Best friends Frankie and Penelope have just arrived in the Valley seeking to escape the past. All they needed was each other and a fresh start. They make new friends and potentially find love. Unbeknownst to them, they stumble upon a war between two...
"I don't wanna go," Frankie grumbled. She was wrapped up in his shirt, laid out on his bed, and not at all ready to go to karate training. Her eyes opened and she looked up at him, resting her cheek against Demetri's chest as she sighed. "Couldn't I stay here with you instead?"
He offered a half smile. "I would love nothing more, but you can't miss Cobras training. Won't your sensei get totally pissed off?"
"Sensei Kreese isn't a part of Cobra Kai anymore."
"That sounds like a good thing."
She sat up and let out another sigh, stretching her arms over her head. "You can say that again."
"I won't," he said. It was too easy of a joke to make for his liking. He rolled out of bed while she didn't have him pinned down, not that she would have been very hard to move, but he hated the idea of disrupting her comfort. "But, hey, things should be better for your dojo now, right?"
"Sensei Lawrence seems to think so," she said, groaning as she stretched her back. His shirt shifted, exposing her neck and the crop of fresh hickeys he'd just given her. "He told us Kreese didn't have our best interest in mind."
Demetri found the rest of his clothes and started pulling them on. "As much as I hate to say it, I think he's right. That man shouldn't be in an environment where he teaches anyone, let alone teenagers."
Frankie hummed behind him, but said nothing more on the topic. While he was pulling his tee shirt on, he heard her moving around on his bed, but never heard her feet hit the floor. He turned around when he was finished, only to find her laying on her front watching him with a smile. She looked beautiful but tantalizing, only wearing his shirt and her panties while she propped her head up on her palm.
"So, are you going to training or not?" he asked in a teasing tone.
It wasn't that he didn't want her there, no, he'd give anything to have her stay there with him. His bed was infinitely better when she was laying in it with him, but he knew how much she liked karate, too. He didn't want to be the reason she missed out on any new lessons or kicking other Cobras in the face.
He had to resist her or else all his clothes would be on the floor again.
And in any case, they were in between their classes. His Miyagi-Do lessons were always before her Cobra Kai ones, giving them about an hour and a half together before she had to go.
She hummed again, kicking her feet up as she pretended to think about it. Finally, she sighed and sat up on her knees. "Yeah, I'm gonna go. I have to shower beforehand anyway."
She started undoing the buttons of his shirt she wore while he gathered her clothes. As he walked over to her, he set the pile of clothes on the bed and took the flannel from her. She smiled while reaching for her bra.
"Sometimes, I think you're too good for me," she said. Her voice was soft again - a softness that she never used with anyone else. Her soft tone was warm and smooth, gentle. It was far beyond friendly, dare he say loving. Just like her normal tone, which was aggressive and tough, it was unique to her.
He loved it.
"Why do you think that?" he asked her, because as far as he was concerned, he was just being gentlemanly. However, it wasn't the first time she had said something like that. It made Demetri scratch his head, metaphorically speaking.
He wondered what would make a cool, tough as nails girl like Frankie think she wasn't deserving of a nerdy guy like him. If anything, he thought it should be reversed; he felt like she was the one that was too good for him, often asking himself what she saw in him. She was a warrior ready to slay the dragon at any second while he was a lowly peasant or the king's jester.
Frankie didn't say anything as she pulled on her shirt, choosing to focus on dressing herself and clearly avoiding the question.
"I should get going," she said, trying to bypass him, but he stepped in her way. She looked up at him, her eyebrows turning downward as she narrowed her eyes at him, but it wasn't anger that lived in her eyes. It was conflict, one she tried to cover with harsh confusion. "Now you don't want me to go?"
"I never want you to go," he corrected her. He looked into her eyes and she still persisted with her harsh, self-preservative gaze. It was hiding her true feelings, the ones her off hand, self deprecating comments never hid well. "Why do you feel so undeserving of a real relationship?"
She opened her mouth to answer hastily and hotly, but no words came out. She stopped herself, as if realizing she couldn't say what was on her mind or cover it up. He would see through whatever bullshit answer she gave him.
Staring up at him, she closed her mouth and licked her lips. "Maybe I'll tell you about it sometime."
He got the idea; she didn't like to talk about it, whatever "it" was. He wouldn't make her tell him, but that didn't make him any less curious. However, his patience could outlast his desire to know, and he was mostly happy she hadn't tried to hide it.
"Fair enough."
Her defenses came down again and she smiled.
Taking her hand into his, Demetri leaned down. In response, she pushed herself onto the tips of her toes, their lips meeting somewhere in the middle. She placed her other hand on his arm, steadying her balance. He leaned down further so she wouldn't have to strain herself.
Frankie broke the kiss, but held onto him tightly as her breath fanned his face, which was sweet like chocolates and sugar. She smiled teasingly. "Now I really should go. I might be late."
"Well, we wouldn't want that," he hummed. He pressed one final kiss to her lips before they released each other.
He walked her to his front door and opened it for her. She always gave him a look when he did things like that - like gathering her clothes for her, opening her snacks, even taking the time to clean her up after they have sex - and he could never read that expression in her eyes. It was some odd mix of emotions he'd never seen her express before.
All he knew was that he didn't like it. It wasn't anything nice and he knew whatever she was thinking behind those beautiful brown eyes, they weren't bad thoughts about him. They were bad thoughts about herself.
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Ahhh! These two 😍 It seems they're happy, sneaking around their karate schedules and whatnot. But how long can that last?
