Sorry for the lack of update. I can't write action (I just realized this)
so I am going to have no action. There will be battles, but you will only
hear about them after they happen. Have fun!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jaina looked around her room and unpacked her clothes. She saw that there was a holo-tv (what's the name for those again?) and flipped it on. She found the remote and changed the channel.
Holo-news, holo-soaps, holo-comedy, holo-films. Hey! Holo-films, I wonder what's on this channel.
Jaina watched the film, uninterested at first and gathered interest as it went on. Soon she had a pillow clutched between her hands and tissues nearby, just in case. She had tears running freely down her face when Jacen walked in. He plopped down next to her and looked at the screen. He opened his mouth to say something and she raised her hand to shush him. It was the end of the movie when she finally let him speak. Although, now he had forgotten what he had come to say. Watching her and laughing at her for twenty minutes while she watched a holo-film had rid his mind of anything else except his sister and her odd ways. Jacen watched for another five minutes as the drama ended and waited for her to say something to him. Jaina dried her face, put away the tissues, and plopped down on the couch next to Jacen.
"So Jace, what's up?" Jaina asked.
"Not much. I forgot what I came in here to tell you though. Hmmmm. What was it? Oh yeah! Jag and I are preparing a meal and it will be ready at 8 o clock. Be dressed nicely because I plan on "being tired" and going to bed early. Before the meal even starts. There will be candles too, but I will be spying on you two." Jacen winked playfully at his sister and darted out the door.
Jaina grinned and thought about what to wear to dinner that evening. She walked into her bathroom, pulled the hair tie out of her hair, and shook her hair out in front of the mirror. Her thick, dark tresses fell lightly on her shoulders. She looked at herself in the mirror and decided that curls would look good in her hair. Not ringlets, just big fat curls. She decided that that was how she would do her hair for the night, but that she should wear her flight suit because you never know when there might be an emergency where they needed her to be able to move. Like an attack, that could put a damper on the evening.
But she cleared her mind of such thoughts and ran the water in the tub. She felt it with the tips of her fingers until the water ran hot and then she pulled the stopper up. The tub began to fill and she started to shed her clothes. She plugged in the curlers and finally put a towel on and her hair up in a bun. Digging through her bathroom cabinet she found the bubbles and poured them in the bath. The water level was rising steadily and soon she was taking her towel off and dipped her foot in the tub.
All of the sudden there was a knock on her door. She looked at her chrono. It was still 5 o clock. She wrapped the towel back around herself and rushed to the door. Opening the door exasperatedly she found herself face to face with Jag. He noticed her towel and realized that he had come at a bad time.
"I must have come at a bad time, so I'll come back later." Jag said as he turned around with a red face.
"Thanks," Jaina replied to the walking figure. She closed the door and rushed back to her warm bath. She dipped her foot in, shed her towel, and sunk deep into the bubbles. Her mind overflowed with thoughts of Jag as she soaked. As she noticed the water turning cool she got out of the tub and dried herself. She put on her underclothes and placed the curlers in her hair. She glanced at the chrono and saw that it was now 6:30 pm and she needed to start getting ready. She found her flight suit, put it on and waited for her hair to be done and ready. 30 minutes later her hair was curled and perfect without hairspray. She took one last look in the mirror and went to see what the guys were up to.
As she had suspected they were in the kitchen making dinner. Jacen looked at her and realized that she was wearing a flight suit. Not only that, but she had managed to look good in it and he knew that a flight suit was the best option. Jaina walked past Jag, laid a hand on his back, and went to talk with Jacen. They whispered quietly and glanced over at Jag every once and a while. This made Jag very nervous. While he chopped up the celery for the salad, he cut his finger with the knife because he was worried that they were talking about him and worried about what they might be saying. It began to bleed and he stuck his finger in his mouth. Jaina rushed over and ushered him out of the kitchen. She went to get the first aid kid and made sure that Jag stayed put on the couch in her quarters. Jag looked around and remembered her beautiful face. He realized that she didn't have to do much primping to look beautiful. No makeup bag was around and she was in a flight suit which clung to her in all the right places. Sweeping the room with his eyes he saw the door to the 'fresher and remembered the sight of her in a towel.
Jaina returned with a first aid kit in hand and grabbed Jag's hand as she sat down next to him. She took his index finger and examined the cut. She took a band-aid out and placed on his finger.
"Jag, Jag, Jag. Whatever will we do with you? We can't have you cutting yourself while doing the common job of cutting celery." She teased with a twinkle in her eye.
"Oh, I'll try to be more careful your most high.ness" He said as he went along with her game.
"Jag, I think we should lay down some rules for this trip. Such as you must kiss me at least once a day for if you don't I won't feel loved. And if I don't feel loved then there is no knowing what I may do." She smiled at him and he smiled back. Both grinning from ear to ear Jag pulled her onto his lap and she put her arms around his neck.
"Whatever you say you highness, but what will your father say?" Jag replied his lips inches away from hers. He leaned in for a kiss and she sighed and pulled back. She slid off his lap with a tortured look on her face.
*It was the fact that I said something about her dad. Or else this wouldn't be happening.* Jag though to himself. He placed an arm around her and pulled her close. He proceeded to whisper softly in her ear, "What was it that I said that made you upset?"
"Oh it's not you. It's the fact that when the great Han Solo finds out about you, there may be nothing left of you." She looked sadly into his eyes.
"I get it. Your father hates me."
"I said, it's not you and it's not. I can just tell that he's not going to like any man interested in his little girl."
"So daddy's little girl can't choose who she dates?"
"That's not what I said and you know it! I meant that I am going to date you either way, my father just can't find out. Nobody can really. I am acting as Goddess so I can't look like I am a 'mere mortal' by dating one. But I am going to because I want to." Jaina said sweetly to him. Jag leaned in for a kiss and this time she let herself go.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jaina looked around her room and unpacked her clothes. She saw that there was a holo-tv (what's the name for those again?) and flipped it on. She found the remote and changed the channel.
Holo-news, holo-soaps, holo-comedy, holo-films. Hey! Holo-films, I wonder what's on this channel.
Jaina watched the film, uninterested at first and gathered interest as it went on. Soon she had a pillow clutched between her hands and tissues nearby, just in case. She had tears running freely down her face when Jacen walked in. He plopped down next to her and looked at the screen. He opened his mouth to say something and she raised her hand to shush him. It was the end of the movie when she finally let him speak. Although, now he had forgotten what he had come to say. Watching her and laughing at her for twenty minutes while she watched a holo-film had rid his mind of anything else except his sister and her odd ways. Jacen watched for another five minutes as the drama ended and waited for her to say something to him. Jaina dried her face, put away the tissues, and plopped down on the couch next to Jacen.
"So Jace, what's up?" Jaina asked.
"Not much. I forgot what I came in here to tell you though. Hmmmm. What was it? Oh yeah! Jag and I are preparing a meal and it will be ready at 8 o clock. Be dressed nicely because I plan on "being tired" and going to bed early. Before the meal even starts. There will be candles too, but I will be spying on you two." Jacen winked playfully at his sister and darted out the door.
Jaina grinned and thought about what to wear to dinner that evening. She walked into her bathroom, pulled the hair tie out of her hair, and shook her hair out in front of the mirror. Her thick, dark tresses fell lightly on her shoulders. She looked at herself in the mirror and decided that curls would look good in her hair. Not ringlets, just big fat curls. She decided that that was how she would do her hair for the night, but that she should wear her flight suit because you never know when there might be an emergency where they needed her to be able to move. Like an attack, that could put a damper on the evening.
But she cleared her mind of such thoughts and ran the water in the tub. She felt it with the tips of her fingers until the water ran hot and then she pulled the stopper up. The tub began to fill and she started to shed her clothes. She plugged in the curlers and finally put a towel on and her hair up in a bun. Digging through her bathroom cabinet she found the bubbles and poured them in the bath. The water level was rising steadily and soon she was taking her towel off and dipped her foot in the tub.
All of the sudden there was a knock on her door. She looked at her chrono. It was still 5 o clock. She wrapped the towel back around herself and rushed to the door. Opening the door exasperatedly she found herself face to face with Jag. He noticed her towel and realized that he had come at a bad time.
"I must have come at a bad time, so I'll come back later." Jag said as he turned around with a red face.
"Thanks," Jaina replied to the walking figure. She closed the door and rushed back to her warm bath. She dipped her foot in, shed her towel, and sunk deep into the bubbles. Her mind overflowed with thoughts of Jag as she soaked. As she noticed the water turning cool she got out of the tub and dried herself. She put on her underclothes and placed the curlers in her hair. She glanced at the chrono and saw that it was now 6:30 pm and she needed to start getting ready. She found her flight suit, put it on and waited for her hair to be done and ready. 30 minutes later her hair was curled and perfect without hairspray. She took one last look in the mirror and went to see what the guys were up to.
As she had suspected they were in the kitchen making dinner. Jacen looked at her and realized that she was wearing a flight suit. Not only that, but she had managed to look good in it and he knew that a flight suit was the best option. Jaina walked past Jag, laid a hand on his back, and went to talk with Jacen. They whispered quietly and glanced over at Jag every once and a while. This made Jag very nervous. While he chopped up the celery for the salad, he cut his finger with the knife because he was worried that they were talking about him and worried about what they might be saying. It began to bleed and he stuck his finger in his mouth. Jaina rushed over and ushered him out of the kitchen. She went to get the first aid kid and made sure that Jag stayed put on the couch in her quarters. Jag looked around and remembered her beautiful face. He realized that she didn't have to do much primping to look beautiful. No makeup bag was around and she was in a flight suit which clung to her in all the right places. Sweeping the room with his eyes he saw the door to the 'fresher and remembered the sight of her in a towel.
Jaina returned with a first aid kit in hand and grabbed Jag's hand as she sat down next to him. She took his index finger and examined the cut. She took a band-aid out and placed on his finger.
"Jag, Jag, Jag. Whatever will we do with you? We can't have you cutting yourself while doing the common job of cutting celery." She teased with a twinkle in her eye.
"Oh, I'll try to be more careful your most high.ness" He said as he went along with her game.
"Jag, I think we should lay down some rules for this trip. Such as you must kiss me at least once a day for if you don't I won't feel loved. And if I don't feel loved then there is no knowing what I may do." She smiled at him and he smiled back. Both grinning from ear to ear Jag pulled her onto his lap and she put her arms around his neck.
"Whatever you say you highness, but what will your father say?" Jag replied his lips inches away from hers. He leaned in for a kiss and she sighed and pulled back. She slid off his lap with a tortured look on her face.
*It was the fact that I said something about her dad. Or else this wouldn't be happening.* Jag though to himself. He placed an arm around her and pulled her close. He proceeded to whisper softly in her ear, "What was it that I said that made you upset?"
"Oh it's not you. It's the fact that when the great Han Solo finds out about you, there may be nothing left of you." She looked sadly into his eyes.
"I get it. Your father hates me."
"I said, it's not you and it's not. I can just tell that he's not going to like any man interested in his little girl."
"So daddy's little girl can't choose who she dates?"
"That's not what I said and you know it! I meant that I am going to date you either way, my father just can't find out. Nobody can really. I am acting as Goddess so I can't look like I am a 'mere mortal' by dating one. But I am going to because I want to." Jaina said sweetly to him. Jag leaned in for a kiss and this time she let herself go.