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lukeandmaraTitle: Too Hot to be a Widower
Author: ginchy
Disclaimer: I don’t own Luke or Mara, or any of the situations. Just letting my favorite characters have some much deserved fun.
Rating: NC-17
Time Period: AU LOTF
Genre: Romance, some humor
Notes: More ginchy-shine! This story was caused by this very hot picture of Luke which I have dubbed the ‘Too Hot to be a Widower’ pic (see icon). Smutty plot bunnies ran amok, and JediMara77 pointed out that she had a story that the picture could go with... "More than a Candle". The first (and last) sentences (in italics) belong to JM77.
Luke pouted but ate the rest of the dessert greedily. It was only a few minutes until the cake had been devoured. Luke put down his spoon and smiled. “See? I work fast.”
“As a matter of fact, I seem to remember you working very slow.”
Luke snorted. “Well, that wasn’t entirely my fault. You’re the one who kept insisting that you couldn’t stand me all those years.”
“Point,” Mara sighed. “Well, it’s a good thing that Ben isn’t taking after you in that department, judging by the kiss he gave Vestara.”
Luke nearly shot out of his chair. “Wait a minute—Ben kissed Vestara?!”
“Yeah, you didn’t see them?”
“No, when did it happen?”
“Right before we left Klatooine. He pulled her behind the ramp and planted one right on her lips.”
“He did? Well if he was hiding, how did you see it?”
“Luke.” She gave him a withering look. “I was a spy, remember?”
Luke shook his head, but kept grinning. “Way to go, Ben!” Mara smacked him. “What!” he protested. “It’s just kissing.”
“Yeah, and I guess I should be glad that he’s not as slow as you were if I want to have grandkids sometime this century. And speaking of that, you really need to have a talk with him soon. Like tomorrow.”
“We’ve already had that talk, Mara.”
“Well have another one.”
Luke huffed. “Fine. But now,” he continued, trailing his fingers down Mara’s arm, “can we please get back to dessert?”
“But the cake’s already finished.”
Luke tried to look mad, but he couldn’t. He lifted Mara up from the table and carried her to their stateroom, drowning out her protests with kisses the entire time.
**
Luke set her to her feet as the door cycled shut behind them, but didn’t release her from his kiss, and she pressed up against him, letting her fingers slide over the warm cloth at his shoulders to clutch at him. He backed her up towards the bed, and she let him, walking with him, even as her fingers left his shoulders to open his shirt. She broke from his mouth with a ragged gasp, eyes glancing up to see the storm in his blue depths before she kissed the newly exposed muscles of his chest, kissing her way to his collar-bone for a nibbling kiss.
He moaned quietly, holding the back of her head in the palm of his hands for a moment before stepping back and pulling off his shirt, giving her breasts a pointed look that suggested she follow suit.
She quirked a brow at him, looking at his handsome face, boyish still even with the lines that now graced it. “Are you going all Grand Master on me, Farmboy?” she asked, sliding her eyes down over his chest and stomach, still firm and defined. “Maybe I need a refresher on non-verbal communication?”
“I’ll show you non-verbal communication,” he growled, stalking forward, grabbing her shirt by the hem and pulling it over her head. Her bra was the next to go, his deft fingers finding and flicking the clasp, brushing it aside. He slid his hands up her supple back and pulled her up and towards him, dropping a kiss on one nipple, tonguing it until it hardened.
She groaned and rocked her lower body against his stomach, trying to push more of her breast into his mouth. He gave a little moan of delight as he sucked the hard little pearl into his mouth, but dropped one hand to palm her between the legs, where moist heat was beginning to burn. He licked at her breast once more and then pulled back, still caressing the juncture between her clothed legs with his hand. She looked at him and he licked his lips slowly, letting his eyes trail down her body to where his hand rested and her clit twitched, needing no help to understand the Grand Master’s nonverbal communication.
She hummed out a breathy laugh, pushing away from him to sit on their bed. She removed her footwear but kept her eyes on him. “Still hungry for something sweet, Grand Master? Didn’t you get enough dessert earlier?”
“As you said, I have a voracious appetite,” he murmured, undoing the button on his trousers and dropping them, stepping out of them and his shoes to stalk toward her, kneeling down on the floor between her legs. He pulled her pants off and ran warm palms over her thighs, tickling behind her knee and dropping his head for a kiss.
He parted her legs and ran his tongue up the inside of her thigh, stopping when his head butted her stomach. He breathed hotly onto her mound, covered still by her underwear, and Mara shivered, lifting a hand to her breast to play idly with a nipple.
“There are some snacks in the cabinet,” she teased, pulling his face up to hers by his chin.
Rising up to bring his lips millimeters from hers, he spoke as he traced the dampening line of her slit through the fabric of her panties. “A snack wouldn’t satisfy this hunger,” he whispered, nipping her lips, and kissing his way down her neck. His fingers continued their teasing movements against her as he kissed his way back down her body. “Only a sweet-treat, will do…” he said, with a grin, peeling her wet panties down her legs, leaving them hanging on one foot as he pulled her to the very edge of her seat on the bed.
Mara took his hint and leaned back, hooking her legs over his shoulders, gasping out when he opened her slit with his hands and held her that way, giving his tongue room to dip and tease, and lick. She moaned and pushed in closer to him, grabbing his hair with one hand and her nipple with the other, pulling on it in time with the rapid movement of his tongue.
She gasped and shot up on the bed when he flicked her clit, keening as he assaulted it relentlessly, inserting two fingers from his right hand into her body and finger-fucking her.
“Luke, what--” she garbled out in protest when he pulled back from her, and looked up at her with mischievous eyes. “What are you doing? Don’t… don’t stop!” She pushed impatiently at his shoulder with her foot.
But he didn’t listen to her, pushing her down on the bed to climb up and on top of her, pinning her wrists beside her head. He slid slowly against her, raking his cock, still covered in his shorts, over her wet mound, and she moaned again, undulating against him, seeking friction.
He denied it to her, holding her in place, staring at her until she looked at him with narrowed eyes. “What are you doing?” she repeated, incensed and burning with sexual need.
“You, Master Jade Skywalker,” he whispered, nuzzling at her mouth with his nose, wet from own juices, “are being too loud. Remember, we’re not alone on this ship…” He trailed off, rocking against her, his hardness pushing against her clit with just enough pressure to keep the flame burning.
“Cute,” Mara growled, pushing against him. “But can we get back to you eating my--”
Luke cut her off with a kiss, drawing her tongue out of her mouth to play with his. “I have a better idea,” he said, sending the thought through their bond, and grinning when she caught it, and reacted, flipping them on the bed with her strong thighs.
She turned away from him and straddled his chest, lying down on his belly and thighs to grab and push his shorts down, allowing his dick to spring free, hard and red. “I think you just couldn’t wait your turn,” she teased, but gasped and moaned again when he grabbed her ass in his hands and brought her moist center back to his lips.
He chuckled against her as she proved his point about being too loud, and she let her displeasure bleed through their bond, until he tongued her clit again. She swallowed another moan and grabbed the base of his cock with her hand, bringing it to her lips. He tensed under her when she kissed the tip and nibbled at the hard ridge of him. His tongue faltered when she drew him into her mouth, hot saliva dribbling as she began to suck.
He hummed desperate pleasure against her sensitive folds, and she trembled, shamelessly grinding her pussy into his face. She swallowed his cock with her heated moans, licking and sucking harder as he worked her into a frenzy of heated passion, his tongue and fingers everywhere and nowhere at once, in her slick channel and playing with her slippery nub, parting and teasing her folds.
She panted, releasing him from her mouth and using her thumb to smear the wet pre-cum on his cock, combining it with the saliva from her mouth, hot on the velvety skin of his hard dick. She kissed up his hot length, nibbling on the sensitive underside, knowing that he loved to feel her teeth just barely scrape against the thin skin there. She gave a little squeak as he retaliated, managing to center her clit between two fingers and flicking at it with his tongue. She was lost, then, caring only for her own pleasure, riding his face until she came, barely containing a scream of ecstasy by burying her face in his thigh. She heard Luke groan as he experienced her pleasure through their bond and collapsed against him, breathing hard against his leg. She barely noticed the light kisses he was giving her own legs and the gentle hand that patted her bottom, bringing her down from her peak.
But he shifted under her, his unsated dick brushing against her upper arm. He moaned lightly and she rolled off of him, nestling beside him on the bed. She splayed her hand out on his belly and looked up at him with wide, innocently naughty eyes. “Well, good night--”
She hadn’t finished speaking when Luke cut her off. “I don’t think so,” he growled, grabbing her as she giggled and pretended to fight against him. She pivoted to sit up, straddling his stomach this time.
She smirked down at him as he put his hands on her hips, pushing her back until her ass rubbed against his cock. “Are you trying to tell me something, Grand Master Skywalker?” she purred, scrapping her nails down his chest. “That famed non-verbal communication again?”
He didn’t answer, but let his frustration bleed into their bond, and she smirked again. “Patience,” she murmured, delighting in his peevish look. But she wanted to take her time, and looked down at him, at the muscles in his stomach that bunched as she moved her fingers over them, up his chest, still hard and muscled, if not as smooth and unblemished as it had been when they married. She shifted against him, letting her bottom tease his cock, and leaned down, dipping her tongue into the warm hollow of his neck.
She let her tongue lead her to his strong jaw, and kissed along the edge of it, dipping her tongue into the cleft of his chin and kissing her way back up, finding his earlobe, and giving a soft nibble. He hummed out his pleasure, moving beneath her, placing his own hand on his cock and pumping. Mara blew gently into his ear. “I find it so… hot,” she murmured, “to know the Grand Master of the Jedi likes to touch himself….” She ground against his pelvis as the thought began to enflame her again. She continued to nibble at his ear, threading her fingers through the gray strands of hair at his temple. She liked the touch of gray there. It suited him.
“You don’t have to think that so loud,” he muttered.
She smirked and kissed his disgruntled lips. “I found it very distinguished, Grand Master…” She kissed up the slope of his cheek to nuzzle at the flare of his hair. “Dare I say… sexy…”
“I could say the same,” he whispered, letting his fingers trail through the fringe of her hair, the only shock of white in her still vivid hair. He nudged her in to a kiss, and she obliged, sliding her lips against his wetly, tracing the line of them with her tongue.
“Mara…” he moaned her name, pushing up against her ass again, “please…”
She took pity on him then, pushing up and back down to engulf his cock, sighing in satisfaction as he slid home inside of her. But she gasped in surprise when he flipped them, his forearms coming to rest on either side of her head as he gazed down at her, thrusting with quick, sure strokes.
She locked her legs behind his back, biting back an exclamation as he began to rub against her sweet spot again, his huge length rubbing her in all the right places. Their bond closed in around them, pleasure feeding into pleasure as he stayed a steady course, trapping her nub between them and taking advantage of that fact to grin wickedly at her when she began to babble incoherently.
“Shhhh…” he murmured against her lips, giving a satisfied grunt when she clawed her nails down his back and grabbed his ass, pulling him harder against her. “We’ve got to be quiet…. Kriff, yes….” He panted, as she squeezed his cock internally, using those tight inner muscles very much to his advantage.
“Then shut me up, Farmboy,” she said, grabbing his head and bringing his lips to hers in a crazed kiss, sucking his tongue into her mouth and whimpering when he began to stroke her with it as skillfully as he used his dick to tease her pussy. He reached for her in their bond, and their sexual energies met and merged, the force of his pleasure invading her mind and washing over her body, until it was hers. She could feel the pleasure of her tight heat milking at his cock and saw stars, the pounding waves of pleasure in her center overwhelming. She was consumed and filled by him, and she released a moan into his mouth, the pressure in her clit and stomach building as he continued his powerful thrusts.
She tore her mouth from his to whisper his name, running her hands through his sweat-soaked hair and looking into his impossibly blue eyes, eyes that still burned with hunger and passion, and were not the least bit dulled with age.
“You feel so good,” he ground out between clenched teeth, nipping once more at her lips, parting them and gasping into her mouth, kissing her with almost bruising pressure, biting into her plump lower lip. “I love you…” he said against her lips and that emotion went out over their bond, stronger than the sexual haze that surrounded them, but feeding into it. She stiffened in his arms for a moment and then her clit spasmed with pleasure when he hit just the right spot again, and she came, trembling from the effort to keep from crying out, gasping and keening into his shoulder.
It seemed that he needed no further encouragement, grabbing her hips and rutting himself to a messy finish, sucking at her neck as if to hide his own pleasure. He collapsed on top of her for a moment, quaking and breathing hard against her, but after that moment he rolled to his side and brought her with him, cuddling her up in the crook of his arm while their skin cooled and their breath began to even out.
Mara lazed against him, kissing his warm chest and caressing him, entwining her legs with his. He was quiet and she wondered if he was dozing, but after some time she noticed that his arms had tightened around her, and she looked up to find blue eyes trained on her, their depths solemn somehow, in a way she didn’t expect after the moment they had just shared. “Luke?” she whispered, her forehead creasing. “What’s wrong?”
He brought the backs of his fingers up to ghost across her cheek, and then he grasped the back of her head in his palm, and kissed her forehead. “I was just thinking about… about Jacen’s vision and what…. What that would have been like,” he finished, his neck working as he swallowed hard.
Jacen’s vision. Mara blanched, not wanting to think about that, especially not now when she was lying in her husband’s arms, and recovering from amazing sex. “Your pillow talk leaves something to be desired,” she said, stiffening in his arms for a different reason this time.
Luke threaded his fingers through her hair. “I just… I’m so glad that didn’t happen to us,” he said, pulling her into a hug until she softened against him again, and hugged him back.
“Me too,” she whispered, running a hand down his back to slap his rear. “Besides—I couldn’t die. You, Luke Skywalker, are far too hot to be a widower.”
A laugh erupted from his throat and she joined him, and they giggled as they wrestled around on the bed, Mara winning and draping herself over his chest to kiss his chin. “There’s only one thing that could make this night better,” she said suggestively, kissing his neck and then chest again.
“And what’s that?” he asked, his voice going deep again as he played with her hair. He moved against her, softening cock seeming ready to perk again.
“Dessert…” she said, a gleam in her eyes.
“You want to go again?” he asked, grabbing her hips.
“I think even the Grand Master is getting a bit too old for two rounds in one night,” she said, grinning when his eyes flashed in challenge. “Uh-uh,” she warned as he began to advance on her. “Dessert, Luke…. I want another slice of that cake I made.”
He let go of her hips and looked at her. “And I suppose I have to get up and go get it for you?”
“Unless you can think of some other way—and not that!” she said, smacking his hand as he jokingly waved it towards the door.
**
Luke shuffled into the galley, sated and content, not bothering with the lights as he grabbed a plate and fork from the cabinet. He opened the cooling unit and cut a large slice from the cake Mara had made, placing it on the plate. The smell of the rich dessert made his mouth water, and he leaned against the unit, taking a bite and sighing in appreciation. He smiled a dopey smile around his bite as he thought about his beautiful wife, waiting in bed for more dessert. Maybe he’d show her he wasn’t quite as old as she seemed to think when he got back in there. The cake could be used creatively--
The galley lights snapped on then, and he glanced up, blinking. “Ben--” he squeaked, pulling the fork from his mouth and yanking at the hem of his short robe.
Ben’s eyes widened comically as he looked at his father. “… Wow… the side of the Jedi Grand Master that the public doesn’t see,” he said, glancing away quickly from the green satin robe Luke wore.
“Uh… your mother lent me her robe,” Luke tried to explain, cursing himself as his cheeks flamed red in front of his 16 year old son. He stepped away from the cooler, letting the door close, hoping the light in it hadn’t backlit the thin garment he was wearing. Ben already looked traumatized enough.
“I don’t want to know,” Ben immediately said, backing out of the galley. “In fact, Dad…. Why don’t we just pretend this never happened? I’ll scour my brain with some bleach and you… just don’t EVER wear that again. Really. This is important.”
“I think that’s wise,” Luke said, his embarrassment taking a backseat to Ben’s obvious discomfort. He remembered his promise to Mara earlier, though and called out to Ben as he turned to leave the galley. “Before you go-- I need to talk to you tomorrow… This might be awkward but your mother wants me to clarify some things.”
“Uh… yeah,” Ben said. “I don’t think you and Mom have to worry. Right now, I don’t ever want to think about having sex. Ever.”
Luke sighed, exasperated. “Ben, your mother and I aren’t dead. We’re healthy adults and…”
“Dad! Dad, seriously? I can’t hear you…. La la la la la,” he said, making a show of putting his hands over his ears.
“You should be happy that we have such a loving and committed relationship--”
Ben cut him off again. “Yeah. I’m just surprised I don’t have 10 million siblings.”
“That’s because your mother and I know how to use birth control,” Luke couldn’t help but point out, suppressing a smile when Ben made a face at the thought and walked away, making retching noises. Feeling mischievous, he called out to his son again. “Hey, wait—Ben? I thought you wanted something to eat?”
“NOT HUNGRY!” Ben shouted back, and Luke rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
Flipping out the lights and brandishing the cake, he followed Ben out of the galley to return to his wife.
That night, all was right in the Skywalker household.
Author: ginchy
Disclaimer: I don’t own Luke or Mara, or any of the situations. Just letting my favorite characters have some much deserved fun.
Rating: NC-17
Time Period: AU LOTF
Genre: Romance, some humor
Notes: More ginchy-shine! This story was caused by this very hot picture of Luke which I have dubbed the ‘Too Hot to be a Widower’ pic (see icon). Smutty plot bunnies ran amok, and JediMara77 pointed out that she had a story that the picture could go with... "More than a Candle". The first (and last) sentences (in italics) belong to JM77.
Luke pouted but ate the rest of the dessert greedily. It was only a few minutes until the cake had been devoured. Luke put down his spoon and smiled. “See? I work fast.”
“As a matter of fact, I seem to remember you working very slow.”
Luke snorted. “Well, that wasn’t entirely my fault. You’re the one who kept insisting that you couldn’t stand me all those years.”
“Point,” Mara sighed. “Well, it’s a good thing that Ben isn’t taking after you in that department, judging by the kiss he gave Vestara.”
Luke nearly shot out of his chair. “Wait a minute—Ben kissed Vestara?!”
“Yeah, you didn’t see them?”
“No, when did it happen?”
“Right before we left Klatooine. He pulled her behind the ramp and planted one right on her lips.”
“He did? Well if he was hiding, how did you see it?”
“Luke.” She gave him a withering look. “I was a spy, remember?”
Luke shook his head, but kept grinning. “Way to go, Ben!” Mara smacked him. “What!” he protested. “It’s just kissing.”
“Yeah, and I guess I should be glad that he’s not as slow as you were if I want to have grandkids sometime this century. And speaking of that, you really need to have a talk with him soon. Like tomorrow.”
“We’ve already had that talk, Mara.”
“Well have another one.”
Luke huffed. “Fine. But now,” he continued, trailing his fingers down Mara’s arm, “can we please get back to dessert?”
“But the cake’s already finished.”
Luke tried to look mad, but he couldn’t. He lifted Mara up from the table and carried her to their stateroom, drowning out her protests with kisses the entire time.
**
Luke set her to her feet as the door cycled shut behind them, but didn’t release her from his kiss, and she pressed up against him, letting her fingers slide over the warm cloth at his shoulders to clutch at him. He backed her up towards the bed, and she let him, walking with him, even as her fingers left his shoulders to open his shirt. She broke from his mouth with a ragged gasp, eyes glancing up to see the storm in his blue depths before she kissed the newly exposed muscles of his chest, kissing her way to his collar-bone for a nibbling kiss.
He moaned quietly, holding the back of her head in the palm of his hands for a moment before stepping back and pulling off his shirt, giving her breasts a pointed look that suggested she follow suit.
She quirked a brow at him, looking at his handsome face, boyish still even with the lines that now graced it. “Are you going all Grand Master on me, Farmboy?” she asked, sliding her eyes down over his chest and stomach, still firm and defined. “Maybe I need a refresher on non-verbal communication?”
“I’ll show you non-verbal communication,” he growled, stalking forward, grabbing her shirt by the hem and pulling it over her head. Her bra was the next to go, his deft fingers finding and flicking the clasp, brushing it aside. He slid his hands up her supple back and pulled her up and towards him, dropping a kiss on one nipple, tonguing it until it hardened.
She groaned and rocked her lower body against his stomach, trying to push more of her breast into his mouth. He gave a little moan of delight as he sucked the hard little pearl into his mouth, but dropped one hand to palm her between the legs, where moist heat was beginning to burn. He licked at her breast once more and then pulled back, still caressing the juncture between her clothed legs with his hand. She looked at him and he licked his lips slowly, letting his eyes trail down her body to where his hand rested and her clit twitched, needing no help to understand the Grand Master’s nonverbal communication.
She hummed out a breathy laugh, pushing away from him to sit on their bed. She removed her footwear but kept her eyes on him. “Still hungry for something sweet, Grand Master? Didn’t you get enough dessert earlier?”
“As you said, I have a voracious appetite,” he murmured, undoing the button on his trousers and dropping them, stepping out of them and his shoes to stalk toward her, kneeling down on the floor between her legs. He pulled her pants off and ran warm palms over her thighs, tickling behind her knee and dropping his head for a kiss.
He parted her legs and ran his tongue up the inside of her thigh, stopping when his head butted her stomach. He breathed hotly onto her mound, covered still by her underwear, and Mara shivered, lifting a hand to her breast to play idly with a nipple.
“There are some snacks in the cabinet,” she teased, pulling his face up to hers by his chin.
Rising up to bring his lips millimeters from hers, he spoke as he traced the dampening line of her slit through the fabric of her panties. “A snack wouldn’t satisfy this hunger,” he whispered, nipping her lips, and kissing his way down her neck. His fingers continued their teasing movements against her as he kissed his way back down her body. “Only a sweet-treat, will do…” he said, with a grin, peeling her wet panties down her legs, leaving them hanging on one foot as he pulled her to the very edge of her seat on the bed.
Mara took his hint and leaned back, hooking her legs over his shoulders, gasping out when he opened her slit with his hands and held her that way, giving his tongue room to dip and tease, and lick. She moaned and pushed in closer to him, grabbing his hair with one hand and her nipple with the other, pulling on it in time with the rapid movement of his tongue.
She gasped and shot up on the bed when he flicked her clit, keening as he assaulted it relentlessly, inserting two fingers from his right hand into her body and finger-fucking her.
“Luke, what--” she garbled out in protest when he pulled back from her, and looked up at her with mischievous eyes. “What are you doing? Don’t… don’t stop!” She pushed impatiently at his shoulder with her foot.
But he didn’t listen to her, pushing her down on the bed to climb up and on top of her, pinning her wrists beside her head. He slid slowly against her, raking his cock, still covered in his shorts, over her wet mound, and she moaned again, undulating against him, seeking friction.
He denied it to her, holding her in place, staring at her until she looked at him with narrowed eyes. “What are you doing?” she repeated, incensed and burning with sexual need.
“You, Master Jade Skywalker,” he whispered, nuzzling at her mouth with his nose, wet from own juices, “are being too loud. Remember, we’re not alone on this ship…” He trailed off, rocking against her, his hardness pushing against her clit with just enough pressure to keep the flame burning.
“Cute,” Mara growled, pushing against him. “But can we get back to you eating my--”
Luke cut her off with a kiss, drawing her tongue out of her mouth to play with his. “I have a better idea,” he said, sending the thought through their bond, and grinning when she caught it, and reacted, flipping them on the bed with her strong thighs.
She turned away from him and straddled his chest, lying down on his belly and thighs to grab and push his shorts down, allowing his dick to spring free, hard and red. “I think you just couldn’t wait your turn,” she teased, but gasped and moaned again when he grabbed her ass in his hands and brought her moist center back to his lips.
He chuckled against her as she proved his point about being too loud, and she let her displeasure bleed through their bond, until he tongued her clit again. She swallowed another moan and grabbed the base of his cock with her hand, bringing it to her lips. He tensed under her when she kissed the tip and nibbled at the hard ridge of him. His tongue faltered when she drew him into her mouth, hot saliva dribbling as she began to suck.
He hummed desperate pleasure against her sensitive folds, and she trembled, shamelessly grinding her pussy into his face. She swallowed his cock with her heated moans, licking and sucking harder as he worked her into a frenzy of heated passion, his tongue and fingers everywhere and nowhere at once, in her slick channel and playing with her slippery nub, parting and teasing her folds.
She panted, releasing him from her mouth and using her thumb to smear the wet pre-cum on his cock, combining it with the saliva from her mouth, hot on the velvety skin of his hard dick. She kissed up his hot length, nibbling on the sensitive underside, knowing that he loved to feel her teeth just barely scrape against the thin skin there. She gave a little squeak as he retaliated, managing to center her clit between two fingers and flicking at it with his tongue. She was lost, then, caring only for her own pleasure, riding his face until she came, barely containing a scream of ecstasy by burying her face in his thigh. She heard Luke groan as he experienced her pleasure through their bond and collapsed against him, breathing hard against his leg. She barely noticed the light kisses he was giving her own legs and the gentle hand that patted her bottom, bringing her down from her peak.
But he shifted under her, his unsated dick brushing against her upper arm. He moaned lightly and she rolled off of him, nestling beside him on the bed. She splayed her hand out on his belly and looked up at him with wide, innocently naughty eyes. “Well, good night--”
She hadn’t finished speaking when Luke cut her off. “I don’t think so,” he growled, grabbing her as she giggled and pretended to fight against him. She pivoted to sit up, straddling his stomach this time.
She smirked down at him as he put his hands on her hips, pushing her back until her ass rubbed against his cock. “Are you trying to tell me something, Grand Master Skywalker?” she purred, scrapping her nails down his chest. “That famed non-verbal communication again?”
He didn’t answer, but let his frustration bleed into their bond, and she smirked again. “Patience,” she murmured, delighting in his peevish look. But she wanted to take her time, and looked down at him, at the muscles in his stomach that bunched as she moved her fingers over them, up his chest, still hard and muscled, if not as smooth and unblemished as it had been when they married. She shifted against him, letting her bottom tease his cock, and leaned down, dipping her tongue into the warm hollow of his neck.
She let her tongue lead her to his strong jaw, and kissed along the edge of it, dipping her tongue into the cleft of his chin and kissing her way back up, finding his earlobe, and giving a soft nibble. He hummed out his pleasure, moving beneath her, placing his own hand on his cock and pumping. Mara blew gently into his ear. “I find it so… hot,” she murmured, “to know the Grand Master of the Jedi likes to touch himself….” She ground against his pelvis as the thought began to enflame her again. She continued to nibble at his ear, threading her fingers through the gray strands of hair at his temple. She liked the touch of gray there. It suited him.
“You don’t have to think that so loud,” he muttered.
She smirked and kissed his disgruntled lips. “I found it very distinguished, Grand Master…” She kissed up the slope of his cheek to nuzzle at the flare of his hair. “Dare I say… sexy…”
“I could say the same,” he whispered, letting his fingers trail through the fringe of her hair, the only shock of white in her still vivid hair. He nudged her in to a kiss, and she obliged, sliding her lips against his wetly, tracing the line of them with her tongue.
“Mara…” he moaned her name, pushing up against her ass again, “please…”
She took pity on him then, pushing up and back down to engulf his cock, sighing in satisfaction as he slid home inside of her. But she gasped in surprise when he flipped them, his forearms coming to rest on either side of her head as he gazed down at her, thrusting with quick, sure strokes.
She locked her legs behind his back, biting back an exclamation as he began to rub against her sweet spot again, his huge length rubbing her in all the right places. Their bond closed in around them, pleasure feeding into pleasure as he stayed a steady course, trapping her nub between them and taking advantage of that fact to grin wickedly at her when she began to babble incoherently.
“Shhhh…” he murmured against her lips, giving a satisfied grunt when she clawed her nails down his back and grabbed his ass, pulling him harder against her. “We’ve got to be quiet…. Kriff, yes….” He panted, as she squeezed his cock internally, using those tight inner muscles very much to his advantage.
“Then shut me up, Farmboy,” she said, grabbing his head and bringing his lips to hers in a crazed kiss, sucking his tongue into her mouth and whimpering when he began to stroke her with it as skillfully as he used his dick to tease her pussy. He reached for her in their bond, and their sexual energies met and merged, the force of his pleasure invading her mind and washing over her body, until it was hers. She could feel the pleasure of her tight heat milking at his cock and saw stars, the pounding waves of pleasure in her center overwhelming. She was consumed and filled by him, and she released a moan into his mouth, the pressure in her clit and stomach building as he continued his powerful thrusts.
She tore her mouth from his to whisper his name, running her hands through his sweat-soaked hair and looking into his impossibly blue eyes, eyes that still burned with hunger and passion, and were not the least bit dulled with age.
“You feel so good,” he ground out between clenched teeth, nipping once more at her lips, parting them and gasping into her mouth, kissing her with almost bruising pressure, biting into her plump lower lip. “I love you…” he said against her lips and that emotion went out over their bond, stronger than the sexual haze that surrounded them, but feeding into it. She stiffened in his arms for a moment and then her clit spasmed with pleasure when he hit just the right spot again, and she came, trembling from the effort to keep from crying out, gasping and keening into his shoulder.
It seemed that he needed no further encouragement, grabbing her hips and rutting himself to a messy finish, sucking at her neck as if to hide his own pleasure. He collapsed on top of her for a moment, quaking and breathing hard against her, but after that moment he rolled to his side and brought her with him, cuddling her up in the crook of his arm while their skin cooled and their breath began to even out.
Mara lazed against him, kissing his warm chest and caressing him, entwining her legs with his. He was quiet and she wondered if he was dozing, but after some time she noticed that his arms had tightened around her, and she looked up to find blue eyes trained on her, their depths solemn somehow, in a way she didn’t expect after the moment they had just shared. “Luke?” she whispered, her forehead creasing. “What’s wrong?”
He brought the backs of his fingers up to ghost across her cheek, and then he grasped the back of her head in his palm, and kissed her forehead. “I was just thinking about… about Jacen’s vision and what…. What that would have been like,” he finished, his neck working as he swallowed hard.
Jacen’s vision. Mara blanched, not wanting to think about that, especially not now when she was lying in her husband’s arms, and recovering from amazing sex. “Your pillow talk leaves something to be desired,” she said, stiffening in his arms for a different reason this time.
Luke threaded his fingers through her hair. “I just… I’m so glad that didn’t happen to us,” he said, pulling her into a hug until she softened against him again, and hugged him back.
“Me too,” she whispered, running a hand down his back to slap his rear. “Besides—I couldn’t die. You, Luke Skywalker, are far too hot to be a widower.”
A laugh erupted from his throat and she joined him, and they giggled as they wrestled around on the bed, Mara winning and draping herself over his chest to kiss his chin. “There’s only one thing that could make this night better,” she said suggestively, kissing his neck and then chest again.
“And what’s that?” he asked, his voice going deep again as he played with her hair. He moved against her, softening cock seeming ready to perk again.
“Dessert…” she said, a gleam in her eyes.
“You want to go again?” he asked, grabbing her hips.
“I think even the Grand Master is getting a bit too old for two rounds in one night,” she said, grinning when his eyes flashed in challenge. “Uh-uh,” she warned as he began to advance on her. “Dessert, Luke…. I want another slice of that cake I made.”
He let go of her hips and looked at her. “And I suppose I have to get up and go get it for you?”
“Unless you can think of some other way—and not that!” she said, smacking his hand as he jokingly waved it towards the door.
**
Luke shuffled into the galley, sated and content, not bothering with the lights as he grabbed a plate and fork from the cabinet. He opened the cooling unit and cut a large slice from the cake Mara had made, placing it on the plate. The smell of the rich dessert made his mouth water, and he leaned against the unit, taking a bite and sighing in appreciation. He smiled a dopey smile around his bite as he thought about his beautiful wife, waiting in bed for more dessert. Maybe he’d show her he wasn’t quite as old as she seemed to think when he got back in there. The cake could be used creatively--
The galley lights snapped on then, and he glanced up, blinking. “Ben--” he squeaked, pulling the fork from his mouth and yanking at the hem of his short robe.
Ben’s eyes widened comically as he looked at his father. “… Wow… the side of the Jedi Grand Master that the public doesn’t see,” he said, glancing away quickly from the green satin robe Luke wore.
“Uh… your mother lent me her robe,” Luke tried to explain, cursing himself as his cheeks flamed red in front of his 16 year old son. He stepped away from the cooler, letting the door close, hoping the light in it hadn’t backlit the thin garment he was wearing. Ben already looked traumatized enough.
“I don’t want to know,” Ben immediately said, backing out of the galley. “In fact, Dad…. Why don’t we just pretend this never happened? I’ll scour my brain with some bleach and you… just don’t EVER wear that again. Really. This is important.”
“I think that’s wise,” Luke said, his embarrassment taking a backseat to Ben’s obvious discomfort. He remembered his promise to Mara earlier, though and called out to Ben as he turned to leave the galley. “Before you go-- I need to talk to you tomorrow… This might be awkward but your mother wants me to clarify some things.”
“Uh… yeah,” Ben said. “I don’t think you and Mom have to worry. Right now, I don’t ever want to think about having sex. Ever.”
Luke sighed, exasperated. “Ben, your mother and I aren’t dead. We’re healthy adults and…”
“Dad! Dad, seriously? I can’t hear you…. La la la la la,” he said, making a show of putting his hands over his ears.
“You should be happy that we have such a loving and committed relationship--”
Ben cut him off again. “Yeah. I’m just surprised I don’t have 10 million siblings.”
“That’s because your mother and I know how to use birth control,” Luke couldn’t help but point out, suppressing a smile when Ben made a face at the thought and walked away, making retching noises. Feeling mischievous, he called out to his son again. “Hey, wait—Ben? I thought you wanted something to eat?”
“NOT HUNGRY!” Ben shouted back, and Luke rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
Flipping out the lights and brandishing the cake, he followed Ben out of the galley to return to his wife.
That night, all was right in the Skywalker household.
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