Luke's Little Experiment (Scruffy Smut)

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Title: Luke's Little Experiment (Scruffy Smut)
Author: ginchy
Disclaimer: I don’t own Luke or Mara, or any of the situations (or have access to Mark Hamill's beard, cause much as I like it, I'd trim it up a bit). Just letting my favorite characters have some much deserved fun.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, humor (I hope), beard silliness
Notes: I wrote this smut/shine for TFN’s SJRS August Challenge. The beard demanded it. ;)  taramidala wrote the PG board friendly ‘prequel’, ​'Luke's Little Experiment (The Scruffy Looking Jedi'. This is more fun than fangirls ought to have. ;)

Mara barged into their quarters, dropping her bag by the door of their bedroom. Luke stood to greet her, but she forestalled him with a finger to the mouth, eyebrows quirking as his whiskers rubbed against her finger.  “So it’s true.”

Stroking his thumb and index finger against his new beard, Luke tried to squash a smile. “What’s true?”

“That you’ve decided to hide that baby-face.”  Mara took his chin in her hand and tilted his head. “How long have you been growing this?”

“Since you left, give or take a day or two.”  Grabbing the hand that was finger combing his facial hair, he kissed her palm. “Speaking of….”  He dropped her hand and grabbed her hips, pulling her forward. “I’ve missed you.”

“So much so that you had to go back to nature, apparently.”

Luke made a face. “You don’t like it?”

“I’m still getting used to it, Skywalker. Twenty-five years of marriage and you’ve never had more than a few days worth of stubble.  I feel the need to call you scruffy, and that’s really more Leia’s term than mine.”

“Who’s scruffy-looking?” Luke pulled Mara closer, mimicking Han’s voice into her ear.

Mara groaned. “Don’t do that, Farmboy. I don’t ever want to hear Han’s voice in that tone…” she trailed off as his whiskers brushed against her ear.  She shivered, and a spike of pleasure erupted across their Force bond before she could stop it.

Luke pulled back, looking down at Mara’s chest, seeing hardened nipples straining against her thin tunic.  “Please tell me it was me who caused that reaction, not my impression of Han.”

Mara smirked. “I would say that I don’t care for scruffy nerfherders, but you’re doing your damndest to prove me wrong.”   She brushed her mouth against his but broke away, mewling in pleasure, when he palmed her breasts and rubbed at the hardened tips through her shirt.

Plucking at her nipple, Luke worked his mouth across her cheek to her ear to make her shudder again. “I do like proving you wrong. And I can see that you’re already beginning to like the beard.”

“Oh, you think so?” Mara’s voice was slightly breathy, and Luke grinned.

“I think I can prove it.”  He pulled away and tugged her tunic over her head.  “No bra, Mara Jade? What would the other Masters think if they knew?”

“That Luke Skywalker is one helluva lucky Jedi…”

“You’ve got that right,” he murmured, unclasping her pants and waiting for her to step out of her shoes before tugging them and her underwear down.

Stepping out of the pool of clothing, Mara pulled at the lapels of his shirt to drag him down into a kiss.  She slanted her mouth under his, accepting his tongue with a moan. Letting go of his shirt and sliding her fingers under the fabric of it to touch his chest, she scraped her nails down the warm muscles of his back.

Luke tore himself from her mouth and pulled his shirt off over his head, reaching for his wife again.

“Wait,” she said, planting a hand in the center of his chest. “I want to look at you.”

“Like what you see, Jade?”  He grinned, reaching for the button on his trousers. “I could show you more…”

“Been there, seen that…” Mara cocked an eyebrow. “Sucked and fucked that…”

Luke groaned, dropping his pants and touching himself through his underwear. “Say that again, only slower and wet your lips.”

Mara rolled her eyes, but couldn’t seem to stop a smile from breaking across her face.  She stepped back into his arms. “I was going to say that you actually look younger with the beard, Skywalker.”  She ran a finger from his chin down to his collarbone. “There’s more hair on your face than your chest,” she said, letting her finger slide further down.

“Are you insinuating that I was looking old, Mara?” Luke turned her around and pressed his growing erection against her bottom, growling as he grew even harder.  He walked her forward to press against the wall, and continued to grind against her as he dropped his head to her neck, and kissed.

Mara moaned and arched.  “Not… not old,” she said, tilting her head to offer more of her neck. “I’m just trying to rectify my feelings on the beard.”

“Ah. One thing in the beard’s favor is that I look younger,” he said, catching her line of thinking. He pressed against her again, and grew frustrated that he still had his underwear on. He pulled back only long enough to remove them, and press his taut flesh back against the soft skin of her ass.  His grasped her hip with one hand and pressed his other palm against the wall.  Her neck was still exposed to him, and he knew what she wanted.

“There is that,” she agreed, spreading her legs in clear invitation. “But I’m curious as to what other qualities this beard might--” she cut off with a pleasured gasp when he began to nibble on her neck, the bristles of hair igniting tiny goosebumps over her flesh.

Luke dropped his hand from the wall and reached between Mara’s legs, dipping two fingers into her wetness.  Mara moaned and arched backward. He growled as she pressed against his hardness and he kissed a line up her neck to nibble at her ear, letting his beard scrape against the sensitive, thin skin behind it.  Mara whimpered when he took his wet fingers and massaged her clit with them until a fresh wave of damp heat coated his fingers.  “Second in favor of the beard is that it feels good against your skin, doesn’t it, Mara?”

Mara didn’t answer, lost in bliss as he played with her pleasure nub.  The sounds of her pleasure and the soft pliance of her bottom against his dick were making it hard for Luke to concentrate, but he slowed the movement of his fingers and asked again.  “The beard feels good on your neck and your ear,” he said, purposefully moving his whiskers against her shell of her ear.  Her need spiked in the Force and he grinned against her, knowing that she liked what he was doing, and that she was impatient for more.

She growled, reaching behind her to grab his dick, but he snatched her hand and pressed it against the wall, boxing her in.  “No,” he said, sliding his hardness between her legs and rubbing, desperate to plunge into her but also wanting to prove his point.  He spoke again, knowing his words, and the beard, were driving her wild. “Just imagine the rough bristles against your nipples,” he said, beginning to massage her clit again.  “You know how much I like to suck them…”

His voice was beginning to crack with his own need and the pressure in his cock was almost painful.  Mara was keening as he stroked her heat, and sweat was dripping in a line down his forehead to disappear into the beard.  “And when I’m done sucking your breasts I’ll move between your legs, rub my beard against your thighs, and try to get my tongue to your--”

Mara let out a garbled gasp, coming in hot waves as she clutched her hands against the wall.  Luke barely withstood the onslaught of ecstasy in their Force bond, forcing himself to count backward in Huttese to keep from coming on his wife, or the wall.

The breath was knocked out of him when Mara turned in a flurry, clutching his face between her hands to pull him into a desperate kiss.  His dick pulsed at the touch of her tongue and he went backwards as she pushed him onto the bed.  She grabbed his hard length in her hand and massaged him until he saw stars and he panted with need, but he wasn’t quite finished with her yet.  “No,” he moaned, slightly unsure as to why he was stopping her.  He removed her hand and wrestled with her as she tried to grab him again.  Growling, Mara’s slick body rubbed against his as he tried to gain the upper hand again.

“What are you doing, Luke?” Mara’s eyes were dark with lust.  She liked the fight, but always wanted to win.

He held her arms above her head and bent his head to lick at her breasts.  He didn’t answer for a moment, rubbing the bristles on his chin against her nipples instead.  Mara gasped and pushed her breast further toward his face.  “Still proving the beard,” he muttered, rubbing his face into her valley between her breasts, licking at her sweat.  He pulled back to smirk at her.

She pushed her breasts together, offering them up, and he bit the tips, abrading them with his beard, and soothing them with his tongue until Mara was panting with desire again.  He kissed his way down her stomach to her thighs. He scraped the side of his face against her leg, and Mara hissed.

“You’re going to rub me raw, Skywalker,” she teased, opening her legs to him.

Luke huffed a laugh.  “Don’t you mean ‘give you a carpet burn’?”

Mara’s laugh was lost when he buried his face between her legs, licking her slit and worming his tongue deep into her heat.  She moaned and undulated under his ministrations until he pulled his tongue from her and used the tip of it to find her clit.

“Kriff me...kriff me,” Mara screamed as he tongued the swollen nub.

He couldn’t take it anymore.  He scrambled up the bed, taking Mara’s mouth as he rammed into her.   He stroked as deeply as he could, pulling back until he was almost out of her before pushing in again, and again, almost messy in his desperate need.  Mara’s nails scraped down his back as she keened and whimpered, and the slap of their bodies was almost loud as the thunder of blood in Luke’s head as he spiraled toward completion.  The Force fed their pleasure together until in him and all around him was nothing but hot, pulsating, want, need and sex. Mara spasmed around him and her internal muscles pulled until he came in constricted bursts of pleasure so intense that he almost blacked out, coming to rest on top of his wife.

His eyes opened to Mara murmuring under him, almost cooing in her post-coital bliss.  She was running a hand over the back of his neck, causing goosebumps to rise in the damp edges of his hair.

He groaned. “I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.”

Mara broke into laughter.  “You’re going to be sore? I think we’ll both be. We haven’t been that wild in awhile.”

Luke kissed her nose. “No jokes about my being old, please.”

“Okay.”  Mara dimpled in a smile. “Since I sort of made them already…”

“Cute.”  Luke rolled off of her and stroked his chin pointedly.

With a huff of amusement, Mara laid her head against his chest.  Luke played with her hair until he felt her drowsy contentment, but a question tugged at his brain.  “Hey, who told you I had a beard? I was trying to keep it a surprise.”

Mara tilted her head to look up at him.  “Ben. He met me when I landed and I could tell he was hiding something. He caved easily.”

“Ben? Caved easily? That doesn’t sound like him, but he’s been moody with me, too.  Probably because he knew I’d want to show it off the minute you got home.”

“He was quite distressed, actually. He thinks it’s weird, and that I’d absolutely hate it.  No wonder he decided to spend the night out.”  Mara gave a short laugh at their son’s expense. “Poor kid. He’s just looking out for my interests.”

Luke smiled, and scratched his chin against her head, kissing her hair.  “You seemed very interested a few minutes ago. Do you hate it?”

Mara stretched against him. “I’m still pondering it.”

“Sure you are.”  Closing his eyes, Luke idly drew his fingers up and down Mara’s back.  “But why did you take your bra off?”

“Hm?”

“When you came in the room. You didn’t have your bra on. You don’t usually traipse around the Temple braless.”

Mara leaned up on his chest again with a positively feral grin.  “Ben wasn’t the only person to allude to your new beard.”

“He wasn’t?”  Luke was a little concerned by how smirky Mara had become.

“Let’s just say that someone met with me to tell me how….nice….your new look is, Farmboy.”  Mara grinned.

“Someone likes my new look? Really?  Who?”

Mara grinned.  “What time do you have to meet with Tionne in the morning?”

“At 0800… wait. Tionne likes my look?”

“Should make all those closed-door meetings more interesting, shouldn’t it?”  Mara grinned. “Her enthusiasm made me curious to see your new look. I ducked into the ‘fresher and removed my bra...just in case.”

Luke shook his head. “You just like to put me off balance.”  He stroked his whiskers again. “Tionne likes my beard.  That’s so...strange.”

“Forget about Tionne,” Mara said, kissing his whiskered chin.  “I like your beard. “You may keep it.”

“Oh, I may?” Luke grinned at her before stealing a quick kiss. “Proved its worth, I see…” he looked down at Mara’s relaxed body, red marks from his beard clear to see on her fair skin.  He found he liked that he had marked her, and didn’t mind her eye-roll when she read his thought.  He hugged her close with one arm and rubbed his chin against her hair.  “Well, I have to say that I’m glad you like the beard because, Mara I have to tell you… I’m never shaving again.”

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[lotusflower85.livejournal.com]

Oh, my. Luke certainly proved himself, didn't he? *sigh* If only they could still be this alive and happy together in the profic.

LOL at Tionne appreciating Luke's new look, and Mara removing her bra in anticipation. Heh.