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 11
*So please go, I'm not strong enough to say no.*
He sank down onto his bunk, moving away from her across the mattress until his back hit the wall. His bare feet curled over the edge of the bed as he stared at her. What had she just done? He looked at the pad beside the door, the blinking light indicating the status. Locked. She'd locked them in his bedroom, his bedroom, together. He had to be dreaming, Jaina Solo didn't lock herself in a room with him, she locked herself on the other side!
She leaned back against the door, silently watching him. "Are you afraid of me?" she taunted softly. "Is that it? Is that why you can't talk to me?"
He shook his head, pulling his legs up until he could sit cross-legged, his hands in his lap. "Scared of you?" he scoffed, his heart tripping over itself in his chest, "Hardly."
"Then what is it? I've already admitted that I find your eyes attractive, can't you reciprocate and flatter me too?"
"I thought I already had."
"By what?" she arched an eyebrow at him, "By telling me I'm hard to resist? A woman wants specifics, Kyp. Why can't you resist me and why is that such a bad thing?"
"Why do you think? You've made your choice Jaina. You chose Jag and I have to respect that. The longer you stay here, in my room, the harder it is for me to remember that." He looked at her squarely, making a split second decision. "When I'm around you, in close quarters, I'm drawn to you. My eyes seek you out, my heart falls over itself in my chest. You plague me day and night, your smile, your laugh, the way you toss your hair. You could ask anything of me, and I couldn't turn you down. To deny you would be to deny myself."
She stared at him, her expression one of complete shock. Whatever she'd expected him to say, it hadn't been that. He forged on, pulling himself back to the edge of his bed and leaning forward, his feet hitting the floor. "Why is that such a bad thing? Why do you think? You have Jag. I don't like it that you can't see me as you do him. I've tried to change that, to show you how I feel and who I am, but you've made it clear that you don't care. Leave Jaina, before I do something you'll regret. Please. Just go."
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 11
*So please go, I'm not strong enough to say no.*
He sank down onto his bunk, moving away from her across the mattress until his back hit the wall. His bare feet curled over the edge of the bed as he stared at her. What had she just done? He looked at the pad beside the door, the blinking light indicating the status. Locked. She'd locked them in his bedroom, his bedroom, together. He had to be dreaming, Jaina Solo didn't lock herself in a room with him, she locked herself on the other side!
She leaned back against the door, silently watching him. "Are you afraid of me?" she taunted softly. "Is that it? Is that why you can't talk to me?"
He shook his head, pulling his legs up until he could sit cross-legged, his hands in his lap. "Scared of you?" he scoffed, his heart tripping over itself in his chest, "Hardly."
"Then what is it? I've already admitted that I find your eyes attractive, can't you reciprocate and flatter me too?"
"I thought I already had."
"By what?" she arched an eyebrow at him, "By telling me I'm hard to resist? A woman wants specifics, Kyp. Why can't you resist me and why is that such a bad thing?"
"Why do you think? You've made your choice Jaina. You chose Jag and I have to respect that. The longer you stay here, in my room, the harder it is for me to remember that." He looked at her squarely, making a split second decision. "When I'm around you, in close quarters, I'm drawn to you. My eyes seek you out, my heart falls over itself in my chest. You plague me day and night, your smile, your laugh, the way you toss your hair. You could ask anything of me, and I couldn't turn you down. To deny you would be to deny myself."
She stared at him, her expression one of complete shock. Whatever she'd expected him to say, it hadn't been that. He forged on, pulling himself back to the edge of his bed and leaning forward, his feet hitting the floor. "Why is that such a bad thing? Why do you think? You have Jag. I don't like it that you can't see me as you do him. I've tried to change that, to show you how I feel and who I am, but you've made it clear that you don't care. Leave Jaina, before I do something you'll regret. Please. Just go."