When the match started, Sky couldn't even remember what she'd been so nervous about.

This was Hawk - he loved her. He wasn't going to let her down.

She knew every inch of his body, every movement was familiar. His sharp, precise strikes and punches, his powerful, fast kicks - Sky had seen them all, watching him train at the dojo. And she loved everything about him - the lines of his long limbs, the smooth skin over hard muscle - the sharpness in his eyes as he looked at her, evaluated her as an opponent instead of a lover. But Sky also remembered how that skin felt under her touch when she slid her hands over his bare chest, his muscled arms. She knew the taste of those lips, the scent of his skin when he laid her on the bed and she wrapped her arms around his body, buried her face into his neck, and breathed in the smell of sweat and salt and steel and cotton and boy.

Everything about him was beautiful, from the top of his mohawk to his bare feet and toes. And Sky would gladly see him win.

He was hesitant at first, circling the mat, his eyes never leaving hers. But as she didn't hold back, and attacked with full force, he instinctively blocked her advances. It became clear that if Sky knew his movements, he knew hers too.

It was almost like dancing.

Not that Sky had ever danced with him. He had said he didn't dance, and she hadn't pressed on it - after all, in the few parties they'd been together, she had been happy to dance for him, the way his eyes glided on her body when she did so, was more than enough of a reward for her.

But had they danced, this is what it would be like.

Every move had a counter move, every attack was blocked. Where one kicked, the other ducked, where one struck, the other retreated. They weren't two people - they were one - one swirl of constant, fluent movement without end or beginning, and through it all, she was smiling.

She hadn't realized fighting could be like this, she hadn't felt this kind of a connection with anyone, not sine–

–since Kat.

Fighting Kat had been like this too. Like it really didn't matter which one of them one, because they were in it together.

She scored a point by landing a kick on Hawk's chest - but she could tell he didn't just let it happen. He was really trying to block that kick, but she was faster.

The next point went to Hawk - he threw her down on the mat, but the fist that met her sternum barely grazed the fabric of her gi, the contact so slight she almost didn't feel it at all.

His eyes were wide as he helped her up, but she gave him a grin, her hand lingering on his for a couple of seconds.

"You okay?" he asked, slightly out of breath. "I didn't… I didn't hurt you did I?"

"You can hit me, you know," Sky replied with a reassuring smile. "I won't break."

He didn't reply, and Sky didn't force it. She knew he wouldn't want to hurt her - but it was enough for her that he was really fighting. If he wanted to score his points by the smallest contact possible, she would take it. All she wanted was a fair fight, and to see Hawk win.

And again they were dancing - his leg span over her head as she ducked down, her fist met with his arm as he blocked her forward strike, the sharp gasps, and grunts that left his lips were the most beautiful sound Sky had ever heard. She forgot everything else, her body was strong and swift, and he looked at her like she was something spectacular. Like she was a star in the sky.

She got another point, managing a kick on his chin - and just like him, she kept the contact light. Her feet barely scratched the skin of his jaw, but it was enough.

"Shit, you're hot when you kick me like that," he breathed in a low voice to make sure no one would overhear him.

"And you're hot when you throw me down on the mat," she replied with a smirk as she returned to her side of the mat.

He laughed at her words, the dry, throaty sound of his laughter making Sky hot all over. She loved to see him like this. After all the stupid shit that had gone down today - their fight over Paulo, his jealousy of her training with Miguel, his intention of just giving up and letting her win - it was as if he was now letting go of all that too. As if he could now see her as she saw him - a worthy opponent, an equal.

Not as something fragile that needed to be protected or she'd break.

And Hell - she was going to show him just how good she was! Sky gave it everything she had. Everything she had learned from Kat's dad and from Sensei, from the hated pitching machine, from her training with Miguel. Her body was tired and sore, her muscles were burning, but her mind was clear.

Still, it was Hawk to score the next point, his second one, by a neat roundhouse kick, the ball of his foot scraped her cheek light as a feather.

"Nice one," Sky commented, flashing him a quick smile. He let out a soft breath as if relieved that she wasn't hurt.

Sky could only admire the control Hawk had over his body - to be able to attack her so fiercely, and yet score the points without causing her harm. Her heart swelled with pride, she was happy to be here, dancing this dance with him until the very end–

–which came before she realized it.

The buzzer sounded just as she was about to punch Hawk in the face, and her fist froze in mid-air.

Three minutes, already? But… but which one of us is the winner?

Confused, Sky glanced at Hawk, letting her fist down, but Hawk too only shrugged his shoulders.

"These two amazing competitors–" came the loud, excited voice of the announcer as he raced to the mat holding the mic, drawing Sky's attention toward him. "–have reached their three minute time limit in a 2-2 tie, which means their championship match will be decided for the first time since 1985 by sudden death overtime!"

The audience exploded and the cheering filled the hall, overloading Sky's senses. She glanced toward the direction where she knew Dad was sitting, saw him standing and clapping his hands, shouting something but she couldn't make out the words - but Sky knew he would be proud of her whichever way this ended.

She turned back at Hawk, smiling at him. In his black gi, his blue mohawk as sharp and wild as ever, he looked so beautiful it took her breath away, and she knew - there was no place on Earth she'd rather be than right here, right now, with him.

"Come on," she said. "Let's finish this."

He gave a sharp nod, and even if his mouth was a serious, hard line across his face, his eyes answered her smile - as if he had enjoyed this too, even against his will.

They bowed to each other one last time, the referee shouted "Fight!" and like a bolt of lighting, Hawk launched himself at her, and tackled her down on the mat.

Sky barely managed to get a foot against his shoulder, to push him off her, and roll to the side, leaving him on his knees on the mat. Without hesitation, she aimed a kick toward his chest.

His eyes widened.

The ball of her foot connected with his sternum, a bit harder than she had meant to and he fell backward, his back hitting the mat with a thump.

"Eli–!" Sky cried and crawled towards him on her all fours. "Are you alright?!"

He laughed and said something, but whatever it was, his voice was lost in the noise as the crowd exploded into cheers. Someone grabbed Sky's arm, and she was yanked up to her feet, her arm was pulled up in the air, and only then did she realize what had happened.

"The Winner of the All Valley Under 18 Karate tournament - Sky O'Brian!"

Winner? I fucking won?

She could barely believe it, even if it was announced through the mic - and suddenly all the Cobras were rushing toward her - a sea of black and yellow gis and grinning faces, Sensei behind them - and they were all around her, hugging her, laughing and screaming. Sky's heart swelled, it filled her ribcage, and the tears she hadn't even realized she was holding, fell to her cheeks. And then someone gave her the fucking enormous trophy, and she couldn't help but to cry out loud, scream high and loud as a bird, as she raised the trophy up in the air over her head.

Blinking away the tears, sKy saw Hawk, making his way through the celebrating Cobras, and suddenly nothing else mattered. She tossed the trophy to Sensei and threw her arms around Hawk's neck, his strong arms wrapped around her body, and pulled her close.

"Congratulations, babe," he breathed throatily, burying his face in her hair.

She gripped the back of his gi with her trembling fingers, pressed her face against his shoulder, and just breathed in his scent, it filled her lungs, the smell of salt and steel and high skies and wild nights, and she had never loved him more.

"You did it, you won the whole fucking thing," Hawk said, cradling her in his arms.

"No, we did it," Sky replied and pulled back enough to see his face. The joy inside of her heart was like an exploding sun, and it burned in her body, filling her all the way to her toes and fingertips. Grinning, she pulled him into a short but heated kiss.

His eyes were dark when she broke the kiss, his chest was heaving.

"And I know just the way I want to celebrate," she said with a wicked grin.

It was chaos.

That was the only word Hawk could think of to describe what happened after Sky's victory.

It seemed like everyone wanted to meet the new champion, shake her hand, congratulate her, to give a high five.

Her dad was of course the first one to congratulate Sky, and he also shook Hawk's hand in a very manly way, telling him it was high time Hawk stopped calling him Mr. O'Brian and started calling him Nicholas instead. Hawk fucked it up immediately, by replying "Sure thing, Mr. O'Brian… umm, sorry, I mean Nicholas." which earned a scoff from that insufferable Paulo whom Hawk still resented no matter what Sky had said about him being like a brother to her. Watching Paulo hug Sky again, his muscled arms around her slender body, made Hawk jealous, that feeling sharp and stinging like swallowing broken glass.

He wanted to push him away from her, wanted to shout at him to keep his hands off his girlfriend, but he managed to hold his tongue.

This was not the time to get into another fight with Sky. They could talk about all that later, but now–

Now was the time to celebrate.

Even if Hawk wasn't the winner, he remembered Sky's words about 'her lips and his dick' and the promise in her eyes every time she glanced at him, made his core tighten with need.

He fucking wanted her, so much that it was impossible to think about anything else. The adrenaline in his body was still making him restless and tense and he needed to work it out of his system. He wanted to take Sky out of here, to stirp that gi off her body, to run his tongue on her collarbones to taste the sweat on her skin, and–

And it wasn't going to happen, at least not for a while, because there were all her friends now - Demetri, Moon, Sam - who all wanted to hug Sky and congratulate her, and the girls screamed and laughed and agreed to get their nails done during the weekend, which Hawk thought was pretty bizarre considering Sky was a karate champion, but who the Hell was he to say anything about it? If that was the way she wanted to celebrate, then so fucking be it.

But as things dragged on and on, Hawk began to think that they would never get to be alone. Yeah, he loved seeing Sky so happy and surrounded by friends and loved ones - after all the rough shit he'd seen her going through - but still. He wanted to kiss her so bad it took his breath away, but there just was no chance of getting into that now, not as long as their fellow Cobras were all here - and they sure as hell took their time congratulating Sky, chanting 'Cobra Kai' again and again so loud that the whole hall echoed, and of course, Hawk shouted it with them and celebrated with them, but still - all he really wanted to do was to get away, to be alone with Sky because fuck, he was burning and he needed her as he had never needed her before.

So when they finally managed to sneak out of the hall, and Sky determinedly took his hand and led her into the girls' locker room - which was empty by now, for Aisha had already picked up her things - he was in fire as sure as if the blood in his veins had been replaced with burning oil.

As soon as the door closed behind them, he pushed Sky against the door with force, throwing one arm over her head to lean on, as his other hand cupped her face when he dipped down to kiss her.

Her lips opened, his tongue entered her mouth and he groaned, already hard in his pants. His chest was heaving with deep breaths, as he pinned her between the door and his lean body, and fuck it felt so good, it was almost too much and still not enough.

Her small hands were already on the belt of his gi, opening the knot and pulling it off, and he ripped off the jacket of his gi, throwing it to the floor. His own hands found her belt and ripped it open, his fingers moved to the bare skin of her stomach, and he groaned into the kiss feeling how she shivered under his touch.

"We don't have long–" she panted, breaking the kiss. "Let's be quick."

He couldn't even answer. Being quick wasn't really a problem - though being too quick could definitely be one.

"You got condoms?" he breathed, resting his brow against hers. His fingers were on the waistband of her pants, pushing them down.

"No," she breathed with a strangled voice. "Shit!"

His hands stopped, he rested them on her hips, the arcs of her hip bones fit his palms like they were sculpted for his touch.

"You want to stop?" he asked.

Fuck, he would die if he had to stop now. He would fucking spontaneously combust and burn to ashes if he didn't have her right now, but–

But we don't have condoms. Shit! We can't do it without condoms. I don't wanna get her pregnant–

"No," Sky replied. "I fucking need you. Let's just be careful."

He swallowed hard. "You mean like–?"

"Just don't come in me, okay?"

A flash of desire shot through his body, and groaning he kissed her again. His tongue dipped deep into her mouth, and she was squirming under his touch as he pulled her pants down to her knees. She let out a surprised yelp, as he turned her around, pushed her chest against the door so that her bare ass was sticking up, and fucking Hell it was the most amazing thing he had ever seen in his life.

She looked so fucking hot like this - still wearing the shirt of her gi, but the pants down to her knees - and her ass was so fucking perfect, all round curves and soft skin, and Hawk's mouth went dry with wanting.

He slid a hand between her thighs, and she moaned softly when his fingers met the wetness that was already pooling there.

"We have to be quiet–" he managed through his dry throat, as he eased a couple of fingers inside of her tight heat and she moaned again.

Sky clasped a hand on her mouth, but it did little good - the sharp gasps and moans kept escaping her lips as he began to move his fingers inside of her, in and out in a steady rhythm - and he could only hope no one would hear them. Thank fuck she had at least locked the door.

She was trembling already, pushing her hips against his hand - and letting out these soft whimpers that told Hawk she was ready for him. He pulled his fingers off her, just to push down his own pants, to release his aching dick from the agony of his underwear - and then–

Oh my fucking God–!

He couldn't help a rather loud groan as he pushed inside of her - his bare dick into her tight, soaking wet cunt, and it felt better than anything they'd ever done before.

Shit, I can't come, I can't come, I fucking can't come inside–!

It took all his willpower not to come right then and there, but he managed to gain control over his urges. His hands found her tiny waist, her gorgeous hips - shit, she looked so fucking hot like this - the curves of her hips were meant for this, he was sure of it now as his hands gripped them hard, fingers digging into the soft, smooth skin.

She couldn't keep quiet, as he began to move, pounding his dick into her, every thrust deep and raw - and he knew he should tell her to be quiet, but the sounds she made as he pushed inside of her were insanely arousing, and he yearned to hear her, needed to hear every gasp and every moan, each and every one of them telling him just how much she needed him.

"Fuck, Sky–!" he groaned, gripping her hips harder. "Shit–!"

She was the fucking champion - she could kick anybody's ass - and yet she had led him into the locker room, and she let him bend her over like this and drive his cock into her sweet cunt like it was the only thing she wanted in the whole fucking word.

She let him fuck her like this, from behind, her pants around her ankles, without a condom, like they were fucking animals.

It blew his mind.

"Harder–! Oh God!" she breathed, slamming her palms against the door and her words almost made him lose it. "Fuck, Eli, I need more–"

The high pitched tone of her voice told Hawk she was close, and he gave her what she wanted, picking up a faster, harder pace, slamming his dick into her heat again and again and again, until–

She clasped a hand on her mouth again, trying to suppress her moans, but still, she screamed when she came. Her legs trembled, and Hawk kept a strong grip on her hips to help her stay on her feet, but fuck it was so hard not to come with her, feeling the sweet pulse of her insides clenching his dick, and he couldn't help it, his hips were snapping into her fast, ruthless, and–

"Fuck, fuck, fuck–!"

He pulled out just in time, his cum spurting out of his dick and falling on her bare backside, covering her ass in hot, white strands.

"Shit–!" Sky moaned. "Fuck, Eli!"

He was still groaning, his heart was trying to escape through his ribs. The orgasm left him breathless, making him almost black out. He wrapped an arm around Sky's body and pulled her against him - her bare cum-covered ass against his own body - and breathed in her scent, the mix of vanilla and roses, sex and sweat filling his senses like a drug.

"Don't worry," he managed through his thick throat. "I didn't come inside."

"I know," she replied and turned around in his arms. Her arms snaked around his waist, and she tilted up her face to meet his eyes. Her cheeks were burning, her eyes were wide and dark.

He kissed her, slow and sweet, his lips molding into hers as he brought his hands up and buried them in her hair.

"We should get going," he rasped when finally breaking the kiss. "Before someone comes looking for us."

"I don't wanna," she breathed, placing her head against his shoulder. "I want to stay here with you and do this again and again and again until we're both so fucking sore we can't walk for a week."

That made him laugh. "Yeah, me too."

But he knew that even if they really had to go now, it didn't matter. Because it was almost summer, and during that endless vacation, they would have many, many days to spend in each other's arms, in his empty house while his parents were at work.

He just knew - this was gonna be the best fucking summer of his life.

AAAAAAA - I did it! I managed to get to the end of season 1! And it only took me 51 chapters, lol!

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