-Kyp Durron-
She broke me.
She won.
I kissed her.
And oh, how I kissed her.
I don't know what came over me… but she was practically daring me to! One minute she was looking at me with tears in her eyes, and the next, she disappeared behind the dark of my eyelids and I felt her sweet, perfect lips crash into mine. It was not a beautiful, silver screen moment—it was more like a brash, clumsy, unrehearsed moment of utter spontaneity.
It was perfect.
I couldn't believe it was happening. I took about three-quarters of a second to breathe and establish that I wasn't in fact dreaming, before I pulled her against me and slowed down to kiss her properly.
Her lips were—delicious to say the least. In fact, simply having her body that close to mine was more intoxicating than an entire bottle of Correllian brandy. Over the years, I'd always tried so hard (and often failed miserably) to think of Jaina as a child, or a sister, in order to quell my interest in her—but it always just made me feel sick. Besides, she was so very far from childhood. And if her figure wasn't evidence enough, her kiss certainly was.
Her body fit so perfectly against mine that I wondered how I'd ever settled in the arms of another woman. The unsteadiness of her breathing, the way she moaned slightly as my lips drifted onto her neck and her slender fingers playing with my hair and tickling my chest put me over the edge. I'd never gotten drunk on anything that quickly in my life—and as a former Rogue pilot, that is a very strong statement.
-Jaina Solo-Okay, maybe I do remember what happened… sort of.