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Chapter Two: The Celebration: Part One
Jaina sensed Jag's apprehension as they neared the dance floor. "What's a matter? You know how to dance, right?"
Jag's cheeks flushed deep red. "Uh, actually, I really don't. Chiss have never had such reason to celebrate, and usually aren't so enthusiastic."
" The great Jagged Fel doesn't know how to dance? I can't believe it! Finally, I can beat you in something! Well, come on, now's as good a time as ever to learn how to dance!" she said, pulling him with her into the mass of dancing species. "Ok, now all you do is, just move to the beat. It' s not that hard, really!" She laughed at his attempts, and he laughed with her. Jaina moved closer to Jag, and took his arms, and was helping him along when the music slowed down, and a slow song began to play. She glanced into pale green eyes, and her laugh faded away. She looked away, and began to move away from the dance floor, but Jag put a hand on her shoulder. She turned to him.
Jag smiled at her, and bowing formally, asked, "Lieutenant, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?"
"I'd love to, Colonel." She replied, heart racing faster than lightspeed. 'And it's not from the fast dancing!' she thought, kinda surprised. Jag drew her closer to him, and placed his hands at the small of her back. Jaina snaked her arms around his neck, and they swayed slowly to the music. Jaina sighed contentedly, and rested her head on his shoulder before she realized what she was doing. 'I've managed to surprise myself twice in less than a minute. New record.'
* * *
Jag was surprised as she laid her head on his shoulder, but kind of pleased, too. 'I could get used to this.' He thought. He held her close, and rocked softly to the music. Jag buried his face in her hair, she smelled faintly of a forest rain and flowers. He briefly wondered if anyone else had that scent. A laugh rumbled deep in his throat when it occurred to him that she smelled so clean and fresh when they had been in cramped cockpits for hours, battling an enemy.
"What's so funny?" asked Jaina, lifting her head off his shoulder, but not stepping back. Jag was secretly glad she didn't pull away, because he didn't think he would have let her.
"Oh, nothing, really." he whispered in her ear.
"Uh-huh. Right. And my mother's a wampa." This drew another chuckle from Jag, and Jaina could feel the rumble of his laugher. Her heart sped up again, and she could feel butterflies in her stomach.
'Get a grip, Solo!' she thought. 'This is Jag!'
"Is it just me, or is this a really long song?" she inquired of Jag.
"What, am I that bad of a dancer?" he teased. They both laughed. As Jaina settled her head back on his shoulder, she hoped he wouldn't be able to feel her racing pulse. She felt him sigh, though, in contentment. Before she could find something to tease him about, the music kicked back up again, and they were dancing wildly, as if the last few minutes hadn't happened. Jaina studied the grinning face of the Colonel in front of her and staring into his intense green eyes and found that, for once, she was happy to be with him.
* * *
Wedge landed his craft in the only empty spot he could find in the docking bay. Most of the bay had been filled with celebrating folks. He laughed as he saw that a dance floor had even been set up in a separate corner. "Now, let's see. I'm a twenty-year-old pilot, who just planned a successful mission. Where do I go?" he had to laugh again as the answer was made painfully obvious: the dance floor.
* * * * * * * * *
Jag and Jaina danced together, laughing and shouting. Jaina noticed with slight satisfaction that they had been moving closer and closer together since they started. She wasn't sure, though, if it was because the floor was getting more and more crowded, or if it was some other reason. She was grinning like a maniac and was thrilled to the core. 'Hmm. I guess Jag's not so bad as he seems.' She observed. 'I mean, I certainly don't hate him anymore, and he's the only friendly face I've seen all evening. Actually, all the faces I've seen have been more than friendly, but he's the only one I know that I've seen here." She smiled to herself. The music was getting softer again, someone was playing a slow song. Jag looked at her. "Dance with me?" he asked softly. Jaina nodded her assent. Jag held her close to him as they swayed to the soft music.
"So, can I safely assume we're friends now?" he questioned. He got a laugh in return, "Sure." He could feel her smile in his chest, and he smiled too.
* * * *
Wedge approached the dance floor, his eyes scanning the crowd for the tall, black haired nephew of his. He spotted him just as a slow song started, and he watched with great interest as he drew Jaina Solo to him to dance. He raised one eyebrow as Jaina proceeded to lay her head on his strong shoulder, and saw Jag smile happily.
'Hmm. To interrupt, or not?' Wedge thought, or at least he thought he said it to himself. A man with a goatee and darker hair turned to him and said, "Aw, Wedge, you won't interrupt. You aren't that mean!"
"Gavin Darklighter!" exclaimed Wedge, giving the man a back-slapping embrace. "How are you? It's great to see you!"
"It's good to see you too, Wedge!" the younger man exclaimed. "I'm great, and you?"
"Couldn't be better. By the way, we're supposed to report to the briefing room for a meeting, but we don't have to go right now. So, Gavin, how long has this think with Jaina and Jag been going on?" asked Wedge.
"Thing? What thing?" he followed Wedge's gaze to where it rested on Jag and Jaina, holding on to each other tightly on the dance floor. "Last I remember, Jaina couldn't stand him." Gavin commented.
"Huh. You don't say."
"Don't worry, I'll make sure that after the Squad's recovered from their hangovers, we bug and tease and force the answers out of her." said Gavin with an evil grin.
"I like the way you think, my friend."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
As the song was ending, Jag glanced out around the dance floor and suddenly stiffened. Jaina frowned before saying, "Jag? What's wrong?"
"Uh, my Uncle Wedge is here. And your Colonel."
"Oh, Sithspit." Jaina muttered in return. "I'll never hear the end of it."
* * * * * *
"Hmm. They do make a cute couple, don't they, Wedge?" asked Gavin.
"I think so. We'll see about that, though." replied Wedge.
"I think we've been spotted." murmured Gavin.
"How do you plot that course?" inquired Wedge.
"See the way Jag's stiffened up? Not quite at ease as much as he was before."
"Mmm. You're right. Shall we go talk to him?" asked Wedge.
"Naw, look, he's gonna coming to talk to us." Gavin grinned.
* * * * * * *
Jag whispered into Jaina's ear, "I'm gonna go talk to them, ok? I'll be back."
"All right. If you must." Jaina said heavily, winking and she watched him go regretfully. Jag grinned, and made his way towards his uncle and the leader of Rogue Squadron. He extended a hand, and Wedge pulled him into a strong embrace, and Jag listened to the men congratulate him on such a winning strategy. Jag inclined his head in silent thanks.
"You want to get back to your girl friend rather than stand here listening to your old uncle prattle on about the battle, huh?" Jag's cheeks tinged red, and Gavin and Wedge laughed at his obvious discomfort.
"Jag, your Uncle and I will be planning our next mission phase with the Hapan militia, so if you need us, contact us by comlink. Talk to you later!" and with that, the two men strode off towards briefing room. Jag turned to head out to the dance floor, some slow songs were playing and he wanted to dance with Jaina, and was more than surprised to see Jaina dancing very closely with another man. 'Not just any other man,' Jag noted with grim disappointment, 'But that Jedi, Zekk.'
He turned and strode quickly off the dance floor before Jaina would notice him.
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Chapter Two: The Celebration: Part One
Jaina sensed Jag's apprehension as they neared the dance floor. "What's a matter? You know how to dance, right?"
Jag's cheeks flushed deep red. "Uh, actually, I really don't. Chiss have never had such reason to celebrate, and usually aren't so enthusiastic."
" The great Jagged Fel doesn't know how to dance? I can't believe it! Finally, I can beat you in something! Well, come on, now's as good a time as ever to learn how to dance!" she said, pulling him with her into the mass of dancing species. "Ok, now all you do is, just move to the beat. It' s not that hard, really!" She laughed at his attempts, and he laughed with her. Jaina moved closer to Jag, and took his arms, and was helping him along when the music slowed down, and a slow song began to play. She glanced into pale green eyes, and her laugh faded away. She looked away, and began to move away from the dance floor, but Jag put a hand on her shoulder. She turned to him.
Jag smiled at her, and bowing formally, asked, "Lieutenant, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?"
"I'd love to, Colonel." She replied, heart racing faster than lightspeed. 'And it's not from the fast dancing!' she thought, kinda surprised. Jag drew her closer to him, and placed his hands at the small of her back. Jaina snaked her arms around his neck, and they swayed slowly to the music. Jaina sighed contentedly, and rested her head on his shoulder before she realized what she was doing. 'I've managed to surprise myself twice in less than a minute. New record.'
* * *
Jag was surprised as she laid her head on his shoulder, but kind of pleased, too. 'I could get used to this.' He thought. He held her close, and rocked softly to the music. Jag buried his face in her hair, she smelled faintly of a forest rain and flowers. He briefly wondered if anyone else had that scent. A laugh rumbled deep in his throat when it occurred to him that she smelled so clean and fresh when they had been in cramped cockpits for hours, battling an enemy.
"What's so funny?" asked Jaina, lifting her head off his shoulder, but not stepping back. Jag was secretly glad she didn't pull away, because he didn't think he would have let her.
"Oh, nothing, really." he whispered in her ear.
"Uh-huh. Right. And my mother's a wampa." This drew another chuckle from Jag, and Jaina could feel the rumble of his laugher. Her heart sped up again, and she could feel butterflies in her stomach.
'Get a grip, Solo!' she thought. 'This is Jag!'
"Is it just me, or is this a really long song?" she inquired of Jag.
"What, am I that bad of a dancer?" he teased. They both laughed. As Jaina settled her head back on his shoulder, she hoped he wouldn't be able to feel her racing pulse. She felt him sigh, though, in contentment. Before she could find something to tease him about, the music kicked back up again, and they were dancing wildly, as if the last few minutes hadn't happened. Jaina studied the grinning face of the Colonel in front of her and staring into his intense green eyes and found that, for once, she was happy to be with him.
* * *
Wedge landed his craft in the only empty spot he could find in the docking bay. Most of the bay had been filled with celebrating folks. He laughed as he saw that a dance floor had even been set up in a separate corner. "Now, let's see. I'm a twenty-year-old pilot, who just planned a successful mission. Where do I go?" he had to laugh again as the answer was made painfully obvious: the dance floor.
* * * * * * * * *
Jag and Jaina danced together, laughing and shouting. Jaina noticed with slight satisfaction that they had been moving closer and closer together since they started. She wasn't sure, though, if it was because the floor was getting more and more crowded, or if it was some other reason. She was grinning like a maniac and was thrilled to the core. 'Hmm. I guess Jag's not so bad as he seems.' She observed. 'I mean, I certainly don't hate him anymore, and he's the only friendly face I've seen all evening. Actually, all the faces I've seen have been more than friendly, but he's the only one I know that I've seen here." She smiled to herself. The music was getting softer again, someone was playing a slow song. Jag looked at her. "Dance with me?" he asked softly. Jaina nodded her assent. Jag held her close to him as they swayed to the soft music.
"So, can I safely assume we're friends now?" he questioned. He got a laugh in return, "Sure." He could feel her smile in his chest, and he smiled too.
* * * *
Wedge approached the dance floor, his eyes scanning the crowd for the tall, black haired nephew of his. He spotted him just as a slow song started, and he watched with great interest as he drew Jaina Solo to him to dance. He raised one eyebrow as Jaina proceeded to lay her head on his strong shoulder, and saw Jag smile happily.
'Hmm. To interrupt, or not?' Wedge thought, or at least he thought he said it to himself. A man with a goatee and darker hair turned to him and said, "Aw, Wedge, you won't interrupt. You aren't that mean!"
"Gavin Darklighter!" exclaimed Wedge, giving the man a back-slapping embrace. "How are you? It's great to see you!"
"It's good to see you too, Wedge!" the younger man exclaimed. "I'm great, and you?"
"Couldn't be better. By the way, we're supposed to report to the briefing room for a meeting, but we don't have to go right now. So, Gavin, how long has this think with Jaina and Jag been going on?" asked Wedge.
"Thing? What thing?" he followed Wedge's gaze to where it rested on Jag and Jaina, holding on to each other tightly on the dance floor. "Last I remember, Jaina couldn't stand him." Gavin commented.
"Huh. You don't say."
"Don't worry, I'll make sure that after the Squad's recovered from their hangovers, we bug and tease and force the answers out of her." said Gavin with an evil grin.
"I like the way you think, my friend."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
As the song was ending, Jag glanced out around the dance floor and suddenly stiffened. Jaina frowned before saying, "Jag? What's wrong?"
"Uh, my Uncle Wedge is here. And your Colonel."
"Oh, Sithspit." Jaina muttered in return. "I'll never hear the end of it."
* * * * * *
"Hmm. They do make a cute couple, don't they, Wedge?" asked Gavin.
"I think so. We'll see about that, though." replied Wedge.
"I think we've been spotted." murmured Gavin.
"How do you plot that course?" inquired Wedge.
"See the way Jag's stiffened up? Not quite at ease as much as he was before."
"Mmm. You're right. Shall we go talk to him?" asked Wedge.
"Naw, look, he's gonna coming to talk to us." Gavin grinned.
* * * * * * *
Jag whispered into Jaina's ear, "I'm gonna go talk to them, ok? I'll be back."
"All right. If you must." Jaina said heavily, winking and she watched him go regretfully. Jag grinned, and made his way towards his uncle and the leader of Rogue Squadron. He extended a hand, and Wedge pulled him into a strong embrace, and Jag listened to the men congratulate him on such a winning strategy. Jag inclined his head in silent thanks.
"You want to get back to your girl friend rather than stand here listening to your old uncle prattle on about the battle, huh?" Jag's cheeks tinged red, and Gavin and Wedge laughed at his obvious discomfort.
"Jag, your Uncle and I will be planning our next mission phase with the Hapan militia, so if you need us, contact us by comlink. Talk to you later!" and with that, the two men strode off towards briefing room. Jag turned to head out to the dance floor, some slow songs were playing and he wanted to dance with Jaina, and was more than surprised to see Jaina dancing very closely with another man. 'Not just any other man,' Jag noted with grim disappointment, 'But that Jedi, Zekk.'
He turned and strode quickly off the dance floor before Jaina would notice him.
* * *
Well? What do you guys think? Thanks for the feedback so far! Let me know…more coming soon! :D