From the Inside

by fiesa

Quite the usual mess. Just of the internal sort. Jaina, Jag – two missiles on collision course. Take cover and prepare for impact. Fifty 100-word drabbles.

2. Kiss

02 – Kiss

Sometimes she wondered.

How could he kiss her without thinking of what she already had done? Using her lips, in particular. She had kissed Zeck. She had breathed out the Dark Side. She had cursed Vong. She had spoken Hive language. Either it didn't matter to him, or he pretended it didn't.

"Well," Jag said slowly. Thoughtful. "What about my hands? I killed with them. I hunted. Jedi, too."

"Sith," she protested.

"We've all done things we never wanted to do. Things we regret. This," Jag said and looked at her, "Is not one of them."

And he kissed her.