So another chapter for this story because i was feeling inspired by my favorite Star Wars couple :). I actually have some more ideas for this story so maybe you will get some more quick updates ;)

Not quite AU but missing scenes if you will- for now. Might go off AU at some point but below fits in cannon of Rebel Stand Rebel Dream.

Now that these scenes are new (not existing in the books) you will get Jag and Jaina's POV!

Please review!


Jaina exited the briefing room and fought the urge to yawn. After early morning sims with Twin Suns, she had spent the rest of her day with Iella perfecting her Goddess strategy, and she was mentally and physically exhausted. But as soon as she stepped out of the conference room she was back to being Yun-Harla. And Goddesses- unlike mere mortals- did not get tired.

From now on you're on stage every day. We're not just going to say you're a Goddess. We're going to treat you as though you are one, and you're going to act accordingly.

Jaina inwardly sighed, remembering Sharr's words when she had started this whole thing. Who knew that being a Goddess 24/7 could be so much work.

Suppressing her desire to stretch her arms, Jaina caught sight of a man leaning against the wall, eyes closed. A cruel smirk played across her lips. At least she wasn't the only one who had to suffer from the grueling schedule of Yun-Harla.

Yes, acting as her designated man servant was definitely suitable punishment for all the trouble Kyp had caused her in the past. She was suddenly glad Jag had suggested it.

As she was about to wake Kyp up from his little nap- in a manner befitting a trickster Goddess, of course- his green eyes suddenly shot open.

"Goddess," Kyp straightened, then bowed mockingly. "How may I serve you?"

Jaina rolled her eyes and was about to respond when she was distracted by a certain dark-haired pilot heading her way down the busy hall. Her heart skipped a beat when he looked at her, a small half smile on his face. One he seemed to reserve just for her.

Kyp snickered and Jaina shot him a dirty look, as Jag strode up to them. Jag dipped his head respectfully to Jaina and barely acknowledged Kyp's existence, to her immense satisfaction. Kyp limited himself to a raised eyebrow, and then leaned back against the wall to observe the two. Content-for the moment- to be a metaphorical fly on the wall.

While he didn't know exactly what was going on between the young pilots, his Force connection with Jaina-and the fact that he was obligated to spend every waking moment with her- gave him some idea. Certainly more so than anyone else on the base.

He went back and forth from being irrationally jealous of Jagged Fel to incredibly amused at his expense. Jaina Solo was quite a handful after all. Especially for a stiff, haughty young man raised by Imperial standards.

"A moment of your time, Great One?" Jag asked formally.

Jaina cocked her head and eyed him contemptuously, as if considering if he was worthy of her attention.

"A moment," she allowed then looked towards Kyp. "Wait here."

"I live to serve, Goddess," Kyp answered sardonically, making a show of getting more comfortable in his spot on the wall.

With that, Jaina allowed Jag to lead her down the hall to a little used conference room. He opened the door, gesturing grandly for her to enter before him. She marched arrogantly into the room and then waited for the door to close behind them.

As soon as she heard the click of the door, she spun around, wrapping her arms around Jag's neck, as he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him in one swift motion. He leaned down to give her a hungry kiss, one which she eagerly returned, her tiredness from earlier forgotten.

"We have to stop meeting like this," Jag murmured against her lips, when they paused for air.

"Yes, I suppose empty conference rooms aren't the ideal location for romantic trysts," Jaina pulled back, answering with a wry smile. "But the life of a Goddess allows for precious little privacy."

"I suppose I will take what I can get, then. Especially if it means I can have you all to myself," Jag responded, kissing her again greedily.

Jaina allowed herself to be swept up in the moment, letting Jag's passion overwhelm her. Breaking away from her lips, he moved to place strategic open mouthed kisses along her neck, and Jaina moaned in pleasure. The sweet sound made Jag smile against her neck, feel a sudden rush of desire.

"All mine," he murmured, one hand unzipping her flight suit. Jaina shrugged out of it, giving his mouth access to her shoulder and smooth collarbone. Jag, couldn't get enough of the taste of her creamy skin. He placed gentle kisses across the swells of her breasts, Jaina's breath coming in short gasps of pleasure, encouraging him.

Then Jaina's comm beeped, bringing Jag back to the reality of the cramped little conference room, and he stepped back suddenly. Aware of how far gone he had just been.

He was not used to losing control like that, in any facet of his life. His more disciplined side was disappointed in how easily he got carried away.

Jag ran his hand through his hair and steadied himself, as Jaina growled into the comm.

"Not now, Kyp. Give me ten minutes."

"Sorry to interrupt, Goddess," Kyp chuckled. "I'm impressed Jag only needs ten minutes…to debrief you."

Jaina looked at her comm unit as if she wanted to murder it, and then flung it into the corner of the room, letting out a long suffering sigh. She closed her eyes and took some deep breaths- Jag assumed it was the Jedi breathing technique she talked about- and then turned back to him.

"Now where were we, flyboy," she murmured, looking up at Jag through her lashes.

"Heading into dangerous territory," Jag answered ruefully as he gently pulled up her flight suit and helped ease it back over her shoulders. "It's probably for the best Kyp interrupted when he did."

Jaina sighed and answered flippantly, "I guess you're right. I'm not sure I want to remember my first time in a dingy conference room. Like I said, not the most romantic place."

"Your first time?" Jag asked curiously. "So you have never…"

Jaina flushed red, cursing her unfortunate habit of speaking before thinking through her words.

You are such an idiot, Jaina Solo. Now he'll think you are just a child, not worth his time. Might as well rip the bacta patch off now-

Jaina looked at a point past Jag, not able to make eye contact. "No. I've never- never had sex with a man. I mean, I'm not completely inexperienced. I've been kissed before, and done some other stuff but-"

Jag smiled at her adorable rambling, and silenced her with a gentle kiss. "Jaina, it's ok. You don't have anything to be embarrassed about. At all. Forget I even said anything."

Jaina bit her lip and looked at him. "Thanks. But, I mean, now that we are talking about it… have you.. you know…"

Jag arched his right eyebrow. "Have I ever had sex with a man? No. Nor have I done 'other stuff' so I believe you have me beat there."

Jaina stared at him.

"Wait. Did Jagged Fel just make a real live joke?" Jaina gasped theatrically. "I didn't even think you knew what that was."

"Don't tell anyone. Especially Kyp. It would ruin my reputation."

Jaina rolled her eyes, "But seriously. Have you had sex? In general, obviously."

"Yes," Jag answered simply, as he focused on zipping up her flight suit, carefully pulling her dark hair free, so it wouldn't get caught.

"Huh," Jaina murmured, momentarily distracted by Jag's actions and the feel of his hands in her hair. "I guess I just thought that the Chiss and humans weren't compatible in that way…"

"Well they are," Jag said as he stepped back. "But the Chiss only engage in relationships for the sole purpose of procreating after marriage. So it is irrelevant to this conversation."

"Then how-"

"There were other humans in Chiss space, you know. Men who followed my father when he went to serve the Empire's Hand. Brought their families with them," Jag answered slowly, starting to worry where this was all headed.

"I see," Jaina answered, faking a disinterest she didn't feel. Visions of beautiful, tall, Imperial women flashed through her mind. Women much more suitable than a scruffy rebel.

"Were there many, then?" she asked casually.

Jag shifted uncomfortably, "Not many, no."

"But more than one?"

"Well, yes," Jag admitted, trying to figure out how he got himself into this conversation to begin with.

"And were they very beautiful?" Jaina questioned with studied nonchalance.

Jag watched her carefully, as she occupied herself with examining her dirty nails. Suddenly he realized what was happening.

Jaina Solo- Trickster Goddess, Princess of the Jedi Order- was jealous.

"Of course," Jag answered easily, and smiled as Jaina's eyes shot up to glare at him in surprise. He leaned in closer to whisper in her ear, "But they couldn't hold a candle to a Goddess."

Jaina smiled reluctantly, realizing she was being teased. She was about to respond in kind, when her comm went off again.

"For kriff's sake, Kyp!" she exclaimed as she floated the forgotten comm unit over from the corner of the room.

"It's been ten minutes… and counting," Kyp said in a sing-song voice.

Jag grabbed the comm and cooly answered for Jaina, "She is heading out now, Master Durron."

"Ah, thanks for taking such good care of the Goddess, Jag. See you kids soon!" Kyp answered, obviously enjoying himself.

At least someone found his numerous innuendos amusing.

Jaina huffed in annoyance like an angry tusk-cat, causing Jag to smile. Before she could rebuke him, he gently kissed her on the lips. With his hand resting on her lower back, he guided her towards the door.

"Go. Set your wrath on Kyp. He deserves it, not me," Jag said lightly. "I will try and find you later."

Jaina sighed and gave Jag one last lingering kiss before straightening her shoulders. She threw the door open with the Force, and strode out the door like the Goddess she was.

Jag laughed quietly to himself as he heard Jaina's imperious voice bringing Kyp to task. Then shutting off the lights, he followed her back into the busy hall.