Expecting - E/C #34 - PG
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EXPECTING
by JediMara77
It is nighttime in the Empress’s bedroom, but Mara doesn’t sleep. She lays awake in the dark, staring at the frescoed ceiling that suddenly looks unreachable. She has seen those patterns every day before sleep and after waking for so many years, and has studied them during many sleepless nights. But never before has her mind been so preoccupied.
The decision is already made; has been for some time now, even though she is only recently aware of it. She will abdicate the throne, a decision not made lightly. She never intended to be Empress for life; she merely wanted to help solidify peace in the galaxy before bringing some semblance of democracy back to the Empire. She has known for some time that the Empire was such in name only, and that things would transition smoothly whenever she chose to leave office. She does not want to serve as a figurehead, staying in power only because people are too scared to rule themselves.
But there had never been a clear impetus to leave—not until now, at least. And that is what keeps her awake this night.
She turns on her side to stare at an object on her bedside table. It is a fijisi wood box, given to her by Luke during their time in the Rebellion. The same type of wood adorns their quarters, but none of it means as much to her as this small box, a sign of his eternal love for her. It matches the ring on her finger, carved by Luke with his bare hands. She knows what the nobility said about such a ring upon her marriage—that it was unfitting for someone of the Empress’s station. She also knows that those same busybodies now wear wooden rings of their own, the style brought into trend by romantics who strive to emulate the Empress and her Consort.
And with that thought, she hears Luke stir behind her. Of course he senses her discomfort and wants to help. His bare chest presses up against her back and his hand lightly caresses her shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
She opens her mouth to say ‘nothing’, but stops herself. She has to tell him sooner or later, and she might as well get it over with. She sighs and pushes her head up with her hand, twisting the red strands in between her fingers. “I’ve decided to abdicate.”
He nods, not surprised by her announcement. “Are you worried?”
She lets out a short laugh. She is worried, but not for the reasons Luke thinks she should be. “What’s to worry about? Giving power to the senate, or leaving the moffs in charge? If we’re lucky, the galaxy won’t devolve into chaos with the chance to rule themselves again.”
Luke chuckles and pushes himself up slightly, so he is looming over her shoulder. His hand moves to her hip and he brushes against her hand resting there, twisting her ring in an attempt to relieve some of her tension. “I think you’ve done enough to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
“I know. I’m not worried about that. It’s just…” She trails off and expels a breath, unsure of how to say her next words. They will change both of their lives forever. But Mara Jade has never been one to let fear rule her heart, so she rolls over and takes his hand in hers. She wants to see his face when she says the words. “I just wonder what the galaxy will say when I announce that I’m pregnant.”
His sense in the Force explodes in happiness less than a second before it registers on his face. Then he is upon her, lavishing her with kisses, trailing his lips down her throat and murmuring his happiness into her naked chest. She grabs him under the arms and pulls him up to kiss him again, letting her own happiness shine through their Force bond. Motherhood is the most daunting task she has ever embarked upon, but she will embrace it with open arms. She has never been happier than with Luke by her side, but finally—finally—she feels complete, with a new life growing inside of her.
This smabble was inspired by a photo manip by the lovely
taramidala.You can view it here; be aware that there are boobs.
EXPECTING
by JediMara77
It is nighttime in the Empress’s bedroom, but Mara doesn’t sleep. She lays awake in the dark, staring at the frescoed ceiling that suddenly looks unreachable. She has seen those patterns every day before sleep and after waking for so many years, and has studied them during many sleepless nights. But never before has her mind been so preoccupied.
The decision is already made; has been for some time now, even though she is only recently aware of it. She will abdicate the throne, a decision not made lightly. She never intended to be Empress for life; she merely wanted to help solidify peace in the galaxy before bringing some semblance of democracy back to the Empire. She has known for some time that the Empire was such in name only, and that things would transition smoothly whenever she chose to leave office. She does not want to serve as a figurehead, staying in power only because people are too scared to rule themselves.
But there had never been a clear impetus to leave—not until now, at least. And that is what keeps her awake this night.
She turns on her side to stare at an object on her bedside table. It is a fijisi wood box, given to her by Luke during their time in the Rebellion. The same type of wood adorns their quarters, but none of it means as much to her as this small box, a sign of his eternal love for her. It matches the ring on her finger, carved by Luke with his bare hands. She knows what the nobility said about such a ring upon her marriage—that it was unfitting for someone of the Empress’s station. She also knows that those same busybodies now wear wooden rings of their own, the style brought into trend by romantics who strive to emulate the Empress and her Consort.
And with that thought, she hears Luke stir behind her. Of course he senses her discomfort and wants to help. His bare chest presses up against her back and his hand lightly caresses her shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
She opens her mouth to say ‘nothing’, but stops herself. She has to tell him sooner or later, and she might as well get it over with. She sighs and pushes her head up with her hand, twisting the red strands in between her fingers. “I’ve decided to abdicate.”
He nods, not surprised by her announcement. “Are you worried?”
She lets out a short laugh. She is worried, but not for the reasons Luke thinks she should be. “What’s to worry about? Giving power to the senate, or leaving the moffs in charge? If we’re lucky, the galaxy won’t devolve into chaos with the chance to rule themselves again.”
Luke chuckles and pushes himself up slightly, so he is looming over her shoulder. His hand moves to her hip and he brushes against her hand resting there, twisting her ring in an attempt to relieve some of her tension. “I think you’ve done enough to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
“I know. I’m not worried about that. It’s just…” She trails off and expels a breath, unsure of how to say her next words. They will change both of their lives forever. But Mara Jade has never been one to let fear rule her heart, so she rolls over and takes his hand in hers. She wants to see his face when she says the words. “I just wonder what the galaxy will say when I announce that I’m pregnant.”
His sense in the Force explodes in happiness less than a second before it registers on his face. Then he is upon her, lavishing her with kisses, trailing his lips down her throat and murmuring his happiness into her naked chest. She grabs him under the arms and pulls him up to kiss him again, letting her own happiness shine through their Force bond. Motherhood is the most daunting task she has ever embarked upon, but she will embrace it with open arms. She has never been happier than with Luke by her side, but finally—finally—she feels complete, with a new life growing inside of her.
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Date: 2012-04-27 01:18 am (UTC)You not going to stop there are you? There has to be a drabble about the birth, right?
I'm looking forward to whatever you guys post next!
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Date: 2012-04-27 01:29 am (UTC)My husband was the person who told me I was pregnant...after he called his entire family. The doctor called the house with the news and told him while I was out shopping. That is definitely not as romantic as this.
That was a perfect blend of seriousness and fluffiness.
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Date: 2012-04-27 02:10 am (UTC)I love, love, love this one girl. I love how quiet and sweet and thoughtful it is and I LOVE the fanart of it!!!!! They are hot no matter what they're doing, it seems.
And I love the way you describe Luke's happiness exploding in the Force first and then across his face. <3 <3 <3
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Date: 2012-04-27 08:57 am (UTC)The perfect SQUEE.
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