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 13
*Don't wait 'till it's too late and then try to go The closer you come, the weaker I get. If it ain't happened now, just ain't happened yet*
She closed her mouth for a moment before opening it again but he didn't let her speak.
"It's too late. Whatever you want to say to me, I've probably heard it said in my mind. I'm going to kiss you, Jaina Solo, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
She shook her head, "No, Kyp, I-"
His lips came down on hers in a fierce, demanding kiss that shot electricity through his system. It curled his toes, made his heart slam against his ribs and sent his desire for her spiraling well beyond the realm of control. He was frustrated beyond belief, pushed to the end of his patience with her. He slanted his mouth across hers possessively, even though he had no business claiming her as his. But she was his, she was! She'd been his since before Fel had made his appearance; she'd just never realized it. She fought him, trying to turn her face away, but he wouldn't let her. He grasped the back of her head in one hand, pinning her to the wall with his body as he anchored his hand in her hair.
She froze as his body curled around hers. The lean length of him was intoxicating, smelling of sweat and exertion, a musky scent she found stimulating. She moaned under his lips, her hands sliding slowly up his bare chest and found their way into his hair. A voice in her mind protested, saying she had no business kissing him like this, but she ignored it. She arched into him, pressing her body more firmly into his, her leg sliding -of its own accord- up his to hook around his hip intimately.
He pulled her away from the wall, keeping her firmly pressed against him, and she encouraged it, holding onto him tightly, her legs wrapping around his waist. Blindly he took the few steps to his bed and lay her down. He broke the kiss then, lying atop her on his sheets, his eyes seeking hers. He could feel the way her body shifted to embrace his, her hips cradling his as if he belonged. He was fighting against every instinct he possessed to tear her clothes off and make her his. Right here and now, and damn the consequences.
Her gaze was passion clouded and as her gaze met his she froze. He body tightened and her arms and legs dropped from him. "No, I... we can't... Jag..."
He swore at her viciously, rolling away. He slid a hand through his hair, not at all surprised to find himself shaking. Her kiss had floored him, had almost sent him to his knees when she'd begun to kiss him back. And she had kissed him back, that was the torture of it. He could still taste her on his lips; feel the imprint of her body under his. The bed shifted as she rose, adjusting her flight suit.
"Kyp..."
"Get out." His voice was hoarse, and he couldn't look at her. If he did he was certain he'd be reaching for her to finish what they'd just begun.
"But, I..."
"I said get out. Now, Jaina, before it's too late." It's already too late, he found himself thinking. Something had happened between them, and everything had suddenly changed. It was only a matter of time before something more happened. And with sudden clarity he knew; it had been too late the moment he'd touched her. Whatever was going to happen would happen and there wouldn't be a thing he could do to stop it.
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 13
*Don't wait 'till it's too late and then try to go The closer you come, the weaker I get. If it ain't happened now, just ain't happened yet*
She closed her mouth for a moment before opening it again but he didn't let her speak.
"It's too late. Whatever you want to say to me, I've probably heard it said in my mind. I'm going to kiss you, Jaina Solo, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
She shook her head, "No, Kyp, I-"
His lips came down on hers in a fierce, demanding kiss that shot electricity through his system. It curled his toes, made his heart slam against his ribs and sent his desire for her spiraling well beyond the realm of control. He was frustrated beyond belief, pushed to the end of his patience with her. He slanted his mouth across hers possessively, even though he had no business claiming her as his. But she was his, she was! She'd been his since before Fel had made his appearance; she'd just never realized it. She fought him, trying to turn her face away, but he wouldn't let her. He grasped the back of her head in one hand, pinning her to the wall with his body as he anchored his hand in her hair.
She froze as his body curled around hers. The lean length of him was intoxicating, smelling of sweat and exertion, a musky scent she found stimulating. She moaned under his lips, her hands sliding slowly up his bare chest and found their way into his hair. A voice in her mind protested, saying she had no business kissing him like this, but she ignored it. She arched into him, pressing her body more firmly into his, her leg sliding -of its own accord- up his to hook around his hip intimately.
He pulled her away from the wall, keeping her firmly pressed against him, and she encouraged it, holding onto him tightly, her legs wrapping around his waist. Blindly he took the few steps to his bed and lay her down. He broke the kiss then, lying atop her on his sheets, his eyes seeking hers. He could feel the way her body shifted to embrace his, her hips cradling his as if he belonged. He was fighting against every instinct he possessed to tear her clothes off and make her his. Right here and now, and damn the consequences.
Her gaze was passion clouded and as her gaze met his she froze. He body tightened and her arms and legs dropped from him. "No, I... we can't... Jag..."
He swore at her viciously, rolling away. He slid a hand through his hair, not at all surprised to find himself shaking. Her kiss had floored him, had almost sent him to his knees when she'd begun to kiss him back. And she had kissed him back, that was the torture of it. He could still taste her on his lips; feel the imprint of her body under his. The bed shifted as she rose, adjusting her flight suit.
"Kyp..."
"Get out." His voice was hoarse, and he couldn't look at her. If he did he was certain he'd be reaching for her to finish what they'd just begun.
"But, I..."
"I said get out. Now, Jaina, before it's too late." It's already too late, he found himself thinking. Something had happened between them, and everything had suddenly changed. It was only a matter of time before something more happened. And with sudden clarity he knew; it had been too late the moment he'd touched her. Whatever was going to happen would happen and there wouldn't be a thing he could do to stop it.