Written for the 'First Time' prompt in a Ten Genre meme. Usual disclaimers apply.

He wakes up in the morning and she's still there and he's not...entirely sure what he's meant to do.

Sure, it's happened before. But that was with women who weren't Jaina Solo, and Kyp has long since come to the conclusion that Jaina Solo is not like other women, so the usual recurring one night stand procedure doesn't apply here.

Or maybe it does. Kyp isn't sure what situation is worse, now.

She's still asleep. Usually she makes a point of getting up before him and out of the bedroom, if not out of the apartment entirely, but for some reason now she's still asleep and Kyp is starting to panic a little because what the hell is he meant to do?

"Durron," she mumbles, eyes still closed. "Shut up and go to sleep."

He debates telling her that he hadn't actually been saying anything, but she'll probably hit him if he does.

So he does, and she does and he's halfway through the process of complaining when he realises she's actually asleep again and has been for some time – probably hit him while she was under, in fact – and while he's definitely an ass, he's not awful enough to wake her up (especially not when that frown between her eyebrows has almost smoothed out).

There's no going back to sleep now, not with that one word (why?) swirling around his mind, niggling at him. He distracts himself with her instead, the uncomplicated expression on her face, the spill of hair over the line of her shoulder, the fact that somehow between last night and this early morning he's apparently turned into a complete sap.

The worst part, he thinks, is that he doesn't really mind. He's in deep, now, and he doesn't know that he wants to find a way out.

Then sun (he forgets which, for the moment) rises slowly, and it's the light creeping across her face that slowly wakes her, face screwing up in irritation at the intrusion. There's a pause, and then she stiffens, freezing up; Kyp prepares himself to get punched in the face on reflex but then her eyes open and she takes in the sight of him, the expression on her face almost...considering.

He watches, waits – it's her move here, and that's all he really can do until she makes it – until eventually the tension runs out of her frame and she sits up, pretending like she's not entirely aware of the fact that she's naked.

He's never seen her in the light of the morning like this; he takes full advantage of the opportunity, conscious of the fact that he may not get another chance.

"Morning," she says, after a bit.

There are several ways he could handle this. By staying, she's made the first overture; by speaking, she's made the second. He can acknowledge that this is unusual, strange, bring it out into the open, or he can...

"Isn't it?" he replies easily, lazy smirk crossing his lips as his eyes rake over her body.

Or he can pretend that it's the norm, and maybe then it will be

She punches him, then, but it's not in the face so Kyp considers this one a victory.

He kisses her, then. That one, he thinks, can be a tie.