A short Jaina/Kyp ficlet written to music~ Usual disclaimers apply.
Love The Way You Lie; Eminem ft. Rihanna
Her lightsaber spits back at her as it clashes with his and she grits her teeth, bearing down. He bats her overhead strike aside easily, almost negligently and the rage flares hotter. She knows he's not actually mocking her, can see by the look on his face that he's more confused than anything else, and that just makes her angrier. She doesn't want him to be helpful, doesn't want him to be concerned – she wants him to be angry, wants him to tear into her and make her hate him so she can fight back, lash out.
She's losing this match, in more ways than one. She can't stand it.
She hardly notices when he flicks the weapon out of her hand, barely pauses to wait for him to thumb his off before she's grabbing him by the neck of his shirt and shoving him against the wall, kissing him. Except it's hardly a kiss, more of a battle of wills as teeth and tongue and lips clash and of course he's returning the gesture; she knows how he feels about her and she's exploiting it horribly and doesn't care because for one blessed moment she's able to just stop thinking.
And then he's shoving her back, away, and she lets out a growl of frustration because his teeth have just bit into her lip and she licks at the blood uneasily, avoiding his gaze.
"Get out." His voice is low and full of anger but she knows he's not angry at her. She closes her eyes for a moment, considers the power this gives her and wonders just how far back he really managed to pull her from the Dark Side.
"What if I say no?" she asks, curious now because it's not like she has anywhere else to be.
"Then I'll make you leave, get out."
She sucks on her lower lip absently, barely noticing the metallic tang of blood on her tongue she's so used to it by now. His face is twisted as he refuses to look at her, and that makes her angry as well because she's so damned tired of people averting her gaze. "You want me to leave? Really?" A pause, and he still won't look at her and she knows he knows that she's not okay, that there's something wrong and he won't do anything about it and she doesn't want him to , but the fact that he won't even try— "Fine. I'm gone." Don't expect me to come back.
She turns on her heel and takes two steps towards the door.
"Wait."