Oh, btw, this story is plotless. Forgot to mention that in the first
post... So, if you don't like plotless, angsty fluffkins, then this ain't
the story for you.
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Chapter Two
Jaina walked down the corridor, her robe flapping behind her. Reaching Jag's room, she knocked on the door. "Jag?" When there was no response, she pounded harder. "Jag! I know you're in there!" When she still received no answer, she became impatient and used the Force to physically slide the door open. "Ja-" She stopped suddenly. Jag was lying on his bed, the sheet and blanket on the floor, dressed in nothing but black boxers. Fire shot through her entire body, and her stomach flipped. She gulped, her throat suddenly dry as her eyes quickly swept up his sculpted back muscles and came to rest on his handsome face. Kriff. He's so amazingly hot. Jaina licked her lips, walking over to him and tentatively shaking his shoulder. "Jag?" she said again, this time with none of her former animosity.
Jag's eyes flickered open. "Wha. Jaina?" He squinted as the harsh light from the corridor splashed across his bed. "What are you doing in. SITH!!!"
He suddenly realized where he was and what he was wearing-- or not wearing, to be more exact. Scrabbling madly for the covers, a shirt, anything to protect his dignity, he lost his balance and fell to the floor with a thump. Flailing wildly, his hands finally found the blanket he was looking for and he wrapped it around himself. Oh kriff, I've never been so humiliated in my entire life! he thought, squeezing his eyes shut. Please let this be a nightmare. Please please please. Jaina Solo is not in my room, she did not just see me fall out of my bed. She DID NOT see me practically naked.
Jag was doing such a good job of convincing himself that he was scared witless when her voice sounded right above him.
Jaina was breathing hard. Jag is so incredibly sexy when he's just been woken up. Suddenly, before her thoughts could continue any futher in that direction, something Jag had said ean through her head. The rank you were born in suits you very well. Anything more would be redundant. She took a shuddery breath. Why? Force, why does he have to hate me so much?? "Jag, I have to talk to you." She licked her lips.
Jag stood and slowly turned to sit on his bed, avoiding her gaze. "What was so important that you couldn't wait until morning to barge in on me?" he asked, his face red.
Jaina blushed as well. "Ummm. well. I."
Jag sighed exasperatedly. "Look. Either tell me why you're here or let me go back to sleep. It's been a long day and I'm exhausted." His embarrassment at being caught in such a position was making his temper short.
Jaina's face flushed even redder. "I'm sorry. Sorry." Now, the whole thing seemed silly. "I don't know why I burst in here. Sorry." I'm not really sorry, she continued silently. I quite enjoyed the show, actually.
Jag's eyes flicked across her body and just as quickly shot away, the heat in his face intensifying. Is it just me, or is it suddenly really hot in here? he thought, doing his best to avoid thinking about the fact that Jaina Solo didn't wear very much to bed.
Jaina looked down to see the cause of his further embarrassment and felt like crawling into a very small hole. She grabbed for her robe which had come untied during their conversation and retied it tightly. Why, oh why is this happening to me?? she cried mentally, unaware of the fact that very similar sentiments were running through Jag's head. "I'll. er, I'll leave you alone now," she stammered, turning and beating a hasty exit.
She slammed the door shut behind her with the Force and leaned her head back against it. I can't believe that just happened. I can't. I behaved so stupidly, I wouldn't be surprised if he left for home tomorrow without even a goodbye. Tears formed in her eyes. Everyone leaves me, sooner or later. I guess it's a good thing he's leaving sooner, before he has a chance to break my heart even more. Good thing? Who am I kidding? I love him. Sliding down to sit on the floor, she dropped her face down on her knees and cried.
Little did she know, on the other side of the door a similar scene was being played out. Once the door slammed shut behind Jaina, Jag flung himself back on the bed. Oh stars, this has got to be the most embarrassing night of my entire life, he thought. I love her, she hates me, and I just embarrassed myself in front of the breathtaking girl I'm in love with, who in all likelihood is in love with Kyp Durron. Perfect. Just perfect. She must be so revolted. I wouldn't be surprised if she never speaks to me again after she asks me to go back to Nirauan tomorrow.
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And so the curtain falls on our tragic lovers, each unaware of the other's feelings because it's just so much more fun that way...
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Chapter Two
Jaina walked down the corridor, her robe flapping behind her. Reaching Jag's room, she knocked on the door. "Jag?" When there was no response, she pounded harder. "Jag! I know you're in there!" When she still received no answer, she became impatient and used the Force to physically slide the door open. "Ja-" She stopped suddenly. Jag was lying on his bed, the sheet and blanket on the floor, dressed in nothing but black boxers. Fire shot through her entire body, and her stomach flipped. She gulped, her throat suddenly dry as her eyes quickly swept up his sculpted back muscles and came to rest on his handsome face. Kriff. He's so amazingly hot. Jaina licked her lips, walking over to him and tentatively shaking his shoulder. "Jag?" she said again, this time with none of her former animosity.
Jag's eyes flickered open. "Wha. Jaina?" He squinted as the harsh light from the corridor splashed across his bed. "What are you doing in. SITH!!!"
He suddenly realized where he was and what he was wearing-- or not wearing, to be more exact. Scrabbling madly for the covers, a shirt, anything to protect his dignity, he lost his balance and fell to the floor with a thump. Flailing wildly, his hands finally found the blanket he was looking for and he wrapped it around himself. Oh kriff, I've never been so humiliated in my entire life! he thought, squeezing his eyes shut. Please let this be a nightmare. Please please please. Jaina Solo is not in my room, she did not just see me fall out of my bed. She DID NOT see me practically naked.
Jag was doing such a good job of convincing himself that he was scared witless when her voice sounded right above him.
Jaina was breathing hard. Jag is so incredibly sexy when he's just been woken up. Suddenly, before her thoughts could continue any futher in that direction, something Jag had said ean through her head. The rank you were born in suits you very well. Anything more would be redundant. She took a shuddery breath. Why? Force, why does he have to hate me so much?? "Jag, I have to talk to you." She licked her lips.
Jag stood and slowly turned to sit on his bed, avoiding her gaze. "What was so important that you couldn't wait until morning to barge in on me?" he asked, his face red.
Jaina blushed as well. "Ummm. well. I."
Jag sighed exasperatedly. "Look. Either tell me why you're here or let me go back to sleep. It's been a long day and I'm exhausted." His embarrassment at being caught in such a position was making his temper short.
Jaina's face flushed even redder. "I'm sorry. Sorry." Now, the whole thing seemed silly. "I don't know why I burst in here. Sorry." I'm not really sorry, she continued silently. I quite enjoyed the show, actually.
Jag's eyes flicked across her body and just as quickly shot away, the heat in his face intensifying. Is it just me, or is it suddenly really hot in here? he thought, doing his best to avoid thinking about the fact that Jaina Solo didn't wear very much to bed.
Jaina looked down to see the cause of his further embarrassment and felt like crawling into a very small hole. She grabbed for her robe which had come untied during their conversation and retied it tightly. Why, oh why is this happening to me?? she cried mentally, unaware of the fact that very similar sentiments were running through Jag's head. "I'll. er, I'll leave you alone now," she stammered, turning and beating a hasty exit.
She slammed the door shut behind her with the Force and leaned her head back against it. I can't believe that just happened. I can't. I behaved so stupidly, I wouldn't be surprised if he left for home tomorrow without even a goodbye. Tears formed in her eyes. Everyone leaves me, sooner or later. I guess it's a good thing he's leaving sooner, before he has a chance to break my heart even more. Good thing? Who am I kidding? I love him. Sliding down to sit on the floor, she dropped her face down on her knees and cried.
Little did she know, on the other side of the door a similar scene was being played out. Once the door slammed shut behind Jaina, Jag flung himself back on the bed. Oh stars, this has got to be the most embarrassing night of my entire life, he thought. I love her, she hates me, and I just embarrassed myself in front of the breathtaking girl I'm in love with, who in all likelihood is in love with Kyp Durron. Perfect. Just perfect. She must be so revolted. I wouldn't be surprised if she never speaks to me again after she asks me to go back to Nirauan tomorrow.
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And so the curtain falls on our tragic lovers, each unaware of the other's feelings because it's just so much more fun that way...