Hey, everyone! Sorry about the wait. My inherent laziness and school got a hold on me. That and my original story wanted to monopolize my time. I think there's only going to be one more chapter. It's ending!
Disclaimer: I only own the OCs. George Lucas wants the rest. Think he'd trade Zekk for Al and 'Ran?
A&M: Hey! We're worth more than one character!
1. Zekk's codename is a reference to his height; I'm not saying that he's hairy.
2. In Crystal Star, Jaina and Jacen were running around manipulating energy like crazy. I figured it'd be nice to put that in.
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Chapter Seventeen: The Closet
Marin was walking down the hall, watching her master and Jaina from across the garden. Keeping an eye on them was becoming harder and harder; Full Metal Alchemist would be on soon and she wanted them to hurry up and get to their room. She glanced back to where Jaina and Zekk had been and was surprised to find they had disappeared. The Force tingled a split second warning and Marin leapt back into the shadows just as Zekk came walking around the corner with Jaina on his heels. Jaina's face was red and she seemed to be straining slightly to keep up with Zekk's longer legs.
Zekk's eyes flickered around as if he was searching for something. He stopped suddenly making Jaina crash headlong into his back. The brunette fell to the floor and gave an indignant grunt. Zekk turned and blinked as if he just noticed Jaina there before chuckling. She glared at him then held up her hands for him to help her up. He did so, still laughing.
Jaina gave a haughty sniff and brushed herself off. She shot a glare at Zekk and said sweetly, "You know you're a jerk, right?"
"Oh, definitely, I haven't quite reached your level yet," Zekk responded, grinning down at her.
Jaina smiled and laughed. "Touché. What got you so riled up before? You hurried away as if you had been shot in the bum."
"'Hurried away'? I wasn't hurrying, kriff, that wasn't even fast," Zekk said. He glanced around them again before looking at Jaina. "What? Couldn't you keep up?"
"I'd like to see you run wearing a corset," Jaina snapped. She paused for a moment. "Actually, I'd like to see you a corset period. Then you'll see they're no cake walk. But, seriously, what was up?"
He shrugged. "I thought I felt Marin watching us. I wanted to know why. She disappeared before I could pinpoint her accurately."
Marin felt a surge of pride. She had practiced hiding in the Force. It was good to know that she could do it well enough that Zekk couldn't sense her. She moved fartherback into the shadows just in case. It wouldn't do to be caught now. That could lead to some uncomfortable questions. Her eyes widened when she saw Jaina and Zekk turn down the hall where the closet was. The closet where – in one more day – she, Kionne, and the Kenys twins would lock Jaina and Zekk in.
I need to com Mystiran, Marin thought. She moved away, still keeping them in sight, but out of earshot. She pressed the code, feeling thankful that her master always insisted on keeping the keys in silent mode. Her breath hitched in anticipation… only to get his comlink's answering machine. Marin fought the urge to curse. Why wasn't he answering? This could be an opening to throw their plan into action ahead of time.
A curse did escape her when at the last second, the pair of Jedi headed back into the gardens. There went a golden opportunity. Grumbling to herself, she set off back to the ballroom to yell at Mystiran. Maybe she could get Tahiri to help.
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Mystiran and Alaric were doing something very… odd when she located them in the ballroom. It looked they were arguing. Tahiri and Kionne stood off to the side, both looking like they didn't know whether to laugh or hide under a table in shame. As she came closer, Marin realized that Alaric and Mystiran were saying the most bizarre names back and forth. Her brow furrowed and she moved to stand next to Kionne.
"What's going on?" Marin whispered to Kionne.
The pink-skinned girl leaned over slightly in Marin's direction – never taking her eyes from the twins – and whispered back, "I don't know. They just started to spout these very odd names at each other."
"Have you tried to stop it?" Marin questioned
"Once, but they didn't notice. Master Veila-Kenys even waved one of Master Alaric's games in front of him," Kionne murmured.
Marin blinked in surprise. Alaric hadn't even noticed his video games? Technology was the love of his life! She scratched her head in bemusement. What could she do? An idea suddenly popped into her idea. Taking a deep breath, Marin took a step forward and stated, "Machine Junkie and Human Wookiee(1)."
The twins turned to Kionne and exclaimed together, "That's it! Great job, Marin!"
She blinked again. "What did I do?"
"You found –" Mystiran started.
"The perfect codenames," Alaric finished.
"I did? Go me!" Marin cheered. She pumped a fist in the air.
"You were arguing over codenames?" Tahiri asked. The petite blonde started to stare the boys down. "You're kidding me."
Mystiran had the grace to look a little sheepish but Alaric nodded and added, "No, codenames are very important. If you don't have a good codename then –"
"You're kidding me," Tahiri repeated flatly. She turned to Mystiran and changed the subject. "Can we go back to our room, now? My feet are killing me! Some moron needs to watch where they're stepping."
"Sure, but d'you mind if I hang out with Al afterwards?"
"So long as it's in his room – you two tend to make a lot of noise otherwise," Tahiri said.
Mystiran nodded and excused himself and Tahiri for a few moments. Marin, Kionne, and Alaric stood in the same spot for a few moments. Then, Alaric moved away and returned a minute later playing Mega Wampa Bashers 6.
"Master Kenys-," Kionne started.
"Alaric," he interrupted, still intent on his game. He started jumping up and down. "Jump, you sith-spawned moron, jump!"
"Master Alaric," Kionne amended, "shouldn't we start heading back to your room?"
"Guess so. Hah! Take that, wampa scum!" Alaric crowed.
Marin and Kionne sighed and moved to stand on either side of him. They grabbed his arms and started to pull him out of the room. He went along willing, seeming not to notice the changing scenery. Outside in the hall, the trio came upon Jaina and Zekk. Jaina smiled in greeting while Zekk shot them a quick smile before turning to Marin.
"Were you out here near the gardens earlier about twenty minutes ago?" he asked.
Marin shook her head. "Nope, I was with them, wasn't I?"
Kionne nodded and Alaric insulted his game. The answers appeared to satisfy Zekk for now. Jaina gave him a quick "I-told-you-so" look. She then smiled at the others again and asked, "Where are you guys heading off to?"
"Master Alaric's room to meet Mystiran," Kionne answered.
Alaric blinked and looked up at the sound of his name. He gave a surprised smile to Jaina and Zekk. "Hi, when did you guys get here?"
"Mind if we join you?" Zekk asked, ignoring Alaric's question.
"Join us for what?" Alaric asked.
Marin swore she saw Alaric's eyes narrow and an almost imperceptible, sly smile cross his face. When she blinked though, Alaric's oblivious look was back. They, again, ignored Alaric's question and agreed to have Jaina and Zekk join their party. Marin and Kionne became unnecessary in leading Alaric, for he – to their surprise – turned off his game and placed it in his back pocket.
"So, did you guys see the smashball game with Corellia versus Commenor?" Alaric asked.
Jaina quickly said that she had and the two started to heatedly discuss the finer plays of the game with Zekk interjecting every now and then. Marin watched as Zekk would occasionally sneak glances at Jaina when he thought no one was looking. She also observed Jaina stealing a look or two at Zekk.
Suddenly, she became aware that this was definitely not the way to Alaric's room. In fact, it looked remarkably like the hallway that was very important to their scheme. Holy FMA! It was "the closet" hallway! Her eyes widened and she made eye contact with Alaric who gave a small shake of his head to keep her silent.
Quickly, Marin turned to her friend to find that she, too, had made the discovery. The plan was in motion. Ahead of schedule. A day ahead of schedule. How would they explain this to Jacen Solo, much less Han? Oh well, it would be horrible to waste such a perfect opportunity. And if they did it today, right now, she wouldn't have to leave in the middle of Trigun.
Alaric flicked his eyes towards the door, signaling for Kionne and Marin to open it while Jaina and Zekk were arguing over a call during the game. They did and Alaric led the unsuspecting Jaina and Zekk into the rather large storage closet. Neither of them noticed Alaric relieving Zekk of his comlink, nor did they notice him slowly backing out of the room. Jaina's attire had not allowed her a comlink and both didn't have their lightsabers on them.
It was only when the lights turned off and a small beep went through the room, signaling the lock being activated, did they notice that they were alone in a storage closet.
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"Sithspit! What the kriff is going on?" Jaina cursed.
"I don't know," Zekk's voice answered her from somewhere on her left.
The room was pitch black, and with no light to see, Jaina had no idea where she was. One minute she and Zekk had been discussing a call in a smashball game, and the next, they were shut in a dark room. She fumbled around, looking for a light switch. Giving a frustrated sigh, she dipped into the Force and started to rub the energy in the air around her together(2). A glowing ball abruptly appeared in the air, blinding Jaina for a moment even though the light was weak.
"Hey, how'd you do that?"
Jaina jumped when she heard Zekk's question. She had briefly forgotten he was there. While she gave a swift explanation of how she did it, Jaina looked around for a switch. A triumphant grin crossed her face as she caught sight of the wayward object. With a flourish, she flipped the switch, bringing the glow lamps to life. Jaina was blinded yet again, but her eyes adapted quickly.
"What's going on?" Zekk asked.
He had perched himself on a box and was now looking up at Jaina. They appeared to be ina storage room about the size of the refresher unit in her apartment. There were several boxes stacked around and a shelf stood of to the side of one such stack. Jaina made herself as comfortable as she could on a box in a corset and dress.
"I don't know, but I think we've been set up," Jaina announced.
Zekk looked like he was seriously considering a sarcastic response but thought better of it. Instead he admitted, "For the past few days, it feels like I've been followed."
"I know, same here. I just thought I was being paranoid, though," Jaina also admitted.
"So… What do we do now?"
"Dunno; we can't stay in here forever, though."
This time, Zekk didn't hold back the snarky response. "Really? Because I thought dehydrating and starving to death was a great idea."
"Shut up."
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Alaric, Marin, and Kionne met Mystiran in front of Alaric's room. Mystiran took in their gleeful appearances with apprehension. The last time Alaric had that look on his face, he had ended up with his boots and helmet full of gelatin. Once he was certain that it was nothing at his expense, Mystiran asked, "What's up?"
"We did it!" Marin squealed. She started to jump up and down.
"You bet we did!" Alaric crowed.
"Did you see their faces?" Kionne asked in delight. She joined Marin in jumping up and down.
Mystiran blinked and stared at the festivities for a moment before joining in. He jumped past Alaric and whispered, "What did we do?"
"We locked Jaina and Zekk into the closet," Alaric exclaimed.
He blinked, staring at the three before yelling, "WHAT?"
The three revelers stopped jumping – Alaric did so in mid-jump, making him fall to the floor in an undignified heap. Mystiran stared at them in shock. He had yet to set the comlink needed to communicate with them in the closet. How was he supposed to tell them what they had to do to be released? How was he going to tell them about a box of supplies they left for them? Oh snap, everything was ruined!
He started to tug on his hair then stopped when he remembered that Tahiri didn't want him bald. Panic started to flood through him. His breathing was already becoming heavier when Alaric approached him.
"'Ran, calm down. There's no need to panic," Alaric soothed. "Breathe in, breathe out." When he saw his brother's breathing even out once more he patted Mystiran's head and added, "Good boy. Want a cookie?"
Mystiran swatted Alaric's hand away. "Scrag-for-brains, how are we going to tell them about the supplies and the plan if the comlink isn't in there?"
"Master Zekk has his comlink," Marin chirped. "We can just block the signal after we're done."
"No, he doesn't," Alaric corrected. He looked sheepish. He waved the offending object in the air. "I lifted it off of him."
Mystiran started to pace, muttering to himself under his breath. His eyes were focused on the floor when he heard his brother stage whisper, "He be acting a few colors short of a rainbow, but don't worry. He's really thinking, though that can be just as bad."
"Shut up, Al."
"Shutting up."
An idea was just on the edge of his brain. He could feel it. All he had to do was concentrate on it. He sighed. Never mind, it was just a memory that his mother wanted him to pick her up a souvenir. The distinct feeling of betrayal stuck him. Of all times for his brain to fail.
"Is there a vent in the closet?" Marin asked. Mystiran turned to her briefly to see if she was serious. She looked it, so he nodded an affirmative. The grin on her face became wider. "Then all you have to do is crawl through the vents and talk to them through there."
"Great idea," Mystiran said, "Just one problem."
"What?"
"One of us has to a ventriloquist or else they're going to find the vent, which I have hidden with boxes," Mystiran explained.
"Oh… I can do that," Marin said.
"You're a ventriloquist?" Alaric asked, looking up from the video game he had started to play when he saw that he wasn't immediately needed.
"Yep, I'm not very good but I'm good enough," Marin said with a smile. "My daddy taught me. It's a hobby of his."
"Good, good, now all we have left to do is a bit of vent crawling," Mystiran said, rubbing his hands together. "Okay, here's what I want you to say…"
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"We're stuck in here," Zekk said for the eighth time in the past twelve minutes.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Jaina said. "Have anymore intelligent remarks to make while you're at it?"
He scowled at her but said nothing. They were positioned to give themselves as much comfort as possible trying to ignore their growling stomachs. Jaina hadn't eaten much at the party; her corset didn't allow for a normal-sized meal. Zekk was hungry because there was a lot of him to feed and he taken pity on Jaina and decided to not eat in front of her. After all, he wasn't cruel.
Zekk was stretched across three boxes, his feet propped up on another near Jaina. On the other hand, Jaina remained seated in an upright position since she feared that she would be stuck if she lay down. Both were scowling at their misfortune and thought of ways to torture their apprentices and Alaric once they were released from the closet. Suddenly, there was a thumping noise from above. Zekk toppled from his position and Jaina jumped.
Silently, both Jedi waited and reached out through the Force to find who was there. Disturbingly enough, there wasn't anyone, unless the noise-maker happened to be Yuuzhan Vong or droid. A few moments later, there was another thump, this time coming from Zekk's right. He rolled away and sat back on his haunches ready to spring into action.
Instead of an attacker, the muffled voice of Marin came from the shelf. "Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?"
"Marin!" Jaina and Zekk exclaimed together. Both seemed to not know what to speak to so they directed their attention to the shelf even though they felt foolish doing so.
"Yes? Can I help you?"
"Where are you?" Zekk asked.
"Why the Sith did you lock us in a closet?" Jaina exclaimed.
There was a muffled noise from inside the wall and then Marin said, "We locked you in a closet for one purpose… To get you two together. Oh, and Master Jaina, Kionne says to watch your language."
Jaina and Zekk blinked at the shelf for a moment, processing the meaning of Marin's statement. Zekk got it first and his face burned with his realization. When Zekk recovered enough, he stuttered, "W- what? W-what d- d- d'you mean by t- together? We're… together right now. See?" He gave Jaina a swift one-armed hug in demonstration before continuing. "It would be rather hard for us to be in the same room without being together."
His nerves made him corny. Zekk had been warned by Jacen many years ago never to talk when it came to his feelings about Jaina because he normally made himself sound like an idiot. He really wished he'd taken Jacen's advice for once. Jaina peered up at him with a bemused expression. Apparently, she still hadn't caught on to Marin's meaning, however obvious it was.
"… Master Zekk, that was one of the oddest things I've ever heard," Marin's voice stated. "And that's saying a lot. Now, to clarify, we want you together as a couple because it's totally obvious that you dig each other."
Both Jedi blushed and became flustered. An awkward silence descended upon the pair as Marin's voice remained quiet for this to sink in. They suddenly found the floor far more interesting than each other.
"Okay, you obviously need to talk this over. But you won't come out of the closet until you're a couple. There are some supplies in two boxes to the – what was it? – Oh right, the left of the bookshelf," Marin's voice informed them. A few moments later, she noticed her blunder. "I mean there are supplies in two boxes to the left of the bookshelf. You can't miss 'em; they have 'supplies' written on them. Well, I'm going to leave you two lovebirds alone, but remember that y'all can't come out until you're a couple."
"Marin, wait!" Jaina ordered, but there was no response.
Another awkward silence stretched between the pair. Zekk nervously started to tug on his tie, absently loosening and tightening it as he went. There was a scrat-scrat noise as Jaina dragged a slipper-covered foot across the floor. The silence remained between them for several minutes, neither knowing what to say. While still dragging a foot across the floor, Jaina's hand unconsciously reached up in an attempt to fiddle with the ties of her corset under her dress. The impossible garments were becoming more uncomfortable by the second. She jumped in surprise when Zekk cleared his throat.
"Maybe we should…" he trailed off and made a vague gesture at the aforementioned boxes.
She nodded and moved over to them at the same moment Zekk did. As she crouched down to open one, her arm brushed against Zekk's. They flinched, a flush creeping up their faces, and tried to move away from each other as discreetly as possible in an attempt to hide their discomfort.
Silently, she started to unpack the supplies. There were several packets of ration bars, canteens of water, and three glow rods. Beside her, Zekk was also seeing what his box held. Out of it he pulled two pairs of jump suits in their respective sizes, a pair of blankets, more water canteens, and ration packets. Strangely enough, at the bottom there were reading materials that had obviously been picked by Marin along with a book chip reader.
Taped onto the reader was a note scribbled in Marin's untidy, lopsided hand. It said 'Don't forget to change your socks every day and feel free to browse my manga chips. I picked out some that I think you two would find interesting.'
Jaina started at Zekk when he began to chuckle. She leaned over him to read the note and gave a shake of her head. What she didn't notice was that he had abruptly stopped laughing the moment she had invaded his personal space. She smiled to herself then pulled away, allowing Zekk to breathe freely once more.
The jumpsuits that she had pulled out caught her eye once more and she looked at them with distinct relish. But then she remembered that she was not alone in the storage closet. Scowling to herself, Jaina decided to not care. After all, Zekk could just turn around. It didn't matter that she was getting undressed with a male human in a small space. Han would gruesomely murder Zekk either way, so it didn't matter. Really.
"Zekk, I need you to turn around," Jaina ordered.
He blinked and attempted to gain eye contact with her but gave up when she stubbornly refused to look at him. "Why?"
"I want to change."
Standing, he turned around and faced the opposite wall. Jaina gave a sigh of relief and moved her hands to unclasp the convoluted fastenings of the dress. When she was finally free of that part, another problem presented itself. Her corset. It was the only thing that she couldn't undo herself. She worried her lower lip.
"Zekk?" Jaina called quietly in a strained voice.
"Hmm?"
"Can… Can you… umm… Unlace my corset for me?" Jaina asked. Immediately, she started to mentally berate herself. He had seen her in less when they use to go swimming! There was nothing to be embarrassed about! She nodded to herself and straightened.
"Sure, no problem," Zekk said.
She heard and felt him approach then stop. Tentatively, she reached out and touched his mind to see what had made him stop. She felt waves of confusion and mentally, she could picture him scratching his head. "Zekk, do you know how to unlace a corset?" Jaina asked.
He laughed. "Not a clue. It's not something you normally learn on the streets of Coruscant or at the Jedi Academy, you know."
"That's true," Jaina said. She strained her arm around to point at the ties. "Just loosen the laces like you would on a shoe."
"Okay," Zekk agreed uncertainly.
His hands fumbled with the laces for a moment and Jaina felt a painful squeeze. "Zekk," she rasped. "You're tightening it. Opposite, please."
He muttered a quick apology and started to do the opposite. It took Zekk several more minutes of struggling with the laces before he was able to loosen it fully. Jaina breathed a sigh of relief. That thing was too constricting. She unfastened the front and tossed it onto a box.
"Couldn't you have done that in the first place, instead of having me loosen it?" Zekk asked.
She turned around and observed his oddly red face with a raised eyebrow. She simply stated, "It's easier with the laces loosened. Now turn around so I can get changed."
Zekk rolled his eyes but turned again. She quickly changed and had him turn around. Zekk shucked his coat, un-tied his tie, and started to loosen his collar. Jaina vaguely remembered that he had a strong dislike for tight collars, like her father. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and flopped down on a box. Jaina did the same on a box parallel to him. He smiled at her and asked, "So… What are we going to do?"
Now that she was in a jumpsuit and, physically, more comfortable, she felt open to thinking about what to do to get out of this closet. She folded her legs and made eye contact with Zekk. All they had to do was… Her face burned.
"I don't know," Jaina admitted. Her face burned harder. A moment later, she furiously berated herself. She didn't feel anything more than friendship for Zekk. There was nothing to blush about, nothing at all. Although, it didn't help that he looked quite nice in his un-tucked tuxedo shirt with his long hair down. If possible, her blush grew.
Zekk's eyebrow rose questioningly at her cherry complexion. Jaina was dismayed to realize that her liking for that expression on his face had returned. She felt like bashing her head against the wall. Or curling into a little ball and hiding in a corner.
"Jaya, are you okay?" Zekk asked.
The dark-haired man stood and crossed the short distance to where she sat in one long-legged step. He kneeled in front of her and placed his hand on her forehead in concern. She leaned back away from his hand. Zekk frowned but didn't say anything. Instead, he reached out again and lightly placed his hand on her shoulder.
"I'm fine, Zekk," Jaina assured him. The urge to hit her head against the wall grew stronger. "Do you have any ideas about what to do?"
"None," Zekk admitted. He brushed his hand against her shoulder once before taking it away.
"Well, maybe we should go to sleep and think on it in the morning?" Jaina suggested.
"Sounds like a good idea to me," Zekk agreed.
He retrieved the blankets, handing one to Jaina. She nodded her thanks, looking around for a place to sleep. There wasn't much space to begin with and Zekk would take up most of it if he stretched out fully. Occasionally – Jaina realized this after waking up with little to no space – Zekk would occupy more than his assigned sleeping area while resting. He'd fully spread his arms and legs out, pushing her almost to the point of teetering off the bed.
For his part, Zekk didn't seem to notice her hesitancy and stretched out on the floor, using his arm for a pillow. She remained on the box for several minutes watching his breathing even out into sleep. A startling, and slightly terrifying, realization came over her. She liked Zekk. Liked him more than a friend. Again.
Fear at that thought raced through her. Fear had stopped her from admitting her fondness for him when she was a teenager and now it would most likely stop her again. Only it was a different type of fear this time. Before, it was the fear of her feelings. Now, it was fear of… Well, she didn't knowwhat she was afraid of. Maybe she should…?
Her train of thought came to an abrupt end when Zekk's hand landed on her foot. She must have started tapping her foot when she was thinking. Zekk mumbled something sleepily before rolling away. With a sigh, Jaina slid off her box and lay down, pillowing her head on her arm. Ten minutes later, Jaina was asleep.
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He felt warm. Far warmer than he had been falling asleep with the cool metallic floor beneath him. His side was killing him and he couldn't feel the fingers in his right hand at all. Scratch that, he had lost almost all feeling in his arm. Strangely enough, he was incredibly happy about it.
Something shifted in his arms and a wet spot in his right sleeve pressed against his arm. His sleepy mind was trying to tell him something. The source of his added warmth and uncomfortable position. He protested thinking this early and buried his face in something that was soft and smelled like engine grease mixed with the soap that was in Jaina's room. His mind started to wake at thoughts of Jaina.
With great effort, he managed to pry open one eye to see Jaina resting snugly in his arms with her head on his right arm, drooling slightly. Inwardly, he thought she looked rather cute like that, outwardly, he wondered how she ended up in his arms. He rather liked the feeling despite the circulation in his arm being cut off.
He shifted slightly, hoping to find a more comfortable position without waking her. It was difficult, but he managed. When his arm started to tingle, signaling the flow of blood, he gave a sigh and relaxed. Hopefully when she woke up, Jaina wouldn't be too upset about waking up in his arms. Or that he hadn't bothered to separate them when he woke up. If push came to shove, he could always feign sleep.
Abruptly, his thought were cut short when he sensed Jaina's mind beginning to awake moments before her body started to stir. For a moment, he froze but relaxed an instant later. He didn't have to worry. Jaina was a reasonable person when she wanted to be. She would see that nothing would happen. He distantly wondered if he should be offended if Jaina did think something less than honorable happened.
"'Morning," Jaina murmured sleepily, cutting into his thoughts.
Zekk looked down as she buried her face in his arm. He raised an eyebrow and waited for their position to sink in. Jaina stirred again, fidgeting until she could look him in the eye. Her gaze was still drowsy from sleep but he could see flashes of consciousness. She gave him a sleepy smile.
"How'd we end up like this?" Jaina asked. Her voice was loosing the heaviness that sleep had added to it.
Zekk shrugged in response. He was too busy watching her facial expressions as she woke up fully too really take in her words. While he observed her, Jaina was doing the same to him. Several moments of silence went by with them staring at each other.
Slowly, Jaina rose up on her elbow. Zekk mimicked her actions. Then – it happened so quick that he swore he imagined it – she kissed him. His eyes widened. But before he could say anything, she kissed him again, longer this time. She pulled back and smiled at him.
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Again, sorry this took so long. Hope it was worth the wait. It nearly equaled ten pages! R&R if you want.
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