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 4
*The closer you come, the weaker I get If it ain't happened now, just ain't happened yet*
They stood, like two gunslingers in a show down, their gazes locked in combat. Kyp couldn't move. If he did, it'd be to run from her and he would never do that. Running from Jaina was like running from himself; he'd never escape, it'd just delay the inevitable. He took another sip of his drink, his heart skipping a beat in his chest as she took another step closer. His palms began to sweat and his breathing hitched in his throat as she stopped directly in front of him, her eyes searching his. A part of him wondered what she was searching for, and what she saw. She reached out a hand, as if she would touch him, and he froze. No, Jaina, don't! if she touched him while standing so close he wasn't sure what he'd do.
Her hand dropped back to her side. "What's wrong Kyp?" she asked softly.
He looked pointedly between her and him and the small amount of space that separated them. "Nothing, other than you're in my personal space."
"I'm not going anywhere." She told him stubbornly. She examined at him closely for a long minute. "Are you jealous?"
"Jealous?" he scoffed, fighting down the skip in his heart rate. Had she read it in his eyes? He hoped not, but his defenses were almost non- existent with her and so it was entirely possible. "Of course not."
"I think you are."
Kyp placed the drink on the bar top and wrapped his hands around the edge of it instead of grabbing her shoulders. "And if I was?" he asked her softly, intensely, as he searched her eyes. "Would it matter? Would it make a difference? You'd still marry him."
"Are you trying to tell me something?"
Kyp fought back the urge to scream his feelings at her, to demand that she give him a chance. Their relationship over the last year had been fraught with fights and disagreements, with jabs and laughs, and he couldn't face her without facing that first. Their history was rocky, built on passion and fire for the wrong things. How could he just drop his feelings on her when she'd made her choice already? He couldn't. Not here and not now. But one day soon the time would come where he wouldn't be able to fight the urge, the need, to tell her. He forced himself to smirk. "Other than you're too close? Don't read too far into something that's not there, Goddess."
"But-"
He held up a hand, "Don't push."
She frowned, "Why not? It's the only way I ever get anything out of you."
"Don't make my pull rank," he told her dryly, "it leaves a rotten taste in my mouth."
"I outrank you."
"Sure, Jedi Knight Solo."
She smiled faintly. "That bad, huh?"
"You don't know the half of it."
She said nothing for a long minute before giving up. "When you're ready to tell me, you know where to find me."
He watched her walk away, finishing the sentence in his mind. She'll be with Jag. He frowned, knowing she couldn't see him, as his heart rate slowly returned to normal. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He couldn't tell her, not yet. But something was pushing at him, and he knew the time was fast approaching when she'd unintentionally break through the last of his defenses. When that time came, he was going to put his future in her hands and the only thing he could do was hope it wouldn't destroy him.
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 4
*The closer you come, the weaker I get If it ain't happened now, just ain't happened yet*
They stood, like two gunslingers in a show down, their gazes locked in combat. Kyp couldn't move. If he did, it'd be to run from her and he would never do that. Running from Jaina was like running from himself; he'd never escape, it'd just delay the inevitable. He took another sip of his drink, his heart skipping a beat in his chest as she took another step closer. His palms began to sweat and his breathing hitched in his throat as she stopped directly in front of him, her eyes searching his. A part of him wondered what she was searching for, and what she saw. She reached out a hand, as if she would touch him, and he froze. No, Jaina, don't! if she touched him while standing so close he wasn't sure what he'd do.
Her hand dropped back to her side. "What's wrong Kyp?" she asked softly.
He looked pointedly between her and him and the small amount of space that separated them. "Nothing, other than you're in my personal space."
"I'm not going anywhere." She told him stubbornly. She examined at him closely for a long minute. "Are you jealous?"
"Jealous?" he scoffed, fighting down the skip in his heart rate. Had she read it in his eyes? He hoped not, but his defenses were almost non- existent with her and so it was entirely possible. "Of course not."
"I think you are."
Kyp placed the drink on the bar top and wrapped his hands around the edge of it instead of grabbing her shoulders. "And if I was?" he asked her softly, intensely, as he searched her eyes. "Would it matter? Would it make a difference? You'd still marry him."
"Are you trying to tell me something?"
Kyp fought back the urge to scream his feelings at her, to demand that she give him a chance. Their relationship over the last year had been fraught with fights and disagreements, with jabs and laughs, and he couldn't face her without facing that first. Their history was rocky, built on passion and fire for the wrong things. How could he just drop his feelings on her when she'd made her choice already? He couldn't. Not here and not now. But one day soon the time would come where he wouldn't be able to fight the urge, the need, to tell her. He forced himself to smirk. "Other than you're too close? Don't read too far into something that's not there, Goddess."
"But-"
He held up a hand, "Don't push."
She frowned, "Why not? It's the only way I ever get anything out of you."
"Don't make my pull rank," he told her dryly, "it leaves a rotten taste in my mouth."
"I outrank you."
"Sure, Jedi Knight Solo."
She smiled faintly. "That bad, huh?"
"You don't know the half of it."
She said nothing for a long minute before giving up. "When you're ready to tell me, you know where to find me."
He watched her walk away, finishing the sentence in his mind. She'll be with Jag. He frowned, knowing she couldn't see him, as his heart rate slowly returned to normal. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He couldn't tell her, not yet. But something was pushing at him, and he knew the time was fast approaching when she'd unintentionally break through the last of his defenses. When that time came, he was going to put his future in her hands and the only thing he could do was hope it wouldn't destroy him.