A/N: This little nugget is a birthday gift to my good friend LexiLupin. And after the amazing fic she wrote for my birthday, I knew the pressure was on. If you haven't read that fic, check it out on her profile. And now...

Challenge or Confession: The Adult Version

45 ABY
Durron Apartment, Coruscant

It was a rare occasion that Jaina and Jag found themselves on Coruscant these days, and an even rarer opportunity that brought them to the apartment that Kyp and Gennevi shared for the evening. But alas, that's what the night had entailed as the four sat around the comfortable living room—Jaina and Gennevi occupying the plush couch while Jag and Kyp sat in overstuffed armchairs angled toward them—drinking all manner of alcoholic concoctions and catching up. It'd been just over a year since Kyp had completed Leyla's training and was afforded the luxury of returning to Coruscant fulltime and almost two years since the two couples had been on the same planet.

"So how is the wedding planning going?" Jaina asked, sipping happily from her fruity drink.

Gennevi laughed. "You'll have to ask your mother since she's doing most of it. I get consulted on almost everything, but she's doing the heavy lifting."

"It is her area of expertise," Jaina said.

"And for that I am grateful," the older woman added. "I told her to keep it simple. I don't want some elaborate ceremony with every politician and beaurocrat on Coruscant attending. Just a nice little gathering of family and friends. Let's just hope she listens."

Beside her, Kyp nodded. "I'm sure Han will be the voice of reason here. He won't let her get out of control."

Jaina snorted around her straw. "My father has never been able to stand up to my mom. Or me for that matter. He's a complete push-over when confronted by strong women."

"No man can ever stand up to his wife," Jag amended. He shot a look of faux sympathy to Kyp. "Prepare for that Durron. Once you take those vows, you lose the ability to say 'no.'"

With a charming smile Master Durron took his fiancé's hand and kissed her knuckles. "I've already been stripped of that capability."

Gennevi smiled at him and patted his cheek lovingly. "I've trained him so well," she laughed. "So how are the kids?"

The smiles that appeared on Jaina and Jag's faces were ones that every parent knew well. It was the smile that came as a reflex while thinking of one's children, no matter how old they got or how far away they traveled.

"Naviin is doing great. He's now lost five baby teeth which he keeps in a little jar in his bedroom," Jag reported.

Kyp shuddered. "That's a little gross."

"A little," Jaina agreed, "but it makes Navi happy, so we look passed that. Leyla was a little off-put by it when she stopped to visit last month, but Navi was so excited to show her. It was cute."

"Oh! Speaking of Leyla," Gennevi began, "she left something here the last time she was on-planet. She'll probably be on Ossus before she's back here, would you mind passing it along to her?" She disappeared from the living room and returned a few moments later, a small box clutched in her hands. "I found this after she left when I was cleaning up the guest room. She must have missed it when she was packing up her stuff."

Jaina took the box from her and looked at the font scrolling across the front. "Confession or Challenge: The Adult Version?"

"What?" Jag leaned closer to his wife and examined the offensive object. "Why does she have something like this?"

"It was a lifeday gift from one of her friends here at the Temple," Gennevi answered. "She met up with some people the one evening she was here. She showed me this when she returned. We looked through it and had a good laugh over some of the questions. They are quite…racy."

"Well obviously," Jaina snickered. Her fits of laughter were becoming more pronounced with each drink she had. Gennevi had never had the pleasure of seeing Jaina Solo-Fel drunk, but something told her tonight would change that.

"Why didn't I know about this?" Kyp asked.

Jaina paused in her perusal of the game's cards to shoot Kyp a look of utter bewilderment. "You really think your eighteen-year-old daughter is going to show you the sex game she got for her lifeday? What universe do you live in?"

"She shouldn't even have this game," Jag argued, tapping his fingers against the box.

"I agree." Kyp reached forward and plucked one of the cards out of Jaina's hands. "Using your choice of flavored syrup," he read, "write your initials across another player's chest then lick them off."

Jag threw back the rest of his whiskey and reached for the bottle for a refill. "She definitely should not have this game. She's not getting it back either."

"We should play!" Three sets of eyes regarded Jaina with emotions ranging from pure shock to confusion and amusement. She met each of their stares with a bemused look. "What? You're going to tell me you're not the least bit curious?"

"Not really," Jag said.

"I'm in." Gennevi took out the game's board and unfolded it across the table to create the larger playing area. One-by-one she pulled out four playing pieces and arranged them on the color-coded starting areas around the board.

Kyp was dumbfounded. "Really? You want to play this?"

"Sure. It sounds…interesting." The former colonel winked at her fiancé and smirked.

Kyp recognized that look in her eyes; he knew there was no use arguing with her when she was in this mood and—perhaps more importantly—in his past experiences, the results were usually very, very good for him. Still he had his reservations.

"Are we really going to do this?" Jag asked. He was on his third tumbler of whiskey and admittedly was beginning to feel the spirit's effects, but even with that bit of liquid courage his inhibitions were still in check.

Kyp laughed softly, swallowing the last of his ale. "I've gotta agree with Mr. Imperial here, I'm fifty-two years old and this game is made for twenty-somethings."

"Oh come on, Kyp. Where's your sense of adventure?" Jaina said. She and Gennevi worked quickly to set the game up on the caffetable, tossing the box and instructions aside. Surely two Jedi and two retired military officers could figure out a simple board game. Jaina quickly shuffled the cards into two separate piles, one stack showing "Challenge" and the other "Confession," while Gennevi assigned each of the players a color.

"Okay, you press the button and it will move your token to a colored square somewhere on the board," she explained. "When you land on a square marked 'Challenge' or 'Confession' you take the top card off the corresponding pile." She looked around at those gathered, laughing at the less than thrilled faces of her fiancé and Jag. To her right, Jaina was almost bouncing in her seat with unbridled excitement making Gennevi wonder just how much she had had to drink.

"So who goes first?" Jag asked.

"I say we start with the oldest," Jaina laughed.

"Or the youngest," Kyp countered.

Gennevi looked across the table at the chiseled features of Jagged Fel. "Why don't we just let the game decide?" She pressed a button in the center of the board causing the display screen to flash randomly through colors before settling on orange. "Well I guess that means I'm first." She pressed another button which displayed a random number before her oddly shaped, orange token moved forward to a blank space.

Deciding she was next, Jaina pressed the button and watched as her green piece joined Gennevi's. "This game is pretty boring so far," she pouted.

"How much have you had to drink?"

The Jedi knight and mother of two stuck her tongue out at her husband and laughed. "Your turn, Mr. Fel."

With a shake of his head and a grumble, Jagged Fel leaned forward and pressed the button. His blue token slid forward and came to rest on a square marked 'Confession.' He sighed audibly and reached for the card but Jaina filched it out of his grasp with a wicked grin.

"You must confess," she read, "have you ever watched an adult holofilm?" The resulting laughter covered the sound of Jag's groan.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch your answer," Kyp teased.

Jag squared his shoulders and let his eyes pass from one person to the next. "I said, yes. Of course I've watched an adult holofilm. Who hasn't?"

"Really?" Gennevi asked with exaggerated shock. "That kind of behavior is tolerated in the Empire of the Hand? Surely Grand Admiral Thrawn would have had some pointed remark about such things being a distraction to good military training."

"I don't know. I heard the Admiral had a thing for 'art,'" Jaina added. The resounding laughter was even louder than before.

"I don't know what you're laughing about." Jag nodded to his wife sitting beside him, "I've seen your collection and it puts mine to shame." Jaina had the good sense to blush before delving back into her drink.

"Okay, okay. My turn." Kyp depressed the button and watched his token move ahead two spaces. "Challenge," he groaned, grabbing the card and handing it to Gennevi.

"Your challenge—should you choose to accept it—is to kiss the person to your immediate right for no shorter than five seconds." She set the card to the side and grinned.

"My pleasure," Kyp purred. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Gennevi's, parting them slightly to allow his tongue to press between her lips.

"I'm fairly certain that was longer than five seconds," Jag laughed when the pair had finally parted.

"The card said five seconds minimum," Kyp pointed out.

Jaina laughed and prodded Gennevi's knee incessantly. "Your turn, Colonel Lassiter."

Gennevi eyed the other woman carefully, noting the glazed eyes and giddy smile on her face. "How drunk are you, Jaina?"

The Jedi pondered that for a moment as if the answer to that question were just beyond her grasp. It had been quite some time since she had consumed so much alcohol in such a short period of time and while it was definitely having an effect on her, Jaina found that tonight she really didn't care. "I would say that I am certifiably drunk," she laughed. "How about you?"

"Drunk enough," Gennevi lifted her cup in a toast.

"Getting tipsy," Kyp threw in.

"Sober as a Kaminoan."

Jaina laughed out loud at that. "Yeah, right. You're a little drunk, you're just hiding it well. But it doesn't matter. It's Gennevi's turn."

The former colonel's piece moved ahead four spaces leaving her on a Confession tile. She grabbed a card and handed it to Jaina who had apparently dubbed herself the group's spokeswoman.

"You must confess: what is the weirdest place you have ever had sex?"

Gennevi coughed loudly, her drink—mixed almost painfully with oxygen—being forced down her esophagus. "I uh…I don't really know."

"Come now, Colonel," Jag nudged, "I'm sure even you have a wild side."

She knew that if Jag was calling her out, then all bets were truly off tonight. "Well I would have to say…" three bodies leaned forward in expectation, "the cockpit of a flight simulator."

Jag sat back and knitted his brows together. "Really? I didn't think there would be enough room for two people one of those. At least not comfortably."

"Oh there is," she admitted. She took a moment to remember the crazy night that had led her and Gavin Darklighter, before he was Admiral Darklighter and merely Commander Darklighter, to cram themselves into the cockpit of a B-Wing simulator for a little privacy.

"Though I suppose the important question is, did you complete the mission?" Jaina asked. She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively before setting off into a fit of giggles.

"Oh yes…twice," Gennevi smiled. She could sense Kyp's discomfort beside her. Of course he knew about her affair with Gavin, but it was always awkward when the topic came up in discussion, which thankfully did not happen very often. Still, Gennevi was eager to change the topic. "Jaina's turn."

The younger Jedi pressed the button and watched her token move forward to yet another unmarked square. "This is rigged," she whined. "I don't get to do anything." Jag's turn provided the same outcome, thus moving on to Kyp.

After a press of the button, Kyp's piece moved forward six spaces. "Confession."

Taking the initiative before Jaina had the chance, Jag leaned forward and grabbed a card. "You must confess: have you ever had a sexual fantasy involving a member of another species." He tossed the card aside and smirked. "Who hasn't fantasized about a Twi'lek?" he asked.

"Really?" Jaina's eyebrows rose substantially. "Do tell, Jagged."

A slight blush rose to Fel's cheeks before he was able to divert the attention back to Kyp. "It's not my question. So…Kyp?"

"I'll admit it," the older man smirked. "I've had a few fantasies in my time involving females of a different species."

After a short silence, Gennevi laughed. "Well? Are you going to make us guess?"

"Would you like to?"

"No." Came the resounding answer.

"Fine," Kyp said. He took a lingering sip of his ale, drawing out the moment as long as possible. "I do have a certain proclivity for Devaronian females."

"Really?" Jag asked as Gennevi and Jaina seemed too dumbfounded to speak. "Is it the fur that does it for you? Or the pointy ears?"

Kyp shrugged. "Beats me. Just something I've always wondered about."

Suddenly Gennevi started laughing so hard that she nearly choked on her cocktail. Kyp reached over and patted her back lightly while she attempted to catch her breath.

"Sorry," she gasped. "It's just…is that why you bought me that robe?" Her inquisitive eyes met Kyp's and he blushed, just slightly but it was enough for her. "It is! Sweet Force!"

"Something you would like to share with the rest of the class, Master Durron?" Jaina asked with a giggle. Before Kyp could answer Gennevi jumped in.

"A few months ago he bought me this furry robe when we moved in together," she explained. "I thought it was to keep me warm after I got out of the shower, but apparently it has other uses."

"That's not why—"

"Wow, Durron," Jag interrupted. "I never knew you were so…"

"Kinky?" Jaina supplied with a wicked grin.

"Kinky? Me?" Kyp looked aghast. "I think you have me confused with someone far less awesome." He looked to his right with a roguish smile. "Your turn, my dear."

Gennevi's next turn left her on a blank square, which after her previous confession she was grateful.

Jaina pressed the button and watched as her token slid forward one space. "Finally!" she sighed. "Hand me a Challenge card, Jagged!"

Jag reached forward with a smirk and took the card. "Your challenge—should you choose to accept it—" his voice took on the false bravado that most game show hosts seemed to adopt, "is to kiss a member of the same sex." Even as the words left his mouth, Jag was torn between putting a stop to this madness and his eagerness to see what would happen. Jaina was pretty drunk at this point, and while it didn't happen very often, if anyone knew how rowdy Jaina Solo-Fel got when she drank it was her husband. He'd had nail marks on his back and shoulders for a week after her last lifeday celebration.

Jaina turned her attention to the woman sitting next to her as she climed to her knees on the couch. After taking a moment to steady herself on the spongy surface, she leaned in close until there was barely an inch separating their faces.

"Now," Jaina whispered, "let's see what Kyp raves about."

The kiss started out short and sweet, barely more than a peck on the lips, but Jaina could feel the excitement rolling off the men in the room and decided this was an opportunity not to be wasted. She cupped Gennevi's cheek in her palm and parted her lips slightly. The older woman followed suit and before long their tongues were dancing in a flurry of movement. It lasted less than ten seconds but it was enough to fuel fantasies for both Jag and Kyp for years to come. Jaina retook her seat and both women gave their respective partners sultry glances. They weren't stupid; Jaina could literally feel both Jag and Kyp's arousals spike, and even Gennevi—without the use of the Force—knew the guys were affected by their kiss. What hot blooded male wouldn't be?

"So…Jag's turn then?" Gennevi grinned and sipped at the last of her drink—her fourth of the night. She climbed to her feet and grabbed the pitcher off the bar and refilled both her and Jaina's drinks.

The former ambassador swallowed visibly and concentrated on the game at hand rather than the lingering image of his wife's tongue in another woman's mouth. He pressed the button and watched his token move toward a 'Confession' tile. His head dropped in anticipation of his next forced admission.

This time Kyp plucked a card from the pile and read it aloud. "You must confess: how old were you when you lost your virginity?" He laughed and tossed the cards aside. "And please provide details. Lots of details."

Jag would argue that it was the whiskey coloring his cheeks, not in any way a deep-seeded embarrassment given the raunchy nature of the question in juxtaposition to his conservative upbringing. The Chiss rarely discussed such things, and even now—nearly seven years after cutting all ties with the planet and people he'd grown up with—such frank discussion of sex still managed to color his cheeks. But that was all just speculation because it was the liquor that was turning his face and neck pink. That was his story and he was sticking to it.

"C'mon Fel," Gennevi encourage. "Spill your guts."

"Fine, fine. I was fifteen and a cadet at the Chiss military academy," he said.

Kyp scoffed. "Those aren't exactly details. What about her, assuming of course it was with a woman."

Jag's eyes narrowed, shooting a seething glaze at the Jedi Master. "Her name was Shawnkyr Nuruodo, she was a cadet as well and two years my junior."

"You always did have a thing for younger women," Jaina smiled wryly.

"So where did this elicit rendezvous take place?" Kyp asked. He could tell the younger man was uncomfortable and he relished every moment of it. "Your room or hers?"

"Mine," Jag confessed. "I had a higher rank than her and private quarters."

"And…how was it?" Gennevi pressed.

Once again that stupid pink coloring refused to leave Jag's face and neck. "It was…as to be expected. It was awkward and exciting and messy—"

"Messy?" Kyp laughed. "Nice description."

Jag's glower that was decidedly unamused. "And what about your first time, Master Durron?"

Kyp's finger wagged in the other man's direction. "Uh uh, it's not my turn."

"Play nice, you two," Jaina warned.

Jag pushed the board in Kyp's direction. "It's your turn now." Much to Jag's disappointment Kyp's play landed him on a blank square.

"Confession," Gennevi sighed as her piece came to rest on the appropriate square.

Jaina plucked a card from the pile. "You must confess: if you could give your partner one piece of advice about his or her style, what would it be?"

"What a question. Well," Gennevi started, sparing a glance at Kyp, "let me think." She knew immediately what she wanted to say, but she needed a moment to collect her thought and choose her words carefully. She turned to face him and took his hands in her own, giving Kyp the distinct feeling that he was about to be run through with his own lightsaber. "I love how sweet and gentle you are when we're…uh…together."

"You're supposed to be giving him advice, not stroking his ego," Jag mumbled.

Gennevi shot the other man a pointed gaze. "But," she continued, "sometimes it's okay to let loose. It's okay to lose control." She knew she was verging on dangerous territory here given Kyp's past and the rather unconventional circumstances surrounding Leyla's conception, but if she wasn't honest with him, Gennevi was certain he would know and probably call her out on it. She truly believed that he could find a way to be a little wild without going to the Dark Side. He just needed to trust himself to know the limits.

Surprisingly it wasn't Kyp that spoke, but Jaina.

"Couldn't agree more," she concurred, using the straw to suck up the last remaining drops of her fruity drink. "Sometimes wild, animalistic sex is really what you're looking for."

"Exactly." Gennevi nodded emphatically before turning back to Kyp. "Especially if you employ that little…pivot thing you do so well."

Jaina groaned drawing everyone's attention. "That was always one of my favorites," her voice took on a throaty tone as she was no doubt reliving her brief and informal apprenticeship with Kyp. She shook her head, bringing her somewhat glazed eyes back to her present company. "Does he still do the thing with his tongue and your earlobe?"

This time it was Gennevi who groaned. "He does. And I love the way his—"

"Okay," Jag coughed dramatically, halting all conversation. He wasn't about to be a willing audience member for Kyp Durron's Greatest Sex Moves. "So whose turn is it?"

"My turn." Jaina had the good sense to blush as she leaned forward to press the game's button. Admittedly discussing the sexual prowess of your ex—who also happened to be the father of your first child—in front of your husband and the father of your second child was probably not a good idea. Her piece moved ahead four spaces and rested upon a 'Confession' tile.

"You must confess: have you ever had sex in a public place? If so, did you get caught?"

The blush on Jaina's cheeks darkened ever so slightly when her eyes caught Jag's and suddenly she was remembering a different encounter. "There was this one time in the hanger at the Academy."

"On Coruscant?"

"Ossus," she amended. "It was a few months ago. Jag was working a late shift, Navi was spending some time with Leyla while she was home and…well you connect the dots."

Gennevi chuckled. "And did you get caught?"

"Thankfully no," Jag answered. "Although Master Skywalker did come close."

Kyp's laughter echoed around the room. "You almost let your uncle catch you? You should be able to split your concentration better than that, Jaina."

"Shows how little you know, Kyp. It was Aunt Mara that almost caught us." This brought about a new round of laughter from everyone.

"She is a sneaky one," Gennevi commented. "I remember she interrupted us one time on the roof of the Academy."

"When was this?" Jaina queried.

Gennevi took another sip of her drink, letting to semi-frozen liquid slide easily down her throat. "That month I spent on Ossus after Kyp and I started seeing each other. She had the biggest grin on her face like she knew exactly what she was walking in on."

"She probably did."

Seated diagonal from the Colonel, Jag snorted. "Who didn't interrupt you guys back then? I seem to remember catching you both in a rather compromising position on our couch, while you were supposed to be babysitting no less."

Jaina's mouth dropped open in a rather impressive impersonation of a fish. "You were having sex in our house? While you were babysitting? Where was Navi during all this?"

"He was sleeping," Jag supplied.

"We weren't having sex," Kyp argued, grimacing at the evil look in Jag's eyes. "All clothes were still on."

"That doesn't excuse you two canoodling on our couch when you were supposed to be watching our son," Jaina pointed out. "Also, contrary to popular belief, you don't have to remove clothes to have sex."

A short silence ensued before Gennevi took the initiative to break it. "Okay, so whose turn is it? Jag?"

He thought about drawing out the subject to watch Kyp and Gennevi squirm, but eventually gave in. With a wry smile, he pushed the button on the game board and watched his token move forward five places. He didn't even read the Challenge card, just merely handed it to his left.

"Your challenge—should you choose to accept it," Jaina laughed, then immediately sobered, "is to demonstrate your favorite sexual position."

After having listened to the women discussing Kyp's…lightsaber technique, Jag felt an innate need to prove his own expertise. It was probably the whiskey talking at this point, but damnit he wanted a little attention too. Rising to his feet, he offered his hand to Gennevi—who after exchanging a bewildered look with her fiancé and the woman to her right—took it and allowed him to pull her to her feet.

"Favorite position," he mused, "let me think. Oh I got it." He took up a position on the floor where everyone could see his demonstration and pulled Gennevi so she was straddling his hips. Having had her fair share of alcohol for the night made Gennevi a little unsure on her feet—or rather knees—causing her to fall forward to brace herself on her hands. There were mere inches separating their faces now.

"And uh…why is this one your favorite position?" she asked, her voice sounding a lot breathier than she would have liked.

Jag picked up on the slight quickening of her heart rate and smiled handsomely. His hands moved seemingly of their own volition down her hips and across her thighs before resting on her knees, his thumbs drawing small circles against the inner seem of her pants. "Because it gives the woman control. She sets the pace, controls the pleasure. Slow and sweet or fast and hard: it's up to her. Plus I get one hell of a view."

His laughter rumbled through his chest and into Gennevi's sending a shiver down her spine. She sat back some, attempting to put a little more space between their overheating bodies, and belatedly realized such a position had her sitting directly atop his pelvis. And directly atop a rigid and rather impressive, hardness.

She quickly climbed to her feet and after helping Jag up, resumed her place on the couch trying desperately to control her breathing. She would be lying if she said that she wasn't aroused by the whole situation, and worst of all she knew Kyp could sense it if his perturbed stare was any indication. Gennevi took a large gulp of her drink and smiled. "It's your turn, dear," she told him.

Kyp's turn yielded neither a challenge nor a confession, for which he was grateful, since after seeing Gennevi astride Jag his voice seemed to have left him. Eager to keep the game moving, Gennevi quickly took her turn, depressing the button and watching her token skip over the 'confession' tile and settle on a 'challenge' square.

Seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room, Jaina snatched a challenge card off the pile, read it silently and immediately climbed to her feet, waiting for the action to unfold.

Confused by his wife's actions, Jag snatched the card out of her hand and read it. "Your challenge—should you choose to accept it—is to exchange clothing, down to the very last item, with someone else."