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 15
*Baby, please, please, please go I'm not strong enough to say no Please, please don't stay I'm not man enough to walk away*
"Why are you pushing me away? I know you want me, you've already said you love me, why can't we-"
"Because you're in love with him, Jaina." He wanted to spin on her, to demand she leave, but that would be counterproductive. His heart ached as much as his body did under the strain. Knowing she'd kissed him back with such unbridled passion, a passion she'd been new to, was like a nail in his coffin. And she was going to marry Jag.
"No, I'm not."
His head came up sharply and he couldn't stop himself from rolling over to look at her incredulously. "What?"
She was standing beside the bed, barely two feet from him, and he didn't have to move to look up at her. "You heard me."
"I don't believe you." Why should he? She'd been flirting, playing, -sleeping!- with Jag on and off for the last year, he had plenty of reasons to doubt her. His hands curled in the sheet underneath him as he fought the need to wrap her in his arms again. To feel the soft fall of her hair twined in his fingers. To taste the passion in her kiss. His mouth went dry. He had to be dreaming.
She stepped forward until she was right beside his legs, her own flat against the edge of his bed, "Why should you, when I've given you every reason to believe otherwise?"
He nodded, inching his way back towards the wall. It wasn't much of a distance, but it was something and right now he needed all the space he could get. "Something like that."
She placed her hands on the bed, one on either side of his legs and leaned forward. His eyes widened, and he was suddenly cursing his need for control. His hands were now trapped in the sheet, effectively imprisoning them at his sides. "I've never been in love with Jag, Kyp."
He closed his eyes against the power of her words. His heart sung, his soul wanting to tear free and fly, rejoicing the truth of her words. Yet he knew he had to be hearing her wrong. "How do you know?"
She lifted her hand and he flinched when she held it close to his body, the heat of her palm felt close to his belly, yet not quite touching. His body craved her touch, the fire in her fingers, but she restrained herself. His eyes flew open, and he knew she'd read a silent plea he couldn't help in their depths. He couldn't tell her "no", and couldn't beg her to stop. He was powerless under her gaze.
"How? How I've always known." Her words were soft as she kept her gaze on her hand, tracing the ridges in his stomach just beyond his skin and counting them. She lifted her gaze to his again and her hand settled over the tight muscles. He hissed, struggling to pull his hands free. Her touch was like fire, searing him down to his heart, branding him.
"I want someone who needs me, who loves me and who I could love in return. Jag loves me, but he doesn't really need me. I love him, but I'm not in love with him. I don't think about him every spare moment of my day. I don't fall asleep thinking about him when he's not here. I can picture him in my future, but it's not everything I want. There's a sense of disappointment, a sense of longing for more, that something is missing. I never thought I'd find that."
Kyp's breath caught in his throat and his eyes rolled back as she gently traced her fingers over the defined muscled in his stomach. "Jaina!" he gasped, feeling the touch clear through to his toes.
"Do you see the difference, Kyp?"
He nodded. "Woman, you're killing me."
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 15
*Baby, please, please, please go I'm not strong enough to say no Please, please don't stay I'm not man enough to walk away*
"Why are you pushing me away? I know you want me, you've already said you love me, why can't we-"
"Because you're in love with him, Jaina." He wanted to spin on her, to demand she leave, but that would be counterproductive. His heart ached as much as his body did under the strain. Knowing she'd kissed him back with such unbridled passion, a passion she'd been new to, was like a nail in his coffin. And she was going to marry Jag.
"No, I'm not."
His head came up sharply and he couldn't stop himself from rolling over to look at her incredulously. "What?"
She was standing beside the bed, barely two feet from him, and he didn't have to move to look up at her. "You heard me."
"I don't believe you." Why should he? She'd been flirting, playing, -sleeping!- with Jag on and off for the last year, he had plenty of reasons to doubt her. His hands curled in the sheet underneath him as he fought the need to wrap her in his arms again. To feel the soft fall of her hair twined in his fingers. To taste the passion in her kiss. His mouth went dry. He had to be dreaming.
She stepped forward until she was right beside his legs, her own flat against the edge of his bed, "Why should you, when I've given you every reason to believe otherwise?"
He nodded, inching his way back towards the wall. It wasn't much of a distance, but it was something and right now he needed all the space he could get. "Something like that."
She placed her hands on the bed, one on either side of his legs and leaned forward. His eyes widened, and he was suddenly cursing his need for control. His hands were now trapped in the sheet, effectively imprisoning them at his sides. "I've never been in love with Jag, Kyp."
He closed his eyes against the power of her words. His heart sung, his soul wanting to tear free and fly, rejoicing the truth of her words. Yet he knew he had to be hearing her wrong. "How do you know?"
She lifted her hand and he flinched when she held it close to his body, the heat of her palm felt close to his belly, yet not quite touching. His body craved her touch, the fire in her fingers, but she restrained herself. His eyes flew open, and he knew she'd read a silent plea he couldn't help in their depths. He couldn't tell her "no", and couldn't beg her to stop. He was powerless under her gaze.
"How? How I've always known." Her words were soft as she kept her gaze on her hand, tracing the ridges in his stomach just beyond his skin and counting them. She lifted her gaze to his again and her hand settled over the tight muscles. He hissed, struggling to pull his hands free. Her touch was like fire, searing him down to his heart, branding him.
"I want someone who needs me, who loves me and who I could love in return. Jag loves me, but he doesn't really need me. I love him, but I'm not in love with him. I don't think about him every spare moment of my day. I don't fall asleep thinking about him when he's not here. I can picture him in my future, but it's not everything I want. There's a sense of disappointment, a sense of longing for more, that something is missing. I never thought I'd find that."
Kyp's breath caught in his throat and his eyes rolled back as she gently traced her fingers over the defined muscled in his stomach. "Jaina!" he gasped, feeling the touch clear through to his toes.
"Do you see the difference, Kyp?"
He nodded. "Woman, you're killing me."