On to the next chapter...
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Chapter Four
Jag walked up behind Jaina, who was busy tinkering with her X-Wing. "Jaina," he said softly.
Jaina jumped and turned. "Jag! What are you doing here?"
Jag searched her face for any sign of animosity towards him. Finding none, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for being so difficult," he said.
Jaina tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and laughed. "Don't worry about it," she said. "I haven't been the easiest person to get along with either. And I'll admit it, I did go out of my way to give you a hard time. But I'm sorry."
"Jaina, I love you," Jag blurted out. His face turned red. "I-I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I didn't mean-" He turned to go, but Jaina grabbed his arm.
"Did you mean that?" she asked, an incredulous look on her face.
"Of course I did," Jag murmured. "I've loved you ever since I first shot you down in the sims at Ithor."
Jaina laughed. "Not the most romantic thing to say to a girl." She brought her free hand up to caress Jag's face. "But I've been in love with you since then too. It just took me a lot longer to realize it."
Jag stared at her. "What did you just say?" he whispered.
"I love you." Jaina stared into Jag's eyes. "I love you, Jagged Fel."
Jag was astonished. Never in all of his life had he imagined that Jaina might actually love him. After what he'd seen the night before, he had been sure that she was in love with Kyp. She had kissed him, for Force's sake! Well, obviously he was wrong. He put both of his arms around her and pulled her close to his body. He leaned down and kissed her gently, almost as if he was afraid she'd break.
Jaina closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss. Pulling him closer, she opened her mouth in invitation.
Jag was stunned. Here he was, kissing Jaina Solo in the middle of the hangar bay in plain view of anyone that cared to see. Thank whatever powers that govern this universe that Han Solo is far, far away, he thought.
Jaina moaned and brought her hands up to run them through Jag's hair. For the first time in his life, he wished his hair could feel. What would it feel like to have Jaina's hands on my body. his thoughts trailed off as he broke for air, gasping.
Jaina leaned her forehead against his. "Wow," she murmured.
Jag chuckled. "Wow indeed." He caught his breath as he stared into Jaina's brandy eyes, full of love and desire. For him. He closed his eyes and gulped, then opened them again and found himself staring at the ceiling in his quarters, his pillow clutched tightly in his arms.
"Kriff!" he swore under his breath, breathing heavily. He closed his eyes to try and bring back the dream, but all he saw instead was Jaina's lips caressing Kyp's face. "Thanks so much, Kyp. I love you." Those three words, which should have had him jumping for joy, instead had smashed his world to pieces.
He rolled over and pounded the pillow with his fist. How I wish this was Kyp's face! he thought. No, Fel, you ingrate, Kyp's saved your life countless times. And if Jaina loves him, then, well, she loves him.
A tear rolled down his cheek. How ironic that I don't realize how much I really love her until I can't have her. She's not mine, and she never will be, now. His shoulders slumped. The only thing to do now is to go home, he said to himself. Go home and forget that she even exists.
He sat up, meaning to get dressed and then explain to his uncle why he had to go. But something stopped him. Uncle Wedge. Mother's brother. How would he feel if I left? Mom's never talked much about him, but I know they loved each other very, very much. He hasn't seen her in over twenty years, and now I'm his only link to her. I can't leave. I can't break my uncle's heart.
Sighing, he laid back down. Well, the only thing to do now is avoid Jaina as much as possible. If I don't see her, maybe my heart will heal. He laughed bitterly. It'll only ever heal if I forget about her. And that's never going to happen. Ever.
He stared up at the plaster ceiling that had exactly 3, 207 bumps on it. He knew. He'd counted. There was an aching hole in his chest where his heart had been until he'd so foolishly opened the door last night. I wanted to see if she was still there, he admitted. And if she had been, I would have asked her what was wrong. He closed his eyes on what he knew was going to happen. He would see Jaina kiss Kyp, and hear over and over the words, "Thanks so much, Kyp. I love you." The pieces of his heart would shatter into even smaller pieces again and again. It had already happened countless times in the few short hours since he had opened that thrice-cursed door.
He stared up at the ceiling and once again began counting the bumps in an effort to distract his heart.
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Fwahaha!!! You didn't REALLY think I'd make it THAT easy, did you??
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Chapter Four
Jag walked up behind Jaina, who was busy tinkering with her X-Wing. "Jaina," he said softly.
Jaina jumped and turned. "Jag! What are you doing here?"
Jag searched her face for any sign of animosity towards him. Finding none, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for being so difficult," he said.
Jaina tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and laughed. "Don't worry about it," she said. "I haven't been the easiest person to get along with either. And I'll admit it, I did go out of my way to give you a hard time. But I'm sorry."
"Jaina, I love you," Jag blurted out. His face turned red. "I-I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I didn't mean-" He turned to go, but Jaina grabbed his arm.
"Did you mean that?" she asked, an incredulous look on her face.
"Of course I did," Jag murmured. "I've loved you ever since I first shot you down in the sims at Ithor."
Jaina laughed. "Not the most romantic thing to say to a girl." She brought her free hand up to caress Jag's face. "But I've been in love with you since then too. It just took me a lot longer to realize it."
Jag stared at her. "What did you just say?" he whispered.
"I love you." Jaina stared into Jag's eyes. "I love you, Jagged Fel."
Jag was astonished. Never in all of his life had he imagined that Jaina might actually love him. After what he'd seen the night before, he had been sure that she was in love with Kyp. She had kissed him, for Force's sake! Well, obviously he was wrong. He put both of his arms around her and pulled her close to his body. He leaned down and kissed her gently, almost as if he was afraid she'd break.
Jaina closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss. Pulling him closer, she opened her mouth in invitation.
Jag was stunned. Here he was, kissing Jaina Solo in the middle of the hangar bay in plain view of anyone that cared to see. Thank whatever powers that govern this universe that Han Solo is far, far away, he thought.
Jaina moaned and brought her hands up to run them through Jag's hair. For the first time in his life, he wished his hair could feel. What would it feel like to have Jaina's hands on my body. his thoughts trailed off as he broke for air, gasping.
Jaina leaned her forehead against his. "Wow," she murmured.
Jag chuckled. "Wow indeed." He caught his breath as he stared into Jaina's brandy eyes, full of love and desire. For him. He closed his eyes and gulped, then opened them again and found himself staring at the ceiling in his quarters, his pillow clutched tightly in his arms.
"Kriff!" he swore under his breath, breathing heavily. He closed his eyes to try and bring back the dream, but all he saw instead was Jaina's lips caressing Kyp's face. "Thanks so much, Kyp. I love you." Those three words, which should have had him jumping for joy, instead had smashed his world to pieces.
He rolled over and pounded the pillow with his fist. How I wish this was Kyp's face! he thought. No, Fel, you ingrate, Kyp's saved your life countless times. And if Jaina loves him, then, well, she loves him.
A tear rolled down his cheek. How ironic that I don't realize how much I really love her until I can't have her. She's not mine, and she never will be, now. His shoulders slumped. The only thing to do now is to go home, he said to himself. Go home and forget that she even exists.
He sat up, meaning to get dressed and then explain to his uncle why he had to go. But something stopped him. Uncle Wedge. Mother's brother. How would he feel if I left? Mom's never talked much about him, but I know they loved each other very, very much. He hasn't seen her in over twenty years, and now I'm his only link to her. I can't leave. I can't break my uncle's heart.
Sighing, he laid back down. Well, the only thing to do now is avoid Jaina as much as possible. If I don't see her, maybe my heart will heal. He laughed bitterly. It'll only ever heal if I forget about her. And that's never going to happen. Ever.
He stared up at the plaster ceiling that had exactly 3, 207 bumps on it. He knew. He'd counted. There was an aching hole in his chest where his heart had been until he'd so foolishly opened the door last night. I wanted to see if she was still there, he admitted. And if she had been, I would have asked her what was wrong. He closed his eyes on what he knew was going to happen. He would see Jaina kiss Kyp, and hear over and over the words, "Thanks so much, Kyp. I love you." The pieces of his heart would shatter into even smaller pieces again and again. It had already happened countless times in the few short hours since he had opened that thrice-cursed door.
He stared up at the ceiling and once again began counting the bumps in an effort to distract his heart.
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Fwahaha!!! You didn't REALLY think I'd make it THAT easy, did you??