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 9
*Please, please don't stay I'm not man enough to walk away*
"I'm not going anywhere until you answer my question," she informed him stubbornly. "Why'd you run from me?"
He couldn't tell her the truth. Could he? He nodded to the door. "I told you already."
"And I don't buy it!" She crossed her arms over her chest. "And I'm not leaving. I want the truth, Kyp. You owe me that much."
He laughed. "'Owe you'?" he echoed sarcastically. "I don't owe you anything Jaina. I watch your back in a fight, I watch your back while you sneak around with Jag and I stay out of your way. And you say I owe you? Please, oh enlightened one, inform me of how."
She stepped towards him, dropping to her knees just shy of touching his bent leg. He inhaled sharply, seeing the fury burning in her eyes. "You owe me," she hissed. "I've tried to make this easy on you, Kyp. I tried to push you into admitting whatever it is I keep seeing in your eyes, I've given you opening after opening-"
"-and avoided me." He finished for her. His tone was bitter, "Yeah, you've been a real help, princess."
She looked as if she wanted to smack him. "You're so stubborn!" she ground out, slapping her hands on the floor close his leg, "Why can't you just tell me?"
"Why can't you just drop it?"
"I learned not to give up from the master." She told him pointedly.
"Then you know I won't tell you."
She half-screamed with exasperation. "You're so difficult!"
Kyp shifted, pulling his leg away from her and changing his position so that she wasn't kneeling practically between his legs. It was a distinctly uncomfortable position in which to have a discussion with her. All she'd have to do is look at him to know he wanted her. He was thankful her gaze seemed to stay focused on his face, though her eyes did wander downwards a couple of times. "What do you want, Goddess? A declaration of undying devotion?"
"It'd be better than you playing you games! The long looks, the way you check me out from across the room. Oh I know you do it, Kyp, I can feel when you do. Those sexy green eyes of yours might as well be lasers for all their subtlety!"
He stared at her. She found his eyes sexy and she could feel him watching her? He saw her freeze, as if she just realized what she'd said, her gaze turning slightly horrified. "What did you just say?"
She blushed, "I... I didn't mean to say that."
She pushed herself to her feet and turned to leave. He watched her, his heart crying out that this was wrong, that she shouldn't be leaving him. He fought it, fought against the urge to beg her to stay. "Jaina?"
She paused by the door, turning to look back at him. "Forget I ever said that," she urged him. Her hand moved to the panel and he rose to his feet, stopping her. Her eyes widened as he moved towards her, his gaze locked with hers. She started up at him, her eyes widening in surprise and fear. Fear?
He stopped before touching her, as he always did, searching her gaze. Searching for something he wasn't sure he'd ever find. Searching for what drew him, what made him act so strangely. Searching for the reason he couldn't resist her.
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 9
*Please, please don't stay I'm not man enough to walk away*
"I'm not going anywhere until you answer my question," she informed him stubbornly. "Why'd you run from me?"
He couldn't tell her the truth. Could he? He nodded to the door. "I told you already."
"And I don't buy it!" She crossed her arms over her chest. "And I'm not leaving. I want the truth, Kyp. You owe me that much."
He laughed. "'Owe you'?" he echoed sarcastically. "I don't owe you anything Jaina. I watch your back in a fight, I watch your back while you sneak around with Jag and I stay out of your way. And you say I owe you? Please, oh enlightened one, inform me of how."
She stepped towards him, dropping to her knees just shy of touching his bent leg. He inhaled sharply, seeing the fury burning in her eyes. "You owe me," she hissed. "I've tried to make this easy on you, Kyp. I tried to push you into admitting whatever it is I keep seeing in your eyes, I've given you opening after opening-"
"-and avoided me." He finished for her. His tone was bitter, "Yeah, you've been a real help, princess."
She looked as if she wanted to smack him. "You're so stubborn!" she ground out, slapping her hands on the floor close his leg, "Why can't you just tell me?"
"Why can't you just drop it?"
"I learned not to give up from the master." She told him pointedly.
"Then you know I won't tell you."
She half-screamed with exasperation. "You're so difficult!"
Kyp shifted, pulling his leg away from her and changing his position so that she wasn't kneeling practically between his legs. It was a distinctly uncomfortable position in which to have a discussion with her. All she'd have to do is look at him to know he wanted her. He was thankful her gaze seemed to stay focused on his face, though her eyes did wander downwards a couple of times. "What do you want, Goddess? A declaration of undying devotion?"
"It'd be better than you playing you games! The long looks, the way you check me out from across the room. Oh I know you do it, Kyp, I can feel when you do. Those sexy green eyes of yours might as well be lasers for all their subtlety!"
He stared at her. She found his eyes sexy and she could feel him watching her? He saw her freeze, as if she just realized what she'd said, her gaze turning slightly horrified. "What did you just say?"
She blushed, "I... I didn't mean to say that."
She pushed herself to her feet and turned to leave. He watched her, his heart crying out that this was wrong, that she shouldn't be leaving him. He fought it, fought against the urge to beg her to stay. "Jaina?"
She paused by the door, turning to look back at him. "Forget I ever said that," she urged him. Her hand moved to the panel and he rose to his feet, stopping her. Her eyes widened as he moved towards her, his gaze locked with hers. She started up at him, her eyes widening in surprise and fear. Fear?
He stopped before touching her, as he always did, searching her gaze. Searching for something he wasn't sure he'd ever find. Searching for what drew him, what made him act so strangely. Searching for the reason he couldn't resist her.