Title: Come Undone

Author: MelissaBlack13

Characters: Jaina Solo, Jagged Fel, Han and Leia Solo

Time Period: Post-NJO, Pre-DNT

Genre: Romance, angst, humor, drama, etc.

Disclaimer: It's a George Lucas world. We're all just living and playing in it.

Author's Note: Set between the end of NJO and the beginning of the DNT, this story will consist of several posts containing my versions of the first of Jaina's and Jag's "desperate rendezvous" and the last. I'm not really sure how many posts there will be, how long they'll be, when I'll post them, etc. etc. This plot bunny has been on my mind for some time and I had to post it. So this first post is pretty mushy, get your drool buckets ready!! I hope you all enjoy and don't forget to review to tell me what you thought and if I you think I should continue! Thanks!

Come Undone

I've seen myself in a thousand faces

Strung out on life's path

I would add up what you mean to me

But I cannot do the math

And this fashionista's garden party

Well I've had enough of that

'Cause the only one I come undone for is you

Yes the only one I come undone

"Come Undone" by Vanessa Carlton

Part 1: Chapter 1

The X-Wing's repulsorlifts engaged, halting the descent of the fighter and letting it land almost soundlessly on the platform. A man dressed in all black stood nearby, his figure bathed in the early morning rays of Mon Calamari's sun. His sharp eyes never left the ship as it touched down but he made no move towards it even as the pilot popped open the canopy. He stood as still as a statue; arms at his sides, features as hard as durasteel. The imperceptible twitch in his cheek was the only outward indication of his impatience, his anxiousness.

The pilot, a small figure in a regulation orange jump suit, hurriedly leapt down from the X-Wing. For a moment, both of them just stood staring each other down until the pilot made the first move. She tore off her flight helmet, revealing the striking features of a young woman, and let it fall carelessly to the ground as she flew into the man's now open and waiting arms. As he lifted the petite woman off her feet and twirled her around, his previously stoic expression was cast away and replaced by an exuberant grin that mirrored the one on his companion's face.

He finally set her down on the platform but neither made a move away from each other, instead taking each other in as one inhales deeply after being underwater. The man took hold of the woman's face, gently stroking her porcelain cheeks as he wiped away a tear that had managed to escape her brandy colored eyes. She laughed softly and blinked away the rest of her tears; her bright smile never leaving her face and her eyes never leaving his.

The man sighed contentedly, readjusting his arms to grip her waist. "You are indeed a sight for my sore eyes, Jaina Solo," Jagged Fel said, his deep green eyes shining with emotion. "I've missed you. More than you could possibly imagine."

The beautiful warrior that was Jaina Solo arched a suggestive eyebrow up at him, her expression now coy. "I don't know. I can imagine quite a bit," she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck.

And when that slow half-smile, the one that Jaina knew was for her eyes only, spread across Jag's handsome features, she felt her knees grow weak and suddenly her arms around his neck was the only thing holding her up.

"I could show you better than I could tell you," he retorted huskily, his warm breath comforting on her skin and his lips an inviting hairsbreadth away from hers.

"Then by all means—," Jaina gasped softly as Jag's lips took possession of her own. She made a noise of pleasure as she leaned into the kiss and willingly surrendered her mouth to the explorations of Jag's sinful tongue. He in return pulled her as close to him as possible, her curves melting into the ridged contours of his body.

It had been too long since she had felt this way. Too long since she had felt this alive, felt this happy, this loved. It had been 4 months since the end of the war; 4 never-ending months since the last time that she and Jag had laid eyes on each other, had held each other in their arms. While nothing could mare their relief that the vicious war that had cost them so many family members and friends was over, the realization that their different obligations would send them on their separate ways was bittersweet for the two lovers.

It was only through pure luck that they had even managed this rendezvous at all. For the first few months, Jag's position as Chiss liaison to the Galactic Alliance had kept him in the Unknown Regions undergoing diplomatic training. In fact, it had only been last month that he had finally come back, setting up shop on the temporary Alliance capital Mon Calamari. However, a reunion with Jaina had been impossible at the time, as she had been on a military clean-up assignment on Obroa-skai. Until now, their temporary means of communications had been through holo letters and messages. Once or twice they had managed a live holo call but the calls were brief and a sad replacement for being in each other's presences.

Their passionate embrace ended abruptly, leaving both Jaina and Jag gasping for air. Instead of stepping away from each other though, they gripped each other fiercely; Jaina's face pressed against Jag's chest and his chin resting a top her head.

"I've thought about this moment so many times," she confessed, after a moment's silence. Her voice was slightly muffled and yet Jag understood her perfectly.

"And has it lived up to your expectations so far?" he asked her, pressing a kiss into her dark hair.

Jaina pulled her head away and looked up at him. "It's surpassed them all," she whispered, tightening her grip on him. And it was true. Because, for Jaina, all the daydreams and late night fantasies in the galaxy could not compare with the sheer bliss of being in the arms of this man.

Through the Force, Jaina felt Jag swell with emotion and he dipped his head to kiss her again. It was a sweet kiss; nowhere near as intense as the first one and yet Jaina felt her body hum with pleasure from the very curves of her lips to the tips of her toes.

When the kiss ended, their foreheads came to rest against each other's. Jaina opened her eyes to find Jag's staring back at her, filled to the brim with emotion. It stirred something deep inside of her to realize that she was the reason he was no longer the grim and impassive man she met five years ago on Ithor.

He smiled again and placed a lingering kiss on her mouth before pulling away. Before Jaina could protest at this lack of physical contact, Jag's hands connected with her gloved ones and he slid her flight gloves off until there was no barrier separating them. Her slim fingers entwined naturally with his.

"So, are you ready to begin your vacation, Goddess?" he asked playfully.

"Absolutely," Jaina said. "Although I'm sure he shouldn't have, I'm glad Wedge let me have the leave." Sometimes it paid to have your boyfriend's uncle as your superior officer.

"Ah, yes," Jag considered. "Remind me to thank him sometime much, much later," he said, planting a kiss on her forehead.

Jaina smirked up at him. "And exactly what is going to be occupying so much of your time, Ambassador Fel?"

"You," responded Jag shamelessly. His smoldering gaze held the promise of great things to come and Jaina shivered from its intensity. He was the only man who could make her blush and when his hot gaze appreciatively swept up and down her body she almost felt like she was sixteen again.

"Well," she breathed, having to tear her eyes away from his for a moment to compose herself. "I guess we should get going then."

"Wait, don't you have any luggage or anything?" he asked, his eyes searching her person as if she had a bag tucked away in her flight suit.

"Oh, you're right." Jaina gestured her hand towards her ship and reached out with the Force. A small pack rose out of the X-Wing and came to rest in her arms.

"Packing lightly I see," Jag commented wryly.

Jaina gave him her best imitation of her father's lopsided grin. "I didn't foresee myself requiring much to wear on this trip."

She could have sworn she heard Jag moan at her words but she couldn't be sure. He did however, clutch her waist again and pull her against him.

"Did I mention how much I missed you?" he asked, his usually perfectly controlled voice hoarse with desire.

"Maybe," Jaina replied faintly, getting caught up again by his proximity. "I could use a reminder though."

No more words were spoken again for some time as their lips met again. As Jaina wound her hands into Jag's short hair, neither of them gave any indication of hearing her bag as it hit the platform.

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Jaina let out a low whistle as the door slid open and she stepped inside Jag's apartment. "The GA gave you this?" she asked, looking back at him incredulously.

Jag, who despite Jaina's protests was chivalrously carrying her small pack, shrugged, his expression one of discomfort as he surveyed his rather opulent residence. "I must admit, when they said they were giving me accommodations I never expected anything so…" he hesitated trying to find the right word.

"Lavish?" Jaina supplied.

"Over-the-top was what I was thinking," Jag said, dropping her bag onto an ostentatious looking nerf hide sofa. "I'm sure it is no more than a sad political ploy to try and make me feel comfortable."

"Uh oh, you're starting to think like a politician, Jag," Jaina quipped, poking him teasingly. "Soon, you'll be one of them."

Jag shuddered; real or fake, Jaina wasn't sure. "Please, don't even joke about that."

Jaina made a sad face at him. "Aww, I'm sorry, flyboy. Forgive me?" she asked, winding her arms around his neck and pouting up at him.

Jag appeared to consider it. "I might need some convincing," he finally said, a mischievous glint in his emerald eyes.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Okay…How's this?"

Without much warning she grabbed the back of his head and dragged it down to meet hers. Their lips clashed aggressively, both of them fighting for control, neither of them the type to back down, even to each other. Jag's tongue demanded entrance to Jaina's mouth, but she denied him every time he tried to advance. Finally, he grew tired of her resistance and dragged his lips from hers and instead focused his attentions on her throat. Jag shifted the fabric of her flight suit and began to tortuously nibble of the tender flesh around her collarbone, one of his favorite spots.

Jaina could feel herself coming undone. Jag's tongue attacked a particularly sensitive spot and she moaned uninhibitedly, arching her neck to allow him better access. She knew wouldn't be able to last much longer.

"Jag?"

"Mmff."

"Which way…to the bedroom?" she asked breathlessly, her eyes half-closed as a wave of desire threatened to drown her.

He didn't even answer her. Instead, he effortlessly picked her petite form off the ground and carried her bridal style in the direction of the master bedroom. And though Jaina did not care for the manner of travel, Jag's warm mouth covering her own silenced any protest she could have made.

And that's the end of the first chapter!! Like it? Love it? Hate it? Let me know! Please leave a review!! XD