Ruge - L/M - NC-17 - Part 2
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lukeandmaraLJ is dumb and wouldn't let me post it all as one. So here' s the rest of the smut! ;)
And that’s when he snapped.
He grasped her again by the upper arms and pushed her back down onto the couch and their lips and hands and teeth were everywhere. Mara kissed her way down the column of his neck, scratching her nails down his back as he turned the kisses back on her, pushing her down below him. She squirmed and rocked against him, crying out as his heavy length rested against her slit, the pounding there reaching a fever pitch.
He pushed against her in a, kissing her as they rocked together. But it wasn’t enough and Luke reached between them to tug at her underwear. “Mara...”
Pushing him up, she stood on shaky legs to remove the last physical barrier between them. He was panting lightly, stroking himself as he watched her, and the throb in her clit tripled to see him doing something so intimately sexy. She could tell that he assumed she would get back under him on the couch, but she gave him a smirk instead, climbing onto the couch and bracing herself on the arm of it, presenting her back to him. She spread her legs wide and leaned forward before turning to look at him. She purposefully glanced down at the jutting evidence of his arousal. “You up for it?” Pushing her ass out, she made it clear just what she meant.
She expected hesitance, but he was behind her, kissing her neck before she could appreciate the moment. The length of him nestled against her bottom. He squirmed against her with a low moan before reaching between them to guide himself. “You’re sure?” His breath tickled her ear. “I mean, I’m protected--”
“I assumed,” she gritted out. She pushed back against him, a tiny scream working out of her throat when the head of him nudged her opening. “Do it,” she hissed, rubbing her wetness against the reaching tip. “Do it now.”
Hesitation gone, he pushed up and in with a full-on growl of pleasure. She gasped, digging her nails into the arm of her couch. “Oh,” she moaned, as he slid fully in. “Oh.”
Luke’s knees dug into the couch behind her, and he grasped her hips as he began to move. He brushed her hair from her back with his hands, and kissed his way up her spine, and Mara bit her lip to keep from crying out as he continued his thrusts, gaining purchase and finding a rhythm, one leg falling to the floor for balance.
The force of his thrusts sent her moving against the arm of the couch, the friction behind and in front of her drawing her mind into a state of pleasure, her thoughts consumed with it. The thrusts came faster and faster, and she hung on for the ride, finally loosing a cry as the pressure grew to be overwhelming. “Keep going,” she urged him, reaching up to grasp her breasts.
“Almost there,” he ground out, pushing her forward onto the arm of the couch. “Almost... Mara... Oh, Mara....”
He was so hard inside of her, commanding and overwhelming on top of her. And she didn’t want him to stop but she wanted that release. She squirmed and moved with him, trying to find that feeling so so desperately craved.
He seemed to know what she needed and pulled her up quickly with a cry. She grunted as cold air hit her superheated body but didn’t have time to focus on it. His right hand left her hip and delved in between her legs, touching her right where she needed him. She screamed, at the barely there touch to her clit and collapsed back against him, coming in trembling bursts. She quaked and shivered, breathing hard as Luke thrust one last time to find his own completion, a moan of pure pleasure puffing out from his lips.
She was still breathing hard when it happened. She was trying to recapture her mind and her body, as both seemed to have abandoned her, when suddenly she felt a mergence of her mind with Luke’s, and she knew then his pleasure, his satisfaction, his want of her... and it felt so good and so right and so....
Mara Jade didn’t do scared.
She gasped but not from pleasure this time, yanking her mind back into her own self. She was panting for breath and knew her eyes were wide, but she was not scared. She was livid.
“What the fuck was that?” She rounded on Luke. “What did you do to me?”
He looked like he’d been slapped, and not just because of the flushed color in his cheeks. “What did I...? Mara, that was amazing...” He was gasping for breath, looking tired but elated and in awe of what had just occurred.
She swallowed hard, finding the look on his face too naked and exposed for her to handle. “I can’t do this.”
“What?”
Still, she didn’t look at him. She wrapped her arms around her chest, instead. “I need you to leave.”
“Leave?” He tried to use his finger to lift her chin. “Mara, talk to me. After what we’ve just experienced I would think that you could at least do that.”
She made a great show of looking at him, trying to ignore his naked shoulders and the hurt in his eyes. “I’m speaking but you’re not listening. Please leave.” She felt itchy and strange and ready for him to go. “Skywalker...”
He sighed. “You’re scared.”
“I’m not going to let you bait me. Just, just go.”
“Bait you?” Luke sighed. “Mara, I just want to talk to you.”
“And I just want you to leave, Skywalker.” She stood from the couch and reached for her pants. She grabbed up his clothing and thrust it at him.
He took the clothes, but didn’t put them on. He touched her arm instead. “Mara--”
She jerked her arm back. “Skywalker,” she clenched her fingers into a fist and looked up into his face. “Please...”
The tension melted from his face with her words, replaced by that look of compassion that usually drove her mad. But seeing it now, so at odds with his naked body, only made her stomach jumble into those confusing knots again.
His hand cupped her cheek and his thumb rubbed against her cheekbone. “Please don’t shut me out, Mara. We’ve become friends and... I’d really hate to lose that.”
Mara puffed out a laugh. “Friends don’t do what we just did on my couch, Skywalker.”
But that might have been the wrong thing to say. Luke’s eyes darkened as if in remembrance, and a slow smile threaded across his face. The smile did strange things to her insides, her heart thudding dully in her chest as she, too, remembered.
“No,” he said, stepping back to let his eyes wander down her naked body. “They don’t.” He set his clothes down and reached for the forgotten bottle of Ruge, still standing on the caf table, and poured the last bit of the rich liquid into a goblet, hers or his, she wasn’t sure. He took a sip, and then offered it to her. “We could have a drink,” he offered. “Talk.”
Taking a deep breath, she eyed him suspiciously, feeling even more surreal than she had before, now that they were standing naked in the middle of her living room, ostensibly having a conversation. “What kind of trick are you pulling?”
“No trick.” He held the goblet back up to his lips. “I’m not in your head, if that’s what you’re thinking. At least, not anymore.”
“But you want to be,” she accused.
He didn’t deny it. “I think you want that, too,” he said quietly.
Her ire rose again. She started to reach for his clothes, fully intending to dress him herself and march him out the door. But when she turned back, he was standing over the stained spot on her carpet. “What are you doing?” The damn man was always trying to throw her off balance.
When his eyes rose to meet hers again, it was as if he had come to some resolution, as if he had decided something, had figured out some great mystery from the stain on the floor.
And suddenly she felt very naked and trapped in his gaze. She considered him as the long moment stretched out between them. She tried to reconcile the Luke Skywalker she had come to know as a friend with the man that stood before her now. Realization dawned that he could be both men at once, that she was merely seeing another side to the man that had been her friend. And with the way he had made her feel...even with the tension between them her body was still aware of him.
He reached out a hand for her arm, and wrapped his fingers loosely around her wrist. She didn’t pull away as he tugged her close, until one step further would have put her toes into the ruined section of carpet. She looked into his eyes. “What the hell is this about?”
A small smile appeared on the Jedi’s face, a smile that looked far too devious for the face that held it. “Just this,” he said, raising his goblet of Ruge to her breast.
She opened her mouth to speak again but didn’t have the time to utter a sound as Luke turned the goblet to the side and a trickle of wine ran down her body.
*
Mara stared at the trail of run running down the slope of her breast, fat droplets trailing off and onto the stained spot on her carpet. She shivered as Luke knelt before her, heedless of the wet floor. He set his goblet down and licked lightly at her nipple until it tightened. “Trying to distract me with sex,” she murmured. “You’re drunk.”
His only answer was a slight moan of contentment as he suckled her nipple into his mouth, pulling at it lightly with a scrape of his teeth. She growled and brought her hands up to his head, unsure if she were trying to push him off or pull him closer. She just let her hands rest there, against his soft hair, listening to his mouth tease her. Tiny spasms of pleasure licked down her body at each tug of his lips, raw heat wetting her core anew.
With one last lick, Luke released her breast and looked up at her. His mouth glistened and his eyes were the darkest blue she had ever seen, hooded as they were with passion. Her stomach clenched, but she continued to stare at him as he picked his glass back up, as if he had further intention of pouring it on her.
She didn’t give him the chance.
She dropped to her knees and grabbed him with one arm around his shoulders and the other plucking the goblet from his hand. She raised it to her lips and took a slow sip before pushing forward to let the tips of her breasts brush his chest. “You’ve ruined my rug.”
“I thought I apologized for that.” He ground his erection against her hip and gasped slightly through his words.
“I don’t remember an apology.” She kissed his chin lightly and rocked against him, annoyed with her body for playing into his game. But she could give as good as got, and it was time to show him that he was not in charge here. “But I’m sure we could work out an arrangement.” She turned the goblet upside down, splashing the rest of the Ruge between them to splatter their chests. Pressing against him again, she slid her breasts against him in the accumulated wine and sweat. “Don’t you?”
“What?” He had apparently lost the thread of the conversation as he grasped her hips and helped her to move against him.
“Nothing,” she whispered, pushing hard against him to stop his movements. Grasping his chin in her hand, she pressed her mouth close to his, barely touching. “Don’t let this go further than it needs to be, Skywalker.” She raised her thumb to his temple and brushed lightly, letting him know exactly what she meant.
His lips brushed hers. “I didn’t do that on purpose, I didn’t know... I didn’t know that could happen.”
“I believe you.” She traced his lower lip with her tongue, pulled it into her mouth and sucked.
He groaned and ground helplessly against her. “Mara--”
She kissed her way down his throat and chest, licking him to taste not only the wine but the salt of his skin. Her tongue circled his navel and her hand reached for his dick, grasping it in a light hold, tickling with the pads of her fingers as it pulsed, warm and hard.
Luke growled lightly, grasping her face to pull her back into a kiss. She pushed into the kiss and tried to knock him back, but he went willingly, falling onto the carpet with her hovering over him, braced by her palms.
“Mara,” he murmured. His hand slid up her spine and into her hair.
She looked into his eyes and couldn’t wait a moment longer, positioning herself over him, brushing against the head of his cock with her dripping slit.
He swallowed hard, and she watched as his throat worked. “Don’t be scared.” He gave her such an earnest look.
Mara rolled her eyes. “Shut up, Skywalker.” But her heart was racing as she pushed down on him. She threw her head back with a cry, clenching around him and leaning forward to grasp his shoulders with her hands.
The side of his mouth quirked up. “Shutting up.” He grasped her hips and ground her against him, hard puffs of air escaping his mouth. He opened his mouth as if to speak again, but bit his lip instead and Mara grinned, using the grip of her legs around his body to ride him, moving up and down until she began to gasp herself, pressure building deep within until she was taut with pleasure.
Leaning in, she licked a trail up the line of his chest, chuckling slightly when he growled and reflexively kicked out with his foot, knocking against the caf table. The Ruge bottle teetered and fell, but she didn’t care. The rug was already a lost cause. She planted her hands on his chest and continued to move. Luke’s hand slid up the back of her thigh and up over her ass to the small of her back, pressing her down and into him. She caught his intention and kissed him desperately, never stopping in her frantic attempt to achieve bliss again.
She tore away from his kiss with a cry when he arched upward, thrusting hard and pulling her down at the same time. They strained against one another, Mara grasping his shoulders and grinding herself on his pubic bone. “Almost, almost...” she ground out between clenched teeth. “Luke!” She could feel the pleasure overwhelming her again and tried to fight it off, but it was hot and sexy and she screamed and plunged into another orgasm. The backlash of Luke’s pleasure began to wash over her, coalescing their minds once more and it felt better than good, more intimate than the grip of their bodies and still absolutely scarier than anything Mara had felt in her life.
She collapsed against him and hid her face against his throat, swallowing hard at the realization of what they had just done.
Again.
Her head rose and fell on his panting chest, but she didn’t move, knowing that with movement came the need to talk about what had happened, what could happen...
Instead, she stayed still and let his hand drift lazily up and down her back as they sprawled together on the Ruge stained rug. She sighed softly, and closed her eyes. “What am I going to do with you now, Skywalker?”
He stiffened slightly under her at her whispered question, but resumed his soft touch after just a moment’s hesitation. And that was the rub, because he had now seen not just the vulnerability of her body but that of her heart and mind, as well.
Lying in the floor across from them was the empty bottle of Ruge. Mara lay prone on Luke Skywalker’s chest and wished desperately for another hard drink.
-End
And that’s when he snapped.
He grasped her again by the upper arms and pushed her back down onto the couch and their lips and hands and teeth were everywhere. Mara kissed her way down the column of his neck, scratching her nails down his back as he turned the kisses back on her, pushing her down below him. She squirmed and rocked against him, crying out as his heavy length rested against her slit, the pounding there reaching a fever pitch.
He pushed against her in a, kissing her as they rocked together. But it wasn’t enough and Luke reached between them to tug at her underwear. “Mara...”
Pushing him up, she stood on shaky legs to remove the last physical barrier between them. He was panting lightly, stroking himself as he watched her, and the throb in her clit tripled to see him doing something so intimately sexy. She could tell that he assumed she would get back under him on the couch, but she gave him a smirk instead, climbing onto the couch and bracing herself on the arm of it, presenting her back to him. She spread her legs wide and leaned forward before turning to look at him. She purposefully glanced down at the jutting evidence of his arousal. “You up for it?” Pushing her ass out, she made it clear just what she meant.
She expected hesitance, but he was behind her, kissing her neck before she could appreciate the moment. The length of him nestled against her bottom. He squirmed against her with a low moan before reaching between them to guide himself. “You’re sure?” His breath tickled her ear. “I mean, I’m protected--”
“I assumed,” she gritted out. She pushed back against him, a tiny scream working out of her throat when the head of him nudged her opening. “Do it,” she hissed, rubbing her wetness against the reaching tip. “Do it now.”
Hesitation gone, he pushed up and in with a full-on growl of pleasure. She gasped, digging her nails into the arm of her couch. “Oh,” she moaned, as he slid fully in. “Oh.”
Luke’s knees dug into the couch behind her, and he grasped her hips as he began to move. He brushed her hair from her back with his hands, and kissed his way up her spine, and Mara bit her lip to keep from crying out as he continued his thrusts, gaining purchase and finding a rhythm, one leg falling to the floor for balance.
The force of his thrusts sent her moving against the arm of the couch, the friction behind and in front of her drawing her mind into a state of pleasure, her thoughts consumed with it. The thrusts came faster and faster, and she hung on for the ride, finally loosing a cry as the pressure grew to be overwhelming. “Keep going,” she urged him, reaching up to grasp her breasts.
“Almost there,” he ground out, pushing her forward onto the arm of the couch. “Almost... Mara... Oh, Mara....”
He was so hard inside of her, commanding and overwhelming on top of her. And she didn’t want him to stop but she wanted that release. She squirmed and moved with him, trying to find that feeling so so desperately craved.
He seemed to know what she needed and pulled her up quickly with a cry. She grunted as cold air hit her superheated body but didn’t have time to focus on it. His right hand left her hip and delved in between her legs, touching her right where she needed him. She screamed, at the barely there touch to her clit and collapsed back against him, coming in trembling bursts. She quaked and shivered, breathing hard as Luke thrust one last time to find his own completion, a moan of pure pleasure puffing out from his lips.
She was still breathing hard when it happened. She was trying to recapture her mind and her body, as both seemed to have abandoned her, when suddenly she felt a mergence of her mind with Luke’s, and she knew then his pleasure, his satisfaction, his want of her... and it felt so good and so right and so....
Mara Jade didn’t do scared.
She gasped but not from pleasure this time, yanking her mind back into her own self. She was panting for breath and knew her eyes were wide, but she was not scared. She was livid.
“What the fuck was that?” She rounded on Luke. “What did you do to me?”
He looked like he’d been slapped, and not just because of the flushed color in his cheeks. “What did I...? Mara, that was amazing...” He was gasping for breath, looking tired but elated and in awe of what had just occurred.
She swallowed hard, finding the look on his face too naked and exposed for her to handle. “I can’t do this.”
“What?”
Still, she didn’t look at him. She wrapped her arms around her chest, instead. “I need you to leave.”
“Leave?” He tried to use his finger to lift her chin. “Mara, talk to me. After what we’ve just experienced I would think that you could at least do that.”
She made a great show of looking at him, trying to ignore his naked shoulders and the hurt in his eyes. “I’m speaking but you’re not listening. Please leave.” She felt itchy and strange and ready for him to go. “Skywalker...”
He sighed. “You’re scared.”
“I’m not going to let you bait me. Just, just go.”
“Bait you?” Luke sighed. “Mara, I just want to talk to you.”
“And I just want you to leave, Skywalker.” She stood from the couch and reached for her pants. She grabbed up his clothing and thrust it at him.
He took the clothes, but didn’t put them on. He touched her arm instead. “Mara--”
She jerked her arm back. “Skywalker,” she clenched her fingers into a fist and looked up into his face. “Please...”
The tension melted from his face with her words, replaced by that look of compassion that usually drove her mad. But seeing it now, so at odds with his naked body, only made her stomach jumble into those confusing knots again.
His hand cupped her cheek and his thumb rubbed against her cheekbone. “Please don’t shut me out, Mara. We’ve become friends and... I’d really hate to lose that.”
Mara puffed out a laugh. “Friends don’t do what we just did on my couch, Skywalker.”
But that might have been the wrong thing to say. Luke’s eyes darkened as if in remembrance, and a slow smile threaded across his face. The smile did strange things to her insides, her heart thudding dully in her chest as she, too, remembered.
“No,” he said, stepping back to let his eyes wander down her naked body. “They don’t.” He set his clothes down and reached for the forgotten bottle of Ruge, still standing on the caf table, and poured the last bit of the rich liquid into a goblet, hers or his, she wasn’t sure. He took a sip, and then offered it to her. “We could have a drink,” he offered. “Talk.”
Taking a deep breath, she eyed him suspiciously, feeling even more surreal than she had before, now that they were standing naked in the middle of her living room, ostensibly having a conversation. “What kind of trick are you pulling?”
“No trick.” He held the goblet back up to his lips. “I’m not in your head, if that’s what you’re thinking. At least, not anymore.”
“But you want to be,” she accused.
He didn’t deny it. “I think you want that, too,” he said quietly.
Her ire rose again. She started to reach for his clothes, fully intending to dress him herself and march him out the door. But when she turned back, he was standing over the stained spot on her carpet. “What are you doing?” The damn man was always trying to throw her off balance.
When his eyes rose to meet hers again, it was as if he had come to some resolution, as if he had decided something, had figured out some great mystery from the stain on the floor.
And suddenly she felt very naked and trapped in his gaze. She considered him as the long moment stretched out between them. She tried to reconcile the Luke Skywalker she had come to know as a friend with the man that stood before her now. Realization dawned that he could be both men at once, that she was merely seeing another side to the man that had been her friend. And with the way he had made her feel...even with the tension between them her body was still aware of him.
He reached out a hand for her arm, and wrapped his fingers loosely around her wrist. She didn’t pull away as he tugged her close, until one step further would have put her toes into the ruined section of carpet. She looked into his eyes. “What the hell is this about?”
A small smile appeared on the Jedi’s face, a smile that looked far too devious for the face that held it. “Just this,” he said, raising his goblet of Ruge to her breast.
She opened her mouth to speak again but didn’t have the time to utter a sound as Luke turned the goblet to the side and a trickle of wine ran down her body.
*
Mara stared at the trail of run running down the slope of her breast, fat droplets trailing off and onto the stained spot on her carpet. She shivered as Luke knelt before her, heedless of the wet floor. He set his goblet down and licked lightly at her nipple until it tightened. “Trying to distract me with sex,” she murmured. “You’re drunk.”
His only answer was a slight moan of contentment as he suckled her nipple into his mouth, pulling at it lightly with a scrape of his teeth. She growled and brought her hands up to his head, unsure if she were trying to push him off or pull him closer. She just let her hands rest there, against his soft hair, listening to his mouth tease her. Tiny spasms of pleasure licked down her body at each tug of his lips, raw heat wetting her core anew.
With one last lick, Luke released her breast and looked up at her. His mouth glistened and his eyes were the darkest blue she had ever seen, hooded as they were with passion. Her stomach clenched, but she continued to stare at him as he picked his glass back up, as if he had further intention of pouring it on her.
She didn’t give him the chance.
She dropped to her knees and grabbed him with one arm around his shoulders and the other plucking the goblet from his hand. She raised it to her lips and took a slow sip before pushing forward to let the tips of her breasts brush his chest. “You’ve ruined my rug.”
“I thought I apologized for that.” He ground his erection against her hip and gasped slightly through his words.
“I don’t remember an apology.” She kissed his chin lightly and rocked against him, annoyed with her body for playing into his game. But she could give as good as got, and it was time to show him that he was not in charge here. “But I’m sure we could work out an arrangement.” She turned the goblet upside down, splashing the rest of the Ruge between them to splatter their chests. Pressing against him again, she slid her breasts against him in the accumulated wine and sweat. “Don’t you?”
“What?” He had apparently lost the thread of the conversation as he grasped her hips and helped her to move against him.
“Nothing,” she whispered, pushing hard against him to stop his movements. Grasping his chin in her hand, she pressed her mouth close to his, barely touching. “Don’t let this go further than it needs to be, Skywalker.” She raised her thumb to his temple and brushed lightly, letting him know exactly what she meant.
His lips brushed hers. “I didn’t do that on purpose, I didn’t know... I didn’t know that could happen.”
“I believe you.” She traced his lower lip with her tongue, pulled it into her mouth and sucked.
He groaned and ground helplessly against her. “Mara--”
She kissed her way down his throat and chest, licking him to taste not only the wine but the salt of his skin. Her tongue circled his navel and her hand reached for his dick, grasping it in a light hold, tickling with the pads of her fingers as it pulsed, warm and hard.
Luke growled lightly, grasping her face to pull her back into a kiss. She pushed into the kiss and tried to knock him back, but he went willingly, falling onto the carpet with her hovering over him, braced by her palms.
“Mara,” he murmured. His hand slid up her spine and into her hair.
She looked into his eyes and couldn’t wait a moment longer, positioning herself over him, brushing against the head of his cock with her dripping slit.
He swallowed hard, and she watched as his throat worked. “Don’t be scared.” He gave her such an earnest look.
Mara rolled her eyes. “Shut up, Skywalker.” But her heart was racing as she pushed down on him. She threw her head back with a cry, clenching around him and leaning forward to grasp his shoulders with her hands.
The side of his mouth quirked up. “Shutting up.” He grasped her hips and ground her against him, hard puffs of air escaping his mouth. He opened his mouth as if to speak again, but bit his lip instead and Mara grinned, using the grip of her legs around his body to ride him, moving up and down until she began to gasp herself, pressure building deep within until she was taut with pleasure.
Leaning in, she licked a trail up the line of his chest, chuckling slightly when he growled and reflexively kicked out with his foot, knocking against the caf table. The Ruge bottle teetered and fell, but she didn’t care. The rug was already a lost cause. She planted her hands on his chest and continued to move. Luke’s hand slid up the back of her thigh and up over her ass to the small of her back, pressing her down and into him. She caught his intention and kissed him desperately, never stopping in her frantic attempt to achieve bliss again.
She tore away from his kiss with a cry when he arched upward, thrusting hard and pulling her down at the same time. They strained against one another, Mara grasping his shoulders and grinding herself on his pubic bone. “Almost, almost...” she ground out between clenched teeth. “Luke!” She could feel the pleasure overwhelming her again and tried to fight it off, but it was hot and sexy and she screamed and plunged into another orgasm. The backlash of Luke’s pleasure began to wash over her, coalescing their minds once more and it felt better than good, more intimate than the grip of their bodies and still absolutely scarier than anything Mara had felt in her life.
She collapsed against him and hid her face against his throat, swallowing hard at the realization of what they had just done.
Again.
Her head rose and fell on his panting chest, but she didn’t move, knowing that with movement came the need to talk about what had happened, what could happen...
Instead, she stayed still and let his hand drift lazily up and down her back as they sprawled together on the Ruge stained rug. She sighed softly, and closed her eyes. “What am I going to do with you now, Skywalker?”
He stiffened slightly under her at her whispered question, but resumed his soft touch after just a moment’s hesitation. And that was the rub, because he had now seen not just the vulnerability of her body but that of her heart and mind, as well.
Lying in the floor across from them was the empty bottle of Ruge. Mara lay prone on Luke Skywalker’s chest and wished desperately for another hard drink.
-End
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Date: 2012-05-11 02:47 am (UTC)Thanks, gal!! I wanted to do something different with the smut this time, but I"m not sure I accomplished what I was trying to go for.
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Date: 2012-05-11 03:08 am (UTC)Hey, and now that it's summer I can say, "Moar?" ;;) and not feel guilty!!! >:)
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Date: 2012-05-11 08:08 pm (UTC)I love the relationship you've created for them. You can tell that it's new, and that there's a budding friendship between them. Luke seems more eager to be friends, Mara more reluctant, but she's starting to admit she likes hanging around Luke Skywalker.
And THEN we get to Mara's apartment... :>
It's so...hot!!! Rawr! Yes, there was definitely much more going on that night than Mara told Luke. If she had, Luke's last night there might have been very different. LOL. But I'm sure our Luke and Mara did something similar many times, those kinky kids.
And then of course they have great sex (again) and Mara can't send him away. Perfect. :) I can't wait for MOAR (200 Proposals YAY!!!).
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Date: 2012-07-01 03:25 pm (UTC)ROTFWL
AMAZING!!!! Hot, hot, hot sex - a delicious scenarios - and so profound insight into the characters!!! This is what should have happened after TLC!!!
The tension melted from his face with her words, replaced by that look of compassion that usually drove her mad. But seeing it now, so at odds with his naked body, only made her stomach jumble into those confusing knots again.
Oh, Luke *happy sigh* I can just see it. And yeah - the contrast is amazing - rawr....
She started to reach for his clothes, fully intending to dress him herself and march him out the door. But when she turned back, he was standing over the stained spot on her carpet. “What are you doing?” The damn man was always trying to throw her off balance.
That's why you'll marry him, gal...
Just this,” he said, raising his goblet of Ruge to her breast.
She opened her mouth to speak again but didn’t have the time to utter a sound as Luke turned the goblet to the side and a trickle of wine ran down her body.
*
Mara stared at the trail of run running down the slope of her breast, fat droplets trailing off and onto the stained spot on her carpet. She shivered as Luke knelt before her, heedless of the wet floor. He set his goblet down and licked lightly at her nipple until it tightened. “
OMG!!! OMG!!!! OMG!!!!
Her head rose and fell on his panting chest, but she didn’t move, knowing that with movement came the need to talk about what had happened, what could happen...
Her fear - and complex reactions on it is just perfect! Also, I love how bold you make Luke - keeping him exactly in chacater!!!
Lying in the floor across from them was the empty bottle of Ruge. Mara lay prone on Luke Skywalker’s chest and wished desperately for another hard drink.
And what and ending! Perfect!!!
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Date: 2012-07-05 02:20 am (UTC)And you picked out my favorite parts of the fic. <3
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Date: 2012-11-23 07:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-28 01:42 am (UTC)