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lithic_runeMy first kink meme. I feel like I've passed some coming-of-age ritual of the Internet~ This one is for anonymous, who asked for Torn/Kiera.
Title: Angry
Fandom: Jak II
Rating: PG
Summary: Torn's ability as a tactician didn't necessarily extend to women.
Torn had never felt more out of place than the moment he stepped foot in Keira's garage. Racing wasn't really his thing. He could fly with the best of them, don't get him wrong, but the flash and glam of the racing arena always rubbed him wrong. On top of that, he was kind of a wanted citizen. Well, only "kind of" when compared to Jak. Being one of the leaders of the Underground kind of put you pretty high on Praxis' list of people to kill. Regardless, plastering his face all over the screens of Haven really wasn't in his best interest, so pardon him if he didn't find many excuses to come to this end of the city.
Unfortunately, he'd found one today.
"Where's Jak?" he demanded as soon as he saw the woman with the blue-green hair.
The question earned him an angry scowl. "How should I know?" Keira pushed past him, a wrench clutched in her hand as though it was a weapon, and hunched over the exposed inner workings of some machine that Torn couldn't even begin to guess the purpose of. Torn contemplated her bent figure for a moment, then decided he wasn't impressed.
"He's your boyfriend, isn't he?" He joined her at her side and leaned over to catch her eye, determined to make a nuisance of himself until she answered his question. "And he's also your driver, and unless I'm mistaken, the Class Two races ended not ten minutes ago. So, I'm gonna ask you again. Where. Is. He?"
Keira narrowed her eyes. "He's neither," she said shortly. "We were never anything more than... friends, and he quit before the Class Two races started. Daxter had to drive in them." She reached into the machine and gave something a sharp yank.
Torn's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "The furball can race?"
"Yeah, and he's just as good as Jak. Who needs him anyway?" She shoved her wrench in and used it to twist something else with more force than was probably necessary. "He certainly doesn't need me!"
Unfortunately, Torn needed him. So... How to placate an angry female who'd just been stood up by her apparently-not-boyfriend. He leaned further in. "Keira," he said, demanding her attention.
"What?" she snapped, her head whipping around to face him. Their noses were inches away.
The best way, he decided, was to close the distance between their lips. Keira's eyes flew wide in surprise and her mouth dropped open. Torn quickly took advantage of this, pushing his tongue inside to probe and feel and taste. Actually, she didn't taste half bad. He might have enjoyed the kiss if he didn't know what was coming. Any second now...
Slap!
"What the hell do you think you're doing!?"
Torn rubbed his cheek gingerly. Damn, she had a strong arm. Must come from all the work with the wrench. "You really want to know?" he asked, giving her a sidelong glance.
Keira was practically trembling with fury. "I think I have a right to! You don't just... You don't just kiss people without their permission! I don't even know your name!"
A slow grin made its way across Torn's face. "It's Torn. And you do if you want to get them to stop being angry."
"You think I've stopped being angry?" Keira stared at him like he'd grown a second head. "I'm even more angry, you jerk!"
"Yes, but you're not angry at Jak anymore, are you?" He said it smugly, because it wasn't really a question. "And deep down, that's who you really want to be angry at. So, are you going to help me find him or not?"
In retrospect, he thought, he probably deserved the second slap.
Title: Angry
Fandom: Jak II
Rating: PG
Summary: Torn's ability as a tactician didn't necessarily extend to women.
Torn had never felt more out of place than the moment he stepped foot in Keira's garage. Racing wasn't really his thing. He could fly with the best of them, don't get him wrong, but the flash and glam of the racing arena always rubbed him wrong. On top of that, he was kind of a wanted citizen. Well, only "kind of" when compared to Jak. Being one of the leaders of the Underground kind of put you pretty high on Praxis' list of people to kill. Regardless, plastering his face all over the screens of Haven really wasn't in his best interest, so pardon him if he didn't find many excuses to come to this end of the city.
Unfortunately, he'd found one today.
"Where's Jak?" he demanded as soon as he saw the woman with the blue-green hair.
The question earned him an angry scowl. "How should I know?" Keira pushed past him, a wrench clutched in her hand as though it was a weapon, and hunched over the exposed inner workings of some machine that Torn couldn't even begin to guess the purpose of. Torn contemplated her bent figure for a moment, then decided he wasn't impressed.
"He's your boyfriend, isn't he?" He joined her at her side and leaned over to catch her eye, determined to make a nuisance of himself until she answered his question. "And he's also your driver, and unless I'm mistaken, the Class Two races ended not ten minutes ago. So, I'm gonna ask you again. Where. Is. He?"
Keira narrowed her eyes. "He's neither," she said shortly. "We were never anything more than... friends, and he quit before the Class Two races started. Daxter had to drive in them." She reached into the machine and gave something a sharp yank.
Torn's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "The furball can race?"
"Yeah, and he's just as good as Jak. Who needs him anyway?" She shoved her wrench in and used it to twist something else with more force than was probably necessary. "He certainly doesn't need me!"
Unfortunately, Torn needed him. So... How to placate an angry female who'd just been stood up by her apparently-not-boyfriend. He leaned further in. "Keira," he said, demanding her attention.
"What?" she snapped, her head whipping around to face him. Their noses were inches away.
The best way, he decided, was to close the distance between their lips. Keira's eyes flew wide in surprise and her mouth dropped open. Torn quickly took advantage of this, pushing his tongue inside to probe and feel and taste. Actually, she didn't taste half bad. He might have enjoyed the kiss if he didn't know what was coming. Any second now...
Slap!
"What the hell do you think you're doing!?"
Torn rubbed his cheek gingerly. Damn, she had a strong arm. Must come from all the work with the wrench. "You really want to know?" he asked, giving her a sidelong glance.
Keira was practically trembling with fury. "I think I have a right to! You don't just... You don't just kiss people without their permission! I don't even know your name!"
A slow grin made its way across Torn's face. "It's Torn. And you do if you want to get them to stop being angry."
"You think I've stopped being angry?" Keira stared at him like he'd grown a second head. "I'm even more angry, you jerk!"
"Yes, but you're not angry at Jak anymore, are you?" He said it smugly, because it wasn't really a question. "And deep down, that's who you really want to be angry at. So, are you going to help me find him or not?"
In retrospect, he thought, he probably deserved the second slap.
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Date: 2009-10-01 03:56 pm (UTC)Poor Torn. But he did, as he guessed, deserve both slaps.
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Date: 2009-10-01 03:58 pm (UTC)Yes, poor Torn. I'm still not sure if his plan worked or if it backfired spectacularly. :3
*Far too lazy to change accounts >__>;;;*
Date: 2009-10-01 04:13 pm (UTC)It probably backfired liek wao. XD After all, for one thing, she probably has no idea where he is; for another, she'd need to stop telling him to get out to say anything of use. ;3
Hey, I know who it is, that's good enough for me. :D
Date: 2009-10-01 04:16 pm (UTC)Poor, poor Torn. >3 Especially if Jak ever finds out.
:3 ... *Slaps LJ for eating her comment.*
Date: 2009-10-01 04:26 pm (UTC)Jak: You--You kissed my girlfriend!
Torn: Yeah, well, you'll be kissing mine.
Jak: .... That's not the point! You kissed my girlfriend!!
Torn: I thought she wasn't your girlfriend. B)
LJ's been being a pain today
Date: 2009-10-01 04:29 pm (UTC)Torn: Besides, it's not like you were gonna kiss her anytime soon.
Jak: *evil, evil glare*
Yeah B|
Date: 2009-10-01 04:35 pm (UTC)Re: Yeah B|
Date: 2009-10-01 04:37 pm (UTC)Poor Zalein. *pats* :3Re: Yeah B|
Date: 2009-10-01 04:41 pm (UTC)8'( *Silent comforted-ness here.*Re: Yeah B|
Date: 2009-10-01 04:47 pm (UTC)At least your library is quiet. I have five birds chirping for my attention. There would be a sixth, but I ditched Camille with my sister. It is making it difficult to write!no subject
Date: 2009-10-01 04:56 pm (UTC)*Snerrks.* Such noisy birdies. :3 (Yeah, so I think LJ's giving me my heads up that my class starts in five minutes by eating another comment. B| *Will probably be gone when you reply.*)no subject
Date: 2009-10-01 04:58 pm (UTC)YES. *is tempted to move their cages to another room, except Tango's is so big and Camille's is almost as bad and she'd have to make sure to vacuum up any feathers or seed that spilled and it's almost not even worth it* B|I'll be heading off to lunch soon anyway, so see you later!
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Date: 2010-09-17 02:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-18 12:06 pm (UTC)