The two continued to alternate between dancing
and kissing for the next two standard hours, occasionally stopping long enough
to become aware of their surroundings. Brodey looked up from kissing her earlobe
to see that Jaina and Jag were now seated at a table. Jaina rested contentedly
on his lap, her eyes closed with her head on his shoulder. Jag wrapped his arms
lovingly around her, looking down at her with adoration as he kissed her on the
crown of her head.
"I think it may be about time for us to leave," Brodey said, kissing Anja softly
on the cheek. She lifted her head from its place on his shoulder and gazed
seductively into his eyes. He reached out and wiped the sweat that was beading
up on her forehead, leaning down to kiss her gently on the temple. She was even
more attractive under the flashing colored lights, with flushed cheeks and sweat
dripping down her face and neck. Her skin was glistening, her eyes were
sparkling, and her kisses flooded him with emotions that were indescribable.
'And she thinks you're propositioning her,' He thought, suddenly
realizing that he wouldn't actually mind going against his cultural mandate and
sleeping with her before marriage. The thought of his relatives still being
alive and that Jaina needed to get home and go to sleep kept him from acting on
his impulses.
"I was talking about how Jaina needs to get home and rest," He whispered into
her ear. She looked at him sadly for an instant, discontent shining from her
dark almond-shaped eyes, but she simply sighed and agreed.
Brodey led her through the crowd to where Kyp had been sitting and he found his
master holding the same girl he'd seen Kyp with an hour ago in a passionate
embrace. They were so caught up in kissing each other that Brodey feared they
might swallow each other's heads. Kyp broke off the kiss just long enough to
look tellingly over at Brodey, give him a thumbs-up, and quickly get up to
escort the young woman out the door.
"Looks like Kyp is going to have a fun night," Anja laughed as she stroked a
hand up Brodey's back, making him shiver slightly. "Sounds like he's got the
right idea."
"You've only just met me!" Brodey exclaimed as he saw Anja's suggestive grin. He
desperately wished he wasn't aching to spend the night with her, but it was
becoming more apparent with each passing minute. His rational mind had ceased to
work properly. Anja Gallandro had succeeded in reducing him to a love-sick blob
of goo.
"Ah, you're one of those good boys!" She laughed, pouting slightly. "Don't worry
Brodey, I can corrupt you. Just you wait."
'I can't wait,' He thought truthfully, hoping against hope that this
spunky young woman in her late twenties was his perfect match.
"Brodey, I think it's time to get out of here," Jaina said sleepily, stifling a
yawn. Brodey met eyes with Jag, who looked back with less severity. Perhaps he'd
determined that Brodey wasn't looking to date Jaina after all, or perhaps he was
just tired. Brodey was just glad that he didn't have to worry about another
confrontation. He simply nodded to Jag, confirming their departure.
"That was nice," Anja commented once they reached the lot. Her shawl was draped
lazily over her elbows since she was way too hot to wear it. Brodey could feel
the cool breeze evaporate the sweat off of his face and neck and play with his
hair. The night was peaceful and clear and when Brodey glanced up he saw the
lights from thousands of tiny planets and stars.
"It definitely was," Brodey agreed with a sigh of contentment, but something
just didn't feel quite right to him.
"Don't even move a muscle, jedi," Said a threatening voice from behind. Brodey
recognized the voice and presence all too late as he sensed a blaster barrel
being pointed directly at his head.
He turned around to face the familiar Peace Brigade officer with a personal
vendetta and about fifteen to twenty Vong warriors, amphistaffs in strike
position.
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