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 5
*The sign says "Slow Down-Slippery Ice" You've got dangerous curves, don't think twice. It says, "Not For Sale," you're spoken for Just take your heart and walk out the door*
He watched from across the room unable to tear his gaze from her. The officer's mess was crowded at this hour and abuzz with speculation. They'd been in hyperspace for the last 3 days, making mirco and misleading jumps to throw off anyone who might be trying to follow them. The time for their next offensive against the Yuuzhan Vong was drawing nearer, and the tension level on the ship had escalated. But it was the tension between her and Fel that caught his attention and held it. They sat side by side at a corner table, their heads bent together deep in conversation.
He pushed his food across his plate, not looking at it as she watched her shake her head at something her fiancée had said. He frowned. He'd been doing that alot regarding her of late. Why did she occupy his every waking moment? He woke up, and she was his first thought. His last before going to sleep at night, and more so every day since their last encounter.
She was avoiding him.
He dropped his fork next to his plate, not looking at it as he ran a hand thought his hair and scratched the back of his head before rubbing his neck. She'd been avoiding him, even though she'd said he could talk to her. Why? Had he given her a clue as to his reasons for pushing her away? He hoped not. But then, why would she go out of her way to avoid him? What had he done, if anything, that had given himself away? He'd been his natural charming self with her. He smirked. That just meant he'd been confrontational. He really needed to work on that. But then, he was defending himself. Lashing out to keep her from guessing what he really felt. Had it worked or had he somehow mistakenly hinted at what was in his heart? He hoped not.
His gaze was drawn to her again, to her movements as she practically sat in Jag's lap in the darkness of the corner. She was smiling and, suddenly, laughing. Laughing? Jag had said something amusing? Somehow he found that hard to believe. The younger man was a hot hand in a fighter but he'd never made a joke, let alone cracked a smile, in his life. Well, alright, to be fair he'd never done either in Kyp's company. Which was probably a good thing since the stiff necked Colonel probably had a sense of humor like a Hutt. If he had one at all.
He shook his head, watching her slide forward and plant a soft kiss on her fiancée's cheek and fought the surge of jealousy that sped through him. He had no right to be jealous. Jaina didn't want him around; she'd made that plain by her actions the last few days. She'd warned him off, telling him he didn't have a chance beyond being her friend, and that was what he wanted. He wanted to be her friend, but he also wanted more than that. He wanted to be the one to hold her at night while she slept. He wanted to wake up to her in the morning. He wanted to hold her, to kiss her, to be the one she whispered, "I love you" to.
He couldn't figure her out. Every signal she was sending him told him to stay away, that he had no business thinking about her as anything more. At the same time, he could sometimes read something in the depths of her gaze that spoke of a longing he couldn't name. What was she playing at? Was she testing him?
He focused on her just in time to see her hand slip under the table for a moment. She stood without Jag, flashing him a smile before picking up her tray and taking it back towards the kitchen area.
Kyp watched her go, taking her slender figure. The straightness of her spine, the sway of her hips, and the way she glanced his way. He almost blushed as she caught him staring at her like a green kid. Her eyes narrowed and he could feel her displeasure from across the room. Pointedly, she turned her back on him.
Her message couldn't have been made clearer if she'd shouted it across an empty room. By her own actions, she was off limits. And it didn't matter to him. It only made him want her more. Frustrated with himself, and not in the mood or mind frame to deal with her, he pushed to his feet and turned to leave. He'd take his heart and burry it.
But, as he was stepping out, he felt her gaze on his back and glanced over his shoulder to find her watching him. Their gazes met and she arched an eyebrow before making her way back to Jag. Angry, with himself and with her, Kyp stalked from the room and towards his quarters. He needed another vigorous work out. And this time he wouldn't stop until she'd been banished from his mind and his heart. As he stepped into his room, he had a feeling he might be shooting for the impossible. But he was going to try.
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 5
*The sign says "Slow Down-Slippery Ice" You've got dangerous curves, don't think twice. It says, "Not For Sale," you're spoken for Just take your heart and walk out the door*
He watched from across the room unable to tear his gaze from her. The officer's mess was crowded at this hour and abuzz with speculation. They'd been in hyperspace for the last 3 days, making mirco and misleading jumps to throw off anyone who might be trying to follow them. The time for their next offensive against the Yuuzhan Vong was drawing nearer, and the tension level on the ship had escalated. But it was the tension between her and Fel that caught his attention and held it. They sat side by side at a corner table, their heads bent together deep in conversation.
He pushed his food across his plate, not looking at it as she watched her shake her head at something her fiancée had said. He frowned. He'd been doing that alot regarding her of late. Why did she occupy his every waking moment? He woke up, and she was his first thought. His last before going to sleep at night, and more so every day since their last encounter.
She was avoiding him.
He dropped his fork next to his plate, not looking at it as he ran a hand thought his hair and scratched the back of his head before rubbing his neck. She'd been avoiding him, even though she'd said he could talk to her. Why? Had he given her a clue as to his reasons for pushing her away? He hoped not. But then, why would she go out of her way to avoid him? What had he done, if anything, that had given himself away? He'd been his natural charming self with her. He smirked. That just meant he'd been confrontational. He really needed to work on that. But then, he was defending himself. Lashing out to keep her from guessing what he really felt. Had it worked or had he somehow mistakenly hinted at what was in his heart? He hoped not.
His gaze was drawn to her again, to her movements as she practically sat in Jag's lap in the darkness of the corner. She was smiling and, suddenly, laughing. Laughing? Jag had said something amusing? Somehow he found that hard to believe. The younger man was a hot hand in a fighter but he'd never made a joke, let alone cracked a smile, in his life. Well, alright, to be fair he'd never done either in Kyp's company. Which was probably a good thing since the stiff necked Colonel probably had a sense of humor like a Hutt. If he had one at all.
He shook his head, watching her slide forward and plant a soft kiss on her fiancée's cheek and fought the surge of jealousy that sped through him. He had no right to be jealous. Jaina didn't want him around; she'd made that plain by her actions the last few days. She'd warned him off, telling him he didn't have a chance beyond being her friend, and that was what he wanted. He wanted to be her friend, but he also wanted more than that. He wanted to be the one to hold her at night while she slept. He wanted to wake up to her in the morning. He wanted to hold her, to kiss her, to be the one she whispered, "I love you" to.
He couldn't figure her out. Every signal she was sending him told him to stay away, that he had no business thinking about her as anything more. At the same time, he could sometimes read something in the depths of her gaze that spoke of a longing he couldn't name. What was she playing at? Was she testing him?
He focused on her just in time to see her hand slip under the table for a moment. She stood without Jag, flashing him a smile before picking up her tray and taking it back towards the kitchen area.
Kyp watched her go, taking her slender figure. The straightness of her spine, the sway of her hips, and the way she glanced his way. He almost blushed as she caught him staring at her like a green kid. Her eyes narrowed and he could feel her displeasure from across the room. Pointedly, she turned her back on him.
Her message couldn't have been made clearer if she'd shouted it across an empty room. By her own actions, she was off limits. And it didn't matter to him. It only made him want her more. Frustrated with himself, and not in the mood or mind frame to deal with her, he pushed to his feet and turned to leave. He'd take his heart and burry it.
But, as he was stepping out, he felt her gaze on his back and glanced over his shoulder to find her watching him. Their gazes met and she arched an eyebrow before making her way back to Jag. Angry, with himself and with her, Kyp stalked from the room and towards his quarters. He needed another vigorous work out. And this time he wouldn't stop until she'd been banished from his mind and his heart. As he stepped into his room, he had a feeling he might be shooting for the impossible. But he was going to try.