Chapter 4

Moments later they reached his apartment. The turbolift up the eighty floors to it had been torture. They were forced apart by a family of Bothans and had to behave themselves. Kyp keyed in the door code while Jaina turned in his loose one armed embrace. She stepped up onto her tip toes and leaned into him to kiss him. He moaned as her hands worked their way up under his shirt to burn their way across his bare back.

He broke the kiss, raised his eye brow and grinned lopsidedly, "I think we should at least make it through the door."

She smiled seductively, "Yeah, guess your bed would be a tad bit more comfortable than the corridor floor." She raked her finger nails against his flesh as she removed her hands from under his shirt. She moved her hands up onto his chest and grabbed the front of his shirt while she kissed him again. She caught his bottom lip between her teeth and gently tugged on it as she pulled away to step over the threshold. While she pulled on his shirt front, Kyp could only follow; his mouth suddenly going dry as an excited shudder passed over his spine.

They stumbled their way to the door of his bedroom as they continued kissing and their hands were busy exploring. He threw off his cloak and she undid the buttons of his shirt. They finally made it into the room, when he suddenly picked her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down and his lips found hers again. She moaned as his hands worked her sweater up over her head taking the undergarment with it.

He pulled away from her to take in her beauty as she lay there on his bed. The low light from the lanes of traffic that came in through the large windows gave her skin an ethereal glow. He was positioned over her with his hands entwined with hers which were still above her head. He drank in the way her long chocolate brown hair was splayed over his pillow; the delicateness of her heart-shaped face and her high cheekbones. He gazed into her eyes which were the color of Corellian brandy, her lips the red of Naboo wine and both of them intoxicating. His eyes followed the gentle curve of her neck to the swell of her breasts. He was transfixed by her and was suddenly afraid to touch her for fear that she would vanish and he would awake to another cruel fantasy.

She removed her hands from his and reached up to push his shirt off his shoulders. He threw it off and watched as her eyes roamed over his well toned shoulders and muscular chest. He was lean and had the body of a trained fighter. His chest was bare except for a sprinkling of black curling hair that increased down his abdomen and disappeared into his waistband below his navel. Kyp closed his eyes and groaned as her hands followed the track her eyes had taken searing his flesh while she nibbled on the erect points of his nipples.

"Oh, Kyp…" She breathed as she moved her hands up along his flanks until they were wrapped around his neck; her fingers entwining into his long shoulder length hair. She pulled him down to meet his lips.

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Jaina moaned his name again as his mouth left hers to place wet kisses along her throat and across her collarbone lingering at the pulse points. His mouth moved to the swell of her beast while his hands found their way down her abdomen gently caressing her then finally making their way to the fasteners of her pants. He pushed them over her hips taking her underwear with them as he had with her sweater. She shuddered as his hand caressed the curve of her thigh and hip.

Her breathing came quickly as he shifted to remove her shoes and to pull her pants the rest of the way off. She moaned as he placed kisses along her abdomen till he stopped at her breasts. She moaned again and arched her back as he nibbled on the erect points. His hand roamed up between her thighs, she gasped and tightened her hold on his entangled hair at the sudden forbidden thrill his touch elicited at the juncture. He suddenly moved trailing kisses up from her breast to her mouth. As he deepened the kiss, she relished the spicey taiste of him. When he pulled away completely she moaned in protest and didn't want to let go of him, but she did and she and she watched as he undid his own pants. He stood by the bed and she was mesmerized by him. She could feel his passion flare higher as he took in her nudeness. Their eyes locked then as he pushed his pants off. Her eyes slowly left his to travel down his lean form. When she saw the length of him she smiled wickedly whileshe reached out to take his hand andpulled him back to her.

He positioned himself over her and she wrapped her arms and legs around him. Their gazes met again as their bodies came together. At the feel of their joining Kyp groaned her name. At the same time their minds completely melded. She called out his name as the shock of his unbridled passion hit her. Their bodies moved together as his lips ravaged her lips, her face, her neck, while his free hand expertly caressed her breast. They were carried to heights of passion neither had ever been before, sharing in the pleasure of the other until it was too much. The exploding ecstasy that ripped through them was like a supernova. They called out to each other and clung to the other as if to let go would cause them to fall into an abyss.

Neither of them had ever experienced such joy, such feverish passion before. Kyp laid over her trying to catch his breath. He whispered hoarsely in her ear between ragged breaths, "I love you, Goddess. And I'll never let you go. You are ingrained into my very soul."

She clung to him not wanting him to move, even if the weight of him was causing it harder for her to catch her own breath. She managed to whisper, "You better not ever leave me because I would die. You are my other half. I love you, Kyp, now and forever."

He pulled away from her far enough to look into her brandy eyes. The love she saw in the dark green depths of his and the tear that escaped the corner of one surprised her. She brought her hand from around his neck and gently cupped his face; using her thumb she wiped the tear away.

"I never thought I had a chance with you, Jaina Solo. I've tried for years to convince myself that there wasn't anyway that I could really be in love with you. I told myself that you were too young, that you were my apprentice, and that I was only confused because I cared for you as a friend. I even thought that I could never be in love with you because you are my oldest friend's daughter and are too good to love someone like me." He stroked her cheek and went on, "I tried to convince myself that I only wanted you to be happy and if someone else could then that was enough for me. But it wasn't. I realized that I wanted to be the one to make you happy.

But I was too much of a coward to face you because I couldn't risk losing your friendship. The one time I thought you considered me more than a friend, you rejected me. I couldn't ever face that rejection again. It would kill me, Goddess." Another tear fell from his eye and she gently wiped it away.

"Kyp," her voice about broke with the emotion in it, "I'm sorry. I guess I wasn't ready to make that change in our relationship then. I was afraid, I guess, of what I don't even know. But, I think I've always loved you, maybe that was what I was afraid of."

Kyp moved so that he was lying beside her, propping himself on his elbow to look down into her eyes. He traced a pattern with the back of his fingers on her upper arm. He smiled and finally asked, his voice soft, "Jaina, do you know why I still call you Goddess?" She shook her head. "It's because to me you always have been a goddess. And I have always been the mortal you could never be in love with. Because how could a goddess ever love someone like me?" More tears fell unbidden.

Jaina reached up and wiped those tears away as well, her fingers soft as feathers on his face. "But I do, Kyp. I do love you. And I always will."

Kyp moved his hand from her shoulder to her face then stroked her hair. He admired her beauty but it was her soul he truly loved. He knew that long after her hair turned white and her smooth face became wrinkled with age he would love her. "Jaina," the emotion was so thick in his voice he had to swallow and began again, "Jaina, my beautiful Goddess, will you marry me?"

Jaina gazed into the dark green pools of his eyes. He had bared his soul to her and she realized that she loved him more now than she ever thought possible. She gently caressed the tracks his tears had taken wiping them away as if they never were. She had never seen Kyp Durron cry before. And the thought that he was crying for love of her touched her in the deepest recesses of her heart. She whispered, her own voice thick with emotion as her own tears fell, "Yes, I'd be honored to be your wife, Kyp Durron."

Their lips and bodies came together again to seal the promise of a love so deep that it would never be forsaken again, while their tears of joy fell unbidden.