Chapter 2: Back at Headquarters

Soon enough, Keira and Jak arrived at the Underground's HQ. It was strangely quiet and empty. Even Torn had gone. He had said that he had to spend the night at the palace to discuss the rebuilding of the city with Ashelin, but Jak and Keira both knew otherwise.

Jak led Keira to his and Daxter's bedroom; they were both ready to crash. There were two separate 'single' beds as Daxter had pissed and moaned about having an ordinary sized bed until Torn finally caved in and had one put in for him. Seeing his room, Jak yawned, thinking about how long it had been since he slept for more than an hour at a time.

Not wanting to seem forward, Jak offered Keira Daxter's bed. He gave her one of his shirts to wear to bed and then stepped out of the room to get them something to drink.

As Keira undressed, she felt disappointed that Jak had offered her a separate bed. But then again, she thought 'I guess I wouldn't expect him to say "Hey Keira, wanna sleep with me?" outright.' That being said, it didn't change the fact that she wished he had asked anyways.

Jak walked in just as she slipped his oversized shirt over her head. It smelled like him and she couldn't get enough of it.

"Hey," he said, "I brought us water. I don't know about you, but I think I've had enough alcohol tonight." He rolled his eyes, rustling his still-damp hair.

Accepting the cool glass of water, Keira smiled and nodded in agreement. For a few moments, they sat on Jak's bed in silence, sipping their water.

"I'm tired," Keira sighed. She was lying, but she knew he had been deprived of sleep a great deal this past week.

So, they put their glasses on a nearby nightstand and each went to their own beds. Once settled in the sheets, both lay there, unable to sleep. Just knowing that the other was in the same bedroom, just them in an entire, empty building, was quietly killing them equally.

Keira couldn't hear Jak's breathing anymore, so she assumed he had fallen asleep. Quiet the opposite; Jak was holding his breath to listen for her breathing.

After a few moments of this, he heard her sheets ruffle as she got out of bed, and the floor creak as she slowly walked towards his bed and stopped about a foot away from him. Pretending to be asleep, the warrior elf quickly shut his eyes, though he didn't know why.

Keira couldn't take it anymore, and tiptoed over to Jak's bedside. His face looked tense, and she reached out to touch it. At that, Jak blinked his eyes open and stared at her, wide-eyed. It was a comical moment, about to turn embarrassing.

"Jak, I, er..."

His only reply was a smile, and scooting over to the left side of the bed, making hardly enough room for her slender body. But gladly, she climbed in to his warm bed and cuddled up next to his shirtless chest. Jak put his arm underneath her back and pulled her close as she ran her hand up and down his battle-hardened physique. And all the while, Jak was fighting to keep his manhood down. He had never been this close to her, but it would be a lie if he said that he didn't constantly think about it.

Keira looked up at his now strained face and planted a soft kiss on his lips. With that small sign of affection, Jak melted. He repeatedly kissed the green-eyed beauty until his lungs threatened to burst. When they broke apart, seductively, Keira dipped her hands below the sheets reaching for Jak's boxers while Jak looked at her with shock, before grinning.

Once the only article of clothing Jak was wearing was no longer an obstacle, Jak reached for Keira, returning the favor.

Soon, the only thing hiding them from the emptiness of the small room was a thin, white sheet of cotton. Jak lunged for Keira, kissing her continually. Then, Keira put her finger to his lips to stop him. She then began to plant lusty kisses trailing down his throat as she slowly and nimbly situated herself on top of him. He growled with pleasure as she enveloped him both mentally and physically.

It stung at first for Keira, and Jak allowed her to set the pace, seeing the pain in her face. After she reassured him that she was alright to keep going, their pace quickened. The rocking of their hips forced them into breathlessness and loud panting. Jak's body was soon glistening with sweat, as was Keira's.

He nibbled her neck at they both reached their peak together. They cried out in ecstasy, letting the ripples of pleasure convulse throughout their bodies. Keira lay on top of him, letting out a sigh of what only can be described as absolute contentment.

"I..I love you...so much...always loved you.." Jak said, still breathing heavily and pulling Keira as close as he could to him.

"I love you, too, Jak," she replied, letting her eyes close. She quickly fell asleep, and Jak followed soon after.

It was late morning when Keira stirred in her sleep. She yawned quietly and looked at Jak. His hair was disheveled from their night together, but he still looked just as handsome. She laid an affectionate kiss on the hand that was wrapped around her and got up to go to the bathroom.

When she returned, he was still in a deep slumber, his chest rising and falling calmly. She carefully climbed back into bed and began tickling his sides softly – the kind that really bugs you – in an attempt to wake him up. The 'great warrior' swatted the air in a feeble defense to get her to stop. In the end, he winded up tackling her playfully and kissing her relentlessly.

They had a little breakfast and afterwards, Keira decided she would take a shower.

"But I don't like taking showers alone..." she pretended to pout.

"Well, we'll have to fix that, won't we?" Jak said, lowering his voice a little and flashing her a grin.

They proceeded to the shower and things… continued on from there…