A/N: Hellooo, thanks fur reviews! Just to warn you: the last half of the chapter is very, very, very steamy and after uploading this I'm gonna push the rating up to M. So this story is officially not for under-16s. JKA and FES, this means you – no, I joke, you guys are good. I think you'll enjoy it anyway ;) Anyway, read, review or no chapter 15. Also, did the last half of the chapter work in terms of...well... ;)? LET ME KNOW. ~ Mika
Hours after Jak and Daxter headed off to do whatever they had to do with the Eco vehicle, Keira mulled over his story, shock still pulsing through her as it did after he'd finished. He'd looked exhausted when he was done, evidently physically and emotionally reliving that day. With his ever-wonderful timing, Daxter had reappeared and said something about needing to get to the Eco vehicle now or Torn would use his fur as a welcome mat for the Underground entrance...or words to that effect anyway.
The mechanic was still stunned that the same man who had held her prisoner for two years also tortured him for the same amount of time.
We were both his prisoners.
A noise broke her out of her reverie and she whipped her head around to see Torn at the entrance of the room.
"Torn?"
Instantly, she got up, almost in defence.
The man in front put his hands up. "Keir...I'm not gonna hurt you, or make you do anything you don't want to do. I promise. I'm not Erol, you know that."
She relaxed. "I know. I just wanted to know..."
"What I wanted?" The Underground's second-in-command gave an awkward shrug. "Just to check...you're okay. That...you haven't been hurt or anything."
"By Jak?" Keira clarified. "No...although...I'm scared he will. I know he's not Erol, but...there's something else inside of him that...he can't control. His D-Dark side. You've seen it..."
"No kidding," Torn chuckled dryly, scratching the back of his neck. "It did almost kill me yesterday, remember?"
She chuckled. "How could I forget?" Quickly, she glanced at her son, who was still soundly asleep. "Look, Torn...Jak's gonna be back soon...and...you remember how mad he got when he thought you were actually...you know...me."
Torn nodded, biting the insides of his cheeks. "I get it. Yeah," he said shortly, voice becoming rough again. His body language wore disappointment, and Keira felt it fall over her heart. She knew his feelings; or, at the very least, had guessed them. Torn was never the open type with emotion, she knew that all too well. He looked as if he was about to go when he suddenly turned back.
"Look, Keir...no matter what happens...if you and Jak get back together or it doesn't work out for you guys..." He cleared his throat, face turning as red as his hair. "Y'know where I am, 'kay?"
Keira nodded, her throat dry. "Y-yeah, I know. I know..." Her voice faltered and she turned back to her son before Torn could see that her own face had reddened.
He let his blue eyes take her in, once again repeating the question that had been circulating in his mind for the last two years.
Why didn't I find you first?
~x~
"Holy shit, that was close!"
"No kidding, buddy! I almost lost my fur in that last one...What are we doin' working for that slimeball anyway?"
Jak shrugged. "Honestly Dax, I can't say. I guess he's doing something for the Underground at least,"
"Like that hot chick who's workin' for him."
The human looked at him oddly. "Tess? Really? You...would?"
"Ah, Jak...You just don't appreciate the finer, er, assets of the woman..."
"No, 'cause I've got Keira,"
Now it was Daxter's turn to give Jak an odd look. "You sure about that, bud? She didn't seem too happy with ya when you explained about the whole capture-and-torture thing..."
"Who would?" Jak's body gave a small shudder at the memory. "Really?"
"Erol?"
The damaged man uttered a low growl.
"It don't matter," Daxter continued regardless. "I reckon that guy has the hots for ya anyway,"
Jak swerved to narrowly avoid a wall. "Are you kidding me?"
Daxter suppressed the chuckle that was building in his stomach as he kept his face deadly serious. "Oh yeah. Why didja think he spent so long pursuing you? What was it...seven years? You see his face when he caught ya? Like a child at Christmas,"
Jak twisted his face in clear displeasure.
The ottsel chuckled. "Whassup, Jak? Not liking male attention? I reckon it's that ridiculously narrow waist of yours that's making ya get it..."
"If I had a hand free, Dax, you wouldn't be on my shoulder right now," the man growled as he deliberately accelerated around a tight corner, causing a most feminine scream from Daxter. "With that scream, buddy, I'm surprised you ain't got any male attention on you – OW, HEY, THAT'S MY ACTION!"
"As you pointed out yourself, boyo, you haven't got any hands free," Daxter sniggered. "Therefore, I get the moves while you're immobile."
Jak raised his eyebrows and stamped his feet on the pedals, causing Daxter to be hurled off his shoulder and land on the floor in a cloud of dust. Once he got back on his feet, he hurled Jak a very dirty look before leaping back onto his shoulder.
"I'm gonna hit the sack...I'm done for the day," the human replied, glancing off the dirty look thrown at him.
"Hit the sack...or tap Keira's ass? OWH!"
"Revenge," Jak said smoothly before walking into the Underground.
~x~
Keira was already asleep when he slid into bed next to her. Or so he thought, because as soon as she heard him climb into bed, she turned to face him, eyes well and truly open.
"I thought you were asleep,"
"I thought you'd be back sooner," Keira replied, a touch of frost in her tone. "I was scared to go to sleep in case...in case all this was a dream and I'd wake up and be back with Erol..." Her voice wobbled, her prepared anger fading.
"Sshh," Jak soothed, stroking her face. "I'm back now. You've got me for a few hours at least,"
"Good." The mechanic put her arms around him. Without warning, her lips collided with his, and their worlds exploded.
As the kiss deepened, Keira's hands wandered elsewhere, moving down his back to his hips and the edge of his shirt. Knowing where this was going, Jak didn't stop to ask if she was sure. Her body was pressed tightly against his, the kiss rough, one leg around his waist.
He knew she was sure.
Rolling over so he was on top of her, body between her legs, every nerve came alive for the first time in two years. Removing her clothing as quickly as she was removing his, he broke the kiss and let his lips and tongue roam down her chin, neck, breasts and stomach. Undoing the buttons on her trousers and pulling them down along with her pants, he locked eyes with her, asking permission.
She knotted her fingers in his long blonde hair and tugged it for an answer. A shiver running through his body, he removed her knickers, pulling them down and completely as she arched her hips, shivering and gasping beneath him.
Kneeling between her legs, he let his eyes sweep over her, taking her in completely as he set his fingers to work between her long limbs. He soon found the tiny nub of flesh concealed within the folds of her skin, loving the way she bucked, shivered and moaned as he played with it. She arched her back, fingers curving into claws, grabbing the sheets as her body was hit with wave upon wave of pleasure; so much so she thought she would explode.
He stopped, withdrawing his fingers.
I'm sorry I left you...
"What are you waiting for?" Keira begged, voice wracked with sobs. "Take me, Jak. Take me now!"
He chuckled. "Fast or slow?"
"Any way you want. Please Jak...please..."
I'm sorry I ever let you go into someone else's hands...
Running his hands up her legs, allowing every cell of both bodies to feel everything.
Oh God, Keira. I've missed you so much.
"Tell me, Keira Hagai. You glad I'm back?"
She moaned, head back, eyes closed. "Jak, don't play with me! Please!"
"I want an answer from you." He made sure his tone was non-threatening. He didn't want to ruin this moment. "Are you happy I'm back?"
"Yes!" she whispered.
"I'm sorry..." He moved up steadily closer towards her. "I can't hear you,"
"Yes!" she whispered, a little louder this time.
A half-smile crossed the man's face. "Still can't hear you."
"Yes!" she shouted, body convulsing just as he thrust into her. "Oh God, yes!"
As he got to work on her, he let his lips venture all over the contours of her beautiful body. He kissed her, burying his face in her neck as he continued, breathing her in for the first time in years, thrusting harder as they got closer and closer to climax. Her moans built up in volume and soon became screams, turning him on more and more, pushing him closer and closer until –
"Oh, JAK!"
He sat up, pulling her up and locking his arms around her waist, clawing her back as he came into her multiple times. Slamming her head down, she bit his shoulder, holding onto him as her own pleasure overwhelmed her, wave upon wave until once again she couldn't take any more.
For a while afterwards, they sat in each other's arms, bodies recovering from the intense pleasure they had both just experienced. Jak chuckled as Keira's body convulsed from aftershocks, gently pulling out of her and laying her down on the bed, kissing her tenderly on the lips.
"How was that?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair off her face.
"I don't think I need to say," she chuckled, her fingers lightly resting on his cheek. "I'd forgotten how good sex could be..."
"Mm," Jak replied noncommittally, resting one hand on her waist. "So did I, truthfully."
Suddenly the young woman shot up, eyes wide. "We didn't use anything."
"Use any – Ohhh." Jak worked it out as quickly as his question left his lips. Shit.
"It doesn't matter," she said, laying back down and pulling the sheet over herself. "I'm pretty sure I can't have kids any more anyway. What Erol did..." She shuddered.
Jak pulled her close. "It's okay, Keir. You're safe." He kissed the back of her neck. "You don't have to be scared anymore."
The young woman locked fingers with him. "I know," she replied, turning her back to him. Whilst Jak fell asleep within seconds, she lay awake for ages, the worries she'd put out of her mind in the last day rolling back over her mind like clouds over the sun.
Erol...