Jag smiled at Jaina. "I know we've got a lot of catching up to do, but,
first, are you hungry or anything? We can go to the mess if you want."
"No," Jaina replied, "I just want to spend time with you."
"I like that."
"You should."
Jag stopped in the hall, and glanced around just to make sure no one else was around, and kissed Jaina, full and long.
"What was that for, Colonel?" she whispered, her liquid brown eyes centimeters from his pale green ones.
"No reason, other than I haven't been able to do that for months." He smiled, his smile carrying all the way up to his green eyes, and couldn't resist the urge to kiss her again.
"Listen, flyboy, why don't we find somewhere else to go, and continue this conversation later?" she smirked. Jag could feel a blush creeping into his cheeks. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Would be pretty embarrassing, huh?"
"Yeah, 'specially since we're on your people's ship, and it would make a bad first impression and all…you were saying something about food?"
Jag nodded. "If this ship is configured like every other Chiss ship, which I'm sure it is, then there's a few restaurants and an officers' mess somewhere around here. You want to hit a restaurant?"
Jaina grinned. "Sounds good to me."
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Jag and Jaina sat in a darkened corner of the little tapcaf onboard the Avenger, waiting for their food to arrive. Jag reached across the table and held Jaina's hand in his. "I don't think I've told you just how much I've missed you, Lieutenant." He said.
Jaina smiled. "Oh, believe me Colonel, you've told me. And told me, and told me, and told me-"
Jag laughed. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "I s'pose you've got a point…"
"You suppose I've got a point?" she repeated.
"Yeah, I s'pose." He repeated.
"Oh. Ok. Go on."
Jag opened his mouth to go on, but just then the serving droid brought their food. "It can wait."
"Alright. What did you order us to eat, Colonel?" asked Jaina, picking up a fork.
"I dunno. I said the special." Jag shrugged.
"Oh. Smells good."
"That's a plus."
"Sure is." Jaina popped a bite into her mouth, and they ended up eating the rest of the meal in silence. When the serving droid came to clear away their plates, Jag ordered two whiskeys, and while they waited, Jag spoke up, "So, ah, we've got a quite a bit of time before we have to do anything, what would you like to do after this?"
"Did you have anything special in mind, Jag?" she asked.
"Not really," he admitted, "But sometime sooner or later, preferably later, I'll have to meet with the commanding officer on this ship. One of the officers was saying 'the General', and it seems he's interested in talking with me. Must have some news from my father or something."
"That's right, it's been awhile since you've spoken with your dad, hasn't it?"
Jag shrugged again. "A few months."
"I'd hate that. I try to talk to my parents whenever I can now, what with Jace and Ani…" she trailed off, leaving an uncomfortable silence. Jag reached out and squeezed her hand, and gave her a small, yet reassuring smile. The serving droid appeared again, but with only one whiskey. Jag frowned. "Didn't we order two?" he asked, but the droid was already retreating into the shadows. Jaina shrugged. "It's ok. Just give me a sip every now and then."
Jag smiled. "It's a deal. So, anyways, do you want a tour, maybe of the ship afterwards? And then, if you want I can show you to your bunk."
"Works for me. The more time I can spend with you, though, the better." She reached out and snatched Jag's whiskey from his hands, and swallowed a gulp. "Thanks."
"No problem." He replied, and then watched with amusement as she nearly finished the drink. "And you're sure you don't want one, too?" he asked.
"Positive." Jaina said, handing him back his glass. Jag's green eyes twinkled mischievously as a wise crack remark formed in his head, but he held his tongue, and just grinned at her. She narrowed her brown eyes. "Wipe that goofy grin off your face, flyboy." She muttered. "Why are you so happy?"
"Just thinking." Jag rose to his feet, stretching, before offering Jaina a hand up.
"Where to now, Colonel?" she asked, sliding an arm around him as he slid and arm around her shoulders.
"I don't know." He answered casually as they strolled down the halls.
"Uh-huh."
Jag just smiled as he led them through the corridors of the Chiss ship, and paused in front of a door. "These would be your quarters." He said, and started walking again. "And these, would be mine." He gestured to a door 20 meters away.
"Hmm…sounds nice. What do I have in my quarters?" Jaina asked.
"A bunk, a terminal and a repulsor chair." Jag responded.
"And what do you have in yours?"
"A bunk, a terminal, a repulsor chair, a food prep unit, a comm unit, a table, a 'fresher, a-"
"How come I don't get such nice treatment?" cut in Jaina.
"Because you aren't special." Jag said grinning.
Jaina pulled out of his hold to stand and stare at him. "Since when am I not special?"
Jag just laughed and enfolded her in a warm hug, kissing the tip of her nose. She clung to him fiercely, burying her face in his chest, and he stroked her silky brown hair, breathing and luxuriating in her sweet scent. He could feel her smiling, and he grinned too. "C'mon, we can't just stand here." he said as Jaina reluctantly freed herself from his embrace. He held her hand, fingers entwining, and tugged her down towards his quarters.
"Aren't you going to escort me to my quarters, Colonel?" she asked.
"We haven't talked enough. You can sleep later." He replied, keying his door open. He pulled her in, not bothering to turn on the lights, and as the door swished shut behind them, he wrapped her in a tight hug and kissed her tenderly, gently, before kissing her with urgency as she responded to the kiss. Just before he could do anything more, the door chimed. Jag cursed inwardly as he had to break free of the kiss. The door swished open, and it took all of Jag's training not to drop his jaw at the man standing before him. "Dad!" he whispered. "What are you doing here?"
General Baron Soontir Fel smiled. "I suppose I could ask you the same thing, really. I never expected you to show up here, really. But, I'm nonetheless glad to see you." He saluted Jag, and Jag saluted back crisply before bowing sharply.
"Now, son, are we going to stand around for the rest of the evening, or can I come inside and we can talk?" asked the older Fel.
Jag winced inside. This was not the way he had planned to introduce Jaina to his dad, not by a long shot. Matter of fact, this would look really, really, bad. "Ah, the place is a disaster…is there somewhere more private we can go to talk?" Jag crossed his fingers behind his back. Soontir Fel, frowned slightly, considering this, before nodding. "There's a conference room down the hall."
"Perfect." Jag said, following his dad down the hall. 'Sorry, Liuetenant…" he thought. 'Be back soon…'
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"No," Jaina replied, "I just want to spend time with you."
"I like that."
"You should."
Jag stopped in the hall, and glanced around just to make sure no one else was around, and kissed Jaina, full and long.
"What was that for, Colonel?" she whispered, her liquid brown eyes centimeters from his pale green ones.
"No reason, other than I haven't been able to do that for months." He smiled, his smile carrying all the way up to his green eyes, and couldn't resist the urge to kiss her again.
"Listen, flyboy, why don't we find somewhere else to go, and continue this conversation later?" she smirked. Jag could feel a blush creeping into his cheeks. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Would be pretty embarrassing, huh?"
"Yeah, 'specially since we're on your people's ship, and it would make a bad first impression and all…you were saying something about food?"
Jag nodded. "If this ship is configured like every other Chiss ship, which I'm sure it is, then there's a few restaurants and an officers' mess somewhere around here. You want to hit a restaurant?"
Jaina grinned. "Sounds good to me."
* * *
Jag and Jaina sat in a darkened corner of the little tapcaf onboard the Avenger, waiting for their food to arrive. Jag reached across the table and held Jaina's hand in his. "I don't think I've told you just how much I've missed you, Lieutenant." He said.
Jaina smiled. "Oh, believe me Colonel, you've told me. And told me, and told me, and told me-"
Jag laughed. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "I s'pose you've got a point…"
"You suppose I've got a point?" she repeated.
"Yeah, I s'pose." He repeated.
"Oh. Ok. Go on."
Jag opened his mouth to go on, but just then the serving droid brought their food. "It can wait."
"Alright. What did you order us to eat, Colonel?" asked Jaina, picking up a fork.
"I dunno. I said the special." Jag shrugged.
"Oh. Smells good."
"That's a plus."
"Sure is." Jaina popped a bite into her mouth, and they ended up eating the rest of the meal in silence. When the serving droid came to clear away their plates, Jag ordered two whiskeys, and while they waited, Jag spoke up, "So, ah, we've got a quite a bit of time before we have to do anything, what would you like to do after this?"
"Did you have anything special in mind, Jag?" she asked.
"Not really," he admitted, "But sometime sooner or later, preferably later, I'll have to meet with the commanding officer on this ship. One of the officers was saying 'the General', and it seems he's interested in talking with me. Must have some news from my father or something."
"That's right, it's been awhile since you've spoken with your dad, hasn't it?"
Jag shrugged again. "A few months."
"I'd hate that. I try to talk to my parents whenever I can now, what with Jace and Ani…" she trailed off, leaving an uncomfortable silence. Jag reached out and squeezed her hand, and gave her a small, yet reassuring smile. The serving droid appeared again, but with only one whiskey. Jag frowned. "Didn't we order two?" he asked, but the droid was already retreating into the shadows. Jaina shrugged. "It's ok. Just give me a sip every now and then."
Jag smiled. "It's a deal. So, anyways, do you want a tour, maybe of the ship afterwards? And then, if you want I can show you to your bunk."
"Works for me. The more time I can spend with you, though, the better." She reached out and snatched Jag's whiskey from his hands, and swallowed a gulp. "Thanks."
"No problem." He replied, and then watched with amusement as she nearly finished the drink. "And you're sure you don't want one, too?" he asked.
"Positive." Jaina said, handing him back his glass. Jag's green eyes twinkled mischievously as a wise crack remark formed in his head, but he held his tongue, and just grinned at her. She narrowed her brown eyes. "Wipe that goofy grin off your face, flyboy." She muttered. "Why are you so happy?"
"Just thinking." Jag rose to his feet, stretching, before offering Jaina a hand up.
"Where to now, Colonel?" she asked, sliding an arm around him as he slid and arm around her shoulders.
"I don't know." He answered casually as they strolled down the halls.
"Uh-huh."
Jag just smiled as he led them through the corridors of the Chiss ship, and paused in front of a door. "These would be your quarters." He said, and started walking again. "And these, would be mine." He gestured to a door 20 meters away.
"Hmm…sounds nice. What do I have in my quarters?" Jaina asked.
"A bunk, a terminal and a repulsor chair." Jag responded.
"And what do you have in yours?"
"A bunk, a terminal, a repulsor chair, a food prep unit, a comm unit, a table, a 'fresher, a-"
"How come I don't get such nice treatment?" cut in Jaina.
"Because you aren't special." Jag said grinning.
Jaina pulled out of his hold to stand and stare at him. "Since when am I not special?"
Jag just laughed and enfolded her in a warm hug, kissing the tip of her nose. She clung to him fiercely, burying her face in his chest, and he stroked her silky brown hair, breathing and luxuriating in her sweet scent. He could feel her smiling, and he grinned too. "C'mon, we can't just stand here." he said as Jaina reluctantly freed herself from his embrace. He held her hand, fingers entwining, and tugged her down towards his quarters.
"Aren't you going to escort me to my quarters, Colonel?" she asked.
"We haven't talked enough. You can sleep later." He replied, keying his door open. He pulled her in, not bothering to turn on the lights, and as the door swished shut behind them, he wrapped her in a tight hug and kissed her tenderly, gently, before kissing her with urgency as she responded to the kiss. Just before he could do anything more, the door chimed. Jag cursed inwardly as he had to break free of the kiss. The door swished open, and it took all of Jag's training not to drop his jaw at the man standing before him. "Dad!" he whispered. "What are you doing here?"
General Baron Soontir Fel smiled. "I suppose I could ask you the same thing, really. I never expected you to show up here, really. But, I'm nonetheless glad to see you." He saluted Jag, and Jag saluted back crisply before bowing sharply.
"Now, son, are we going to stand around for the rest of the evening, or can I come inside and we can talk?" asked the older Fel.
Jag winced inside. This was not the way he had planned to introduce Jaina to his dad, not by a long shot. Matter of fact, this would look really, really, bad. "Ah, the place is a disaster…is there somewhere more private we can go to talk?" Jag crossed his fingers behind his back. Soontir Fel, frowned slightly, considering this, before nodding. "There's a conference room down the hall."
"Perfect." Jag said, following his dad down the hall. 'Sorry, Liuetenant…" he thought. 'Be back soon…'
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hehe, thanx for all the reviews so far! And, I'll try to write more soon, it's just it's the end of the school year, tons of tests, ya know, go to study! So, next part whenever I can! :D