Darth_Lex posted:[b] Her head lifted off the pillow. “Is everything all right?” “Everything’s fine,” he assured her, leaning down and slipping between the sheets. Without prompting she nestled her face into his shoulder and snuggled the rest of herself against him. “Still, it must have been important for him to call in the middle of the night.” Jag chuckled, and wrapped his arms around her. “I don’t think he has any idea what time it is here, Jay.” “Oh,” she said, “right.” “Go back to sleep.” She lifted her chin and gazed into his eyes. “You sure you don’t want to talk about it?” He wanted to, all right. Oh, how he wanted to. Not that he didn’t trust her, but… He couldn’t. It was too soon still, too intense and too fast. He just couldn’t. Not yet. And no doubt she sensed the conflict within him. “Yes,” he said. “It’s fine.” She furrowed her brow adorably. “You’re not a very good liar, Jag.” He bent his neck to kiss her forehead. “I’ll tell you later. Okay?” She stretched up and kissed him on the lips. “Promise?” “Promise.” He kissed her back. Their lips lingered, pressing together tenderly. He brushed his hands along her back, and she pulled herself even closer against him. Their tongues met gently, tranquilly. Her eyes were closed as she kissed him, and she looked nothing less than serene. There was no urgency in her kiss this time, no scorching passion to forget the lasting knotted anxiety of combat, no desperate desire to erase the fear and fury of war. In this moment, she was at peace – and in Jag’s estimation she had never been more beautiful. She opened her eyes and broke their kiss. “I don’t think,” Jaina whispered, “I want to go back to sleep just yet.” “Hmm,” he said, caressing his fingertips languidly down her back until she whimpered. “And what do you have in mind instead?” “Shut up,” she growled, and kissed him.