I Can Wait Forever
When Kyp landed, he checked with the duty officer for his room assignment and was surprised to find Jaina waiting outside his quarters. Force help me ...
“Goddess ...” Kyp sighed, stepping around her to open his door, not knowing what else to do or what to say. She followed him inside and stood in the doorway blocking any chance of a quick exit.
As it turned out, Kyp didn’t have time to say anything, Jaina had plenty to say.
“Sithspit, Kyp! That was two lifetimes ago ... and I ... I shouldn’t have taken it so ... personally. It’s still your fault because you where flirting with me, but we’ve come a long way since then, so let just forget it ever happened.”
Kyp looked into the beautiful face that had become so familiar over the months they’d fought side by side and frowned. “I never meant to hurt you.” The next thing Kyp knew, she was hugging him fiercely around his ribs. With the difference in their heights, her head rested over his heart, and his chin rested on the top of her head. It was pure pleasure to wrap the young Jedi in his arms and stroke her dark, silky hair.
“I’ve missed you,” she said, barely above a whisper.
Kyp was sure the surprise he felt was on his face as well as in his Force sense. “Must have had a bad couple of months to be missing me, Goddess,” he quipped.
Jaina swatted his arm lightly. “I’m trying to be serious. I have missed you, you big dumb ...” She waved a hand around searching for the right word, “... male.”
Her glare didn’t have much power in it, but her words started him chuckling softly. “I’ve missed you, too, Goddess.”
“Why didn’t you warn me you were coming back? Did you decide to accept an offer for a squadron?”
Kyp took a deep breath and let it out slowly, “I’m a Jedi Master, and as your Aunt Mara was kind enough to point out several times in the last two and a half months, I ought to be doing Jedi Master stuff now that the war is ending, or what good am I?” He took Jaina’s hand and led her over to his bed, motioned for her to sit. Taking a place beside her on the hard, narrow mattress, Kyp realized he still had her hand and let go. “I came back to ask you for a favor.” He felt uncomfortable asking for something this big, but he didn’t have a choice. She was the only person on his list who was still alive. “It didn’t seem right to make a holonet call ...”
“Whatever I can do, Kyp ... I will.” Jaina’s automatic support surprised them both.
“Unh uh, Goddess, you shouldn’t agree to anything until you hear the details.” Kyp took another deep breath. “I’m going on a mission, to find new Jedi potentials, and I may be gone for a long time. I can’t leave my seat on the counsel vacant for that long, but I don’t want to give it up permanently. So, I talked to Cal Omas and your uncle Luke, and they suggested I find a Jedi willing to stand in for me, someone I know will be able to handle anything that may come up in my absence.” Kyp brought a hand up under Jaina’s chin, cupping the side of her face and lifting her eyes to meet his. “I trust you, Jaina. More than I trust anyone.” The word trust could very easily have been replaced by the word love and both statements would still be purely the truth.
“You want me to fill in for you? On the Counsel?” Jaina looked puzzled, but she didn’t pull away from his touch.
“You’d have to take a leave of absence ... I could be gone six months or more ... but I’m sure that General Antilles would understand. I don’t see why he wouldn’t grant a leave, even an indefinite one.” Jaina’s hand covered his mouth, effectively stopping the flow of his babbling.
Looking pained, she whispered, “I resigned my commission this morning.”
“What?” Kyp gaped. “Why would you do that? You’re a good commander, better than good. An asset to ...” Her hand covered his mouth, again.
“I’m a Jedi, and I guess it’s time I started acting more like one.”
The statement was a mirror of his own, and then it hit him ... “Your Uncle Luke was a Rogue, and although I don’t like him most of the time, Corran Horn manages to be a pilot and a Jedi. Did Mara say something to you, too?” Kyp felt like punching something, preferably a certain red-haired, green-eyed Jedi Master.
“She’s right, Kyp. Am I really a Jedi? A pilot, a squadron commander, even a Vong Goddess, I can see myself as those, but there are many times I don’t feel like a Jedi anymore.”
Kyp grabbed Jaina by the lovely shoulders shook her. “A person, even a Jedi, can only do so much. We saved lives. We fought ourselves into the ground so many times I’ve lost count.” It was difficult, but he pushed his anger away, and pulled Jaina a tight hug. “After all the things you’ve had to see and do in the last four years, the last thing you needed was a critic. She means well, Sweetheart, but she can’t possibly understand what you’ve been through. So, just ... let it go.”
“Let it go? Are you sure you’re really Kyp Durron, Rogue Jedi Master?”
There was a lopsided smile forming on his lips, “You’d know better than anyone.”
Jaina pulled back from their embrace and she had a smirk on her face. “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to ask someone else to fill in for you. I have other plans.”
“I understand.” Kyp tried not to show too much disappointment. Jaina was an adult, and a fully trained Jedi Knight. It was her right to decide where she felt she could do the most good.
“No, you don’t, but thanks for trying.” Her smirk became a sly smile. “Aren’t you going to ask what my plans are?”
“Just what are your plans for the future, Jedi Solo?” Kyp did his best to sound the stern and serious Jedi Master.
“I’m going to search for new Jedi recruits ... with you.”
Kyp was stunned speechless. He was sure he looked like one of the huge fish he had seen in a Mon Cal aquarium with his mouth hanging open. “Whoa ...” he squawked, and cleared his throat and tried again, “That’s not a good idea. For so many, many reasons. Have you discussed that idea with anyone from your family?”
“I’ve talked to the only person whose opinion matters. You.”
Kyp stood up, and started to pace the small room. He ran a hand through his graying hair. “I’m sure we can use your help, but maybe it would be wiser if your brother teams up with you ...”
“No?” “You heard me, Kyp. I don’t want to find someone else. End of discussion.”
Kyp sighed, “That’s where you’re wrong, Goddess. It will only be the beginning of discussions; lots of unpleasant discussions. You may be able to resign your commission, but you can’t escape your life. Jaina Solo, Jedi Knight and Trickster Goddess, is still a media celebrity. The sludge news will go nuts if they learn we’re on a long, secret mission together without a chaperon. Not to mention the gossip that will get back to your parents. And ...” Kyp barely suppressed a shudder, “your Aunt Mara.”
“Gossip! You, of all people, are suddenly worried about gossip? That’s rich.”
“I was only thinking of your reputation, Jaina.”
“Well, don’t.” Jaina scowled up at him. “What’s the big deal? It’s not like we are sneaking away somewhere to be alone so we can jump into bed together. We make a great team. Nobody can deny that. The galaxy is still a dangerous place, enemy agents are still out there and I don’t think it’s a good idea for a Jedi, even a Jedi Master, to travel alone. What could be more of a problem than that?”
Kyp offered Jaina a hand up from the bed. When she took it, he pulled her up a little harder than she expected. Off balance, she flew into Kyp’s waiting arms. “Are you certain we aren’t?” He lowered his head and kissed her, softly at first, but as she relaxed into his embrace and started kissing back, passion flared between them. She wrapped her arms around him and Kyp lifted her, so they were nose to nose with her feet dangling half a meter off the deck, then her legs were wrapping around him as she hung on.
All the time, a small voice in the back of Kyp’s fevered brain was moaning no no ... must stop ... When he came up for air, Kyp whispered in her ear, “sometimes, Goddess, I think we might work too well together.”v The sexual tension that ha been building for months now was finally finding a tiny fissure crack where it could bubble to the surface and be released. It would only get more dangerous as they had more time alone and uninterrupted, Kyp knew. Pulling her off of him, he ushered her to the door and put her outside his bedroom in the safe zone of the busy corridor. “Think about it. Please.” Kyp shut and locked the door. He hated being reduced to pleading, and hated even more that he had to be the voice of sanity when all he wanted was to topple Jaina onto his bed and lock galaxy out for the next decade or so. He figured it would only take about that long to convince Jaina to marry him and have his children.
Jaina slid down the wall outside Kyp’s quarters, landed on her backside. She wasn’t sure which was more shocking: that she had just been locked in a battle of tongues with Kyp Durron, or that Kyp had unceremoniously dropped her into the hall outside his quarters and asked her to think about something.
Indignation gave her the energy to get back on her feet. “Obviously,” she shouted at the offending door, and the Jedi hiding behind it. “You don’t understand that when you kiss someone like that they aren’t CAPABLE of thinking ANYTHING for hours ... maybe days!” She growled at his door and kicked it.
Several people were passing in the corridor and one veteran pilot turned to his companion and said, “I see Durron’s back.” The other said, “How can you be sure?” The taller man smiled. “Chemistry. Don’t see sparks fly like that very often. Ten credits that I’m right. ” The other man shrugged. “Too easy. Twenty says she stands there and kicks his door until he lets her back it.” The first chuckled, “You’re on.”
The pilots’ exchange made Jaina’s cheeks flame with embarrassment. With one last kick, she turned and stormed back to her own room.
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