***HEAVENLY BODY***
DROGNAN
LATE MORNING, DAY 2
I use to think that my father was the most difficult person to understand. That, even through the guidance I find through the Force, there are still moments where I am left wondering what he is thinking and feeling.
Then I met Jag.
I'm getting better at figuring him out, though, even if he isn't aware of it. He may think he has all of his emotions guarded but have I got news for him! I have learned more about him in the last sixteen hours than I ever dreamed I would. It hasn't been through words, though. It has been through actions. It has been through the subtle glances in my direction that I see out of the corner of my eye. It has been through the Force.
Through his actions, I have learned that he is a compassionate man. He rescued me from the frozen lake outside this house and set to work making the conditions here suitable for us. He tended to my broken ribs with such gentleness and empathy that I could almost believe he had a gift for healing. That he was in fact a medic and not a pilot.
Do you know that he carried me from the lake to this place in the midst of that snowstorm outside? I know that most people would have done the same thing, however it somehow means much more to me knowing that Jag went to extraordinary measures to see to my safety.
Through his eyes, I see all the emotions that he cannot express with words. His upbringing was vastly different from mine and the way we look at things happening around us is interesting from the other's points of view. His eyes are the most beautiful green colour, a shade that is not quite pale and not truly vibrant. Sometimes it seems like he sees everything that is going on around him. However, it's his feelings that are captured there. Concern. Amusement. Determination. Affection.
Through the Force, I sense everything he most likely wishes me not to know. At least, not now. His presence is very strong, much like my dad and Wedge. I don't know how it happened but on Hapes a bond between us grew. Well, I guess I know part of the reason for that. It was there that I realized that I loved him.
And this morning, he realized he loved me too.
When I woke up earlier this morning, he was standing over at the window, looking out at the storm. It's pretty bad out there and we're going to be stranded on Drognan until it subsides. Not that I mind, of course. I enjoyed falling asleep in Jag's arms last night. I could get use to that very easily.
Although I was still sore from the crash and groggy from sleep and the anesthetic Jag had given me to help ease the pain of my broken ribs, I was able to touch lightly on his thoughts. He was confused and uncertain about our relationship. I guess that's kind of my fault; I certainly didn't treat him that great on Hapes. I frustrated him. I angered him. I drove him crazy a good deal of the time. Yet, after all that, he still showed me kindness and respect.
Somewhere in the haze of all his thoughts he knew he was falling in love with me. When I sensed that, I wanted to jump up and scream "I love you, too!". I would have if it wasn't for the fact that my side hurt terribly. And, also the knowledge that Jag wasn't ready to hear it. He was just discovering his feelings for me. I didn't want to scare him. I would gladly wait for him to admit it to himself first before I tell him I feel the same way.
I can't deny how I feel about him, though, and I'm not going to pretend that it doesn't exist while he sorts out his feelings. I'll do little things to let him know that I care. We talked for a little bit this morning and he told me the story about how he got the scar on his forehead. He FELL out of his ship! Can you believe that? I wanted to laugh so hard when he told me that but two things stopped me. The first was the embarrassment he still felt about that incident and the second was I was too busy losing myself in the sweet stare of his eyes.
I fell back to sleep again while he went to explore this place for provisions. I hope he finds some food. I'm famished. He's still not back yet but I can feel his presence. He's nearby. Perhaps I'll go and help him. I may not be able to carry anything heavy and Jag will most likely tell me to go back to bed when he sees me, but I can't let him do everything by himself. I can at least carry pillows or some blankets. Even a candle! Anything so that I don't feel totally useless here.
Getting up was a struggle and after what seemed like forever, I managed to stand on my feet.
Ow! My ribs are killing me. I'll have to use a healing technique to squelch that. Maybe I'll lose myself in the Force first and rid myself of the pain before I go to Jag.
Wait a second. What I am I saying? After having Jag administer to my injury last night, his hands so gentle while he wrapped the binding around me, why would I want to go back to a healing trance? His fingers on my skin is enough to ease any pain I might have. Perhaps I should fake some more injuries...
I feel a little light-headed but that will pass. I glanced around the room, noticing for the first time the place that Jag had brought me to. A dining hall, and a big one at that. One of the windows was missing its curtains and I could see from where I was standing the snow piling up against the outside of the house. I could hear the wind hitting the glass. It was almost hypnotic, like an enchanting melody.
The shirt that Jag had given me to wear fell to just above my knees. The fire in the room gave a little warmth but my legs were still cold. The shirt hung on me rather loosely. Not that I mind that, either. There was a deep, musky male scent on the material. And no, it wasn't laundry soap. It was Jag's scent. I closed my eyes and inhaled the essence of him. I don't ever want his scent to wash off me. That way, when we're not together, he's still with me.
Does that make sense? Probably not. I'm still feeling the effects of the anethestic.
I had to walk slow because my legs were still a little wobbly and my head throbbed a little. I'm lucky I didn't suffer worse injuries when I crashed. The stone floor was chilled beneath my feet. As I neared the double doors I noticed that next to a chest against the wall our clothes were heaped into a little puddle of fabric on the floor. I grinned as I looked at the mesh of Imperial and Rebel colours and wondered why it seemed natural to me to see Jag's clothes mixed in with mine.
The door creaked as I opened it, an action I almost regretted. It was very cold out in the hallway. I stepped out of the dining hall and took a quick survey of my surroundings. The main doors were closed yet there was a small pile of water near the base of the door on the left. The stairs before me curved upward to places unseen and along the walls there were tapestries, battered and faded, of sunsets, landscapes, and children playing. I wonder if they were the children who lived in this old home?
Turning down the hallway, I walked slowly, my thoughts lingering on this structure. I wonder where the owners are. Was the minefield I wandered into indeed put there during a blockade? Were these people forced to leave their homes? Did they ever intend to come back? What were they like? Were they happy here?
I came to the narrow room on the left of the hallway and smiled when I sensed Jag's presence. He was in there, his attention focused on something unknown to me. He was relaxed. I'm glad of that, you know. I was beginning to worry about him since he didn't sleep much last night. And he's limping. I hope he didn't hurt himself while landing and is trying to keep it from me. It would be just like him to not tell me in order to keep me focused on my own recovery. The door was open to the room and I turned to face it, prepared to greet him...
Have you ever experienced a moment where you feel as if you are frozen in time? As if everything is happening in slow motion around you and you cannot move, that all you can do is stand there in silent fascination?
I do believe I'm experiencing one of those moments right now.
Jag was facing away from me, standing in front of a small sink. He was naked from the waist up, his upper body exposed in all its male beauty. The black shirt he had been wearing was hanging on the doorknob, his black pants fitting him like a second skin. Water was running from one of the faucets. He had soap in his hands and after he lathered it up, he stretched out his right arm and ran the wet bar of soap over his skin. The soapy water trickled down over his arm, dripping lightly onto the floor.
I never thought washing could be so damned sexy.
He didn't know I was here, watching him like some love-struck fool. Oh, if he turned around now I would die! I know I shouldn't be staring, but really, can you blame me? This man is so handsome and the thing is, he isn't even aware of it!
I tilted my head, following every movement he made, studying every part of him. The curve of his shoulders. The contour of muscle when he flexed his arms again while dampening the soap. The fine lines of his back as he stood straight and continued to clean himself, totally oblivious to my presence.
Jag set the soap down on the side of the sink then leaned forward a little. Placing both hands under the running water, he splashed water on his face then ran his wet fingers back through his hair. Droplets of water trickled down his back, coming to rest at the waist of his pants.
Oh, I better leave now before I tackle him!
It was a difficult task but I managed to pull my gaze and the rest of me from that spot. How was I going to be able to endure being stranded here with him? Not only was he drop-dead gorgeous but he LOVED me! Anything was possible now.
One thing's for sure, though. Our stay here on Drognan was going to be interesting.
DROGNAN
LATE MORNING, DAY 2
I use to think that my father was the most difficult person to understand. That, even through the guidance I find through the Force, there are still moments where I am left wondering what he is thinking and feeling.
Then I met Jag.
I'm getting better at figuring him out, though, even if he isn't aware of it. He may think he has all of his emotions guarded but have I got news for him! I have learned more about him in the last sixteen hours than I ever dreamed I would. It hasn't been through words, though. It has been through actions. It has been through the subtle glances in my direction that I see out of the corner of my eye. It has been through the Force.
Through his actions, I have learned that he is a compassionate man. He rescued me from the frozen lake outside this house and set to work making the conditions here suitable for us. He tended to my broken ribs with such gentleness and empathy that I could almost believe he had a gift for healing. That he was in fact a medic and not a pilot.
Do you know that he carried me from the lake to this place in the midst of that snowstorm outside? I know that most people would have done the same thing, however it somehow means much more to me knowing that Jag went to extraordinary measures to see to my safety.
Through his eyes, I see all the emotions that he cannot express with words. His upbringing was vastly different from mine and the way we look at things happening around us is interesting from the other's points of view. His eyes are the most beautiful green colour, a shade that is not quite pale and not truly vibrant. Sometimes it seems like he sees everything that is going on around him. However, it's his feelings that are captured there. Concern. Amusement. Determination. Affection.
Through the Force, I sense everything he most likely wishes me not to know. At least, not now. His presence is very strong, much like my dad and Wedge. I don't know how it happened but on Hapes a bond between us grew. Well, I guess I know part of the reason for that. It was there that I realized that I loved him.
And this morning, he realized he loved me too.
When I woke up earlier this morning, he was standing over at the window, looking out at the storm. It's pretty bad out there and we're going to be stranded on Drognan until it subsides. Not that I mind, of course. I enjoyed falling asleep in Jag's arms last night. I could get use to that very easily.
Although I was still sore from the crash and groggy from sleep and the anesthetic Jag had given me to help ease the pain of my broken ribs, I was able to touch lightly on his thoughts. He was confused and uncertain about our relationship. I guess that's kind of my fault; I certainly didn't treat him that great on Hapes. I frustrated him. I angered him. I drove him crazy a good deal of the time. Yet, after all that, he still showed me kindness and respect.
Somewhere in the haze of all his thoughts he knew he was falling in love with me. When I sensed that, I wanted to jump up and scream "I love you, too!". I would have if it wasn't for the fact that my side hurt terribly. And, also the knowledge that Jag wasn't ready to hear it. He was just discovering his feelings for me. I didn't want to scare him. I would gladly wait for him to admit it to himself first before I tell him I feel the same way.
I can't deny how I feel about him, though, and I'm not going to pretend that it doesn't exist while he sorts out his feelings. I'll do little things to let him know that I care. We talked for a little bit this morning and he told me the story about how he got the scar on his forehead. He FELL out of his ship! Can you believe that? I wanted to laugh so hard when he told me that but two things stopped me. The first was the embarrassment he still felt about that incident and the second was I was too busy losing myself in the sweet stare of his eyes.
I fell back to sleep again while he went to explore this place for provisions. I hope he finds some food. I'm famished. He's still not back yet but I can feel his presence. He's nearby. Perhaps I'll go and help him. I may not be able to carry anything heavy and Jag will most likely tell me to go back to bed when he sees me, but I can't let him do everything by himself. I can at least carry pillows or some blankets. Even a candle! Anything so that I don't feel totally useless here.
Getting up was a struggle and after what seemed like forever, I managed to stand on my feet.
Ow! My ribs are killing me. I'll have to use a healing technique to squelch that. Maybe I'll lose myself in the Force first and rid myself of the pain before I go to Jag.
Wait a second. What I am I saying? After having Jag administer to my injury last night, his hands so gentle while he wrapped the binding around me, why would I want to go back to a healing trance? His fingers on my skin is enough to ease any pain I might have. Perhaps I should fake some more injuries...
I feel a little light-headed but that will pass. I glanced around the room, noticing for the first time the place that Jag had brought me to. A dining hall, and a big one at that. One of the windows was missing its curtains and I could see from where I was standing the snow piling up against the outside of the house. I could hear the wind hitting the glass. It was almost hypnotic, like an enchanting melody.
The shirt that Jag had given me to wear fell to just above my knees. The fire in the room gave a little warmth but my legs were still cold. The shirt hung on me rather loosely. Not that I mind that, either. There was a deep, musky male scent on the material. And no, it wasn't laundry soap. It was Jag's scent. I closed my eyes and inhaled the essence of him. I don't ever want his scent to wash off me. That way, when we're not together, he's still with me.
Does that make sense? Probably not. I'm still feeling the effects of the anethestic.
I had to walk slow because my legs were still a little wobbly and my head throbbed a little. I'm lucky I didn't suffer worse injuries when I crashed. The stone floor was chilled beneath my feet. As I neared the double doors I noticed that next to a chest against the wall our clothes were heaped into a little puddle of fabric on the floor. I grinned as I looked at the mesh of Imperial and Rebel colours and wondered why it seemed natural to me to see Jag's clothes mixed in with mine.
The door creaked as I opened it, an action I almost regretted. It was very cold out in the hallway. I stepped out of the dining hall and took a quick survey of my surroundings. The main doors were closed yet there was a small pile of water near the base of the door on the left. The stairs before me curved upward to places unseen and along the walls there were tapestries, battered and faded, of sunsets, landscapes, and children playing. I wonder if they were the children who lived in this old home?
Turning down the hallway, I walked slowly, my thoughts lingering on this structure. I wonder where the owners are. Was the minefield I wandered into indeed put there during a blockade? Were these people forced to leave their homes? Did they ever intend to come back? What were they like? Were they happy here?
I came to the narrow room on the left of the hallway and smiled when I sensed Jag's presence. He was in there, his attention focused on something unknown to me. He was relaxed. I'm glad of that, you know. I was beginning to worry about him since he didn't sleep much last night. And he's limping. I hope he didn't hurt himself while landing and is trying to keep it from me. It would be just like him to not tell me in order to keep me focused on my own recovery. The door was open to the room and I turned to face it, prepared to greet him...
Have you ever experienced a moment where you feel as if you are frozen in time? As if everything is happening in slow motion around you and you cannot move, that all you can do is stand there in silent fascination?
I do believe I'm experiencing one of those moments right now.
Jag was facing away from me, standing in front of a small sink. He was naked from the waist up, his upper body exposed in all its male beauty. The black shirt he had been wearing was hanging on the doorknob, his black pants fitting him like a second skin. Water was running from one of the faucets. He had soap in his hands and after he lathered it up, he stretched out his right arm and ran the wet bar of soap over his skin. The soapy water trickled down over his arm, dripping lightly onto the floor.
I never thought washing could be so damned sexy.
He didn't know I was here, watching him like some love-struck fool. Oh, if he turned around now I would die! I know I shouldn't be staring, but really, can you blame me? This man is so handsome and the thing is, he isn't even aware of it!
I tilted my head, following every movement he made, studying every part of him. The curve of his shoulders. The contour of muscle when he flexed his arms again while dampening the soap. The fine lines of his back as he stood straight and continued to clean himself, totally oblivious to my presence.
Jag set the soap down on the side of the sink then leaned forward a little. Placing both hands under the running water, he splashed water on his face then ran his wet fingers back through his hair. Droplets of water trickled down his back, coming to rest at the waist of his pants.
Oh, I better leave now before I tackle him!
It was a difficult task but I managed to pull my gaze and the rest of me from that spot. How was I going to be able to endure being stranded here with him? Not only was he drop-dead gorgeous but he LOVED me! Anything was possible now.
One thing's for sure, though. Our stay here on Drognan was going to be interesting.