Before I Forget

The Raging River

Hawk couldn't deny it - he had fun in the zoo with Cassie.

In fact, it was the most fun he'd had in ages. They started out pretty official, searching for perfect locations to shoot their video for the biology class - but as hours passed they ended up just wandering around the zoo, looking at the animals, eating ice cream, drinking soda, talking, laughing and simply having fun, so that before they realized it was the closing time and they still hadn't even started the school work. Neither of them cared - it just gave them a perfect opportunity to go back a couple of days later. That time they made sure that they finished filming, but between all the school work and wondering how it would feel to kiss Cassie, Hawk still hadn't gotten anywhere with his plan to steal a cobra and gift it to Sensei Kreese.

Planning was more difficult than he had thought. When he was with Cassie, it was hard to focus on anything else.

Cassie was fun, she was sassy and she was hot. But maybe the best thing about her was the fact that she was a new student at West Valley High, so she knew nothing about the things he had done. She had heard rumors of the carate brawl, of course, but that was pretty much it, and rumors weren't the same thing as knowing, as seeing. When Cassie looked at him, there was no judgment in her eyes, no fear. To her, it didn't matter that Hawk was in Cobra Kai - Hell, to her Cobra Kai was just another karate dojo, and nothing more.

He loved it. He fucking loved the lightness in his chest, the feeling that with her, he could be anybody. That he didn't have to be just the sum of his guilt and his rage and his mistakes. 

After they had finished editing the video one evening in his room, he kissed her.

She laughed, but after a heartbeat or so, kissed him back. And in no time, they were making out on his bed, him on top of her, his eager hands feeling the curves of her slender form. Her body was gorgeous - with that hourglass shape and perky boobs that drew Hawk fucking nuts. It was almost like making out with Sky–

Except that it wasn't her.

It never would be. And it was fucking killing him, that he was still thinking about her, that he was thinking about her at a moment like this, when there was a hot chick on his bed, sighing his name as his lips followed the line of her jaw, and his hands slid under her T-shirt, feeling the hot, soft, girly skin of her belly.

He tried his best to stop thinking about Sky, as he pushed up the hem of Cassie's T-shirt and his palm shimmied over her ribcage, the smoothness of her skin. Her body turned weak under his touch. She was squirming on the bed, her hands roamed up and down his forearms, his biceps, feeling the hard muscle, the smooth skin. He was already hard in his pants, his breathing came in fast, strangled exhales that fell on Cassie's neck that was wet with his saliva, and Fucking Hell, he was close to bursting. He hadn't had sex with anyone since Halloween, his unfortunate encounter with Maya - not unfortunate because they'd had sex (it had been great) but because of what had happened with Sky—

Fucking Hell, I have to stop thinking about her!

He pushed the image of her green eyes, her flaming hair, out of his mind the best he could and breathed in Cassie's scent - some exotic spices, cinnamon maybe? - as he slid his hand up until he reached her breast under her shirt. She had amazing boobs. Her body reminded him of Sky - she was petite in the same way, her waist was narrow and her hips had cute, feminine roundness - but her boobs were bigger. Hawk didn't complain. He had no preferences in this matter: big, small, fake, natural, whatever - boobs were boobs, they always made him happy, and Cassie had a great pair of them. His fingers gripped that soft bra-covered roundness, and a wave of need crushed the air off his lungs as his erection throbbed painfully in the agony of his pants. He tried to remember if he had condoms in the drawer of his nightstand. He was pretty sure he did, at least he fucking hoped so—