Next to him, there was movement. With a small groan, he rolled over, only to catch the subtle scent of sweet fruit. He smiled and wrapped his arm around the waist of his bedmate, Keira. Then again, there was motion behind him. That caused Mar, better know as Jak, slight and temporary confusion. Slowly he opened his eyes and was met with exactly what he expected; a head full of sea green hair. The motion behind him was forgotten.

Keira was awake, but not exactly. She smiled, feeling Jak's arm around her waist and snuggled closer to him, eyes remaining closed. On her naked hip she could feel the relaxed muscles of his arm as well as his radiant warmth. She could also smell him. An intoxicating mixed scent of sweat, sand and faint smell of the eco that he controlled.

Ashelin shifted then rolled, from her back to her side only to catch the scent of leather mixed with gunpowder as a bit of something else she could never identify. She nuzzled the muscled back that she found her front pressed against. Crimson painted nails dragged over the familiar shoulder slowly and firmly, leaving light red marks in their wake. He was warm too, comforting.

Torn's lip twitched once, then again as he began to awaken. He felt another body pressing against his spine then felt nails raking at his shoulder. His lips curled into a small smile. The rake of Ashelin's nails was very familiar. From his throat, vibrated a sound to acknowledge her.

Then everything froze. Jak was suddenly wide awake and tense, Keira was the same. Ashelin's nails raked slightly harder on Torn's back than intended and he was the first to sit up, soon followed by Jak, Ashelin and Keira. The girls held the black sheets over their clad torsos and the men made sure nothing of their lower bodies was exposed. They all exchanged shocked glances, meeting eyes and blinking wildly. No one said a word. Then Daxter walked in.

"Jak!..." he too froze at the sight he was met with and began to blink in confusion. All was silent until Daxter turned around and walked out muttering.

"I don't want to know."

Quite frankly, no one else really wanted too either.