Title: Sweetheart, What Have You Done ?

Author: Kailene

Timeframe: Sometime post-LOTF

Characters: Jaina, Jag

Genre: Romance

Summary: When Jag doesn't cooperate, Jaina is forced to take matters into her own hands.

Notes: This started out as being a very small fic, and well, it kinda got away from me. Too much to post as one, so I'm splitting it up. When all is said and done it will be two, possibly three posts. As usual, nothing belongs to me. George owns everything.

Great big to Ceillean for her advice, help and for being beta, and to Jade_eyes for her advice as well. You guys are awesome !

xx

Jaina eased the door closed silently behind her, and stepped into the shadows of the massive room, a satisfied smile curling her lips. It had taken her the better part of almost two hours, but phase one of her mission was accomplished. Security had been neutralized. It would take them many hours to undo everything she had put in place.

It had been easier than she had originally thought and there was a small part of her that was a bit upset at that. She had actually been looking forward to a challenge.

Now, for phase two.

She glanced left, towards where she knew her target would be and scowled, shaking her head slightly. He had brought this all on himself. Why did he insist on always having to do things the hard way?

Not that she wasn't enjoying herself.

Soundlessly she made her way down the long hallway, the plush carpet beneath her feet absorbing all sound. She stopped in the doorway of the office, casually leaning against the frame, arms crossed in front of her chest.

Seated behind his large desk, Jag made a few last notes on the datapad that he was reading and without looking tossed it on top of the others that were seemingly strewn haphazardly across the surface. He leaned back in his nerfhide chair, closing his eyes and rubbing them in an attempt to ease the strain and head off the headache that had been threatening to overcome his tired brain for most of the day.

She stood there silently watching him, unmoving, waiting for him to realize that she was there. She knew it wouldn't take long.

Jag's movements stilled for barely a nanosecond, a move that would be virtually undetectable to anyone except her, and Jaina knew that he had sensed that someone was there. The faint smile that immediately came to his face confirmed to her that she had been found out.

"Now there's a sight I never tire of seeing." The smile grew as he sat up in his chair and extended his hand towards her.

"You missed an opportunity to see more of it today," she responded coyly, not moving from her spot.

"Did I now? And why would that be?" "I don't think so, Head of State Fel. Maybe if you're good, you'll find out later."

A teasing grin crept across his lips. "And if I'm not?"

"Even better," she said mischievously, her eyes twinkling.

"Come here."

Jaina glanced at her chrono before walking across the room, she could see the tension in his shoulders and the stress and strain reflected in his eyes. She placed her hand in his, leaning down and kissing him sweetly on the lips before circling around the back of the chair and placing her small hands on his shoulders. Ever so slowly she began to massage across his broad shoulders, her fingers expertly applying soothing pressure to relieve the stiffness and knots that lay underneath.

Jag closed his eyes as he felt her hands move gradually down his spine, the taut muscles of his back loosening at her tender touch, and the tensions of the day starting to ebb.

"You haven't left this desk since I went out this morning, have you."

He knew it wasn't a question, she was stating what she already knew to be fact.

"I went and got caf a few times," he responded slowly, lowering his head so she could get better access to his neck.

She stopped what she was doing and playfully slapped him, "Rolling your chair over to the cafmaker doesn't count, Jagged."

Jaina worked her fingers up his neck in small gentle circles, her fingers continuing their trek to run through his hair. She felt him relax at her touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips, as the stress and strain of the day eased away.

"I have to tell you," she began, moving her hands back down his neck and onto his shoulders, "you certainly have mastered the 'work' in this working vacation."

Jag reached up and took her hand, pulling her around the side of the chair and onto his lap. His fingers caressed the side of her cheek. Tipping her chin up, he pulled her in close and kissed her softly.

"I know and I'm sorry. I had no intention of doing any of this today. The more I read of the 'small changes' that were made to the treaty, the more I realized that there are to many concessions that I just cannot agree to. I'm been trying to -"

Jaina's two slender fingers against his lips stopped him. "Someone once told me what good is it to fight to bring peace to the galaxy if you yourself don't take a few moments to enjoy the fruits of your labor."

"That sounds like a very wise person." Jag replied smoothly, caressing the smooth skin of her bare arm.

"Mhm, he is." Jaina rested her head on his chest, a shiver running up her spine at his delicate touch. "To bad he doesn't heed his own advice. Which is why I've been forced to resort to drastic measures."

Jag's fingers stopped midway down her arm, as he quirked a wary eyebrow in her direction. When it came to Jaina Solo, he couldn't even begin to imagine what she had done.

"Sweetheart," he said slowly, putting two fingers underneath her chin and lifting her head to look at him. Jag injected as much love as he could into his next words. "What exactly have you been up to today?"

Jaina winked at him, "Come on, we don't have much time. We're leaving." Leaning up and giving him a quick kiss, she got off his lap and pulled him towards the door. "Just the two of us," she emphasized.

Jag took a step back, stopping their advance towards the door. "Just the two of us?" he repeated.

Less than two standard months ago, two well planned assassination attempts had been made within days of each other. One while they were together and the other attempt simultaneously coordinated to attack them separately. It was by shear Corellian luck that nobody had been killed and that the two of them had only received minor injuries.

After that security had been doubled, and now accompanied him everywhere he went. He had even insisted on a detail to shadow Jaina. He had expected her to stubbornly refuse and argue with him. But she had agreed with barely a protest.

He should have been immediately suspicious.

Jag found out later on that what was suppose to be backup for Jaina in case something drastic was to happen, had quickly turned into a game of cat and mouse between his fiancée and the security personnel.

It had started out with Jaina just simply evading them, but soon enough had escalated into each side trying to 'capture' the other, with each subsequent plan being more involved and elaborate than the last.

Galactic Empire Security was made up of the best of the best.

But there was no question on who the winning side always was.

He even knew that bets had been made on who would be the one to ultimately capture Jaina.

"Listen, we can do this the easy way or the hard way," Jaina began, spinning back to face him. A smirk came to her face "though in your case, I'm sure you would enjoy the 'hard way'. But either way, I am officially kidnapping you."

"Now, come on." Grabbing his hand once again she went quickly through the door and down a small back hallway. "We don't have much time, by now I'm sure security has worked their way through almost all of my traps."

Jag looked down at her in astonishment. "Traps, Jaina?"

"Just a few little things I threw together." Jaina suddenly looked up at him curiously, "They have been trained never to cross the black and red wires when…Nah, they'll figure it out. I'm sure everything will be fine."

He was just about to question her tactics when he noticed the amused expression on her face. Jag knew without a doubt that she was enjoying trying to see just how much it would take for him to really loose his mind.

It was then that a thought struck him. "Wait, what about Ashik? How did you get rid of him?" Jag knew his Personal Assistant and Head of Security never strayed to far from his side, even when he was on vacation.

Jaina looked up at him and the grin she wore lit up the mischief dancing in her brandy colored eyes, and Jag realized just how much fun she was having.

"Oh, that was the ingenious part. I commed him and told him I needed his help. I had got my hands on some -"

Jag interrupted her, "On second thought, it's probably best if I don't know the details."