Going Down

--Chapter Two--

Two days later, after dinner, Jaina knocked at Kyp's door. When he opened it, she said, "I'm looking for a sparring partner. Interested?"

He nodded and stood, noting that she was dressed in exercise clothing, rather than a flightsuit or robes. "C'mon in. I'll need to change."

She stepped in and shut the door. He smiled wryly, remembering Hapes.

Jaina watched him dig through his clothing and pull out some clothes similar to hers. It was funny how their tastes were so similar.

Kyp glanced at her, then to the refresher door.

"Oh, don't mind me," she drawled. "Change as you normally would. It's not like I haven't seen it before."

He noted that despher her laconic delivery, her dark eyes were very keen.

Tossing the folded clothing on the bed, Kyp pulled his shirt off. A barely audible intake of air was Jaina's only outward reaction. Ignoring her for the moment, he unfastened his pants and shucked them off.

Jaina bit her lip. He wasn't overly muscled--like a certain Chiss pilot she could mention--but ratherfeerfectly defined. The light sprinkling of hair on his chest did nothing to hide the sculpted abdomen, or his pectorals.

Lower, he was something else altogether.

His leg muscles were strong, his buttocks firm. She felt her skin flush, recalling how they felt in her hands.

Kyp looked up as he was pulling on his pants. Seeing her face, he said, "If you want, we can skip the sparring . . ."

She was very, very tempted. And she'd certainly be getting her exercise.

Jaina mentally kicked herself. She'd given in once and turned into a fiend!

"No, I need to keep my edge up."

He nodded and reached for his shirt.

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Jaina slammed onto the mat, Kyp atop her, and broke into a peal of laughter. "That was a cheap shot!" she cried.

"Payback for kicking me in the butt," he told her.

She laughed and shoved at his chest. "Get off!"

"Mmm, no, I think I like it right where I am."

He certainly did. She could feel him pressing into her abdomen. Her breath caught and she looked up at him. She didn't know how long they stared at each other until he sat up so that he was kneeling, pulling her to straddle his lap.

"Jaina," he said huskily. "I need you so much."

The timbre of his voice sent shudders through her. She clutched his shoulders. "Kyp, now!"

With slightly fumbling movements, he pulled at the waist of her leggings. Getting them off was an exercise in contortion. Her fingers eagerly freed him, wrapping around his length, holding him steady as she sank down on him.

Kyp groaned as she gripped him. He was always fascinated by how quickly he could arouse her, how she was immediately ready at the slightest sign from him. Even now, she was shifting restlessly, gasping as his mouth fastened at the base of her neck, in the hollow by her shoulder. She buried her fingers in his hair and he shivered.

His hands slid under her shirt, one at her back, the other gripping her breast, kneading, fingers pulling at her nipple. Jaina moaned.

A dozen hard, fast thrusts and it was over. Jaina collapsed back on the mat, panting hard. She wanted to resent the powerful reaction between them, but really couldn't.

"I think," she said a few minutes later, as they were straightening their clothing, "we need to spar more often."

He pulled her close for a deep, devouring kiss, and said against her mouth,u'reu're right, we should. How's tomorrow sound?"