Well, here it is, like I said!
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Chapter Fifteen
Kyp leaned against his X-Wing and wiped his dirty hands on an already filthy cloth. "Well, I think that's the last of it," he said. "Thanks for helping me with the modifications."
"No problem," said Lisani, sliding herself out from beneath the starship. "Everything should run smoothly now. Your problem was that the exhaust vent was just a tad out of alignment, but that caused the cooler fluid tubes here to inhibit the flow to the actual radiator, which in turn-" She stopped at Kyp's blank expression. "Sorry," she said, grinning. "This is all going over your head, isn't it?"
Kyp nodded, smiling shamefacedly. "Yeah," he said. "Although Jaina would have probably understood every single word that you said." He offered her a hand and pulled her upright. He had misjudged her weight, however, and yanked too hard, pulling her body flush against his.
A wave of heat swept up Lisani's face and neck as their bodies came into contact and she lowered her gaze to the floor of the hangar bay.
Kyp immediately dropped her hand as if it were a hot coal and stepped away. "Sorry," he blurted, his face red as well.
Lisani nodded shortly and fled down the passageway. Kyp listened to her retreating footsteps until not even the echo could be heard. "Shavit," he muttered, resting his head against the side of his cockpit. He banged his head against the metal, frustrated. "A Jedi has no emotions. A Jedi can control his thoughts. A Jedi would not spend all of his time thinking about how beautiful she is and how much he wants to kiss her. Kriff!" He yelled in surprise as he looked up into Jaina's grinning countenance. "Jaina! Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"My, my, my," Jaina said mock-seriously. "I never thought I'd see the day when Kyp Durron, THE Kyp Durron, was hit so hard by a pretty face that a mere apprentice could sneak up on him while being as loud as an angry Rancor." Her eyes twinkled. "And so upset over a certain someone that he was repeating the Jedi Code. And getting it wrong."
Kyp blushed. "Stop it, Jaina," he said. "Not that I would argue about your being a Rancor, but-"
Jaina laughed and smacked his stomach. "Very funny, Kyp," she said. "Now, have you seen Jag anywhere?"
Kyp grinned. "Personally, I think he needed a break from the endless make- out sessions and is hiding from you."
Jaina raised an eyebrow. "You know, Kyp, I'm sure Lis will love to hear of the effect she has on a certain Jedi Master-"
"Okay, okay," Kyp cut in hastily. "I get it. No, I don't know where Lover- Jag is. Why do you want to see him, anyway? Besides the obvious, I mean."
"We have to go hunting." At Kyp's confused look, Jaina elaborated. "Wes hunting."
"What's he done now?" Kyp asked. "Wait. Do I want to know?"
Jaina sighed in exasperation. "Well. ummm. he kinda filmed me and Jag. er. kissing in a turbolift, and he. sent it to my parents."
Kyp stared at her in shock, then burst out laughing. "Oh, Force," he gasped, gripping his sides, "How much I'd have paid to see Han's face!" He bent over, still laughing. "And you're asking me where Jag is? Have you checked all the garbage receptacles on base for his body?"
Jaina frowned at him. "It's not that funny!"
Kyp straightened up, tears in his eyes. "Oh, yes it is," he said.
"What is?" Jaina spun around at the sound of Jag's voice.
She smiled at Kyp sweetly. "Oh, we were just discussing how pretty Lisani Boros is," she said. "What do you think, Jag?"
Jag looked at the two of them. "No comment."
"Why not?" Jaina asked.
"Because no matter how I answer, it'll get me shot," Jag responded. "See, if I say that I think she's pretty, Kyp will be happy, but Jaina will fry me. IF I say she's not that good-looking, Jaina will be happy, but Kyp will spend the rest of the day thinking up imaginative ways to kill me."
Kyp feigned surprise. "Why do you think I'd care that much?"
Jag laughed. "You'd never have asked Jaina to help you fix your ship, or anyone else, for that matter. And yet, all of a sudden, who's helping you with repairs?" He shot Kyp a knowing look and wrapped his arm around Jaina's shoulders. "Trust me, Kyp. I've been there. I know the signs."
"Signs of what?" Kyp asked, wearing a carefully disinterested expression.
"Of being in love," Jag responded.
Kyp looked at Jag as if he were crazy. "What?!" He exclaimed. "I'm not in love!"
Jaina ignored the furiously protesting Kyp and grinned up at Jag as she kissed his cheek. "You're so smart, Jag," she said.
Jag smiled at her. "No, I'm not," he replied softly. "I just love you very, very much." He brought his lips down onto hers.
"Okay, bye, kids," Kyp said hastily, and headed for the exit.
Jag's hand shot out and grabbed his sleeve as he passed the lip-locked couple. Kyp was forced to stand and wait until Jaina finally released Jag from the embrace. "She's at the bar in the pilot's lounge," Jag said.
"Who?" Kyp asked, pretending ignorance.
Jag had time only to raise an eyebrow at Kyp before Jaina pulled his face back down to hers.
"Oh. OH. Lisani?" Kyp asked, once more feigning surprise. "Well, thanks for the information, but why would I want to know that?" He waited a few moments, but when Jaina showed know signs of relenting in her onslaught on Jag's mouth, Kyp gave up and left, taking the passage that led to the pilot's lounge.
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Chapter Fifteen
Kyp leaned against his X-Wing and wiped his dirty hands on an already filthy cloth. "Well, I think that's the last of it," he said. "Thanks for helping me with the modifications."
"No problem," said Lisani, sliding herself out from beneath the starship. "Everything should run smoothly now. Your problem was that the exhaust vent was just a tad out of alignment, but that caused the cooler fluid tubes here to inhibit the flow to the actual radiator, which in turn-" She stopped at Kyp's blank expression. "Sorry," she said, grinning. "This is all going over your head, isn't it?"
Kyp nodded, smiling shamefacedly. "Yeah," he said. "Although Jaina would have probably understood every single word that you said." He offered her a hand and pulled her upright. He had misjudged her weight, however, and yanked too hard, pulling her body flush against his.
A wave of heat swept up Lisani's face and neck as their bodies came into contact and she lowered her gaze to the floor of the hangar bay.
Kyp immediately dropped her hand as if it were a hot coal and stepped away. "Sorry," he blurted, his face red as well.
Lisani nodded shortly and fled down the passageway. Kyp listened to her retreating footsteps until not even the echo could be heard. "Shavit," he muttered, resting his head against the side of his cockpit. He banged his head against the metal, frustrated. "A Jedi has no emotions. A Jedi can control his thoughts. A Jedi would not spend all of his time thinking about how beautiful she is and how much he wants to kiss her. Kriff!" He yelled in surprise as he looked up into Jaina's grinning countenance. "Jaina! Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"My, my, my," Jaina said mock-seriously. "I never thought I'd see the day when Kyp Durron, THE Kyp Durron, was hit so hard by a pretty face that a mere apprentice could sneak up on him while being as loud as an angry Rancor." Her eyes twinkled. "And so upset over a certain someone that he was repeating the Jedi Code. And getting it wrong."
Kyp blushed. "Stop it, Jaina," he said. "Not that I would argue about your being a Rancor, but-"
Jaina laughed and smacked his stomach. "Very funny, Kyp," she said. "Now, have you seen Jag anywhere?"
Kyp grinned. "Personally, I think he needed a break from the endless make- out sessions and is hiding from you."
Jaina raised an eyebrow. "You know, Kyp, I'm sure Lis will love to hear of the effect she has on a certain Jedi Master-"
"Okay, okay," Kyp cut in hastily. "I get it. No, I don't know where Lover- Jag is. Why do you want to see him, anyway? Besides the obvious, I mean."
"We have to go hunting." At Kyp's confused look, Jaina elaborated. "Wes hunting."
"What's he done now?" Kyp asked. "Wait. Do I want to know?"
Jaina sighed in exasperation. "Well. ummm. he kinda filmed me and Jag. er. kissing in a turbolift, and he. sent it to my parents."
Kyp stared at her in shock, then burst out laughing. "Oh, Force," he gasped, gripping his sides, "How much I'd have paid to see Han's face!" He bent over, still laughing. "And you're asking me where Jag is? Have you checked all the garbage receptacles on base for his body?"
Jaina frowned at him. "It's not that funny!"
Kyp straightened up, tears in his eyes. "Oh, yes it is," he said.
"What is?" Jaina spun around at the sound of Jag's voice.
She smiled at Kyp sweetly. "Oh, we were just discussing how pretty Lisani Boros is," she said. "What do you think, Jag?"
Jag looked at the two of them. "No comment."
"Why not?" Jaina asked.
"Because no matter how I answer, it'll get me shot," Jag responded. "See, if I say that I think she's pretty, Kyp will be happy, but Jaina will fry me. IF I say she's not that good-looking, Jaina will be happy, but Kyp will spend the rest of the day thinking up imaginative ways to kill me."
Kyp feigned surprise. "Why do you think I'd care that much?"
Jag laughed. "You'd never have asked Jaina to help you fix your ship, or anyone else, for that matter. And yet, all of a sudden, who's helping you with repairs?" He shot Kyp a knowing look and wrapped his arm around Jaina's shoulders. "Trust me, Kyp. I've been there. I know the signs."
"Signs of what?" Kyp asked, wearing a carefully disinterested expression.
"Of being in love," Jag responded.
Kyp looked at Jag as if he were crazy. "What?!" He exclaimed. "I'm not in love!"
Jaina ignored the furiously protesting Kyp and grinned up at Jag as she kissed his cheek. "You're so smart, Jag," she said.
Jag smiled at her. "No, I'm not," he replied softly. "I just love you very, very much." He brought his lips down onto hers.
"Okay, bye, kids," Kyp said hastily, and headed for the exit.
Jag's hand shot out and grabbed his sleeve as he passed the lip-locked couple. Kyp was forced to stand and wait until Jaina finally released Jag from the embrace. "She's at the bar in the pilot's lounge," Jag said.
"Who?" Kyp asked, pretending ignorance.
Jag had time only to raise an eyebrow at Kyp before Jaina pulled his face back down to hers.
"Oh. OH. Lisani?" Kyp asked, once more feigning surprise. "Well, thanks for the information, but why would I want to know that?" He waited a few moments, but when Jaina showed know signs of relenting in her onslaught on Jag's mouth, Kyp gave up and left, taking the passage that led to the pilot's lounge.
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