Going Down

--Chapter Five--

The trill of Kyp's comm woke them early the next morning. Jaina was still blinking, trying to figure out where she was, when Kyp leaned past her to the nightstand and picked up his commlink.

"Durron," he said groggily.

"Sorry to disturb you, Master Durron." It was Colonel Celchu. "General Antilles asked me to tell you that Twin Suns is grounded for today, so everyone can rest. He says that as you're the Goddess's . . . servant, that you should tell Lieutenant Solo."

Kyp glanced over at Jaina. "Thank you, Colonel. I'll tell her immediately."

Celchu signed off. Jaina groaned and burrowed under her pillow.

Kyp tossed the commlink across the room, giving no heed to its final resting place. He picked up Jaina's pillow.

"Would you like to talk now, or sleep longer?" he asked.

"Sleep," she muttered. "Gimme that."

Jaina took the pillow back and dropped her head on it.

"You . . . don't mind staying here?" he continued.

One brown eye opened. "I don't intend to move for at least two more hours, Durron, after the night we had."

He gave her a genuine, sweet smile. "Okay."

Kyp stretched out beside her and lay on his side, looking at her. For several moments, he didn't speak. At last he murmured, "Sweet dreams, Goddess."

Jaina snuggled into his arms and went back to sleep.

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Several hours later, Jaina moved Kyp's hand off her breast and set up, pulling the sheet up to cover herself. She shoved the wild tangle of her hair out of her eyes and shifted to look at her sleeping companion.

Kyp's green eyes were closed, his lips parted slightly. She reached over and smoothed his hair, moving a black curl that trailed along his jaw.

She realised then that she'd done the very thing she'd sworn not to do, when she'd begun their little game back on Hapes. As right and as wonderful as it was in his arms, it was the last thing she'd wanted, the last thing she needed.

She'd fallen in love with him.

She didn't want to love him. She didn't want to attach herself to someone like this, because she knew that she was just going to lose him, and the thought of it was like ice in her veins.

Jaina put her hand to her mouth, feeling tears sting her eyes. Beside her, sensing her distress, Kyp stirred and woke. He sat up and placed a large hand on her bare shoulder.

"Jaina?" he asked softly. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head, letting her hand fall from her mouth. Instead of speaking, she shifted and closed her fingers around his soft, flaccid penis under the sheet. With deft touches, she stroked him, running her fingers over the smooth velvet flesh.

Kyp's eyes fluttered closed and he moaned. Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth to Jaina's neck and kissed her there, where her neck met her shoulder. She shuddered and her hand tightened around him.

Jaina kept her eyes on his burgeoning erection. It was fascinating to watch him expand in her fingers, growing hot and stiff in her grasp. His mouth on her neck was distracting; Jaina tried to ignore it as her small hands wrapped around his shaft, squeezing and stroking alternately, from base to tip.

The feeling was exquisite. Kyp let his fingers find the slick place where her own pleasure was and occupied himself with rubbing a fingertip over her clitoris. Two could definitely play this game. In fact, it was best that way.

He'd expected her to let go when he began fingering her, but she did the opposite, gripping him tightly, stroking him harder. He gasped, breaking the seal of his lips on her skin. He reached out to her with the Force-

-And she answered, lowering her sheilds, her mind melding with his.

Jaina's eyes met his for a heart-stopping moment, and he leaned forward and kissed her, never stopping the motion of his fingers. Her mouth opened to him, her tongue meeting his, moving together in an erotic echo of lovemaking.

Kyp quivered in her hands, ejaculating in a hot spill over her skilled fingers. It was the first time he'd come with her when not inside her, and it felt different. He went still, groaning with his release.

Feeling Kyp's orgasm through the Force sent Jaina spiralling into her own climax. Wrenching away from his mouth, she cried, "Kyp!" But she felt strangely empty, so she straddled him, impaling herself sharply on his still-erect member, shuddering as he filled her. Tremours clutched her as she bucked against him.

At last, they lay sprawled in a tangle of limbs on the rumpled bed, Kyp's head pillowed on her breast. Though it hadn't been nearly as exhausting as their other sessions, neither wanted to move.

After several minutes of not moving, just feeling each other through their bond, Kyp rolled off of her and sat up.

"I think we need a shower," he said. "Care to join me?"

Jaina slipped her hand into his and let him pull her into the refresher.