Here's the new chapter I promised!
Why They Really Join the Underground
Chapter 3
Jak X Style!
The governess of Haven City and its star racer were crammed in a utility closet in their team's garage, sucking face like there was no tomorrow. Which if Krew stuck to his word, was an entirely plausible event. They both resurfaced for a air a minute later looking guilty.
"You know Jak, we shouldn't be doing this," said the tall red headed woman, "I mean, you have a girlfriend and I have...well, whatever Torn is."
Yeah, I know," replied the shorter, blonde hero, "I just got Kiera to forgive me for hooking up with you before. I don't want her to find out and get mad again. I'm still sore from that wrench sometimes."
They looked at each other for a few seconds, then got back to making out. Ashelin pushed him away a minute later and sighed.
"Come on, let's get back to the garage."
He nodded and they left the closet after checking to make sure no one was coming down the hallway.
"Look, you go into the garage and talk to Kiera first," she said bossily, "then I'll come in a few minutes later. That way no one will suspect anything."
He nodded but rolled his eyes as soon as she had turned back around. Man, was she bossy!
They both froze at the end of the hall way when they heard some one coming down the hall up ahead. Jak almost went into panic mode and Ashelin had to comer his mouth with her hand to keep him from blubbering excuses. She peeked over the corner to see a pair of big familiar combat boots that belonged to a pair of big familiar feet.
This made her curios. Why was Torn going into the garage? She released Jak, who had calmed down, and motioned for him to follow her. He complied and they walked on their tippy toes to the door that the commander had gone into.
They got behind the half closed door and looked through the crack, with Jak being on the bottom because of his height (or lack there of), and strained their ears to hear what was being said.
The tall commander walked over to the not so tall mechanic, who removed the head band she was wearing and let her emerald hair loose. She smiled at him.
"Hey Torn, do you need something worked on?" she asked him.
He nervously flattened his sepia dreads down and replied, "Well, actually, I was wondering if you've seen my dagger? I can't find it anywhere!"
Her large green eyes flitted over to her work table for a second then returned to his face. Her lips curved up into a devilish smile.
"Hmm, I haven't seen it around the garage. Did you check under the seat in your racer? It might've gotten stuck between the cushion and the floor."
"Hey, that's a good idea," he responded, not seeing her plan nor the fact that what he was looking for was over on a work bench 15 ft away. He walked over to his car and bent in through the window, playing right into her trap.
While he searched for his missing weapon, Kiera pulled out a small silver camera and took a picture quickly. She shoved the little camera into her pocket and walked over to where he was at.
"Any luck?" she asked innocently.
"Not ye– hey, here it– oh never mind that was just the– ouch!"
He withdrew his upper half from the car (with some difficulty due to the size of his shoulders. And ears), cursing loudly.
"My ear got caught o the gas pedal!" he told a laughing Kiera.
"Stop laughing! It's not funny!" he pouted. He crossed his well-defined arms over his lean chest and leaned against the side of the car.
She regained her composure and smiled at him. She put her hand on his muscular bicep and leaned towards him.
"I was just teasin'," she told him in a low purr, batting her eyelashes slowly.
"Yeah, um, well, uhh, I don't like being t-teased," he told her, blushing slightly at her closeness. His voice was still as husky as ever, but he was becoming tongue-tied.
She giggled lightly and looped her arm around his slim waist.
"You're funny," she told him, fondling the ear that got caught gently, "Come on, let's go find your," she paused and looked down, "dagger." she looked back up at him with an eyebrow raised.
Torn was incapable of making a coherent word at this point and just nodded at her, his mouth slightly open. They walked out another door on the other side of the garage, Kiera's hand making its way to his perfect little backside.
Jak and Ashelin stood dumb founded, still behind the door. Finally, he spoke.
"Well, err, I don't think they'll notice if we go back to the closet."
"Jak?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
I love writing stupid stuff like this! It's really relaxing. And funny to picture. At least for me...