From Scratch
Chapter 10
Jacen awoke the next morning feeling refreshed. Slowly, he stretched out muscles tight from being in one position for too long. The gashes on his shoulders were completely healed, the blood that was left the only evidence of his encounter with the vornskr. Thinking of that, he should probably go feed the thing before it began raising a fuss. Tenel Ka needed her beauty sleep. He almost laughed. Yeah right. She was gorgeous enough as it was, any more and he'd never be able to put two sentences together around her. Carefully, he rolled from the bunk, dropping lightly to his feet and absorbing the shock with his legs. He didn't make a sound as he landed. His gaze went immediately to the young woman on the bottom bunk. Her face was relaxed in sleep, her exotically slanted cheekbones a healthy pink color that contrasted nicely with her russet hair. A shadow of a half-smile played about her lips as she turned her head and murmured something in her sleep, shifting slightly. The blanket on her body shifted and fell from her hip as she rolled towards where Jacen stood.
His eyes widened in surprise as the blanket fell away partially to reveal a tanned, trim stomach, her long legs and more upper body flesh than he'd ever seen on her. He blinked, certain he was imagining things, and looked again. Nope. Tenel Ka was wearing little more than a bathing suit to bed. One that wasn't very concealing. The swell of her breast rose in slow motion in time with her breathing and Jacen found his gaze riveted. Oh, she was covered enough for the suit to be considered decent, but what wasn't covered was trim, barely defined muscle that would respond to her every move, her every whim. Jacen had the strangest urge to get down on his knees and thank the Force for creating such a tempting, beautiful woman. And she was his. Or would be by the end of this misadventure.
His gaze traveled upwards, to the curve of her neck, tracing the lines of her shoulders before making their way back to her face. His mouth was dry and he was certainly away. Now this wasn't a bad way to wake up. Shaking the thoughts away, he turned from the bed, fighting the urge to slide down on the single bunk beside her and take her in his arms. He wanted her to wake up like that, but the second morning out on the trip was probably the worst possible timing. She still wasn't very happy with him.
Jacen collected a change of trousers and headed for the 'fresher, not daring to look at the sleeping vision on the bed again. If he did, he wasn't sure if he could stop himself.
Tenel Ka woke as the sounds of a feeding vornskr penetrated her sleep-fogged brain. She'd been dreaming. Dreaming Jacen Solo had kidnapped her with the help of an aid, that he'd kissed her passionately and declared he wanted to become her consort. She woke feeling utterly refreshed and amused. Dreams were so- gray. Her ceiling wasn't gray. She blinked, her eyes focusing on the drab surroundings as the previous days events came rushing back to her. It hadn't been a dream. Her hand clenched, the only outward show of her inner frustration. She was trapped on a small transport with the one man she found almost irresistible. An exciting fantasy when she was sleeping and a complete nightmare when it became a reality. Jacen Solo was the most aggravating male she'd ever met.
She tossed the covers back and sat up, pushing her hair out of her eyes as she looked around the room. A pair of slashed pants was lying on the floor, as if Jacen had simply dropped them. She wouldn't think about that. Pushing herself to her feet, she stretched, arching back to get the kinks out of her body. She could hear the sound of the vornskr through the bulkhead walls and shook her head. Today she'd have to see what Jana had sent along with them. If nothing else, it would be interesting.
Heading straight for the closet, she opened it and dug through the bag on the floor. She pulled the most comfortable suit of lizard armor she could find from it and angled the door, just in case Jacen walked back in while she was changing. She quickly changed her clothing, throwing the sleeping suit back on her pillow, before leaving the room. Jacen's presence was in the cockpit and she wasn't looking forward to this morning's confrontation just yet. She needed a cup of caf and something to eat if she was going to deal with him civilly.
She spent the next two hours in the galley and it quickly became apparent that Jacen was avoiding her. He'd been in every room on the ship except the one she was in. He'd checked on the vornskr, gone back to the bedroom and even peeked into the dining room. Not once did he approach her or speak to her, she didn't even feel the Force touch of his senses as he went about the ship. What was he up to?
Tenel Ka made her way to the cargo bay, trying to put the suspicions out of her mind. Just because Jacen didn't lavish attention on her while they were trapped together on a small ship didn't mean anything. He could simply want some time alone. My left foot, she thought contemptuously. Jacen Solo was simply avoiding her to escape her. She understood that, but to have him do it so blatantly was bordering on insulting. She palmed the door open, barely sparing a glance for the vornskr who was alert and its stump of a tail twitching as she passed it. It couldn't harm her, wouldn't, so she put it out of her mind as she walked towards the largest crate in the cargo bay. This, then, was the crate Jana had so carefully packed.
She approached it, placing her palm flat against the durasteel packaging. She carefully examined it, finding a panel with an electronic lock. She almost grimaced. Trust Jana to use the one method of security Tenel Ka had little or no interest in. Stupid electronic locks. She made a mental note to take courses in basic slicing as she examined the pad.
"Do you know the code?"
She spun, dropping into a low crouch at the sound of Jacen's voice. "I do not." The words had barely passed her lips when she had to force herself to keep her eyes above his neck. Not good. She hadn't been looking at him for 30 seconds and already she wanted him. For what exactly she didn't know, but she had a feeling she was going to find out one of these days.
"May I?" he quirked an eyebrow at her, as if to say he knew exactly what she was thinking.
Tenel Ka couldn't help but remember her less than covering clothing and found she really didn't have a leg to stand on. Whatever she was fighting while she looked at him, he was fighting it too. At least she wasn't alone in her attraction. She waved him to the pad and turned her back on him. She settled herself on the floor and began to work the tension out of her muscles. The worst part about being cooped up on a ship was the lack of space; she couldn't train properly.
Several minutes later, the sound of a lock coming free reached her ears and she turned her head. Jacen was straightening from a crouched position, his hands running slowly over the locking clamps on the crate. She turned around, fighting the mental image of his hands running over -her- in that manner. A smooth, exploratory slide that started at the top and... she shook her head, suddenly irritated with herself for thinking such thoughts. The irritation carried to him as she thought of their source and spun to her feet with a cat-like grace. "Are you finished?"
He barely spared her a glance and for some reason that stung more than she would have liked.
Jacen fought against looking at her as she stepped next to him. "Yeah, I think I'm done. Knowing Jana, there might be a secondary security measure." He could tell she didn't like that observation by the sudden tilt of her chin. "Would you like me to leave?"
"I would -like- to be returned home." She informed him, yet again reminding him she was an unwilling participant in this voyage.
"Sorry, sweetheart, we're in this for a long ride. I could just lock you in the cabin for the duration of this space flight."
Her eyes narrowed. Just where did he get off calling her 'sweetheart'? "Try it."
He smirked. "If I didn't think I'd end up in there with you, I might be inclined to try. No, I don't think I will. Check your package, I'm sure Jana packed lots of goodies that won't harm me."
Improvised weapons do damage, was the first thought that crossed her mind as she turned her back on him and examined the crate. But no. She didn't have the heart to hit him, not with something that might kill him at least. Her lightsaber was another matter. She was still steaming from his victory and was almost tempted to demand a rematch. If she thought he'd oblige, she might have issued the challenge.
Carefully and methodically, Tenel Ka removed the first of the locking bars, prying it forcefully from where it was welded to the side of the metal crate, piece by piece, the first of the huge clamps began to pile up on the floor.
Jacen watched her work for a few minutes, admiring the way her muscles flexed as she moved. The woman may be hell on his blood pressure but she had an incredible rear view. Not wanting to get his head bitten off for staring, he finally spoke. "Can I help?"
She barely spared him a look before continuing with her job. After avoiding her he wanted to help? She didn't think so; this was a good way to work off her excessive energy. She paused briefly at that thought before continuing in her chore. She didn't want too think too long on ways to expend the energy humming through her veins, if she did they inevitably all included Jacen with a decided lack of control. And clothing. She almost blushed as she tried to block the thoughts from her mind, but with the previous day's kiss still fresh in her mind it was next to impossible. "I do not require your help.
"I didn't ask if you needed it, I asked if you wanted it."
"No."
His eyes narrowed. "How long can you keep up this spoiled Princess routine, Tenel Ka? It really doesn't suit you."
She didn't bother to reply, simply tugged one of the larger locking bars from the side of the crate and dropped it to the deck behind her. Jacen had had enough. He stepped forward as she moved to pry at the next one and slammed his hand down before hers. "I'm getting awful tired of spending my time with a tantrum throwing brat."
She glared at him, her face impassive as her eyes shot fire. "I did not choose to be here. Your comfort level is my last concern."
"You're choosing to make this harder than it has to be," he shot back, his control firmly in place. He refused to allow this to degenerate into a yelling match, much fun as it would be to turn her anger into another kind of passion again. "Why? Why not simply enjoy my company and forget my motives?"
"That is my affair."
"I affects us both, Tenel Ka," he searched her gaze, and saw no room for compromise. She was angry. Angry with him and the situation he'd placed her in. Angry with herself for falling for it, and him, and being unwilling to let herself choose what she wanted for once. Most of all he could see the anger at her aid for helping plan this. "Can't you simply make the best of it?"
In response, she lifted another bracing from the crate and dropped it, narrowly missing his feet. She arched an eyebrow at him in silent challenge.
Jacen jumped back even as the bar dropped, his gaze narrowing. "I guess it was too much to ask. If you need to complain about something else, your highness, I'll be in the cockpit."
She felt bad for a moment as his words lashed back at her, and then her temper, which was skating a dangerous edge, flared back to life. He'd used her title! Why? She spun on her heel, turning back to the crate and didn't bother to watch him leave. She continued to work on opening the reinforced crate. Infuriating man. Complaining about -her- behavior when she had every right to be upset. At least she wasn't the type to scream and throw things without a good reason. She shook her head. He should be counting his blessings she wasn't trying to strangle him in his sleep. The fact that he slept in the same room with her either said he was very stupid or very brave. And, after seeing him deal with her the last day, she was grudgingly leaning towards the later.
Slowly, over the course of the next hour, she methodically tore the security locking clamps and buffers from the crate. She finally paused to catch her breath when she reached the sealed clamps. She had worked up a small sweat, but the cool temperature in the docking bay kept her from feeling uncomfortable. She looked at the secured latches, suddenly wondering if she really wanted to know what was inside the crate. Whatever it was, it had been amply protected.
She grasped the first of the latches in a firm grip and, with a decisive movement, began flipping them open.
Jacen felt a sudden, momentary explosion of emotion from his shipmate and grinned. She'd finally opened the crate, if that myriad of emotions was anything to go by. He chucked softly as the shock he felt was expertly shielded. Poor Tenel Ka. She'd been getting one surprise after another since he'd come back into her life. His smile was almost wolfish, satisfied. Served her right. Quickly double-checking their course and speed, he leaned back in his chair. Less than an hour until they'd be rendezvousing with Karrde's people. She'd have to be occupied while they unloaded the vornskr. That would take some doing. He frowned. What did he have on board that could keep her busy for 30 minutes and not get him killed? Slowly, a thought began to form in his mind and a slow, almost evil smile spread across his lips. Oh, this was going to be fun.
Tenel Ka was not impressed. If this was Jana's idea of a joke, she was going to take personal pleasure in not only having her flogged, but in wielding the whip herself! Inside the crate was a mess of assorted items, the largest of these a quick expanding mattress that was easily made for two people. That was an item Tenel Ka had no intention of using anytime soon, especially while she was on this ship. Assorted wilderness survival gear, a large bag bulging with, she assumed, clothing and lastly a small crate filled with items containing natural aphrodisiacs; soaps, gels, lotions and spices. If Jana was trying to be subtle, she'd failed miserably. Tenel Ka placed the small crate back in the larger one. Not that she'd need those, there was enough tension between her and Jacen that was ready to explode already.
She pulled the bag of clothing from the crate and opened it, her lips thinning in annoyance as several items popped out. Flogging was too good, too painless, for Jana. She lifted one of the items her aid had so 'thoughtfully' packed. It was a top. At least, she thought it was a top. It was slippery enough that it was sliding though her fingers like water. The fabric was satin, what little there was of it, and almost sheer. No. Flogging was definitely too painless. Everything inside it was designed to show more skin than it hid. Most of it was bordering on indecent if not blatantly obvious. Jana was a dead woman. If they'd been functional clothing Tenel Ka wouldn't have minded, but satins, shimmer silks and lace held together with little more than gravity had never been accused of being remotely functional.
She closed the bag with a disgusted snap. Had Jacen known of Jana's choice? A part of her hoped he'd hadn't and yet a part of her hoped he had. He was here; Jana was not. If he'd played any part in having these specific clothes, of which she'd never seen any of them before, she was going to take great pleasure in making the remained of her 'captivity' as hard as possible on him. As it was, Jacen was going to have to do something spectacular to get back into her good graces. And mind blowing kisses didn't count.
Chapter 10
Jacen awoke the next morning feeling refreshed. Slowly, he stretched out muscles tight from being in one position for too long. The gashes on his shoulders were completely healed, the blood that was left the only evidence of his encounter with the vornskr. Thinking of that, he should probably go feed the thing before it began raising a fuss. Tenel Ka needed her beauty sleep. He almost laughed. Yeah right. She was gorgeous enough as it was, any more and he'd never be able to put two sentences together around her. Carefully, he rolled from the bunk, dropping lightly to his feet and absorbing the shock with his legs. He didn't make a sound as he landed. His gaze went immediately to the young woman on the bottom bunk. Her face was relaxed in sleep, her exotically slanted cheekbones a healthy pink color that contrasted nicely with her russet hair. A shadow of a half-smile played about her lips as she turned her head and murmured something in her sleep, shifting slightly. The blanket on her body shifted and fell from her hip as she rolled towards where Jacen stood.
His eyes widened in surprise as the blanket fell away partially to reveal a tanned, trim stomach, her long legs and more upper body flesh than he'd ever seen on her. He blinked, certain he was imagining things, and looked again. Nope. Tenel Ka was wearing little more than a bathing suit to bed. One that wasn't very concealing. The swell of her breast rose in slow motion in time with her breathing and Jacen found his gaze riveted. Oh, she was covered enough for the suit to be considered decent, but what wasn't covered was trim, barely defined muscle that would respond to her every move, her every whim. Jacen had the strangest urge to get down on his knees and thank the Force for creating such a tempting, beautiful woman. And she was his. Or would be by the end of this misadventure.
His gaze traveled upwards, to the curve of her neck, tracing the lines of her shoulders before making their way back to her face. His mouth was dry and he was certainly away. Now this wasn't a bad way to wake up. Shaking the thoughts away, he turned from the bed, fighting the urge to slide down on the single bunk beside her and take her in his arms. He wanted her to wake up like that, but the second morning out on the trip was probably the worst possible timing. She still wasn't very happy with him.
Jacen collected a change of trousers and headed for the 'fresher, not daring to look at the sleeping vision on the bed again. If he did, he wasn't sure if he could stop himself.
Tenel Ka woke as the sounds of a feeding vornskr penetrated her sleep-fogged brain. She'd been dreaming. Dreaming Jacen Solo had kidnapped her with the help of an aid, that he'd kissed her passionately and declared he wanted to become her consort. She woke feeling utterly refreshed and amused. Dreams were so- gray. Her ceiling wasn't gray. She blinked, her eyes focusing on the drab surroundings as the previous days events came rushing back to her. It hadn't been a dream. Her hand clenched, the only outward show of her inner frustration. She was trapped on a small transport with the one man she found almost irresistible. An exciting fantasy when she was sleeping and a complete nightmare when it became a reality. Jacen Solo was the most aggravating male she'd ever met.
She tossed the covers back and sat up, pushing her hair out of her eyes as she looked around the room. A pair of slashed pants was lying on the floor, as if Jacen had simply dropped them. She wouldn't think about that. Pushing herself to her feet, she stretched, arching back to get the kinks out of her body. She could hear the sound of the vornskr through the bulkhead walls and shook her head. Today she'd have to see what Jana had sent along with them. If nothing else, it would be interesting.
Heading straight for the closet, she opened it and dug through the bag on the floor. She pulled the most comfortable suit of lizard armor she could find from it and angled the door, just in case Jacen walked back in while she was changing. She quickly changed her clothing, throwing the sleeping suit back on her pillow, before leaving the room. Jacen's presence was in the cockpit and she wasn't looking forward to this morning's confrontation just yet. She needed a cup of caf and something to eat if she was going to deal with him civilly.
She spent the next two hours in the galley and it quickly became apparent that Jacen was avoiding her. He'd been in every room on the ship except the one she was in. He'd checked on the vornskr, gone back to the bedroom and even peeked into the dining room. Not once did he approach her or speak to her, she didn't even feel the Force touch of his senses as he went about the ship. What was he up to?
Tenel Ka made her way to the cargo bay, trying to put the suspicions out of her mind. Just because Jacen didn't lavish attention on her while they were trapped together on a small ship didn't mean anything. He could simply want some time alone. My left foot, she thought contemptuously. Jacen Solo was simply avoiding her to escape her. She understood that, but to have him do it so blatantly was bordering on insulting. She palmed the door open, barely sparing a glance for the vornskr who was alert and its stump of a tail twitching as she passed it. It couldn't harm her, wouldn't, so she put it out of her mind as she walked towards the largest crate in the cargo bay. This, then, was the crate Jana had so carefully packed.
She approached it, placing her palm flat against the durasteel packaging. She carefully examined it, finding a panel with an electronic lock. She almost grimaced. Trust Jana to use the one method of security Tenel Ka had little or no interest in. Stupid electronic locks. She made a mental note to take courses in basic slicing as she examined the pad.
"Do you know the code?"
She spun, dropping into a low crouch at the sound of Jacen's voice. "I do not." The words had barely passed her lips when she had to force herself to keep her eyes above his neck. Not good. She hadn't been looking at him for 30 seconds and already she wanted him. For what exactly she didn't know, but she had a feeling she was going to find out one of these days.
"May I?" he quirked an eyebrow at her, as if to say he knew exactly what she was thinking.
Tenel Ka couldn't help but remember her less than covering clothing and found she really didn't have a leg to stand on. Whatever she was fighting while she looked at him, he was fighting it too. At least she wasn't alone in her attraction. She waved him to the pad and turned her back on him. She settled herself on the floor and began to work the tension out of her muscles. The worst part about being cooped up on a ship was the lack of space; she couldn't train properly.
Several minutes later, the sound of a lock coming free reached her ears and she turned her head. Jacen was straightening from a crouched position, his hands running slowly over the locking clamps on the crate. She turned around, fighting the mental image of his hands running over -her- in that manner. A smooth, exploratory slide that started at the top and... she shook her head, suddenly irritated with herself for thinking such thoughts. The irritation carried to him as she thought of their source and spun to her feet with a cat-like grace. "Are you finished?"
He barely spared her a glance and for some reason that stung more than she would have liked.
Jacen fought against looking at her as she stepped next to him. "Yeah, I think I'm done. Knowing Jana, there might be a secondary security measure." He could tell she didn't like that observation by the sudden tilt of her chin. "Would you like me to leave?"
"I would -like- to be returned home." She informed him, yet again reminding him she was an unwilling participant in this voyage.
"Sorry, sweetheart, we're in this for a long ride. I could just lock you in the cabin for the duration of this space flight."
Her eyes narrowed. Just where did he get off calling her 'sweetheart'? "Try it."
He smirked. "If I didn't think I'd end up in there with you, I might be inclined to try. No, I don't think I will. Check your package, I'm sure Jana packed lots of goodies that won't harm me."
Improvised weapons do damage, was the first thought that crossed her mind as she turned her back on him and examined the crate. But no. She didn't have the heart to hit him, not with something that might kill him at least. Her lightsaber was another matter. She was still steaming from his victory and was almost tempted to demand a rematch. If she thought he'd oblige, she might have issued the challenge.
Carefully and methodically, Tenel Ka removed the first of the locking bars, prying it forcefully from where it was welded to the side of the metal crate, piece by piece, the first of the huge clamps began to pile up on the floor.
Jacen watched her work for a few minutes, admiring the way her muscles flexed as she moved. The woman may be hell on his blood pressure but she had an incredible rear view. Not wanting to get his head bitten off for staring, he finally spoke. "Can I help?"
She barely spared him a look before continuing with her job. After avoiding her he wanted to help? She didn't think so; this was a good way to work off her excessive energy. She paused briefly at that thought before continuing in her chore. She didn't want too think too long on ways to expend the energy humming through her veins, if she did they inevitably all included Jacen with a decided lack of control. And clothing. She almost blushed as she tried to block the thoughts from her mind, but with the previous day's kiss still fresh in her mind it was next to impossible. "I do not require your help.
"I didn't ask if you needed it, I asked if you wanted it."
"No."
His eyes narrowed. "How long can you keep up this spoiled Princess routine, Tenel Ka? It really doesn't suit you."
She didn't bother to reply, simply tugged one of the larger locking bars from the side of the crate and dropped it to the deck behind her. Jacen had had enough. He stepped forward as she moved to pry at the next one and slammed his hand down before hers. "I'm getting awful tired of spending my time with a tantrum throwing brat."
She glared at him, her face impassive as her eyes shot fire. "I did not choose to be here. Your comfort level is my last concern."
"You're choosing to make this harder than it has to be," he shot back, his control firmly in place. He refused to allow this to degenerate into a yelling match, much fun as it would be to turn her anger into another kind of passion again. "Why? Why not simply enjoy my company and forget my motives?"
"That is my affair."
"I affects us both, Tenel Ka," he searched her gaze, and saw no room for compromise. She was angry. Angry with him and the situation he'd placed her in. Angry with herself for falling for it, and him, and being unwilling to let herself choose what she wanted for once. Most of all he could see the anger at her aid for helping plan this. "Can't you simply make the best of it?"
In response, she lifted another bracing from the crate and dropped it, narrowly missing his feet. She arched an eyebrow at him in silent challenge.
Jacen jumped back even as the bar dropped, his gaze narrowing. "I guess it was too much to ask. If you need to complain about something else, your highness, I'll be in the cockpit."
She felt bad for a moment as his words lashed back at her, and then her temper, which was skating a dangerous edge, flared back to life. He'd used her title! Why? She spun on her heel, turning back to the crate and didn't bother to watch him leave. She continued to work on opening the reinforced crate. Infuriating man. Complaining about -her- behavior when she had every right to be upset. At least she wasn't the type to scream and throw things without a good reason. She shook her head. He should be counting his blessings she wasn't trying to strangle him in his sleep. The fact that he slept in the same room with her either said he was very stupid or very brave. And, after seeing him deal with her the last day, she was grudgingly leaning towards the later.
Slowly, over the course of the next hour, she methodically tore the security locking clamps and buffers from the crate. She finally paused to catch her breath when she reached the sealed clamps. She had worked up a small sweat, but the cool temperature in the docking bay kept her from feeling uncomfortable. She looked at the secured latches, suddenly wondering if she really wanted to know what was inside the crate. Whatever it was, it had been amply protected.
She grasped the first of the latches in a firm grip and, with a decisive movement, began flipping them open.
Jacen felt a sudden, momentary explosion of emotion from his shipmate and grinned. She'd finally opened the crate, if that myriad of emotions was anything to go by. He chucked softly as the shock he felt was expertly shielded. Poor Tenel Ka. She'd been getting one surprise after another since he'd come back into her life. His smile was almost wolfish, satisfied. Served her right. Quickly double-checking their course and speed, he leaned back in his chair. Less than an hour until they'd be rendezvousing with Karrde's people. She'd have to be occupied while they unloaded the vornskr. That would take some doing. He frowned. What did he have on board that could keep her busy for 30 minutes and not get him killed? Slowly, a thought began to form in his mind and a slow, almost evil smile spread across his lips. Oh, this was going to be fun.
Tenel Ka was not impressed. If this was Jana's idea of a joke, she was going to take personal pleasure in not only having her flogged, but in wielding the whip herself! Inside the crate was a mess of assorted items, the largest of these a quick expanding mattress that was easily made for two people. That was an item Tenel Ka had no intention of using anytime soon, especially while she was on this ship. Assorted wilderness survival gear, a large bag bulging with, she assumed, clothing and lastly a small crate filled with items containing natural aphrodisiacs; soaps, gels, lotions and spices. If Jana was trying to be subtle, she'd failed miserably. Tenel Ka placed the small crate back in the larger one. Not that she'd need those, there was enough tension between her and Jacen that was ready to explode already.
She pulled the bag of clothing from the crate and opened it, her lips thinning in annoyance as several items popped out. Flogging was too good, too painless, for Jana. She lifted one of the items her aid had so 'thoughtfully' packed. It was a top. At least, she thought it was a top. It was slippery enough that it was sliding though her fingers like water. The fabric was satin, what little there was of it, and almost sheer. No. Flogging was definitely too painless. Everything inside it was designed to show more skin than it hid. Most of it was bordering on indecent if not blatantly obvious. Jana was a dead woman. If they'd been functional clothing Tenel Ka wouldn't have minded, but satins, shimmer silks and lace held together with little more than gravity had never been accused of being remotely functional.
She closed the bag with a disgusted snap. Had Jacen known of Jana's choice? A part of her hoped he'd hadn't and yet a part of her hoped he had. He was here; Jana was not. If he'd played any part in having these specific clothes, of which she'd never seen any of them before, she was going to take great pleasure in making the remained of her 'captivity' as hard as possible on him. As it was, Jacen was going to have to do something spectacular to get back into her good graces. And mind blowing kisses didn't count.