Title: Blind Date
Author: Darth Patches / darth_patches@juno.com
Characters: Shanna and Qui-Gon as a padawan
Category: Romance
Setting: about 40 years before TPM
Rating: NC-17
Status: Completed
Summary: Shanna discovers the horrors - and joys - of blind dates
Disclaimer: Star Wars belongs to George Lucas. I'm not making any money
from this; I'm just
playing with a few of his toys for a while.

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Part 1: The Bet

"No!" Vrin heard Shanna yell from down the corridor. A door slammed.
"For the twelfth time, I don't do blind dates!" The voice grew closer as
Shanna emerged from the hallway, belting her tunic, and glared at Vrin.

Vrin smiled, and said cajolingly, "Come on, Shanna, every girl has to try
it at least once in her life. Besides, I swear, you are really going to
like this guy. You already know who he is, by reputation anyway, so at
least you have an advantage over most blind daters."

"So then tell me," Shanna whined.

"Ah, ah, ah," Vrin replied, waggling her finger at Shanna. "Then it
wouldn't be a blind date. Sorry, but you're not getting it out of me."

Shanna glowered at her, and she smiled again. "Tell you what," Vrin said
with a glint in her eye. "I'll make you a little wager. You and I are
supposed to spar this morning at lightsaber practice. Two out of three
wins. If I beat you, you go on the date. No more complaining, and I get
to pick out what you wear. You do it my way. If you win, you don't have
to go. I won't say another word about it, and I'll even make up the
excuse I'm going to give him. Deal?" she said, holding out her right
hand, palm up.

Shanna eyed the hand warily. "If I don't agree to this, you'll never
leave me alone about it, will you?" she asked.

"Nope," Vrin replied with a grin.

With a sigh of resignation, Shanna placed her right hand over Vrin's.
"Deal. Now let's go, so I can beat the pants off you." She grinned back
at Vrin. "I certainly have incentive to do it."

"Sorry, Shan, that's just not going to be enough." Vrin said, shaking her
head in mock sadness. "I have incentive too; you're not going to beat
me."

"Watch me!" Shanna shot back. Clipping on her lightsaber, she headed out
the door to the practice rings.

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The two padawans faced off in the ready position, their Masters
watching, and at a signal from one of the Masters, they began. Lunging,
feinting, and dodging, they seemed to dance around the dirt ring. Shanna
slowly gained the advantage. /I may get out of this yet/ she thought.
Suddenly, as Vrin sliced at her, she spotted an opening. She thrust
forward, turning her blade off so as not to put a hole through her best
friend's chest. "Your dead!" she cried out happily. Vrin stopped
abruptly and looked over at the Masters. Her Master nodded, and Shanna's
was smiling. She straightened up and turned off her lightsaber, and
saluted Shanna with it.

"Good match, Shan. You ready to go again?" she challenged.

"Whenever you are," Shanna retorted.

"Let's go then."

They faced off again, and this time Vrin won. During the third match,
Shanna saw an opening, and smiling at her friend's mistake, she went for
it. It turned out to be her mistake, because as she moved forward, Vrin
quickly sidestepped and swept her foot out, tripping Shanna from behind.
Shanna fell hard onto her back, and her lightsaber flew out of her hand
and across the ring. Vrin stood over her with her own blade pointed at
Shanna's throat, standing off to one side so that Shanna couldn't return
the favor of tripping her. Vrin also held Shanna's lightsaber in place
with the Force, so that she couldn't call it back to her. Shanna's
Master walked into the ring, clapping softly.

"Congratulations, Vrin, on your victory. That was a good match, both of
you. You fought very well," he said. Vrin turned off her blade and let
Shanna get up.

"You have both learned much," Vrin's Master added as she walked up behind
him. "Good job. You may go now. Go to lunch, and then take the rest of
the day for yourselves. We have a meeting with some of the other Masters
this evening, so we will see you both in the morning." She looked to the
other Master for confirmation; he nodded slightly. "Until tomorrow,
then."

Both students bowed to their Masters, and the Masters departed. Shanna
went to retrieve her lightsaber.

Vrin grinned hugely and said, "Hey, Shan, you fought good. But I told
you you wouldn't beat me." Shanna just glared at her. "Come on, don't
be a bad sport. Let's go shower and have lunch, and then we'll go
shopping."

"Why are we going shopping?" Shanna asked, perplexed.

"To find you a dress for tonight, of course."

"WHAT!" Shanna cried. "You never said anything about buying something
new! The agreement was that you got to pick something out!"

The only response was Vrin's laughter as she trotted out of the practice
area.

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Part 2: The Arrival

"Come out so I can see," Vrin called to the closed door in front of her.
She bounced impatiently on Shanna's bed a few times.

"Hold on, I'll be out in a second." Shanna's voice floated out from the
other side of that door.

"Hurry up; you're going to be late!" Vrin growled.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming," she replied, exasperated. The door to
the bathroom opened, and she stepped out. "I feel utterly ridiculous."

"Well, you look beautiful."

Shanna - who was much more comfortable in a tunic and trousers - was
wearing a diaphanous floor-length gown that was a deep blue-purple when
one looked at it straight on, but if seen from a higher angle, it
shimmered a teal green. Since Shanna was shorter than most people, it
was perfect. The low-cut, backless dress had narrow straps, and the thin
material hugged her lithe figure, accentuating her curves. She had on
silver high-heeled sandals, and a delicate silver chain around her neck.
The entire effect was stunning.

She ran a hand through her short curly black hair, looking decidedly
nervous. "Do I really have to wear this getup?" she queried.

"That was the deal; I get to pick what you wear," Vrin said. "If I had
left it up to you, you'd have worn pants."

"What's wrong with that?" Shanna protested.

"It's totally inappropriate for where you're going."

"And where would that be?"

"You'll find out when you get there," Vrin said flippantly.

"And just how," Shanna rejoined, "am I supposed to get there, if I don't
know where I'm going?"

"You won't be taking yourself; a taxi is going to pick you up here in
about 15 minutes. I'm not giving you any chance to escape," Vrin told
her.

As she had many times that day, Shanna just glared at her. Then she
sighed. "Alright, so how do I find this guy when I get there?"

"Don't worry about it; he'll find you."

"He knows who I am? How come he gets to know who I am and I don't get to
know who he is?"

"Because he asked me to set him up with a date with you."

"So why didn't he just ask me?"

"Because you guys have never met, and he's a little shy. He was afraid
you would say no."

"Okay, so what's wrong with him? Is he that ugly?"

"Oh, no, definitely not. He is gorgeous, and incredibly sexy."

Shanna looked at Vrin suspiciously. "If he's such a catch, why didn't
you go after him?"

"Because he wants you," Vrin stated simply. "Now, enough talk. The taxi
will be here in five minutes. Are you ready to go?"

"I guess I'm as ready as I'm gonna get," Shanna said with obvious
reluctance. She headed towards the door to the hall. "Let's get this
over with. The sooner I get through this date, the sooner I can get out
of this dress."

Then the taxi arrived, and it was time to go. Twilight had fallen, but
the multitude of lights on Coruscant kept it bright. Vrin saw her off,
waving. "TRY to have a good time!" she said as Shanna got into the cab.

"The only thing I'm promising is to try not to kill you when I get back!"
Shanna retorted.

"I'll see you later," Vrin called, shaking her head in amusement as the
taxi sped on its way.

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The taxi pulled out of the airway, maneuvering through Coruscant traffic,
and stopped in front of a very expensive-looking restaurant. "This is
it?" she asked the driver.

"That it is, Miss."

"But...there must be some mistake. This is too..." her voice trailed
off.

"No mistake, Miss."

"Okay," she replied, still unsure. She opened her purse. "How much do I
owe you?"

"Not a thing, Miss. It's already been taken care of. Would you like a
hand out?" he inquired politely.

"No," she answered, still a little stunned, "that won't be necessary,
thank you."

She stepped out of the taxi, which sped away, and headed towards the
entrance. She was stopped by the doorman, who asked her name.

"Shanna Lynn," she responded absently. "I'm supposed to meet someone
here." He checked the datapad he held, and then waved her in. In a
daze, she walked in.

The place was beautiful, but she hardly noticed. Shanna stood in the
lobby, trying to get her bearings and nervously twiddling with her braid.
She was trembling, and she was so busy trying to calm down that she
never noticed when somebody walked up behind her.

"You look a bit lost," a soft, male voice said quietly next to her ear.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" She jumped about a meter - or so
it seemed - in response, and had to suppress a yelp. Willing her racing
heart to slow down, she turned around to face the would-be samaritan, -
and her eyes widened in astonishment.

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Part 3: The Date

She was facing a broad chest, which was covered by a dressier version of
the Jedi robes, but in a silver-gray instead of the usual dun color. She
looked up, up, into the smiling eyes of Qui-Gon Jinn. Her knees felt
shaky. His padawan braid draped down across his shoulder. She noticed
that it was bound with silver cord. His long hair, normally tied back,
was hanging loose and framing his handsome face. She had to restrain
herself from reaching up to touch it. She had never been this close to
him; had never actually met him. But everyone at the Temple knew who
Qui-Gon Jinn was. Some of his antics were almost legendary among the
other padawans. And he was absolutely gorgeous. But he had always
seemed shy around the young women at the Temple; all the girls tried to
get him to notice them, but he ignored or rebuffed their advances. There
had even been rumors going around that he didn't like girls, but Shanna
didn't believe that. She wasn't sure why.

And now he had noticed her! /And I can't do anything about it because I'm
here on some stupid blind date!/ she railed silently - making sure her
mental shields were tight, of course.

"Have I suddenly grown a third eye?" Qui-Gon asked, with a hint of
amusement in his voice. Abruptly, she realized that she had been
staring. She felt her ears turning red, and she wished that her hair was
longer, to hide them.
"But I think your hair looks very nice the way it is," he said.

Shanna blushed furiously then, realizing that in her embarrassment that
she must have been projecting. She clamped her shields shut again
quickly.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean...you startled me...I mean...oh nevermind."
She sighed in frustration. "I've just made a complete fool of myself,
haven't I?"

"Not at all," he said graciously. "My name is Qui-Gon. I apologize for
startling you. You seemed a little confused and nervous. Are you
alright?" he asked, his concern coming through in his voice.

"I'm okay, thank you. I'm supposed to be meeting someone here, but..."
she glanced around the room.

"But what?"

"Well, he doesn't seem to be here. I don't know for sure, though,
because I don't know what he looks like." Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow.
"I'm on a blind date," she explained. He looked satisfied with that.

"What would you say if I told you that your date is, in fact, here?" he
asked, with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"How would you...." she trailed off when she saw his smile.

"I believe, Shanna," - he took her hand and raised it to his lips,
brushing them lightly across the back, his touch sending shivers of
electricity coursing through her - "that our table is ready." He
released her hand and offered her his arm, and her hesitation only lasted
a split-second before she accepted. Her mind was reeling; being this
close to him was intoxicating. He led her to a table in a quiet corner
of the restaurant and pulled a chair out for her. She still retained
enough presence of mind to thank him, and she sat down. She didn't know
whether she was going to kill or hug Vrin when she got back to the
Temple.

He chuckled as he sat down opposite her at the small table. "Don't blame
your friend, Shanna; I talked her into helping me."

"Are you reading my thoughts?" she asked him, slightly shocked.

"No, don't worry, I wouldn't do that without permission. I know
protocol."

"Then how...?"

"Your face revealed what you were thinking. I didn't need to intrude on
your mind."

"Oh."
The droid waiter arrived then with their menus and two glasses of water.
They placed their orders and talked while they waited for the food to
arrive. Shanna began to relax.

Qui-Gon watched Shanna from across the little table, not wanting to take
his eyes from her. /She is beautiful,/ he thought to himself. He sensed
that she was relaxing and starting to enjoy herself. That made him
happy. He hardly dared to believe she was here, with him. She was so
tiny, he just wanted to take her in his arms and protect her from harm.
/Among other things./ He smiled. Yes, he wanted her, but there was more
than just lust behind his desire. He truly admired her, and he wanted to
know her better.

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Their dinner came and they ate for a while in silence, savoring the meal
and each other's company. Their meal finished, the table was cleared,
and the waiter asked if they wanted dessert. They chose something
together, deciding to share it. As the waiter left, Qui-Gon noticed that
Shanna was watching the dance floor. He didn't need to think twice about
it. He got up and came around to her side of the table, and extended his
hand.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked her softly.

"I would love to," she replied, taking his hand. He helped her from her
chair and led her to the dance floor.

Once there however, she seemed unsure of herself. She hesitated when he
started to put his arms around her. It was slight, but enough for him to
notice.

Qui-Gon smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, I won't bite," he told her.
She let him wrap his arms around her, and put her own around his neck.
He was almost too tall for her to do that.

Shanna's could scarcely keep on her feet. His proximity was making her
lightheaded. His scent - sweet and spicy at the same time - was
intoxicating. Everywhere they touched, it felt as if her skin were on
fire. She felt a slow dampness between her legs. She realized that she
wanted this man, more than anything she had ever wanted before. She
wondered if he could tell, and if he was feeling the same way.

He was. Qui-Gon was having a difficult time keeping from running his
hands over her body. She made him want to just sweep her off the dance
floor and out of the restaurant, to his. Qui-Gon gave himself a mental
shake. /I have to get away from this train of the thought./ If he
didn't, well. But he couldn't help himself. She was so beautiful, so
enticing. He tried futilely to suppress those feelings, but it was too
late. They were dancing so closely that she was bound to notice his
growing erection. But he couldn't make himself pull away from her. He
wondered if he was having an effect on her at all. He needed to know
before he completely embarrassed himself. Qui-Gon made a quick decision
to breach protocol, and did a quick scan of her surface thoughts.

The answer he received nearly sent him reeling. She was feeling as
strongly as he was! He nearly sang with joy.

Shanna was lost in a fog, until she felt something hard start to press
into her stomach between her in Qui-Gon. At first she resented the
intrusion, until she realized what it was. A blush began at her ears and
crept down her face to her neck. Then Qui-Gon was leaning down to
whisper in her ear.

"Shanna, I." He paused.

"I know; me too."

"Do you want to -"

"-leave? Yeah."

"Let's go." They wasted no time; he asked the waiter to call a taxi, and
paid the bill while they waited. The twilight had faded into deep night
since her arrival, but it was still early. The cab pulled in, and they
boarded quickly. Qui-Gon gave the driver directions back to the Temple
grounds.

The ride back gave their ardor a chance to cool, but not much. The ride
was short, although not short enough in the opinions of the passengers.
They reached the Temple, Qui-Gon paid the driver, and then he led Shanna
to his quarters. He did a quick check for his Master's presence, and,
not finding it, led her inside. As he passed the com, he saw the message
light. It was his Master, saying that something had come up during their
meeting, and that he would not be returning until the day after the next.
He told Qui-Gon not to worry, that it was something some of the Masters
had to take care of, and that all he expected from him the next day was
to find someone to spar with for lightsaber practice. Otherwise, his day
was free. Qui-Gon silently thanked his Master, and quickly scanned the
list of Masters that would be going. Shanna's mentor was on the list.
With a mental shout of joy that she could sense, he swept Shanna into his
arms. /What is it?/ she projected the question to him. /Both our
Masters are gone until the day after tomorrow./ came the reply. /We
won't be interrupted./

He could sense her happy response to that, and her arousal, which matched
his. He picked her up, thinking, /she is such a tiny woman,/ -- and at
five feet and only 93 pounds, she was -- and he kissed her passionately.
She responded in kind. His tongue sought entry, and she parted her lips,
allowing him to explore her mouth, and she began tentatively exploring
his. After a few moments, pulled apart to take a breath, and then he
kissed her again, all the while carrying her to his bedroom.

*********************************

Part 4: The Joining

Qui-Gon opened the door using the Force, and then closed it again behind
them. He laid her gently on the bed and looked at her, his blue eyes
dark with desire.

/Are you sure?/ he asked her, sitting down next to her. He would respect
her decision, but if she had changed her mind.he fervently hoped that she
hadn't. /Is this what you really want?/

Shanna hesitated for a fleeting second, and then replied, /Yes, I want
this. Only./

/What is it?/ he asked, worry coloring his thoughts.

/I don't.I'm.I mean I've never./ she couldn't finish the thought, but
when he caught the trickle of fear she was desperately trying to conceal
from him, he understood. She was a virgin.

"Don't worry," he said in a soothing voice, projecting reassurance to her
as he took her shoes off and gently rubbed her feet. "We can take things
slowly; we have plenty of time, after all." He leaned over and brushed
her earlobe gently with his lips, sending shivers through her. "You will
be treated," he murmured in her ear, "like the precious treasure you
are."

An indescribable emotion welled up inside her, and at the same time, she
relaxed, reassured that he would not hurt her.

/Never,/ came the firm reply to that thought. /I would never hurt you./

Qui-Gon kissed her earlobe again, and then worked his way down her
jawline, planting feather-light kisses that made her shiver again in
delight. She felt a growing dampness in her lower regions. He made it
to her chin, and then planted his lips firmly but gently on her mouth.
His tongue teased her lips, and she gladly parted them, drawing his
tongue in with her own. Then she set about investigating his mouth.
After what seemed an eternity, he broke away, giving her a chance to
breathe. Not much of a chance, though. She gasped as his mouth locked
onto her neck, sucking and nibbling gently at her pulse-point. He cupped
a breast through the thin fabric of her dress, and Shanna moaned softly.
He worked his way from her neck down to her cleavage by this time,
kissing and sucking and biting and running his tongue across her skin.
Each touch burned, heightening her arousal.

He pulled away, then, and she whimpered, out loud and mentally.

/Your dress is hampering further progress, love,/ he sent to her. He
lifted her off the bed and set her down on her feet. He turned her so
that she was facing away from him, and slowly unzipped her dress. He
slid the straps off her shoulders and watched the garment pool around her
feet. He heard her swift intake of breath as he slowly ran his hands
down her bare sides, his fingertips lightly brushing her breasts. His
hands reached her hips. /Methinks these too must go,/ he sent as he
swiftly pushed her panties down over her hips, and they joined the dress
on the floor. He picked her up and laid her on the bed again, taking a
moment to admire her naked form. /You are so beautiful./ he informed
her.

She flushed at the compliment, and he sat down and kissed her
passionately, and his hand strayed to her breast, teasing the nipple.
She moaned loudly. /Oh, gods!/ she thought. She hadn't known she could
be so turned on, and he had just begun!

As if to emphasize this point, Qui-Gon's mouth moved from hers to her
other breast. She cried out as he began suckling her nipple, sending
fire racing through every inch of her body. She felt a strong spurt of
wetness between her legs. She grabbed his head, running her fingers
through his silky hair and over his shoulders and his chest. Squirming
around so she could reach, she grabbed his sash. /Your turn,/ she told
him. She fumbled with the sash, finally getting it undone, pulled open
his tunic, and worked it off his shoulders. She admired his chest,
well-toned as only years of lightsaber practice could make it. Gods, he
was sexy! He released her breasts long enough to shrug out of his tunic,
and then pushed her back down on the bed. Switching his mouth to her
other nipple, he stretched out next to her and caressed her thighs with
his free hand. He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, encouraging
her to part her legs, which she did. Still suckling her breast, he slid
his hand down to her crotch, feeling the heavy moisture there, and
slipped a finger inside her, noting her tightness. She cried out loudly
and arched her back. He started to slowly slide his finger in and out of
her slick opening, his arousal strengthening every time she moaned.
/Gods, I want this woman!/ He wanted to take her then and there, but he
controlled himself, for her sake. /She is so small,/ he thought
privately, worried about hurting her. He just had to get her to relax
enough.

As he stroked her with his finger, he reached up with his thumb and began
massaging her clit. She screamed at his touch, and as he continued, it
nearly pushed her over the brink. He sensed this and stopped. He
released her breast and moved down to kneel between her legs. Her breath
was coming in short gasps, her chest rising and falling in fast rhythm.
He leaned down and slowly ran his tongue across her opening, tasting her.
He flicked his tongue across her clit and she cried out, raising her
hips and writhing against him. He nibbled and sucked at her engorged
nub, and as she screamed again, he slid his finger back into her warm
folds. He slowly worked a second finger in her, and sucked harder at her
clit.

She screamed over and over, tossing her head from side to side. She
screamed in their minds as well, calling his name. /Ah, Qui-Gon, don't
stop, oh please Qui, oh GODS Qui, please don't stop, Qui./

Qui-Gon had no intention of stopping.

The sensations Shanna was experiencing were overpowering; as he
continued, they grew, and grew, and with one tiny nibble he sent her over
the edge, her body shuddering as the orgasm tore through her. As it
wound down, she felt like she had just won a marathon: glowing with
happiness, but also exhausted, even though she hadn't really done
anything.

She was to get no respite, though, as she realized that he hadn't stopped
sliding his fingers in and out of her yet. She could feel her arousal
building again, and she knew that she wanted this man, wanted him inside
her, making love to her.

/Qui, I want you,/ she told him, projecting her emotions at him, to show
him just how much she wanted him. /Please?/

As he continued the motion of his fingers, he decided that yes, she had
loosened up enough that he wouldn't hurt her. But he would have to be
very, very gentle. He rubbed her clit with his thumb again and she
gasped. He withdrew his fingers then, stood up, and began working off
his belt.

"Let me help," she murmured. She reached for his belt and undid it. She
could see his erection through his trousers, and she ran her hand across
it, eliciting a quiet moan from Qui-Gon, before undoing his pants. She
slid them down his hips, and sat back and stared at his hard, swollen
cock, jutting proudly from a nest of brown curls. She took in its size
and length. He sensed her fear returning, and he swiftly sat down and
gathered her into his arms.

/Shan, love, are you sure.?/ She paused just a moment, and then nodded.
/Absolutely?/ he asked.

/Yes, Qui. I want you./ was the response he got. He knew that she meant
it.

/Then you're going to have to relax, beautiful./ His large hands began
kneading her shoulders, and he used the Force to help relax her muscles,
certain ones in particular. He pushed her back down and kissed her
everywhere. She felt the sensations building again as he played her body
like a musical instrument.

Shanna reached down and touched his member, caressing him, and marveling
in the velvety texture. He moaned against her firm abdomen as her
fingertips teased the tip. He was very large, but she trusted him. If he
said he wouldn't hurt her, he wouldn't.

He rubbed her clit then, and she arched up, moaning. He kept working
that spot, stroking and squeezing the nipple of one breast, and sucking
on the other. She began to cry out, writhing under his hand. He could
sense that she was ready.

He moved over her and kissed her urgently, his tongue groping for hers.
Still kissing her, he gently pushed the tip of his erection into her
opening. Exerting every ounce of control he possessed, he moved it in a
circular motion, slowly working it further in. She gasped and moaned
against his mouth. Encountering some resistance, he stroked her clit a
couple times, and the resistance vanished. He gently slid the rest of
the way into her, and she screamed his name. He pulled back out almost
all the way, and then back in, slowly, until he was sure that he wasn't
hurting her. Their minds joined, and out of all the emotions and desire
and lust she was projecting to him, pain wasn't one of them. It
surprised him to sense a growing love for him, and he recognized the
feeling within himself, as well, directed at her. He didn't have the
presence of mind to contemplate it just then, though.

Confident now that he wouldn't hurt her, he increased his pace, and with
every thrust, she rose to meet him. Her snug fit felt incredibly good to
him. They were both moaning and screaming each other's names, getting
closer to climax every second. Then he reached down to her clit once
more, and she was there, waves of sensation crashing over her. He came a
second later, crying out as he spilled into her. A couple more thrusts,
and then he collapsed on top of her, sighing. She languidly ran her
hands through his hair. He looked up at her, and seeing her smile,
smiled back at her. He disengaged himself, and she pouted, but her smile
soon returned as he lay down next to her.

"Thank you," she said softly, tracing a line down his smooth jaw with her
finger. "Thank you for the most wonderful experience of my life."

"No," he said, kissing her gently, "thank you." He paused. "Would it be
presumptuous of me to tell you that I think I'm falling in love with
you?" he asked.

"Not at all; in fact, I was kind of wondering the same thing."

"We hardly know each other, you know."

"I know. But that's easily remedied."

"Are you sure? Are you willing to do that?"

"If you are, yes."

From that answer, he knew that he loved her already. To be willing to
bare your soul to another person.

"Shall we, then?" he asked.

Her answer was to kiss him tenderly, and then she opened up her mind to
him and let down all her barriers. /All/ of them. He responded in kind,
their minds joined, and in that moment, they knew each other as well as
they knew themselves. They saw each other's deepest darkest secrets.

.And it didn't change a thing. If anything, they felt more strongly for
each other than before.

/Shanna?/

/Hmm?/

/I love you./

/I love you too, Qui-Gon Jinn./

He gave her a mischievous smile. /See, maybe blind dates aren't so bad./

Shanna heartily agreed.