Flowerlady posted: The song “You Look Good in My Shirt” belongs to Keith Urban.
Flowerlady posted: First, to the three Jagateers…you’ll see where you come in, though the spellings may be different…
Flowerlady posted: So, after a fifteen minute run down on whom to watch the most among the Moffs, I bounded up the ladder of the X-wing I somehow acquired while with the Jedi,
Flowerlady posted: who really became the grand master of post-Caedus galactic politics, waiting for me.
Flowerlady posted: I really still had a rather large bone to pick with him. Although, things were going well, and overall, I think, I turned out to be a good choice to keep the Empire in line; it still infuriated me that Luke played me like a Dejarik piece.
Flowerlady posted: “Usually, where you are concerned, the HoloNet would have had news of your visit all over the galaxy.”
Flowerlady posted: Before I could form an answer, two very small and callused hands covered my eyes. I wasn’t sure what to think until I heard whispered in my ear, “Guess who.”
Flowerlady posted: “Oh…emm…let me see…it’s either Kick or Kris.
Flowerlady posted: “Well, I’m a popular guy these days. You know women all over the galaxy suddenly think I’m the most eligible bachelor. And rather hot, too. I even have a fan club on Bastion. Can you believe that? They call themselves the Jagateers. Or something like that.”
Flowerlady posted: She stared at me as if I’d grown another head. Eventually she said, “You’re joking, right?”
Flowerlady posted: “Nope. They even claim I wear red swim trucks.”
Flowerlady posted: I matched her grin as I remembered that wonderful vacation on Chandrilia before we broke it off and I had gone back to the Chiss. “But I definitely remember that gold string bikini…and I remember when you seemed to have lost it in the Silver Sea as well.”
Flowerlady posted: She blushed a beautiful shade of crimson and chided, “You are the one who lost it, not me. Sweet Force, I had never been so embarrassed in all me days as I was when that jogger found my top washed up on shore while we were otherwise occupied further out in the water.” “At least we were too far out for him to get a good look at just what we were doing.”
Flowerlady posted: She groaned self-consciously, and I laughed as I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and headed toward the exit of the hangar. Once we reached the main area of the Temple, she asked, “So, where are you staying?”
Flowerlady posted:I looked down into her deep, soulful, brown eyes and replied, “I don’t know. I was hoping that you’d have some idea.”
Flowerlady posted:She gave me a smile that made my heart race and then she said, “Why don’t you come back to my place.
Flowerlady posted:I can fix us something to eat and we can catch up on what you’ve been up to that would warrant having a fan club of half crazed women who want to see you in red swim trunks and call themselves Jagateers.”
Flowerlady posted:I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “You can be the goddess of the Jagateers if you want. I’ll even dig out my red swim trunks.”
Flowerlady posted: We laughed and talked, catching up on the past months in a way brief holocalls could never achieve, and I began to wonder why we weren’t like this before.
Flowerlady posted: “Jag? Did you hear what I said?”
Flowerlady posted: But really, I’m tired of talking about Zekk and everyone else. I’d much rather talk about us,” she added as she pulled her eyes from mine and let them travel over me much in the same way I was looking at her only moments before. It was enough to send my emotions spiraling in a way they hadn’t in more than ten years. However, it was when she stood up and reached for my hand that I realized she felt the very same way.
Flowerlady posted:We stared at each other for a few moments. I have no idea if this will work. We still have a lot of things that we just never talk about, but should. However, as she stood there wearing only my shirt from the night before, I knew this was how I wanted to wake up every morning for the rest of my days.
