Beyond - Legends Moments -- random J/J mush -- Metal (5/28)

*cough*..more?

 

Hey everyone!

Sorry again for the long delay. I've just had a major move and am trying to adjust, which I guess kinda explains the tone of this viggie. Don't worry, I'm working on the sequel to the previous one! But for now I just didn't feel like writing lighthearted humor. I do feel like reading it though -- does anybody have any suggestions?

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Title: Restless
Time: 48ABY
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He had forgotten that it was a luxury to have her sleeping next to him.

In the years since they had finally worked out their relationship, he hadn't once slept without her in his arms. Not even when she was mad at him. To his delight -- and profound relief -- Jaina subscribed to the belief that a good cuddle was better to relieve anger than sentencing him to a night on the couch.

Unfortunately it made tonight a first in their marriage. He had forgotten the hollow ache that always descended on his chest.

So he pulled his baby boy closer to him in an effort to relieve the loneliness. Jaina wouldn't be happy when she got home. At three years old, she wanted Javin to be sleeping in his own bed.

He certainly wasn't. Every night that he could, Javin managed to wiggle into his parents' bed and fall asleep against his mother. In her absence, he had squashed himself against his father.

Normally, Jag was secretly peeved that Jaina was occupied cuddling with someone else. Tonight, however, he was grateful for his son's tendency to sleep in their bed, and even more grateful that he had chosen to bestow his affections on his father. It might have been childish, but Jag didn't want to sleep alone either.

He found himself unable to resist tousling the boy's hair, then promptly sighed at how similar it felt to Jaina's silky locks. He would certainly be in trouble when she found out that Javin hadn't spent any portion of the night in his own bed, but Jag simply hadn't been able to resist his son's small round face or pleading eyes. Or when those eyes had watered and Javin said that he wanted to sleep in their bed because he could feel Jaina better in this room.

They had never had these problems with the girls. And for Jag, who would never have thought to go sleep in his parents' bed, this was uncharted territory. Jaina, however, knew perfectly well what to do with Javin and would sternly send him to his own bed every evening. Inevitably the boy would find his way back into their room, and she would allow him to cuddle with her until morning.

But tonight, Jag had brought his son to their bed from the beginning and it had been hours since Javin had fallen asleep. Jag had not been so lucky, and was still wishing that his wife hadn't taken that trip, even if it was only a week. She could easily have sent her second in command, Jusef Khan, on the assignment.

It was a simple assignment, that was true, but he still worried because, well, she was Jaina. And a Solo to boot. She had gone with barely enough stormtroopers to make up a full squad, even if they were hand-picked. Jag was more concerned than the situation truly warranted, and he knew that, yet he was still considering making her his full-time personal guard as soon as she returned. He'd have to come up with another title, of course, as she would never give in to the rumors and announce herself his personal Jedi guard. But there was plenty of time to come up with something. The important thing was that she never left his side again for longer than a trip to the fresher.

He glanced at the bedside chrono and promptly wished he hadn't.

0504.

Barely an hour before he had to be up for the day. There was no point in trying to sleep now.

He gave Javin a soft squeeze and gently kissed his forehead before slipping out into the hall. For a moment, he let himself entertain the fanciful notion that he might find Jaina in the kitchen as she was every morning, with an extra cup of caf and a smile. Then he rounded the corner and let the hope vanish.

She wasn't there.

He knew that, but his heart had wished otherwise.

Rubbing a hand over his face, he sighed quietly to himself and set about preparing the pot of caf. At least all their children were here. Soon enough, Saleya would come wandering in asking for blue milk. Neilla would be along soon after with a request for Ackbar O's, which they allowed her despite all the nutritional deficiencies. Javin would sleep until noon unless someone -- usually Jaina -- did something about it.

Jag nursed the fresh cup of caf as he sat at the table. Soon enough, the children would fill the place with their chatter, it was true, but he still missed her.

The week couldn't end fast enough.

 

Okay, the one funny part of this entry- Ackbar Os?!? Is that like Admiral Ackbar Cereal?

That was so wonderfully sweet, despite the melancholy tone. The image of Jag, first of all, blatantly defying the normal routine and letting his son sleep in their room, and secondly, doing so because he doesn't want to sleep by himself any more than Javin does...

I look forward to the sequel of the fic before as well. Should be... fun.

And how do you feel about Rogue character (Wedge, Iella, Corran, Mirax) lighthearted humor? I wrote a giftfic for Lori a couple months ago for her birthday but it's *blush* not Board-appropriate. But if Rogue fun raunchiness appeals, shoot me a PM and I'll send you the link.

 

I loved the cuddly cuteness of the scene.

 

Aww! That was sweet, yet sad at the same time.

 

Pearl: Very melancholy but true to life. No one seems able or willing or inspired to write steam my monitor why don't you J/J. I'm starting to not expect it from anyone, even the J/J specialists. Not even as a protest/rebuttal against the icky non-romance treatment they get in profic.

If you're into fantab L/M humor, jedi_Lover's Be Careful what You Wish for & JediMara77's Byss You Were Here, literally every word from start to finish will have you in stitches.

 

I liked the melancholy. It was different but still well done.

 

Hello everyone!

I'm sorry I've been MIA for a few weeks -- I recently moved to a new country and started med school, so I'm sorry to say but updates will probably become even more sporadic. But thank you all so much for the comments! It's reply time!

Lexi - Ackbar Os?!? laugh Is that like Admiral Ackbar Cereal?

Lol, yes, that's what I meant. The official name didn't come to me at the time

The image of Jag, first of all, blatantly defying the normal routine and letting his son sleep in their room, and secondly, doing so because he doesn't want to sleep by himself any more than Javin does...

Is it bad that I don't care what mood Jag's in as long as he's cuddly? And I had to give Javin a little bit of screentime --> I've barely even mentioned him since I first brought him up

I look forward to the sequel of the fic before as well. Should be... fun

Coming up in a few minutes. I mentioned it before, but if you squint at the wording it could almost be a sequel to your sequel, lol

Hazel - I loved the cuddly cuteness of the scene

Thanks! Like I said to Lexi, I don't care what mood he's in as long as he's cuddly

Briannakin - Aww! That was sweet, yet sad at the same time

I'm glad you liked it I got the idea months ago but didn't really have the emotion to write it until recently

Jade - Very melancholy but true to life

Indeed. In this little AU I've been playing with, I think a reminder of their previously tumultuous relationship is good for grounding them, you know?

No one seems able or willing or inspired to write steam my monitor why don't you J/J. I'm starting to not expect it from anyone, even the J/J specialists. Not even as a protest/rebuttal against the icky non-romance treatment they get in profic

Is that a challenge, Jade?

Also, thanks for the tip, they were a riot

Solo_and_Fel - I liked the melancholy. It was different but still well done

Thanks Had to throw in a little melancholy nostalgia to shake the thread up a bit


Thanks again for the comments everyone! Next viggie should be posted shortly

 

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Title: Unbeatable Odds
Time: ~57ABY

Sequel to http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/31508907/p5][/url]Dreaded Dates on page 5 of this thread and potentially to http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/31793076/r32036774/]Father's[/url] Bane on LexiLupin's http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/31793076/p1]Silly[/url] Drabble thread. I know lots you are already reading it, but if you haven't go check it out! It's awesome

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Jag rarely reflected on the power he held. Mainly for fear of losing his sanity. Because, as leader of the reconstructed Galactic Empire, Jagged Fel was an obscenely powerful man. He resolved potential wars and minor squabbles on a daily basis. He commanded the armies of nearly three thousand planets, and was supreme ruler of their politicians. He even had the power to unleash Imperial Knights onto his more troublesome Moffs.

Or rather, that power was theoretically his. Because really, all final decisions regarding the Imperial Knights were Jaina's -- she had never given him any power over them and she never would. In fact, now that he considered it, each and every hole in his net of power came from his dear wife and her family.

At that exact moment, for example, he found that he was powerless to make Han Solo shut up about the fact that he had dared kiss his own wife at a public function. Even if it had been an arguably ostentatious gesture to have her seated in his lap as he did so. Emperor Fel also didn't really have the power to have Neilla's young suitor packed up and sent off to the most remote corner of the galaxy simply because Neilla insisted on holding his hand.

But then an idea struck him very suddenly.

He was astounded that the thought hadn't come to him sooner. He was, after all, renowned as a master strategist.

He cleared his throat, hoping to stop his father-in-law's angry rant.

Ineffective. Jag supposed he deserved that. It had been nearly foolish optimism, after all.

Still, with no other options available, he could do nothing but clear it a little louder and punctuate it with a, "Han?"

"Shut it, flyboy, I'm trying to teach you a few things about respecting women," Han fired back, but Jag cut him off before he could continue.

"And I immensely appreciate your advice. I do think, however, that it would be better spent on Neilla's date."

Confusion, followed quickly by anger, flashed through Han's eyes. "Neilla has a date?"

"Leia didn't tell you?" Jag asked, but he could see from the genuine surprise on Han's face that he had not been informed. This plan was working out better than Jag could have hoped. At least until he had to clean up the rumor mill in the morning.

But, at the moment, his father-in-law was sufficiently distracted. "Point me in a direction, kid."

Silently, Jag obeyed, and Han was off at a truly remarkable pace for a man of his age. Only a moment later Jag couldn't spot him in the crowd.

Quite satisfied with this turn of events, he exchanged pleasantries with several politicians on his way back to his seat. There he found Jaina, who looked nearly as displeased as her father had, only moments ago.

Confident that he could rectify the situation, he wrapped and arm around her waist and pressed his lips to her neck.

She pushed him away, but he carried on. "Not to worry, love, your father is distracted for now."

She pushed again, quite a bit harder. He took the hint and sat back.

"Is something wrong?"

She glared. "I saw what you did."

Ah. So that was the problem. He admitted to himself that sending Han after them may have been toeing the line on 'not scaring away Neilla's date,' but Jag was perfectly capable of maintaining his sabacc face.

"I'll admit, I shouldn't have greeted the Lebican emissary so warmly after their latest--"

"You threw your daughter under the speeder."

"Correction, I threw her date under the speeder. And really, it's not my fault that your father didn't even know she had one."

"Jag," she warned when he went for her neck again, "I will make an even bigger spectacle this evening by pulling out my lightsaber."

Sighing, but not quite ready to accept defeat, he slowly straightened. "My apologies, love. What can I do to fix the situation?"

"Go rescue them from my father. And probably yours, as well. I'm sure this would be the only instance that they could work together," she snorted, nodding across the hall to a shadowy alcove. A little concentration revealed that they were doing exactly that.

"Absolutely not."

He had expected an explosive retort, but instead she simply got up and began to walk away.

"Where are you going?"

"To my mother's."

"But, that dress..." Jag trailed off, allowing his face to fall slightly as she turned back to him. Just the thought of missing the opportunity to peel it off was heartbreaking.

"I'm someone's daughter too, you know," she pointed out.

"Yes, your father was quite keen on reminding me--"

"You can't have it both ways, Jagged Fel." And with that, she turned and walked away.

He had no doubt that she would be here for the rest of the night, watching to see if he would come to that boy's rescue. But he simply couldn't do that.

Forced to accept defeat, he closed his eyes briefly.

Yes, Jagged Fel was an exceedingly powerful man. But somehow, when there were Solos involved, that simply didn't seem to matter.

 

Ohhhh, I think I love you. That was fantastically wonderful. Absolutely brilliant, the sneaky misdirection- if there's one thing that'll rile a protective father more than the guy touching his daughter... it's the guy touching his granddaughter.

Poor Jag though- he didn't see Jaina's displeasure coming? I think he WAY underestimated Jaina's ability to resist his roguish charms.

Best line:

"Go rescue them from my father. And probably yours, as well. I'm sure this would be the only instance that they could work together."

How horribly true!

"But, that dress..." Jag trailed off, allowing his face to fall slightly as she turned back to him. Just the thought of missing the opportunity to peel it off was heartbreaking.

Aaaand THERE'S the naughty Jag we all know and love.

 

I guess Jag got his due.

 

Replies

Lexi - Ohhhh, I think I love you. That was fantastically wonderful. laugh Absolutely brilliant, the sneaky misdirection- if there's one thing that'll rile a protective father more than the guy touching his daughter... it's the guy touching his granddaughter. mischief

Lol, he is a master strategist, and since Leia didn't even tell him, poor Loraq is now going to get s storm of overprotective anger coming his way

Poor Jag though- he didn't see Jaina's displeasure coming?

Well, sometimes even the master makes a mistake

I think he WAY underestimated Jaina's ability to resist his roguish charms.

That he did But I imagine that was mostly because Jaina knew her husband and prepared herself

Hazel - I guess Jag got his due

He absolutely did


Thanks ladies!

 

*****
Title: Oddities
Time: ~57 ABY / consider it a sequel to the previous viggie

So...I basically wasted my whole evening writing this because I wanted to post something on February 29th. I hope you enjoy

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He was doing it on purpose.

She was sure of it.

He hadn't bothered with doing anything like this since he felt the need to compete for her attention. And that had been nearly two decades ago.

Jaina Solo had woken to the entirely unobjectionable sight of her shirtless husband doing pull-ups on the portable unit Javin had gotten him for his last lifeday. She didn't know how long he had been at it, but his chest was already glistening and she could only assume he had been working off the previous night's frustration.

And she planned to help with that.

In a minute.

She took care to keep her eyes cracked only a slightly so that he wouldn't notice her, but, after enjoying the view for a few moments from the comfort of her bed, she was starting to feel the urge to do something about the stirring in her gut.

She whistled lowly and his eyes snapped to her. Smiling invitingly, she patted the space next to her. "Come back to bed, flyboy, you're wasting good energy all the way over there."

"Not a waste," he grunted between breaths. Quite heavy breaths that were only helping her fantasy along.

"You could be using it for other things," she pointed out sweetly.

"Like?" She knew he caught her meaning, but he was clearly up for playing along.

Well that was fine, she could handle a game of cat and motimouse.

"There are other ways to exercise, dear," she reminded him with a flirtatious smile. He looked unaffected, but she could feel a smugness in his aura that told her this was exactly what he wanted.

"I'm aware, love," he answered, and she took a steadying breath. Those pants were really starting to do a number on her. "Not to worry, push-ups are next."

"Mmm, push-ups sound like a good idea to me."

"I'm glad you approve," he growled before dropping directly from the pull-up bar into a push-up.

He had already done three before a thought suddenly occurred to her and her jaw dropped. "Wait...are you saying no?"

"So it would seem."

"But, but..." she was speechless. This was not how these things were supposed to work. Hell, this wasn't how things usually worked. Generally, once she gave in she could have what she wanted.

Or rather, they could both have what they wanted, as she could feel the same emotions simmering in him regardless of how well he was currently ignoring them.

"You weren't so keen last night," he stopped and commented casually, scooping his tee from the chair and slipping back into it.

"Well that was because I was proving a point!"

"So am I."

"I must have missed it," she snorted, getting increasingly frustrated. "Enlighten me, oh All-Knowing-Emperor."

He raised a brow and simply stared.

"Well, come on! I think you've noticed that I don't get it," she burst after a moment.

He actually smirked then, and Jaina thought that maybe there was something left in him from his piloting days after all. Slowly he walked towards her, and she found herself pressed into the bed with no avenues of escape. His lips brushed against her ear.

"You can't have it both ways, Jaina Solo."

Suddenly she was free again, if not cold and slightly disgruntled. He was already across the room and she wondered, not for the first time, if maybe he was a scoundrel after all.

"Come back tonight if you're still interested," he tossed over his shoulder before shutting the fresher door. Seconds later she heard the sanisteam start and allowed herself to sag slightly.

Oh, she would be back in that night, but not the way her dear husband expected.

She felt her own smirk tugging at her lips. "Game on, Fel."

*****

 

Oh my. Oh my. Oh my.

I don't even know what else to say.

Do I sense the beginning of some ShowerWars-esque shenanigans? (Just between Jaina and Jag, of course- though I guess Jaina could go spar with Kyp since we know hand-to-hand combat gets her extra excited... )

"Wait...are you saying no?"

I love how it took... how many years? 15 or so?... for this to happen. Not to mention when they were together as teens/early-20s...

It seems that Jaina still has some tough lessons to learn. Fortunately, I'm sure that Jag will teach them to her in the most delicious of ways.

Game on indeed.

 

"Game on, Fel."

YES!!! And what a fun game it will be, for us that is.

 

Bah! Sorry I haven't replied! I just saw this!

Anyway, I love love love love love love these past two updates. I haven't laughed this hard all week.

Not to mention, hunky, shirtless, naughty Jag made my week a whole lot better.

I can't wait to see what you come up with next!

-Twinsins Thlee

 

Game on, Fel!

What a wonderful collection of posts. I've been away for awhile, but it was so nice to come back to a teasing, naughty, shirtless, sweaty Jag doing his morning work out...what a wonderful image that was.


I can't wait for the follow up. Great Job!

 

Hello everyone

Lexi - Do I sense the beginning of some ShowerWars-esque shenanigans? (Just between Jaina and Jag, of course- though I guess Jaina could go spar with Kyp since we know hand-to-hand combat gets her extra excited... whistling )

Lol, I'm not sure it will be as much fun without Kyp, but we'll see how the mood strikes

I love how it took... how many years? 15 or so?... for this to happen. Not to mention when they were together as teens/early-20s...

It's happened before...like, once or something

I'm sure that Jag will teach them to her in the most delicious of ways. wink

Game on indeed. grin



Hazel - YES!!! And what a fun game it will be, for us that is

Lol, I'll do my best

Twins - Anyway, I love love love love love love these past two updates. I haven't laughed this hard all week.

Not to mention, hunky, shirtless, naughty Jag made my week a whole lot better.

Glad you enjoyed And I'm pretty sure shirtless, naughty Jag makes everyone's day better

Kailene - What a wonderful collection of posts. I've been away for awhile, but it was so nice to come back to a teasing, naughty, shirtless, sweaty Jag doing his morning work out...what a wonderful image that was

Thank you Lucky Jaina gets to wake up to that all the time...sigh



Thanks everyone!

 

So, I realize that I've essentially disappeared from the boards for the past six months, but I'm back! With a new viggie! I hope you enjoy it

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Title: Realizations
Time: 56 ABY
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"What are you doing?"

Neilla sighed before meeting her father's gaze in the mirror. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm dying my hair."

"Black."

"Yeah, so?"

"So...your hair already is black."

"It was," she corrected, setting a timer on her chrono before turning to jump up onto the counter and wait.

"Is life as a princess really so stressful?" He joked, joining her on the counter.

"Yes," she answered honestly, and Jag did his best not to let the sting show on his face. "But that's not your fault. This is," she finished, pointing to her head. That was when he noticed that she wasn't so much dying her hair as she was dying one lock in the front.

"That doesn't make any sense," he muttered, mostly to himself.

"Umm," she answered, gesturing toward his own lock of white hair, "yeah it does, Dad."

"No, no," he said, waving her hand away, "You must have gotten it from me, but, I always assumed it was a result of the scar, not genetics."

She cocked her head to the side, considering him just like Jaina would. "Fair enough assumption, I guess. But I mean, you were around my age when you got your scar,
Dad."

"Are you implying that it was coincidence?"

"I haven't split my face open on anything recently."

"Recently?"

"You know what I mean, Dad," came the annoyed answer as she crossed her arms and legs. Her foot started tapping the cabinet beneath her. "Although considering all the medical implications for randomly having a lock of white hair, maybe I should go carve my face up so that people don't think I'm--"

--"Absolutely not"--

"--crazy," she finished, laughing. "Relax, kidding."

"You better be."

She rolled her eyes. "Well at least--"

A shrill alarm cut her off and Neilla hopped off the counter to see to her hair. Jag left her to it and found Jaina in the kitchen.

"Did you know that our daughter dyes her hair?"

"Yes."

"And you didn't feel the need to tell me?"

"What is there to tell?" She asked, looking up from her screen.

Jag glanced down at it quickly. Nerf steaks for dinner. His stomach gave a sudden growl.

"She's a teenager dying her hair. Be glad it's a natural color. For the sake of PR, if nothing else."

He couldn't argue with that. An aqua-haired princess would be a nightmare for the image of the royal family.

"Well," he muttered after a few thoughtful moments, "at least now I know she's mine.'

Jaina's eyes nearly sent daggers through his skull. "WHAT?"

" Well otherwise she looks just like you, thank the Force."

She considered this for a moment, and her eyes softened slightly from murder-mode. "She has your coloring."

"Small comfort, considering my competitors."

Fortunately, she didn't pull a knife from the drawer. Unfortunately, she smacked him.

"She's just so beautiful that I wonder sometimes," Jag amended, hoping that would fix the situation promptly.

Jaina's brow arched in surprise. "All these years and you're still not aware of how sexy you are?" Then her eyes took on a predatory gleam and a finger trailed down his
chest. "I could show you, if you need convincing."

"I'm perfectly aware of how desirable I am, thank you," he teased, catching her hand as she pulled away and placing it back on his chest. "But, beautiful as our daughter is,
I am certainly not ready to think that anyone is considering her s--se--"

She laughed as he choked on the word. "Fair enough, she's only fifteen. You didn't meet me until I was sixteen."

"Exactl--wait, no," Jag frowned, "no no no no no."

Jaina laughed again, knowing what was coming.

"This isn't funny."

"Yes, it is,' she answered, still giggling, but felt slightly sorry for him when she saw how truly stricken he was by the prospect. Still, she couldn't resist teasing him. "Why Jagged Fel, are you saying that you were following something other than your heart when you first spoke to me on Ithor?"

"Jaina,' he warned, reaching for his comm. For the first time, he was glad to be emperor. The job turned out to be good for something after all.

"Relax, Jag. Worse comes to worst, your daughter is quite skilled with a lightsaber."

He jumped. 'WHAT?'

"In the most literal sense, of course."

Jag took a deep breath before turning his attention back to his comm. His wife was, in his opinion, far too amused by this situation. "Of course."

"Who are you calling, anyway? It's not as though anyone can help you scare off imaginary suitors a year in advance."

He gave her a feral smile, brushing a finger over her cheek. "You underestimate your emperor, my love. Where there's a will, there's a way."

******

 

Ah! Hi!
I suck, I know- totally dropped off the face of our emails, lol. It was a hectic summer.
And I still have to finish your now-very-belated Bday fic.

But yay for back to the (real!) Boards! And this was an excellent way to kick off the return. Jaina is so delightfully devilish and sneaky. And poor Jag- Jaina was only 16, wasn't she? *wicked smirk*

Can you imagine the terror either Zekk or Kyp would feel at the idea that the Emperor is contemplating that one of them knocked up his wife? I mean, I know he isn't serious, but... yeah. Ha.

So delightful. Jaina really is terrible.

Can't wait for more of course, and we'll have to resume our rambly chats!

 

Pearl, hello! J/J -- whew! Mega relief to see them written about LOL Keep up the fine work!

 

I came across the inspiration for this in one of my old notebooks and thought I would share it here. I hope you enjoy!
*****
Title: Metal
Date: 36ABY
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His girlfriend, potential fiance, wife -- as his father had once mistakenly called her -- was late. This in itself was not at all unusual; however, he had planned important things for the evening and was rather put out at her tardiness.

Still, her absence granted him a short delay of possible heartbreak. She had already denied him once. Jag twiddled the small box between his fingers from an uncharacteristic bout of nerves.

He felt though, that they had grown since that first attempt. Certainly the time apart had allowed both of them to carve and understand their roles in the galaxy, and their desire to commit to marriage had changed. Well, he hoped Jaina's desire had changed. His own desire to wed had flagged at times, but persisted overall. If nothing else, he had taken the time to reflect upon which items were acceptable engagement gifts.

He now knew that any metallic gift had best be shiny, new, and big enough to carry her. The only rings in which Jaina showed interest were blinking on sim monitors. Sparkles, of course, were the spawn of the devil.

Armed with that knowledge, Jag had spent weeks studying ships. The first debacle had been deciding between a larger ship that might fit a small family and an x-wing that had been retrofitted with the latest technology. Aside from finding himself incapable of paying good money for an x-wing, he decided that the former ship might be taken on a short pleasure cruise. Of course, that left him with the unenviable task of sorting through the latest designs.

Ultimately it had been done, and the remote key pad was now nestled into the small box that he had finally set onto the table. A small dinner was staying warm in the oven when Jaina finally made her appearance.

Her initial confusion gave way to delight at finding that the new ship was theirs, and he found himself tackled to the galley's crashcouch when she understood that it was a proposal. Dinner turned cold in the oven as she smothered him in kisses. Hours were spent tangled on that crashcouch, until Jag quipped that they could have used the bed if she had allowed him to give her a tour.

She pinched him before following him to the promised bed.

The tour was saved for the next morning.

*****

 

Aww!

Oh, that's good. She really is a Solo.

I liked the reflections on how they had a chance to grow since the previous rejection. Honesty time: I have no idea whether that happened in canon or not. My knowledge of the NJO and later Beyond era is mainly based on the rumors and complaints of others. But this is an interesting way to go.

 

SQUEEEEEE! And hi! Delicious and very J/J.

 

Eeee! Thanks for the heads up, I haven't been checking over here much the last couple weeks. Slacking on the PMs though, sorry!

Perfect, of course. :-D And Jaina's view on sparkles- hahaha priceless!

So great to see you back! I've missed this little universe of yours, and apparently it's all I'm going to get of Jag being emperor Jag ::grumbles at the powers that be:: so I hope there'll be more to come!