Yes, well - the title says it all.

The beginning of that day didn't go at all as Hawk had imagined.

He had gone to the dojo full of confidence and ready to kick ass - but then he was forced to talk with Miguel (instead of resolving things with fists as he would've preferred), and after that Sensei threw a shit storm on them, bitching to him about the moment when he'd almost attacked Robby Keene when his back was turned, and to Miguel about him intentionally hitting Sky in her injury.

As much as Hawk agreed with Sensei over Miguel being a pussy, it was much harder to accept his own punishment. Being scolded like a fucking preschooler, in front of all the other Cobras… in front of Sky–

It made Hawk angry. And when he was angry, he wanted to hit things.

So that's where he turned to. He did the 50 pushups on his knuckles like he fucking meant it, and after that he gave his everything to that day's training. He didn't hold back one bit, when he was sparring with the others, causing some bruises and black eyes, but even that wasn't enough, so he turned to the punching bag. By the time they left home, his knuckles were sore and bloodied, but inside he was still steaming.

His house was still empty when they walked in. Sky let her bag drop to the floor by the door and kicked off her sneakers.

"You want something to drink?" he asked, heading to the kitchen. His clothes were soaked with sweat - training in the Californian summer heat was no joke.

"Sure," Sky replied. "Bring me a coke, will ya? I'll go upstairs. Okay if I use your shower?"

"Take a towel from the drawer," he said, and opened the fridge, grabbing a couple of ice cold cokes. He opened one, and brought it to his lips - the sweet, cold drink instantly satisfying his thirst. A beer would be better,though, he thought. It would soothe his nerves too, would take off the edge. Too bad they didn't have any, and he didn't feel like getting back out into that insane heat to get some.

He heard the shower turn on upstairs, and a grin appeared on his lips. He definitely wasn't going to buy beer. There were other things that could take off the edge too.

He stopped at the door of the bathroom and knocked on it before trying if it was open.

"Hawk?" Sky's voice answered.

"Yeah," he replied, opened the door, and walked in. "I got your coke."

The bathroom was filled with rose-scented mist (her shower gel, not his), and the water was still running. The moist heat surrounded him as if he was in a girl-scented jungle - hadn't it been hot enough outside? He would've wanted a cold shower, but clearly, her preferences were different.

Sky was standing in the shower, water running down her body like the fucking Venus in the fountain, and Hawk's throat went dry with desire. Her body was so fucking perfect - he adored every detail, every curve and every hollow, her tiny waist and gorgeous hips, he could have watched that hourglass shape forever. And her boobs–

He swallowed hard. Fucking Hell, he had never seen a pair of tits more perfect than hers. Looking at them never got old! They were small and perky and beautiful, and every time he laid his eyes on them, he turned into this drooling idiot, who could think about one thing only, about the way he sucked those nipples deep into his mouth, how he circled his tongue around them.

He walked closer a bit stiffly and held out the coke, drawing his eyes up, back to her face.

"Well I'm not gonna drink it in the shower," she laughed. "Just put it somewhere, and join me."

She didn't have to tell him twice. With a couple of swift moves, he got rid of his clothes and threw them on the floor - and then stepped into the shower, the rain of hot water stung on his skin and he let out a hiss.

"Why so damn hot?" he asked and reached to turn the heat down a bit.

"I don't know, I really can't help it."

"Wiseass," Hawk laughed, but his voice was already low and throaty as he laid his hands on her wet skin, and pulled her close.

He had wanted her like crazy all day, since the moment he had woken up in the morning with a hard-on of the century after a particularly steamy dream that had included not only Sky, but Moon too (weird, he hadn't thought about her like that in a long time). Now those images slithered back into his mind, though, images of those two girls kissing, their naked bodies glued together as he lay on the bed with them.

Just a memory of a dream was enough to make him hard - or maybe it wasn't that, maybe it was just Sky. It wasn't like he really needed anyone else when he had her—

"What?" Sky asked, raising a brow. "You're looking at me all funny."

He cleared his throat. "Can I ask you a question?"

She leaned in to kiss his neck. "Is it a kinky question?"

"Maybe a little."

She laughed and kept nibbling his neck's sensitive skin, and he couldn't help a soft moan that escaped his lips. His hands had found the soft curves of her hips.

His voice came out low and throaty. "Have you ever kissed a girl?"

Sky brought her face up and their eyes met. Hawk was suddenly super aware of the way his erection pressed against her slick, wet body, and by the look on her face, so was she.

"Why do you ask?" She teased, snuggling closer.

"No reason."

"Liar," she grinned. "And a pervert."

"Come on," he groaned, his hands sliding on her smooth skin, feeling every heavenly curve of her body. "Doesn't make me a perv if I think about you kissing a girl."

"Well, have you ever kissed a guy?" she asked.

His brows arched high and he almost choked. He was about as straight as one could be, and he sure as Hell had never even thought about other dudes like that - it didn't mean had a problem if someone was gay, he just didn't swing that way.

"I've never kissed anyone but you." he said throatily. "Besides, it wouldn't be hot."

"Oh, I think it would be," she teased, and the look in her eyes fucking melted his core.

"Yeah, still not gonna do that," he groaned and stole a kiss from her lips. "You're the only one I wanna kiss."

Gently he pushed her against the tiled wall and kissed her, those heavenly lips opened for him and the slick heat of her mouth made him almost lose control. The warm water rained on them, the air was still filled with mist and the scent of her shower gel and it was thick to breathe, his chest felt heavy, but Hawk didn't want to leave, he didn't want to stop kissing her, because fucking Hell breaking the kiss even for a moment was just too much. Every instinct in his body told him to grip her hard and fucking take her against this very wall, but he fought those urges and kept the kiss deep and gentle and slow.

It was Sky who finally broke their contact. She took in a couple of deep breaths, but her hands still lingered on his body, fingers trailing the arches of his hip bones under the lean muscle.

"You didn't answer the question," he said, his voice thick in his throat.

Sky let out a laugh, turned to take a bottle of conditioner, opened it, and poured a generous amount into her hair. "No, I've never kissed a girl," she said, "Sorry to ruin your fantasies."

"Don't worry, it takes a lot more than that to ruin them," he grinned and took the shampoo. He might as well wash his hair too - the mohawk was ruined anyway, and the wet, blue strands that fell to his forehead and neck were still sticky with hairspray.

For a moment they both tended to their hair. Hawk closed his eyes and rinsed off the shampoo. He was still very much aroused, though, and his persistent hard-on stood erect against his abdomen. Luckily Sky didn't seem to think it was weird - she never thought that. She was always so fucking delighted to see his dick, to see the effect she had on him. The warm water that dripped down Hawk's body felt almost like human touch, and burying his fingers into his hair, he let himself imagine that it was just that. That those were Sky's fingers moving on his skin, and maybe someone else's too - Hell, Yeah, that was a nice fantasy - that he was showering with multiple pretty girls who all wanted him—

His eyes popped open as he felt a real touch of a human hand. Sky's fingers were on his abdomen, moving downward and as they found his dick, he let out a groan.

"It turns you on to think about me kissing someone else?" she asked, looking up to him, her green eyes deep and dark and full of unnamed emotion.

"You turn me on," he replied throatily. Shit, her hand on his dick made it almost impossible to form a coherent sentence!

"Who am I kissing in those fantasies?" she breathed, and her fingers gripped him harder. Hawk let out a desperate whine, as he pulled her closer, his hands again finding the soft, inviting curves of her hips.

"No one," he managed. Shit. He wasn't gonna confess it was Moon. They were friends, that would be fucking weird. Sky would get jealous. He had to think of something else, anything else— "No one in particular. Just you and some other hot girl."

"That so?" she purred and began to pump him faster, her grip hardening.

"God—" he could barely speak. "Shit, you're good—!"

"I know."

He kissed her hard and deep, groaning into the kiss and she drank the sounds he made. His hands found her breasts, her nipples were all smooth and soft in the warmth of the shower. Fuck - he was so turned on by them, by her excruciating touch on his burning cock that he wasn't gonna last long, he would come all over her and this would be over sooner than he'd hoped.

"Sky—" he let go of her boobs, gripping her wrist instead, begging her to stop the movement of her hand. His chest was heaving with fast breaths so that he almost didn't get the words out. "Just… wait. Not yet."

"What, you got something in your mind?" Sky grinned and bit her lip, but let go of his cock.

"Let's go to bed," he managed. "And I'll show you."

She didn't reply, just stepped out of the shower, reached for a towel, and wrapped it around her slender body. Hawk only stopped to turn off the water before following her and ripping that stupid towel off her. He wanted her naked, wanted her body against his, skin on skin.

His body was still glistening wet as he kissed her, and his lips didn't part from hers as he walked her backward out of the bathroom and into his room, pushing her down on the bed. He didn't care that the sheets got wet, barely even stopped to think about it.

The house was empty, his parents wouldn't be home for hours, so he didn't bother to even close the door, as he crawled to the bed and on top of her. No one was gonna hear them, no one would interrupt them. They had the whole fucking afternoon, and he was gonna fuck her until she'd be sobbing out his name, until she'd come like a dying star.

"Eli—" came out a soft whine as he buried his face into her neck, his fingers into the sweet heat between her legs. She was already wet, his fingers easily slid inside of her, making her moan and arch her back.

He thought about his dream - how he had lain on this bed, watching Moon do this exact thing to Sky, and a low growl left his lips. Fucking Hell, that image was hot, it burnt his mind like it was fucking branded into his brain with a hot iron. He couldn't shake it off - he didn't even want to shake it off. His erection brushed the skin of her hip, their legs entangled and Sky was moaning and shivering under him. Her hips began to rock against his hand as he pulled his fingers out and began to rub her clit instead, just like she had shown him that first time they had done it, not that long ago, in this very bed.

She had been on top then, and it had been fucking amazing, but he was beginning to realize that both of them liked it better when he was the one in control. And he was getting confident enough to do just that, to be the one to take her as he pleased, to give her pleasure the way he chose to.

"You got any fantasies you wanna tell me?" he breathed by her ear, while his lips were nibbling the sensitive skin just under it.

"Can't—" she moaned "—talk—" a whine and a whimper "—gonna come—"

The strangled tone of her voice almost fucking undid him. She cried out as he pulled his fingers off, but he rolled on top of her, only stopping to grab a condom from the nightstand. He had never been this fast to rip open the tin foil wrapper and roll on the condom. His heart was trying to kick through his ribcage, and there was Sky, her legs opened for him, and she was fucking sobbing on the bed, begging for him to fuck her, and Hell he was gonna give her what she wanted.

Sure, he could have made her come with his fingers, but—

But he loved it when she came on his cock. There was nothing as good as that.

"Fuck, Sky—" he growled as he pushed inside, and her heat surrounded him. It blew his mind every time - that he actually fit inside of her, that he was actually doing this, that his cock was inside of her body—

"Please—" her hands were on his ass, pulling him close. "—need you—!"

He began to move, first slow to give her time to adjust - but it didn't seem like she wanted it slow. Her newly manicured nails were digging into the skin of his backside, pulling him back down every time his hips moved up as if she couldn't bear the feeling of him sliding out of her, as if she needed him deep, deeper with every thrust.

"Ohmygod—" he could barely speak, the words melted together on his lips.

"Eli—!"

"Shit, babe—"

He was moaning now too, not giving a crap about the fact that they were loud as fuck. He was banging her hard, pinning her down on the bed, like he fucking owned her. Groaning, he grabbed her hands and pulled them up, pushing them against the mattress and gripping her wrists. She gasped, her mouth opened, her lips formed the perfect O-shape he knew meant that she was close, but fucking Hell so was he, and he couldn't hold on much longer, he couldn't—

She came with a wordless cry, her back arching off the bed, her legs trembling around his hips. Her inner muscles clenched him tight, the pulse of her insides around his aching cock was so fucking sweet, and spitting out curses, Hawk let go, he fell off that same cliff.

He had rarely come that hard. It felt like dying, like his heart surely couldn't take it, like his chest would fucking burst.

Seeing stars, he collapsed on top of her, curses and moans still spilling off his lips onto the sweaty skin of her neck.

"Holy fuck," he groaned when he could speak again. "Sky—"

"My hands—" she breathed, her voice thin, barely audible. "Please. You're hurting me."

Only then did he notice that he was still gripping her wrists, and he was gripping them hard. Sky was breathing fast and shallow, she had gone still under him, and suddenly he realized that it wasn't lust or pleasure that made her breathe like that, that made her pulse tick so fast in her jugular—

"I'm sorry!" he gasped and let go of her hands. "Shit, Sky, I'm sorry!"

Her eyes were wide with fear, her mouth a tight line, and the look on her pale face broke something in his chest, he could fucking feel how his heart shattered, could feel the sharp shrapnels cutting his guts to shreds.

Quickly he pulled out of her, and as soon as he had done so, she crawled away from him and sat up, her back against the headboard of the bed. She was shaking as she pulled her knees against her chest and wrapped her arms around them.

"I'm sorry," he breathed again. He reached a hand to touch her, but she winced like a scared animal and he let that hand fall down.

"It's not your fault," she said after a short silence. "You did nothing wrong."

She was rubbing her wrists, and he saw red marks on her skin. His stomach turned, he felt like he was about to throw up.

"I didn't mean to hurt you."

He felt like the biggest idiot in the world. The shame made his cheeks burn, he tasted the foul taste of self-loathe on his lips. He had been so caught in the moment, that he hadn't stopped to think—

But she liked it. She fucking came, didn't she? Or did I just imagine that?

Sky didn't say anything. Her head was down, her hair that was still wet covered her face and he couldn't see her eyes.

"Sky—"

"I have to go," she breathed, and her utter stillness turned into swift movement in a heartbeat. She was up on her feet in a nanosecond, searching for her clothes and pulling them on even if they were sweaty and dirty after the training session at the dojo. He looked at her, panic and shame ripping his chest apart, knowing very well that he had to do something, that he had to say something—

But all he could do was kneel there naked on the bed and watch.

"Please don't go," he let out a desperate plea as she finished pulling on her crop top. "We have to talk about this. I'm so fucking sorry—!"

It was as if she saw him for the first time, her eyes softened a bit and she let out a breath she had been holding.

"It's not your fault," she said again, her eyes tearing up. "You don't have to apologize."

He had no time to reply, as she picked up her gym bag and walked to the door. Seeing that she was really going to leave, made Hawk panic. No matter what she had said, he knew he had fucked up so massively that his girlfriend was actually walking out of his bedroom crying after sex, and that made him burst into motion. He pulled off the condom that was all gross now, sticky and filled with his cum, and tossed it to the nightstand, thinking he'd take care of it later—

—but Sky was already rushing down the stairs and Hawk was still naked. Cursing, he hopped into his sweats and pulled them up hurrying after her, shirtless, his hair still a wet mess.

She was stepping into her sneakers by the door as he caught up with her. "Sky, please don't go—"

"I have to," she said, tying her shoelaces with trembling fingers. "I'm gonna be late."

"Late for what?" He ran a hand through his wet hair in confusion.

"I have an appointment," she replied, finishing with one shoe and starting with the other. "With Rico."

"Oh," he said, seriously confused now. "But… but that isn't yet, right? I thought you said—"

"Gotta change first, can't go there like this." Sky explained as if it was obvious, and as if she wasn't crying. Because now he saw tears on her cheeks and fuck it, he wasn't gonna pretend they weren't there.

"I didn't mean to…" his voice was thick with emotion. "Shit, Sky, I'm sorry, I… I thought you liked it."

She looked up, picked up her bag, and threw it over one shoulder. "I liked it," she said. "Until… until I didn't."

He swallowed hard. He wanted to raise a hand and wipe the tears off her cheeks, but he didn't. Something in her posture told him she didn't want to be touched.

A sudden fear gripped his heart at that thought.

Maybe she never wants me to touch her again. Maybe I fucking ruined it this time—

"I'm sorry everything is so difficult with me," Sky breathed. "You don't deserve this shit."

And then she was gone, running to her car, and Hawk was left standing on the doorway, shirtless and confused, feeling like someone had just ripped out his heart.