A/N: I figured it was time to upload something since Joking Around is on hold until I A-get some time to play Noveria again, and B-feel like writing it. Ha, well the first chapter of this is kinda short. The next one's like four pages though. I think there's gonna be like five chapters but with big gaps in between some of them.

If I owned KOTORII I would've totally made the romance better, but as I don't own that awesome game, here's a story for it.

Doors

Chapter One: Luck

"Is this really necessary?" Ryn muttered as she closed her dark eyes. She was currently squashed on all sides. Behind her and to her right was the corner of a small storage closet. In front of her was a tall stack of large, metal crates. And finally, pressed against her right was the lean body of Atton Rand.

"You want to get eaten?" he asked cynically, referring to the gigantic pack of laigreks that banged at the door, demanding entrance.

"Not particularly. But why can't we just fight them?" she complained. Ryn Falken ran a hand through her short, dark hair, making it even messier than usual.

He turned his head to look at her and she was startled by how close his face was. His slightly longish nose, defined features, angular jaw and frowning lips were all just a few inches away. "Because, your majesty, you can barely move from exhaustion and wounds, I'm a bit banged up too, and we just ran out of medpacks. We're just gonna have to wait them out."

Ryn looked away with a huff. "Fine."

"It's not all bad, is it?"

She didn't reply; the smug grin in his voice told her it would be wiser not to do so. But he persisted.

"I'm here, right?" The pilot leaned back so his head rested on her knees. "And these little storage closet nooks are kinda cozy, y'know? I mean, who knows what sort of fun could happen—"

SMACK! She struck hard and fast, leaving a red hand mark across his glowering face. "I would've used the 'saber, but as you so politely pointed out, it's a tad bit cramped in here."

Atton stared at her for a moment and then, to her utmost surprise, he burst into laughter. "Oh yeah? I bet one day you'll be begging me to—"

WHUMP! The door shook from an outside impact.

They silenced immediately and the odd pair exchanged a look. The door was breaking, and fast. Atton surged to his feet, and, in an astounding display of gentlemanly behavior, offered his hand to assist Ryn to her feet.

Warily, she placed her hand in his surprisingly warm one; she imagined it was due to those strange gloves he always wore. Then, with an unexpected pull of strength, he pulled her to her feet. She blinked as she realized their faces were extremely close to one another. The smuggler grinned at her shock and quickly reddening face.

Without warning, he rushed forward and placed a tiny, teasing kiss on her mouth. As it was her first, Ryn found herself frozen in shock, even after he quickly pulled back. "Good luck, Falken," he said with a wink before reaching for her belt and holding out her lightsaber.

Ryn's eyes darkened even more and she snatched the 'saber out of his loose grip. She used one hand to push him off and the other to activate her viridian blade. "I don't need luck," she managed, her face burning crimson red.

"Who said I was talking about fighting?" he smirked as he brought up his blaster, with his chocolate eyes still locked on hers.

The door busted down. "Shut up and shoot, Rand."