Ruge - L/M - NC-17 - Part 1
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jedimara77's beta-gift for being so patient and wonderful to beta my fic, Echoes of Always. Without her it would have been a mess of run-on sentences and it wouldn't have been quite as awesome, so thank you so much, lady!! This is the story of AU L/M from EoA's first 'date'... the night Mara mentions to 'our' Luke in chapter 16. The night when AU Luke spilled wine on her rug. There was apparently a whole lot more that happened that night that AU Mara didn't tell Luke... >:) I hope you enjoy!
Based, in part, on this HOT manip thattaramidala made, entitled Wine. Thanks for the awesome inspiration, gal!!
It was the flash that alerted them. Discrete and almost imperceptible, it originated from a corner booth, and two sets of eyes were immediately tracking the sleemo that had taken the shot.
Luke Skywalker sighed and waved his hand just slightly in the photog’s direction. “That should take care of it, I think.” He smiled ruefully at his dinner partner. “I’m sorry about that, Mara.”
Mara Jade rolled her eyes. “You were sorry the first three times,” she said. “Now I think it’s time for them to be sorry.” She started to push up from the table.
“Mara.” Luke’s voice was mild, if amused.
Looking over at him, she raised a brow. “I was just going to have a little chat with him.”
“A little chat? I’ve been on the receiving end of your little chats. I’m performing a public service by keeping you from having one with him.” He turned and glared in the direction of the Dug, who didn’t seem to get the message and grinned back. Luke sighed. He turned again and pushed at the food on his plate, half finished.
Mara scoffed good naturedly then frowned at the defeated set of his shoulders. And suddenly she felt badly for Skywalker. He couldn’t even have a meal in public without the paparazzi bots following him, hounding him for his holo and asking invasive questions. It made him uncomfortable and Mara didn’t like that.
She was the only one that was allowed to make him uncomfortable.
The thought made her smirk. It was true that she enjoyed putting the Jedi off balance. Ever since he had given her his father’s lightsaber and she had felt it incumbent on her to lighten the mood, she had taken the chance to bait him. Of course, she never expected to be sharing a meal with him. Never expected to have shared meals with him in the past. But when she had run into him several days after their rooftop conversation and he has asked her if she had eaten yet, she had said ‘no’ before she could realize what she had done. Almost before she could realize what was happening they had found themselves in some hole in the wall eatery, talking about Mara’s new duties and Luke’s quest to reclaim the Jedi Temple. And then hours had passed. So many hours, in fact, that the serving droid asked them to leave, unless they were willing to pay for an evening meal. Luke had almost seemed tempted, but she had risen, shocked to have spent so long in his presence, without an agenda or galactic crisis on hand.
And now, here they were again, sharing another meal after running into one another in the corridors of the Palace. Only this time their presence had been noticed: more accurately, Luke’s presence had been noted. Coruscant’s holofilm industry had fled during the war and hadn’t really set-up shop again. War heroes were the new stars, Luke foremost of them, with his blond hair and bright grin. He was constantly dogged by them, though generally adept at shaking them off. Except tonight, of course.
Mara frowned again. Luke was different now than he had been just a few moments before, the carefree farmboy disappearing behind an invisible wall that he seemed to be erecting for the galaxy at large to view. She didn’t like it. “Look, Skywalker--”
His eyes met hers over the table. “Ready to call it an evening?”
“Yeah.” She tossed her napkin and a credchip on the table. She regarded him for a moment, at the resolute set to his shoulders. She sighed. “But you could come up to my place… it’s only a block away.”
“Yeah?” He stood, too, and tossed another chip on the table, covering his half of the meal.
“No, I was just talking to hear myself speak.” She headed toward the door of the restaurant and stepped out onto the skywalk.
“I knew it,” Luke’s voice came from behind her.
“Knew what?” She turned and found herself disconcerted to be so close to him, close enough to catch his warm scent. She breathed it in deeply before realizing what she was doing and exhaling sharply.
“That you like to talk to hear yourself speak.” He grinned, entirely too pleased with himself.
Mara rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the twitch of amusement at her mouth. “Careful or I’ll change my mind.”
“I’ll be very careful then.” His voice was low, intimate, and almost lost in the chaos of the crowds around them.
“Skywalker--” Her stomach was a jumbled mess, but she didn’t know what to say.
He leaned in even closer. “I’m going to go around to my place to throw them off guard. I’ll double back and be at your place in about twenty minutes.”
“I could make that walk in ten,” she said, just to rile him.
But a flash of his grin was the only reaction she saw as he turned and melded in with the crowd. She let out a sigh and turned to the paparazzo that had followed them out. “Must be a slow night if you’re following me.”
“Nothing to show for it.” He held up his broken camera.
“Ah, that’s too bad. You want a broken hand to go along with it?” The Dug’s eyes widened and he backed away. Mara half-smiled. It was good to threaten somebody who had a healthy respect for it.
*
Mara stalked through the door to her suite, eyes immediately tracking around the sparse furnishings to find anything out of place. The suite was just as she had left it, bare walls just darkening with the evening light. She stripped off her jacket and put it away, trying not to think about the fact that she had just invited Luke Skywalker to her apartment.
It was insane, this friendship that had sprung up between them. It had started as a grudging respect that was no longer quite so grudging. She did respect Luke. He was complicated and flawed but so inherently good that she sometimes had trouble believing he was for real. Even now that she knew he was for real she still had trouble with it.
Spending time with him was nice, though. She had to admit that to herself, even if she would rather be eviscerated than admit it to anyone else. He was amusing in a way she suspected most of the galaxy wouldn’t expect. He had a dark humor that was at odds with the sheer brightness he exuded and she found that she liked that dichotomy.
In her darkened kitchen Mara frowned, wondering if she should put on a pot of caf. She knew that Skywalker had a weakness for hot chocolate but she didn’t have any on hand. It was an expensive and exotic drink, and though she, too, liked chocolate, she preferred it in other forms. She decided to go with caf, if for no other reason than to give them something to do, and was just pulling the caf maker toward her on the counter when her door announcer rang. She could feel Luke’s overwhelming presence on the other side, and picked up a hint of urgency. Walking to the door, she palmed it open for him.
“Hey.” His grin was at odds with his urgency as he darted in the door.
“They still after you?” Mara shook her head at him, looking out into the hallway, expecting a crowd to be following him.
“Just dodged a few paparazzi bots,” he explained, shrugging out of his jacket as he sighed. “I’m not sure what’s so interesting about watching me walk from my suite to your apartment.”
Mara smirked. “That makes two of us.”
He rolled his eyes. “Cute,” he said, stealing her line. “Anyway, it’s…” He gestured as if to say ‘it’s over now’. And he seemed calmer now that he was in the apartment. Less on guard, his stance looser, freer. “Thanks for inviting me up.” His eyes tracked around the apartment. “I think you have the same floor plan as me.” He held out a bottle of wine. “For you.”
“You caught me right as I was going to put on caf,” she said, accepting the bottle. “But this looks better.” Her eyes widened as she read the label. “Stang, Skywalker! Do you know what this is?”
“Alderaanian Ruge.” He shrugged somewhat uncomfortably. “Leia gave it to me for a special occasion.”
“I would say so.” She thrust the bottle back at him. “Benduday at my apartment doesn’t count as a special occasion.”
“I’ve never been here before, so it’s special to me.” He made no move to take the bottle back.
“Do you understand how expensive this stuff is, Skywalker?”
“Mara.” His voice was quiet. “I want to share the wine with you, that’s why I brought it.”
She regarded him as the quiet moment lengthened between them. She took in his wind ruffled hair, and bright, earnest eyes. Any woman in the galaxy would kill to be in her place at that moment, to have Luke Skywalker in her apartment bearing an outrageously expensive bottle of wine. “Skywalker…” She trailed off, suddenly uncomfortable. Just what were they playing at? She felt the need to clarify. “This isn’t… I mean to say that this isn’t a--”
“A date?” He filled in for her, a hint of a smile playing at his lips.
She suddenly very much wanted to cream that smile off his face. “Right.” Taking a deep breath, she once more looked at the bottle. “But...I do want a drink.”
Luke grinned. “Me too.”
*
“So,” Luke said, leaning in to take the bottle back from her. His fingers lightly brushed hers and she stared at his hands as they moved away. She felt surreal, both at the tingle in her fingers from his light brush and at merely the fact that he was actually standing in her apartment. No one had ever been in her suite but her, and certainly the last person she ever expected to invite home was Luke Skywalker.
“So?” The repeated word sounded weak coming from her mouth and she cleared her throat to hide it.
He smiled. “I’ll open this if you want to get the glasses?”
“I thought we’d just pass the bottle.”
“…Really?”
Mara rolled her eyes heavenward. “Save me from farmboys,” she muttered. But she felt more balanced. Playful teasing had become a new norm for them, and she found that it was easy to use as a crutch if things became too awkward.
His cheeks had warmed, but he gave her that grin that the holoreporters so desperately wanted on their programming. “Just get the glasses, Jade.”
“Careful, buddy boy. You’re starting to sound snippy.” But she gave him a half-smile as she went into the kitchen.
“Can’t think where I learned that.”
He gave her an innocent look when she glared at him out of the kitchen door. She watched him fiddle with the cork on the bottle for a moment before rising up on her toes to reach for the only two wine goblets she owned. The glasses were further back than she thought and she pressed her body into the move, finally grasping them just as the pop of the bottle’s cork sounded behind her.
Along with, “Woah!”
She quickly turned to see Luke holding the bottle out in front of him, sticky trails of red hitting her carpet. Luke’s face matched the stain and she set the goblets on the counter a little harder than necessary. She hated a mess.
“Mara.” She looked up to find Luke staring at her, his cheeks still flushed. “I’m so sorry. I’ll clean it up for you or pay to have it done.” He gingerly took the bottle and rushed into the kitchen with it, fast enough not to leave a trail behind him.
Mara tried to tamp down her annoyance and picked up a dish towel. He hadn’t meant to spill the wine, after all. And one look at his red cheeks actually made her stomach twist slightly, in a feeling that she realized was one of compassion. She mentally rolled her eyes. Skywalker really was rubbing off on her. She reached out a hand and brushed his this time, taking the bottle from him and wiping it clean. “Don’t worry about it.” At his stunned look, she puffed out a laugh. “Seriously. I have a droid that can clean it.” She poured two glasses of the ruby dark liquid and held one out to him.
He seemed relieved and reached to take it, but she pulled it back slightly at the last minute. “Can I trust you with this on the carpet?”
He laughed, his stance easing and the embarrassment falling from his face. “I’ll be a good boy.”
“Promises, promises,” Mara mocked, handing him the glass. She gestured for him to head out into the living room, and smirked as he gingerly stepped over the stain. She’d be holding that over his head for a long time to come.
*
An hour later found most of the bottle of Ruge consumed, but Mara reached for it to pour herself another half a glass. “You’ll have to thank Leia for this gift.”
“Already done.”
“I meant from me.” Mara rolled her eyes at him.
“Mara Jade does ‘thank yous’?” Luke said with feigned incredulity.
“Well, not for you...”
Luke laughed and took a sip from his glass. She shifted on the leg underneath her as she contemplated him, wondering what to say next. The last hour had been interesting, hearing stories from him of the Rebellion and of flying in Rogue Squadron. She had listened to him, not speaking much, genuinely interested. She had only known a spin of his life for so long that it was fascinating to hear how actual events had unfolded.
As she regarded him she realized that he looked good in the low light of her living room. Better than good. His hair gleamed in the dull light, and the shadow brought his strong jaw into stark relief. She tried to drag her eyes away, but found that they kept straying back. She watched as he took one last sip of his wine and followed the line of his throat, watching it work with his swallow. Suddenly her mouth was a little dry. She licked at her lips distractedly, disconcerted at her reaction.
“...morning?”
“Hm?” Mara drug her attention from his throat, forcing herself to look into his eyes. He had asked a question. She tracked backward in her mind. “Oh, an Alliance meeting in the morning?” No, not tomorrow.”
“Good.” He grinned that wide grin of his, and her stomach twisted again, but not from compassion this time. “I’m having a great time, Mara. I’m really glad you invited me up.”
“I...me too,” she admitted, surprised to find that she wasn’t surprised she felt that way.
His eyes lit up, and he licked moisture from his lower lip. Her eyes locked with his and a charge ran through her. Luke apparently noticed it, too, because he broke the gaze awkwardly and focused instead on his newly empty goblet. “Oh,” he said, picking it up. “Is there any left?”
Mara glanced at the bottle, situated about halfway between them on the caf table. Almost as if she could see future events unfolding, she knew that if she reached for the bottle that he would, too, and their hands would meet. She would then look into his eyes and... She didn’t want to overthink it. Her life had been judged by what needed to be done for so long now. She suddenly found that all she really wanted to do was feel.
Almost as if propelled and with blood pounding in her ears, she reached forward, grasping the bottle by the neck just as Luke’s hand reached for it, too, as she had known he would. His hand closed momentarily over hers and Mara gasped at the light touch. She stared at the bottle for a moment, knowing what she would see when she looked up.
Sure enough, intense blue eyes were trained on her and she met them with her own steady gaze. The atmosphere in the room had changed, and Mara’s voice seemed far too loud when she dropped her gaze to his lips and spoke. “Luke?”
She wasn’t exactly sure what she was asking. She watched his bottom lip as it parted from the upper one to answer her, but suddenly she wasn’t interested in hearing what he had to say. There was a whole new question she wanted to ask, in a very different way. She pulled her hand from under his on the bottle, pushing it out of the way. She raised her hand hesitantly to his cheek, wondering at herself and at what she was doing. But she didn’t want to stop.
And then she didn’t want to think any longer as she bridged the distance between them and answered her question by kissing him.
*
He stiffened for a moment, drawing back almost instinctively. His lips were moist from the Ruge, so soft under hers. She tilted her head just slightly to apply more pressure and Luke’s hesitation melted. His lips slanted back, sliding over hers with a sensuous brush that sent a shiver of anticipation through her body. Her fingers combed their way into his hair, and he sighed against her, his lips parting just slightly so that the hint of moisture met her mouth.
The blood was still roaring in her ears, but the tingling in her body made up for it. She had wanted to feel and he was making that happen, even with a kiss that was still very much innocent. Luke’s arm came to rest around her waist and he pulled her closer, falling back onto the couch arm and taking her with him. She pulled back just slightly to look down at him, finding a heated gaze staring back at her. His mouth opened as if he were going to ask her something, ask her what they were doing. But this time his gaze dropped to her mouth and he seemed to think better of it. This time, he kissed her.
It started off the same as the other kiss, alluring but innocent, their lips learning the contours and feel of each other. With a tiny moan, Mara sought to part his lips, to deepen the kiss. She wasn’t disappointed because Luke immediately granted her unspoken request and met her tongue with his. The kiss went from soft and innocent to aggressive and sexual almost before Mara realized what was happening.
She sighed into his mouth and sucked at his tongue, shifting to straddle him. His hands plunged into her hair as the kiss continued. He pulled away with a ragged gasp and moved her head so that his lips could follow her jaw, nibbling slightly until he reached her ear. He tongued the lobe just slightly and Mara’s entire body reacted, her nipples tightening into tight furls. She moaned aloud before she could stop herself and the moan seemed to break Skywalker’s stride. he paused and breathed slightly into her ear before speaking quietly. “Is this really happening, Mara?”
Her mind was blank of any answers. She knew what he was really asking, but she didn’t want to think of morning afters, of regrets or recriminations. She still wanted to feel...and now, to touch. Her only answer was to trace his full lips with her finger, trailing it over his chin to drop to his chest, wandering over the muscled contours hidden by his black tunic. She wandered down his chest and pushed up his shirt, eyeing the golden skin above the band of his trousers, thinking abstractedly that she had never thought to see his navel. She brushed her fingers there and he shivered slightly, reaching down to grab her arms and pull her into another heated kiss.
Their tongues met immediately this time, a seeming fight for dominance taking place as Luke tried to pull her down on top of him and she tried to remain hovering above him. The wet slide of their lips and their harsh breath was the only sound in the quiet room as they continued to vie for dominance, and Mara thought of how apt that was, since their very first meetings had been steeped in a battle of sorts, though it was far more gratifying this time to have Luke ‘striking’ back... Her lower body brushed downward against him, and she could feel him then, hardening against her. She rocked against him, encouraging him and the damp heat between her own legs.
He moaned into her mouth and the sound startled her, giving her clarity that she was missing before. She remembered just who she was kissing and just what he was doing to her and what could occur between them if things continued as they were. She abruptly pulled away from him, gasping for breath.
“I can’t do this,” she panted, pushing back on the couch, away from him. She breathed hard from her mouth and tried not to think about the fact that she had been the aggressor.
“Why not?” He looked dazed, his mouth swollen and his shirt still riding up where she had uncovered his stomach. And below that...her cheeks blazed to think about what was below his belt.
“Why… why not? Stars, Skywalker, I wanted to murder you not so long ago.”
But Luke wasn’t falling for her attempt to unbalance him. He moved his hand to cup her shoulder, instead. Leaning in, he breathed warm breath against her lips. His voice dropped to a whisper. “What about now?” He brushed his mouth carefully across hers again. “Do you want to kill me now?”
Mara pushed him back so that she could regard him, fully intending to tell him that yes; he was still on her hit list, when she noticed the deepening color of his eyes, the challenge there in those blue depths. She realized then that he knew what she was doing and didn’t intend to let her do it. And beyond all of that, she realized that the thrum in her body meant that she still wanted to feel.
“I’ll kill you later,” she murmured, making her choice and kissing him again.
He pulled away and chuckled lowly, the sound so intimate and foreign coming from him that she shivered. “I’ll keep that in mind...”
But to Mara the intimate tone of his voice, though sexy, was dangerous, and hinted at something more between them. If they were going to do this, she wanted it to be raw and quick, to ease her need without adding to her burden. She sat up and pulled her top off without ceremony, gratified to see the flash of heat in his eyes as he took in her form. She might have kept going and removed the rest of her clothing, but Skywalker grabbed her by the upper arms, kissing her roughly as he pulled her tightly against him. He moaned into her mouth, the sound hungry as the kiss turned wet, and she whimpered at the hot ache that now pounded between her legs.
She ran her nails up under his shirt, tracing them over the lines of his back, sucking on his tongue, taking in the hint of Ruge still there in his mouth. Tracking her fingers around his body, she caressed his stomach and grew frustrated, tugging at his shirt. He broke their kiss and pulled the offending garment off quickly, pushing her back onto the couch to kiss his way down her neck and collarbone. She arched up with a gasp, holding his head as he neared the curve of her breast, straining against her bra. She watched as he licked his lips and then looked up at her, a question in his eyes.
“Mara..?” He let her name hang there between them as he fingered the strap of her bra.
“If I was going to tell you no, Farmboy, I wouldn’t have let you get this far.” She smirked at him and reached in between her breasts to snap the clasp.
He flashed a grin but it fell from his face as he looked at her breasts, and Mara found herself flush with heat as he nuzzled one peak and then the other. He nipped at her and she cried out, pressing herself further into him. He took the hint and sucked a sensitive nipple deep into his mouth, batting at it with his tongue and groaning in pleasure as if the taste of her was almost too much for him to bear.
Mara looked up at her ceiling. He was savoring her and that put them back on shaky ground...She knew she should stop this but the ache between her legs, hotter and more demanding than it had ever been, would not let her. She grabbed his face and kissed him hard, trailing her hands down his chest to finger his belt. “I need you,” she gasped out, the words true, if surreal. She palmed the heat of him through his pants, moaning as he pulsed in her hand. “And it feels like you need me, too...” She let her hair fall over her eye and smirked up at him.
“Oh, Mara,” he ground out, cupping her breasts in his hands and rubbing her nipples. “I do...I’ve wanted this for so long. I just didn’t know if...” he trailed off, letting his fingers trail also as they traced up her chest and down over her arms. He pushed back off of her and grabbed her hands to help her sit up. “I mean... I didn’t know if you--”
Wanted me, too. The words were unspoken between them, but they caused that ache in her belly to come back. She bit her lip and decided to deal with the ache she was more familiar with. She let her bra fall from her arms, and then cupped his cheek. “I’ve already told you that I needed you...” She took his hand and placed it between her legs. He immediately rasped his fingers against the heat of her and she moaned, pushing against him.
“We need more room,” he whispered.
She shook her head in disagreement. “There’s nothing wrong with right here.” She stood up and unbuttoned her pants. “Unless you don’t like it here...?” She dropped the pants, stepping out of them and her shoes.
He stood, too. “Here’s good.” Bending to remove his boots, he placed a soft kiss right above her panties and Mara gasped.
He stood back to his full height and reached for his belt buckle, but Mara stopped him. “Let me...” She kissed the hollow of his throat as she worked his belt, tossing it to the floor as she fingered the button of his trousers. Placing kisses against his sweat dampened skin, she knelt in front of him to pull the pants and his underwear down over his straining member, trying to to think about the unreality of seeing Luke Skywalker’s cock, because that thought positively blew her mind.
The pants hit the carpet with a dull thud and she was left staring at him, completely nude. She wet her lips and looked up into his eyes, reaching out a finger to run up the hot length of him.
...end part 1...
jedimara77's beta-gift for being so patient and wonderful to beta my fic, Echoes of Always. Without her it would have been a mess of run-on sentences and it wouldn't have been quite as awesome, so thank you so much, lady!! This is the story of AU L/M from EoA's first 'date'... the night Mara mentions to 'our' Luke in chapter 16. The night when AU Luke spilled wine on her rug. There was apparently a whole lot more that happened that night that AU Mara didn't tell Luke... >:) I hope you enjoy! Based, in part, on this HOT manip that
taramidala made, entitled Wine. Thanks for the awesome inspiration, gal!!It was the flash that alerted them. Discrete and almost imperceptible, it originated from a corner booth, and two sets of eyes were immediately tracking the sleemo that had taken the shot.
Luke Skywalker sighed and waved his hand just slightly in the photog’s direction. “That should take care of it, I think.” He smiled ruefully at his dinner partner. “I’m sorry about that, Mara.”
Mara Jade rolled her eyes. “You were sorry the first three times,” she said. “Now I think it’s time for them to be sorry.” She started to push up from the table.
“Mara.” Luke’s voice was mild, if amused.
Looking over at him, she raised a brow. “I was just going to have a little chat with him.”
“A little chat? I’ve been on the receiving end of your little chats. I’m performing a public service by keeping you from having one with him.” He turned and glared in the direction of the Dug, who didn’t seem to get the message and grinned back. Luke sighed. He turned again and pushed at the food on his plate, half finished.
Mara scoffed good naturedly then frowned at the defeated set of his shoulders. And suddenly she felt badly for Skywalker. He couldn’t even have a meal in public without the paparazzi bots following him, hounding him for his holo and asking invasive questions. It made him uncomfortable and Mara didn’t like that.
She was the only one that was allowed to make him uncomfortable.
The thought made her smirk. It was true that she enjoyed putting the Jedi off balance. Ever since he had given her his father’s lightsaber and she had felt it incumbent on her to lighten the mood, she had taken the chance to bait him. Of course, she never expected to be sharing a meal with him. Never expected to have shared meals with him in the past. But when she had run into him several days after their rooftop conversation and he has asked her if she had eaten yet, she had said ‘no’ before she could realize what she had done. Almost before she could realize what was happening they had found themselves in some hole in the wall eatery, talking about Mara’s new duties and Luke’s quest to reclaim the Jedi Temple. And then hours had passed. So many hours, in fact, that the serving droid asked them to leave, unless they were willing to pay for an evening meal. Luke had almost seemed tempted, but she had risen, shocked to have spent so long in his presence, without an agenda or galactic crisis on hand.
And now, here they were again, sharing another meal after running into one another in the corridors of the Palace. Only this time their presence had been noticed: more accurately, Luke’s presence had been noted. Coruscant’s holofilm industry had fled during the war and hadn’t really set-up shop again. War heroes were the new stars, Luke foremost of them, with his blond hair and bright grin. He was constantly dogged by them, though generally adept at shaking them off. Except tonight, of course.
Mara frowned again. Luke was different now than he had been just a few moments before, the carefree farmboy disappearing behind an invisible wall that he seemed to be erecting for the galaxy at large to view. She didn’t like it. “Look, Skywalker--”
His eyes met hers over the table. “Ready to call it an evening?”
“Yeah.” She tossed her napkin and a credchip on the table. She regarded him for a moment, at the resolute set to his shoulders. She sighed. “But you could come up to my place… it’s only a block away.”
“Yeah?” He stood, too, and tossed another chip on the table, covering his half of the meal.
“No, I was just talking to hear myself speak.” She headed toward the door of the restaurant and stepped out onto the skywalk.
“I knew it,” Luke’s voice came from behind her.
“Knew what?” She turned and found herself disconcerted to be so close to him, close enough to catch his warm scent. She breathed it in deeply before realizing what she was doing and exhaling sharply.
“That you like to talk to hear yourself speak.” He grinned, entirely too pleased with himself.
Mara rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the twitch of amusement at her mouth. “Careful or I’ll change my mind.”
“I’ll be very careful then.” His voice was low, intimate, and almost lost in the chaos of the crowds around them.
“Skywalker--” Her stomach was a jumbled mess, but she didn’t know what to say.
He leaned in even closer. “I’m going to go around to my place to throw them off guard. I’ll double back and be at your place in about twenty minutes.”
“I could make that walk in ten,” she said, just to rile him.
But a flash of his grin was the only reaction she saw as he turned and melded in with the crowd. She let out a sigh and turned to the paparazzo that had followed them out. “Must be a slow night if you’re following me.”
“Nothing to show for it.” He held up his broken camera.
“Ah, that’s too bad. You want a broken hand to go along with it?” The Dug’s eyes widened and he backed away. Mara half-smiled. It was good to threaten somebody who had a healthy respect for it.
*
Mara stalked through the door to her suite, eyes immediately tracking around the sparse furnishings to find anything out of place. The suite was just as she had left it, bare walls just darkening with the evening light. She stripped off her jacket and put it away, trying not to think about the fact that she had just invited Luke Skywalker to her apartment.
It was insane, this friendship that had sprung up between them. It had started as a grudging respect that was no longer quite so grudging. She did respect Luke. He was complicated and flawed but so inherently good that she sometimes had trouble believing he was for real. Even now that she knew he was for real she still had trouble with it.
Spending time with him was nice, though. She had to admit that to herself, even if she would rather be eviscerated than admit it to anyone else. He was amusing in a way she suspected most of the galaxy wouldn’t expect. He had a dark humor that was at odds with the sheer brightness he exuded and she found that she liked that dichotomy.
In her darkened kitchen Mara frowned, wondering if she should put on a pot of caf. She knew that Skywalker had a weakness for hot chocolate but she didn’t have any on hand. It was an expensive and exotic drink, and though she, too, liked chocolate, she preferred it in other forms. She decided to go with caf, if for no other reason than to give them something to do, and was just pulling the caf maker toward her on the counter when her door announcer rang. She could feel Luke’s overwhelming presence on the other side, and picked up a hint of urgency. Walking to the door, she palmed it open for him.
“Hey.” His grin was at odds with his urgency as he darted in the door.
“They still after you?” Mara shook her head at him, looking out into the hallway, expecting a crowd to be following him.
“Just dodged a few paparazzi bots,” he explained, shrugging out of his jacket as he sighed. “I’m not sure what’s so interesting about watching me walk from my suite to your apartment.”
Mara smirked. “That makes two of us.”
He rolled his eyes. “Cute,” he said, stealing her line. “Anyway, it’s…” He gestured as if to say ‘it’s over now’. And he seemed calmer now that he was in the apartment. Less on guard, his stance looser, freer. “Thanks for inviting me up.” His eyes tracked around the apartment. “I think you have the same floor plan as me.” He held out a bottle of wine. “For you.”
“You caught me right as I was going to put on caf,” she said, accepting the bottle. “But this looks better.” Her eyes widened as she read the label. “Stang, Skywalker! Do you know what this is?”
“Alderaanian Ruge.” He shrugged somewhat uncomfortably. “Leia gave it to me for a special occasion.”
“I would say so.” She thrust the bottle back at him. “Benduday at my apartment doesn’t count as a special occasion.”
“I’ve never been here before, so it’s special to me.” He made no move to take the bottle back.
“Do you understand how expensive this stuff is, Skywalker?”
“Mara.” His voice was quiet. “I want to share the wine with you, that’s why I brought it.”
She regarded him as the quiet moment lengthened between them. She took in his wind ruffled hair, and bright, earnest eyes. Any woman in the galaxy would kill to be in her place at that moment, to have Luke Skywalker in her apartment bearing an outrageously expensive bottle of wine. “Skywalker…” She trailed off, suddenly uncomfortable. Just what were they playing at? She felt the need to clarify. “This isn’t… I mean to say that this isn’t a--”
“A date?” He filled in for her, a hint of a smile playing at his lips.
She suddenly very much wanted to cream that smile off his face. “Right.” Taking a deep breath, she once more looked at the bottle. “But...I do want a drink.”
Luke grinned. “Me too.”
*
“So,” Luke said, leaning in to take the bottle back from her. His fingers lightly brushed hers and she stared at his hands as they moved away. She felt surreal, both at the tingle in her fingers from his light brush and at merely the fact that he was actually standing in her apartment. No one had ever been in her suite but her, and certainly the last person she ever expected to invite home was Luke Skywalker.
“So?” The repeated word sounded weak coming from her mouth and she cleared her throat to hide it.
He smiled. “I’ll open this if you want to get the glasses?”
“I thought we’d just pass the bottle.”
“…Really?”
Mara rolled her eyes heavenward. “Save me from farmboys,” she muttered. But she felt more balanced. Playful teasing had become a new norm for them, and she found that it was easy to use as a crutch if things became too awkward.
His cheeks had warmed, but he gave her that grin that the holoreporters so desperately wanted on their programming. “Just get the glasses, Jade.”
“Careful, buddy boy. You’re starting to sound snippy.” But she gave him a half-smile as she went into the kitchen.
“Can’t think where I learned that.”
He gave her an innocent look when she glared at him out of the kitchen door. She watched him fiddle with the cork on the bottle for a moment before rising up on her toes to reach for the only two wine goblets she owned. The glasses were further back than she thought and she pressed her body into the move, finally grasping them just as the pop of the bottle’s cork sounded behind her.
Along with, “Woah!”
She quickly turned to see Luke holding the bottle out in front of him, sticky trails of red hitting her carpet. Luke’s face matched the stain and she set the goblets on the counter a little harder than necessary. She hated a mess.
“Mara.” She looked up to find Luke staring at her, his cheeks still flushed. “I’m so sorry. I’ll clean it up for you or pay to have it done.” He gingerly took the bottle and rushed into the kitchen with it, fast enough not to leave a trail behind him.
Mara tried to tamp down her annoyance and picked up a dish towel. He hadn’t meant to spill the wine, after all. And one look at his red cheeks actually made her stomach twist slightly, in a feeling that she realized was one of compassion. She mentally rolled her eyes. Skywalker really was rubbing off on her. She reached out a hand and brushed his this time, taking the bottle from him and wiping it clean. “Don’t worry about it.” At his stunned look, she puffed out a laugh. “Seriously. I have a droid that can clean it.” She poured two glasses of the ruby dark liquid and held one out to him.
He seemed relieved and reached to take it, but she pulled it back slightly at the last minute. “Can I trust you with this on the carpet?”
He laughed, his stance easing and the embarrassment falling from his face. “I’ll be a good boy.”
“Promises, promises,” Mara mocked, handing him the glass. She gestured for him to head out into the living room, and smirked as he gingerly stepped over the stain. She’d be holding that over his head for a long time to come.
*
An hour later found most of the bottle of Ruge consumed, but Mara reached for it to pour herself another half a glass. “You’ll have to thank Leia for this gift.”
“Already done.”
“I meant from me.” Mara rolled her eyes at him.
“Mara Jade does ‘thank yous’?” Luke said with feigned incredulity.
“Well, not for you...”
Luke laughed and took a sip from his glass. She shifted on the leg underneath her as she contemplated him, wondering what to say next. The last hour had been interesting, hearing stories from him of the Rebellion and of flying in Rogue Squadron. She had listened to him, not speaking much, genuinely interested. She had only known a spin of his life for so long that it was fascinating to hear how actual events had unfolded.
As she regarded him she realized that he looked good in the low light of her living room. Better than good. His hair gleamed in the dull light, and the shadow brought his strong jaw into stark relief. She tried to drag her eyes away, but found that they kept straying back. She watched as he took one last sip of his wine and followed the line of his throat, watching it work with his swallow. Suddenly her mouth was a little dry. She licked at her lips distractedly, disconcerted at her reaction.
“...morning?”
“Hm?” Mara drug her attention from his throat, forcing herself to look into his eyes. He had asked a question. She tracked backward in her mind. “Oh, an Alliance meeting in the morning?” No, not tomorrow.”
“Good.” He grinned that wide grin of his, and her stomach twisted again, but not from compassion this time. “I’m having a great time, Mara. I’m really glad you invited me up.”
“I...me too,” she admitted, surprised to find that she wasn’t surprised she felt that way.
His eyes lit up, and he licked moisture from his lower lip. Her eyes locked with his and a charge ran through her. Luke apparently noticed it, too, because he broke the gaze awkwardly and focused instead on his newly empty goblet. “Oh,” he said, picking it up. “Is there any left?”
Mara glanced at the bottle, situated about halfway between them on the caf table. Almost as if she could see future events unfolding, she knew that if she reached for the bottle that he would, too, and their hands would meet. She would then look into his eyes and... She didn’t want to overthink it. Her life had been judged by what needed to be done for so long now. She suddenly found that all she really wanted to do was feel.
Almost as if propelled and with blood pounding in her ears, she reached forward, grasping the bottle by the neck just as Luke’s hand reached for it, too, as she had known he would. His hand closed momentarily over hers and Mara gasped at the light touch. She stared at the bottle for a moment, knowing what she would see when she looked up.
Sure enough, intense blue eyes were trained on her and she met them with her own steady gaze. The atmosphere in the room had changed, and Mara’s voice seemed far too loud when she dropped her gaze to his lips and spoke. “Luke?”
She wasn’t exactly sure what she was asking. She watched his bottom lip as it parted from the upper one to answer her, but suddenly she wasn’t interested in hearing what he had to say. There was a whole new question she wanted to ask, in a very different way. She pulled her hand from under his on the bottle, pushing it out of the way. She raised her hand hesitantly to his cheek, wondering at herself and at what she was doing. But she didn’t want to stop.
And then she didn’t want to think any longer as she bridged the distance between them and answered her question by kissing him.
*
He stiffened for a moment, drawing back almost instinctively. His lips were moist from the Ruge, so soft under hers. She tilted her head just slightly to apply more pressure and Luke’s hesitation melted. His lips slanted back, sliding over hers with a sensuous brush that sent a shiver of anticipation through her body. Her fingers combed their way into his hair, and he sighed against her, his lips parting just slightly so that the hint of moisture met her mouth.
The blood was still roaring in her ears, but the tingling in her body made up for it. She had wanted to feel and he was making that happen, even with a kiss that was still very much innocent. Luke’s arm came to rest around her waist and he pulled her closer, falling back onto the couch arm and taking her with him. She pulled back just slightly to look down at him, finding a heated gaze staring back at her. His mouth opened as if he were going to ask her something, ask her what they were doing. But this time his gaze dropped to her mouth and he seemed to think better of it. This time, he kissed her.
It started off the same as the other kiss, alluring but innocent, their lips learning the contours and feel of each other. With a tiny moan, Mara sought to part his lips, to deepen the kiss. She wasn’t disappointed because Luke immediately granted her unspoken request and met her tongue with his. The kiss went from soft and innocent to aggressive and sexual almost before Mara realized what was happening.
She sighed into his mouth and sucked at his tongue, shifting to straddle him. His hands plunged into her hair as the kiss continued. He pulled away with a ragged gasp and moved her head so that his lips could follow her jaw, nibbling slightly until he reached her ear. He tongued the lobe just slightly and Mara’s entire body reacted, her nipples tightening into tight furls. She moaned aloud before she could stop herself and the moan seemed to break Skywalker’s stride. he paused and breathed slightly into her ear before speaking quietly. “Is this really happening, Mara?”
Her mind was blank of any answers. She knew what he was really asking, but she didn’t want to think of morning afters, of regrets or recriminations. She still wanted to feel...and now, to touch. Her only answer was to trace his full lips with her finger, trailing it over his chin to drop to his chest, wandering over the muscled contours hidden by his black tunic. She wandered down his chest and pushed up his shirt, eyeing the golden skin above the band of his trousers, thinking abstractedly that she had never thought to see his navel. She brushed her fingers there and he shivered slightly, reaching down to grab her arms and pull her into another heated kiss.
Their tongues met immediately this time, a seeming fight for dominance taking place as Luke tried to pull her down on top of him and she tried to remain hovering above him. The wet slide of their lips and their harsh breath was the only sound in the quiet room as they continued to vie for dominance, and Mara thought of how apt that was, since their very first meetings had been steeped in a battle of sorts, though it was far more gratifying this time to have Luke ‘striking’ back... Her lower body brushed downward against him, and she could feel him then, hardening against her. She rocked against him, encouraging him and the damp heat between her own legs.
He moaned into her mouth and the sound startled her, giving her clarity that she was missing before. She remembered just who she was kissing and just what he was doing to her and what could occur between them if things continued as they were. She abruptly pulled away from him, gasping for breath.
“I can’t do this,” she panted, pushing back on the couch, away from him. She breathed hard from her mouth and tried not to think about the fact that she had been the aggressor.
“Why not?” He looked dazed, his mouth swollen and his shirt still riding up where she had uncovered his stomach. And below that...her cheeks blazed to think about what was below his belt.
“Why… why not? Stars, Skywalker, I wanted to murder you not so long ago.”
But Luke wasn’t falling for her attempt to unbalance him. He moved his hand to cup her shoulder, instead. Leaning in, he breathed warm breath against her lips. His voice dropped to a whisper. “What about now?” He brushed his mouth carefully across hers again. “Do you want to kill me now?”
Mara pushed him back so that she could regard him, fully intending to tell him that yes; he was still on her hit list, when she noticed the deepening color of his eyes, the challenge there in those blue depths. She realized then that he knew what she was doing and didn’t intend to let her do it. And beyond all of that, she realized that the thrum in her body meant that she still wanted to feel.
“I’ll kill you later,” she murmured, making her choice and kissing him again.
He pulled away and chuckled lowly, the sound so intimate and foreign coming from him that she shivered. “I’ll keep that in mind...”
But to Mara the intimate tone of his voice, though sexy, was dangerous, and hinted at something more between them. If they were going to do this, she wanted it to be raw and quick, to ease her need without adding to her burden. She sat up and pulled her top off without ceremony, gratified to see the flash of heat in his eyes as he took in her form. She might have kept going and removed the rest of her clothing, but Skywalker grabbed her by the upper arms, kissing her roughly as he pulled her tightly against him. He moaned into her mouth, the sound hungry as the kiss turned wet, and she whimpered at the hot ache that now pounded between her legs.
She ran her nails up under his shirt, tracing them over the lines of his back, sucking on his tongue, taking in the hint of Ruge still there in his mouth. Tracking her fingers around his body, she caressed his stomach and grew frustrated, tugging at his shirt. He broke their kiss and pulled the offending garment off quickly, pushing her back onto the couch to kiss his way down her neck and collarbone. She arched up with a gasp, holding his head as he neared the curve of her breast, straining against her bra. She watched as he licked his lips and then looked up at her, a question in his eyes.
“Mara..?” He let her name hang there between them as he fingered the strap of her bra.
“If I was going to tell you no, Farmboy, I wouldn’t have let you get this far.” She smirked at him and reached in between her breasts to snap the clasp.
He flashed a grin but it fell from his face as he looked at her breasts, and Mara found herself flush with heat as he nuzzled one peak and then the other. He nipped at her and she cried out, pressing herself further into him. He took the hint and sucked a sensitive nipple deep into his mouth, batting at it with his tongue and groaning in pleasure as if the taste of her was almost too much for him to bear.
Mara looked up at her ceiling. He was savoring her and that put them back on shaky ground...She knew she should stop this but the ache between her legs, hotter and more demanding than it had ever been, would not let her. She grabbed his face and kissed him hard, trailing her hands down his chest to finger his belt. “I need you,” she gasped out, the words true, if surreal. She palmed the heat of him through his pants, moaning as he pulsed in her hand. “And it feels like you need me, too...” She let her hair fall over her eye and smirked up at him.
“Oh, Mara,” he ground out, cupping her breasts in his hands and rubbing her nipples. “I do...I’ve wanted this for so long. I just didn’t know if...” he trailed off, letting his fingers trail also as they traced up her chest and down over her arms. He pushed back off of her and grabbed her hands to help her sit up. “I mean... I didn’t know if you--”
Wanted me, too. The words were unspoken between them, but they caused that ache in her belly to come back. She bit her lip and decided to deal with the ache she was more familiar with. She let her bra fall from her arms, and then cupped his cheek. “I’ve already told you that I needed you...” She took his hand and placed it between her legs. He immediately rasped his fingers against the heat of her and she moaned, pushing against him.
“We need more room,” he whispered.
She shook her head in disagreement. “There’s nothing wrong with right here.” She stood up and unbuttoned her pants. “Unless you don’t like it here...?” She dropped the pants, stepping out of them and her shoes.
He stood, too. “Here’s good.” Bending to remove his boots, he placed a soft kiss right above her panties and Mara gasped.
He stood back to his full height and reached for his belt buckle, but Mara stopped him. “Let me...” She kissed the hollow of his throat as she worked his belt, tossing it to the floor as she fingered the button of his trousers. Placing kisses against his sweat dampened skin, she knelt in front of him to pull the pants and his underwear down over his straining member, trying to to think about the unreality of seeing Luke Skywalker’s cock, because that thought positively blew her mind.
The pants hit the carpet with a dull thud and she was left staring at him, completely nude. She wet her lips and looked up into his eyes, reaching out a finger to run up the hot length of him.
...end part 1...
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Date: 2012-05-11 08:11 pm (UTC)On to part 2...
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Date: 2012-07-01 03:08 pm (UTC)“I’ll kill you later,” she murmured, making her choice and kissing him again.
He pulled away and chuckled lowly, the sound so intimate and foreign coming from him that she shivered. “I’ll keep that in mind...”
Loved ALL!!! but that maybe in particular! Good desicion, good desicion...
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