Fenix Rising, Chapter 5, NC-17 Version
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lukeandmaraMy first smutty offering; please enjoy!
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Garen took the flask from Erizaina’s fingers with a shaking hand. The bright green liquid swirled inside the tempered glass and fractured the light on the floor into pale green flecks. Garen stared hard first at the liquid, then the woman across from him. “This had better work,” he growled to hide his fear.
“It should,” Erizaina said with a negligent shrug, not intimidated in the least. “I was able to alter it so that the molecules are more stable. Theoretically, that should mean it’s safer for you.”
“Theoretically?”
“It’s not like I have anyone to test it on, is it?” she asked testily, tightly folded across her chest. “Even if I did have the appropriate subjects, would you want me to?”
“Madam, I will not tolerate impertinence!” Garen barked in his best Imperial Navy tones as he advanced on his companion.
Erizaina tossed her hair and stared down the tall blond man across from her. “Just drink it, Lieutenant,” she sneered.
With eyes that promised retribution for her insolence, Garen threw back his head and felt the vile substance trickle down his throat. He tamped down his gag reflex and clenched his fists as he waited for the agony he knew would follow. Only this time. . .it didn’t. A warm glow spread through his chest, into his hands, legs, and finally his head. He felt the power crackling through his veins and he reveled in it. He glanced at one of the beakers on the desk, commanded it with his mind to break, and watched with glee as it shattered into a million tiny grains of sand.
He glanced up at Erizaina, who was staring at him wide-eyed. “I won’t hurt you,” he said gruffly as she backed into a corner. “Remember?” he asked softly as he trailed the back of his hand down her face. “I need you,” he whispered in her ear and pulled her close. Erizaina trembled and closed her eyes: whether from desire or fear Garen couldn't tell. After a moment, he decided he didn't care one way or the other and crushed his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss.
The Trade Council meeting lasted most of the day. Mara and Leia sat next to one another a large rectangular table in one of the larger meeting rooms and the former princess had to nudge her friend at least twice to get her attention. “What is wrong with you?” she hissed the second time.
“It’s been a long couple of days,” Mara whispered back with a pointed look. Leia chose to ignore this until the meeting adjourned and they were headed out the door.
“I know it’s a rather unorthodox time, but would you like to come over to our apartment to have something to eat? I find I’m starving.” Leia stated.
Mara shook her head. “Thanks, but no. I should get home.”
“Oh, please?” Leia pleaded. “Han’s out all afternoon; it’ll just be you and me and the babies.”
“Well, I don’t really deal well with babies, so-”
Mara only made it mid-way through her sentence before Leia had turned to her aide and asked him, very politely, if he would tell the housekeeper to set two places for dinner. The young man hurried off to make a discreet com, while Leia turned to smile brightly at Mara. “Do you like roast nerf?
Somehow or another, Mara found herself having a plate of roast nerf and neeps with a glass of very fine Chandrillian wine at the Organa-Solo residence. She wasn’t entirely sure that she’d ever agreed to be here; Leia was a formidable opponent in the manipulation ring. Mara speared a neep with her fork and tried to listen to whatever it was Leia was saying, but her mind was elsewhere. Specifically, her mind was in a training room on the 450th floor of a building three blocks east.
“Mara? Mara!” Leia called from across the table.
“What? Sorry,” Mara said quickly, chagrined.
“What is wrong with you?” Leia asked, her tone conveying more confusion that annoyance.
“I-,” before Mara could answer, Leia cut her off.
“It’s my brother, isn’t it?”
Mara stood abruptly from the table and pushed her chair back. “I am not discussing this with you,” she said, her face hard.
Leia nodded, her eyes wide. “I understand.”
“He’s just so-and I’m-and he-,” Mara babbled as she paced and gesticulated wildly.
Leia fought back a smile. “Yes, I understand exactly.”
Mara stopped abruptly and sighed heavily. “Do you ever just want to be somebody else?” she asked as she turned to face the window.
“Not in recent years, but yes, I know that feeling,” Leia answered as she stood and crossed the room to her troubled friend. She stood next to Mara, both staring out the panoramic windows, watching the city come alive with lights.
“I’m just so restless,” Mara confessed, though she kept the the blue-eyed reason to herself.
“So go blow off some steam,” Leia said with a shrug. “Go out, have fun. You’re not exactly old or infirm.”
Mara pondered that for a moment. “The Emperor didn’t really want me fraternizing with people outside his inner circle when I lived here before, and mostly I didn’t care. But sometimes I had to get out; I’d put on a disguise and go out dancing.”
“Did it help?”
“Most of the time.”
Leia shrugged again. “Then go out dancing.” She raised an eyebrow. “If I wasn’t an old married woman, I’d go with you.”
“Solo,” Han barked as quietly as possible into his comlink. It was just barely past twenty-one hundred hours, but he and Leia had already bedded down for the night. Having twins was tiring.
“Hey, Han,” Luke’s disembodied voice called from the other end of the line.
“Luke? What’s wrong?” Han asked as he stood up from the bed and padded to the living room.
“Oh, nothing’s wrong,” Luke said, a little too flippantly in Han’s opinion. “Is it too late?”
Han scrubbed a hand through his hair then scratched his bare chest, vaguely irritated at his brother-in-law’s attempt to be coy. “Kid, you already know the answer to that question. I’m an old man. What can I do for you?”
“I wondered if you might come over and have a late meal?” Luke asked.
“Ah, something on your mind, Junior?” Han responded as he began caf preparations in the kitchen. He knew Luke’s routine when something was bothering him: not something of monumental importance, but something gnawing at him just the same. He could see Luke’s rueful smile in is mind’s eye and was rewarded with a small chuckle from the comlink.
“That transparent, am I?”
“Like glass,” Han responded with a smile of his own. He yawned a bit then continued. “Give me half an hour. I’ll meet you at your place.”
“Sounds good. And Han? Thanks.”
“No problem, kid. Just make sure you start shielding or whatever it is you do. Your sister’s going to wake up any minute and track you down if she thinks anything’s wrong.” Han said as he sipped his caf. He knew the Skywalkers well enough to read like a data-pad.
Luke chuckled again. “Already done, my friend. Already done.”
Han disconnected the call, then thumbed it on again. “Antilles?” he called when com crackled to life. “Suit up.”
When Luke answered his door, he was vaguely surprised to see Han and Wedge. He ushered them in with a round of hugs and backslapping.
Wedge looked into his friends face and instantaneously knew he was agitated. “Luke, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Luke said a little too brightly. “It’s good to see you. Come in and have a drink.”
They settled into Luke’s common room and Wedge raised an eyebrow as Luke poured a glass of whiskey for each of them. Luke knocked his back in one gulp and both Wedge’s eyebrows shot up to his forehead. “I must say, I’m a bit surprised.”
“Why? We’ve done our share of drinking together,” Luke protested as he poured another glass of the amber liquid.
Both Han and Wedge laughed and Han slapped a hand on Luke’s shoulder. “Kid, I haven’t seen you pick up a drink in years. Come to think of it, I haven’t seen you have fun in years.”
“I have fun!” Luke spluttered, indignant.
“Name one time, in the last five years, that you’ve had fun that doesn’t involve Jedi training or combat,” Wedge demanded.
“Are Jedi Knights even allowed to have fun?” Han asked.
“And when was the last time you got laid?” Wedge queried.
“That’s a good question and one I’m glad you asked,” Han said as he leaned forward, propping his elbows on his legs and allowing his hands to hang loose between his knees. “You know he’s got this. . .thing for Mara.”
Wedge nearly choked on his drink. “As in Jade? You do have a death wish, don’t you?”
Han grinned. “You know Wedge, sometimes I think he does.”
“I don’t,” Luke protested mildly, swallowing a sip of his drink. “Anyway it’s not a thing. It’s just a thing.”
“Oh well that makes it all nice and clear, junior,” Han retorted.
“Luke, I don’t want to rain on your parade, but I’m not sure any kind of thing with Mara Jade is a good idea,” Wedge said very seriously. “She’s. . .”
“Hey,” Han protested before Wedge could finish. “I like Mara.”
Wedge shook his head. “I never said I didn’t. I just think she’s dangerous.” He turned to Luke. “She did tell any number of people that she was going to kill you.”
Luke dismissed the concern with a wave of his hand. “I never thought she was actually going to go through with it.” He paused to consider his words. “Rather, I hoped she wouldn’t go through with it. And she didn’t. So it doesn’t matter anymore.”
Wedge didn’t look mollified. “Have you slept with her?” he blurted out.
“No,” Luke said slowly, not willing to meet either man’s eye.
“But you’ve done something else,” Han stated smugly, linking his hands behind his head and leaning back in his chair. Luke said nothing, but the look he shot to his brother-in-law would have felled a lesser man. As it was, Han simply grinned.
Wedge set his glass down on the low table and leaned forward, dropping his head into his hands. “Oh Luke.”
“It’s not that bad!” Luke protested. “At least she’s not opposed to me on religious grounds or an Imperial spy.”
“Anymore,” Wedge murmured darkly.
“You know what you need?” Han asked as he suddenly sat up.
Luke looked at him warily. “Judging by the look on your face I’m going to go ahead and say that I’m not doing whatever it is you’re about to suggest.”
Han nudged Wedge and shot him a look. “Oh I think you’re right,” Wedge said with a knowing smile.
“What you need, kid,” Han continued “Is a distraction: take your mind off Jade.” He smiled and spread his arms to indicate the three of them. “And we’re going to provide it.”
“But you can’t go dressed like that,” Wedge said as he gestured to Luke’s black fitted tunic and trousers.
“What’s wrong with this?” Luke asked. “It’s either this or a flight-suit. I think that’s all I own anymore.”
“You don’t have anything else?” Wedge asked.
Luke thought for a moment, then headed to the closet near the front entrance. “I think I still have that outfit I wore on Yavin after the first Death Star,” he said as he rifled around amongst the cloaks.
Han dropped his head back on the sofa with a resigned sigh and Wedge shook his head as he stood. “Luke, I hate to tell you this, but that wasn’t all that great of an outfit back then. It’s certainly not going to help you plead your case now.” He kicked Han and motioned to the door. “Let’s swing by my place first; I’m sure I’ve got something that’ll fit you.”
As he ushered his friends out of his apartment, Luke muttered to himself. “And everyone wonders why I always wear black.”
***
The lower levels of Coruscant were home to any number of unsavory characters and bars and Wedge and Han seemed to know quite a number of them.
“What about this place?” Luke asked as they stopped in front of a gaudy looking dance club he’d suddenly felt drawn to.
Wedge looked up and shrugged. “Good as any, I suppose.” He shot a grin at Han and Luke. “Ready to have some fun?”
“You might have to remind me how,” Luke yelled over the music as they entered the building.
“I can help with that,” Han bellowed as he waggled a finger in the air then pointed at Wedge. “You-find a table,” the point turned to Luke. “You-find a woman.” Luke laughed, Han pushed his way to the bar, and Wedge started scanning the room. He indicated for Luke to stay put, then maneuvered his way toward what looked like a hostess stand in the corner.
Left on his own, Luke scanned the room with the Force. Somewhere on the dance floor was the presence that felt very familiar, but the woman he was being drawn to didn’t look like anyone he’d ever met before and the number of beings she’d surrounded herself with made it difficult to sense her completely. He couldn’t make out her features in the gloom, but her body was lean and graceful, her breasts were generous, and she moved in ways he hadn’t known it was possible for a human female to move. Her hips and torso seemed to move independently of one another in time to the rhythm of the slowly pulsing bass and her hands dragged themselves up and down her sides, accentuating the undulating movement of her hips. She tossed her head and bit her bottom lip as she continued to gyrate and Luke was hit by a simultaneous wave of recognition and lust. He knew that gesture; knew that face. As soon as his mind had put two and two together, he was able to pick out her Force signature as clearly as if she’d been standing in the room alone. With a single-minded intent, he made his way across the dance floor, cloaking his presence in the Force. He came up behind Mara, no real thought about how to proceed, except that he knew he had to touch her.
Luke laid his hands on the slick, exposed skin of Mara’s waist and she whirled around, presumably to remove his hands from either her person or his body. Recognition suddenly flashed on her face and Luke was startled to note she wore lenses in her eyes that made them dangerously close to his own blue. His prosthetic hand tightened on her hip and his left came up to ghost over the tips of her blond wig.
“I like it,” he said softly in her ear, using the Force to amplify his words, then caught the lobe between his teeth and bit down gently.
Mara shivered and sucked in a breath. “Better than the red?” she murmured into his ear, then dropped her lips to his neck to suck on a tiny piece of skin just above his collar.
“Gods, Mara,” Luke breathed shakily. She pulled back and smiled a smile he’d never seen before. It was sensuous and full of promise as her hands slid over his chest and rested on his shoulders. “Dance with me,” she mouthed, and Luke didn’t think he could have resisted if the entire Imperial army suddenly descended on Coruscant.
He hadn’t danced like this in years, but it wasn’t as if there were steps to remember. It was simple: press your body as close as possible to your partner, undulate hips together in some kind of rhythm, turn both you and your partner on to impossible extremes. The first one was simple-they’d pressed together almost immediately, whether due to the crowd or simple need, he wasn’t sure. The second two followed logically.
Mara ran her hands up Luke’s chest and then back down to his waist. He felt so good under her fingertips; strong and warm and smooth. She was pleased to see him out of his ‘uniform’, though she rather wickedly thought she’d rather just see him out of everything altogether. She smiled to herself as she turned her back to him, grasped his hands in hers and slid both sets down her body. She was forming a mental picture of what she’d do to him if she got him out of his clothes, when she heard him growl low in his throat.
He didn’t know what was wrong with Mara’s shields this evening: either she was very drunk or didn’t care, but they were definitely down and the images assaulting him nearly brought him to his knees. Long red hair spread over his thighs and belly as her mouth worked him, her breasts high and firm as she rode him. They were just flashes, but it was more than enough. “Don’t even think them if you can’t back them up, Jade,” he ground out.
Mara whirled to face him, embarrassed he’d seen her thoughts, though strangely aroused at the same time. “What?” she demanded, trying to sound affronted. “Stay out of my head.”
Luke leaned forward, his lips not quite touching hers. “Wasn’t in your head.” He placed a trail of kisses across her cheek and down to her neck as his hands gripped her tight and pulled her flush against him. He heard her gasp and smiled to himself. “You were projecting,” he murmured weakly as she arched against him, dragging her chest against his in a tortuously slow undulation. Luke couldn’t resist any longer and buried his hands in her hair to held her head still as his lips sought hers in a searing kiss.
She certainly wasn’t ignorant of Skywalker’s kisses; he’d already proved he knew his way around a woman, but this was different: this was more. His tongue traced the seam of her lips and she parted them in response. His fingers slid up and down her bare back and she wrapped her arms around his neck in response as he deepened the kiss. She felt. . .she didn’t know what she felt. It was a heady mix of desire, affection, and intoxication. She returned the kiss eagerly, tongue darting out to caress his and hands threading through the soft blond hair at the nape of his neck.
Luke lost himself in Mara. The feel of her tongue, her lips, her hands, her skin: under the flashing lights and pulsing music, it was almost overwhelming. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “We’re leaving,” he said abruptly, fitting his hand into hers and tugging her after him.
Mara turned on her autopilot and dug in her heels. “Skywalker,” she warned as she jerked her hand back.
Luke was back on her in less than a second. He gripped her arms hard and pressed a bruising kiss to her mouth. “We can do this here, or we can go back to my apartment. But it’s happening, and it’s happening now.” Mara simply gaped. She imagined she’d seen all aspects of Luke’s personality; boyish farmer, idealistic Jedi, beleaguered companion. But she hadn’t met this man. His eyes were impossibly dark as he reached up confidently to caress the underside of her breast with the back of his hand. She moaned involuntarily and grasped his neck to pull his head down to hers.
“My place is closer,” she whispered.
As they stepped off the dance floor, Luke caught Han’s eye across the room and had gestured that he was leaving. Any other time, he’d have found the astonished glance amusing, but the only thing he could think of was getting Mara some place private, and quickly. When they stumbled into the comparatively bright light of the sidewalk outside the bar, Luke really took in Mara’s appearance. The blond bob suited her features and her heavy makeup accentuated her eyes, making her almost unrecognizable. Her lips were swollen from his kisses and the sight of her barely clad figure made him weak. He wanted to drop to his to his knees then and there to press kisses to the taut skin of her stomach, but even through the haze of lust, knew he shouldn’t. He settled instead for trailing his fingers ever so lightly across her back as they headed to her flat. He could feel her shudder under his hand, but was unprepared as she turned and launched herself at him, pushing him into the shadows behind a parked speeder.
“Mara, what-?” he managed before her mouth descended on his. He didn’t protest any further as her teeth grazed his lower lip and her hand palmed him through his trousers. He circled his hips against her hand and made a low noise in the back of his throat as his hand, seemingly of its own volition, dipped inside the low neckline of her top to roll a sensitive nipple between his fingertips. Mara broke away from the kiss with a gasp.
“Here. Now,” she stated breathlessly as she began to work the fastenings on his belt.
For a split second, Luke considered it. He needed her, needed her badly, but behind a speeder against a ferrocrete wall wasn’t the way he wanted it to be their first time. He sighed and very reluctantly removed her hands. “Not like this,” he stated firmly.
“Skywalker, I don’t care,” Mara panted as she tried to tug her hands out of his grasp.
“I do.”
Mara made an exasperated noise and looked suspiciously close to tears. “But I don’t! What’s wrong with here?”
Luke leaned forward and pressed his forehead to hers. “Because I can’t do this here.” He opened their singular connection in Force and let images flow from his mind to hers. These weren’t the half-thought out flashes she’d accidentally let slip earlier; these were fully formed, erotic scenes that crashed over her in vivid detail. She was on a crisp white bed, red hair spread over the sheets, naked and writhing as Skywalker dipped his blond head between her thighs. She reveled in the vision and let herself be drawn deeper into his mind as he took her head between his hands and kissed her deeply.
In her mind, Skywalker kissed up the inside of her thigh, hands gripping her hips and thumbs stroking the sensitive skin just above her hip-bones. He ran his hands down to her knees to push her legs wider and nipped lightly at the line his thumbs had been tracing moments earlier. “Luke,” the Mara in his vision panted, “Please.” He slid his hands up the inside of her thighs as he smiled up at her.
“Patience,” the mental Skywalker chided, even as he dipped his head to touch his tongue to the slick flesh beneath her damp curls. Mara cried out in relief and Luke settled into a more comfortable position as his tongue lapped at her. He licked and sucked as she fisted her hands tightly into his hair and finally shattered, shaking against him.
Luke dropped out of his mentally induced fog when he realized the Mara in his arms was shaking and making the same breathless mewling noises as the one in his head. Somehow they’d reversed their positions; her back was against the wall and his hands were on either side of her, effectively trapping her. He looked down, eyes wide, and was met with a stunned, sated gaze.
“Did you just. . .?” he asked hoarsely.
She blinked and nodded and tried to steady herself with a single deep breath, which turned into a series of short gasps. “Did you know we could. . .?” she asked as she let her hands drop from around his neck to hang limply at her sides.
Luke shook his head violently. “No, I had no idea. I’ve never. . .I mean,” he swallowed hard. “Who would I have ever done that with?”
Mara blinked a few more times and shook her head a bit, as if clearing cobwebs from her mind. She looked back up at Luke; even though she was currently as satisfied as she’d been ever been by a lover, the look in his eyes made her hot all over again. Flushed with pleasure and his gaze she brought his hands down from the wall and took one of them in hers. “Come on, Farmboy,” she said seductively. “Let’s go take care of you.”
They made it the short distance back to Mara’s apartment without further incident, though Mara was vaguely thrilled and concerned that she might end up being kriffed in an alleyway after all with the way Skywalker was looking at her. Neither of them said anything else on the walk back, nor did they touch apart from their intertwined fingers. It was enough to keep them both hot and bothered, as Skywalker kept rubbing his thumb suggestively against the inside of her wrist.
As soon as they crossed the threshold Luke took her in his arms and was working the fastenings of her top as he nibbled on the sensitive skin at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. “Bedroom,” he stated simply then groaned as Mara untucked his shirt and ran her nails across his abdomen with one hand and pushed his jacket off his shoulders with the other. She tugged him toward a door on the left, kicking off her shoes and peeling off her skintight trousers as best she could between walking backward and Luke’s insistent caresses. By the time they’d reached the doorway, she had divested herself of the trousers and Luke had managed to remove both of their tops. She leaned against the door clad only in a very small pair of black underwear, the metal cool against her back as Luke reached out to cup her breasts.
He’d had other women; he’d had quite a number of them in some quite inventive ways during the rebellion, but as he gazed at Mara, he thought he’d never seen a woman that pleased him quite as much. He watched his own permanently tanned hands caress her pale breasts and was fascinated by the difference in color. The dusky pink nipples hardened under both his touch and his gaze and he leaned down to finally taste them.
Mara pressed herself against Luke and held his head to her breast. “Skywalker,” she breathed.
Luke pulled away from her breast with a sucking sound and crowded her against the door. “Luke,” he stated quietly, his tone not masking the fire in his eyes.
“What?” Mara asked, feeling slow.
“Luke. My name is Luke,” he repeated, faltering a little as Mara dragged a hand down his flat stomach to unclasp his belt buckle.
“I know,” Mara said against his chest as she leaned forward to kiss a line down the center of his breastbone. She dropped to her knees and pulled his trousers down as she did so, helping Luke remove his boots in the process. She didn’t rise back up, as Luke expected her to, but stayed on her knees and slowly removed the blond wig from her head. Her own red tresses fell down around her naked shoulders and Luke was suddenly harder than he’d ever been in his entire life.
“You told me my hair was pretty,” Mara explained as she ran her hands up the backs of his firm thighs, over his ass, and hooked her fingers in the waistband of his dark grey boxer briefs with a knowing smile.
“Stars Mara, it’s gorgeous, but, you don’t have to. . .” he trailed off on a groan as she tugged down the last pieces of his clothing and licked her lips.
“Sshh,” she admonished as she took his cock firmly in her hand, rubbing her thumb gently around the tip. “You got to have your fun, now let me have mine. . .Luke.” Just as she said his name for the first time he could really remember, she slipped her lips over him and ran her tongue along the sensitive ridge.
Luke grunted and threw his head back, both from the warmth of her mouth and her use of his name. He fisted his hands into her hair as she took him deeper. “Mara,” he gasped after a few moments. “Stop, stop.” He was wound so tight and it had been so long that as much as he was enjoying Mara’s mouth he wouldn’t last much longer, and he wanted to be inside her. He grasped her upper arms and pulled her lips up to meet his own as he propelled them backwards toward the bed.
They landed rather awkwardly, but no one was around to care. Luke reached down, never breaking the kiss, to divest Mara of the last scrap of her clothing so there was was nothing between them but skin. Mara closed her eyes in bliss and bit down on Luke’s shoulder as his fingers found her wetness and slipped inside.
“Gods, you’re so wet,” Luke murmured as he slipped another finger inside. Mara said nothing; she simply arched against him and hooked one long leg behind his knee in an attempt to bring him closer and nuzzled his neck.
“You know,” Luke said conversationally as moved his hand upward slightly to play with her clit. “I didn’t actually get to have my fun earlier. I didn’t get to taste you.”
Mara groaned and opened her eyes, still the bright blue of the false lenses. “Don’t care,” she panted and with one swift movement that took Luke by surprise, flipped them over so she straddled his stomach. “I need you, and I need you now. No more playing.”
It was Luke turn’s to groan as his hardness brushed against her ass, twitching so very close to its goal. He surged up and toppled them both over, taking her breast in his mouth and pinning her hands above her head in the same motion. He licked his way from her breast to the sensitive patch behind her ear. Mara wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close as she lifted her hips to his. He reached down to position himself and after a brief pause to collect himself, he slid forward.
They both moaned as he pushed in to the hilt. Luke let go of her hands and braced himself on his forearms. Once free, Mara’s hands drifted up and down his back as they found a steady rhythm and her legs clutched him tightly. He adjusted the angle of his hips slightly and Mara gasped and arched her back at the sudden streak of pleasure.
“Better?” Luke queried with a slight smile.
“Oh...yes...Luke...yes,” she hissed as she closed her eyes and met his hips with hers. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and stared into his for a long moment.
“Mara?” he asked, concerned. Her eyes drifted closed again and he felt a tugging sensation in the Force. He recognized it as Mara, and immediately opened up to her, craving the additional connection. Their senses swirled and mingled and it was like nothing either of them had ever experienced. “Kriff me!” Mara exclaimed in wonderment as she threw back her head, and Luke knew she wasn’t speaking literally.
“I can. . .feel you,” he murmured as he surged forward.
“Yes,” she gasped against his neck and she felt his pleasure at the movement. He groaned and sought her mouth, their movements suddenly frantic. It had been good to begin with but, with the added and unexpected benefit of the Force, it was almost painfully erotic. Mara struggled toward her own release as Luke snapped his hips against hers, his hand reaching blindly for hers.
They tangled their fingers together just as Mara felt a wave of sensation begin to crest in her belly. “Oh, don’t stop,” she panted as she tightened her fingers on his and flung herself into their combined pleasure. She arched upward and stifled a cry, her bliss blurring into his as he thrust one final time, calling out her name as he found his own release. He collapsed, boneless, against her sweat drenched breasts and thought he’d never been happier. Mara chuckled tiredly and wrapped him in her arms.
“You could die a happy man, could you?”
Luke didn’t bother to lift his head. “I’d rather not, “ he murmured. “But I could.” She chuckled again and he softly kissed her breast. They lay quiet for a long moments before Luke stirred and rolled them both to their sides. He pulled her back to his chest and idly fingered a strand of her hair. “Mara?” he asked quietly, not wanting to intrude into her thoughts.
“Mmmhm,” she murmured and stretched languidly.
“Did you know. . .I mean about. . .?” he trailed off and Mara could feel his embarrassment shimmering through the Force.
“About the-the,” she struggled to find the right word. “The bond?” she finally settled as she turned to face him. At his embarrassed nod, she shook her head. Luke let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and she looked into his face. “Why would you think I did?”
Luke shrugged awkwardly. “You’ve had a sense of the Force your whole life; what it can do, how you can use it. I’ve only known about it for a comparatively short time and, I haven’t. . .well, there haven’t been very many women.” He paused for moment and averted his eyes. “None in fact. I mean, none that were Force sensitive anyway. And ,well, I wondered if it was something that went along with two people uh, together, being strong in the Force.”
Mara considered him for a moment, his shyness touching. “No,” she finally answered on a small laugh. “Not that I’m aware of anyway. If this was something that happened just by being strong in the Force, I’m pretty sure I’d have spent all of my teens and most of my adult life seeking out other Force sensitives and just having sex.” She was rewarded by his own version of the signature Solo lopsided grin and a soft kiss.
“Can I stay?” he mumbled into her hair as he drifted off to sleep a few minutes later.
Mara didn’t answer; she didn’t let men stay over. But as she looked at her sleeping friend turned lover, something tender and soft unfurled in her chest and she brushed his dark gold hair off his forehead with a kiss. She knew she’d probably regret it, but she made no move to awaken him. Minutes later they were both asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.
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Garen took the flask from Erizaina’s fingers with a shaking hand. The bright green liquid swirled inside the tempered glass and fractured the light on the floor into pale green flecks. Garen stared hard first at the liquid, then the woman across from him. “This had better work,” he growled to hide his fear.
“It should,” Erizaina said with a negligent shrug, not intimidated in the least. “I was able to alter it so that the molecules are more stable. Theoretically, that should mean it’s safer for you.”
“Theoretically?”
“It’s not like I have anyone to test it on, is it?” she asked testily, tightly folded across her chest. “Even if I did have the appropriate subjects, would you want me to?”
“Madam, I will not tolerate impertinence!” Garen barked in his best Imperial Navy tones as he advanced on his companion.
Erizaina tossed her hair and stared down the tall blond man across from her. “Just drink it, Lieutenant,” she sneered.
With eyes that promised retribution for her insolence, Garen threw back his head and felt the vile substance trickle down his throat. He tamped down his gag reflex and clenched his fists as he waited for the agony he knew would follow. Only this time. . .it didn’t. A warm glow spread through his chest, into his hands, legs, and finally his head. He felt the power crackling through his veins and he reveled in it. He glanced at one of the beakers on the desk, commanded it with his mind to break, and watched with glee as it shattered into a million tiny grains of sand.
He glanced up at Erizaina, who was staring at him wide-eyed. “I won’t hurt you,” he said gruffly as she backed into a corner. “Remember?” he asked softly as he trailed the back of his hand down her face. “I need you,” he whispered in her ear and pulled her close. Erizaina trembled and closed her eyes: whether from desire or fear Garen couldn't tell. After a moment, he decided he didn't care one way or the other and crushed his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss.
The Trade Council meeting lasted most of the day. Mara and Leia sat next to one another a large rectangular table in one of the larger meeting rooms and the former princess had to nudge her friend at least twice to get her attention. “What is wrong with you?” she hissed the second time.
“It’s been a long couple of days,” Mara whispered back with a pointed look. Leia chose to ignore this until the meeting adjourned and they were headed out the door.
“I know it’s a rather unorthodox time, but would you like to come over to our apartment to have something to eat? I find I’m starving.” Leia stated.
Mara shook her head. “Thanks, but no. I should get home.”
“Oh, please?” Leia pleaded. “Han’s out all afternoon; it’ll just be you and me and the babies.”
“Well, I don’t really deal well with babies, so-”
Mara only made it mid-way through her sentence before Leia had turned to her aide and asked him, very politely, if he would tell the housekeeper to set two places for dinner. The young man hurried off to make a discreet com, while Leia turned to smile brightly at Mara. “Do you like roast nerf?
Somehow or another, Mara found herself having a plate of roast nerf and neeps with a glass of very fine Chandrillian wine at the Organa-Solo residence. She wasn’t entirely sure that she’d ever agreed to be here; Leia was a formidable opponent in the manipulation ring. Mara speared a neep with her fork and tried to listen to whatever it was Leia was saying, but her mind was elsewhere. Specifically, her mind was in a training room on the 450th floor of a building three blocks east.
“Mara? Mara!” Leia called from across the table.
“What? Sorry,” Mara said quickly, chagrined.
“What is wrong with you?” Leia asked, her tone conveying more confusion that annoyance.
“I-,” before Mara could answer, Leia cut her off.
“It’s my brother, isn’t it?”
Mara stood abruptly from the table and pushed her chair back. “I am not discussing this with you,” she said, her face hard.
Leia nodded, her eyes wide. “I understand.”
“He’s just so-and I’m-and he-,” Mara babbled as she paced and gesticulated wildly.
Leia fought back a smile. “Yes, I understand exactly.”
Mara stopped abruptly and sighed heavily. “Do you ever just want to be somebody else?” she asked as she turned to face the window.
“Not in recent years, but yes, I know that feeling,” Leia answered as she stood and crossed the room to her troubled friend. She stood next to Mara, both staring out the panoramic windows, watching the city come alive with lights.
“I’m just so restless,” Mara confessed, though she kept the the blue-eyed reason to herself.
“So go blow off some steam,” Leia said with a shrug. “Go out, have fun. You’re not exactly old or infirm.”
Mara pondered that for a moment. “The Emperor didn’t really want me fraternizing with people outside his inner circle when I lived here before, and mostly I didn’t care. But sometimes I had to get out; I’d put on a disguise and go out dancing.”
“Did it help?”
“Most of the time.”
Leia shrugged again. “Then go out dancing.” She raised an eyebrow. “If I wasn’t an old married woman, I’d go with you.”
“Solo,” Han barked as quietly as possible into his comlink. It was just barely past twenty-one hundred hours, but he and Leia had already bedded down for the night. Having twins was tiring.
“Hey, Han,” Luke’s disembodied voice called from the other end of the line.
“Luke? What’s wrong?” Han asked as he stood up from the bed and padded to the living room.
“Oh, nothing’s wrong,” Luke said, a little too flippantly in Han’s opinion. “Is it too late?”
Han scrubbed a hand through his hair then scratched his bare chest, vaguely irritated at his brother-in-law’s attempt to be coy. “Kid, you already know the answer to that question. I’m an old man. What can I do for you?”
“I wondered if you might come over and have a late meal?” Luke asked.
“Ah, something on your mind, Junior?” Han responded as he began caf preparations in the kitchen. He knew Luke’s routine when something was bothering him: not something of monumental importance, but something gnawing at him just the same. He could see Luke’s rueful smile in is mind’s eye and was rewarded with a small chuckle from the comlink.
“That transparent, am I?”
“Like glass,” Han responded with a smile of his own. He yawned a bit then continued. “Give me half an hour. I’ll meet you at your place.”
“Sounds good. And Han? Thanks.”
“No problem, kid. Just make sure you start shielding or whatever it is you do. Your sister’s going to wake up any minute and track you down if she thinks anything’s wrong.” Han said as he sipped his caf. He knew the Skywalkers well enough to read like a data-pad.
Luke chuckled again. “Already done, my friend. Already done.”
Han disconnected the call, then thumbed it on again. “Antilles?” he called when com crackled to life. “Suit up.”
When Luke answered his door, he was vaguely surprised to see Han and Wedge. He ushered them in with a round of hugs and backslapping.
Wedge looked into his friends face and instantaneously knew he was agitated. “Luke, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Luke said a little too brightly. “It’s good to see you. Come in and have a drink.”
They settled into Luke’s common room and Wedge raised an eyebrow as Luke poured a glass of whiskey for each of them. Luke knocked his back in one gulp and both Wedge’s eyebrows shot up to his forehead. “I must say, I’m a bit surprised.”
“Why? We’ve done our share of drinking together,” Luke protested as he poured another glass of the amber liquid.
Both Han and Wedge laughed and Han slapped a hand on Luke’s shoulder. “Kid, I haven’t seen you pick up a drink in years. Come to think of it, I haven’t seen you have fun in years.”
“I have fun!” Luke spluttered, indignant.
“Name one time, in the last five years, that you’ve had fun that doesn’t involve Jedi training or combat,” Wedge demanded.
“Are Jedi Knights even allowed to have fun?” Han asked.
“And when was the last time you got laid?” Wedge queried.
“That’s a good question and one I’m glad you asked,” Han said as he leaned forward, propping his elbows on his legs and allowing his hands to hang loose between his knees. “You know he’s got this. . .thing for Mara.”
Wedge nearly choked on his drink. “As in Jade? You do have a death wish, don’t you?”
Han grinned. “You know Wedge, sometimes I think he does.”
“I don’t,” Luke protested mildly, swallowing a sip of his drink. “Anyway it’s not a thing. It’s just a thing.”
“Oh well that makes it all nice and clear, junior,” Han retorted.
“Luke, I don’t want to rain on your parade, but I’m not sure any kind of thing with Mara Jade is a good idea,” Wedge said very seriously. “She’s. . .”
“Hey,” Han protested before Wedge could finish. “I like Mara.”
Wedge shook his head. “I never said I didn’t. I just think she’s dangerous.” He turned to Luke. “She did tell any number of people that she was going to kill you.”
Luke dismissed the concern with a wave of his hand. “I never thought she was actually going to go through with it.” He paused to consider his words. “Rather, I hoped she wouldn’t go through with it. And she didn’t. So it doesn’t matter anymore.”
Wedge didn’t look mollified. “Have you slept with her?” he blurted out.
“No,” Luke said slowly, not willing to meet either man’s eye.
“But you’ve done something else,” Han stated smugly, linking his hands behind his head and leaning back in his chair. Luke said nothing, but the look he shot to his brother-in-law would have felled a lesser man. As it was, Han simply grinned.
Wedge set his glass down on the low table and leaned forward, dropping his head into his hands. “Oh Luke.”
“It’s not that bad!” Luke protested. “At least she’s not opposed to me on religious grounds or an Imperial spy.”
“Anymore,” Wedge murmured darkly.
“You know what you need?” Han asked as he suddenly sat up.
Luke looked at him warily. “Judging by the look on your face I’m going to go ahead and say that I’m not doing whatever it is you’re about to suggest.”
Han nudged Wedge and shot him a look. “Oh I think you’re right,” Wedge said with a knowing smile.
“What you need, kid,” Han continued “Is a distraction: take your mind off Jade.” He smiled and spread his arms to indicate the three of them. “And we’re going to provide it.”
“But you can’t go dressed like that,” Wedge said as he gestured to Luke’s black fitted tunic and trousers.
“What’s wrong with this?” Luke asked. “It’s either this or a flight-suit. I think that’s all I own anymore.”
“You don’t have anything else?” Wedge asked.
Luke thought for a moment, then headed to the closet near the front entrance. “I think I still have that outfit I wore on Yavin after the first Death Star,” he said as he rifled around amongst the cloaks.
Han dropped his head back on the sofa with a resigned sigh and Wedge shook his head as he stood. “Luke, I hate to tell you this, but that wasn’t all that great of an outfit back then. It’s certainly not going to help you plead your case now.” He kicked Han and motioned to the door. “Let’s swing by my place first; I’m sure I’ve got something that’ll fit you.”
As he ushered his friends out of his apartment, Luke muttered to himself. “And everyone wonders why I always wear black.”
***
The lower levels of Coruscant were home to any number of unsavory characters and bars and Wedge and Han seemed to know quite a number of them.
“What about this place?” Luke asked as they stopped in front of a gaudy looking dance club he’d suddenly felt drawn to.
Wedge looked up and shrugged. “Good as any, I suppose.” He shot a grin at Han and Luke. “Ready to have some fun?”
“You might have to remind me how,” Luke yelled over the music as they entered the building.
“I can help with that,” Han bellowed as he waggled a finger in the air then pointed at Wedge. “You-find a table,” the point turned to Luke. “You-find a woman.” Luke laughed, Han pushed his way to the bar, and Wedge started scanning the room. He indicated for Luke to stay put, then maneuvered his way toward what looked like a hostess stand in the corner.
Left on his own, Luke scanned the room with the Force. Somewhere on the dance floor was the presence that felt very familiar, but the woman he was being drawn to didn’t look like anyone he’d ever met before and the number of beings she’d surrounded herself with made it difficult to sense her completely. He couldn’t make out her features in the gloom, but her body was lean and graceful, her breasts were generous, and she moved in ways he hadn’t known it was possible for a human female to move. Her hips and torso seemed to move independently of one another in time to the rhythm of the slowly pulsing bass and her hands dragged themselves up and down her sides, accentuating the undulating movement of her hips. She tossed her head and bit her bottom lip as she continued to gyrate and Luke was hit by a simultaneous wave of recognition and lust. He knew that gesture; knew that face. As soon as his mind had put two and two together, he was able to pick out her Force signature as clearly as if she’d been standing in the room alone. With a single-minded intent, he made his way across the dance floor, cloaking his presence in the Force. He came up behind Mara, no real thought about how to proceed, except that he knew he had to touch her.
Luke laid his hands on the slick, exposed skin of Mara’s waist and she whirled around, presumably to remove his hands from either her person or his body. Recognition suddenly flashed on her face and Luke was startled to note she wore lenses in her eyes that made them dangerously close to his own blue. His prosthetic hand tightened on her hip and his left came up to ghost over the tips of her blond wig.
“I like it,” he said softly in her ear, using the Force to amplify his words, then caught the lobe between his teeth and bit down gently.
Mara shivered and sucked in a breath. “Better than the red?” she murmured into his ear, then dropped her lips to his neck to suck on a tiny piece of skin just above his collar.
“Gods, Mara,” Luke breathed shakily. She pulled back and smiled a smile he’d never seen before. It was sensuous and full of promise as her hands slid over his chest and rested on his shoulders. “Dance with me,” she mouthed, and Luke didn’t think he could have resisted if the entire Imperial army suddenly descended on Coruscant.
He hadn’t danced like this in years, but it wasn’t as if there were steps to remember. It was simple: press your body as close as possible to your partner, undulate hips together in some kind of rhythm, turn both you and your partner on to impossible extremes. The first one was simple-they’d pressed together almost immediately, whether due to the crowd or simple need, he wasn’t sure. The second two followed logically.
Mara ran her hands up Luke’s chest and then back down to his waist. He felt so good under her fingertips; strong and warm and smooth. She was pleased to see him out of his ‘uniform’, though she rather wickedly thought she’d rather just see him out of everything altogether. She smiled to herself as she turned her back to him, grasped his hands in hers and slid both sets down her body. She was forming a mental picture of what she’d do to him if she got him out of his clothes, when she heard him growl low in his throat.
He didn’t know what was wrong with Mara’s shields this evening: either she was very drunk or didn’t care, but they were definitely down and the images assaulting him nearly brought him to his knees. Long red hair spread over his thighs and belly as her mouth worked him, her breasts high and firm as she rode him. They were just flashes, but it was more than enough. “Don’t even think them if you can’t back them up, Jade,” he ground out.
Mara whirled to face him, embarrassed he’d seen her thoughts, though strangely aroused at the same time. “What?” she demanded, trying to sound affronted. “Stay out of my head.”
Luke leaned forward, his lips not quite touching hers. “Wasn’t in your head.” He placed a trail of kisses across her cheek and down to her neck as his hands gripped her tight and pulled her flush against him. He heard her gasp and smiled to himself. “You were projecting,” he murmured weakly as she arched against him, dragging her chest against his in a tortuously slow undulation. Luke couldn’t resist any longer and buried his hands in her hair to held her head still as his lips sought hers in a searing kiss.
She certainly wasn’t ignorant of Skywalker’s kisses; he’d already proved he knew his way around a woman, but this was different: this was more. His tongue traced the seam of her lips and she parted them in response. His fingers slid up and down her bare back and she wrapped her arms around his neck in response as he deepened the kiss. She felt. . .she didn’t know what she felt. It was a heady mix of desire, affection, and intoxication. She returned the kiss eagerly, tongue darting out to caress his and hands threading through the soft blond hair at the nape of his neck.
Luke lost himself in Mara. The feel of her tongue, her lips, her hands, her skin: under the flashing lights and pulsing music, it was almost overwhelming. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “We’re leaving,” he said abruptly, fitting his hand into hers and tugging her after him.
Mara turned on her autopilot and dug in her heels. “Skywalker,” she warned as she jerked her hand back.
Luke was back on her in less than a second. He gripped her arms hard and pressed a bruising kiss to her mouth. “We can do this here, or we can go back to my apartment. But it’s happening, and it’s happening now.” Mara simply gaped. She imagined she’d seen all aspects of Luke’s personality; boyish farmer, idealistic Jedi, beleaguered companion. But she hadn’t met this man. His eyes were impossibly dark as he reached up confidently to caress the underside of her breast with the back of his hand. She moaned involuntarily and grasped his neck to pull his head down to hers.
“My place is closer,” she whispered.
As they stepped off the dance floor, Luke caught Han’s eye across the room and had gestured that he was leaving. Any other time, he’d have found the astonished glance amusing, but the only thing he could think of was getting Mara some place private, and quickly. When they stumbled into the comparatively bright light of the sidewalk outside the bar, Luke really took in Mara’s appearance. The blond bob suited her features and her heavy makeup accentuated her eyes, making her almost unrecognizable. Her lips were swollen from his kisses and the sight of her barely clad figure made him weak. He wanted to drop to his to his knees then and there to press kisses to the taut skin of her stomach, but even through the haze of lust, knew he shouldn’t. He settled instead for trailing his fingers ever so lightly across her back as they headed to her flat. He could feel her shudder under his hand, but was unprepared as she turned and launched herself at him, pushing him into the shadows behind a parked speeder.
“Mara, what-?” he managed before her mouth descended on his. He didn’t protest any further as her teeth grazed his lower lip and her hand palmed him through his trousers. He circled his hips against her hand and made a low noise in the back of his throat as his hand, seemingly of its own volition, dipped inside the low neckline of her top to roll a sensitive nipple between his fingertips. Mara broke away from the kiss with a gasp.
“Here. Now,” she stated breathlessly as she began to work the fastenings on his belt.
For a split second, Luke considered it. He needed her, needed her badly, but behind a speeder against a ferrocrete wall wasn’t the way he wanted it to be their first time. He sighed and very reluctantly removed her hands. “Not like this,” he stated firmly.
“Skywalker, I don’t care,” Mara panted as she tried to tug her hands out of his grasp.
“I do.”
Mara made an exasperated noise and looked suspiciously close to tears. “But I don’t! What’s wrong with here?”
Luke leaned forward and pressed his forehead to hers. “Because I can’t do this here.” He opened their singular connection in Force and let images flow from his mind to hers. These weren’t the half-thought out flashes she’d accidentally let slip earlier; these were fully formed, erotic scenes that crashed over her in vivid detail. She was on a crisp white bed, red hair spread over the sheets, naked and writhing as Skywalker dipped his blond head between her thighs. She reveled in the vision and let herself be drawn deeper into his mind as he took her head between his hands and kissed her deeply.
In her mind, Skywalker kissed up the inside of her thigh, hands gripping her hips and thumbs stroking the sensitive skin just above her hip-bones. He ran his hands down to her knees to push her legs wider and nipped lightly at the line his thumbs had been tracing moments earlier. “Luke,” the Mara in his vision panted, “Please.” He slid his hands up the inside of her thighs as he smiled up at her.
“Patience,” the mental Skywalker chided, even as he dipped his head to touch his tongue to the slick flesh beneath her damp curls. Mara cried out in relief and Luke settled into a more comfortable position as his tongue lapped at her. He licked and sucked as she fisted her hands tightly into his hair and finally shattered, shaking against him.
Luke dropped out of his mentally induced fog when he realized the Mara in his arms was shaking and making the same breathless mewling noises as the one in his head. Somehow they’d reversed their positions; her back was against the wall and his hands were on either side of her, effectively trapping her. He looked down, eyes wide, and was met with a stunned, sated gaze.
“Did you just. . .?” he asked hoarsely.
She blinked and nodded and tried to steady herself with a single deep breath, which turned into a series of short gasps. “Did you know we could. . .?” she asked as she let her hands drop from around his neck to hang limply at her sides.
Luke shook his head violently. “No, I had no idea. I’ve never. . .I mean,” he swallowed hard. “Who would I have ever done that with?”
Mara blinked a few more times and shook her head a bit, as if clearing cobwebs from her mind. She looked back up at Luke; even though she was currently as satisfied as she’d been ever been by a lover, the look in his eyes made her hot all over again. Flushed with pleasure and his gaze she brought his hands down from the wall and took one of them in hers. “Come on, Farmboy,” she said seductively. “Let’s go take care of you.”
They made it the short distance back to Mara’s apartment without further incident, though Mara was vaguely thrilled and concerned that she might end up being kriffed in an alleyway after all with the way Skywalker was looking at her. Neither of them said anything else on the walk back, nor did they touch apart from their intertwined fingers. It was enough to keep them both hot and bothered, as Skywalker kept rubbing his thumb suggestively against the inside of her wrist.
As soon as they crossed the threshold Luke took her in his arms and was working the fastenings of her top as he nibbled on the sensitive skin at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. “Bedroom,” he stated simply then groaned as Mara untucked his shirt and ran her nails across his abdomen with one hand and pushed his jacket off his shoulders with the other. She tugged him toward a door on the left, kicking off her shoes and peeling off her skintight trousers as best she could between walking backward and Luke’s insistent caresses. By the time they’d reached the doorway, she had divested herself of the trousers and Luke had managed to remove both of their tops. She leaned against the door clad only in a very small pair of black underwear, the metal cool against her back as Luke reached out to cup her breasts.
He’d had other women; he’d had quite a number of them in some quite inventive ways during the rebellion, but as he gazed at Mara, he thought he’d never seen a woman that pleased him quite as much. He watched his own permanently tanned hands caress her pale breasts and was fascinated by the difference in color. The dusky pink nipples hardened under both his touch and his gaze and he leaned down to finally taste them.
Mara pressed herself against Luke and held his head to her breast. “Skywalker,” she breathed.
Luke pulled away from her breast with a sucking sound and crowded her against the door. “Luke,” he stated quietly, his tone not masking the fire in his eyes.
“What?” Mara asked, feeling slow.
“Luke. My name is Luke,” he repeated, faltering a little as Mara dragged a hand down his flat stomach to unclasp his belt buckle.
“I know,” Mara said against his chest as she leaned forward to kiss a line down the center of his breastbone. She dropped to her knees and pulled his trousers down as she did so, helping Luke remove his boots in the process. She didn’t rise back up, as Luke expected her to, but stayed on her knees and slowly removed the blond wig from her head. Her own red tresses fell down around her naked shoulders and Luke was suddenly harder than he’d ever been in his entire life.
“You told me my hair was pretty,” Mara explained as she ran her hands up the backs of his firm thighs, over his ass, and hooked her fingers in the waistband of his dark grey boxer briefs with a knowing smile.
“Stars Mara, it’s gorgeous, but, you don’t have to. . .” he trailed off on a groan as she tugged down the last pieces of his clothing and licked her lips.
“Sshh,” she admonished as she took his cock firmly in her hand, rubbing her thumb gently around the tip. “You got to have your fun, now let me have mine. . .Luke.” Just as she said his name for the first time he could really remember, she slipped her lips over him and ran her tongue along the sensitive ridge.
Luke grunted and threw his head back, both from the warmth of her mouth and her use of his name. He fisted his hands into her hair as she took him deeper. “Mara,” he gasped after a few moments. “Stop, stop.” He was wound so tight and it had been so long that as much as he was enjoying Mara’s mouth he wouldn’t last much longer, and he wanted to be inside her. He grasped her upper arms and pulled her lips up to meet his own as he propelled them backwards toward the bed.
They landed rather awkwardly, but no one was around to care. Luke reached down, never breaking the kiss, to divest Mara of the last scrap of her clothing so there was was nothing between them but skin. Mara closed her eyes in bliss and bit down on Luke’s shoulder as his fingers found her wetness and slipped inside.
“Gods, you’re so wet,” Luke murmured as he slipped another finger inside. Mara said nothing; she simply arched against him and hooked one long leg behind his knee in an attempt to bring him closer and nuzzled his neck.
“You know,” Luke said conversationally as moved his hand upward slightly to play with her clit. “I didn’t actually get to have my fun earlier. I didn’t get to taste you.”
Mara groaned and opened her eyes, still the bright blue of the false lenses. “Don’t care,” she panted and with one swift movement that took Luke by surprise, flipped them over so she straddled his stomach. “I need you, and I need you now. No more playing.”
It was Luke turn’s to groan as his hardness brushed against her ass, twitching so very close to its goal. He surged up and toppled them both over, taking her breast in his mouth and pinning her hands above her head in the same motion. He licked his way from her breast to the sensitive patch behind her ear. Mara wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close as she lifted her hips to his. He reached down to position himself and after a brief pause to collect himself, he slid forward.
They both moaned as he pushed in to the hilt. Luke let go of her hands and braced himself on his forearms. Once free, Mara’s hands drifted up and down his back as they found a steady rhythm and her legs clutched him tightly. He adjusted the angle of his hips slightly and Mara gasped and arched her back at the sudden streak of pleasure.
“Better?” Luke queried with a slight smile.
“Oh...yes...Luke...yes,” she hissed as she closed her eyes and met his hips with hers. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and stared into his for a long moment.
“Mara?” he asked, concerned. Her eyes drifted closed again and he felt a tugging sensation in the Force. He recognized it as Mara, and immediately opened up to her, craving the additional connection. Their senses swirled and mingled and it was like nothing either of them had ever experienced. “Kriff me!” Mara exclaimed in wonderment as she threw back her head, and Luke knew she wasn’t speaking literally.
“I can. . .feel you,” he murmured as he surged forward.
“Yes,” she gasped against his neck and she felt his pleasure at the movement. He groaned and sought her mouth, their movements suddenly frantic. It had been good to begin with but, with the added and unexpected benefit of the Force, it was almost painfully erotic. Mara struggled toward her own release as Luke snapped his hips against hers, his hand reaching blindly for hers.
They tangled their fingers together just as Mara felt a wave of sensation begin to crest in her belly. “Oh, don’t stop,” she panted as she tightened her fingers on his and flung herself into their combined pleasure. She arched upward and stifled a cry, her bliss blurring into his as he thrust one final time, calling out her name as he found his own release. He collapsed, boneless, against her sweat drenched breasts and thought he’d never been happier. Mara chuckled tiredly and wrapped him in her arms.
“You could die a happy man, could you?”
Luke didn’t bother to lift his head. “I’d rather not, “ he murmured. “But I could.” She chuckled again and he softly kissed her breast. They lay quiet for a long moments before Luke stirred and rolled them both to their sides. He pulled her back to his chest and idly fingered a strand of her hair. “Mara?” he asked quietly, not wanting to intrude into her thoughts.
“Mmmhm,” she murmured and stretched languidly.
“Did you know. . .I mean about. . .?” he trailed off and Mara could feel his embarrassment shimmering through the Force.
“About the-the,” she struggled to find the right word. “The bond?” she finally settled as she turned to face him. At his embarrassed nod, she shook her head. Luke let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and she looked into his face. “Why would you think I did?”
Luke shrugged awkwardly. “You’ve had a sense of the Force your whole life; what it can do, how you can use it. I’ve only known about it for a comparatively short time and, I haven’t. . .well, there haven’t been very many women.” He paused for moment and averted his eyes. “None in fact. I mean, none that were Force sensitive anyway. And ,well, I wondered if it was something that went along with two people uh, together, being strong in the Force.”
Mara considered him for a moment, his shyness touching. “No,” she finally answered on a small laugh. “Not that I’m aware of anyway. If this was something that happened just by being strong in the Force, I’m pretty sure I’d have spent all of my teens and most of my adult life seeking out other Force sensitives and just having sex.” She was rewarded by his own version of the signature Solo lopsided grin and a soft kiss.
“Can I stay?” he mumbled into her hair as he drifted off to sleep a few minutes later.
Mara didn’t answer; she didn’t let men stay over. But as she looked at her sleeping friend turned lover, something tender and soft unfurled in her chest and she brushed his dark gold hair off his forehead with a kiss. She knew she’d probably regret it, but she made no move to awaken him. Minutes later they were both asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.
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Date: 2012-04-17 01:43 am (UTC)And let it off they did. RAWR, lady. I loved every work of that hot scene, from Mara getting hers in that alley to the removal of the wig and the first meeting of the minds with their bodies.
Is it too soon for me to ask for MOAR??? >:)
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Date: 2012-04-17 02:06 am (UTC)And there will be more. Oh yes, there will be MOAR. ;)
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Date: 2012-04-17 01:55 am (UTC)U*(U#JJRIHJIEJIROKOERJIOHEOUR(I(RU(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah, you are never leaving the fandom. We're keeping you. FOREVER. :D
Things I loved:
Han recruiting Wedge.
Luke still having the Yavin outfit. I don't know if you read AoH, but that just makes me smile. :D
The thumb move! I LOVE THE THUMB MOVE.
Rawr woman, that was some GOOD smut.
I wish I had some constructive comments, but my brain is mushy now. Suffice it to say, I loved it!!!!
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Date: 2012-04-17 02:45 am (UTC)I'm working my way through everybody's older fics; AoH is next on the list! And I went "thumb move? what thumb move? OH! THAT thumb move!!" :)
My job here appears to be done!
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Date: 2012-04-17 02:51 am (UTC)Is it weird I made myself swoon a little in the writing?
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Date: 2012-04-17 02:26 am (UTC)HOT DAMN GIRL! I've been reading this fic over at FF.N but I haven't commented on it. I love this fic and your writing! It makes me smile. Everyone is so in character! AND THE SMUT!! Jxnnhkakejrjsjejdsnaldkirirjfjdjja! Does that explain my glee? I LOVE this smut scene! You can feel the lust and the romance! I love the urgency and the anticipation! And the Force bond! That just made my heart go thump thump!
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Date: 2012-04-17 03:00 am (UTC)Ah, talking about what happens the next morning would be telling! ;) But that won't be far behind this chapter.
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Date: 2012-04-17 05:00 pm (UTC)Definitely not the kind of thing one should read at work, so I'm glad I waited until getting home.
Excellent smut you've got here, Robin!
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