A/N: Okay, this kind of starts en media res, so bare with me. AU because in this, Jango and Zam are (eek! 8D) married! Dedicated to my friend, Sev Fett of the Cuy'val Dar. Enjoy!
With a low, satisfied sigh that made Zam's stomach perform strange feats of acrobatics, Jango began to nuzzle his way down the length of her slim, bare torso.
"J-Jango?" She swallowed, her eyelids sliding shut, her hands twining above her head in an ecstatic dance that mimicked the movements of the Manda'lor's fingers across the creamy expanse of her naked skin. "Jango, wh-what are y-you…"
His eyelashes tickled the most sensitive area of her waist as he smiled, his lips warm against her flesh. "Quiet, cyar'ika," he murmured, the words muffled and raw, "Please. Let me love you."
She shivered. Those words, spoken in his voice, with that tone, in this room…
If there was a Heaven, this would have to be it.
"Let me love you," he repeated gently, tenderly kissing the thin flesh above her ribs. With a sharp inhale, Zam grasped his rippling shoulders, digging her fingers into the muscle. How a man could excite her this way was a complete and utter mystery, yet she felt that she never wanted to solve it for fear of breaking the spell.
Warmth radiating through her every limb, Zam glanced down through heavy-lidded eyes at her partner. Jango's deep, dark eyes gazed back, smoldering embers with just a touch of chocolate to counteract the steel.
He grinned at her mischievously, and said something in Mando'a that she couldn't quite catch.
"What? What did you say?"
He shook his head against her flesh, and merely smiled. "We're going to have to work on your Mando'a, cyar'ika, if you're to be the wife of the Manda'lor."
That was the second time she had heard him say that word. "What does that mean?"
"What does what mean, cyar'ika?"
"That! That word. What does it mean?"
"Cyar'ika? Oh, it means…erm…"
With a sheepish smile, Jango repositioned his head on the pillow. "You'll think me a sentimental fool when I tell you."
"Jango, the day you become a sentimental fool will be the day rancors fly," Zam grinned, snuggling into his warm, bare chest. "C'mon, out with it."
"Very well." He cleared his throat and pulled her farther into his chest. "Cyar'ika…means…loved one, dear heart, darling…well, you get the picture."
Sentimental fool indeed. If Zam's heart swelled anymore, she was sure it would burst from her chest. The extra happiness overflowed into a delirious grin. "Oh! Cyar…cyar'i…how do you say it?"
There was definite pride in his voice when he answered softly, "Cyar'ika."
Zam struggled to make the right noises, and it was especially difficult to concentrate when Jango, in a fit of passionate love, began to bless her ear with loving kisses.
"Cyar…cyar'ike…oh, blast, I can't say it."
"Don't worry, cyar'ika," he whispered soothingly, wrapping her in his arms and enveloping her as much as he possibly could in his love. "We have the rest of eternity to work on it."
And that sounded just fine to her.
A/N: Yay, happiness. ^^ By the way, a rancor is that thing that almost ate Luke in Jabba's palace. And, yes, cyar'ika really translates to darling/sweetheart. Jango is a sentimental fool! :D