Who Loves

Keywords – smut, Jaina, Zekk, Jag, M/F, WIP

Notes – I can’t help it, at some point there will be some plot in this. But don’t worry it’s going to be mostly smut!

Arashi – I know how you feel, Jaina/Zekk sometimes seems far too scarce. I’ll probably update this weekly, I hope you continue to like it!

AndyD – Glad you thought it was ok. I’ve added more, hope it’s all right!

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Zekk did not consider himself an unreasonable person. In fact, if you ignored the Shadow Academy thing – which, admittedly was not all that easy – he was pretty good at getting along with people. Becoming a Jedi had taught him a measure of patience. He could wait out just about anyone.

Which was exactly what he’d been intending on doing with Jaina Solo, his childhood best friend, his first and so far his only love, and the galaxy’s most beautiful woman – although this was something that she probably didn’t realise. Jaina had never really given her appearance much of a second thought, being much happier in an old coverall, smudged with grease from the ship she was fixing, or in a flight suit, ready to flit off somewhere. She was not even especially keen on her Jedi robes. More than once Zekk had heard her mother sigh something about being too much like her father.

Despite all this Jaina Solo was damned beautiful and painfully sexy. Two nights ago they’d ended up releasing some tension with each other in the training room after a long sparring session that had not done what they wanted it to. That night when she’d first felt his erection, he’d been afraid that she would reject him and that they’re never be able to look at each again, but she had responded, and given him one of he best nights of his life.

He could remember the way she looked and smelt – of sweat and sex and Jaina. The way her body had reacted to his, the way her skin had felt rasping against his, creating in him pleasure he had never known. When they had come, screaming, her completion – filtering to him through the faint bond they still held – egging on his, he could feel the way the Force responding to their joining. It had electrified everything in him, sending waves of white-hot fire through his body.

When they had parted, and promised not to commit such an act again, Zekk had honestly believed that, despite what they had just experienced, he could walk away from her, and go back to waiting until she was ready to turn to him. Now though, after spending the last two days in a state of semi-arousal and complete distraction, Zekk knew that he wasn’t really going to wait. He wanted Jaina, and he was going to have Jaina. And he was going to do it in such a way that she would want him just as badly, just as permanently.

It was late, but then it had been the other night as well. He banged on her door, and after a few minutes it opened to reveal Jaina, wearing a heavy silk robe, her hair slightly damp around her shoulders. At the sight before him, Zekk’s breath caught in his throat as his mouth dried up, and he very nearly lost his nerve.

Dear gods, I want her so very badly.

“Jaina, I want to talk to you, can I come in?”

“Sure.” She opened the door a little wider, yawning, and trying to hide it.

Accidentally, he brushed against her, causing the robe to shift open, revealing the curve to what was probably the most beautiful chest that had ever been created. Little lines of fire tingled from the small area of himself that had touched her, and he had to fight to keep the blush off of his cheeks. In his pants, he felt himself begin to harden in anticipation of what was under that robe. Zekk stepped back and gave her a heavily laden gaze, letting her know – if just for a second – how much he wanted her. Then he made sure he pulled back in the Force, so his intentions would be hidden.

Yes, he wanted her, but the aim was to make her want him just as much, if not more. A glance at Jaina’s face showed that she could feel what he offering her, and that she was more than a little interested, but that something was holding her back. Fel, her boyfriend – the one she claimed to love. Well, Zekk would claim her, and then he’d see what she thought.

“What’s up?” she asked with an attempt at nonchalance when the door was shut. Zekk didn’t answer the question straight away as he was trying his best to work through the unconscious connotations on her words. Oh, he was up, that was for sure. This was why he’s chosen his Jedi robes – they were loose enough to hide any telltale signs of arousal.

“I want you,” he told her straight. Jaina had always been supportive of his pursuits – except when otherwise encouraged by handsome Chiss pilots.

“I thought we agreed that we weren’t going to do that again. You said that you were willing to—”

“—wait?” he interrupted. “I was, but I’m not anymore.”

Jaina seemed to digest that for a moment. She pulled the robe around her a little tighter, hiding more of her beautiful skin. He could remember being pressed up against that skin, the way it felt like satin, sliding across him, the scent it held, the smoothness of its colour. Zekk bit back a growl, as heat spread through his veins.

“Go away, Zekk.” Her voice was firm and unyielding – very different from her body – and if he didn’t know better he would have said that she meant what she was saying. However, Zekk had known Jaina for well over a decade now, and as much as she had changed from the little girl who had made friends with a lonely street kid, there were some things that time couldn’t alter. “You don’t mean that.”

“Sure I do, and you know it.” The key with Jaina was to hold steady until she cracked. She never had been the most patient of people, and if he could wait her out, he’d have her right where he wanted her. If she didn’t run him through with her sabre, of course.

“What would you know?” she snapped.

“I know that you enjoyed it. That you wanted it and that you’re thinking about it right now.” She was too – projecting desire through the Force, mingling with his own, making it difficult for him not to just take her right that second.

“Oh, and what gave you that idea?”

“It’s not that cold in here, Jay.” He gestured at her chest, where the tips of her nipples stood out clearly through her robe. Jaina flushed and crossed her arms, removing that particularly delicious sight from him as well. He found himself strangely disappointed. The memory of what those breasts tasted like, and how they felt in his mouth was going to kill him.

“It was sex, Zekk, nothing more. Yes, I wanted it, but it had nothing to do with you. You were just a convenience – someone in the right place at the right time. Nothing more,” she repeated.

The words stung, he had to admit, but they were classic Jaina. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d thrown him away with a few callous phrases. This time he wasn’t going to bow to her wishes. On Hapes, she had chosen not to pursue a relationship with him, and he had let her make that choice believing if she wanted him, she’d come to him. Seeing her with Jag there had been painful enough; and along with watching her slide, unable to know how to stop her, he hadn’t been able to stay around. He had never regretted leaving more.

Zekk was tempted to snap back at her, but he’d been involved in shouting matches with Jaina before, and he wouldn’t win should it came to that.

“I was missing Jag, my boyfriend, and I was trying to work out some frustration. We did that. I am in love with him, remember? You were the one who actually said it.” Jaina was biting out the words, but for the first time Zekk caught something that was not quite annoyance from her. So far the emotion was unidentifiable to him, but it did not match her words. He pressed on.

“And I’m in love with you.” Another flicker from Jaina. The information was nothing she wasn’t already aware of, although he’d never actually told her that explicitly before.

Jaina chose not to respond to that particular phrase, giving him cause to doubt that she knew how, and hope to believe that if she couldn’t dismiss him outright then maybe there was some feeling on her part after all.

“You agreed not to come after me.”

“I changed my mind.”

“Just like that?” she spat. Anger glittered clearly in her eyes now, the annoyance having evolved to something more deadly. Still though, there was that other emotion hiding behind.

“Just like that,” he confirmed.

“What gives you the right to do that?” Her fury made her beautiful. He would have to be careful, as she might start swinging her lightsabre around, and with Jaina it appeared that Force-lightning was to be avoided as well. Of course the reminder of the last time that they’d fought with sabres was fresh in his mind. Force, but she was the sexiest thing.

Zekk knew that his thoughts were only fuelling his need for her, but he was beyond trying to stop such things. He had reached the point where he revelled in such sensations.

“The right to what? Fall in love you? I did that years ago, Jaina – when I was thirteen. The right to stake a claim in your affections? Well, I’d say after what happened last night, I have more than a right.”

“It was casual from the outset, Zekk, no ties. You knew that before we even started. Don’t go acting like because we fucked up against a wall that all of a sudden I’m yours. I’m not. I owe you nothing.” She was positively glowing in anger now; it was pulsating through the Force. He had to admit that her words were getting to him, no matter how much he would like to pretend otherwise.

Without thinking he snapped back at her. “Better watch that temper. Never know what you might start doing if you lose it. Anger leads to the dark side, as you know. You wouldn’t want to follow that path again, would you?” he retorted, doing the one thing he’s promised himself that he wouldn’t – let her get to him. It was supposed to be the other way around.

For long seconds, she just stood there, spluttering. He’d hit his mark. Always, it was those who knew you best that could hurt you the most, and to his fault, Zekk did know Jaina.

“Get out! Leave, before I really do fry you.” Jaina’s voice was carefully controlled, but that only revealed the anger that was there.

Zekk had pushed her too far, and she’d withdrawn. He wasn’t going to get anymore out of her tonight.

He turned to press the release on her door, and it slid open. “I’m coming to see you again, Goddess, you can count on that,” he told her, keeping his tone as even as he could. There were two bright spots of anger on her cheeks, and her dark eyes were flashing with her shortness of temper, and despite the words that they had just flung at each other, he still found himself wanting her.

Without waiting for further response, he walked out of the room.

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The next night she didn’t open her door to him, but he didn’t let that slow him down in the slightest. There were locks that were Force repellent, but the galaxy hadn’t had a Force-sensitive foe in years, so few people – even the military – bothered. It was a matter of moments before it slid open and he stepped inside.

He had barely crossed the threshold when Jaina jumped him, knocking him to the floor, as the door shut and locked itself behind them. They rolled with the impact, and ended with her straddling his waist, pinning him with her hands on his shoulders.

“Why Goddess,” he purred, “if you wanted to be on top, you only had to give the word.” Roughly, she grabbed his shoulders and shook him, dropping him so his head hit the hard floor with a bang. The jolt jarred him painfully and he saw stars.

Eyes black with fury, she pressed him into the hard surface beneath him until his bones creaked. “Why’d you come back?” she snarled. Zekk wondered if it was perverse that even this was turning him on.

“I told you.” Grabbing her wrists, he twisted her arms and swung her off of him, and rolling so that now he pinned her to the ground. Unlike Jaina though, he carefully positioned his weight to keep her as still as possible, but trying not to cause her any physical pain. “I want you. I love you.”

“I told you to leave!” She struggled, but then realised exactly what her squirming body was doing to his and stopped.

Ignoring both her movements and his own reaction, he glared down at her. “Ah, and the great Goddess expects her wishes to always be obeyed. Stick it, Jaina, I am sick of doing what you want. Or doing what you think you want. I am not your pawn!” Leaning down so that is nose was touching hers, his eyes were looking directly her, he whispered, “For once I want something from you.”

Fury, desire and fear flashed across her face. The fear undid him, and he rolled off her and into a sitting position. From her place on the floor, Jaina curled around herself, her back to him. Her body shook lightly and the small sniffle indicated her tears, but Zekk felt incapable of movement, unsure where any approach might lead. There was always the possibility she would flinch away from him, but most likely she would reject him again.

Zekk’s body was still throbbing with need, his erection uncomfortable in his pants, pushing against the cloth. He longed to be inside her again, as he longed for many things, but mostly he wanted her to love him. This was not the way.

“Jaya?” his voice cracked.

“Why?” she whispered, but the meaning was too foggy for him to interpret.

“Why, what?”

“Why do you make me feel this way?” she turned, and pulled herself up, leaning against the wall opposite him. Her face was slick with tears, her eyes red, and she was chewing on her bottom lip. Liquid burned at his lids, and he closed them briefly trying to blink away the pain.

“Jay?” A tearful Jaina had always been his downfall.

“Like I want you, like I love you.” She sounded so confused, so broken and so afraid. “I love Jag.” As much as he could have hoped otherwise, there was a sureness about her tone that indicated the depth of her love for the Chiss pilot. “And yet, I love you, I want you, and I don’t know why. Why does it have to be so confusing? Why?”

“I don’t know.” Zekk couldn’t keep the weight out of his words. There was a strong desire to tell her exactly why she should love him and not Jag, but he couldn’t find the words to do so. Why should she love him more? Because I love her? But so did Jag.

When Zekk lifted a hand to her, she crawled over to him and into his embrace, resting against his chest, her face into his shoulder. “I wish I had answers for you Jaina, but I don’t know what to say. I love you, more than anything. Without you, I feel so lonely, so alone. I just want to be with you.” Daringly, he lent down and kissed her cheek, she turned her head into the kiss, pressing her lips to his.

Unable to stop himself, Zekk deepened the kiss, tracing a line along her lips with his tongue, seeking entrance into her mouth. Without hesitation she let him inside and he explored her as she explored him. There were faint echoes of salt tingling his taste buds, lending the kiss a bittersweetness that was unexpected.

One of Jaina’s hands crept up under his shirt to lie against his stomach, her palm warm and flat against his skin. The contact, sending tingles of anticipation through him, made him groan, and she broke the kiss to look directly into his eyes.

“Do we want to do this?” her voice was low and husky, enticing.

“I do, but you have to make the decision, Goddess.” Despite his words, he leaned forward and nibbled at her lips, then took her lower lip in his teeth, gently worrying at it. The decision was hers, but Zekk was still determined that she decide on him. Slowly, the hand under his shirt began to rub his front softly, increasing the flow of warmth through his body, and reminding him of a piece of his anatomy that was enjoying this a little too much.

With his hands on her hips he guided her around so she was straddling him again, her knees over his legs, resting on the floor. He kept his hands where they were, stroking her lightly through the cloth of her shirt, but not making any further advance. Jaina’s hands, though, were now both next to his stomach, and were moving, pulling his shirt up, over his head. Once it was off, she tossed it to one side, and sat back a little to look at him, her eyes burning lashes across his chest.

For long moments, he watched her watching him, his heart pounding in his chest. Before this, sex between them had never been slow – always it had been fast and hard, a desperate need for release. Already, he could sense this was different, and he took delight in this change. Finally, Jaina reached out one fingertip and began to trace a pattern on his stomach and up over his pecs ever so lightly.

Just that one small point was going to drive him crazy, as she drew line of fire and want. Tilting his head back, Zekk bit his lip to keep from moaning at what she was doing to him. When he brought his eyes back to her, she was watching him with a faint smile. Still moving her finger in wavy lines across his skin.

“What’s so amusing, Goddess?”

“Nothing,” her smile broadened just a touch.

“Then why the grin?”

“You are so beautiful.”

“I bet you say that to all the boys.”

Her smile turning wicked, Jaina lent down and kissed a nipple, open mouth, swirling her tongue around it. This time he couldn’t prevent the cry that escaped his lips. When she pulled back there was a self-satisfied smirk on her face.

“No. After seeing you, how could I? And you were the first man I saw naked.” The confession floored him, although he knew she had been a virgin the first time they had been together.

Zekk attempted a rougish grin, but that was tempered by the hands running themselves around his waist-line, not quite under the top of his pants yet, but still giving him enough sensations to go on with. Bending his head forward, he touched his forehead to hers. Then he placed his hands over hers, stilling her fingers. By the shards of Alderaan, did she have the living Force pouring out of her and on to him?

“Y’know something Goddess, you’re pretty damn beautiful yourself.” To his delight, she blushed. Quickly, before she recovered, he stole a kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth and started up a gentle lapping motion, enhanced by what his hands were doing, now just under her shirt.

When she pulled back, slightly breathless, she glared at him, but it lacked any heat. “No fair catching me off guard like that!”

“I’ll be the judge of what’s fair here, Great One.” He tickled her across her stomach, making her shriek, and hit him lightly on the arm. “Of course, I can’t give you a proper description of beauty without seeing what’s under your shirt…”

Rolling her eyes, Jaina lifted the shirt over her head, slowly, teasingly, making him crazy – and she knew what she was doing. Underneath, she wasn’t wearing a bra and he could clearly see several small bruises on her breasts. Shock filling him, he ran his fingers over one lightly – he hadn’t realised…

“Yeah the damn things hurt too much to wear a bra, you jerk. Of course they were worth—” Jaina broke off in a gasp as Zekk leaned forward and kissed the blemishes lightly, flicking his tongue over each one. Then he moved to the ones on her neck and shoulders, burying his face there. He had marked her, she was his now, and the surge of masculine pride surprised him, but he rode it, thrilled by it, wanting more, and needing to possess Jaina with it.

“I never realised, I did that,” he told her apologetically, despite his partial delight, hearing his voice muffled by her skin. Her skin, her beautiful, delicious, enticing skin… Nibbling lightly, he traced new paths with his lips and his tongue, taking in her taste, the scent of her.

“Zekk?” she asked as his mouth moved lower, and she gasped.

“Mmmm?” he answered.

“I want it…to be o-n a…bed…this time,” she said between pants.

“All right,” he said, and she shrieked as he stood, lifting both of them in the air. Her legs wrapped around his waist, cradling the hardness there. Instinctively, both of them pressed closer, wanting to join. Zekk’s legs met her bed and he collapsed on to it backwards, they bounced, but landed with her still on top, and his mouth still attached to her, inching closer to one enticing breast.

He slid his tongue over the mound, and then a little lower over her nipple, causing her to arch into him. He took the whole breast into his mouth, sucking lightly, massaging her. Then he pulled away slightly and she protested, until he settled on the other breast, eager to share the treatment.

Once again her fingers ran along the top of his pants, this time sliding under, kneading at the flesh in exciting ways, before moving around to the fastener, undoing it, and tugging, trying to push them over his hips. Lifting himself, he brought his hands down, to help her guide them off. When he was completely naked, she lay on him, his hands back on her waist, balancing her. His erection pressed against one of her thighs and she started unconsciously to rub against it.

Zekk bit his lip. If she kept this up, the fun would be over before it had even started. His hands moved lower, gliding over the silken skin to her pants, and lower, stilling her movement. Up again, this time, to remove her pants, slipping them off, so that both of them were skin to skin.

Jaina placed one hand on either side of his head, straightening her arms and looking down on him with a smile. Slowly, gaze never leaving his she lifted herself up, and gently pushed herself down on him, enveloping him in her warm, wet inner core. Right then, he had to fight not to let go. By the Force, but she felt good, so tight, so hot…

At first she just moved tentatively against him, rocking her hips backward and forwards sending waves of mind-bending heat through him every time she clenched her muscles against his length. Until this moment his hands had been still on her hips, holding her, guiding her, but now they moved down to where the two of them were joined. He slid his fingers into the dampness, searching for the little bud that was there, and massaging it as her movements got faster.

Both of them were panting heavily now, and she dipped down for a kiss, before sitting back up, thrusting against him, pushing herself further on to him, and against his fingers on her clit, demanding more. Thrusting in her, every pull causing him to moan with pleasure, Zekk obliged, picking up his pace as he sensed her reaching completion.

Bucking wildly, and screaming his name, she came, the muscles within her contracting around him, trying to induce him to take his release. Again, he resisted, despite everything in him that cried out to give in.

Finally, she collapsed against his, gasping, then seemed to realise that he was still in her and still hard. “Zekk?” she asked against his chest, clearly confused.

“Ssh, Goddess. Give me a minute.”

After a few deep breaths, he slid out of her and then helped her on to her back, coming to a rest in between her legs. Teasing at her core with his tip for a few minutes, he then pushed back inside her. Jaina angled her pelvis and then wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper. Then he began to thrust in earnest, pulling out as much he dared, before shoving his way back in. She was so warm, so tight, so welcoming, and so close that he couldn’t help but start to lose control. They went faster, Jaina’s body quickly building up again as Zekk grew closer to a climax, he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. This time when she clenched around him, screaming, he felt his eyes roll back in his head as pleasure gushed through him and into Jaina.

Spent, he rolled them so she wouldn’t be trapped by his weight, but he remained joined to her.

A light kiss, brought him back to himself, and he opened his eyes to see Jaina gazing at him. In her face he saw love, and shared joy, but he also saw anguish and guilt.

“Oh, Jaya,” he pulled her tightly to him, holding her close, and kissed the top of her head.

“I can’t let you go, Zekk. Force help me, I can’t let you go. But I need Jag too.” Her boyfriend was the last thing he wanted to hear about while he was still inside her, but he let her speak. “What are we supposed to do?”

“I don’t know, Goddess, I can’t say I’ve been here before. But I can say one thing: I’m not letting you go either. We’ll just have to take this as it comes.”

She didn’t answer, except to snuggle closer, and both of them drifted off in a doze, utterly exhausted from the emotions and from their joining.

“I love you,” he murmured before dreamland took him completely, and he was very certain that he heard her answer back.

“I love you, too, Zekk.”

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And once again plot intrudes. Forgive me? Next chapter Jaina goes away, but Jag turns up.