Forbidden Things || Cobra Kai

42 Wrong

Frankie was sure something was wrong with her.

She laid at Demetri's side, fiddling with one of the buttons on his shirt. It almost swallowed her body, doing little to cover her ass, but still kept her warm like she'd thought it would. It was soft and felt nice against her skin, covering all the essential parts of her body she didn't want exposed to the cool air of his bedroom. She was comfortable in it, finding it to be the perfect piece to wear as she watched the rise and fall of his chest.

But it was wrong.

She shouldn't be comfortable there. Not in his bed.

And yet, she hadn't gotten up to leave yet.

She knew he was thinking about it, too, by the look in his eyes, but he was too out of breath to ask her. She'd made sure to tire him out so that nasty bruise of his could heal while he rested. He needed it, for both his body and his mind. So, instead of allowing him to get up, she walked around in nothing but his shirt and her panties, getting him some cold water.

She laid beside him, propped up on one hand as she held the bottle to his lips. Once he was finished with it, she replaced its cap and set it aside. His eyes watched her, traced her form in his shirt, stared at her hardened nipples under the fabric, before looking up at her sharp eyes again.

"Thank you." His tired eyes stared up at her with delight in their post orgasm haze, like they always did when he looked upon her - as if she were some goddess he worshiped.

She shook her head. "Don't."

His voice was mostly gone from all the moaning and whining, but he still insisted on using it. "Why not?"

She glared at him. "Because I said so. Now shut up."

Frankie told herself that she should get dressed and go. That was the right thing to do, because if she didn't then she knew what would be waiting for her when she got home. If her father discovered she wasn't in her room, her phone would blow up with texts and calls wondering where she was, and when she would inevitably walk through the door, he'd be waiting for her. It would be like the movies, too. Donnie would be sitting in the arm chair, reading to pass the time - but it would be a book he'd already read a thousand times so he wouldn't have to put much thought into it, a single lamp on at his side so as to not disturb Pen in the middle of the night.

It would also be a familiar sight.

However, she didn't listen to the little voice in her head telling her to do the right thing. She laid beside Demetri and rested her head on his chest. His arm circled her and his hand laid on her waist. She knew she wasn't going to get up after that.

He seemed to listen to her and settled, closing his eyes as she relaxed against him. The sheets were a mess, but the bed was warm and that was all that mattered. She didn't need a pillow, just him. It was all set up for her to fall asleep against him, but she couldn't. She knew it was a bad idea.

Instead, her eyes roamed his bedroom. It was decorated with all his nerdy stuff and collectables. Posters, figures, games; if it was of a character he liked or the titles of his favorite comics or games were across it, he seemingly had it all. An old milk crate of comics sat in the corner, stacked high above its limit, and the small bookcase beside his desk was filled with all his little figurines and knick knacks. It was pretty much what she'd expected when she'd first met him.

Her eyes stopped when she saw a collection of lightsabers leaning against the wall.

She laughed, a sound so free and airy that it startled him. He'd almost fallen asleep, but the new sound of her laughter had him starkly awake all of a sudden.