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Tasting Darkness

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Everyone knew how hard it was to com by Eco, more so for specific kinds -- Dark Eco, for instance. It was still easier to find than Light Eco, but difficult enough that it was more often found by accident than intentionally. It was for this exact reason that Jak tended to keep stores of both kinds, just in case he needed to use either kind. Keira knew his personal preference was Light Eco, since it was a part of him that was in control, and not wild.

Everyone had their own place to live now, though granted certain ones were nearby. Samos� new home was but a few yards away from Keira�s choice, and Jak�s wasn�t much farther. Having lived together for so long, it was hard for the three of them to be too far away from one another.

She and Jak had been physical for only a few months, which meant something more like �only a few times.� Everything about sex was still new to her, so she was slow about it. While they had made love before, and she wasn�t ashamed to admit that Jak was an excellent lover, she had a lot of difficulty warming up to him most of the time. Every so often she�d become more than a little passionate and act on it, but it was rare.

Even so, while Jak was out looking for Eco or hunting metalheads or other things like that, she had free roam of his house. So naturally, she had a lot of time to examine the things he kept there. She knew he minded it more than he let on, and in return she tried not to get too near some of the things she thought were very personal. His armor that he picked up last year, for example; she never touched it.

The two tubes of Eco were kept far apart, Dark on one side of the room, Light on the other. It was as if he feared the two of them interacting somehow. She supposed the fear was unfounded, since no one had really successfully mixed Eco in the past, but she also knew if anyone had a right to be cautious, it was Jak. She�d seen him transform only once before, when she�d stumbled into danger and he�d used the Light Eco in him to bail her out.

It had been strange yet comforting, the way he�d carried her away. Glowing like he�d been, it was like touching a god. And until a real god came down to prove her wrong, she would always think that way. The most amazing part had been not just the glow, nor his wings, but the coolness of his skin. For a moment she�d been terrified, thinking that something was definitely wrong if he was that cold. . .

Not a few moments later, when they set down, he�d transformed back, and just like that, he was perfectly warm again. He�d also been mad at her for being stupid enough to leave town without a weapon. In her defense, her intention had been only to glance about and see if he was returning; it wasn�t her fault that metalheads blocked her way back. She had been surprised enough that metalheads were still around, let alone that they were coordinated enough to maneuver her away from safety.

She found herself staring at the tube of Light Eco as she reminisced. She shook her head, then caught the much darker glow from the other tube -- from the Dark Eco. She looked that way, wondering what it was really like for him to change, to either Dark or Light. She had never seen him go Dark, which she guessed was a good thing, with the way he talked about it. Even Daxter warned her not to get near him if he did go Dark. They just kept saying how he really lost his mind, that he might not recognize her, that he might hurt her. . .or worse.

Even so, she was curious. She had seen him in his Light form, but never the Dark one. Nobody mentioned what he looked like or how he acted. If it was the opposite from being Light, then she could imagine dark hair, dark eyes, maybe a hunched posture versus his much more noble Light self. Still, that didn�t make it the truth, did it?

A part of her whispered that Jak had pointedly asked for her to upgrade his hoverboard, and that she�d only just started to work on it. All this time she was standing here when she could have been putting together notes, at the least. She sighed then, thinking that she ought to get back to work. Between trying to stay affectionate with Jak, upgrading vehicles, deciphering more (almost useless) Precursor artifacts and tinkering with her own interesting machines, she already had a lot of ways to spend her time doing useful things.

It was silly to stand around in Jak�s home, staring at gadgets, when he himself was out doing beneficial things like gathering Eco. Granted he was never alone in his hunts anymore, since a stability had gone out over the land and people began banding more firmly together.

She was just about to turn and leave when the door opened. When she looked, she wasn�t at all surprised to see Jak there, eyes on her. He always did the same thing when he saw her: pause, stare, then smile. Today was no different.

Turning towards him, she smiled back.

His gaze sifted over to the Dark Eco tube, though. With a frown, he shut the door and met her eyes. Having been around him while mute, she knew quite well how to read his expressions, to hear the questions he didn�t voice.

�I was just thinking about it,� she answered, knowing she didn�t have to go into detail.

He blew out a sigh. �Keira, you know I�m perfectly happy with you being here when I get back, but when I find you looking at Dark Eco --�

�Oh, relax,� she interrupted. �If you�re worried I�m going to touch it and end up with a Dark side like yours, then you could always get rid of it, you know.�

�It�s a safeguard,� he shot back. �There�s a lot of power in that Eco. Isn�t it better to have it and never use it than need it and not have it?�

�I�m not arguing with that,� she tried, hoping this didn�t turn into a fight. �I just don�t want you freaking out every time I glance at it.�

He opened his mouth then shut it. With a smirk, he retorted, �I could solve that pretty easily by draping a blanket over the tube, couldn�t I?�

She smiled again. �I�ve said it before, you know.�

�Said what?�

�You�re really good with words for someone who couldn�t speak until a few years ago.� She had teased him about this before, and it never ceased to make a good joke.

He chuckled. �Yeah, you�ve said it before. About twenty times now, by my count.�

�You�re not counting!� she laughed.

�One, two, three. . .�

She rolled her eyes. Stepping towards the door, she said, �I was about to leave, so you�ll rest easy knowing you have full privacy to do whatever it is that you do to relax.�

He put his arm out to catch her waist. �You�re pretty good for relaxation.�

She had to glance away. It was a corny remark, but Jak knew her well enough by now to know that it was the corny remarks that made her warm inside.

�Besides which,� he started, turning her face back to him with his free hand, �it�s rude to leave without offering me a kiss.�

�Who made this rule?�

�I did. Just now.�

Amused and charmed despite herself, she tilted her head back for him. It was times like this she allowed herself to be annoyed at how he�d grown over the past years, though it was also times like this when she didn�t really care. His lips were as warm as always, his kiss just as seductive as she knew it�d be.

Oh, she knew this kind of kiss. He had very different kinds he�d give her, depending on how far he wanted to push her. Today must�ve been a good day for hunting, she deduced, as this kiss was definitely making her think that she was willing to go further.

She supposed he really wanted to, anyway. It�d been a week now since the last time she�d let him so much as touch her breasts, which was a kind of line in her mind. It didn�t matter if his touch was gentle or rough; when her breasts were involved, he was asking for more, and it was at that point when she�d have to pick yes or no.

She was content with how things were at the moment, with his tongue teasing her own. But it was so easy for her to want more, when he slid his hands over her bare stomach and back like that, switching between touching firmly and lightly trailing his fingers. It was his way of teasing or gently prodding, a kind of seduction. She lifted her arms around his neck; a sign that she was okay with going further.

He got the message.

She felt highly aware of his hands as they kept moving, particularly the one moving around to her front. That hand almost tickled, barely touching her -- at first. Then his fingers were under her top, pushing it up to reveal a single breast only to cover it with his palm. She gasped sharply, the feeling always new to her no matter how many times he did it. She arched her back, so he pulled her closer.

�Jak,� she said between kisses. She wasn�t sure what else she wanted to say, or if she wanted to speak at all. It didn�t stop her from saying his name again, when he started to massage her chest. In her mind, she could almost see that line being drawn again. She knew she had only this moment to make a choice; stay or leave.

His mouth left hers only to promptly find her neck. She decided to stay, convinced by the way he sucked at her skin. She loved that, and she had her suspicions that he knew it. The more he kneaded and sucked, the tighter her hands gripped his shoulders, at this point using him as a lifeline to keep from drowning. She could describe it no other way, regardless of how hard she tried; he made her feel like she was drowning.

Despite her efforts to keep her head about her, she was being swept away by the heat igniting inside her. It was a silly thing for a genius to lose her head, but where Jak was concerned, it was all too easy. And, she admitted, it�d been too long since they last enjoyed carnal pleasures. She wanted him more than she thought, she realized now. It had really been too long since she�d felt the heat of his body.

�Jak,� she moaned, thinking that now would be a good time to take this elsewhere -- pointedly, his bed. When she got a grunt as a response, she remembered her hands on his shoulders. Working up some small amount of resistance, she gave a push. Though it wasn�t a hard push, he followed easily.

And that look on his face was one she�d seen often. He was disappointed, she saw, but she always saw a much stranger look with it. It was one that hinted he was willing to put up with that disappointment, regardless of what he wanted. She felt bad then, since she cut things out here more often than not; naturally he would assume she wanted it to end.

When his hand started to slip from her breast, she covered it with her own to keep it there. �I was thinking,� she started, �that we should go to bed.� She hoped he wouldn�t even pretend to not understand, because she didn�t think she would be able to go into further detail.

She was actually amused to see his eyes light up again. It was like dangling a cookie in front of a child�s face, making him sad by taking the cookie away, only to give in and let him have it. Only this was on a much bigger scale, so to speak.

He smiled, but it was a devilish smile. Pulling her with him, he started to walk backwards, saying, �Just please, please, please, please, please don�t chicken out.�

Had it not been true, she might�ve been offended by the statement. �Okay,� she answered, standing on her toes to kiss him again.

His hands found her waist and pulled her to him, for a moment both of them forgetting why they�d paused at all. Then he kept walking backwards, around a table situated in the center of the room. Lost in the passion his mouth incited, she wasn�t even aware that she was walking until she stumbled. He caught her, chuckling, and though she was embarrassed, she still laughed with him.

He bumped into the doorway, stumbling a little himself. In the end it caused his grip to loosen and she hit the floor as he caught himself. �S-sorry, Keira,� he started.

She propped herself up on her elbows, giving him a playful glare as she did so. With his left hand on the doorframe, he reached out to her with his right --

She was about to lift her hand and take his when she noticed that his expression had rapidly changed. �Jak?� she asked, wondering about it. He looked absolutely shocked.

And then she noticed a dark violet glow at his left arm. It was then she realized that he must�ve hit the Dark Eco tube right there at the doorway. . .but it boggled her mind to think that all it took was a touch to succumb to it. And despite a rush of fear going through her as her thoughts reminded her of all the terrible things she�d been told, she was still curious. She kind of wanted to see this.

�Keira --� he bit out. �The door --�

He was asking her to leave. Wanting to obey made her get to her feet, but that was as far as she got. When she looked up again, she saw him kind of buck like he was fighting with himself, then groan low in his throat. To her surprise, threads of that Eco branched off him, he grabbed his head, and then it was over. She was staring at a much different Jak than she knew, and a much different Dark Jak than she�d imagined.

His skin and hair were both completely white, and he had grown wicked black nails. She took a step back out of shock, hitting the bed and making it scrape on the floor. He looked up, as though noticing her for the first time, and she felt even more fear at his coal-black eyes.

It was hard to catch, but she still knew when he glanced down, looking her over. She hoped he didn�t see an enemy, looking down at herself to see if she was the slightest bit threatening. That was when she remembered -- rather, saw -- that one plump breast was still exposed. Feeling oddly like this was the most horrible aspect of this entire situation, she straightened her shirt.

Then her wrists were caught and pulled away from her chest. She had but a second to look back up, seeing those black eyes filling her vision, before her lips were caught. She was in total shock, her mind reeling with the new information she was given even as his tongue invaded her mouth.

Of all the things she�d been told concerning Jak�s total loss of his mind, this was not one of them. It was as if his lust from before had tripled, which he proved when one arm went around her waist and the other cupped the back of her neck. With his head tilted, he already had the perfect angle to keep kissing her, and now she knew she didn�t have a chance of getting away.

She was regretting not stopping earlier, when she had a perfect chance to. Even so, as he kept kissing her, she had to admit that he must still have at least a few memories, because the way he kissed was so much like himself. Running his tongue over hers, then her molars, drawing back enough to lick her lips -- these were ways Jak always kissed her. Either he�d been lying all this time, or he didn�t change as much as he assumed.

And she could feel that his skin was hotter than before, almost scalding. She tried not to think about it, to fight the passion she could already feel building up, yet some part of her knew it was in vain. That little voice was proven correct as his hand on her back slid further down, almost roughly groping at her rear. That was completely new, both to what she was experienced with, and what she thought Jak was capable of.

She tried to push him back, a fresh wave of panic going through her. She could only manage separating their mouths long enough to say, �Stop!� before he was devouring her lips again. That was another silly thing, to expect him to listen when he clearly had no self control left. It didn�t stop her from wishing he would get the message somehow, from hoping he would simply have enough and release her.

For a moment, she thought it worked. His mouth drew back, she sucked in a quick breath, refilling her lungs -- then his mouth latched onto her neck. Along with zings of pleasure, another wave of shock hit her. Not only did this add proof that Jak had memories left, but to her complete surprise, he�d chosen the right side of her neck. . .the opposite side from earlier.

His hand on her neck left as well, sliding down her back, her butt, then to her thigh as his previously groping hand went around her waist, keeping them pressed together. She couldn�t help how hard her heart was pounding in her chest, but given the situation and all the passion he kept laving on her, she could hardly be blamed for that. Trying to voice protests, she managed a few shaky words, fighting off the drowning feeling as it returned.

She tried telling herself that she couldn�t lose her mind at a time like this, no matter how strong nor passionate nor warm he was. As Jak himself had said, this wasn�t him. Proof was being thrown at her every second that upheld and dashed that theory; while he definitely knew her body, he wasn�t being the slow and gentle Jak she knew him to be. This was further proven when that hand on her thigh slipped between her legs, cupping at her singularly most intimate place.

With a yelp that was half a moan, she realized too late that she should�ve made sure to clamp her legs shut earlier. Feebly and pointlessly, she tried to now, unable to suppress a moan when that hand rubbed at her. He was rough, all right, bolder and firmer than Jak ever was. She had a fleeting thought that maybe this was simply what he would be like without any inhibitions, before she had to abandon thinking altogether.

His still left hand ran up her side and under her shirt, almost exactly the same as before. He brushed up her shirt and cupper her breast in one move, though she had enough brain power to marvel at the irony present -- like the way he�d sucked at her neck, his hand was kneading the opposite breast from earlier. It was like he was trying to be different.

Then, between the way he caressed her breast and kept rubbing at her core, she had little choice but to drop her head back and moan. How could they say this wasn�t really him, anyway? She admitted that while the amount of passion was definitely increased, all of his habits were the same. Everything she�d grown to know about the way he loved her was identical. She even noted that despite those claws he had, those nails that she knew could cause her serious damage, he wasn�t hurting her in the least.

If anything, he was seducing her completely. She hoped her father would never hear about this.

His attentions were so sensual that when he pulled his hands and mouth back, she felt cold, bereft. He had gone so far so fast, yet now stopped? In a cruel way, this could easily be revenge for her own habit of doing so. Head still reeling, she couldn�t even form a question.

Not that she had to, she realized. At first, when he reached for her neck, a tinge of fear went through her, until she understood what he was doing. The sound of cloth tearing made her look down, seeing that he was slicing straight through her shirt with one nail. It made her shiver. He brushed the sleeves down her arms, forcing her to let go of his shoulders so the cloth could slide off.

This was usually the point where she�d cover her chest and blush, but apparently he knew that, too. When she lifted her arms to do so, he caught them. Then she was standing in his embrace again, both of her hands caught at the wrist behind her back by his left hand. He kissed her again, which worked well in swallowing her squeals of surprise as her suspenders loosened, then fell away. Was he going to undress her completely using his claws?

She was shocked at herself for feeling a thrill at the thought.

Breaking the kiss, her released her wrists only to catch her hips. For a moment she was dazed as she felt herself lifted, then she was falling on the bed and he was climbing on top of her. He caught her lips for a second, then began moving down her. A part of her mind rose up and told that this was it, this was the chance she had to get away. She considered it for a brief moment before she found herself lost again.

His mouth on her breasts was something new all over again. For a second she had been expecting his gentleness to return, for his mouth to be soft and warm, for him to be the man she knew. She wanted to berate herself for thinking it, too; she should know by now that he was much different than before, if not totally.

He sucked on her nipple in a way that lit her aflame in a whole new way. But it was more than just her peak, it was as though he were trying to fit as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. He was sucking hard, at that, tongue laving roughly all over. It sent heavy thrills up her neck as well as down her stomach, pooling hotly in a place only he would ever have access to.

Coarse hands roved over her stomach and thighs as he kept this up, making her moan loudly despite trying to stop herself. She had never made sounds like this before, not even during her first time with him, when everything was new to her. The fact that she moaned like this now, because he was overwhelming her, almost made her feel ashamed. This was Jak, and she told herself that repeatedly, trying not to think of it as cheating.

Jak�s tongue, Jak�s lips, Jak�s hands, Jak�s fingers --

Oh, Jak�s fingers. . .

She cried out this time, louder than before, unable to stop herself. He was rubbing at her core again, only this time, his hand was inside her pants, not outside. It was much more direct, far more intimate, and it made her remember just how hot his skin was.

Kind of like how hot she was now.

He released her breast at last, with a sound that made her want to bury her face in the pillow she was tearing at. He pulled his hand away from her center, making her give a whine she couldn�t believe actually came from her lips. Even black as ebony, she could see humor and knowledge in his eyes -- and in his smirk. He crawled down her body, holding her gaze as he went, as though proving that she was some kind of game or trophy.

And he had won.

He got on his knees, then lifted her legs one at a time, taking her boots off. She was so damned turned on already, she could feel it in every fraction of her. She was hot, blushing, reeling, wet, and shaking terribly. Every last bit of it was his fault.

As he removed her belt and began pulling off her lower garments, she had to wonder if she�d be feeling this way if Jak hadn�t come in contact with the Dark Eco. The thoughts didn�t last long, but this time, it wasn�t because he was touching her; it was because he slipped off the bed and started undressing himself.

That had never been her strong point, she admitted. She couldn�t undress others, she could hardly undress herself. Especially in passion, with Jak; she just couldn�t make herself strip. Lucky for her, he�d always been willing to do it for her. And as he finished, climbing back up, she realized just how sexy he was in doing so. He didn�t stop level with her, she found, but paused with his mouth above her navel.

Would he. . ? She wondered about before agreeing that yes, he would. Given all the passion he�d shown until now, there was no way he wouldn�t.

His mouth descended on her again. He kissed at her once, twice, then lapped at her navel. It felt so good, she was actually surprised. He�d never done this before; what was she to do now? Or more pointedly, what was he going to do next? Though she was certain he wouldn�t keep her waiting long to find out -- his track record proved he was moving very fast -- she was surprised at just how quick he moved on.

His mouth practically latched onto her core, tongue rubbing at her the way he�d done to her breast. At once she had the feeling of drowning again, stronger than she ever remembered it being. Sure, he had done this before, but not like this. It was incredibly different, driving her mad in more ways then she cared to count. He did all sorts of things to her then, making her cry out despite herself. Licking, sucking, blowing, rubbing, stroking; she could already feel that she was balancing dangerously close to the edge of orgasm.

It didn�t even occur to her how many times she�d called his name over the past few minutes. . .or was it few hours? She had zero grasp of time; for all she knew, they�d been at this for decades.

He drew his mouth back. She felt like swearing at him for it, too. As it was, she heard another whine drift from her lips, so expectant had she been for him to finish. She wanted to complain, to protest, to deny him anything more, but she was too slow and he was too fast. Suddenly he was maneuvering them both, and shock went through her as she realized that he was positioning them in a way she�d never even considered, let alone been in.

She was on her side, he was above her; one leg was under him, the other crossed over. If she turned just a little, it would be so easy to end up on her stomach -- she had no chance to try. He was pressing down on her, leaning over, entering her. Her heart thudded quicker in her chest, feeling more than a little hot as she found that her body offered no resistance. She was so wet it took but a few seconds for him to become buried in her, deeper than she could ever remember him being.

In the seconds after, when she had time to piece together a thought, she had to wonder if he knew how to do this all along, or if it was something his darker side knew alone.

Then he began thrusting, soft enough to allow her to become accustomed to him at first. She was thankful about that for about an instant before she found herself craving more. Seemingly able to read her thoughts, he moved quicker, driving her to hide her face in the pillow and moan. This was the same, at least; his size and courtesy and caring. Even having lost himself to the influence of Dark Eco, he was still avoiding harming her.

Or so she assumed, anyway. He grasped her wrist, lifting it to touch his lips. He lapped at her fingers, sucked on them, even nibbled. Lost in passion as she was, she could still understand that he was keeping her from turning into the pillow any more, even if it was unintentional. And the harder he thrust into her, the more she tugged on her arm, wanting so badly to hide somehow. Her free hand could do nothing more than grip the pillow tightly, just as she herself could do nothing more than moan, being driven mad by him.

Now she had to look, to glance up and confirm that she wasn�t having some insanely erotic dream. She almost expected to see Jak as she knew him, almost fell into shock all over again when she met black eyes and white skin. She knew the moment he noticed her gaze because he chose then to grin at her.

He also chose then to move harder, as though he were proving some point to her. All he succeeded in doing was to make her to gasp sharply, then turn her previous moans into cries. She pulled hard on her arm, but he still refused to let go. She could feel frustration well up in some functional part of her brain, immediately swept away just as quickly as her thoughts were.

And then, to her complete shock, he stopped. Confused, it took her a moment to recognize the pulsing inside her that signaled he�d orgasmed, a feeling she only barely knew. With her heart still going wild and her body still tingling, she couldn�t believe it ended like that. She turned a surprised look on him, on the verge of berating him, to hell with him being dangerous or not.

But he was still grinning, even after the pulsing had stopped. He released her wrist, drew back and out of her, then rolled to lay on his back behind her. Mouth agape, she really started considering that he was just a selfish bastard like this. She turned over to face him, wanting to give him a slap or two, either out of spite or revenge, she couldn�t pick out the reigning emotion.

She was still wet, still shaking, still craving him, and it burned her up to know he could be this way. But when she saw what he was doing now, her anger faded, much like what would happen if you tried to hold water in open fingers.

He was stroking himself. At first she hadn�t noticed, intent on meeting his gaze, but as his hand was the only part of him moving, it was impossible not to draw her eyes. She had never seen a man touch himself before; she hardly knew how it worked. Now she couldn�t look away, utterly fascinated even as she was shocked at his boldness.

Still, she tore her eyes from the sight, looking up at his face only to find he was staring at her chest. Embarrassed despite everything that had already occurred, she covered her breasts self-consciously. It didn�t last long.

He abandoned his member to grasp her wrists again, pulling her atop him. Her rush of anger returned, along with indignation at how he thought he could just move her wherever he wanted. This anger battled with her passion, frustrating her as neither wanted to back down. Unfortunately for her, she had a lot less control than she�d thought, both over herself and the situation.

One of his hands sought out her behind, the other grasping the back of her neck. He kissed her harder than before, his tongue invading her mouth without permission nor warning; she shivered. It was odd to think that she could still shiver with such a hot body beneath her.

His wandering hand felt all over her rear before slipping off her radar entirely, making her wonder what he was up to -- for about three seconds. When his hand returned, she found it bearing a kind of present, and nearly giggled to herself for thinking such a thing. With coordination from his hand and a thrust of his hips, he was inside her again, hard and prepared to continue.

Her earlier feeling of anger left completely as she realized that he really had been thinking of her pleasure. With his hands positioned strategically, his mouth keepings her occupied, and his length moving within her, she was effectively trapped where she was. And despite how amazing it felt -- especially considering he was constantly moving faster -- she wanted some piece of control to herself.

She wriggled and fought his hands, pulled her mouth from his, and finally managed to rear back. She was sitting on him now, which, she discovered, did nothing to slow him down. Apparently he rather liked this, given he grasped her hips but didn�t try to pull her back down. Surprised at herself, she found that she was grinding against him as he thrust, matching him stroke for stroke. Since when did she know how to do this?

She didn�t have enough brainpower left to dwell on it. She hardly had enough sensory left to recognize when he sat up, wrapping his arms around her, yet managing to keep the speed he�d set for himself. Like this, wrapped around each other, sharing breath, it was easy to make herself believe that he wasn�t different at all. She rested her head on his shoulder as she panted, unable to stop her movements now that she�d started.

Sucking in a quick breath, she gripped his shoulders hard, feeling a familiar tightness in her lower half. She knew this more than a little; Jak had always made sure she had an orgasm before, so she knew when it was coming. She also knew that she gave more than a few tells whenever she started to notice it: her moans becoming sharper cries, saying his name in a desperate kind of way, tensing her entire body.

She threw her head back when it reached the peak, making a whole new heat explode within her. Her throat tightened too much to make a sound, only allowing her to gasp. And her inner walls clenched convulsively, making her involuntarily writhe and thrust against him. Mouth open wide, she could almost form his name. But he was still moving, causing her pleasure to continue even as it began fading. Each time she tightened around him was less strong, yet now she had enough sensory to hear that he was panting hard.

Harder than she�d been, or so she thought. Dropping her head back onto his shoulder, she let him continue, weakly only barely able to keep a grip on his arms. Ah -- and there it was, the pulsing she knew would be coming soon. He groaned this time, too, a sound she recognized. But this time, she noted, those pulses felt. . .stronger, somehow. She wondered if his second orgasm was better than the first.

Though she still couldn�t voice anything other than the single syllable his name was. She was breathing hard but calming, and it amused her a little how hard he was panting in comparison. With a grunt she guessed hinted at lethargy, he laid back, taking her with him.

Then his arms convulsed around her and he groaned, sharper than before. She wanted to open her eyes, to look up and ask what he wanted, but it was pointless. She was far too tired to do any of the aforementioned, no matter how much she wanted to. And she told herself it was okay; he wasn�t going anywhere anytime soon.

�. . .Keira?�

�Mm,� she answered. It took her a minute to realize what that meant, and then she managed to lift her head.

He had returned to normal, likely from having exhausted the Dark Eco he�d absorbed. The thought of why made her giggle mentally. He was staring at her now as though he couldn�t believe she existed.

�Hi,� was all she could think to say.

�Keira, what the hell happened?�

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