Funny Finding You Here

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Kurt stretched slightly, letting the food settle in his stomach and his arms reach out across the sofa. He closed his eyes for a moment, relaxing as he let a feeling of fullness settle into his belly. Jamie and Kurt were very different in this aspect he supposed. Most of his life Kurt hadn't had a government. He hadn't had any of those luxuries that she had just listed. Tatooine didn't have roads, didn't have laws, didn't even have any official cities aside, just clumps of buildings.

He was used to not having those things, used to dealing through a life without them. Now that he was on his ship, traveling and seeing different worlds his opinion and life remained much the same.

"Nope." He answered. "It's never really been an issue, then again, I've been robbed more than once."

Kurt mused for a second. "But half those times was on planets with a police force, so really it's hit and miss."

He offered her that same cheeky boyish grin.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

There he went again. He knew just the things to say that would spark that little flame inside of her, to get her going. And that gosh darn smile, that cheeky, smug smile. I just want to....UGH....

The girl leaned forward towards Kurt, bracing herself with her right arm on the back of the sofa, her left on his leg, sitting on her knees. Her eyes stared into his, like a predator surveying its' prey.

"Then obviously it has been an issue, if you've been robbed more than once."

She narrowed her eyes.

"Laws can't prevent all crime, but they can deter the lesser would-be criminals, and set punishment for those who do commit them."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

"Well, yes." That much was obvious. "But so can a blaster."

Tatooine was considered by many to be utterly lawless and uncontrollable, but...there wasn't a whole lot of crime there. Some would have said it was because of the influence of the Hutts or ATC, but Kurt thought it was simply because everyone on the planet was on their heels at all times. He frowned slightly, then realized that perhaps that wasn't such a good thing. A society that rendered everyone at alert status at all times was rather nerve wracking.

He frowned slightly, then looked at her. "Then again, maybe you're right."

Kurt was sure that those words were ones she would cherish hearing.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"Not everyone is a great shot, others simply aren't OK with just taking a life because someone stole something of theirs. Not everything is just shoot first and ask questions later."

Jamie had never actually fired a blaster before, let alone held one. She wasn't quite sure she would be any good with one either, even if she tried. She felt they had their place, but it belonged with law enforcement and military, not with every regular civilian that walked into a shop and slapped down a fistful of credits.

Though, to her surprise, his next few words puzzled her to no end. Did he just agree?

She sat back, more upright, her hands on top of her knees, looking awfully confused. "Did you just say that maybe I was right about something?" She made a look of shock, her mouth dropping, eyes widening. "Did I hear you right?"

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Kurt smiled, the same boyish charming smile.

"Listen, I might not be wrong often." There it was, that same ego.

He couldn't help it really. Kurt was born, bred to be egotistical. Both of his parents had instilled a capability in him, his rise as a three time champion of the Boonta Eve Classic and his classification as a Double Ace rather sealed the deal. The ego was always there, but it was kept in check by a stark self awareness. Kurt knew when it was time to be egotistical, and he knew when it was time to be humble. It was what had gotten him so far, so many times.

"But when I am, I can at least admit it." His hand shifted on the couch, arm stretching out over the back of it. "It's another one of those great qualities I have."

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Ugh. And he was doing so good for a minute there.

Then the ego came flooding back like a tsunami. She sighed. "You do have just so many great qualities. I'm surprise you don't have girls following you all over the galaxy just begging to be yours." She rolled her eyes and sat back on the far end of the couch, extending her legs towards him, where she had just been sitting. His ego certainly matched his pod-racing skills, that much was certain. If there were trophies for most egotistical, he'd be a shoe-in for sure.

"I should be honored to be in your presence."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He smiled at her.

Kurt could have kept going with the game, talking himself up all the more, but that was only so fun for so long. It was what he did during competitions mostly, usually never to impress girls. Oddly enough, Jamie knew more about him than most of the women he'd ever slept with. He usually didn't bring up his past, where he was from, and he certainly didn't let them on the ship. That was a very odd thing that he hadn't quite noticed until now, that Jamie had wrong an awful lot of information out of him in a short time.

He frowned slightly, there was something about that he didn't quite like. "Maybe."

Suddenly Kurt became very contemplative.

"But you made me a delicious dinner." His tone had dropped some of that ego. "So that works too."

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Things were beginning to get awkward again. And not the type of awkward like when he had kissed her for seemingly no reason, but the kind of awkward like when they had been arguing in the street for almost no reason at all. She ran her hand through her hair, lightly shaking it out as she navigated through it. "Right." She said quietly, before standing up and heading towards the sink where she'd left the dishes. She twisted the hot water lever around 90 degrees and held her hand beneath the flow until it heated up enough to wash with.

Jamie remained silent as she filled the basin with water and soap, placing several of the dishes in with the water to soak for a minute while the remainder of the basin filled. She wasn't sure what to say to that, but she didn't want to start another argument, or make things awkward. Any thoughts as to what had transpired just a short while ago was pushed from her mind. He was clearly just messing with her, that much was true. She didn't understand him, and that's what irritated her most.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He let out a sigh, his face suddenly becoming slightly more serious. The Pilot pushed himself out of the Couch and stretched for half a moment, shifting to his left before cracking his back and turning towards the galley. It took him far fewer steps than Jamie, and it was clear that he wasn't feeling any of the awkward that Jamie was. Perhaps that simply wasn't within him, feeling awkward.

Either way, he wandered into the kitchen and came up behind her.

"Here." Kurt said. "Let me do that."

His mother had always cooked, had always been the homemaker, but it had been instilled in Kurt that the cook never did the dishes. Most of the time it was that way on the ship too, Kaile would cook and then Kurt would end up doing the dishes. That was simple manners, and not something that Kurt really minded doing. Of course when he was by himself it was an entirely different...slightly more disgusting matter, but when someone else did the cooking, Kurt was more than happy to clean up. "I don't actually have that big of an ego you know."

He said the words as his hands dipped onto the water and grasped after the bowl she was holding.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

She stopped what she was doing, hand still in the water as he stepped up behind her and slid his hands into the water to take the bowl from her. She sighed, rolling her eyes.

"If you say so." Every time he started to prove that statement wrong, he'd do a spectacular 180 and flaunt himself in front of her like a preening bird.

Still, if he wanted to wash the dishes she wouldn't stand in his way. She pulled her hands from the basin and dried them with a nearby hand towel, before propping herself up to sit on the counter just beside him, while he continued what she'd started. "What is it then? Why do you intentionally try to irritate me? I get that I'm not exactly the most worldly person, but is it entertaining to you or something? Is this something you do to Kaile too?"

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Kurt laughed, a smile crossing his face.

He turned the dish over in his hand, cleaning it rather thoroughly and looking up at her. "Sometimes."

The smile didn't disappear. It was true, sometimes he did try to intentionally irritate Kaile, but it hardly ever worked on the woman. She was just too happy and good natured, more often then not she simply turned it around on Kurt. The girl was too clever for him, or maybe, too mischievous, he was hardly ever able to tell with her. It was part of why they worked together so well as roommates.

"Do you always need an explanation?" He mused. "I do what I do to gauge people, to see what they're like and how to respond to me."

It was really that simple. "Or are you asking why I kissed you?"

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Her face slowly began to shift in color once again.

"No. I've given up asking you what that was about. You're not going to tell me, so what's the point in asking another hundred times?

Sliding to the edge of the counter top she hopped off and wandered back toward the couch, dropping herself down to take up the full length, head at one end, feet at the other.

"But yes. If I have a question about something, or I don't understand, I want an explanation. That's how people learn and understand one another, by communicating."

Jamie shook her head and shut her eyes. "I suppose the way people from Tatooine communicate is drastically different than how people from my planet do."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He smiled at her flush face, grinning again with that same boyish smile.

"Well, no, we don't." Kurt said. "Asking questions is all well and good, and I respect you for it, but where I come from ninety percent of the time those questions won't be answered truthfully."

That was a simple fact of home, a simple fact of Tatooine. "When everyone you're surrounded by is a smuggler, pirate, bounty hunter, or some kind of other criminal you come to learn that you can't always trust people. So you push, you prod, and you see how they respond to everything that you do in every kind of situation you can make."

It was how Kurt had lived, how he had learned.

"Now." Kurt said as he placed one of the dishes on the drying rack. "Sure you aren't curious about that kiss?"

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"I suppose that's fair."

She hadn't quite thought about where he had come from in that manner. When everyone around you is a liar, cheater, or murderer it would make sense that someone would adjust their own attitude and demeanor in that sort of manner. Still, she wasn't from Tatooine, and she'd been up front with him about anything he'd asked. She hadn't dodged his questions like he had hers. So while she could understand, she was still a bit irritated with him.

"I didn't say I wasn't curious about it. I said I was done asking you about it. If you want to tell me, I'll listen. But I won't beg you."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Tatooine really was a dangerous place. Most people never thought about it, Kurt certainly hardly did, but the outer rim was no piece of cake. Naboo enjoyed a government, a stable security force, everything that polite society might want. Tatooine was different, it was less controlled, more wild. The environment that Kurt had grown up in had simply shaped who and what he was. The attitude he carried was there so no one took advantage of him or tried to fool him, it was as much as a guard as it was a way of succeeding, and fooling himself.

He placed the last dish onto the drying rack, stretching slightly and drying his hands on one of the towels.

The pilot slowly wandered over to the couch again, the couch that was now entirely taken up by Jamie. He frowned slightly, and mused on telling her the actual reason. It was a simple one really, his father had given him one piece of advice when he had left Tatooine, one that had worked out well sometimes, and horribly at others. 'Kurt, if you get a chance to kiss a pretty girl, take it.'

Those words still stuck with him, though more often then not he'd ended up in trouble for it.

Kurt thought for a moment more, then sat himself down on the lip of the couch right beside Jamie.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

The girl watched from the couch as Kurt made his way to the couch, only to see that she had claimed it entirely for herself. It was sort of cute, watching him debate on what to do about that before he decided to make himself the smallest bit of room at the very edge to sit. Jamie pulled her legs back a bit, bending her knees to make room on the couch for Kurt to sit more comfortably.

Though instead of waiting for him to adjust himself she slid one leg around the front of his chest and pulled him back further, a rather deviant smile on her face as she did so. "Thanks for doing the dishes."

Perhaps she could have moved her leg from across his lap essentially holding him between herself, but where was the fun in that? She was comfortable enough, laying across the length of the couch with the biggest of smiles. "So." She said quietly, "Were you just asking if I was still curious? Or were you planning to actually tell me this time? Before I go and get my hopes up again."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Now she was the one with the devious grin.

That had been slightly unexpected, Kurt being forcibly pushed against the back against the couch. There was a moment of contemplation there, perhaps an idea born of utter stupidity, but then, what was Kurt but a collection of stupid decisions that worked out well in the end. He returned the devious smile, the same boyish grin that he had given her. There was less mischief in it this time, less of a hint of devilry and more genuine charm.

"Well first." Kurt very gently grasped her leg his fingers lacing into place just above her knee. He gave her a gentle, but strong tug, pulling her further down the couch and towards him. He then slowly bent over her so that his face was mere inches from her own, the same smile still on his face. "Would you like another?"

There was no mocking in his tone.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Jamie felt her body being pulled a foot or so towards Kurt, after which he promptly hovered himself over her, lowering his face dangerously close to her own. She looked away from him for a moment, the question being posed forced her face to blossom into a bright red once again. She bit into her lower lip as her pale blue eyes returned back up to his own. Her heart began pounding like a bass drum, and for the first time she'd acted without hesitation or forethought.

Impulse took over in that instant, nodding rather quickly in response to his question as her hands raised to either side of his scruffy cheeks, pulling herself up to meet her lips gently against his. Her left leg ran lightly along the length of his right, rubbing against him, her lips still pleasantly pressed against his, her chest rising and lowering in heavy motions from the satisfaction of the moment. Jamie allowed her hands to wander first to Kurt's shoulders, before moving down his arms, then finally rested against his chest. Her body shook with small, pleasure filled tremors, arms riddled with goosebumps.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

No sass, no yelling, no indulgent cries of misogyny.

This was much easier.

There was no hesitation on his part either, no waiting or stopping to consider what he was doing. The heat of her lips pressed against his own, her leg slowly moving against his. The hand at her thigh slowly slid up, his fingers pressing and gently massaging her skin. His other palm slipped beneath the small of her back, fingers stretching out beneath her until he could half lift her up and against himself, pushing her further against his lips in a slow kiss.

The small quivering tremors that surged through her only encouraged him, pressing him forward and propelling him further down the path he had set them both on.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Jamie exhaled a deep sigh, her lips shaking in the heat of the moment she shared with Kurt. He was gentle with his hands and gestures, leaving her feeling weak in his arms. The girl shifted her hands from his chest to beneath his shirt, clawing their way slowly up from behind, lightly running the tips of her nails up, then down the length of his back. Her voice broke the momentary silence, though there were no words. Instead, in its' place were short whimpers of enjoyment.

Her eyes opened for a moment to watch him, a smile forcing its' way upon her face for just a second, before returning to embrace his lips with her own. Jamie slid her legs up, wrapping them around his hips to lock their bodies together. He would feel just a slight increase in pressure as her fingers dug into the soft skin between his shoulder blades. She'd lost control of her hesitation and reluctance to play into his game. If this was what it felt like to lose, she was happy being the runner up.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]