"Ah, I'm beat!" Sky groaned when they stepped into her house and she kicked off her sneakers. "That was a long day."

Hawk gave her a concerned glance, as he untied his own shoes and stepped out of them. "You sure you're okay? The doctors told you to take it easy–"

"I'm fine. Just tired. And I did take it easy, you know. It's not that hard to hold a sign or take people's money."

"You know what I mean." Hawk frowned. "You're still recovering. You shouldn't exhaust yourself–"

"It was for Miguel," Sky said, turning to look at him. She was still wearing the denim shorts and the bikini top, her hair was a tangled mess that fell to her neck and shoulders from under the baseball cap. "I feel horrible that his family is in debt. It's so fucking unfair! I'm gonna do everything I can to help him, and you can either help me or get out of my way."

"I wanna help him too, you know," Hawk replied. "How much money did you raise, anyway?"

Sky's smile widened. It lit up her tired face. "About a thousand bucks."

"That's great."

"It is," she beamed. "I'm so glad that I don't even care that I'm fucking exhausted."

Hawk didn't argue. Her smile was everything, and he was drowning in it. Fuck it, if all the plans he'd had for the night had to be canceled - he was happy just to be here with her. He had wanted to take her to have tacos in a nice, Mexican restaurant nearby, and then after that maybe for a walk on a beach - or just to sit on the beach and watch the sunset, if she was too sore and tired to walk - and after that, he had wanted to give her the gift he had purchased, the one that was in a small box in the pocket of his sweats right now–

But when he'd picked her up at the car wash event, she had just asked him to bring her home, claiming that she was too tired to go anywhere.

So no tacos, no beach, and the gift–

Well, that would have to wait for the right moment, which clearly wasn't now. She probably wanted to take a shower and order a pizza and just chill watching some nerdy movie - and it was okay. He'd do whatever she wanted to do - they'd have time for romantic dates later.

"Come on," Hawk said sternly. "Let me help you to your room."

He scooped Sky into his arms in bridal style, pressing her tight against his chest. She smelled like sunscreen and soap and strawberry lip gloss, she fitted perfectly in his arms and her weight was light to carry. Letting out a satisfied sigh, she rested her head against his shoulder, as he carried her up the stairs.

At the doorway to her room, he stopped and laid her down on her feet. The door to her room was open, the white wooden door with a round, brass door knob–

He drew in a sharp breath.

It hit him brutally, completely without a warning like a punch in the gut - the realization that he hadn't been here since—

– since—

Suddenly he felt like he would throw up. The happiness he'd felt only moments ago was replaced by cold, suffocating anxiety. He froze on his feet, but Sky didn't seem to notice - she walked into her room, slowly, her right leg still slightly dragging behind - and Hawk was left standing in the doorway.

There had been a post-it note on the door. A yellow note, the gruesome words inked on it with a pink gel pen. And that doorknob–

Hawk let out a gasp, and pulled his hand back as if the brass knob had burnt him. The door was a new one, as was the door knob. Nicholas had burst through the old door with an ax, the wood had given in too slowly, but then they had rushed through this doorway, and–

The bed.

Hawk's throat went tight. His breathing felt strained, as if there was a tight iron band around his chest, clenching the air out of his lungs. Hesitantly he walked closer, reached a hand to draw back the heavy, burgundy drapes - but his hand stopped in the air mid-motion. Suddenly he was sure that he would see Sky there on the bed, lifeless, her bluish lips parted as she lay in a pool of vomit–

"Hey, are you okay?" came a voice that startled him back to the moment. A shaky breath escaped his lips as he let his hand fall down.

Sky was standing by his side, looking up at him with a worried frown.

She's alive, she's alive, she's alive–

"Yeah, I'm…." he had to clear his throat. "I'm fine. I just…"

Sky glanced at the bed, at the closed drapes and her lips formed a tight line across her face. With swift moves she pulled the drapes back and tied them to the columns, revealing the empty bed, the clean, floral patterned sheets, and her plushies - the pink unicorn and the giant panda bear she had named Tao Tao. No dead body. No vomit. No heart-wrenching horrors. Just clean, fresh floral patterned cotton sheets and the couple of plushies, such a fucking normal sight, as if nothing bad had ever happened here.

"Why don't you take a seat," Sky said softly. "You look pale."

There was a film of cold sweat on Hawk's forehead. The room was spinning, it took all he had to keep breathing, and he collapsed to sit on the edge of the bed, burying his face into his hands.

"It's okay," Sky said, and he felt how she sat down by his side.

He didn't reply. It sure as Hell wasn't okay. He felt like such a loser, like a fucking nutjob. But it had felt so real, like he'd been sucked through time and space, back to the worst day of his life. He had been so fucking sure he'd see Sky on that bed, dead or dying, choking on her own vomit—

He could almost smell the acrid stench that had filled the room that day. It burnt the back of his throat.

"It's okay," she repeated as if saying so would make it so. "I get it. You know, when Kat died… After… I tried to go back to school. And I just… I just couldn't. Every time I walked through that hall, I felt like it was happening all over again. That's why we moved here."

"Yeah, but–" he was going to say that it was different, but the words wouldn't form on his tongue and he swallowed the rest of that sentence.

"Hey, look at me," Sky spoke softly, and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Hawk raised his eyes to meet hers. Her face was serious, the baseball cap was still on her messy curls, the splint on her nose, but her eyes were dark and deep and full of love and understanding - both things he didn't feel like he deserved right now.

"I'm sorry–" she breathed silently. "I'm sorry that I put you through that. I never thought it would be you who found me."

Hawk sucked in a trembling breath. He tasted tears, it took all he had to keep them away. Boys didn't fucking cry. He wasn't gonna bawl his eyes out here like a fucking pussy. But no matter how hard he tried, his breathing came shaky and uneven, and his voice was strangled when he finally could speak.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I made you feel like you had to do that."

"It wasn't your fault."

"Yes, it was." He groaned. "Don't fucking try to tell me it wasn't."

She raised a hand and cupped his face, her thumb gently brushing his lips. There was such gentleness in her touch that it took his breath away.

"I've done a lot of fucked up things in my life," she said very clearly. "And none of them is anyone else's fault but mine. I don't blame you for what happened. You shouldn't do that either."

He let out a strangled sound and leaned slightly toward her hand. No matter what she said, he knew it had been his fault. He knew she'd gotten hurt because he had been an asshole because he had taken her love for granted and thought he could do whatever he wanted to without a price.

"I thought that I lost you." he let out a trembling sigh. "I thought I fucking lost you."

"You didn't. I'm okay. Everything is okay now."

He couldn't reply. Her hand was still on his cheek, her fingers trailing the line of his cheekbone, her palm was so soft and warm against his skin and it repelled the image of the blue-faced girl who had lain on this bed. She was alive, and she was his, and nothing bad would ever happen to her again. He'd make sure of that.

"Let's make better memories," Sky said, and there was a soft smile on her lips. "Why don't you kiss me?"

A soft sigh escaped his lips to hers when he leaned in and did as he was told.

She tasted like strawberry lip gloss. Her lips were heavenly soft and hot. Hawk brought a hand to her back, to pull her closer as the kiss slowly grew deeper and her lips opened for him. The skin of her back was moist with her sweat, it was burning under his touch and he felt how she shivered.

He kept the kisses soft, careful - her nose had the splint on it, and he knew she still struggled with breathing - but it made the merging of their lips no less steamy. In a matter of minutes, he was burning. It wasn't blood that flowed through his veins anymore, but lava. Her sweet lips made all the past horrors disappear, her hand that was on his neck pulled him closer. He didn't fight the desire that lit up inside of him - let it burn away all the bad memories, let them go down in fire until nothing remained of them but ashes.

When Sky broke the kiss, she was breathing fast, her pupils were dilated. The way she looked at him made Hawk fucking melt.

"I really wanna have sex with you," she breathed and Hawk almost choked.

Jesus Christ–

"Are… are you sure?" he asked throatily. "I… I don't wanna hurt you."

She smiled, her hand gripping his neck as if she wanted to pull him back into the kiss. Her lips brushed his when she said: "You're not gonna hurt me."

Fucking Hell–!

He groaned as he kissed her again, this time harder. The shame and the fear of the flashback he'd experienced melted away as his tongue entered her mouth and her slick heat overdrove all his senses. He stopped thinking, he let go of everything else. All that existed was the kiss - her lips devouring his, her tongue curling with his own. She tasted like strawberry lip gloss and soda, her scent of sunscreen and salt was all around him, making him high with every inhale.

His hands were on her back, now moving with purpose. Swiftly he untied the strings of her bikini, and the small piece of clothing easily came undone. He threw it to the floor, together with her baseball cap, his lips never leaving hers.

And then his own T-shirt had to go, and her tiny denim shorts, and finally, her incredibly cute, little heart-patterned panties. She was naked now, her beautiful body on full display, as he laid her down on the bed. Her hair spread around her face as a halo of fire against the white sheets.

"Are you… comfortable?" he asked, glancing at her broken arm that was still in the cast.

"I'm fine," she replied with dark eyes. "You don't have to worry."

His erection was stretching his sweats, but he kept his pants on for now. He might have been in need, but he could wait. This night was about her, not about him. If he wasn't gonna be able to take her on a date, he might at least make her feel his love here, in her bed. He was never going to take her for granted again, never, and he was going to make sure she knew that too.

Kissing her gently, he laid down by her side, and his hand moved to her boobs, to the smooth, soft skin of her stomach. Her body reacted to his touch, just as he had remembered it would. Her breathing got shallow and fast, her chest rose and fell with rapid inhales the lower his hand traveled.

"Hawk—" her breath hitched.

"Just relax, love," he murmured close to her ear. "I'm gonna take care of you."

She whined when he slid his hand between her legs, and he couldn't help a smirk feeling the wetness that already pooled there.

"Missed this?"

"Yes—" that word melted into a moan when he found her clit and began to massage it with gentle, circular motions.

He chuckled, his lips moving down her neck. He felt the rapid beat of her jugular under his lips, as he sucked on the tender skin, knowing he would leave a mark - the first of many. His hand kept caressing her slick folds, the small nub of pleasure between them, and quickly Sky's sighs turned into moans, into incoherent sounds that were almost like sobs. Those sounds were madly arousing, and Hawk couldn't help but press his hips against Sky's body, his rock-hard cock yearning for friction.

"I love you," he breathed, bringing his lips close to her ear.

"Iloveyoutoo–" Sky moaned, breathless. Her hips were bucking up to meet his hand, her legs were trembling as she dug her heels into the mattress. In a matter of minutes he had managed to turn her into this insatiable mess and it was the hottest thing he could think of.

"This feel good?"

"Yes–!"

"You gonna come?"

She whined, unable to form a coherent answer as she squirmed and writhed on the bed. Hawk dipped his long fingers deeper into her slickness, inside of her tight cunt, and Sky let out a breathless moan.

"I told you I owed you one," he chuckled and increased the intensity of his caresses, pressing his palm tight against her clit while his fingers were pushing into her slick heat with a fast rhythm.

"Eli–" she cried his name with a strangled tone. "Eli, please–"

"Be a good girl and come for me–" he growled. "Come on my hand, babe–"

She did.

He felt the tightening of her inner muscles around his fingers - that alone almost sent him over the edge too - and then the sweet pulse of her orgasm, the mind-blowing knowledge that he had made her feel like this. In awe he watched how her back arched off the bed, her beautiful eyes rolled up, her neck craned as every muscle of her body trembled with pure bliss.

"Fuck, babe–" he groaned, unable to draw his eyes off her flushed face as his fingers worked her through her climax. "You're so fucking beautiful–"

She let out a soft whine when he finally pulled his hand away. Her body relaxed against him as he drew her into his arms and placed a soft, sweet kiss on her lips. He could feel the small tremors, the aftershocks of her orgasm, still running through her feverish body, and he gave her time to come down from that high, just holding her against his chest.

"I love you," she breathed softly when she could talk again. Her cheeks were pink, the color of freshly bloomed roses, and that same blush crept on her neck and chest as if she was burning from the inside.

"I love you too." He replied with a smile that turned into a grin. Seeing her like this was the best thing in the whole world. It healed every wound he'd been carrying within him.

He pulled her into another kiss, and even if his own need was a flaming torch that was burning him to ashes, he kept the kiss light so that she could breathe with ease. But her lips opened for him and her tongue met his, and he wanted her so much it threatened to blow his brain out of his skull.

Groaning, he rolled on top of her - carefully, not to cause her any distress. He kept his weight on his forearms and made sure not to touch her broken arm. The last thing he wanted was to cause her any pain or discomfort, because Fucking Hell, she'd been through enough of that already.

"Eli–" she sighed when he moved between her legs and pressed his clothed erection against her slick, sensitive crotch.

"You okay?" he asked, bringing his face up so that he could see her face.

"I'm fine," she breathed with a husky voice. "I… just… Do you have condoms?"

Her question made him chuckle. "Can't wait to have my dick inside of you, huh?"

She giggled and bit her lip in a way that made Hawk mad with lust. His hips kept rocking softly against her, and Oh God, he wanted nothing more than to push down his pants and thrust his dick deep inside of her hot, slick cunt–

"Well do you have them or not?"

"Yeah, I do," Hawk grinned, looking down at her sweet face. Her eyes were half closed in pleasure and her lips were red, swollen, so fucking beautiful that it was hard not to kiss her nonstop. When he ground his cock against her crotch, she gasped and sighed, as if she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, as if she too had missed this more than anything, as if she too yearned for the joining of their bodies, as if it was something they both needed to survive.

Without her legs around his hips, he would perish. He would wither and die if he didn't have her lips on his, her heat wrapped around his dick.

He kissed her heavily, drowning in her scent and taste. That kiss left both of them breathless, it made Hawk's heart slam against his ribs in a fast, adrenaline-pumped rhythm. His chest was heaving when he broke the kiss.

Sitting up on his knees, he tried to catch his breath as he took a look at Sky. There she lay on the bed in front of him, her pretty legs spread, her eyes dark and full of need, her beautiful nipples hardened and just waiting for his touch, his lips, his tongue. With slow, deliberate moves he now pushed down his pants and underwear and discarded them, throwing them to the floor. Sky's eyes widened at the sight of his cock that stood red and erect against his abdomen, already leaking pre-cum, and she let out an impatient moan.

"Please–" she whined, squirming on the bed. "Just get the condoms–"

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet," Hawk smirked and placed his hands on her thighs, fingers digging into the softness of her skin, as he pushed her legs even wider apart, revealing all of her sweet, glistening cunt to his view.

His mouth watered at the sight. Flashing Sky a feral grin he dipped down and buried his face between her legs.

The first stroke of his tongue between those slick folds made Sky gasp and moan out loud. Her nails scraped his scalp, fingers gripped his mohawk and he didn't give a shit if she messed up his hair. On the contrary - he wanted it. Let her destroy the whole fucking mohawk, let her pull it apart in her lust. At least then he'd know she needed him, that she loved him as he loved her.

He thrust his tongue into her sweet, tight hole and she let out a strangled cry of pure pleasure.

Chuckling, Hawk immersed himself in the work at hand. He was in no hurry. They had the whole fucking night to waste.

You're going to have to wait for the next update at least for a week because I'm going on vacation.

Until then, feel free to reread this insanely hot smut, lol. XD And don't forget to write a review.