Dinner For Two:
Jaina broke into a smile, rushing into his arms, and holding him close. "What are you doing here? I thought you weren't going to be in till next week."
Jag cradled her in his arms. "I suppose I should be asking you, what are you doing here, first." He pulled away to study her brown eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?"
Jaina stared into his green eyes, and she felt tremendously guilty. 'Why? I couldn't get a hold of him!' she thought, furious, 'Why is my conscience giving me grief?'
"Answer me." Jag pleaded with her.
"Jag, I tried. I got the call late, and Master Skywalker said it was urgent, and you weren't in your quarters and your comlink wasn't working, and I had to go…" Jaina trailed off uncertainly. "Besides, I was only gone for four days…" she tried to fill the uncomfortable silence. Jag pulled her into a tight embrace, resting his head on hers. "Don't do that to me ever again, got it? I was afraid you'd left me for Kyp." Now it was Jaina's turn to be stunned. She wriggled out of his arms to stare at him in disbelief. "How could you think I would do that, Jag? I wouldn't do that!"
"Gavin told me you'd shipped out late with Durron. What was I supposed to think? Well, it's over now. You're back, I'm glad, and we've been set up for a nice romantic evening, so let's not ruin it, shall we?" Jag said, smiling slightly. Jaina's smile carried into her eyes. She stretched up to kiss him, and he returned the kiss.
"Have I told you how perfect you look?" he whispered into her ear.
"Have I told you how sexy you look?" she murmured back. Jag grinned. "So, what's on the menu?" he asked conversationally.
"You know, I really have no clue." Jaina stepped back, surveying the table. "Hope it's good, what ever it is."
"It is, trust me." Said someone in the shadows. Mara Jade stepped into the circle of light. "Hi, my name's Mara, and I'll be your server this evening. Can I start you off with some drinks?"
"You do an uncanny server droid impression, Aunt Mara." Jaina commented.
"Thank you, I think. We have Corellian white wine and Corellian green wine and Corellian red wine. What'll it be?"
"I'll have the green." Jag said.
"Me, too." Added Jaina. "So, now what's on the menu?"
"Well, for starters, we have a light salad tim-"
"Aunt Mara, you can drop the droid impression." Cut in Jaina.
"Ok. We've made salad, soup, meat, side dishes and dessert. And you're gonna eat it. And you're gonna enjoy it. And then you'll leave a generous tip." Mara retreated off into the shadows again, leaving the couple alone.
"Cheery at night, isn't she?" asked Jaina. Jag chuckled, stepping over to a chair and pulling it out for Jaina. She dropped down into it, and he sat down across from her, smiling gently, with love reflecting in his eyes. Jag reached for her hand, and squeezed it. "I'm glad you're here."
"I'm glad I'm here too. I missed you." Replied Jaina. Jag smiled, and just then, Mara returned carrying a small tray. On it were two cut crystal goblets filled with green wine, and also two small salad plates, with a small, circular stacked salad artistically arranged on top. Mara set the plates and goblets in front of the two before retreating off into the dark surrounding the pilots.
* * *
Jaina leaned back in her chair, smiling. "Well, this was nice."
"It was. Who ever cooked did a nice job." agreed Jag.
"Mmm-hmm."
They sat in silence for a few moments, then Jag rose abruptly, and went to Jaina's side. "Dance with me?" he asked softly.
"There's no music, Jag." She replied.
"Do we really need it?" he inquired. Jaina grinned, and took his offered arm. They moved away from the table, to the edge of the spotlight's beam, and he pulled her closer, placing her arms around his neck, and he slid his around her waist. They swayed slowly, and Jaina leaned into him, resting her head on his chest, listening to the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart. She smiled. 'I love you, Jag,' she thought.
* * *
"Well, by the looks of it, this evening's been a success." Luke murmured to his wife.
"I agree. But, Farmboy, the reason we set this up was to give the two of them some time alone, correct? So, let's do just that." Mara said. Luke smiled, and the two of them headed back to the lone ship in the hangar, Mara's Jade Shadow. They thanked Tendra for making the meal for their niece and her sweetheart, and Tendra went back to her and Lando's quarters, leaving the two Jedi alone.
"You know," Mara said, peering out the viewport to the only illuminated spot in the hangar, "They look like they could use some music. You gonna put it on, or are we going to let them dance in silence, Farmboy?"
"Hey, Mara, I thought you said we were supposed to leave them alone, remember? 'They never get any time alone,' and hwat do you do? You spy on them." Luke teased her.
"Hey, what can I say? Espionage is in my blood. The music, Skywalker?" Mara smiled as Luke went out to the small sound amplifier near the edge of the spotlight, and thumbed it on, so the strains of Corellian classical music wove through the air.
* * *
Jaina smiled as she heard someone start playing music. Jag switched dance steps, and led her through a box step.
"I thought you said you didn't know how to dance, on Hapes!" Jaina murmured.
"Yea, well, ah, that was, ah, a different style than what I am used to. Chiss are taught how to dance formally, you know, though we hardly ever use it." Jag shrugged.
"Oh." Jaina smiled again. 'This is just too wonderful… I really owe Aunt Mara and Uncle Luke.' She thought.
"A month of free baby-sitting will make us even.' Mara thought-spoke back to her, causing Jaina to jump a little. She could sense her aunt's laughter, and then the withdrawl of her presense.
"What was that for?" Jag asked, concerned. Jaina was surprised to note they had stopped standing there, and Jag was studying Jaina.
"Just Mara, ah, scared me." Jaina replied, blushing slightly.
"I see." Jag said, obviously not getting it at all.
"Jedi thing."
"I thought so."
The music changed, and Jag changed their style of dancing. They couple switched to a Commenori waltz, though how Jag having lived his whole life in Chiss space knew it blew Jaina's mind. As they swirled and twirled around the illuminated area, Jag tipped Jaina's head up, and his down, and kissed her, putting all his love and care for her in the kiss. Jaina was vaguely aware of stopping, but paid no attention, and clung tightly to Jag. He broke away from the kiss, and, green eyes sparkling, smiled at her, before leaning in to kiss her again. Jaina pulled away, surprising him. She started an explanation before he could say anything. "Listen, Jag, I love you, but, seriously, if you kiss me like that again, I will never have another coherent thought."
Jag just laughed, leaning in to brush his lips across hers. "Is that better, your worshipfulness? Shall I kiss you in that manner for the rest of your life?"
Jaina stiffened almost imperceptibly when he used her father's nickname for her mother, but then covered for it by straighting into a noble posture, and in the most regal voice she could manage said, "Yes. That pleases me greatly. It will do. You may kiss me again." Jag whispered, "It will be my pleasure." He touched his lips to hers, lingering just a little longer than the previous time. He did it again, holding just a little longer than before, and Jaina closed her eyes in anticipation. He pressed his lips to hers, but Jaina's arms wrapped around his neck and held him there until they both had to break for air.
"Yes, that will do." She whispered, still trying to be regal, but losing it as Jag kissed her again.
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ok, how was that? i'm hoping it wasn't too terrible…more to come later…r&r and thanks to my loyal readers **cough, Lachesis, Jade Fel Horn, December Wind, Jedi-Jaina-Solo and anyone else cough**, who've given me helps and stuff, and who * actually read *what I write, i really appreciate it!! :D
Jaina broke into a smile, rushing into his arms, and holding him close. "What are you doing here? I thought you weren't going to be in till next week."
Jag cradled her in his arms. "I suppose I should be asking you, what are you doing here, first." He pulled away to study her brown eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?"
Jaina stared into his green eyes, and she felt tremendously guilty. 'Why? I couldn't get a hold of him!' she thought, furious, 'Why is my conscience giving me grief?'
"Answer me." Jag pleaded with her.
"Jag, I tried. I got the call late, and Master Skywalker said it was urgent, and you weren't in your quarters and your comlink wasn't working, and I had to go…" Jaina trailed off uncertainly. "Besides, I was only gone for four days…" she tried to fill the uncomfortable silence. Jag pulled her into a tight embrace, resting his head on hers. "Don't do that to me ever again, got it? I was afraid you'd left me for Kyp." Now it was Jaina's turn to be stunned. She wriggled out of his arms to stare at him in disbelief. "How could you think I would do that, Jag? I wouldn't do that!"
"Gavin told me you'd shipped out late with Durron. What was I supposed to think? Well, it's over now. You're back, I'm glad, and we've been set up for a nice romantic evening, so let's not ruin it, shall we?" Jag said, smiling slightly. Jaina's smile carried into her eyes. She stretched up to kiss him, and he returned the kiss.
"Have I told you how perfect you look?" he whispered into her ear.
"Have I told you how sexy you look?" she murmured back. Jag grinned. "So, what's on the menu?" he asked conversationally.
"You know, I really have no clue." Jaina stepped back, surveying the table. "Hope it's good, what ever it is."
"It is, trust me." Said someone in the shadows. Mara Jade stepped into the circle of light. "Hi, my name's Mara, and I'll be your server this evening. Can I start you off with some drinks?"
"You do an uncanny server droid impression, Aunt Mara." Jaina commented.
"Thank you, I think. We have Corellian white wine and Corellian green wine and Corellian red wine. What'll it be?"
"I'll have the green." Jag said.
"Me, too." Added Jaina. "So, now what's on the menu?"
"Well, for starters, we have a light salad tim-"
"Aunt Mara, you can drop the droid impression." Cut in Jaina.
"Ok. We've made salad, soup, meat, side dishes and dessert. And you're gonna eat it. And you're gonna enjoy it. And then you'll leave a generous tip." Mara retreated off into the shadows again, leaving the couple alone.
"Cheery at night, isn't she?" asked Jaina. Jag chuckled, stepping over to a chair and pulling it out for Jaina. She dropped down into it, and he sat down across from her, smiling gently, with love reflecting in his eyes. Jag reached for her hand, and squeezed it. "I'm glad you're here."
"I'm glad I'm here too. I missed you." Replied Jaina. Jag smiled, and just then, Mara returned carrying a small tray. On it were two cut crystal goblets filled with green wine, and also two small salad plates, with a small, circular stacked salad artistically arranged on top. Mara set the plates and goblets in front of the two before retreating off into the dark surrounding the pilots.
* * *
Jaina leaned back in her chair, smiling. "Well, this was nice."
"It was. Who ever cooked did a nice job." agreed Jag.
"Mmm-hmm."
They sat in silence for a few moments, then Jag rose abruptly, and went to Jaina's side. "Dance with me?" he asked softly.
"There's no music, Jag." She replied.
"Do we really need it?" he inquired. Jaina grinned, and took his offered arm. They moved away from the table, to the edge of the spotlight's beam, and he pulled her closer, placing her arms around his neck, and he slid his around her waist. They swayed slowly, and Jaina leaned into him, resting her head on his chest, listening to the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart. She smiled. 'I love you, Jag,' she thought.
* * *
"Well, by the looks of it, this evening's been a success." Luke murmured to his wife.
"I agree. But, Farmboy, the reason we set this up was to give the two of them some time alone, correct? So, let's do just that." Mara said. Luke smiled, and the two of them headed back to the lone ship in the hangar, Mara's Jade Shadow. They thanked Tendra for making the meal for their niece and her sweetheart, and Tendra went back to her and Lando's quarters, leaving the two Jedi alone.
"You know," Mara said, peering out the viewport to the only illuminated spot in the hangar, "They look like they could use some music. You gonna put it on, or are we going to let them dance in silence, Farmboy?"
"Hey, Mara, I thought you said we were supposed to leave them alone, remember? 'They never get any time alone,' and hwat do you do? You spy on them." Luke teased her.
"Hey, what can I say? Espionage is in my blood. The music, Skywalker?" Mara smiled as Luke went out to the small sound amplifier near the edge of the spotlight, and thumbed it on, so the strains of Corellian classical music wove through the air.
* * *
Jaina smiled as she heard someone start playing music. Jag switched dance steps, and led her through a box step.
"I thought you said you didn't know how to dance, on Hapes!" Jaina murmured.
"Yea, well, ah, that was, ah, a different style than what I am used to. Chiss are taught how to dance formally, you know, though we hardly ever use it." Jag shrugged.
"Oh." Jaina smiled again. 'This is just too wonderful… I really owe Aunt Mara and Uncle Luke.' She thought.
"A month of free baby-sitting will make us even.' Mara thought-spoke back to her, causing Jaina to jump a little. She could sense her aunt's laughter, and then the withdrawl of her presense.
"What was that for?" Jag asked, concerned. Jaina was surprised to note they had stopped standing there, and Jag was studying Jaina.
"Just Mara, ah, scared me." Jaina replied, blushing slightly.
"I see." Jag said, obviously not getting it at all.
"Jedi thing."
"I thought so."
The music changed, and Jag changed their style of dancing. They couple switched to a Commenori waltz, though how Jag having lived his whole life in Chiss space knew it blew Jaina's mind. As they swirled and twirled around the illuminated area, Jag tipped Jaina's head up, and his down, and kissed her, putting all his love and care for her in the kiss. Jaina was vaguely aware of stopping, but paid no attention, and clung tightly to Jag. He broke away from the kiss, and, green eyes sparkling, smiled at her, before leaning in to kiss her again. Jaina pulled away, surprising him. She started an explanation before he could say anything. "Listen, Jag, I love you, but, seriously, if you kiss me like that again, I will never have another coherent thought."
Jag just laughed, leaning in to brush his lips across hers. "Is that better, your worshipfulness? Shall I kiss you in that manner for the rest of your life?"
Jaina stiffened almost imperceptibly when he used her father's nickname for her mother, but then covered for it by straighting into a noble posture, and in the most regal voice she could manage said, "Yes. That pleases me greatly. It will do. You may kiss me again." Jag whispered, "It will be my pleasure." He touched his lips to hers, lingering just a little longer than the previous time. He did it again, holding just a little longer than before, and Jaina closed her eyes in anticipation. He pressed his lips to hers, but Jaina's arms wrapped around his neck and held him there until they both had to break for air.
"Yes, that will do." She whispered, still trying to be regal, but losing it as Jag kissed her again.
* * *
ok, how was that? i'm hoping it wasn't too terrible…more to come later…r&r and thanks to my loyal readers **cough, Lachesis, Jade Fel Horn, December Wind, Jedi-Jaina-Solo and anyone else cough**, who've given me helps and stuff, and who * actually read *what I write, i really appreciate it!! :D