Master And Apprentice

Title: Master and Apprentice
Author: DantanaSkywalker
Rating: NC-17
Genre: um . . . pretty much just smut
Summary: Kyp/Jaina. A tense moment during "Dark Journey". Possible missing scene. Heh heh heh. Explicit sexual activity.
Author's Notes: The characters in this story do not belong to me and are not used with permission. No copyright infringement is intended with my use of them.

"Sve yve you thought more about being my apprentice?"

Jaina Solo rolled her eyes, but didn't look at the speaker. "Please, that offer was, what, nearly a year ago?"

"Considering it a standing offer." As Kyp Durron's fingers tightened around the back of Jaina's chair, he thought, 'Of course, that's not the only thing that's standing . . .'

Jaina finally turned in her chair, craning her neck to look up at him. "Maybe."

"What kind of an answer is that?" he demanded.

"A vague one, genius." Jaina swivelled back to the controls and finished setting the auto pilot.

They'd just dropped Lowie off on Gallinore and were headed back to Hapes. Jaina had been trying to ignore Kyp, but it was getting more and more difficult with each passing minute. They still had a six-hour hyperspace flight ahead of them.

She stood up and brushed past him, then froze. She slowly rotated and looked at Kyp. A decidedly naughty thought had just entered her mind . . . along with the irrepressible urge to follow through with it. Well, it fit with her new-and-improved attitude, she figured. Besides, she'd always wondered . . .

"Just out of curiosity . . . what would you be teaching me, Master Durron?" she inquired, taking a stepk tok towards him. She was close enough now that barely an inch stood between them.

"Uh . . ." He'd practised this for weeks, why couldn't he remember it now? Oh, right, maybe the fact that there was no blood getting to his brain!

Jaina kept her eyes on his. Her hand slid between them to lightly brush over what she'd felt against her hip as she'd briefly pressed against him. A shudder ran through him.

"I think," she said huskily, "there might be a few things I could be persuaded to let you teach me . . ."

"Uh . . . Jaina . . . that wasn't what I had in mind . . ." Kyp trailed off as her fingers found the zipper of his flight suit and pulled it down with a low, excruciatingly slow whirr.

She slid her hands inside and ran them over the thin black shirt he wore underneath. "Mmm," she murmured, rolling her thumbs over his flat nipples.

He had to sit down. His knees buckled and he collapsed on the chair she'd just vacated. Jaina straddled his lap and applied her lips to the underside of his jaw.

His brain was going to melt . . . if other parts didn't first.

"Do you have a change of clothes with you?" she asked, voice muffled against his skin.

"Uhhh . . ." Had be brought clothes? He couldn't remember if he'd brought his lightsaber! Tentatively, he said, "Yes . . ."

"Good."

Taking hold of the neck of his shirt, Jaina ripped it right down the front, exposing the lightly-furred musculature of his chest. "Ooh," she purred, trailing a finger down his sternum. "Nice."

"Jaina," he strangled out. "We shouldn't-"

"I thought you wanted to teach me." She eased backwards. "If you don't want to, though . . ."

Her fingers were toying with the zipper on her own flightsuit now, black to match his. The zipper slid down an inch, then another. His overworked brain flashed back to that red dress she'd worn just a few days before. The one with the very low neckline that had nearly spilled her high, round breasts out into view.

Her golden eyes glanced swiftly down, to where her loins brushed his. Jaina smiled appreciatively. "Or . . . we could finish that lightsaber duel . . ."

"What?"

She grinned; he was putty in her hands. "You know . . . the one where I said that if you won . . . I'm yours? I believe, Master . . . you may have won that one."

Kyp fought with himself for only a handful of moments, and then he tugged her hard against him. Dragging her head down, he claimed her mouth, plundering it, his hand buried in her chestnut hair, the other yanking down the zipper on her flightsuit.

Warm flesh met his, and he realised that for some insane reason, she was bare beneath the suit. Had she been planning this? He decided it didn't matter; what did was that those breasts he'd fantasized over were exposed to his touch. He wasted no time in cupping one and rolling the nipple between his callused fingers.

Jaina whimpered and squirmgaingainst him, excitement building in her. With his reputation, how in the worlds had he learned to kiss like this?

Kyp, who had had a near-constant erection for days, since he'd seen her in the red dress, groaned as she wiggled against him. She moved a little uncertainly, with just a hint of a hitch that told him she wasn't as experienced as she was attempting to make him believe. Virgin? Maybe not. Experienced? Hells, no.

Without releasing her mouth, he pulled her hands from the front of his torn shirt and pushed her flightsuit her her shoulders so it puddled around her hips where she straddled him. His fingers slid over her skin. Jaina arced into his hands, her mouth separating from his.

Gripping Kyp's shoulders, Jaina leaned back, closing her eyes, as his mouth and tongue moved down her neck to the valley between her breasts. She'd certainly never done this before!

Squeezing one breast, Kyp swirled his tongue around the tight, pink nipple. She had gorgeous breasts, just the right size to fit in, and slightly overflow, his palms.

Jaina let out a small "Urk!" when he drew her into his mouth and sucked hard on the tip. Desire spiraled through her, sending shivers along every limb.

She gasped when he freed her with a small pop, the cool air of the cabin hitting her saliva-damp skin. She hadn't even thought to protest the loss when he took possession of the other peak, giving it the same treatment until both nipples were hard and engorged, sensitive to the slightest touch.

"You want me to teach you?" he ground out, lifting her head somewhat roughly she that she was looking at him, her brown eyes slightly glazed. "Fine, I'll teach you, apprentice."

Anticipation seized her the same moment he did. Kyp lifted her and settled her on the one section of the panel before them that didn't contain any controls. He pulled her boots off, then the rest of her flightsuit, exposing the patch of curls between her thighs. Her stomach was trim, her legs muscular. Pink lips peeked out, moist and glistening.

He stood for a moment, dark eyes burning, as he just looked at her. Jaina began to fidget under the intense scrutiny.

"What-" she began.

"Shh. Here are the rules, apprentice. You will not speak unless I tell you to. You will not touch me unless I tell you to. The only exception is if you want to stop. You may tell me 'no'." He leaned close, his mouth a fraction from hers. "But I don't think you'll want me to stop."

Jaina shuddered, and suddenly she wanted nothing more than to run her hands over his skin. Trust him to use--and succeed with!--reverse psychology.

"Now . . . do you agree with the terms?"

She hesitated for a moment, then licked her lips and nodded.

He leaned forward and kissed her, ever so softly. Just a brush of his lips against hers.

"And just so you know . . . I don't count moaning or screaming as speech . . ."

That was good to know; Jaina had a feeling she was not going to be able to stay silent. Fortunately, they were the only two on the ship, and no one would be able to hear.

He drew back, trying to decide where to start. He wanted to take his time with this, as well as teach her a lesson. His instinct was to remove his pants and just take her, but he fully intended to toy with her as much as she'd been playing with him.

Kyp ran his hands up her legs, lightly brushing her skin. Over her hips, up her sides, to cup her breasts. Her nipples were large, dark and swollen. He flicked his fingers over them. Jaina gasped and bit her lip. Her hips jerked involuntarily.

Smiling wickedly, Kyp leaned over her, kissing his way down her belly. When he got low enough, he pulled back and ran his fingertip over the soft, pink folds. There was no arguing she was aroused--Jaina writhed at his every touch, whimpering softly--but she wasn't nearly as ready as he wanted her.

Jaina sucked in a breath as his fingers left her for a moment, then began to trace patterns on the smooth skin of her inner thighs, moving from her loins to her knee, and slowly, ever so slowly, back to where she desperately wanted them. Then he touched her again, dragging his finger upwards, parting her, until he stopped at her clitoris. The friction was slow and torturous, one fingerpad sliding over the swollen bud. She moaned, her pelvis thrusting towards his hand. Kyp placed his left hand firmly on her hip, halting her, and repeated the movement of his middle finger.

Over and over, his finger slid up and over the tip of the erect, sensitive tissue, until she thought she would go mad. She gave a low moan, letting her head fall back, even while her legs tensed. The building pressure, combined with the almost painful pleasure of the direct stimulation, made her whole body quiver.

Then something warm and wet and definitely not his finger began stroking her. Jaina's head snapped up. He held the lips of her labia apart and was licking her, bottom to top, with long, slow sweeps, his green eyes raised to hers. It was the most incredible sensation she'd ever experienced. But she wanted more!

Kyp dipped his tongue into her vagina. She gasped, hips lifting off the console. Chuckling, he pulled back, just because he knew she wanted more. She let out a groan of frustration. His tongue flicked out once, against her clit, and Jaina gave a small squeak.

"Not done, Jaina. Not nearly done at all," he promised in a low tone.

She didn't know whether to cheer or to kick him. Then again, she'd started this, she had to put up with it.

Kyp shucked off the rest of his clothes. Jaina's brown eyes widened, her lips parting. The dark, hard length of him jutted out from a nest of black curls--no grey hairs *there*--straight and strong. She mentally cursed agreeing to his ridiculous terms, because she very much wanted to touch him right then. Wanted to find out if he felt in her hands like she imagined.

Maybe she'd find out soon. They still had quite a long time 'til they reached Hapes.

Kyp eased forward, between her thighs. She knew he wasn't going to get it over with quickly, not with that glint in his eye, but he had her curious. Jaina lifted a questioning brow. He grinned.

Then he rubbed the stiff shaft of his erection against her. It was hot, so hot, she wondered if she'd melt just from this. Jaina wanted him to get it over with, but she knew he wouldn't, and she couldn't beg or he'd stop.

Finally, she couldn't stand it any longer. "Kyp! Please!"

He immediately froze. Looking down at her, his expression changed to one that made her shudder. She was really in for it . . . and she couldn't wait.

"Bad apprentice," he breathed. "Do you know what the price is for disobedience?"

She didn't, but she desperately wanted to find out. Jaina shook her head.

He stood for a moment, floundering, because he didn't know, either. It was rapidly becoming harder to think. He wanted her, wanted her very badly.

"Stang," he growled, and dragged her against him, kissing her forcefully. Jaina purred in pleasure, running her hands over his back. She cupped his buttocks, trying to pull him forward.

Kyp eased out of her arms. "Nuh-uh," he said, suddenly inspired. "Bad girl."

She liked the sound of that.

Reaching between them, he speared a finger deep inside her. Just one, and he was careful not to touch her anywhere else.

"Mmm," Jaina murmured. She really didn't care what he did, as long as he didn't stop.

She blinked when he withdrew and held the finger up to her mouth. She frowned at him, not understanding. Sighing, he licked off his finger. Her large bli blinked, until she remembered that he'd already used his tongue down there. A fresh stab of arousal accompanied the thought. She squirmed.

Kyp suddenly remembered that he was supposed to be working her into a fervour. He realised that if he held off too long, she might change her mind.He swept his fingers between her legs again, then touched her nipples, rubbing in circles as he bumped his engorged penis against her. Jaina sighed, closing her eyes, her hips starting to move with his.

When he felt she was finally ready, he parted her vaginal lips, holding them spread with both hands, and pressed the head of his erection against her. She gazed at him calmly, her eyes dark, showing no sign of hesitation.

Kyp took a breath and thrust home. Her damp warmth closed around him like a fist, making him groan. She was incredibly tight, but no, definitely not a virgin. Holding her hips, he slid out. Jaina mewled a protest.

He entered her again, sighing as she enclosed him. He'd wanted this for so very long. Perhaps, he thought, there was an upside to her being just a little Dark Side.

Jaina splayed her legs, lifting them high to give him greater access. Her gaze met his and she smiled, slowly. Oh, yes. She knew full well what she was doing, and she didn't regret a second of it.

Kyp slowly increased his thrusts, until he was breathing heavily and he felt that if he didn't come soon, he was going to die. Lifting Jaina into his arms, he moved to the nearest wall and pinned her against it, bracing his legs. Her breasts flattened against his chest, Jaina wrapped her legs tight around his pounding hips, her arms held above her head with the Force. She felt like a coil wrapped too tight; if she wasn't released soon, she was was going to break.

His mouth was hot on hers, demanding. She kissed him back hungrily.

Then, suddenly, her hands were free. Kyp dragged his mouth from hers just long enough to say, "Touch me."

Her hands were everywhere, sliding with abandon over his sweat-slick skin . . . and her own, as she reached to run her hands over her own curves, since he was too busy holding her up. Her fingers dug into the hard muscle of his buttocks, urging him on. She was still holding him thus when she orgasmed. Screaming with the force of it, she arched against him.

Kyp thrust, and thrust again, as her sheath clamped hard on his, rhythmically. When she sagged against him, he gave into a flurry of frenzied pounding against her, and then he came, spilling hot within her. It was the best climax he'd ever had, just as he'd expected.

It was different when you were in love with your partner.

They collapsed in a heap on the floor, Jaina on top. Her damp hair was plastered to his chest. Both were breathing hard.

Eventually, Jaina levered herself up on her arms and looked down at him. grinning lazily, she said, "Well, that was an interested first lesson. What else do you have to teach me, Master Durron?"

He laughed breathlessly. "Give me an hour, then I'll show you."

They didn't leave his bunk for the rest of the trip.

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