A plot bunny I had today that would NOT go away.

Characters: Kept unknown until the end, but quite obvious if you ask me. *coughcoughDaxterandTess*

Rated T: For suggestive themes. Only really dirty if you read between the not-so-blurred lines.

Takes place after Jak 3. AU.

The answer had been made quick, a spur of the moment type of thing. What was his deepest desire? Well that was obvious-

-to be human again. The Precursors- his makers -had granted him the wish and he found himself changing again; it was as similar as the last but different all the same. Thankfully when the transformation concluded this time he was wearing a pair of pants; but hopefully not for much longer.

He grinned lopsidedly; had the room not been pitch dark she would have seen his too large teeth stick out, probably would have giggled at it. But she didn't see, so instead pulled him closer, wrapping her slender legs around his lanky waist and tangling her fingers in his tousled, red hair. His goggles lay with his shirt. Abruptly his grin was gone as she pulled her soft lips to his, and for once he didn't speak. Making sure not to break the kiss one of his hands moved to the zipper on her shirt; his hand fumbled and mentally he cursed - he was unused to owning such large and dead weight fingers. The kiss ended as she laughed lightly at him.

It took another moment of struggling before at last he got the blasted thing and her shirt joined his in the ever growing pile. She shuddered as his lips left hers to trail lower, and lower. Her head tilted upwards as his lips grazed the hollow of her neck; she kissed his ear. She could hear him chuckle and giggled in response; his hands were cool and soft on her back. "I love you," she whispered when the giggles died down, back arching slightly as his hands moved slightly.

"Well 'aye love ya too," he told her in that slight drawl he'd had since a child in a faraway place; she adored it.

Her hand trailed down to waist of the pants he'd been waiting for for years and she pointedly tugged on them; she smirked as she felt the sudden heat on his freckled cheeks. "Well you aren't nervous now, are you sweetie?" She was amused at his disgruntled response.

"Nervous? Nervous? Well now- honey! I'va been waitin' for this moment since I saw you and yer big ole' baby blues. Ain't nothin' that can keep me from the one thing on my mind!" He returned to kissing her.

She gasped quietly as dragged his lips lower down her throat. "Go- good then," she managed. "So you won't mind taking off those pants then?"

There was a moment's pause before he chuckled. "Cupcake, I've been waitin' for you to ask me that since I got these Mar forbidden things in the firs' place."

Fin

Oh dear lord. I think I just totally wrecked my childhood hero.

Seriously.

And let it be known I never EVER intend to write anything like this again (maybe a Jak and Keira piece, but even then. Blah.). This was just a random thought that occured to me in Global after spending the period staring at our substitute (see? This is why we can't have nice subs. It leaves my mind in the gutter. All. Day. Long.): What if Daxter had changed and not Tess? And then of course I thought of all the things they could erm... Do together as humans. The rest just kinda fell into place.

So, yeah. I'm gonna go wash my brain now. Geez. XD

~LeiaOrganicSolo