Jak and Keira were alone at the Underground base. They looked at each other for a moment, both blushing .They recalled that night they had spent together, the one night that Jak had had off and they were alone, just like they were now. It had been a night of blazing passion and uncontained love. Jak smiled to himself. Maybe Keira really had been more than just a friend this whole time. Maybe he hadn't ever really looked at her that way until that night.

Keira, too, smiled at the remembrance of that night. She had always thought she and Jak would end up more than friends, that they would be together- it was her dream- but she had known Jak had priorities that came before her. He was the savior of the Underground, he had missions out the ass constantly, he hadn't had time for her… until that night. That was when Keira noticed Jak really open his eyes to her. That was when he realized that she could be more than just a friend.

And this was another night just like the last: no work, no people besides them, nothing holding them back…

Jak wrapped his arms around Keira, just under her breasts. Holding her close, he leaned over and trailed kisses up her neck, nibbling on her ear when he came to it. Keira giggled. Jak, although it didn't show most of the time, was a hopeless romantic.

Turning in his grip. Keira pulled Jak's shirt up over his head. She kissed his chest, hard as iron, while breathing in his delightful scent. It was more than she could bear. His salty, sweet smell- the scent of a real man. Hot, Keira felt unnaturally hot. Jak, too, was feeling the heat that only a woman and man together could create. Words weren't needed. The two knew what was happening and didn't need to discuss it.

Keira penetrated Jak's mouth with her tongue, probing and exploring every inch of her lover. Jak wasn't fighting back either. Instead, he was busy prying around in Keira's mouth. Not breaking the hot, passionate kiss, Keira reached down and undid Jak's pants, allowing them to fall to the ground around his feet. Meanwhile, Jak was busy working on Keira's clothing, which was soon enough lying in a heap on the floor next to his.

There they stood, looking almost timidly at each other. Keira in her bra and panties, Jak in his boxers. Both had looks of fear and determination. Keira stepped forward as Jak did, their motions perfectly in sync with each other.

And then Jak enveloped Keira in yet another fervent kiss. Jak lifted Keira up, breaking the kiss, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She ran her hands down his chest and over his abs. So toned he was, it was almost intimidating. His face, so handsome and rough. That was the word- rough. It perfectly described every aspect of Jak: his face, his feelings, his life, his kisses…

The next thing Keira knew, she and Jak were in a bed, getting hot and heavy. Time seemed to stop as the two tossed and turned under the sheet.

It was fabulous…

Keira seemed to be in a trance the whole time, her body taking over with passion and love leading her actions. She had no self control at all whatsoever. She even thought that she heard herself cry out at one point. Jak never cried out, he wouldn't, but he did moan and groan in pleasure every once in a while, reminding Keira of a purring cat.

When all was said and done, Jak's blonde hair was pasted to his face with sweat, as was Keira's. They were both tangled in the sheets of the bed and panting heavily. Keira hadn't thought it was possible, but it had been better than the last time. The last time had been hurried, desperate. They hadn't known how long they would be alone, and they had just been taking advantage of what little time they had alone together, but this time… Passionate, it had been passionate, as such things should be. They had both been blind and senseless, completely smothered underneath the pure bliss and beauty of it all.

"Mar, that was great," Jak said, his voice still husky and thick with lust.

"It was fabulous," Keira agreed, laying her head on his hot chest. He was still breathing heavily, as was she.

Keira had been right, every aspect of Jak was rough…

Jak ran his hands through Keira's green tendrils. She was waiting for something, but what?

"I love you, Keira," Jak said softly, Putting his large hand on her head, pressing it against his chest. A shudder seemed to go through him as he said it, Keira thought. But it had been what she was waiting for. "I love you…" he repeated, as if in a daze. In truth, they were both still in a daze. The whole night had just been a blur for Keira, a fantastic, blissful blur.

"I love you, too, Jak," Keira said, laying a hand on top of Jak's and interlacing their fingers. With her other hand, she propped herself up and placed a gentle kiss on Jak's lips. He tilted his head, deepening it…

The next morning, Keira got up incredibly early. Jak was still asleep. She silently thanked Mar. She had been afraid that when she woke up, having dreamt of the previous evenings experience, he would be gone, off on some mission, risking his life and their love. It was likely that no one else would be awake.

Keira got up, wrapping a sheet around herself, but still making sure Jak was covered. She placed three kisses on Jak- his cheek, nose, and forehead. He turned over, towards her, but did not wake up. He looked so peaceful, so happy. Keira wondered if she was the only woman that Jak had ever loved. He didn't open up to her like he used to when they were kids. But surely she would know if Jak had had some past love… or present, wouldn't she?

Keira pushed such thoughts from her head as she decided to make breakfast for everyone. She felt great, happy and fully rested. She opened the door just a little and stuck her head out, to see if anyone was coming. The coast was clear, and Keira made a mad dash for the room where her clothes were, but as she approached the room, she heard Torn, digging into his never-ending stack of paperwork.

"Shit!" she hissed silently to herself. Her and Jak's clothes were still in a heap where they had left them, off in a dark corner of the room. At least they had had enough sense to put them there, where no one would find them. Keira looked around the room, looking for an inconspicuous path to the clothing. Just as she had taken a deep breath, about to walk out in front of Torn and get her clothes, seeing no other way, Torn sighed and pushed back his chair. Keira melted against the wall in fear. What if he found her like this? Would Jak get in trouble? Would he tell her father? He just couldn't find her!

Keira dashed back down the door and into Jak's room, but in her relief of having escaped the Ex-KG Commander, she had let the door slam, waking Jak. He was about to cry out, thinking the door shutting had been a gun going off, when Keira put a hand over his mouth. He struggled for a moment, still thinking they were under attack, making Keira have to stifle a laugh, but he stopped when he realized who was in the room.

"Keira, what's-" he started, but a knock at the door interrupted him.

"Hide!" Keira demanded. Jak did not argue that time, but instead, wrapped in a sheet also, quickly hid in the closet. At the moment he shut the door, Torn barged in, weapon drawn.

Keira, who had climbed on top of the bed, looked up.

"Torn! Do you mind!" she cried in anger. He blushed, his face as red as hair.

"I- I…. I thought I heard something… I'm sorry…" he stuttered.

"GET OUT!" Keira screeched at him, and it took him less than half a millisecond to comply.

When Keira was sure Torn was out of earshot, she began laughing hysterically. Jak then came out of the closet, also laughing. He sat on the edge of the bed next to her. Keira fell backwards onto a heap of pillows.

"What was that all about?" Jak asked, lying next to her. He draped a hand across her stomach and pulled her closer to him.

"Nothing. I just didn't want him to find us like this. Could you imagine what daddy would do to you if he knew about…. this? Not to mention what he'd do to me," Keira said, laughing some more.

But Jak suddenly grew serious.

"Why should your dad care? You're a grown woman, Keira. You should be able to have a life. Besides, what would he have against me? I'm good enough for you, aren't I?" Jak said.

"Oh, Jak. You take things too seriously," Keira said, curling up against Jak, but he would have none of it. He withdrew his hand and rolled away from Keira so that he was facing the ceiling.

"Are you embarrassed about us being together? Are you embarrassed to tell you dad?" he asked, not looking at Keira.

"No, I'm not. I love you, and it's obvious to everyone. I don't need to tell and I'm not ashamed of it, either," Keira explained, "but it's hard to tell him. He…" Keira didn't know how to tell him what needed to be told.

"How hard could it be, Keira?" Jak said without understanding of Keira's situation.

"Jak, what would I say? 'Hey dad, just so you know, Jak took my virginity, but it's okay because I love him,' " Keira said in aggravation. Of course there was no way she could tell her father like that, but she hoped it would help Jak understand her predicament.

"Keira, you have to tell him!" Jak said, his short temper acting up with her aggravation and sarcasm.

"If you want me to tell him so badly, why don't you?" Keira retorted, then immediately regretted it. Jak, not saying another word, got up, the sheet still wrapped tightly a round his lower half. Keira had the urge to stare at his hot upper body, but decided that would not be appropriate at this moment.

Jak had the same urge, to stare at Keira's lovely form, though it was covered by the sheet. But, like Keira had said, if he wanted something done, he'd have to do it himself.

"Jak, don't, please," Keira begged him, sitting up, clutching the sheet tighter to her curvy body.

"Listen, this is something that you need to do, but if you can't, I will. I'll do it because I love you. Your dad needs to know because he loves you."

Jak had just opened the door when Keira decided that he was right, her dad did need to know about them.

"Wait Jak. Let me get dressed and I'll tell him."

Jak looked back at her and nodded. He held out his hand and Keira took it.