That kiss was a match to a gas tank. It was a spark that caused an explosion that obliterated everything else from Hawk's mind - his Dad, the fight, the shame, the tears - everything disappeared the moment Sky's lips touched his.

It was impossible, it was beautiful, it was everything he had ever wanted— and God, how good it felt. There was a sun inside of Hawk's chest, burning him to ashes, but he was happy to burn, to go down in this flame. Her lips tasted like Tequila and Cherry ice cream, they opened to him, the kiss turned hard, desperate, his tongue dipped deep between her lips and he drank the taste of her tears, of his blood—

He couldn't believe this was happening. Oh God, oh God, oh God, how much he had wanted this, how much he needed this, her hands that moved to his neck, pulling him closer, her body that was soft and hot and perfect, Oh, how he loved every inch of her, how he was dying to get closer, to have more, more, more.

She broke the kiss, her fast, heavy breathing falling to his lips and her eyes were wide, deep, pupils dilated as if she was looking at the moon.

"Sky—" his voice came out hoarse.

"Oh my God," she breathed. "This is a horrible idea."

He swallowed hard. "You wanna— you wanna stop?"

"No. You?"

"Fuck, no!"

Her lips crashed back to his, a desperate whine leaving her mouth into his, and from that point on, nothing mattered. He was a flame of passion, and she was burning in his arms. He pulled her into his lap, her thighs were on both sides of his hips and she glued her soft, hot body against his, kissed him like she was starving, like she was dying, just as he was dying for her, burning to ashes under her touch.

It was just like in his dreams, but better, because this wasn't a dream, this was real, this time he wouldn't wake up alone in his bed, alone and cold and bitter, tears running down his face. This was real, this was happening, this was really fucking happening—

His hands brushed through her hair, freed her curls from the messy bun, and they fell around their faces as a strawberry-scented veil. The insides of her mouth were so fucking hot and slick, the sounds she was making into the kiss were frying his brain, they erased every conscious thought from his mind. Her tongue lapped over the scar on his lip, sweet like candy, God, he would never get enough, he wanted this moment to never end.

The silky smoothness of her skin against his palms was fucking perfect. He was hard already, the pressure in his pants was agonizing, his heart was racing in his chest, breaking through his ribs as he shoved up her T-shirt with trembling hands. Jesus Christ— she wasn't even wearing a bra, her boobs were right there, just waiting for his touch, their nipples already hardened—

"Eli—" She broke the kiss, and ripped off her shirt, giving him full access to grab her boobs. "Oh my God, Eli—"

His name on her lips was like hearing angels singing. His chest felt like it would collapse, his breathing came in fast, strangled exhales as he tried to feel every part of her body, his hands moving from her waist to her boobs, to her back— and then to her boobs again, because fucking hell, he had dreamed about them a thousand times, and yet they were even more perfect than he had remembered, so incredibly soft, they fitted his palms like they were sculpted for his touch.

And then it was his shirt that was ripped off, and her hands were on his body. The kisses never stopped, their tongues met and he was drinking the sounds she made as her fingers gripped his biceps, the muscles on his shoulders, her fingertips slid down his chest over his racing heart. Oh God, how he wished he had never covered her name he'd had tattooed on his chest, that he could just erase the grim reaper with the sheer force of his mind, because he had never stopped loving her, her name should still be on his skin, a testament of his love, of his devotion—

He was going to get that back. That tattoo. That love. Everything. He was getting it back, starting from tonight.

"I love you—" he groaned into the kiss. "I never stopped— I fucking love you—"

Her only response was a desperate moan, her lips were back on his, even hungrier than before. He was already rock hard in his pants, his erection was aching painfully in the pressure of his jeans, and the way Sky was squirming on his lap was making things really difficult for him.

He needed more, more— God, he couldn't come like this, into his pants while touching her boobs like a loser—

His lips never left hers as he gripped her waist and turned them around, laying her down on the couch— and her hands were on his neck, pulling him closer, her legs wrapped around his body. Her lips opened for the deep strokes of his tongue, and her body was all soft, hot, strengthless under him as his hips started grinding against her, his dick pressing against her clit through their clothes, making both of them moan and whine into the kiss.

"I missed this so much—" She sobbed, breaking the kiss. "I dreamed— I had dreams— about this— Oh my God—"

"Me too," he rasped, his lips traveling down her neck, sucking that hot, tender skin hungrily, leaving behind deep purple marks. "I dreamed about this too—"

Those dreams were flashing through his mind now, images of Sky, naked in his arms as he made love to her, so fucking deep and slow, images of how she came when he fucked her, her eyes rolling back, her legs cramping on both sides of his hips.

Jesus fucking Christ - it wasn't just the dreams that he was thinking about. He was remembering everything now, every memory he had tried to suppress and forget during their separation was now rushing back to him, taking his breath away. He remembered every time they had made love, every single time, on this couch, in her four-poster bed, in his room, on the front seat of his car, in the janitor's closet—

The latest one was a knife through his heart. Sky had been so happy, she had walked out of the janitor's closet with a smile on her lips, her head held high, and he had fucked that up, he had fucking ruined that, had killed her smile, had destroyed their love.

He didn't deserve this miracle that was happening now, and yet—

How could he turn it down?

Impossible. He would die if he had to stop now. It would kill him as surely as a bullet in the head.

She was breathing fast, soft sighs and moans escaping her parted lips as his tongue lapped over her nipple, his hungry lips closed around it, and he sucked her boob so deep that her hardened nipple grazed the roof of his mouth. Her back arched off the couch, the sounds she made turned into incoherent whimpers.

She was squirming to get her leggings off, and he broke the contact of their bodies to help her, ripped off her remaining clothing, and Oh sweet Jesus - she was naked on the couch, naked in his arms, just like in his dreams, her body was all soft curves and smooth planes under him. He drew in a sharp breath as her hands found the buckle of his belt, the buttons of his jeans, and he was burning, burning, burning, like a wildfire, he didn't even care if this would kill him.

"Ohmygod, Sky— oh God—" he was moaning and panting as she fumbled with the buttons of his jeans, and impatient, needy, desperate, he helped her, shoved down his jeans and underwear, and fuck, fuck, fuck, her fingers gripped his aching dick. He could have cried, so good it felt, it was fucking perfection, he had missed this more than anything.

"Please—" she whined, pressing his diamond-hard cock against her slickness. She was so fucking wet already, her pussy was dripping and hot, so wet for him, for him— the need turned her green eyes dark.

All the passion he'd kept bottled for these miserable, endless months without her, was breaking free. It was a force of nature, he couldn't fight it, it was unstoppable, a tsunami of passion and need. The world around them had disappeared, this room had ceased to exist. He didn't even remember that they were on the living room couch, he forgot all about Sky's Dad who would return home at any moment, it didn't matter. He wouldn't stop, he couldn't stop, he needed this more than life itself.

Oh god, oh God, oh God, his body had a will of its own, his hips were moving, he was rubbing his dick against her, making her whine and whimper, and shit, they were both loud as fuck, but he didn't care, he couldn't have silenced the breathless moans that were falling off his lips onto the wet skin of her neck, even if he wanted to. She guided his tip to her entrance and wrapped her legs around his waist, and fuck, fuck, fuck, how badly he wanted to push in, he needed it horribly, but—

"Sky— we need a condom—" His voice came out raspy, strangled with lust. "You— you have any?"

"It's okay. I'm on the pill."

On the pill.

Her words pierced the haze of Hawk's mind, and he stilled on top of her, brought his face up so that he could see her.

She was on the pill. For Cody. She was dating someone else, having sex with someone else, she wasn't his girlfriend, but Cody's - and she was on the pill so that her boyfriend could fuck her, so that he could fucking come inside of her—

That thought was suffocating. The mix of jealousy and guilt was crushing his chest.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

I should say something—

This is a bad idea. We should wait— at least until she's dumped him—

But talking about Cody was the last thing he wanted to do. It would ruin everything - Sky would get upset, and then— and then there would be no sex, and if he had to stop now, he would fucking kill himself.

He had wanted this for too long. And she wanted him too, she fucking needed him, her legs around his waist were pulling him closer, she was begging him to fuck her. If she was thinking about Cody, she didn't show it, she said nothing about it, so why the fuck should he?

He wasn't going to feel guilty about fucking another guy's girlfriend when that other guy happened to be an arrogant, violent asshole, and that girl was the love of his life.

"Please—" she whined, squirming under him, impatient in her need. "Please, I need you, please Eli—" and he gave in, he stopped resisting and pushed in, a long, desperate moan escaping his lips.

And oh God, it felt just like in the dreams, oh fucking God, it was even better than he had remembered, her tight, burning heat surrounded him, and finally he was home, he was happy, finally everything made sense— So, fuck Cody. Hawk would think about him later, would deal with that asshole some other time, he wouldn't let some stupid, pointless guilt ruin this perfect, perfect moment, because—

Because if this was wrong, then why did it feel so fucking right?

Nothing in his life had felt more right than this moment. Whatever the fuck followed, whatever was the aftermath of this, it would all be worth it. He would never regret doing this.

He found a rhythm, his hips were hitting into her with a fast, steady pace, every stroke deep and hard, and she wrapped her arms and her legs around his body, her lips were next to his ear, chanting his name with a breathless, lust-filled tone, pushing every last doubt off his mind. This was meant to be. They fit together perfectly. Their bodies, deprived of each other for so fucking long, were hungry, desperate, beautiful together, moving in perfect sync.

Her walls around his dick were so incredibly tight, burning hot, he was seeing stars from the first push. The leather couch was creaking under them, the sounds of flesh against flesh filled his ears, together with her pleasure-filled moans. Her scent was all vanilla and strawberries and tears, the taste of her kisses was sharp with Tequila, her body was soft and hot, and it was all too much, his heart was breaking through his ribcage, his dick was fucking throbbing, ready to burst—

"Jesus, Sky—" he moaned, his lips brushing hers. "It's so fucking good— I— fuck, I won't last long—"

"It feels so good, Eli— so good, I'm so close, baby—"

"Oh God—"

"Please— Eli, more— I need more—"

Her words were his command, his body obeyed her will. His sneakered feet were digging into the leather couch as his thrusts turned hard and sharp, his pace fastened. She was squirming and moaning breathlessly, her body was strengthless, moving in waves, and fuck, fuck, fuck, he wanted this to never end, he wanted to stop the time and to stay in this moment forever and ever and ever, but it was too late, he felt his peak nearing like a tsunami, he was powerless in front of it, and could only give in as the orgasm washed over him, knocking the breath out of his lungs.

The last couple of stokes were stuttering, deep, out of sync. He came fiercely, filling her with his cum, desperately moaning and whimpering her name, Sky, oh God, Sky, oh my God—- She held him tight in the cradle of her arms and legs as the waves of pure, raw pleasure ran through his body until it was over and his heartbeat evened, his breathing calmed down. God— he had never been this happy, he was in heaven, the bliss had engulfed him whole, he barely remembered his own name. If only he could have stayed in her arms forever, utterly spent and strengthless like this, he would have, but—

A sudden shame squeezed his chest.

I finished too fast. Fuck— I'm such a fucking loser—

"I'm sorry—" he breathed. "I— I couldn't help it."

Jesus Christ, he had barely lasted a couple of minutes. Pathetic. She deserved more, a lot more, it wasn't her fault that he was a horny idiot, that he hadn't had sex with anyone since Halloween.

But she smiled as if she wasn't bothered by his poor performance at all.

"It's okay. Don't apologize— that was fucking hot."

"Yeah, well I'm not done with you yet," he growled and pulled out of her.

His cum pooled onto the leather couch under them, making a horrible mess, staining his jeans that were still halfway on, but he couldn't have cared less. He caught her nipple between his hungry lips and started sucking on it, hard, just the way he knew she liked it, making her quickly moan and whimper again. He slid his hand between her legs, and her body arched off the couch when he found her clit - so fucking hot and slick and swollen, so sensitive to his touch—

"Eli— Eli— please, oh God— yes, just like that— yes—!" her words turned into incoherent whines and whimpers as he continued rubbing her clit with fastening pace. Her pussy was burning hot, so fucking wet with her juices and his cum, her body was tense as a string, begging for release, her legs were trembling, her fingernails scraping down his naked back.

"Come for me babe—" he rasped, licking and sucking the wet skin of her boobs. "I love you, I fucking love you— just come for me, baby—"

"Yes— don't stop— oh God—!"

She cried as she came, the tension of her body exploded, turned into shivering, trembling softness under him. Her breathless moans were the most beautiful thing he had ever heard, they were a choir of angels, his fingers slid inside of her heat to feel the sweet, heavenly pulse, and fuck, fuck, fuck, he had come like crazy only minutes ago, but fucking Hell, she was so fucking hot that he was already getting aroused again, he would be good to go again in no time, and this time he'd make her come with his dick, instead of his fingers, he would make her come a dozen times.

Panting, he pulled his fingers out of her heat, and kissed her, soft and sweet and deep, kissed her the way he had wanted to kiss her every hour of every day of these past, horrible months. He brought a hand to her hair, his fingers brushed through her curls, and he kept kissing her as her breathing calmed down, her moans turned into silent, exhausted sighs and she relaxed in his arms.

Their bellies were glued together with cum and sweat, everything between their bodies was slick and hot, their hearts were beating with the same, frantic beat. Their bodies fit together perfectly, she was made for his touch, he was made for her kisses. Together. They were together. Nothing else mattered, not the fact that Sky was dating someone else, or that they were still in the living room, that Nicholas could walk in any moment, not the insults Dad had yelled at Hawk on the beach, not the fight, or the things he'd have to tell Mom later—

Those things barely touched Hawk's mind. All that remained was this, this perfect, flawless moment, Sky in his arms, her legs around his waist, and the afterglow of their lovemaking that was like a soft cloud that surrounded them, shielding them from the world.

But Sky broke the kiss, and then her hands were on his chest, pushing him off her—

She was crying. Her eyes which had been so kind and full of love just moments ago, were suddenly filled with tears, and that sight made something break in Hawk's chest.

"Oh no—" She breathed. "Oh no— no— this isn't what— what was supposed to happen. Oh my God— I didn't mean to— "

His heart was breaking. The happiness he had felt was suddenly gone, leaving behind a cold, sickening feeling that tied his stomach into a tight ball of anxiety. Defeated, choking in an emotion he couldn't name, he crawled off of her and pulled up his jeans and boxers.

"I thought you wanted this—" his voice came out broken, and harsher than he had meant. "I thought you liked it."

She sat up, pulling her knees against her chest, looking absolutely miserable. "I did— I wanted it. But— shit! We shouldn't have done this. What— what am I gonna say to Cody?"

Hawk swallowed hard, but the lump in his throat wouldn't move. Cody. Of course, Sky would be thinking about him, of course she would be upset. Hawk knew he was childish for being offended, for being jealous, but he couldn't help it.

A long sigh left his lips as he bent to pick up his shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head. He was sweaty and filthy, he desperately needed a shower, but it didn't look like Sky was going to ask him to stay. His shoulders sagging, he pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans, found a tissue, and started wiping the cum stain off the couch to busy himself with something. It had to be cleaned anyway, they couldn't leave it like that for Nicholas to find.

"Are you—" he rasped after a short silence. "Are you gonna keep dating Cody?"

Sky shook her head, her curls bouncing around her flushed face. Tears welled in her eyes, a couple fell to her cheeks and she wiped them off almost angrily.

"No. I— I have to break up with him." More tears followed and she started sobbing. "Oh God— he doesn't deserve this. He's gonna be so hurt—"

"I'm sorry," Hawk breathed, the lump in his throat breaking his voice. "Can I do something? You want me to be here when you call him?"

"No. No—" She stood up in one, swift motion, and started gathering her clothes that were scattered around the room. Her leggings and her panties had landed on Julius Caesar, her black Slipknot T-shirt on a fiddle leaf fig tree near the window. Her hands were trembling as she picked them up and got dressed. "No— I have to do it alone. I have to— shit, what am I gonna say? I can't just— I can't just call him and tell him I fucking cheated on him—! Oh my God, I cheated on him— Who the fuck does that? I'm such a slut— I'm the worst—"

Her words broke his heart, the ache radiated through his body.

"Hey, stop that," he walked to her and pulled her gently into his arms. "Stop saying things like that about yourself. You're not a slut."

She kept sobbing, her face pressed against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her trembling shoulders.

"Yeah, okay, maybe we should have waited until you'd dumped him, but Sky—" he cradled her against his chest, his lips brushing her hair. "What we did— It was amazing. Í can't regret that it happened. I love you. I fucking love you."

"I love you too," She whimpered, barely audible. Her tears soaked his T-shirt and burned into his skin.

"What—?" His voice came out broken. "You— you really love me?"

"Yeah. I do— I never— I never should have started dating Cody—"

He brought a hand to tilt up her chin, and unable to hold back any longer, he kissed her.

She was still crying, and the taste of her tears filled Hawk's senses, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, kissed him like he was her oxygen, like without him she would die. She loved him. She loved him— He hadn't thought it possible. It was more than he deserved, it was a miracle. His heart was bursting through his chest as he buried his fingers into her hair and deepened the kiss.

She loved him. Him. Not Cody, never Cody— She had loved him this whole fucking time, just as he had loved her, and now, finally, they were back together, they were united, two halves of the whole made one again. And this time he wouldn't fuck up, this time he would keep her safe, he would treat her right, he would make sure she knew he loved her every second of every hour of every fucking day for the rest of his life.

Sky broke the kiss, and took a step back, releasing herself from his arms. Her eyes were huge and filled with tears, and the look on her face made Hawk's happiness crumble.

"You should go," she breathed, wrapping her arms around her shivering body. "I'm sorry— I need to be alone. And you— you need to go and talk with your Mom."

Mom.

Suddenly the pain was back, a sharp knife through his heart. He knew she was right. He needed to go home, but leaving was the last thing he wanted to do. The talk he needed to have with Mom felt like a cold stone in his gut, it turned his stomach upside down.

"What am I gonna say to her? Like— what can I say? She's gonna be fucking devastated." He breathed, the hurt making his voice thick and raspy.

She shrugged, looking miserable. Her eyes filled with tears and some spilled over, forming streams on her cheeks.

"The same thing I'm going to tell Cody. The ugly truth."