#there is a story regarding Jakar shooting Xaja

[keldae]

Fictober ‘19 -- Day 17 (SWTOR)

“Still moping over that spyboy?”

Xaja jumped at the sound of Kira’s voice literally right behind her, startling her out of her thoughts. Muttering a couple of interesting words, the redhead Jedi pulled her boots off of the Serenity’s dash and turned to give her former Padawan a frown. “You trying to kill me with a heart attack, Carsen?”

“Nah. We both already know you’re going to die from Jakar shooting you… again.”

“Rude.” Rolling her eyes at Kira’s grin, Xaja shook her head and pulled one foot up onto the seat, perching over it. “Sorry, what was the question? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of my heart trying to quit on me.”

“Better keep that heart in working order,” Kira teased as she flopped sideways into the next chair. “You’re gonna need it to keep pining after Agent Shan.”

“I’m not--!” Xaja looked away from Kira’s widening grin, stared out at the stars through the viewscreen until she thought she had the heat in her cheeks under control, then scowled at the other Jedi. “What makes you think I’m pining over a blasted spy?”

“First off, your ears are red.”

“Are not!” Xaja instinctively reached up to touch her ears, and frowned when she realized they were still hot. “It’s… it’s from you spooking me, twit.”

“Uh-huh. You weren’t blushing until you heard ‘Agent Shan’.”

Xaja scowled at Kira’s unrepentant smirk. “... I am not pining!”

“No, of course not. Just listening close every time you think you hear his name, or getting excited when you have a new message and then getting disappointed when it has nothing to do with him, or watching the news like a hawkbat for any signs of the Revanites or our AWOL allies…” Kira laughed. “It’s like watching a teenager with a huge crush.”

“... I am not that bad,” Xaja muttered, giving up on trying to keep from blushing as she scowled out at the stars. 

“Yes, you are.” There was a soft squeak as Kira spun her chair a bit. “For the record, I approve -- he’s way better than your ex. Gotta admit, there is just something about him that I like -- not in the same way you do,” she added with a wink. “Since Doc and I both noticed him checking you out and liking what he saw.”

There was a pause before Xaja glanced back over at Kira. “You think?” she asked, and tried not to sound hopeful. She did not have a crush on Agent Shan -- no, Theron, as he’d insisted she call him -- no matter what her misinformed former Padawan thought on the matter.

“Yup. For a spy, he isn’t exactly subtle.” Kira grinned. “Neither are you, for that matter. You’re really not hiding how much you’re checking him out…”

“Kira!” Xaja scowled as Kira burst out laughing, then shook her head. “It is not my fault that man has a great ass…”

Kira all but cackled as she looked back at her Master. “And I’m pretty sure he was enjoying your admiration… and returning the favour.”

“What? He was looking at--?” Xaja blushed as bright as her hair, then frowned. “What are you talking about? I’m too skinny to have an ass worth mentioning!”

“Pretty sure he’d beg to differ if asked…”

“Kira!”

The taller Jedi just cackled again as she got back up. “I’ll let you get back to daydreaming about that ass, and the rest of the guy attached to it. Hopefully we get a lead as to where they are soon so you can admire it in-person again.”

Xaja Force-threw a wad of flimsi after her retreating Padawan, then frowned at the void of space outside her ship. She was absolutely not pining for Theron, or dreaming about his ass. Her thoughts were focused more on his amber eyes, and his warm tone of voice, and his mou--

That is not any better than thinking about his backside, she tried to scold herself as she firmly shook her head and tried to think about anything that wasn’t connected to Theron kriffing Shan.