Just Past The Heart - E/C - NC-17
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lukeandmaraTitle: Right Past the Heart
Author: Briannakin
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Written in Nanci’s and Ginchy’s Empress/Consort smutlet series.
Luke simply held her. He held her close and promised himself he would never let go of her.
The past 48 hours had been pure hell for him.
It all started at a simple public announcement on the steps of the palace. It happened so fast, neither of them had sensed it until it had been too late. A single shot, aimed for Mara’s heart, came out of the crowd. He didn’t remember much of the event, only the sudden flair of danger, the shot and Mara collapsing right next to him.
He remembered screaming, dropping to her side and using his limited healing powers to try to help her. He remembered the medics rushing in. He remembered running at the side of the hover-gurney. He remembered yelling and arguing with the medics who had to physically restrain him from entering the operation room.
He remembered the hours of waiting alone. He remembered the joy of the medic coming to tell him that the shot had just missed her heart, that it didn’t go deep enough to do major damage to anything else, that she would be fine with a few days of rest, and that she was awake – but heavily sedated – and asking for him. He remembered rushing to her side, holding her hand and stating his love for her.
They were still in the medical wing of the palace, guards were outside the doors and nurses came in often to check on the Empress. Luke never left.
Although it was against regulations, he was now in the bed with her. Not just on his side, over the blankets. Mara, although she had been weak, had demanded a double bed be brought into her room so she and Luke could sleep together. She had done it for him, knowing he wouldn’t rest unless he was holding her.
Still, he did not rest. He had one arm above her head, his hand playing with her hair, and one arm loosely around her waist, that hand held her hand. He simply watched her breathe in the dim glow of the monitor.
* * *
Luke woke, groggy and tired. He had hardly slept last night. He looked to his side to see Mara still asleep. Her lips were slightly parted and she mumbled something incoherent.
He smiled. As he woke up a bit more, he found himself in a very uncomfortable situation. He had a morning erection; no doubt his manly bits were reminding him that they existed after days of no attention. He sighed lightly, let go of Mara’s hand and reached under the blankets to adjust himself to a more comfortable position in his pants. He then returned his hand to hers.
A few minutes later, Mara woke with a grunt.
Luke ran the fingers through the hair at the top of her head. “Good morning, love,” he said before he gently kissed her. He pulled back and hovered over her face. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I got shot two days ago,” she said bluntly. “Like I haven’t had a sanisteam since then. How are you doing?”
“Like my wife got shot two days ago.”
“Well,” she said with a smile. “If it makes you feel any better, might I remind you at noon my surgeon will be in here to see if I can go back to our suit tonight.” She tried to roll over but winced in pain when she moved her left arm. She tried to hide it from Luke.
Luke noticed, but didn’t make a deal out of it, although seeing in her in pain made his heart ache. He simply grabbed her hip and rolled her onto her side so they were face-to-face. He kissed her nose.
“Cute.”
“Just like you,” he said.
“Someone’s feeling mushy,” she said with the roll of her eyes. She then shifted her leg and grazed his erection. “Oh,” she said with a smirk. “I’m wrong. You’re hard.” She reached her right hand down to feel him outside of pajama pants. “You’re really hard.”
“Mara,” he groaned as he swatted her hand away.
“What?” she said, pouting. “I just want to play with my favourite play-thing: my consort.”
“Well, here,” he said, handing her the stuffed wookiee he had bought her. “Play with him. You are not well enough to play with your consort.”
She took the wookiee from him and set it beside her. “Fine then. Let me watch you play with yourself.”
“What?” he asked in astonishment.
“You heard your Empress. Play with yourself,” she commanded. She then turned sly, “Or else I’m going to tell the surgeon I don’t feel well enough to go back to our suite.”
Luke eyed her, trying to see if she was bluffing. In the end, he realized she wasn’t. He pulled the sheet over both of their heads and pulled down his pants and boxers. His dick sprung free. He slowly started to touch himself, feeling extremely awkward doing so with his injured wife right next to him. He slowly ghosted his fingers of his prosthetic hand over the tip of his dick, getting a drop of pre-cum that he spread over his shaft.
As Luke dropped his hand to play with his balls, Mara kissed the palm of his real hand, making sure plenty of her saliva got on him. He glared at her but she merely gave him a sweet smile back. She loved torturing him like this.
He moved his right hand to his shaft and gripped it as he continued to massage his balls. He began to glide his hand up and down his dick.
Mara leaned in to kiss his cheek. “That is so hot,” she huskily whispered in his ear.
“Are you enjoying your show?” he asked.
“I am,” she purred, rubbing her nose against his. “But I can tell you’re not.”
He stopped his ministration on himself. He looked deeply into her green eyes. “Mara, I love you. I want you so bad; it hurts, but if I were to hurt you by accident in a moment of lust… I don’t know what I’d do with myself. I know you’re a strong woman and you don’t want me to coddle you, but please – you just got shot and I’m still recovering from the trauma.”
She nodded, closing her eyes. “You could never hurt me. But I’m sorry. I just wanted to make you forget for a few moments. I just wanted to forget.”
He kissed her. He couldn’t deny her anything. She was his greatest strength, and yet, his greatest weakness. “Okay,” he said simply. He reached up to rub his thumb against her cheek before his hand found the tie on the back of her med-centre gown. He peeled it off her, revealing the tissue regeneration pad over her heart. “Let’s forget it all.”
Their mouths sought each other in a calm but still passionate dance of their tongues. He stroked her back, then his hand traveled over her hip and in-between her legs. He flicked her clit and rubbed her pubic bone, making sure they had plenty of lubricant.
By now, her saliva had dried on his cock. That, combined with her soft whimpers of pleasure, made him go crazy. He slowly eased his manhood into her womanly folds and started to slowly pump in and out of her. They had never done it on their sides before and it proved to provide them with many new pleasurable sensations.
Mara moved her top leg and hooked it over his legs. He was plunging into her at a steady rate now.
They connected completely through their bond. They climaxed together and became one. It felt like an eternity. Their passion amplified the mingling of their souls.
He held her as they came down from their high. He would never let go.
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Date: 2012-04-07 07:02 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-04-08 02:37 am (UTC)That Mara is insatiable for Lukie Nookie! LOL! Maybe that is better medicine than bacta patches. He is giving her a love injection! Take hot Farmboy twice a day: once before bed and again in the morning! WARNING: Hot Farmboy can be habit forming!
Very nice!
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Date: 2012-04-08 07:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-04-08 07:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-08 07:38 pm (UTC)Thanks.
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Date: 2012-04-08 04:46 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-04-09 12:20 am (UTC)I'm glad E/C still have each other... and still know how to distract from the bad memories. *more sobbing*
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Date: 2012-04-09 12:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-09 03:26 am (UTC)But yeah. The guy got caught and trampled by fangirls.
Mmmm. Luke touching himself is something I love to make him do.
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Date: 2012-04-09 06:11 pm (UTC)