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 16
*Please, please pass by I can't resist you even though I try*
She slid her hand up his chest, crawling onto the bed with him before placing her hands over the bundles of twisted fabric where his hands were caught. "I don't want to kill you."
"Jaina, please."
"Please what, Kyp?"
"Go! Don't do this... I can't... You're engaged to Jag!"
She pressed his hands firmly, stopping his struggles. "I won't be for long."
"Jaina!" he groaned, her name a plea on his lips. She was killing him. "Why are you doing this?"
She stretched out beside him, "You've shown me something today that I can't ignore."
His breathing hitched, his heart slamming painfully against his ribs, "And what's that? Passion? Your fiancée doesn't quite turn your crank?"
She arched an eyebrow, the famous Solo grin crossing her lips. "My, my, aren't we touchy. But yes, if you must know. With Jag I don't have the urge to do this," she ran a finger over the defined pectoral muscles, drawing a groan from him, "or this." She lowered her head and placed a hot, open mouthed kiss over his heart. Her jerked under her touch, arching into her kiss like a man starving for water.
"Jaina!"
She lifted her head, grinning. "You sound like you're in pain, Master."
"You're torturing me," he told her honestly, fighting to get his hands free again. "I'm trying to do the right thing, and you're making it impossible."
She smirked. "That's the id-"
Kyp lunged off the bed, everything but his hands free, and his mouth slammed across hers before she could finish speaking. Her mouth opened, allowing him to deepen the kiss immediately. Passion flared, the tension between them igniting in a volatile fashion as her hands slid down to help free his. Their tongue dueled, exploring, tasting, and demanding as one hand came free. He wasted no time in pulling the other from its captivity.
He'd tried to resist her, tried to do the right thing, but he couldn't. She'd made it impossible.
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 16
*Please, please pass by I can't resist you even though I try*
She slid her hand up his chest, crawling onto the bed with him before placing her hands over the bundles of twisted fabric where his hands were caught. "I don't want to kill you."
"Jaina, please."
"Please what, Kyp?"
"Go! Don't do this... I can't... You're engaged to Jag!"
She pressed his hands firmly, stopping his struggles. "I won't be for long."
"Jaina!" he groaned, her name a plea on his lips. She was killing him. "Why are you doing this?"
She stretched out beside him, "You've shown me something today that I can't ignore."
His breathing hitched, his heart slamming painfully against his ribs, "And what's that? Passion? Your fiancée doesn't quite turn your crank?"
She arched an eyebrow, the famous Solo grin crossing her lips. "My, my, aren't we touchy. But yes, if you must know. With Jag I don't have the urge to do this," she ran a finger over the defined pectoral muscles, drawing a groan from him, "or this." She lowered her head and placed a hot, open mouthed kiss over his heart. Her jerked under her touch, arching into her kiss like a man starving for water.
"Jaina!"
She lifted her head, grinning. "You sound like you're in pain, Master."
"You're torturing me," he told her honestly, fighting to get his hands free again. "I'm trying to do the right thing, and you're making it impossible."
She smirked. "That's the id-"
Kyp lunged off the bed, everything but his hands free, and his mouth slammed across hers before she could finish speaking. Her mouth opened, allowing him to deepen the kiss immediately. Passion flared, the tension between them igniting in a volatile fashion as her hands slid down to help free his. Their tongue dueled, exploring, tasting, and demanding as one hand came free. He wasted no time in pulling the other from its captivity.
He'd tried to resist her, tried to do the right thing, but he couldn't. She'd made it impossible.