Tattoos of Tatooine Flowers

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Title: Tattoos of Tatooine Flowers
Author: Briannakin
Timeframe: Post-Union
Rating: NC-17 – for nudity, descriptive sex, and language
Summary: Not much of a plot – just sex
Notes: “Brassiere-Tape” comes from Carrie Fisher’s “no underwear in space” comment, which now, thanks to a certain someone, I can’t get out of my head while writing smut.

Luke palmed open the patio door to his apartment and stepped out into the cold Coruscanti air. He hoped breathing a little fresh air would make him tired and cool his blood. His wife had been gone for five weeks on a mission for her boss, Talon Karrde, and she wasn’t expected back for another week. Needless to say, he was getting a bit frustrated of the sexual sort.

It wasn’t like him to get so… horny, like this; usually a bit of meditation could calm his hormones. But tonight, his darling wife had decided to be evil. She had sent him a holo of her new tattoo that she had gotten two weeks ago now that it had finished healing.

The tattoo was of a Tatooine isri flower; the one flower able to thrive in Tatooine’s heat. Under the flower she had gotten his name, written in script. The tattoo was to cover-up her first tattoo, a hideous bird she had gotten just after the Emperor had died.

She had gotten a blue and green isri flower to match Luke’s tattoo: her name over his heart surrounded by isri vines. He had gotten it just after they were married when Han got him a little bit too drunk. Luke had been horrified when he woke up the next morning, but Mara had found it hilarious and sweet at the same time.

It wasn’t the fact that she got the tattoo that got Luke so excited. It was the fact that the tattoo was on the left side of her ribcage and to get a good holo of it, she had to be both shirtless and brassiere-tape-less. Seeing his wife’s bare chest after five weeks of nothing did things to his body.

To top it all off, she had included a very erotic letter, describing what she was going to do to him once she returned.

He could take care of himself, but he hadn’t stroked himself to completion since he had proposed to Mara.  Somehow it didn’t feel right to do it without Mara.

He settled down on a patio-chair and started to calm himself with breathing techniques. He eventually slipped into a meditative state and sought Mara’s presence – where ever she was – and basked in it. Without realizing it, he slipped his hands in his pyjama pants and boxers and started to feel himself, imagining it was her hands.

“Wow! What an image for the holo-tabloids.”

Luke must have jumped a metre. There, in front of him, was his wife, hands on her hips, smirking in her olive green flight-suit. He was so deep in the Force, he did not notice her entrance – either that or she had shielded herself so that she could frighten him.

“Mara!” he gasped, taking his hands out of his underwear. “I thought you weren’t supposed to be back for another week.” His face was beet red.

“I wasn’t, but a deal fell through, so here I am, finding out that my husband likes to touch himself while I am away.”

Somehow, Luke managed to blush more.  “Uh, I don’t normally do this, Mara. It’s just that… that letter that you sent me got me really… hard.”

She winked as she climbed on top of him, straddling his legs.  “That was the point.” She put her arms around his neck as he put his around her lower back. “I love it when you talk dirty and,” she kissed his lip before going to his ear to nibble on it. She whispered: “You touching yourself turns me on.” She grinded her warm mound against the straining bulge in his pants.

He groaned. “Does it now?” he husky replied, all embarrassment gone. “Does it make you all hot and bothered? Does it make you wet?” He attacked her neck and shoulder with his mouth.

“Oh, yes, Luke!”

He smiled as he continued his travels with his mouth to her collarbone. He loved it when he could make her scream his name. Obviously the five weeks had been long for her as well. He moved his hands south and cupped her butt in his hands. He lifted her up and carried her into the apartment and into the bedroom.

Luke set his beautiful wife on the edge of their bed, bent down and removed her boots and socks. He quickly slipped out of his loafers and climbed on top of her, pushing her gently on her back. She urged him to take off his under-tunic by pushing it as far up as she could with him sitting on her. He got the hint and took it off, throwing it across the room.

She licked her lips and ran her hands down his beautiful pecks and hard abs. She ran her fingertips sensually across his tattoo.

He leaned down for a kiss before unzipping her fligh-suit. Under it, she wore a white tank-top and his favorite blue booty shorts. The outfit only made his erection harder.  With fever, he stripped her of the flight-suit and attacked her lips once more as he urged the tank-top up. He paused to take the top off and he saw her tattoo.

“You like?” she asked.

“I love,” he whispered in awe. It was even more beautiful in real life. He kissed it many times before he started peeling off her brassiere-tape. He kissed every centimetre of breast he exposed. Once her first nipple was exposed, he sucked it and swirled it with his tongue, as he took the rest of the tape off.

His attention then turned to her other nipple; her right nipple was much more sensitive – he knew this for a fact. He lightly flicked it with his thumb and touched the surrounding area. This caused her to moan and squirm under him. He kissed it and flicked it with his tongue. This caused her to thread her fingers through his blonde hair and force him down. Finally, he conceded to her wants and took her nipple into his mouth to suck it. She screamed and tried to buck, but with him on her legs, holding her down, it was impossible.

“Oh, Luke. Yes. There. More. Don’t stop,” she moaned.

He suddenly stopped before the pleasure overloaded her.

She scowled at him. “I said don’t stop.”

He smirked. “I’m just getting revenge for that letter.”

She growled in frustration as she threw him off of her. “I’ll show you revenge.” She got up and got into her side of the bed. She pounded her pillow, lied down facing the wall and covered up.

Luke quickly and quietly stripped both his night-pants and boxers so that Mara wouldn’t notice and got into bed behind her, careful not to touch her with his secret weapon just yet.

“I’m sorry Mara,” he said, putting his hand on her shoulder and rubbing her shoulder-blade with his thumb. “What happened to all that stuff you planned to do in that letter?”

“Stay on your side,” she grumbled, pretending to try to sleep.

“You know I can’t do that,” he said, trailing his hand down so he could softly touch her tattoo. “I’ve missed you too much.” He then grabbed her, held her tight and ground his hot cock into the back of her thigh. “We’ve missed you too much,” he groaned. When he felt her walls cracking, he added, “We want to kriff you; your master and his long, hard love-sabre,” using words he knew that would send her over the edge.

They did.

She rolled over and kissed him passionately. “Oh, Master Skywalker, keep using words like that and your naughty apprentice will do anything for you.” She rubbed her covered womanhood against his free shaft. She grabbed his dick and started to stroke it.

He kept his moans down to make her believe he was complete in control. “Good, I have plans for us; for my saber and your holster. The wet, tight, little holster on my dirty apprentice.” He rolled them over so that he was on top. He stuck his hands in her panties to feel her wetness. She was soaking.

He stripped her of both booty shorts and lacy thong with one motion and went down on her, sucking and licking her clit while his hands moved upwards to play with her nipples once again. He let his love and pleasure bleed through their bond.

Luke’s triple onslaught gave Mara a slow yet powerful orgasm.

The passion coming through their bond was enough to bring him to completion, but he refused to let it. He licked her as she came down from her high, then lay beside her and held her as she recovered.

She looked up at him with sultry eyes. “Thank you Master, but,” her hand snaked down and stroked his pulsating cock with an expert grip, “You haven’t been taken care of yet.”

“Well, I guess there is only one thing we can do.” He reached to open the drawer in the nightstand by the bed to get protection for himself, but Mara’s hand on his bicep stopped him.

She shook her head and smiled. “I don’t think we will need those anymore,” she said, breaking the ‘role-playing’ game.

He looked at her, hopeful.

She nodded. “This was my last mission for Karrde. I am a full time Jedi and wife now.”  

Luke smiled and kissed her as he rolled onto of her. She opened her legs and he sided easily into her. He started with long, slow thrusts, enjoying the feeling and not wanting it to end quickly.

She wrapped her legs and arms around his back. “Now, isn’t this better that doing it yourself?”

“Oh, yeah.”

He slowly sped up his speed until they were going as fast as they could. When she started moaning his nam incoherently, he knew she was close. He pushed all the way into her and he felt her walls clamp-down on him.

That was all he could take.

He came, mumbling her name into her chest.

Eventually, after a few more hours of pleasure, they collapsed from exhaustion. Luke made sure they were both covered and he held his wife until morning came and their bodies were ready for more.

End.

Comments

[ginchy.livejournal.com]

OOoh, ginchy adores finding new smut to read!!! And I adore Luke touching himself... rawr. So hot. And I know Mara loves it, too. So hot for the Farmboy to be doing that.

Love their tattoos. LOL!! Very sexy!! Love it, gal! And too funny with the space underwear. LOL!

[jedimara77.livejournal.com]

Oh, that had me giggling, but in a good way. :) I bet the tattoo was Mirax's idea. LOL.

[demendora.livejournal.com]

Love the idea of tatoo with their names on it. So erotic)))