havensmechanic:

۵ my muse kisses yours to shut them up

((oh lord))

It had been a busy day at the garage, and Keira was practically flying around the room, grabbing parts, finding tools, the whole place was in shambles. This usually happened when a big race was about to take place, and she found herself on a tight schedule. Well, at least to her it was. She still had a few days, but the sooner she got everything done the sooner she could crash from her sleep-deprived high. 

Jak had graciously come over to try and lend a hand, so she gave him one of the easier racers to work on. It only had an engine problem- something beginners knew how to fix. He would have absolutely no problem with it.

Her mouth was running about as fast as a zoomer at this point, finding the act helped her stay awake and focussed. She was half talking to herself, running through the things she had to do on each vehicle and the process of it. Most of it was deranged techno-babble, as she came up behind Jak to check on his progress.

“You’re using the ¾” standard swivel impact socket for that, right? And don’t forget to oil it, those parts really like to stick- oh that one there looks really rusted I think you should replace that, the 3/8" by 9" screw driver should work perfect- mmph!”

It seemed her sentence had been cut short, and she blinked at the pair of lips that had pressed up against hers. What was she saying?

Jak couldn’t help the slight smirk that threatened his features during the kiss, letting it spread to a full grin when they pulled apart.

“Keira. I know, I just asked you that a little while ago.” He chuckled, giving her a playful little nuzzle - sure to let his facial hair brush against her neck.

“You sure you don’t want to rest for a bit?”