-Tonight-
Jaina walks down the corridor, stepping to the side as a group of younglings runs by, all of them giggling. They aren't much older than six or seven. She thinks of her father's words just hours ago, and smiles.
She feels a little disturbance, just a ripple of power, and looks up to see Kyp headed her way. He's talking animatedly with Master Cilghal, but he glances Jaina's way, and she feels it like a physical touch, her body responding by tightening her abdominal muscles. She wonders if he knows the affect he has on her.
When she reaches them, Cilghal is saying, "-so it shouldn't be too long before I have that figured out."
"Good to hear. Master Solo," he greets. Cilghal echoes the greeting warmly.
"Master Durron, Master Cilghal. What are we figuring out?"
Cilghal launches into an explanation of some medical thing she's working on, only half of which Jaina understands. She nods, and then Cilghal excuses herself to get back to the medical area.
"I didn't understand a word of that," she tells Kyp.
"Same," he says, and they both grin. "A moment of your time, Master Solo?"
He gestures to his office, outside of which she realises they're standing.
"Of course, Master Durron."
He opens the door as Jaden Korr walks by, nodding politely. Jaina follows Kyp into the office. Kyp locks the door.
Then she's pressed against the wall, face upturned, as Kyp kisses her hungrily. Jaina buries her fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss. It's addictive, kissing him, more than any other physical contact has ever been. She hates that they're hiding this, that she can't be open about loving him, but the deception does lend a bit of a thrill to it.
He drags his mouth from hers, breathing unsteady. "I can't get enough of you," he tells her.
"Same," she whispers. "Kyp… I'm going to Hapes tomorrow with Tahiri and Allana, but tonight…"
"What about tonight?"
"Let's stay together."
"You mean…?"
She nods, and he pulls her closer, if that's even possible.
"You sure?"
"Completely."
"Your place or mine?" he jokes. Their rooms are on opposite sides of the hall, directly across from one another. She's wondered repeatedly if Luke did that on purpose when she moved from the quarters she'd shared with her ex-husband.
"Yours. I've always wondered what your bedroom looks like."
He grins. "Always, huh? Okay."
She takes a few minutes to regain her composure, and smooth her mussed hair, then takes her leave. Tonight. She's never been more excited or terrified for anything in her life.
