Funny Finding You Here

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

His eyes popped open, though obviously he saw almost nothing as she rolled atop him with more force than he had expected.

This was new from her.

Very new.

Though that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, Kurt liked new, liked adventure. A slow smirk began to pull at his lips, his eyes trying to perceive just how Jamie looked in the dark. When that failed, when the pitch black denied him the beautiful sight, he instead began to slowly explore with his hands. Fingers would trace, his palms would sweep over her body and gently explore curves. He smiled slightly, his hand eventually coming to settle on her hips just as they rolled forward.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Jamie's arms curled around her back, reaching for the clasp that if not for the overwhelming darkness, would be the only thing that separated her upper body from Kurt's eyes. A soft thump would indicate she had tossed the article of clothing to the floor to make herself comfortable. Her left hand lowered, taking hold of Kurt's right, guiding him upwards along her tummy towards where she had in mind. Everything she was doing felt instinctual, natural, right. It was hard for her to understand or explain, but perhaps this was simply meant to happen. Who was she to fight what her body very clearly wanted?

Silence enveloped the room. Jamie remained quiet, letting the sway of her hips speak for her. Leaning forward and down, she placed her hands on either side of the pillow where Kurt's head rested, her hair once again fell to the front of her face while she searched through the dark for his lips with her own, kissing her way around his face until she found her mark. Her lungs drew in a deep breath the moment her lips touched his, as if she had found some surreal paradise that only she knew the location of.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Oh.

He hadn't quite expected this.

Kurt grasped at her, his fingers curling, gently pinching and pulling. This was different, it was forward, pressing, and entirely out of character for what he knew of her. Perhaps his own touch had embolden her, or maybe some of that forceful confidence she had shown in their shouting matches. Either way, no matter what it was, Kurt certainly wouldn't be objecting to it any time soon. The gentle rock of her hips, the pressing of her lips against his own, there was a passion behind them, one that he quite enjoyed.

His hands would grasp at her, one arm wrapping around the small of her back to pull her further against himself, pressing her against his skin. He felt a cool breeze as the blanket slowly slipped from the bed and fell onto the floor. Kurt's hand's would slide around grasp at Jamie's rear, his fingers stretching into a full grope as his lips let loose a soft, and very pleasant gasp.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Fumbling around in the dark at the opposite end of the bed Jamie searched for, and found, the blankets that had been tossed into disarray on the floor, discarded in favor of the cool air the room provided while she and Kurt had spent a bit more time exploring one another. With two fistfuls of blankets in hand she pulled them up and over the end of the bed, before turning herself back upright in the bed, the sheets in tow as she slid her way back up to Kurt.

"That wasn't planned, just so you know..." She felt obligated to divulge that she hadn't planned on entrapping him into having sex with her again. She further added, "I really did intend on sleeping." She said sheepishly. "Something about the way you smell, the way you feel, the way you touch me." She felt as though he somehow understood her better than she did herself. Perhaps he even knew that. The girl ran her hand over his chest, dancing her fingertips one by one across. A wide smile on her face.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

A part of his ego just inflated further, probably not something he needed but got anyway.

Kurt smiled, a wide smile. It was still dark of course, the rooms pitch black simply hanging in the air as the two of them were pulled beneath the thick comforter. He pondered for a moment on how to answer, thinking on the day that had just gone by and the time that he and Jamie had spent together. It was odd, really, how quickly things had moved and how time had lead them here. Things always seemed to spin out of control for him, at least as of late. Everything had come so quickly over the past few months. Kaile, The Messa, That Pod-race, now Jamie. It all seemed to tumble so far so fast he couldn't help but wonder when it would all come crashing together.

A shiver ran up his spine at that thought, though his hand slowly snaked down her inner thigh in a soothing touch.

"Well." Kurt finally said with a smile on his face. "I'm terribly sorry about that."

He wasn't in the least.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"No need to apologize." She whispered softly. "I've quite enjoyed myself."

Her head adjusted slightly, resting in the small space between Kurt's chest and shoulder.

"Do you mind if I ask...What happens from here?" She shut her eyes, embarrassed for both asking the question, and for the way it came out. Gosh, you sound like a crazy. "Where do we go with this?"

Perfect. Keep spilling out questions like that. He won't think you're out of your mind.

She only wanted to know what to expect from him. If it were simply nothing, then she would have to make herself be OK with that. What was done was done. She hadn't regretted it. But she would only be lying to herself if she said she didn't want more of it. More of him. More than just a day. Everything was in his control though. She had enough self-respect not to whimper on the floor like a broken person if he rejected her. There was too much riding on her training to fall apart if he wanted nothing further from her but a bit of fun to pass the time.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

That was a hard question for him, and truth be told, not one he was prepared to answer.

Kurt was in many ways still childish, and simply by asking that question Jamie had proven herself more mature than Kurt ever tried to be. The simple truth for Kurt was that he never thought about things like that, never even considered them. Oddly enough it had never come up before, never even really peeked it's ugly head. For all of his banter, all of his ego, there was really only one thing that Kurt wanted, one thing that he ever really sought out in the galaxy.

Fun.

He never considered the more serious or stern impacts of his decisions, and everything he had done up until now was a result of that. He mused for a second, his eyes closing as he thought about what to say to her. Kurt liked Jamie well enough. She was intelligent, strong willed, and certainly knew where she was going in the galaxy. The problem was, she was going different places than he. That was a simple fact, and even if it wasn't for Kurt's own immaturity it would have been enough.

"We get you to Byblos." Kurt said, his voice soft, not mocking, cruel, or harsh. "I make sure you're set with everything."

He didn't say that he would go, but in the end he would. "Then I give you my comm-number and you stay in touch. Do what you left Naboo for. I'll keep doing what I always do."

It was the most serious thing that he had said to her this entire time. It wasn't rejection, not really. Kurt neither wanted to run away from her nor throw her away, but he knew that he wasn't ready for anything Jamie could have wanted, and he knew that even if he was, he'd likely just hold her back anyway.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

She kept quiet for quite a while after he finished speaking. It wasn't quite like she'd expected a different answer. In truth it was even worded a bit nicer than she expected of him. Still, it didn't make the confirmation of her suspicion feel any warmer, nor did it make the prospect of watching him leave when they reached Byblos any easier. For a moment she considered abandoning what she was after. Skipping out on her Force training, and just tagging along wherever he went.

Of course that was a rather childish and selfish idea. One that would likely turn him off from her. There was nothing worse than people that clung desperately to a hope of reciprocated affection. She'd seen that in several of her friends back home, they way they acted. It made her feel embarrassed for them, but now she understood the emotional side of that story. Instead of embarrassment, she felt genuinely sorry for them. There was little she could do but enjoy the last few hours they had together, and try to make the best of it when it came time to part ways.

"Alright." It was the only thing she could think to say.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Kurt suddenly pulled her atop him, his upper arm sliding beneath her so that he could slide her into place on his chest. Jamie would come to rest, their faces inches apart from one another. His hands didn't sail down her body, didn't move once they had settled on the side of her hips.

For a moment, he said nothing.

Silence held within the dark, only the thrumming of the engines ringing within his ears. His lips thinned, and he felt as though he should have said something. He wasn't a complete scoundrel, wasn't a monster. He had never wanted to hurt Jamie or make her feel bad, that wasn't his intent or goal. He frowned slightly, then slowly inched his face forward. He pressed a kiss against her lips, then let his head fall back against the pillow, bright blue eyes piercing through the dark.

"Tell me what you want to do." Kurt said simply. "When you're fully trained, when you've forged your path with the force."

He referred to after her training, of course.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"I don't know." Her voice was solemn. It wasn't like she had a frame of reference for how long it would take, but she reckoned it wouldn't be as simple as a few months of work. "You're asking me what I want years from now."

Her mind wandered, attempting to visualize something she had almost no concept of whatsoever, as well as how things would turn out for Kurt, herself, even his roommate. "I'm not so naive to think that what happened today is something worth putting on hold for an indefinite amount of time when an infinite number of things could happen between now and then." Even with the short amount of time spent together, Jamie knew the personality type Kurt possessed. It wasn't logical or fair to think just because what transpired meant that he was now hers or vice versa. The thoughts running through her head were precisely the ones she'd hoped to avoid, though it seemed inevitable.

"Yet you don't have the faintest idea of what you want." It wasn't an insult, just sincere honesty. He was out for himself, his own enjoyment in life. It's why he did what he did. She couldn't fault him for it, after all he hadn't forced himself on her. She willingly participated in the game, so she would have to live with that. Her body remained where he had moved her, enjoying the closeness, but lacking the playfulness of before.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

"I know what I want." Kurt stated simply.

Yet what he wanted wasn't something that could be taken or gotten, not something that could ever really be held. It was more of a concept than anythings, an idea. He was okay with that, he'd always been okay with that. At one point he had thought differently, he had thought that maybe, just maybe, there was something more, that he had a greater purpose.

That idea had been torn down by fire and blood.

"I want to live." Kurt said as though it were the simplest thing in the galaxy. "I want to see everything I can, experience everything I want, feel, touch, do whatever I want. I want to live."

Death had come close more than once, and he wouldn't let it again.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

What the kark kind of answer is that? Everyone wants to live. That's a part of life.

She lifted her head, and despite the darkness, stared at him for a long moment, blue eyes piercing the darkness to glare.

"Doesn't everyone want to experience, do, see, and touch whatever they can? Isn't that a fundamental of life?"

There might have been a hint of sass in that, but his answer was not satisfactory to her. He claimed to know what he wanted, though the answer he gave was too general.

"You're asking what I want after I'm trained, as if the pinnacle of that training leads me through some kind of closed door where you are waiting. I can't answer that. I like you, I-" She stopped, almost afraid to say what she was about to.

"I'm attracted to you. As much as you irritated me earlier, I feel like I somewhat understand you, and feel closer to you than I have with anyone else, despite everything. I just, I don't know...It scares me a little."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

"No. Not everyone." He remembered his friends, how they had talked, what they had said. For them it hadn't been about experiences, it hadn't been about seeing the galaxy or doing what they pleased, it had been about fighting the Sith. Many of them had wanted to reclaim their worlds, others had wanted to be the best, and still others had just wanted to fight. Kurt had seen it all, every motive that could drive a man, every button that could be pushed.

He looked at her for a moment.

"I didn't ask you what you wanted for me." He said quietly. "I asked for you."

Kurt wasn't an idiot. He knew perfectly well what he was. He was a pilot, an immature, young, brash, and sometimes entirely idiotic delivery boy. That was who he was, and he was okay with that. His actions didn't save anyone, didn't liberate worlds or rescue damsels, but they didn't kill anyone either. That was the important thing, the thing that mattered most to him. He didn't care about himself, what he got in the end or who was waiting for him. "It wasn't, isn't about me. It never was, never will be. I'm not destined to do anything great, and I don't want to do anything great. But you can."

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"I don't know what I want, Kurt. I don't. It's not about doing something great." She sighed, rolling off of him to face the opposite way. "I just want to be happy and help people however I can. That's all I know."

The conversation was going down the road she knew she didn't want it to, so she tried directing them away from it entirely. She knew where it would only lead.

"Do you ever think of going back? To Pod-Racing I mean. Making your way back up to the top again?" A bit of a stretch for a segue, but she was hoping to end that topic as quickly as possible.

Jamie's hands grabbed at the sheets, curling them a bit closer towards her face as she rested her head on top of her hands. She pulled her knees up close to her chest, staring off into the darkened room.

"It sounds fun to watch."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He mused for a second. "I went back once."

Not back really, not to Tatooine anyway.

"There was a race in the outer rim, Kaile and I were the coincidentally. One of my deliveries had gone...wrong, and I woke up from what was basically a coma." He couldn't remember what had happened on that job, the entire time was still a massive black hole in his memory. "One of the racers in that competition was someone I knew from my days on Tantooine. Sleezeball really, use to...well it's not important. Turns out he'd made a deal with a local Syndicate to win races, unfortunately he didn't have what it took to win that year. Better competition. So he ended up dragging me into it by having the Syndicate kidnap Kaile. I'm still famous in those circles, so they wanted to fix the race and have me lose, bet against me since I was the favorite."

He still had to find Buck and pay him back for that one, put one in his kneecap preferably. "I don't know how, but she ended up escaping and I won the race."

That was the last time he had been in a pod-racer, and it had felt good. Winning that race had brought a surge of joy in his heart, but it hadn't been the same as it was in the past.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"Woah! That's crazy!" People were that obsessive over races that they would resort to blackmail, bribes, and kidnapping? All to win a stupid race? "Did they get caught for trying to rig the race?"

Jamie turned back around, now interested in the story. She rested her head against her propped up arm, cupping the side of her cheek with the palm of her hand. Stories like this never made their way back to Naboo. The most interesting things seemed to be the discovery that someone had paid off a high judge in a court somewhere in Theed to try and get out of their trial, or prison sentence. There was rarely ever such cases where people would be abducted for ransom or blackmail.

"That sounds terrible. Was Kaile alright? That poor girl!"

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Kurt nodded. "She was fine. They knew that if they hurt her I wouldn't do anything they wanted and likely end up costing them more money in the long run."

That was certainly true, though unbeknownst to Kurt Kaile was something entirely different.

She was a spy for the Galactic Alliance, an agent that had more training than he and probably more knowledge too. She had escaped using that training and had eventually managed to squirm her way free and contact him. Had he known that, his story likely would have been far richer and more full, instead, as far as he knew Kaile simply managed to slip away. He shrugged slightly at her other question, knowing that his answer would give her a bit of smugness.

"The planet had no government." He dreaded his next few words. "There really wasn't anyone to catch them."

 

[Jamie Pyne]

If Kurt could see the smirk on her face the moment he declared that the planet was, like Tatooine, lawless. The fact that they had nobody to turn to for authority, save for taking the law into their own hands and exacting some sort of vigilante justice only drove home her points and concerns from earlier in the day. She ever so badly wanted to just proclaim that government and police were necessary in any type of functioning world. She wanted to say I told you so. To just further prove that having nothing but a blaster at your side as the law was not the way people should live.

Instead of pissing him off, or voicing the very fact that both of them knew she was thinking, she opted for a more tactful approach, despite her inner voice practically screaming to just tell him what she was thinking.

"That's unfortunate. Glad that she ended up coming out of that fine though. At least you both made it out."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Well, at least she was graceful in victory.

That was something.

"Well, to answer your question." Kurt said, redirecting back to what she had originally asked. "No. I don't think about going back. Winning was great, it was the greatest thrill of my life. Nothing could compare to what it felt like to win the third Championship. For a month before hand I had been hyped up by half of Tatooine and torn down by the other. They said I was getting too slow, sluggish, that my age was effecting my reaction speed, I even got death threats. Winning...winning was the greatest drug I could've ever done."

It was easy to hear how impassioned he was. "That other victory, after Kaile got away...It didn't even come close."

Oh he had been elated that Kaile had made it out alright, but the actual win? Wasn't even close.

"I can't keep chasing that." Kurt explained.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"But why not?" It wasn't a question meant to antagonize, but genuine wonder. "If it is what you loved doing, if it was what you found true happiness in." Her shoulders shrugged as her head shook in a questioning manner. "Why stop? You couldn't explore the galaxy and return to racing as well?" Seemed pretty straightforward to her. Just fly back to Tatooine when there was a race to compete in, and then take off to spend the credits earned exploring the galaxy and doing other things. "At the very least you could spend your credits from the races on what you wanted, rather than doing deliveries to pay for your goal."

Maybe her ignorance was on full display again, or maybe she just couldn't comprehend a desire to do something as simple as delivering packages for a living when one's past was so much more vibrant. It simply didn't make sense to her. She leaned closer, holding herself an inch or so away from him, as if in some kind of internal debate with herself, but then simply kissed his cheek.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]