Jaina and Jag:
I've had a few kisses in my lifetime. I have been out with other guys before Jag, after all. And while Zekk's kisses were lovely… Jag's kisses are a whole new level of unexplainable emotion.
I love this man so much, and now that we are engaged I can only pray that the actual date can be set in stone. But—story of my life—true to Skywalker/Solo luck, the galaxy has other plans.
I remember Jag used to be shy around me, trying not to force me to choose between him and Zekk, and yet at the same time attempting to show he loved me so much more that Zekk ever did.
But he doesn't just love me… he understands me in a way no other man ever has. Not even Zekk knows me this well, and we practically grew up together during Jedi training.
When Jag kisses me, his Chiss upbringing falls back a bit to unveil the sweet heart underneath: a love and gentleness that only I know of and get to see. It brings a smile to my face as I mark the similarities between what Jag and I have with what I've always envied about Mom and Dad…and even more so Uncle Luke and my late Aunt Mara.
Growing up, I always loved how close both of those couples were. And while Mom and Dad may not have a Force Bond like Uncle Luke and Aunt Mara had, they are no less close because of it.
And now I share that closeness with my own husband-to-be. I sigh contentedly, rolling over in my bed, and wishing Jag were there to warm it with me, but he is away on business.
Again.
Another sigh escapes me, this one not as serene, and I wonder what it will be like when we can find a few hours together. A smile quirks my lips as I think of how we could pass the time.
After all, I cannot wait to feel his lips on mine again; can't wait to drink in his sweet, nectar-like caresses. I drift to sleep thinking of his strong, warm arms holding me against his chest, the scent of his skin both driving me crazy and making me feel safe.