Nov 2002
Disclaimer: It all belongs to George (Lucas, not my Leprechaun) & I just write for fun. The song belongs to a group called "Blackhawk" and I'm just borrowing the lyrics.
Part 3
*'Cause when you're around my defenses go down Feelings get stronger, looks get longer*
Kyp stepped into the deserted pilot's lounge some twenty minutes later. He'd dress casually, in a pair of tight black pants with a loose black shirt over top. His semi-long, dark hair was slicked back, the ends already dry and starting to curl forward. He stopped in the entrance, wishing he wasn't on a ship, but instead on some planet where he could disappear onto the roof of some building to think. Or into a forest, even a volcano would be nice. Anywhere but here. Anywhere where he wouldn't have to feel the emotions she couldn't seem to shield from him completely.
Why was it he couldn't block her out? He'd always been good with mental shielding, he'd had to be, but when it came to her it didn't work. Or rather it did, just not to the degree he would have liked. The view port on the far end of the room drew his attention. They were still in hyperspace, the starlines flashing by outside the reinforced plexiglass. It reinforced the sense of isolation he'd begun to feel just over a week ago, the feeling of being complete and utterly alone.
He felt her close by, her presence like a hot spot in the Force. A spot that was becoming more and more painful to let go of every time he touched it. He stepped further into the lounge, heading for the off duty bar that served mild alcohol. He didn't normally indulge, but if he didn't have something to occupy his hands when she showed up would be dangerous. Self- control he had, but with her it was in high demand with little supply. He had few defenses against her.
She walked in as he was pouring himself a glass of brandy, her stride purposeful. "Durron!"
His back was to her and he felt the ripple of emotions rolling off her in small waves. Confusion, anger and hurt. He took a sip of his drink before turning to look at her. She stood behind him, about five feet away, dressed in the same flight suit he'd seen her in last. He arched an eyebrow at her, a smirk finding its way onto his lips. "Goddess. How can I be of service?"
She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. He couldn't help but look her over. She was a fine looking woman, with long brown hair and brandy eyes the same color as his drink. She was slender, muscled, a ball of energy that was constantly in motion. And it was killing him slowly.
"You've been avoiding me." She accused and Kyp was sure he heard pain in her words, even though she tried to hide it.
"I've been in my quarters, I wasn't aware that was a capital offence." He bowed mockingly, "Shall I make my bed at the base of your door, your greatness."
"Stop it, Kyp. Just stop it!"
Their eyes locked, green to brown and her anger lanced through him. Straight though, all the way to his carefully guarded heart. He felt the walls he'd built around himself, the resistance to her, beginning to crumble. They always did when she looked at him with those intense, soulful eyes. "Stop what?"
"This!" she waved her hand between them. "You're avoiding me, you haven't said more than three words since I told you the news, and that hurts. It hurts, Kyp."
His mouth was dry, but a smirk somehow found its way onto his face for a moment. "I don't see why, you've got Colonel Amazing to comfort you. Don't tell me you missed me, Jaina."
She took a step towards him and his heart began to pound more quickly. No, don't come closer. he begged her silently, If you do...
She didn't appear to hear him, which wasn't surprising, as her steps turned into a stalking posture. She was angry and not afraid to show him. "What's wrong with you?" she demanded. "I thought you'd be happy for me."
"I am."
"Well you certainly don't show it!"
Kyp took a half step back and stopped when he encountered the bar, leaning almost insolently against it. "My apologies. I'll get down on my knees and start kissing your feet immediately."
She looked as if she wanted to smack him, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from her gaze. Those expressive eyes that spoke of something that went beyond just avoiding her. Something that went beyond... He was imagining things. He had to be. She'd made her choice, made it plain. It was simply his heart and it's wishful thinking.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to George (Lucas, not my Leprechaun) & I just write for fun. The song belongs to a group called "Blackhawk" and I'm just borrowing the lyrics.
Part 3
*'Cause when you're around my defenses go down Feelings get stronger, looks get longer*
Kyp stepped into the deserted pilot's lounge some twenty minutes later. He'd dress casually, in a pair of tight black pants with a loose black shirt over top. His semi-long, dark hair was slicked back, the ends already dry and starting to curl forward. He stopped in the entrance, wishing he wasn't on a ship, but instead on some planet where he could disappear onto the roof of some building to think. Or into a forest, even a volcano would be nice. Anywhere but here. Anywhere where he wouldn't have to feel the emotions she couldn't seem to shield from him completely.
Why was it he couldn't block her out? He'd always been good with mental shielding, he'd had to be, but when it came to her it didn't work. Or rather it did, just not to the degree he would have liked. The view port on the far end of the room drew his attention. They were still in hyperspace, the starlines flashing by outside the reinforced plexiglass. It reinforced the sense of isolation he'd begun to feel just over a week ago, the feeling of being complete and utterly alone.
He felt her close by, her presence like a hot spot in the Force. A spot that was becoming more and more painful to let go of every time he touched it. He stepped further into the lounge, heading for the off duty bar that served mild alcohol. He didn't normally indulge, but if he didn't have something to occupy his hands when she showed up would be dangerous. Self- control he had, but with her it was in high demand with little supply. He had few defenses against her.
She walked in as he was pouring himself a glass of brandy, her stride purposeful. "Durron!"
His back was to her and he felt the ripple of emotions rolling off her in small waves. Confusion, anger and hurt. He took a sip of his drink before turning to look at her. She stood behind him, about five feet away, dressed in the same flight suit he'd seen her in last. He arched an eyebrow at her, a smirk finding its way onto his lips. "Goddess. How can I be of service?"
She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. He couldn't help but look her over. She was a fine looking woman, with long brown hair and brandy eyes the same color as his drink. She was slender, muscled, a ball of energy that was constantly in motion. And it was killing him slowly.
"You've been avoiding me." She accused and Kyp was sure he heard pain in her words, even though she tried to hide it.
"I've been in my quarters, I wasn't aware that was a capital offence." He bowed mockingly, "Shall I make my bed at the base of your door, your greatness."
"Stop it, Kyp. Just stop it!"
Their eyes locked, green to brown and her anger lanced through him. Straight though, all the way to his carefully guarded heart. He felt the walls he'd built around himself, the resistance to her, beginning to crumble. They always did when she looked at him with those intense, soulful eyes. "Stop what?"
"This!" she waved her hand between them. "You're avoiding me, you haven't said more than three words since I told you the news, and that hurts. It hurts, Kyp."
His mouth was dry, but a smirk somehow found its way onto his face for a moment. "I don't see why, you've got Colonel Amazing to comfort you. Don't tell me you missed me, Jaina."
She took a step towards him and his heart began to pound more quickly. No, don't come closer. he begged her silently, If you do...
She didn't appear to hear him, which wasn't surprising, as her steps turned into a stalking posture. She was angry and not afraid to show him. "What's wrong with you?" she demanded. "I thought you'd be happy for me."
"I am."
"Well you certainly don't show it!"
Kyp took a half step back and stopped when he encountered the bar, leaning almost insolently against it. "My apologies. I'll get down on my knees and start kissing your feet immediately."
She looked as if she wanted to smack him, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from her gaze. Those expressive eyes that spoke of something that went beyond just avoiding her. Something that went beyond... He was imagining things. He had to be. She'd made her choice, made it plain. It was simply his heart and it's wishful thinking.