Miss Me?

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He smiled at her, lazily turning on the bed and letting the covers slip a tad lower. "Have fun, don't be too distracted."

Kurt offered her a wink, seeing the smirk cross her face before she headed out the door and left him alone. As soon as she was gone Kurt laid back on the bed, closing his eyes and slipping his arms beneath his own head. He stretched slightly, flexing his muscles and taking in a deep breath of air. It was early still, and he could stand to get a few more hours of sleep, perhaps for a few more hours. As he lay there Kurt thought about the past, about how he had met Jamie, about how he had made it here and for a brief moment about where they would go.

It left a smile on his face as he fell asleep, a wide one.

Two hours alter he awoke again, this time to the sounds of birds chirping and the sun directly in his face. In the distance he could hear guards drilling, calling roll and marching about. A yawn caught his throat, and once again The Courier stretched before quickly slipping out of the bed. He found his wayward clothes, though really only bothered with the pants before beginning to head towards his backpack. From it he pulled the datapad that he had brought, turning back towards the bed before suddenly stopping.

His eyes caught on her dresser, his lips turning into a smile. Should he?

Yes. Yes he should.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Jamie's eyes darted down as Kurt slipped the sheets just far enough to tease her with an excitable sight. A swath of pink rose to her cheeks as she nodded rather quickly and scurried out of the room, promptly closing the door behind her. Her day would then be consumed with an arduous 4 mile run down and up Clone's Trail alongside Keira, attempting to keep up with her teacher as well as the clones. That in and of itself was always a challenge. Some days she was able to do so, others she fell a few paces behind and ended somewhere along the middle of the pack. From there she moved on to two hours of rest and meditation by a cliff edge overlooking the massive valley beneath the Spaarti facility.

Combat training would come well after lunch, having been given some time to recoup some stamina and energy. This would consist of sparring drills with Keira, both hand and footwork, baton and vibrosword training, and lastly they would focus on techniques to slip out of various types of restraints, chains, and other binds. Towards the end of the day the two would close out the session by practicing her focus with the Force, manipulating objects and controlling their behavior. This was where Jamie constantly found herself to struggle. She was seemingly inept when it came to telekinesis and it frustrated to her to no end. These were always the toughest days for her, times where she simply wanted to give up the idea of learning how to utilize the Force and simply learn to wield a lightsaber.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

It wasn't invading her privacy or anything, he'd done enough already anyway, no, this was something else. It was just curiosity, yes, curiosity. A wide smirk carried on his face as he wandered over towards the dresser, fingers gingerly darting over the neat wooden construction. It was quite the beautiful piece of art, likely picked out by Keira and not by Jamie, he doubted that any of the furniture had been picked by Jamie in fact. He mused on that for a moment more before his hands locked around two of the handles.

The first drawer slid open, revealing a mass of neatly folded pants.

He dug through them for half a moment, pulling them free and unfurling them just to look. There was no surprise that quite a few of them were meant for exercise and training, most of them being quite stretchy and he imagined comfortable. A smile pulled across his face as he recognized one of the pairs, the small tears at the fringe of the waistband and the tiny hole on the inner right thigh tipping him off.

With a silent, innocent whistle, Kurt refolded the pants that he had picked up, placing them back into the drawer and moving on to the next.

He repeated the process twice more, finding shirts and tops in the one below and then below that finding more winterized clothing. The latter surprised him, mostly because Cartao was a rather temperate world and he hadn't thought that Jamie left often, though apparently that wasn't entirely correct. He mused on that as he closed the third drawer, dropping to a squat to reach the last one. He pulled it open, a smirk rolling across his face as his fingers gingerly dipped and scooped up a band of fitted lace. "Well."

Kurt said with a wide smile, looking at the unfurled bit of cloth.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

There was but an hour or so remaining in the day before the sunlight fell over the treeline and she would be free to return home for the evening. Hopefully with any luck Kurt was paying attention to that and not doing anything foolish that might encapsulate his attention and distract him from making himself scarce from the guard patrols that would wander passed the building in thirty minute intervals on near millisecond accuracy. With the remaining time Jamie had taken it upon herself to use the spring that could be found at the base of the mountain. The cool range water that pooled into the large spring was invigorating. It served to relax her muscles after a day of difficult exercise while washing away much of the grime and sweat built up throughout the afternoon.

It was a quiet, peaceful area, surrounded by brightly flourishing trees and flora. A number of birds perched upon branches high up above, chirping to one another in hopes to find a mate. Jamie sat quietly alone, looking up at the bright magenta and tangerine colored horizon, the sun beginning to fall and give way to dusk. A soft yawn rose from her chest as she relaxed, the sound of slow moving water and an occasional breeze brushing against the leaves of the trees above and behind the only break in silence to be had. Cartao wasn't home, but it could be far worse. It was made better simply by Kurt's presence. A presence she'd hoped was making itself busy.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Well this was proving far more interesting than he had originally thought it would be. There was far more lace, and far more frills than he had expected at first. Somehow he had thought that Jamie would have gotten more conservative, the training she underwent daily surely requiring something slightly more...covering. Despite that, Kurt couldn't help but grin as he dropped another, now unfolded, piece of lace and cloth back into the drawer.

"Hellooo." Kurt said quietly as he leaned forward.

The corner of his eye caught something suspicious, or perhaps delightful. At first he thought it might have been a mistake, something that she had meant to throw out, but as he pulled closer and slipped his index finger within the band of string and lifted the article of cloth out of the drawer he couldn't help but let out a slightly louder whistle. His other hand came up, gingerly grasping the other end and extending out the article. For a second he thought there was a tear within the fabric, a slight rip, but then suddenly he his eyebrows raised to the top of his forehead.

"Oh." The Courier said. "Oh my."

The realization struck him, a smirk spreading wide across his lips as he stifled a chuckle, his eyes suddenly growing more mischievous than the trickster gods. Kurt grinned from ear to ear, wandering over to his backpack, still holding the bit of cloth. From it he pulled a tiny piece of flimsy and a pencil.

A quick note was scrawled across the paper, four quickly printed words. His fingers dabbled for a moment as he folded the note and then perfectly slipped it between the cloth strings, almost tying it around the note. With a sly grin Kurt then deposited the string directly atop the contents of the drawer, sliding it close and moved back over the bed. He settled back into the soft mattress, his hands behind his head, his eyes closed, and a wide, satisfied smirk on his face.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Two hands pressed down against the soft soil above the springs. Muscles flexed as Jamie lifted herself from the water, excess liquid running quickly down her slender body to her feet where it created a small pool. A few quick shakes of her head forced away most of the water from her hair, leaving it damp as she began her walk back towards the complex. The air was warm, slightly humid, allowing the girl to dry herself off for the most part simply by making the trek back home.

Jamie would have contacted Kurt on the walk back, had she brought his Mp3 player with her, though she had decided to leave it with him in case he had wanted to listen to the music she had slowly added to over the months. Some of her favorite songs included Space Story, We Are Never Ever Going To Hyperspace Together, Wildest Visions, The HoloBook Of Us, Welcome To Zeltros, Out Of The Voids, Lethan, and Back To New Years Fete. It may not have been his style, but she would often find herself jamming out to some combination of those songs on a near ritualistic daily basis.

As she approached the building she spotted her teacher as expected, finishing up some last minute drills outside. A short waive and she would head for the door. The sun, as if on cue, would pass below the treeline. If Kurt were paying attention, he would hopefully know that she would be back momentarily.

Minutes later the door would open, heavy durasteel creaking under its' own weight as the blonde stepped through the main doorway that lead to the living quarters. There weren't any guards congregated nearby, so that was certainly a good start. Perhaps the man had succeeded in staying quiet and out of sight for the day. Still, before they could really share any time together she desperately needed to shower. The spring was relaxing, but it was hardly cleansing.

Her small hand twisted the door to her room and she slowly swung it open.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He noted the sun setting out of the corner of his eyes, his gaze quickly falling towards the door.

It was almost as if she were on cue, walking into the play right when she was supposed to. Kurt couldn't help but smile as he saw that doorknob begin to turn. His heart skipped for half a second, his muscles tensing and his eyes narrowing. There was a slight bit of apprehension, as the door swung open and revealed Jamie standing there.

Her hair was a slight mess, her clothes clung to her from sweat, there was mud on her boots, and Kurt thought she'd never looked more beautiful.

Kurt grinned from ear to ear, not a silly grin, not that mischievous grin, but a grin that told of true mirth and joy, happiness. He was eager to have her back, eager to leave with her in the morning. He knew that it wouldn't be forever, knew that he would have to bring her back, but excitement clung to his chest. He wanted her. He wanted her so badly that he could barely contain himself, struggling not to leap off the bed and run at her. Somehow he managed to resist the temptation, locking his knees into place so that he wouldn't grab her and press her against that closed door.

"Hey, Beautiful." Kurt said, his gaze falling onto her, that smile hopefully pulling her in.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

The door was pushed closed behind her. Four fingers pressing behind her back against the wood until the latch clicked. That same hand lifted and twisted the lock, ensuring that they would not be inadvertently disturbed, though she would need to promptly freshen up. The smell of the day's activities fresh in her nose and on her body made her feel uncomfortable, especially around Kurt. Jamie couldn't help but smile however, when Kurt greeted her with a term so unfitting of her current appearance. It was sweet, endearing, but ultimately false. She was well aware of her rather repugnant smell and looks.

"Hi." A hushed, shy reply would carry through the distance between the two to Kurt's ears. "I-" Her eyes darted towards the washroom, "Need to clean up a bit" Her lips thinned a bit, "I'm not very presentable right now."

It was clear that she valued his opinion of her, and that looking and smelling as she did made her feel less than acceptable to be near him. It was different with Kurt. Around Keira, and the men she trained with that was the norm. Every smelled equally and there was no expectation of anything otherwise. In fact, if you failed to carry that same odor, you were considered to have taken a personal day. With Kurt, she wanted to look, smell, and feel her best for him.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He smiled at her, that same charming, confident smile. His eyes fell up and down her, not evaluating, not judging, but appreciating. He didn't care if Jamie had run three marathons and hadn't bathed for four days, he didn't care if she thought herself utterly repugnant, she wasn't to him, never would be. She stood by the door, clearly eyeing the refresher that was at the other end of the room. Before she could move over there Kurt stood up, his legs swinging off the bed as he launched himself to his feet in one smooth, almost liquid movement.

The Courier closed the distance between them with an amazing amount of speed, an eagerness in his step that most would not have pinned to the man. On his way over to her he stepped on his shirt, half launching it into the air as his foot kicked it away.

Before she could completely move away Kurt had her ensnared. His arms would come up, his hands circling onto her hips, his fingers pressing into his skin and his bare chest pushing against hers. He smiled down at her, baby blue eyes full of joy, mirth, and mischief. Before she could even think of objecting, before her lips opened far enough to utter another word Kurt came down and kisses her. With a slight press of his body The Courier backed Jamie up and against the door, holding her lips as his tongue flicked over her own.

Any protests were immediately silenced.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Kurt seemed more like a predator after fleeing prey than he did a man in that instant. Any hope she had of making it to the washroom was immediately denied as he quickly and fiercely made his way to her, pressing her forcefully against the door she had only moments ago closed. His lips set against hers, his tongue gently massaging her own, and despite her best attempts to speak he simply disallowed it. A few incredibly uncomfortable moments would pass for her as she was torn between the pleasure of his embrace and the repulsiveness of her own filth.

"Kurt I-" She tried to speak, but again was silenced by the soft protest of his lips against hers. Her hands would lightly paw at his bare chest, attempting to gently push him back just far enough so that she could speak freely.

"I need to shower. I look and smell awful." She missed him, truly and sincerely, but she also took immense pride in her overall appearance, especially when it came to him. Anything less than vibrant made her feel unsatisfactory for him. "I just need like five or ten minutes and then I'm yours."

The blonde would step around to the side, her hands brushing against and around Kurt's chest as she moved toward the washroom. "I'll even leave the dressing part for after, okay?" Perhaps that would entice him enough to let her take care of business first.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He smiled at her, letting her depart from his lips. "Finnnneee."

His tone was mocking, clearly not all that disappointed or particularly upset. Instead he smiled smiled, his eyes wandering from her, then briefly towards the dresser. The mischief returned to his eyes as she wandered towards the refresher, pulling off her clothes as she went. Briefly he wondered what she had told Keira, or rather, if she had told Keira that she would be leaving tomorrow. The thought brought half a bit of worry to him, and he wasn't entirely sure where it came from.

Kurt's eyes closed as a deep breath entered his lungs.

His confidence had momentarily slipped. Not because of her slight push back against him, but the spike of worry he had momentarily felt. His gaze followed Jamie until the very last second, his head tilting to the side as he attempted to ponder his own thoughts. Quickly that went away however, his head shaking as he returned to the bed and sat down on it's edge. The Courier allowed himself to flop back down upon it, skin touching the soft comforter atop it.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

With the door closed to the washroom behind her, clothes scattered about between the bedroom and washroom the blonde set straight to ridding herself of the evidence derived from the day's events. It would only take Jamie a few minutes alone to cleanse her body and leave her feeling both rejuvenated, and presentable to Kurt. Her mood instantly brightened as she closed the door to the refresher, bare feet returning to cool tile flooring beneath her. In the mirror she studied herself for a minute or two, carefully plucking a few stray hairs from her brows, ensuring perfect symmetry. Her golden hair was a bit of a curled mess, loosely hanging about her face in a variety of ways, though for now she would simply wait for the locks to dry naturally.

With a pleased sigh she turned, once again opening the door, her hands held high and against either side of the door frame,one knee slightly bent to give an angled stance to her body as she looked over at Kurt, still entirely unclothed, a small smile on her face.

"Much better now." She said with exuberance, her lower lip folding beneath white teeth as she stood in the doorway.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Kurt slowly turned his head, his eyes falling on her. Slowly The Courier looked her up and down with that same look carrying through his eyes. There was that same want, that same need, that same fierce desire that he had held as soon as she closed the doors. He wanted her, that much was clear, he wanted her no matter her state, no matter how sweaty or tired. He always wanted her. His teeth sunk into his lower lip, no nerves pulling through him, but pure animal desire.

Slowly, very slowly Kurt crooked his finger.

His excitement was clear, his eyes purely for her, his gaze entirely focused on his woman within the doorway.

It was like he was paralyzed by her, unable to move, unable to even speak. Kurt was enthralled, trapped within her eyes and the scape of her body. It was a strange feeling. The momentary worry that he had felt moments ago was completely gone. All thoughts of being thrown out, all ideas of not being able to leave with Jamie being completely gone. They were entirely replaced with a want for her, a need for her to be close to him, to feel her lips and hear her whisper.

Kurt felt alive.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Ever so slowly the dimples on her cheeks appeared, her lips forming a seductive smirk. One hand let go of the frame on the door, her finger pointing towards her chest, and though she spoke, the word was entirely silent, though Kurt could easily read Jamie's lips as she said the single word.

Me?

A few steps forward and she would make it to the edge of the bed where the man she was so entranced by sat, hunger in his eyes, mischievous thoughts in his head. The blonde propped her hands down on to his thighs and leaned towards him. Tilting her head to the side Jamie pressed her lips sweetly against his, nothing more than a light, tantalizing kiss meant to both excite and tease Kurt.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

His hand swept up and onto her skin, fingers interlacing and locking within wet blonde locks of hair. He pulled her into a deeper kiss, his other palm gently sailing across the expanse of her stomach and across her side, eventually settling on the small of her back.

There was a joy in him in that moment.

It went beyond his clear excitement, beyond his want and desire for her, it was a simple joy. It was the joy of getting what you wanted, of receiving the thing you had dreamed of for so long. There was a satisfaction in that, something that was ordinarily impossible to achieve. Kurt felt a glow within his chest, a rasp of strength that he had not thought would come to him ever again. He felt the thrill of being in the race, the joy of winning, the mirth of being the one and only.

It was an odd feeling, and it made him all the more passionate.

His fingers scrunched slightly, his hand tightening as he pulled her closer and his other hand sailed lower, grasping the ample curve that it found and pulling Jamie closer.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Kurt would be able to feel the swell of her chest as his prey drew in a sudden breath of excitement. The caress of his hands, the feel and taste of his lips, the pleasure in their tongue play, it evoked an incredible amount of ferocity within her that was only invoked by his presence and touch. Her voice, soft and desperate, whispered his name into his ear. Her own hands shifted from his thighs to his shoulders as she climbed on top of him, knees resting atop the bed on either side of Kurt's waist the moment his palm found her backside.

Behind those blue eyes a fire burned. Beginning with a spark that only Kurt could provide, in mere moments it would become a wildfire, spreading over her body in such a fashion that she could hardly feel herself in control of her own actions. Jamie enjoyed his every response to her, from the gesturing of what he wanted, to the forceful yet delightful taking of it. Everything he wanted from her was everything she wanted to give to him. To be the shoulder he could lean on, to sate the burning desires he had, and to be the one he could share himself with.

As she rocked her hips in a devilish way her head leaned low, pulling against the lobe of Kurt's ear with her teeth to antagonize him.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He lost himself within her.

The touch of her hands, the breath on his neck, the feeling of her skin against his. There was a magic too it, entrancing and completely enthralling. For the life of him he could not understand it nor comprehend it, all he knew in that moment was that he wanted her. It was all forgotten, all put to the back of his mind. His past, his present, his future, the run that he was on and the way that Jamie and Kaile had supported him within it. All he could think of, all he could pay attention to was her.

He felt the nibble at his ear, the heavy breath as her fingernails dug into his chest.

"I can't wait to get you away from here." Kurt whispered into her ear, his fingers tightening in her hair and his other hand grasping at curved flesh. "I like it more when you're l-"

His words were interrupted by a hard kiss on his lips, Jamie silencing him and bringing his thoughts to a close. She took control, her hands wandering, her hips wiggling, and her face turning into a wide grin as Kurt completely lost all traces of thought.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Quiet laughter broke the silence within the room. The girl laying beside Kurt glided her nose across his, accenting her satisfaction with a kiss on his cheek and a warm smile. It seemed somehow, despite the strangest of circumstances and most unlikely of events they had somehow made this karked up situation work for the two of them. It was far from perfect or ideal, but for Jamie it was about as much as she could ask for and of Kurt.

"I'm excited." She said with a glimmer in her eye. The idea of spending true and actual free time with him was what she wanted more than anything else right then. "For tomorrow, that is." She'd made mention of taking a few days to take in some sights and recharge her batteries to Keira, and was met with nothing but encouragement.

A curious glance around the room found its' destination back on Kurt, her legs lightly grazing against his beneath the covers they shared.

"So, how'd you entertain yourself today while I was gone?"

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

His pants had somehow flown onto the dresser, half hanging off of it while turned inside out. Jamie had been rather...forceful in removing those, though he hadn't truly minded. Laying with her now, his hand gently resting on her hip while the other scooped beneath his header under the pillow.

Kurt couldn't help but smile at her.

It was a goofy smile, one that spoke volumes about how he felt and how happy he was to be there. His eyes watched her every move, following the twitch of her lips, the bright glow of joy in her eyes, the cute little dimples that formed as she smiled at him. He found her irresistible, alluring. He leaned forward and kissed her, a small peck on her lips before slowly withdrawing. "Oh, you know."

Suddenly that mischief returned to his eyes.

"This and that." He smiled, eyes flickering away from her for a moment. "Nothing really eventful."

 

[Jamie Pyne]

There was something suspicious in Kurt's voice. She could hardly put her finger on it, but it was there. He would see her curious blues staring up at him from where she lay. Her throat would give a small humm as she kept her eyes fixated on him for a few lingering moments.

"It hardly looks like you did anything. You didn't wander around, did you?"

For the life of her she couldn't see anything that had been shifted, moved, or otherwise out of place. Perhaps Kurt was just extraordinarily respectful of her things and anything he had used or touched was carefully replaced. That's not to say she'd mind if he had, it was just curious that there was more or less no trace of him having been in her room all day. Perhaps that was a good thing. After all, they weren't looking to broadcast his presence here.

Her hair had mostly dried by that point which gave her the idea to find one of the clasps on her dresser to put her hair up to avoid both bed head and pesky snarls and knots in the morning when she'd have to spend even longer curling the naturally wavy hair she possessed. Lithe legs slipped from under the sheets and placed feet on the cool floor. A small shiver ran up her body as she made her way over towards the dresser. There was a short burst of laughter and shake of her head as she picked up Kurt's pants, tossing them to the floor beside the bed.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]