Disclaimer: Hey, it's the same as always, SW does not belong to me but to
the all powerful George Lucas.
~PG-13 stuff!! Don't read if you don't like that. And this chapter is really long, by special request ;-) ~
Chapter 9: Bring Me to Life
Jaina floated in the vacuum of space. She didn't know for how long. It could have been for minutes, hours, maybe even days. She had pulled herself into a hibernation trance to conserve her energy. Time wasn't something that was easily kept while in a hibernation trance. The next thing Jaina remembered after going EV was waking up in the med center, with Kyp sleeping in the chair by the side of her bed. Jaina groggily looked around the room for any sign of Jag, but finding none.
"Hey, you're awake." Kyp smiled sleepily up at her. She looked so beautiful. Too bad she belongs to Jag, Kyp thought, unless..
"Kyp, where's Jag?" Panic was written in Jaina's face. What if Jag had been hurt in the last battle? What if he hadn't made it out alive? What if he was in the med center too, hanging onto his life by a thread? Jaina whirled up and was halfway out of her bed when Kyp pushed her back down.
"Jaina, he's fine. I told him to leave, to go do something other than sit at your bedside. That boy hasn't left you since they brought you in here."
"How long have I been in?"
"About twelve standard days."
Jaina was taken aback. Twelve standard days? Her squadron was probably hurting in the worst way right now. She needed to get out of this med bay and get back to work. She had so much to do, new pilots to recruit, new strategies to formulate. It would take all of her time and energy, something she didn't really have. Jaina sat back into the bed, feeling about 20 years older than she had a few minutes ago.
"Jaina, we need to talk."
Jaina sighed wearily. "So talk, Kyp."
"Jaina, we almost lost you in that last battle. You have no idea how much Jag and I worried about you. Having you come so close to death made me realize something."
Jaina took in the look on his face. She knew what he was going to say. She shook her head vigorously. "No, Kyp, I can't let you say that. I won't let you say that. Because I know that deep down you don't really feel that way about me. Don't even think about saying it, Kyp."
"Jaina, I love you."
"Shavit, Kyp!! I told you not to say that!" Jaina turned her back on him. "I love Jag. You know that. I want to be with him and nothing you say is going to make me change my mind."
Kyp grabbed Jaina's shoulders and turned her back around to face him. Jaina struggled in his grasp, but in her weakened state, he proved to be much stronger than she was. Kyp held her shoulders firmly and looked deep into her brandy eyes, which were half-hidden by her brown hair at this point. He didn't hesitate, didn't say a word. Instead, he simply kissed her tenderly on the lips. He wanted to savor this moment, wanted to cherish it forever. Slowly, he started to move his lips against hers, hoping against hope that she would respond in the same fashion. He got a response.
She slapped him across the face.
Stunned, Kyp pulled back and let go of Jaina's shoulders. He couldn't believe that she didn't feel the same way about him.
"Kyp, I told you. I love Jag. Now, I'm going to let that go as a momentary lapse in judgment. You're tired and you're not thinking straight. Jag will find out about this. But I'm not going to let him come after you. You do it again, then he'll be on you like a set of vonduun-crab armor on a Yuuzhan Vong. You get me?" Kyp nodded, still too stunned to really say anything. "Good," Jaina said, "now go get Jag. I want to see him."
* * * * * * * * * *
Jaina lie on her bed, thinking about what Kyp had tried to do at the med center. She had told Jag and he was pissed. He wanted to tear Kyp to shreds for even touching Jaina like that. Jaina smiled. At least she knew that Jag would fight for her. And at least Kyp hadn't tried anything else.
The door to her quarters slid open. Jag stood in the doorway.
"Permission to enter?"
"Permission granted, nerf-herder." Jaina couldn't help but laugh. Jag asking permission to enter her room? Sometimes, he was too much. He had been doing all sorts of sweet unexpected things for Jaina ever since she'd been released from the med center. He stepped into her room. He was wearing his formal military uniform, not his usual flight uniform. Something was up.
"Jag, why are you dressed like that? There's nothing going on tonight that would warrant that type of dress code."
"Ah, but there is. You see, I have an invitation here addressed to a 'Ms. Jaina Solo' requesting her presence in the mess hall at 1900 hours. Dress is formal, but more specifically, dress is this." He pulled out a bag that he had been hiding behind his back and sat it down on Jaina's bed. With that done, he left.
Jaina stared at the bag sitting beside her on the bed, perplexed. Curiously, she opened up the bag. Inside was a dress made of lilac shimmersilk. It was one of the most beautiful gowns Jaina had ever seen. She got up from her bed and held the dress up in front of her as she gazed into her mirror. Something was definitely up.
At 1900 hours exactly, Jaina Solo was waiting in the mess hall, wearing the lilac shimmersilk dress. It was deserted, which was a feat in itself, considering the amount of ever-hungry pilots stationed here. In the center of the room sat one solitary table. Jaina shrugged and sat down at the table. A minute later, Jag strode into the mess hall. Without a word, he walked right up to Jaina, took her hands and pulled her up and out of her seat. She gave him a questioning look, but he still said nothing. Jag just looked down on Jaina, smiling. He lowered his head to hers and caught her lips in a passionate, possessive kiss. His hands caressed the fine material of the shimmersilk, and he was pleased to find that he could feel the contours of her body perfectly through the material. He teased her mouth to open for him and let his tongue explore all of the corners of her mouth. Jaina responded by wrapping her arms around him tight enough to seal a vacuum. Jag was making her weak-kneed. His touches stimulated every nerve ending in her body. Finally, she could no longer support her own weight on her knees and she let her body fall into Jag's. They sank to the floor and Jaina's hands immediately flew to the buttons on his uniform. Jag gathered the material of the shimmersilk into his hands. Jaina's hand worked furiously at the buttons to his pants. There was only one thin layer of clothe that separated them from being joined in the most intimate way. Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, Jag pulled back from the kiss and abruptly stood up. He offered a hand to Jaina and pulled her up as well.
"Well, that was a nice introduction, Colonel Fel, but would you care to tell me why I'm here?" Jaina asked breathlessly.
"You're here because I want you here."
Jaina laughed and looked away from Jag, brushing herself off. "No, I'm here because-" She trailed off as she looked back towards Jag and saw him kneeling on the floor. Her hear leapt into her throat. He couldn't be doing what she thought he was doing, could he?
"Jaina, I love you with all of my heart and soul. You have given me the most precious gift that anyone could've ever given me, you brought me to life. You showed me that there was more to living than just flying. You taught me how to live, how to love, and how to share. But there's one more thing that I want to share with you: my life. Jaina, will you marry me?"
Jag held his breath as the shock drained from Jaina's face. Then she sank to her knees on the floor in front of him and the tears flowed from her eyes, unadulterated.
"Yes, Jag, I will. I will!" And this time she took control of his lips, opening them fast and eagerly. They sank to the floor once more, swept up in the passion and pure happiness of the moment. After several more minutes of furious kissing, they reluctantly pulled away from each other, straightening their clothes and holding each other close, the food forgotten.
And in the shadows, a lone figure watched, utterly heartbroken and bent on revenge.
~PG-13 stuff!! Don't read if you don't like that. And this chapter is really long, by special request ;-) ~
Chapter 9: Bring Me to Life
Jaina floated in the vacuum of space. She didn't know for how long. It could have been for minutes, hours, maybe even days. She had pulled herself into a hibernation trance to conserve her energy. Time wasn't something that was easily kept while in a hibernation trance. The next thing Jaina remembered after going EV was waking up in the med center, with Kyp sleeping in the chair by the side of her bed. Jaina groggily looked around the room for any sign of Jag, but finding none.
"Hey, you're awake." Kyp smiled sleepily up at her. She looked so beautiful. Too bad she belongs to Jag, Kyp thought, unless..
"Kyp, where's Jag?" Panic was written in Jaina's face. What if Jag had been hurt in the last battle? What if he hadn't made it out alive? What if he was in the med center too, hanging onto his life by a thread? Jaina whirled up and was halfway out of her bed when Kyp pushed her back down.
"Jaina, he's fine. I told him to leave, to go do something other than sit at your bedside. That boy hasn't left you since they brought you in here."
"How long have I been in?"
"About twelve standard days."
Jaina was taken aback. Twelve standard days? Her squadron was probably hurting in the worst way right now. She needed to get out of this med bay and get back to work. She had so much to do, new pilots to recruit, new strategies to formulate. It would take all of her time and energy, something she didn't really have. Jaina sat back into the bed, feeling about 20 years older than she had a few minutes ago.
"Jaina, we need to talk."
Jaina sighed wearily. "So talk, Kyp."
"Jaina, we almost lost you in that last battle. You have no idea how much Jag and I worried about you. Having you come so close to death made me realize something."
Jaina took in the look on his face. She knew what he was going to say. She shook her head vigorously. "No, Kyp, I can't let you say that. I won't let you say that. Because I know that deep down you don't really feel that way about me. Don't even think about saying it, Kyp."
"Jaina, I love you."
"Shavit, Kyp!! I told you not to say that!" Jaina turned her back on him. "I love Jag. You know that. I want to be with him and nothing you say is going to make me change my mind."
Kyp grabbed Jaina's shoulders and turned her back around to face him. Jaina struggled in his grasp, but in her weakened state, he proved to be much stronger than she was. Kyp held her shoulders firmly and looked deep into her brandy eyes, which were half-hidden by her brown hair at this point. He didn't hesitate, didn't say a word. Instead, he simply kissed her tenderly on the lips. He wanted to savor this moment, wanted to cherish it forever. Slowly, he started to move his lips against hers, hoping against hope that she would respond in the same fashion. He got a response.
She slapped him across the face.
Stunned, Kyp pulled back and let go of Jaina's shoulders. He couldn't believe that she didn't feel the same way about him.
"Kyp, I told you. I love Jag. Now, I'm going to let that go as a momentary lapse in judgment. You're tired and you're not thinking straight. Jag will find out about this. But I'm not going to let him come after you. You do it again, then he'll be on you like a set of vonduun-crab armor on a Yuuzhan Vong. You get me?" Kyp nodded, still too stunned to really say anything. "Good," Jaina said, "now go get Jag. I want to see him."
* * * * * * * * * *
Jaina lie on her bed, thinking about what Kyp had tried to do at the med center. She had told Jag and he was pissed. He wanted to tear Kyp to shreds for even touching Jaina like that. Jaina smiled. At least she knew that Jag would fight for her. And at least Kyp hadn't tried anything else.
The door to her quarters slid open. Jag stood in the doorway.
"Permission to enter?"
"Permission granted, nerf-herder." Jaina couldn't help but laugh. Jag asking permission to enter her room? Sometimes, he was too much. He had been doing all sorts of sweet unexpected things for Jaina ever since she'd been released from the med center. He stepped into her room. He was wearing his formal military uniform, not his usual flight uniform. Something was up.
"Jag, why are you dressed like that? There's nothing going on tonight that would warrant that type of dress code."
"Ah, but there is. You see, I have an invitation here addressed to a 'Ms. Jaina Solo' requesting her presence in the mess hall at 1900 hours. Dress is formal, but more specifically, dress is this." He pulled out a bag that he had been hiding behind his back and sat it down on Jaina's bed. With that done, he left.
Jaina stared at the bag sitting beside her on the bed, perplexed. Curiously, she opened up the bag. Inside was a dress made of lilac shimmersilk. It was one of the most beautiful gowns Jaina had ever seen. She got up from her bed and held the dress up in front of her as she gazed into her mirror. Something was definitely up.
At 1900 hours exactly, Jaina Solo was waiting in the mess hall, wearing the lilac shimmersilk dress. It was deserted, which was a feat in itself, considering the amount of ever-hungry pilots stationed here. In the center of the room sat one solitary table. Jaina shrugged and sat down at the table. A minute later, Jag strode into the mess hall. Without a word, he walked right up to Jaina, took her hands and pulled her up and out of her seat. She gave him a questioning look, but he still said nothing. Jag just looked down on Jaina, smiling. He lowered his head to hers and caught her lips in a passionate, possessive kiss. His hands caressed the fine material of the shimmersilk, and he was pleased to find that he could feel the contours of her body perfectly through the material. He teased her mouth to open for him and let his tongue explore all of the corners of her mouth. Jaina responded by wrapping her arms around him tight enough to seal a vacuum. Jag was making her weak-kneed. His touches stimulated every nerve ending in her body. Finally, she could no longer support her own weight on her knees and she let her body fall into Jag's. They sank to the floor and Jaina's hands immediately flew to the buttons on his uniform. Jag gathered the material of the shimmersilk into his hands. Jaina's hand worked furiously at the buttons to his pants. There was only one thin layer of clothe that separated them from being joined in the most intimate way. Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, Jag pulled back from the kiss and abruptly stood up. He offered a hand to Jaina and pulled her up as well.
"Well, that was a nice introduction, Colonel Fel, but would you care to tell me why I'm here?" Jaina asked breathlessly.
"You're here because I want you here."
Jaina laughed and looked away from Jag, brushing herself off. "No, I'm here because-" She trailed off as she looked back towards Jag and saw him kneeling on the floor. Her hear leapt into her throat. He couldn't be doing what she thought he was doing, could he?
"Jaina, I love you with all of my heart and soul. You have given me the most precious gift that anyone could've ever given me, you brought me to life. You showed me that there was more to living than just flying. You taught me how to live, how to love, and how to share. But there's one more thing that I want to share with you: my life. Jaina, will you marry me?"
Jag held his breath as the shock drained from Jaina's face. Then she sank to her knees on the floor in front of him and the tears flowed from her eyes, unadulterated.
"Yes, Jag, I will. I will!" And this time she took control of his lips, opening them fast and eagerly. They sank to the floor once more, swept up in the passion and pure happiness of the moment. After several more minutes of furious kissing, they reluctantly pulled away from each other, straightening their clothes and holding each other close, the food forgotten.
And in the shadows, a lone figure watched, utterly heartbroken and bent on revenge.
