When Hawk walked into his room, Sky was there.

She was standing by the window, looking out, her red curls falling free to her shoulders and down her back like a waterfall of flames, and she was–

Naked.

Sky was standing in his room, naked, and that sight hit Hawk in the gut like a wrecking ball. The bag that contained his sweaty gi, towel, and water bottle fell from his fingers to the floor and that sound made Sky startle and turn around.

"What—" Hawk's voice got stuck in his throat, he swallowed hard to be able to speak again. "What are you doing here?"

Sky didn't answer, but she smiled as she saw him. The light that entered the room from the window illuminated her hair, turning it into a halo of fire. She looked like an angel who had stepped out of Heaven, otherworldly and beautiful, almost unreal, like she would vanish the moment he spoke a word, reached out to touch her.

It was impossible not to look at her. His eyes roamed over her gorgeous shape, taking in every detail, every glorious inch of her divine body. Her hourglass waist, the sweet curve of her hip, the softness of her breasts—

Hawk's chest went tight with love and need, he could barely draw in a breath. His feet were glued to the floor, but she smiled and she walked closer to him, so close that she was standing right in front of him and her scent filled his nostrils with every fast inhale, making him weak in the knees.

"I missed you," she said and looked up at him. Her eyes were green and deep, like a forest in spring, and Hawk was falling in them. Her small hands were on his chest, on his neck and he bent down to kiss her as if it was the most normal thing in the universe.

Her lips opened and she kissed him back. The burning heat of her mouth fried Hawk's brain, her lips tasted like strawberry lipgloss, his tongue grazed the roof of her mouth. Her body melted against his own, her breasts against his chest, and groaning into the kiss he gripped her waist, his fingers digging into the softness of her skin.

He kissed her like it was the end of the world, like they were the last people on Earth. It was desperate and deep and heated and soft and it was all things, like she was all things, like she was everything to him.

She was here, she was in his arms, and he would never let her go, never, she was here and she was his and this time—- Fucking Hell, this time he wouldn't mess up. He would do everything right, and she would never leave him again.

That kiss went on forever, and by the time he finally broke it, his veins were filled with liquid fire and his erection was stretching his sweats, making it impossible to think about anything else.

"Sky, I love you," he rasped, his voice throaty and low. "I never stopped loving you."

"I love you too."

"But I…All the things I said. Sky, none of it was true— I just… I lied to hurt you, and—"

But Sky looked him in the eye, a soft, sad smile on her beautiful face, and her hands were on his cheeks, thumbs caressing the line of his jaw, his lips.

"I forgive you," she said, and the cold lump of ice Hawk had carried in his chest for days, suddenly melted away.

"I forgive you," she repeated, the most beautiful words Hawk had ever heard, and he let out a strangled sound that was born deep inside of his chest, a sound of his heart filling his ribcage so that he couldn't even breathe.

"I don't deserve it."

"I don't care," she sighed, sliding her hands under his T-shirt and pushing it up, over his head. He threw it onto the floor, and her hands were back on his chest, his shoulders, gripping his neck and pulling him back into a kiss.

He kissed her again, and then they were on the bed. He had kicked off his sweats and underwear, and they were both naked now, as it was meant to be. She was lying on her back on his white sheets, the early evening light painted the room with shades of yellow and gold and made her skin glow. Her undisciplined curls spread around her pale face as if she was lying on a bed of fire, her lips were red and swollen from the kissing, and Hawk had never wanted her more.

Their bodies moved as one, hands sliding over smooth skin, fingers gripping on curves and hollows. His lips were back on hers and her taste was sweeter than the sweetest wine, he was drunk of her, and she was high on him.

"Eli, I need you," she breathed, her lips touching his. "I need you. I can't live without you."

But he couldn't speak, his heart was in his throat, her legs were around his waist and he pushed inside, into her slick heat and it was even better than he had remembered. It was the best thing in the world.

He didn't even think about a condom, that thought didn't even enter his mind. This was Heaven, this was the way it was supposed to be - their bodies were glued together, hip to hip, his stomach pressing against hers, her breasts squeezed against his chest. Her arms were around his neck, her legs around his waist as if she wanted him as close as possible, her heat was wrapped around his dick, her inner muscles gripped him so tight that he saw stars from the first push. He was drowning in her scent of vanilla and flowers when he buried his face into her neck and let go of this world.

Heated moans that fell from her lips mixed with his own throaty, dry groans. He fucked her hard, his hips finding the fast rhythm that made her moan. His dick was sliding deep into her cunt with every push, and it didn't take long before her eyes rolled back and she buried her heels in his ass as she came.

He followed almost instantly, giving her everything he had. His heart slammed against his ribs in a frantic beat, and he cried out her name as he orgasmed. Through the mindblowing bliss, he kept fucking her, pumping his cum deep into her sweet pussy, until he filled her so that the rest spilled over and pooled on the sheets under them.

"I love you," he kept groaning, holding her shivering body in his arms. "I love you, Sky. I fucking love you—"

"I love you too–" she breathed, her lips touching his ear—

And then, suddenly, the bed was empty and cold and she wasn't there with him. Hawk tried to grasp into the dream that was breaking and spitting him out, but it was too late, he gasped and woke up and Sky's scent in the bed was gone, it was nothing but a memory, and—

And he was alone, lying face down on his bed in a pool of cum that was already getting cold and sticky, gluing his belly to the sheets.

"Shit–!" he groaned and pushed himself up into a sitting position. "For fuck's sake—"

His breathing still came fast and uneven, his pulse was ticking in his throat. This wasn't the first wet dream he'd had - far from it - but it was by far the most vivid. He could still feel Sky's kisses on his lips, her arms around his neck. I forgive you. I can't live without you.

His heart was breaking. It was breaking into a thousand, tiny pieces and it was killing him.

It was just a dream. She's never gonna forgive me.

Angrily Hawk stood up and let out a couple of silent curses. He stepped out of his pajama bottoms, trying hard not to make a mess, but it was a lost cause. There was cum fucking everywhere, on his thighs, on the pants, on the fucking sheets—

He grabbed everything and tossed the sheets and his pajamas in a pile onto the floor, quickly cleaned himself by the sink in his bathroom (he didn't dare to turn on the shower, it would wake up the whole fucking house) and found a set of fresh pajamas in the drawer.

Walking as silently as he could, he carried the sheets and the pajamas downstairs, stuffed them into the washing machine, and selected the program. The light in the laundry room was too bright, it made Hawk's head hurt. He was tired, thirsty, his chest ached as the dream still hadn't quite let go of him. He kept staring at the laundry that was slowly spinning in the machine, the white sheets and the gray pajamas going around and around in hypnotizing circles, but the scent of Sky's hair was all he could think about, her slender body on the bed under him—

"Eli, what's going on? Are you sick?"

Hawk's heart jumped into his throat as he swirled around. It was Mom in the doorway, in her nightgown and a robe, a worried look on her face.

Hawk blushed fiercely and glanced at the sheets that were spinning in the washer. They were on the ground floor, behind the kitchen - he had trusted that no one would hear the washing machine—

"Why are you doing laundry in the middle of the night, honey?" Mom frowned and walked a bit closer. "Did you get sick?"

"Mom–" Hawk groaned. "Mom, please, don't ask–"

Mom's brows arched high on her forehead, as the realization sank in. She blushed as fiercely as Hawk had only moments earlier.

"Oh, oh, okay—" Mom stuttered. "I'm sorry. I woke up and got worried—"

"I'm fine."

"Do you need… um… clean sheets?"

"Mom! I'm fine, I know where the sheets are—" Hawk muttered, staring at the roof, stuffing his hands deep into the pockets of his pajama pants. "Can you please just go now?"

"Okay, okay—" Mom raised a hand as if she wanted to lay it on his arm, but then let that hand drop and took a step back. "It's okay, honey. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

Jesus christ I swear if she doesn't leave I'll dig a hole in the ground just to get away from here.

He didn't say anything but just glared at Mom silently until she finally seemed to realize this was not a conversation they were going to have. Not now, not ever. With a final, hesitant smile, Mom turned and walked away, leaving Hawk alone in the laundry room.

For a moment he felt bad that Mom had left. Not that Hawk wanted to talk about this with her - but—

But he missed the times when he had been able to talk with Mom about stuff. The guilt of the things he had done was a heavy weight on his chest around the clock - breaking Demetri's arm, crushing Sky's heart into pieces - and he had no one he could talk about that stuff to. He had no one.

Even in Cobra Kai—

Well, everything was different there too since Assface had been kicked out and replaced by Kyler. Hawk never would have thought he'd miss Assface, but—

But he did. With Assface he had known exactly where he stood, but with Kyler… Well, they were in the same dojo and Kreese expected them to get along, to be brothers, but Hawk knew he would never trust that asshole. He could never forgive Kyler for all the shit he had put him through.

Suddenly a fierce longing pierced Hawk's heart like a spear, forcing a trembling breath off his lips. He clutched a hand on his chest, pressing on his aching heart, on the grim reaper tattoo he had gotten to cover up Sky's name. He wanted things back like they had been when he had first flipped the script. He wanted back the joy-filled days, the carefree fun they used to have. He wanted back Johnny as his Sensei, he wanted back Miguel and Aisha, and Demetri too - Fuck, he missed Demetri almost as badly as he missed Sky—

He wanted Sky back more than anything. The days when they had just started dating, when his hair had been blue and everything had still been new, they had just been falling in love and every kiss they had shared had been a miracle that had blown his mind.

He wanted it all back so much it was killing him. And it would never happen. It was too late. Johnny had given up on them, Miguel still couldn't walk, Aisha had moved away, Demetri hated him - for a good reason - and Sky—

Sky.

He had seen her with Cody Bishop in school today. They had been talking by the lockers, she had been smiling at him, he had been laughing, and it had felt like someone was ripping the heart out of Hawk's chest, ripping it out beating and bloody - and the worst part was that Hawk knew it was all his fault.

What he had said to Sky that night on his front steps, could never be unsaid. He couldn't blame her for moving on.

Hawk kept staring at the washing machine for a long time, at the white sheets and the gray pajamas, that went around in circles in the small, round window.

I forgive you.

I can't live without you.

It had felt so fucking real. He couldn't take it, he couldn't take the fact that he would never get to kiss Sky again, to make love to her again. It was gone, forever gone, and he had no one to blame but himself. The smile she had flashed him when walking out of the Janitor's closet had been the last smile she would ever give him, that encounter had been the last time they had made love, and it was all gone, gone, gone forever.

It would be someone else kissing her lips now, someone else taking her to bed, making love to her.

It was the last thing Hawk wanted to think about, but he couldn't banish those images. Cody pushing Sky down on the bed, his hungry lips tasting the skin of her neck—

No, I don't want to— I can't! I have to stop thinking about her!

When he finally climbed back up into his room, his bed was already made. The clean sheets were soft and fresh, they smelled like fabric softener and cotton, not like Sky's hair - the scent of vanilla and flowers was gone, it wasn't even a memory anymore, it was a ghost of a memory and he had to let it go.

He had to let Sky go, or it would drive him mad.

Looks like our boy is finaly realizing He's on the wrong path... but is it too late to do something about it?