his fingers gently through her hair.

"It's a superhero movie," Sky replied. "It's not supposed to make any sense."

Hawk rolled his eyes but didn't protest further, and Sky leaned closer to him as his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Ant Man continued playing on the screen, but Sky wasn't really paying attention. She'd seen the movie dozens of times anyway, but this was the first time she was alone with Hawk after their break up, and it was giving her all kinds of ideas.

She snuggled even closer and laid her hand on Hawk's chest, fingers trailing small circles on his T-shirt. The muscle under the fabric was lean and hard, she loved how it felt against her palm.

He pulled her close and placed a kiss on the top of her head.

"You okay?" he asked. "Your arm isn't hurting?"

She shook her head. "I'm good."

Tilting her face up, she flashed him a smile and his eyes turned from the TV screen to her. Her fingers kept moving on his chest, downwards, and he drew in a shaky breath as her hand reached the hem of his T-shirt and she slid her fingers under it.

"Sky–" his cheeks turned pink. "My Mom's home."

Sky glanced towards the stairs that led from the basement to the ground floor. The door on the top of the stairs was open - his mom had insisted on no closed doors - and even over the sounds of the movie, Sky could hear the clattering of pans and pots from the kitchen as Beth was preparing the dinner.

"I know," Sky grinned, sliding her hand under his shirt, palm against the hot skin of his lower abdomen. "But she's cooking. It's not like she'd just leave the food on the stove and rush down here, right?"

Hawk didn't look convinced, but as Sky slid her hand away, he let out a low, dry sound that was born deep inside his chest. He leaned in to kiss her, his lips so hot on hers, eager, impatient. Every kiss they had shared this past week had been pretty much like this - so full of yearning and passion that it grew deep in seconds. Sky let out a soft moan when his tongue entered her mouth and he brought a hand to cup her face. His kisses were like a drug, one that she could never get enough of. The way his hand trembled, his fingers dug into her scalp, told her the feeling was mutual.

She brought her hand down to the waistband of his sweats, and he made a sharp hiss in the kiss when she softly palmed him through the pants.

"Hard already?" she smirked, breaking the kiss.

His lips were brushing hers. He tasted like Doctor Pepper, his hot breathing fanned her lips. "Keep your voice down."

Sky laughed. "Keep your own voice down, mister."

She could clearly feel the shape of his large dick through the fabric of his sweats as she began to caress it. A low moan escaped Hawk's lips, and his hips bucked up from the couch to meet her hand.

"You like this?"

"Fuck, Sky—" he breathed, his lips still touching hers. "You have to stop–"

She stopped the movement of her hand but kept it on his dick, the head of his cock pressing against her palm. Hawk let out a soft, silent whine.

"You sure you wanna stop?" Sky asked softly.

He swallowed hard and brought a hand on top of Sky's own, pressing her palm against his rock-hard member, his hips bucking up again. That made Sky grin, and he kissed her smiling lips, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth as his hips were grinding against her hand.

Oh, he was in need. Sky fucking loved to see him like that. They had kissed and they had made out in the hospital as much as it had been possible, but they hadn't gone this far - and Sky knew Hawk was pretty much ready to burst. It was such a long time since the last time they had made love - she wasn't going to think about that time now, since it had been the day she had found the medal and tried to kill herself - but it really was a long time, and she could tell that Hawk felt it too.

With a wicked grin on her lips, Sky moved her hand to the waistband of his sweats - but he gently gripped her wrist and stopped her before she could unfasten the strings that held them fast.

"You don't have to–" he started, but Sky interrupted him.

"I know I don't have to. I want to."

He swallowed, his Adam's apple dipped down and then back up. "You sure?"

"If you can keep quiet."

His chest was heaving with fast, shallow breaths, but he managed a nod.

"Nice," she grinned and quickly pulled free the strings of his sweats. With his eager help, she pushed down his pants and his underwear, not much, just enough to release his dick from the agony of his clothes. Hawk let out a throaty groan and then bit his lip to silence himself, making Sky let out a giggle.

Hawk glanced towards the stairs and swallowed hard, but luckily there was still no one there. Sky could hear the sounds from the kitchen, and she wasn't worried. If they were quick and quiet no one would ever know what had happened down here. Just in case, she reached for the remote control and added some volume to the movie that was still rolling on the screen. The music and the sounds of the action scene would hide all the sounds of pleasure, she hoped.

Placing another kiss on Hawk's lips, Sky wrapped her fingers around his cock, pulling a hot moan from his throat. His head fell back against the backrest of the couch, his eyes half closed in pleasure.

"Fuck, Sky–"

"Good?" she began to move her hand, gently but with a firm grip and a steady pace. She loved his hardness, loved how his dick was so thick in her grasp, so red, so hot to touch, as if he was burning inside out.

His only answer was a wordless whimper, as Sky gripped him a bit harder, caressing his whole length now. The head of his cock was soon leaking clear droplets of pre-cum, and her mouth watered - shit, how she wished she could blow him, to taste those droplets on her tongue, to hollow her cheeks and let him thrust that dick deep into her throat until he would come crying her name—

–but her nose was still broken and she suspected that Hawk would find her choking to death a bit of a turn-off, so her hand would have to do.

Besides, he seemed to be perfectly happy with a hand job. He was fucking melting into the couch, letting out soft, dry panting breaths as she pumped him harder. His heels were digging into the carpet, his thighs were trembling and he was gripping the hem of his T-shirt with one hand, the other one still feeling Sky's cheek, then her neck, her shoulder, her chest–

"Shit that's so good–" he whined. "Fucking Hell, Sky–!"

She grinned, spreading the slickness of his pre cum on his whole length. The sounds of the TV were loud now, drowning the sighs and moans that escaped Hawk's lips no matter how badly he tried to keep quiet. His fingers were digging into Sky's breast, his thumb caressing her nipple through her T-shirt and bra, and she could feel it turning rock-hard under his touch. He wasn't the only one in need - she felt like she was sitting on a molten pot of lava, the billowy need between her legs growing by the minute, forcing her to press her thighs together. She was so wet already, wet for him, and she knew that need wouldn't be tamed unless she had him. She wanted that gorgeous dick inside of her - in her mouth and between her legs, every way she could imagine. She needed to straddle him and push him down against that couch, she needed to have his dick so blissfully deep inside of her cunt that she would see stars, and she would come again, and again, and again riding him until they'd both be senseless and utterly spent.

Get your shit together.

That's not happening today.

No matter how much she wanted him, this was not the time. They really needed to be quick and quiet because Mommy Moskowitz could come down here looking for them any moment - and when they made love for the first time after the breakup, Sky didn't want it to be rushed. She wanted it to be beautiful. She wanted him to make love to her all night long.

That thought brought a grin to her lips, and she quickened her pace. Hawk groaned and cursed under his breath.

"Shit, you're so good–" he whined. "Fuck–"

"You gonna come?"

"Mo– more," his breath hitched. "Please–"

Sky let out a laugh.

"I'm a bit short-handed here," she breathed, close to his ear. "Wanna help?"

His eyes opened, and he looked at her - his baby blue eyes full of sweet surrender, and Sky knew he was hers for the taking. She could have asked anything of him, and he would have obeyed - but the only thing she wanted was his pleasure. Kissing him hard, she let go of his cock, took his hand in hers, and brought it back down so that they gripped his dick together.

He was breathing fast now, every exhale a sharp, panting breath that burned on Sky's lips. She let him grip the base of his cock, and her own smaller hand covered the head. He set the pace now, as he started to pump himself hard and fast, and Sky adjusted her own caresses to his rhythm.

"Oh God–" he moaned into her mouth. "I'm gonna come–"

"Yeah, baby–" she breathed, her lips brushing his. "Come for me–"

She kissed him even harder, drinking the groans of pleasure that escaped from his throat. In her tight grip, she felt his cock throbbing as he climaxed. Sky broke the kiss to watch how he came, the white bursts of cum shot out of him, covering the skin of his belly and his T-shirt that he had pulled up, but not up enough. Some of the last, hot spurts fell onto Sky's fingers.

"Holy shit–" Hawk was panting. "Oh my god–"

"You made a mess," Sky smirked, as she slowly let go of his cock. "Naughty boy."

His cheeks were already burning, but they heated even more as he observed the amount of cum that covered his belly and the front of his T-shirt. "Oh, crap–"

"It's okay, I've got it," Sky flashed him a grin, and started scooping his cum into her fingers, and then licking them clean. The taste was strong, musky but not unpleasant, so she swallowed. Hawk's jaw dropped as he silently watched how she cleaned all the cum from his belly, as much as she could from his shirt, and finally when all else was done, she bent down and licked his cock clean too, making him let out a soft, silent moan.

"You might wanna cover yourself now," Sky said in a low voice. "That door is still open."

It was as if he only now remembered where they were, and panic flashed in Hawk's eyes as he glanced towards the stairs. With a swift move, he pulled up his pants and underwear, frowning as he observed his stained shirt.

"Shit… I need to change this before dinner."

"Don't worry about it," Sky smiled at him. "We can always tell your Mom you spilled some soda."

That made him let out a laugh, but his eyes were still dark when he turned his gaze back at her. He brought a hand to cup her face and leaned in to kiss her, this time soft and gentle, his lips all slow and hot on hers. Sky's heart swelled, it filled her ribcage. His kisses took her breath away.

"I love you Sky," he breathed, his fingers deep in her curls as he held her face close to his own. "You have no idea how much I've missed that."

"Oh, I think I have some idea," she smirked. "You came like a fucking fountain."

He grinned against her lips, his other hand still in her hair, but the other one was moving to her waist, to feel the curve of her hip under his palm. "I wanna make you come like that too."

"Come on, not now–"

"Why not?" He was kissing her cheek now, the line of her jaw, and her breath hitched. She was so turned on by his closeness, the taste of his cum still lingered on her tongue, that this small contact was making her burn, she shifted restlessly as the emptiness inside of her was driving her nuts.

"Because–"

"Dinner is ready," came Beth's voice from upstairs and they had only a heartbeat to react before her feet appeared at the top of the stairs.

With a sharp inhale, Sky pulled back and broke their contact, turning her attention back to the TV. The end credits of the movie were rolling on the screen.

Beth descended the stairs and stopped in front of them, still wearing an apron and a large wooden spoon in her hand. "You finished?"

Sky felt like she would choke. "What–?"

"The movie," Beth smiled and pointed towards the TV. "You finished watching it? Just in time for dinner."

"Ummm, yeah," Sky managed. "The movie. It was awesome."

Beth's smile was wide and friendly as if she didn't notice anything weird, but embarrassment was fucking killing Sky. She wished the couch could swallow her up, but no such luck. Jesus Christ, if that woman had walked in a minute earlier-

Sky didn't even want to finish that thought. She started arranging the empty Doctor Pepper cans on the table, hoping that Beth didn't notice her burning cheeks or the slight tremble of her hands.

"How nice," Beth replied with another warm smile. "I hope you're hungry because dinner is ready now. Eli, will you come and set the table?"

Hawk cleared his throat. "Sure. I'll be there in a minute."

"Great, thanks sweetie," Beth said and turned to walk back upstairs. Hawk and Sky both stared after her, breathless, in silence until they were sure she was out of earshot.

"That's why," Sky said. "Just imagine if she'd found us here with your head between my legs."

Hawk had already regained his cool. He gave Sky a knowing smirk. "My head between your legs? So that's how you want it?"

Sky's cheeks were burning. She placed her palms against them, but it did nothing to cool her down. "Stop it. It's not funny."

"Okay, okay–" Hawk said, and stood up, giving Sky a hand. "Next time we wait until she's not home."

He held out a hand for her, and Sky took it. He helped her up from the couch to her still shaky legs, and then scooped her up in his arms in bridal style, holding her tight against his chest. That made Sky a bit giddy - so what that the reason why he had to carry her was her useless leg? She fucking loved that he was so strong that he could just pick her up like this, as if it was just a romantic gesture. It made her feel so safe, it made her feel like nothing could hurt her.

"And next time I'll make sure it's you who's coming like a fucking fountain," he said in a low voice as he started carrying her up the stairs.

Sky buried her burning face into his T-shirt, but she couldn't help a giggle. "Shut up! I'm not a squirter."

"Not yet."

"Feeling that confident?"

He shrugged. "All I'm saying is that I owe you one. And I'm gonna pay back that debt."

She smiled against his shoulder. There were many dirty things she wanted to say to him, but they had already reached the ground floor and she knew Hawk's Mom was in the kitchen and could probably hear them now. And indeed, there was Beth, standing in the kitchen doorway, holding a pile of plates in her hands.

"Will you set the table, Eli?" she asked.

Hawk carefully set Sky down on her feet, and was just about to take the plates, when Sky interrupted him.

"I'll do that. Eli needs to change his shirt, he spilled some soda on it."

From the corner of her eye, Sky saw how Hawk stiffened and swallowed, his cheeks suddenly red - but Beth didn't seem to notice, she had already passed the plates to Sky's hand with a smile and was walking back into the kitchen.

"Soda? Well, it doesn't surprise me. He's always been so clumsy," Beth let out a laugh.

"I'm not clumsy," Hawk muttered, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Go on, change that shirt–" Sky giggled. "It's better your mom thinks you're clumsy than that you're a pervert."

"You started it you know, so you're the pervert," Hawk muttered, as he pecked Sky's cheek with his lips. "Just wait until we're alone."

Sky laughed and shooed him away. She still had her tummy full of butterflies when she made her way to the dining room, laid the plates on the large, wooden table, and arranged the knives and forks in their places on both sides of the plates. Her mind was still on Hawk, on his promise of what he'd do to her when they'd be alone next time, and it made her lightheaded, as if her feet weren't even touching the ground.

A smile lingering on her lips, she arranged the last pair of cutleries - when she heard someone rushing down the stairs, two steps at a time.

"Sky–!" Hawk's voice called her name, and she turned to look.

He stood in the doorway, shirtless, holding a clean T-shirt in one hand, and his phone in the other. His eyes were wide, but he was grinning, a wide smile lighting up his face.

"What is it?"

"It's Miguel," Hawk replied. "He's awake."


What can I say? I missed writing smut. XD