The Pleasures of Meditation - NC-17
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lukeandmaraTitle: The Pleasures of Meditation
Author: ginchy
Disclaimer: I don’t own Luke or Mara, or any of the situations. Just letting my favorite characters have some much deserved fun.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Semi-Descriptive Sex
Summary: Mara learns of the pleasures of meditation during her private training with Luke.
Notes: Based on the extremely hot deleted scene of Luke from the SW Blu-Rays.
Mara’s eyes fluttered open as she came out of her meditation. She took a deep breath, stretching out with the Force to orient herself again to the present time and place. The sticky late evening air wafted gently around her and she raised a steady hand to wipe at the sweat on her brow. She wasn’t one to meditate at all, especially not for long periods of time while sitting so open and vulnerable in the middle of the jungle. But as part of her private training Luke had insisted on it, speaking of the benefits and pleasures that could be derived from delving into the Force and knowing oneself so intimately.
“Farmboy,” she whispered, the word lost in the chorus of night-creatures around her. She turned awkwardly to her left, stretching her protesting muscles when she stopped and stared, taking in a deep, shaky breath.
Speaking of pleasures…
Luke was still meditating, the gentle orange planet-glow lending a vibrant hue to his features. His hair was damp with sweat and fell across his forehead. The look of serenity in the set of his face caused Mara’s heart to beat faster as she took in flare of his eyelashes against his cheeks, the tiny droplet of sweat that had escaped his hair and was cascading over his strong jaw and his slightly parted, full lips.
She glanced self-consciously behind her, as if she expected a full class of adepts to have followed them this deep into the jungle, then looked back at Luke and let her eyes trace greedily over him again, taking the opportunity to study him. Old habits die hard and for so long she hadn’t looked directly at Luke, hadn’t wanted to look too long and give him--or herself--any ideas. In their earliest misadventure together she hadn’t wanted to think of him as someone to be attracted to, hadn’t wanted to consider him as a man and certainly not as a potential lover. But she could never seem to dismiss him outright, not when trekking through a dense forest or through a complex cave system. He always glowed with vitality, and drew her eye, even as she began to deny it to herself.
She had known his eyes were of the brightest blue, that he had that cleft chin, and striking cheek bones, but she hadn’t been aware of them in full measure, hadn’t known just how frighteningly and wonderfully fast she could drown in the blue of those eyes, hadn’t known that she could hold that chin in her palm while manipulating a deep kiss, hadn’t known how soft his skin would be, stretched over those cheek bones.
He sat there in his meditation, looking almost as a statue of a perfect Jedi --a perfect man --with not just a pleasing face but the body to match. The body. Mara let her eyes skate further down, biting her lip as she took in the strong arms that he too often hid behind his black tunic. He was fit and compact but his arms showed his strength; even now, at rest, they were defined, skin smooth and clear.
Mara’s heart started to beat faster as she let her eyes move over his chest, the dark blue, sleeveless shirt he was wearing stretched snugly over the muscles she knew were there. Her heart started to beat a little faster as she let her eyes move to his legs, encased in old, close-fitting combat fatigues. She let her eyes sly to the dark hollow between his crossed legs and felt her clit twitch between her own legs as she remembered what was hidden beneath his pants. She licked her lips in remembered taste and shifted her position as she sought to encourage the pleasurable ache that was beginning to grow.
A small nudge through their bond was her only warning, and Mara looked up to find blue eyes opened and staring at her with equal parts humor and lust.
“I thought you were meditating on the Force, padawan,” he said, voice roughened from his long silence. “Not on your Master.”
Mara grinned predatorily and played along. “I find my Master very distracting,” she murmured, reaching out a finger to slide it down his damp arm.
Luke unfolded himself from his pose and moved closer, feathering his lips over her cheek before whispering in her ear. “I like that you find me distracting. It means we’re even.”
Mara shivered even in the hot air and turned her face to find his lips in an urgent kiss, sliding her tongue against his immediately, needing the taste of him. She clutched his neck with one hand and grasped his bicep with the other, letting her nails scrape across lightly in a way she knew he liked. He gasped into her mouth and pulled her onto his lap.
She released his mouth and moaned as her super-heated skin met his and she pushed her aching center against the hardness that was already straining against those old fatigues. He thrust against her helplessly, their bond exploding with the echoes of their pleasure.
Kissing, gasping and straining against one another, Mara pulled back and took a few panting breaths. “This is crazy. We’ll get eaten alive out here doing this at night,” she said, practicality struggling to kick in.
“You might,” Luke said, punctuating that he did indeed know he was making a double entendre as his fingers strayed over the wet heat between her legs.
Mara closed her legs around that hand with a moan. “Naughty Jedi,” she murmured. “The side of the Jedi Master that’s hidden from the rest of the galaxy…”
“You like it,” Luke said, kissing her neck.
“I do,” she whispered in reply, kissing him again.
Luke unzipped her jumpsuit, caressing her breasts through her bra, plucking at the nipples until they ached. His fingers slid down her belly and into the deep vee where her suit parted. He latched onto her neck again and let his fingers play, pushing her panties aside to dip into her aching slit. “I could eat you up, you know,” he said, licking her pulse point as she writhed against him. He pushed his fingers as deeply into her body as he could in their awkward position and pulled them out quickly, sucking them greedily into his mouth. “I could taste you for days,” he said, “and never need anything else…”
Mara bucked wildly against him at the erotic sight and talk. “More,” she demanded.
He readily gave her what she requested, slipping his fingers back between her legs and using his other hand to encourage her to move against him, trapping her excited clit between their bodies.
“Oh, Ohhhh,” Mara moaned, slapping her body against him. She opened her eyes to look at him, taking in those sexy features she had stared at so hungrily. He hit the right spot and she exploded, crying out above the night-creatures as she came, trembling from pleasure in her lover’s arms.
He stroked her and guided her down from her physical and emotional high, and she snatched onto his Force sense with another kind of hunger, drowning in the sensual waves he gave, waves of love and sex and want.
She barely caught her breath before she was attacking the fastener to his pants, and then he was in her hand, throbbing and huge and hot.
“Mara,” he gasped her name with a moan, bucking up into her hand now.
“You drive me crazy,” she gritted out, pumping him, letting her fingers roam over the sticky head of his cock. “You look like that while meditating—so innocent and serene and godsdamned sexy… I just want to make you to feel nothing but pleasure…”
She kept pumping him, but leaned over and licked a trail up the arm she had earlier scratched. “Hot,” she said, licking her lips as if savoring his sweat.
Luke stared at her as if she were something completely new and amazing but his eyes soon fell closed as shuddering gasps came faster and faster from his plump lips. He stilled suddenly before giving a choked gasp, and his hot seed splashed up and over Mara’s fingers and his stomach.
“I love you,” Luke said, and careless of the mess he pulled her into another heated kiss and then just held her as they both came down from their highs.
Long moments later Mara looked at her husband with a smirk. “You should have told me years ago how fun meditation could be.”
“Believe me, Mara, I tried. But whenever I spoke to you about the Academy or mentioned the ‘pleasures’ of meditation, you didn’t seem interested.”
“Oh yeah, Skywalker? And just how did you learn these ‘pleasures’ of meditation?”
Luke gave her that gorgeous farmboy grin. “Trust me, love, this is something I’ve learned only with you.”
Author: ginchy
Disclaimer: I don’t own Luke or Mara, or any of the situations. Just letting my favorite characters have some much deserved fun.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Semi-Descriptive Sex
Summary: Mara learns of the pleasures of meditation during her private training with Luke.
Notes: Based on the extremely hot deleted scene of Luke from the SW Blu-Rays.
Mara’s eyes fluttered open as she came out of her meditation. She took a deep breath, stretching out with the Force to orient herself again to the present time and place. The sticky late evening air wafted gently around her and she raised a steady hand to wipe at the sweat on her brow. She wasn’t one to meditate at all, especially not for long periods of time while sitting so open and vulnerable in the middle of the jungle. But as part of her private training Luke had insisted on it, speaking of the benefits and pleasures that could be derived from delving into the Force and knowing oneself so intimately.
“Farmboy,” she whispered, the word lost in the chorus of night-creatures around her. She turned awkwardly to her left, stretching her protesting muscles when she stopped and stared, taking in a deep, shaky breath.
Speaking of pleasures…
Luke was still meditating, the gentle orange planet-glow lending a vibrant hue to his features. His hair was damp with sweat and fell across his forehead. The look of serenity in the set of his face caused Mara’s heart to beat faster as she took in flare of his eyelashes against his cheeks, the tiny droplet of sweat that had escaped his hair and was cascading over his strong jaw and his slightly parted, full lips.
She glanced self-consciously behind her, as if she expected a full class of adepts to have followed them this deep into the jungle, then looked back at Luke and let her eyes trace greedily over him again, taking the opportunity to study him. Old habits die hard and for so long she hadn’t looked directly at Luke, hadn’t wanted to look too long and give him--or herself--any ideas. In their earliest misadventure together she hadn’t wanted to think of him as someone to be attracted to, hadn’t wanted to consider him as a man and certainly not as a potential lover. But she could never seem to dismiss him outright, not when trekking through a dense forest or through a complex cave system. He always glowed with vitality, and drew her eye, even as she began to deny it to herself.
She had known his eyes were of the brightest blue, that he had that cleft chin, and striking cheek bones, but she hadn’t been aware of them in full measure, hadn’t known just how frighteningly and wonderfully fast she could drown in the blue of those eyes, hadn’t known that she could hold that chin in her palm while manipulating a deep kiss, hadn’t known how soft his skin would be, stretched over those cheek bones.
He sat there in his meditation, looking almost as a statue of a perfect Jedi --a perfect man --with not just a pleasing face but the body to match. The body. Mara let her eyes skate further down, biting her lip as she took in the strong arms that he too often hid behind his black tunic. He was fit and compact but his arms showed his strength; even now, at rest, they were defined, skin smooth and clear.
Mara’s heart started to beat faster as she let her eyes move over his chest, the dark blue, sleeveless shirt he was wearing stretched snugly over the muscles she knew were there. Her heart started to beat a little faster as she let her eyes move to his legs, encased in old, close-fitting combat fatigues. She let her eyes sly to the dark hollow between his crossed legs and felt her clit twitch between her own legs as she remembered what was hidden beneath his pants. She licked her lips in remembered taste and shifted her position as she sought to encourage the pleasurable ache that was beginning to grow.
A small nudge through their bond was her only warning, and Mara looked up to find blue eyes opened and staring at her with equal parts humor and lust.
“I thought you were meditating on the Force, padawan,” he said, voice roughened from his long silence. “Not on your Master.”
Mara grinned predatorily and played along. “I find my Master very distracting,” she murmured, reaching out a finger to slide it down his damp arm.
Luke unfolded himself from his pose and moved closer, feathering his lips over her cheek before whispering in her ear. “I like that you find me distracting. It means we’re even.”
Mara shivered even in the hot air and turned her face to find his lips in an urgent kiss, sliding her tongue against his immediately, needing the taste of him. She clutched his neck with one hand and grasped his bicep with the other, letting her nails scrape across lightly in a way she knew he liked. He gasped into her mouth and pulled her onto his lap.
She released his mouth and moaned as her super-heated skin met his and she pushed her aching center against the hardness that was already straining against those old fatigues. He thrust against her helplessly, their bond exploding with the echoes of their pleasure.
Kissing, gasping and straining against one another, Mara pulled back and took a few panting breaths. “This is crazy. We’ll get eaten alive out here doing this at night,” she said, practicality struggling to kick in.
“You might,” Luke said, punctuating that he did indeed know he was making a double entendre as his fingers strayed over the wet heat between her legs.
Mara closed her legs around that hand with a moan. “Naughty Jedi,” she murmured. “The side of the Jedi Master that’s hidden from the rest of the galaxy…”
“You like it,” Luke said, kissing her neck.
“I do,” she whispered in reply, kissing him again.
Luke unzipped her jumpsuit, caressing her breasts through her bra, plucking at the nipples until they ached. His fingers slid down her belly and into the deep vee where her suit parted. He latched onto her neck again and let his fingers play, pushing her panties aside to dip into her aching slit. “I could eat you up, you know,” he said, licking her pulse point as she writhed against him. He pushed his fingers as deeply into her body as he could in their awkward position and pulled them out quickly, sucking them greedily into his mouth. “I could taste you for days,” he said, “and never need anything else…”
Mara bucked wildly against him at the erotic sight and talk. “More,” she demanded.
He readily gave her what she requested, slipping his fingers back between her legs and using his other hand to encourage her to move against him, trapping her excited clit between their bodies.
“Oh, Ohhhh,” Mara moaned, slapping her body against him. She opened her eyes to look at him, taking in those sexy features she had stared at so hungrily. He hit the right spot and she exploded, crying out above the night-creatures as she came, trembling from pleasure in her lover’s arms.
He stroked her and guided her down from her physical and emotional high, and she snatched onto his Force sense with another kind of hunger, drowning in the sensual waves he gave, waves of love and sex and want.
She barely caught her breath before she was attacking the fastener to his pants, and then he was in her hand, throbbing and huge and hot.
“Mara,” he gasped her name with a moan, bucking up into her hand now.
“You drive me crazy,” she gritted out, pumping him, letting her fingers roam over the sticky head of his cock. “You look like that while meditating—so innocent and serene and godsdamned sexy… I just want to make you to feel nothing but pleasure…”
She kept pumping him, but leaned over and licked a trail up the arm she had earlier scratched. “Hot,” she said, licking her lips as if savoring his sweat.
Luke stared at her as if she were something completely new and amazing but his eyes soon fell closed as shuddering gasps came faster and faster from his plump lips. He stilled suddenly before giving a choked gasp, and his hot seed splashed up and over Mara’s fingers and his stomach.
“I love you,” Luke said, and careless of the mess he pulled her into another heated kiss and then just held her as they both came down from their highs.
Long moments later Mara looked at her husband with a smirk. “You should have told me years ago how fun meditation could be.”
“Believe me, Mara, I tried. But whenever I spoke to you about the Academy or mentioned the ‘pleasures’ of meditation, you didn’t seem interested.”
“Oh yeah, Skywalker? And just how did you learn these ‘pleasures’ of meditation?”
Luke gave her that gorgeous farmboy grin. “Trust me, love, this is something I’ve learned only with you.”
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Date: 2011-12-19 11:27 pm (UTC)