Funny Finding You Here

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He grinned down at her, hands tightened within tight black locks of his hair.

"Well." He said, his voice straining slightly as he pulled back against her to look down, his fingers fleeting over her and pulling ever so slightly to reveal more of her. A grin slowly falling over his face. "Every now and again, a man likes to know that a woman knows how to take charge."

Oh there was more than a bit of truth to that.

It wasn't every day that Kurt got exactly what he wanted, and it certainly wasn't every day that a woman demanded what she wanted. Usually he was the one to question, to guide, to take action, it was always a rewarding change of pace to experience the opposite.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Jamie leaned up, her left hand supporting her as she clung to his hair with her right, kissing him with renewed interest, pulling on his lip with her front teeth as she backed away, though not letting go, instead dragging him down on top of her with a bit of force before letting his lip go. She realized then she'd ever so slightly split his bottom lip,, the smallest bit of red appearing in the center. Her eyes held their gaze for a moment, a slightly apologetic yet mischievous look in her stare.

When her eyes finally averted from his lip to pupils she placed both hands along the bottom of his shirt. "Were you worried that I might not know what I like?" And with a quick, graceless pull, she yanked his shirt over his head, and like the true hopeless romantic she was, failed to realize that where his arms were positioned, she wouldn't be able to just pull the shirt free of his body, thus leaving him partially entangled.

Her ability to hold back laughter was often minimal at best, and she let out a rather abrupt burst of laughter as she tried to help him remove the article entirely. She much preferred him bare chested. It was simply one of the many things she enjoyed eying over.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He grinned at her laughter.

Jamie had a beautiful laugh.

It was filled with a certain beauty and innocents to it, like honey flowing. The sound of it made him smile, and as he slowly reared up and pulled off his shirt he couldn't help but gives her a small smile, not that same boyish grin as before, not the mischievous smirk, but just a small smile. He stared at her for a minute, then slowly crawled on top of her once more, tossing his shirt onto the ladder that lead up to the cockpit. His lips would quickly press against her own.

"And what..." He began as his hands once again found their place at her hips. "Is it exactly that you like?"

He already knew in part, her own body spoke volumes about that, but he wanted to hear her say it.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"You." She said, quite matter of factly.

A momentary silence separated her from continuing. Her left leg rubbed lightly against his a time or two, her eyes looking happily into his. "The way you touch me." There she went again, inflating his already oversized ego, praising him for knowing how to make her feel weak. It wasn't quite like she had much left to hide from him anyway, given the turnout of the day's events. He'd explored her body entirely, several times now. The tenderness of his touch though, had she not been laying down, would make her knees buckle. It was as if he had discovered all of the buttons in her mind and pushed them at just the right times. He did it with such simplicity that she found it unfair quite frankly.

"You're becoming an addiction for me. I think you know that." She placed her hands on his by her hips. "And I think you like it just as much as I do."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Well of course he liked it, why do it otherwise? He wanted to say that, but all that he could do was smirk. It was a confident smirk, but one that told the truth of the situation. He enjoyed being with Jamie just as much as she enjoyed being with him, though perhaps for him it was a bit different. Kurt sought no connection, no pillar to lean on, all he wanted from Jamie was to experience her company until she would inevitably have to move on. He wanted to banter with her, speak with her, sleep with her, touch her.

That was all Kurt wanted, but he knew eventually she would have to walk away, just like he did. "An addiction?"

He mused on the word.

"Then I suppose." His thumbs would draw down slowly again, pull fabric. "We'll have to make sure you get your fill."

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"Oh, is that so?" Her attention turned to his wandering hands tugging at her pant line, looking on as he went about revealing inch by inch of her body in a slow even fashion.

"But addicts can only go so long in between doses before they need another fix."

Jamie lifted her hands away from his, running them gently through his hairline before once again pulling hard. He excited her in ways she hadn't anticipated, nor initially desired. He seemed to thoroughly enjoy enticing and teasing her. Every time she had the momentary upper hand in a swift display he would turn the tables on her again, to once again there she was, on her back beneath him while he freely roamed about her body. She hated loving it so much.

"And you're not making it any easier on me you know." Her lips spoke, though her tone was clearly the opposite in meaning. She just wanted more of him than he was likely willing to give.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

"No?" He mused out loud, thumbs gently tracing even as his head was pulled back once more. "Well, I suppose I might be doing that on purpose."

The mischief had returned to his tone. "Evil as I am."

Perhaps he was evil in a way. He knew what he was doing, knew what effect his actions had, but he couldn't help himself. What was a man but a bundle of base desires? That's what he would have told himself if he'd really given it a thought, but in that moment he didn't quite care. He liked Jamie, he liked talking to her, their banter, being with her. It was fun, enjoyable, why would he have to question it beyond that? Why would he have to press the issue.

He never understood that.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"You suppose?" Her eyes narrowed, lips pressed together. "Evil is an understatement."

And in an instant her expression disappeared, returning to a light hearted smile and a small, soft laugh in its' place. HIs wandering hands would be met by hers, assisting him with relieving her of the fabric covering her legs. sliding them down just a bit further past the brightly colored blue undergarment below. Jamie wasn't sure where this was all leading, whether he wanted to continue to see her, to make anything more of their time than they'd already shared, or if this was simply a way to pass the time. After all, if he and Kaile lived together and were not a couple, what could she possibly give to him that Kaile couldn't? He was difficult for her to read in that manner. He wanted simplicity. She felt what she wanted was something similar, but she also knew that he wasn't too keen on her desire to become a Jedi.

"And I thought my parents taught me better than that."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Kurt slowly slid down the sofa, pressing his lips against her skin as he made his way down. He stopped at her navel, kissing just below her.

"Well, they did." He pressed his lips lower again his hands gently finding their place against her hips once again, thumbs sliding beneath thin cloth. He stayed there however, not moving an inch further and instead nuzzling his nose against her skin. There was a smile on his face, mischief in his eyes and a bit more than joy.

"That's obviously why I had to kidnap you." He grinned up at her. "Get you away from them."

That was ridiculous of course, Kurt had done no such thing, but he had gotten arrested for doing just that, so he might as well get some jokes out of it.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Jamie gasped, a hand covering her mouth as if she were surprised beyond belief. "You villain!"

The look he gave her as he stared back up from her waistline forced a smile on her face. Despite his mischievous intentions she thought he was adorable in his own way. His kisses sent tremors up her body. The ways he touched her, kissed her, it gave her butterflies. "Kidnapping girls like me for your mischievous deeds!"

Her legs curled on either side of Kurt, knees slightly bent, her feet resting on his butt.

"I need to be more careful." Her voice was hushed, as if she were speaking a secret only for Kurt to hear.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He offered her that same mischievous grin, his eyes lighting up slightly as she played along. "Why bother?"

There was a playfulness to Kurt, an air about him that spoke of charming immaturity. It was the part of him that he truly loved to embrace, the part that let him have fun and just do whatever he pleased. The best times of his life were when he got to do that, when he simply got to be himself. There were only a few times that was allowed. Not during his job, not during his time in the navy, not even with most women. With Jamie? Well with Jamie he could at least do as he pleased.

"I already have you in my clutches." His thumbs pulled the cloth lower, lips pressing at the newly revealed pale flesh. "No need to resist further."

His eyebrows waggled at her.

Yes, he could definitely be himself.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

She bit down on a finger, eyes staring intently at Kurt. Her foot playfully rubbed his butt. "I think you like when I resist." Her voice was still just above a whisper.

Jamie could tell he was enjoying himself as much, if not more than she had been.

He was brazen, exploring her as he saw fit, hands and lips navigating on their own. She could lay with him happily for days like this. It was simple and delightful.

Her hips wiggled slightly as he kissed around her body.

"But I also enjoy giving you what you're after."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He wondered how much time they had left. It had only been an hour and a half when he had returned from the cockpit, and time flew by when one was enjoying himself. He frowned slightly, but only for a few seconds. When they got within fifteen minutes the alarm would ring, a large part of him dreaded what that would sound like. His fingers gently pressed against her skin, nails very lightly digging into alabaster flesh. For a moment he lingered there.

"Oh?" Kurt mused. "Well I suppose you'd have to."

His smile returned. "Lest your kidnapper have even more ill intent."

Kurt's eyes cast up towards her before briefly flickering towards the ladder of the cockpit.

It would be time soon, he could feel that in his chest.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"More ill intent?" Her head tilted sideways and she raised a curious brow. "Do tell. What more ill intent could you possibly have?"

It wasn't so much a dare or an attempt to goad him on, but more one of wonder, as Kurt had already had his way with her and she him several times already. Yet, there he was, teasing her with word and foreplay again. They had come leaps and bounds from their initial meeting, having spoken through a screaming match and distrust of one another. They'd been shot at and nearly killed. It was all such a strange beginning to whatever this sort of relationship was to be. Jamie couldn't help but smile. Despite everything she truly liked Kurt.

"Maybe I'm the one with the ill intent." She winked at him. "Maybe I've been using those Jedi powers on you this whole time."

Was that something Jedi could even do? She really had no idea, but it sounded cool so she went with it, trying to hold back the laughter, but inevitably failing to do so.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

His lips pressed against alabaster skin, his eyes locking om her own as a wide smirk spread across his face. He could hear the curiosity in her voice, that pqie of interest and eonder at what else he could have in store. It drove Kurt forward, made him want to do more, made him want to show her more. His thumbs slipped lower, fabric completely disappearing even as he slowly began to make his way up her stomach once more.

"Well if thats the case." Kurt began as he pressed his lips just above her navel and further north. "Then you wouldn't mind if I..."

The courier trailed off as he found his way to Jamie's neck and eventualy pressed his lips below her ear.

There was more than a bit of excitement that flowed between the two of them. There was a buzz in the air, Jamie's and Kurt's enthusiasm for one another slowly building up once more even ad Kurt whispered his suggestion in her ear, his finger gently digging into her hips all the while.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Jamie's face reddened as Kurt whispered his offer into her ear. A bright blush coloring her cheeks, her head turning to kiss Kurt sweetly in effort to hide away the expression on her face.

"I-" That was the only word she could manage to say. A single syllable uttered before Kurt had managed to seduce her with his wit and charm once more. What confused her was whether she enjoyed everything they shared and did with and to one another more, or that he was seemingly attracted enough to her to indulge in his more primal needs as often as he had thus far with her. The latter served to boost her confidence in herself and her belief that he truly cared at least somewhat for her. The prior though was more the selfish part of her that excited parts of her mind and body she had never been able to explore prior to him.

Perhaps it was a combination of the two that allowed her to give in to him so willfully and quickly. It was something she'd subconsciously wanted without having known before Kurt.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He grinned at the red that quickly spread across her face, his lips pressing against her own as she tried to bury herself away. It was adorable really, enough to almost make him break out into laughter, though he didn't want to ruin the moment. His hands crept up, slowly sliding over curved globes on her chest and giving a light grope before he kissed her once more and began to stand up.

His fingers slipped from her chest and ran along the lengths of her arms until he stood above her and kissed her hand.

"Well, Darlin'." Thick Tatooine accent filtered through his tongue, Kurt being unable to filter it out with his excitement clearly on display. "Allow me to show you the way."

Suddenly the Courier bent down, his arms scooping under Jamie and sliding beneath her to pick her up and off of the couch. She erupted in a loud giggle and laugh, Kurt smiling as he spun around on his heels and practically began to run to his bedroom.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Jamie smiled, her eyes looking down at Kurt as she lay lightly on top of him, her arm stretched outward, holding his hand up behind his head. Her cheek rested in the space between his shoulder and chest, blonde hair a mess and everywhere. Sore, tired, yet surprisingly relaxed. She was beginning to wonder if she knew his room better than her own by this point.

About to speak the girl was interrupted by the sound of Kurt's alarm, alerting them that they were only moments away from their destination planet. She crinkled her nose, not wanting to get up.

"Do we have to?" She smirked. "You could just keep me here in your room. I promise I won't complain. Your roommate will never know the difference."

By now she was more disappointed in having to leave him than nervous of flying a ship and working jobs for Sif.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He smiled at her.

"Shall I keep you chained here?" Kurt mused out loud, grinning down at her. "I would think a proud woman from Naboo would want more than just a simple bedroom."

There was only half a joke to that.

He knew that Jamie would likely never be happy even if she would stay. Eventually she would grow to resent the life that he lived. Either she would hate him for it, or she would leave him because of it. Kurt knew that, he knew that his way wasn't for everyone, and he knew it definitely wasn't for Jamie. She didn't want the life that he was living, at least not really. She may have wanted him, but in reality the young woman wanted to do good, she wanted to train and become something better.

Kurt couldn't take that away.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"Only if that's what you'd prefer of me." She bit his lip, tugging on it, a bit of a growl in her voice. "You think I'm the proud, snobby type because of where I'm from?"

Her mouth gaped, as if insulted by his assumption of her desires. "I'm not like my parents. I don't need wealth and luxury and servants to be happy."

There was a long pause, as if she debated holding him down and not letting him tend to the ship, even whilst the alarm continued to sound. In the end she thought better of the idea and rolled over, her hand releasing from his as she lay beside him for a moment. Her head dropped over the side of the bed in search of her clothes. Jamie quickly eyed the necessities for both top and bottom and slipped into them to be a bit more appropriate than her current state.

She returned to the bed, crawling towards him on hands and knees to kiss him. "I suppose you ought to see to the ship, before we crash into the planet huh?"

[member="Kurt Meyer"]