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 14
*I'm beggin' you.*
"I can't leave now."
He heard the confusion she was trying to hide, could feel it rolling off her in waves. He could also hear the desire he'd stirred inside her. "You have to."
"Look at me?" her words were a husky plea.
He shook his head. "I can't, Jay."
"Why not?"
He laughed harshly. "Why do you think? Please, Jaina, go!"
"I can't."
He groaned softly, rolling over so that his face was buried in the sheet where she'd been laying. A bad idea. Her scent was there, a mixture of sweat and oil so uniquely hers. A scent that threatened to drive him out of his mind. He inhaled deeply, unable to help himself.
"Kyp?"
He pushed himself to his elbows, "I'll beg," he told her softly, his whole body rigid with frustration and desire. "Don't make me beg, Jaina. Go."
He heard her hair swish as she shook her head. "I'm not leaving."
"Why?"
"Because I've never felt that way before. Not with Jag, not with anyone. Kyp..."
He ducked his head, hanging it as he fought against the husky note in her voice. The wonderment, the passion, the desire she was feeling all coming through to him loud and clear. She wanted more. He swallowed hard. He couldn't, could he? He couldn't take advantage of her like this. He respected her too much, loved her too much, to do it, yet if she touched him again, or if he so much as looked at her, it would push him over the edge. "Go," he whispered softly, pleading with her to give him space.
She didn't listen.
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 14
*I'm beggin' you.*
"I can't leave now."
He heard the confusion she was trying to hide, could feel it rolling off her in waves. He could also hear the desire he'd stirred inside her. "You have to."
"Look at me?" her words were a husky plea.
He shook his head. "I can't, Jay."
"Why not?"
He laughed harshly. "Why do you think? Please, Jaina, go!"
"I can't."
He groaned softly, rolling over so that his face was buried in the sheet where she'd been laying. A bad idea. Her scent was there, a mixture of sweat and oil so uniquely hers. A scent that threatened to drive him out of his mind. He inhaled deeply, unable to help himself.
"Kyp?"
He pushed himself to his elbows, "I'll beg," he told her softly, his whole body rigid with frustration and desire. "Don't make me beg, Jaina. Go."
He heard her hair swish as she shook her head. "I'm not leaving."
"Why?"
"Because I've never felt that way before. Not with Jag, not with anyone. Kyp..."
He ducked his head, hanging it as he fought against the husky note in her voice. The wonderment, the passion, the desire she was feeling all coming through to him loud and clear. She wanted more. He swallowed hard. He couldn't, could he? He couldn't take advantage of her like this. He respected her too much, loved her too much, to do it, yet if she touched him again, or if he so much as looked at her, it would push him over the edge. "Go," he whispered softly, pleading with her to give him space.
She didn't listen.