* Flying Games *
A loud beeping screamed into Jaina's hearing. Rolling over on her side, she slammed her fist hard on the chrono and the alarm immediately decreased its noise. Forcing her eyes to open, she flew out of bed dropping the chrono to the ground without a care.
She had only ten minutes to get ready. Tossing off her clothes she jumped into the refresher.
Once she was out and dressed, she pulled her damp hair back in a ponytail, not caring much about her appearance. She had been sliding on her boots when an insistent buzzing came from the door.
Rolling her eyes, Jaina walked to the door and opened it. "Ok, you don't have to—" before she could get out the rest of her sentence, a pair of warm lips land on hers. Stumbling back into her rooms the door shut and she felt tingles go down her spin. Placing her hands on the man's shoulders she pushed him gently away from her. Relief flooded through her as his face came into her view.
"Kyp!"
"You were expecting someone else?" His smiled devilishly. His jaded eyes sparkled with an enticing energy that seemed to lure her deeper towards the Jedi Master, but she stopped herself.
"Not right now Kyp. I'm going to be late for a simulator meeting. Uncle Luke needs me to practice on my skills since I have not been using them for a while."
"Can't he wait for just a few moments?" Kyp whispered intensely into her ear. She could feel his lips on her neck. Maybe a few moments would not matter…
Tentatively, Jaina forced herself to pull away from him. "Kyp… I'll make it up to you later. This can't wait."
Looking into her eyes, Kyp blinked. "It's that important? More than me?" he tested her.
"Uncle Luke is planning on making a double lead squadron and he needs my skills sharpened so when he does formulate the rest of the team together we will be ready." Jaina explained.
"May the Force be with you then." He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and let her go.
"Thanks Kyp."
"You owe me remember. I had to spend the entire day with your father. He's been hovering over me like a hawk."
Jaina strolled out of her room laughing.
***
"You're five minutes late… what took you?" Jag asked curiously.
Jaina walked into the room looking rested but obviously rushed. She only waved off the question as she approached him. "You said dinnertime. For me, that's ten. So technically I'm three hours early."
"Very funny Solo." Jag stood in her way as if waiting for something.
"What?"
"Where's my hello kiss?" Jaina shook her head at the man, and was surprised to see a smile edge from the corners of his mouth. He was enjoying this.
Rolling her eyes, she pushed passed him. "You're a dead man, Fel."
"Don't worry, I'm not going to be. I'll come out of this sim waiting for my victory kiss." He countered as he slipped into his sim.
Annoyance flared in her. Strapping herself in her sim, she clicked on the speakers and microphone that connected to his. "That kiss was not meant for you, so don't get cocky." Her voice carried through the mic into his headsets.
Seconds later he responded.
"You could have fooled me."
The simulator started and in Jaina's simulator all she could see out in front of her viewpoint was the vast space of stars. Then she spotted him. If she had not been such a great pilot with eyes like a hawk, it would have been impossible. She did not need the Force yet, but in the simulator the Force did not have much effect. "I think I like the sitting bantha image on you."
A crackle of sound came through the communications, then his familiar voice. "Oh, really? Prepare to make the first move again?"
Jaina did not speak, but slowly made her way towards him. She was not going to be lead into distraction, if that was what he was thinking. She fired the first shot answering his question anyway.
The battle between the two raged on for minutes without speaking to one another, each too focused on the other matter at hand.
"So who was that kiss intended for, if not me?"
"That's none of your business."
A flare from her laser cannon skimmed his Chiss fighter from out of nowhere. Jag grinned in amusement. Obviously, whomever it was for, she did not wanting anyone knowing. Oh, this was just too perfect. "I do have one question though?"
"Yeah?"
He lowered his voice and whispered roughly into the mic. "Do Jedi Knights always taste so good?"
"Why you H—" she finished her sentence with a few Corellian curses and more than a dozen shots all more than brazing his ship.
A loud beeping screamed into Jaina's hearing. Rolling over on her side, she slammed her fist hard on the chrono and the alarm immediately decreased its noise. Forcing her eyes to open, she flew out of bed dropping the chrono to the ground without a care.
She had only ten minutes to get ready. Tossing off her clothes she jumped into the refresher.
Once she was out and dressed, she pulled her damp hair back in a ponytail, not caring much about her appearance. She had been sliding on her boots when an insistent buzzing came from the door.
Rolling her eyes, Jaina walked to the door and opened it. "Ok, you don't have to—" before she could get out the rest of her sentence, a pair of warm lips land on hers. Stumbling back into her rooms the door shut and she felt tingles go down her spin. Placing her hands on the man's shoulders she pushed him gently away from her. Relief flooded through her as his face came into her view.
"Kyp!"
"You were expecting someone else?" His smiled devilishly. His jaded eyes sparkled with an enticing energy that seemed to lure her deeper towards the Jedi Master, but she stopped herself.
"Not right now Kyp. I'm going to be late for a simulator meeting. Uncle Luke needs me to practice on my skills since I have not been using them for a while."
"Can't he wait for just a few moments?" Kyp whispered intensely into her ear. She could feel his lips on her neck. Maybe a few moments would not matter…
Tentatively, Jaina forced herself to pull away from him. "Kyp… I'll make it up to you later. This can't wait."
Looking into her eyes, Kyp blinked. "It's that important? More than me?" he tested her.
"Uncle Luke is planning on making a double lead squadron and he needs my skills sharpened so when he does formulate the rest of the team together we will be ready." Jaina explained.
"May the Force be with you then." He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and let her go.
"Thanks Kyp."
"You owe me remember. I had to spend the entire day with your father. He's been hovering over me like a hawk."
Jaina strolled out of her room laughing.
***
"You're five minutes late… what took you?" Jag asked curiously.
Jaina walked into the room looking rested but obviously rushed. She only waved off the question as she approached him. "You said dinnertime. For me, that's ten. So technically I'm three hours early."
"Very funny Solo." Jag stood in her way as if waiting for something.
"What?"
"Where's my hello kiss?" Jaina shook her head at the man, and was surprised to see a smile edge from the corners of his mouth. He was enjoying this.
Rolling her eyes, she pushed passed him. "You're a dead man, Fel."
"Don't worry, I'm not going to be. I'll come out of this sim waiting for my victory kiss." He countered as he slipped into his sim.
Annoyance flared in her. Strapping herself in her sim, she clicked on the speakers and microphone that connected to his. "That kiss was not meant for you, so don't get cocky." Her voice carried through the mic into his headsets.
Seconds later he responded.
"You could have fooled me."
The simulator started and in Jaina's simulator all she could see out in front of her viewpoint was the vast space of stars. Then she spotted him. If she had not been such a great pilot with eyes like a hawk, it would have been impossible. She did not need the Force yet, but in the simulator the Force did not have much effect. "I think I like the sitting bantha image on you."
A crackle of sound came through the communications, then his familiar voice. "Oh, really? Prepare to make the first move again?"
Jaina did not speak, but slowly made her way towards him. She was not going to be lead into distraction, if that was what he was thinking. She fired the first shot answering his question anyway.
The battle between the two raged on for minutes without speaking to one another, each too focused on the other matter at hand.
"So who was that kiss intended for, if not me?"
"That's none of your business."
A flare from her laser cannon skimmed his Chiss fighter from out of nowhere. Jag grinned in amusement. Obviously, whomever it was for, she did not wanting anyone knowing. Oh, this was just too perfect. "I do have one question though?"
"Yeah?"
He lowered his voice and whispered roughly into the mic. "Do Jedi Knights always taste so good?"
"Why you H—" she finished her sentence with a few Corellian curses and more than a dozen shots all more than brazing his ship.