Yavin Some Fun - NC-17 - Shine to "Byss You Were Here"

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Title: Yavin Some Fun
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, Humor
Notes:   This is an officially sanctioned ginchy-shine of JediMara77’s cracky and wonderful Byss You Were Here. This takes place during chapter 12 and the first line (in italics) is JM77's. Thanks to JediMara77 for the beta and the hilariously awesome title!!  Also, thanks to Jedi_Lover for the crazy line involving puff-pies. LOL!!

 



As he settled into the shower, the warm water running over his body, he didn’t miss the distinctive sound of the ‘fresher door hissing opening behind him. He grinned in anticipation and watched through the distorted glass of the shower door as Mara came in and shed her clothing.

She stepped into the shower, using the touch pad to turn on the second shower head at the far end of the tub. The water from his side diminished slightly as hers started to spray, and he watched her for a moment, eyeing the streams of water as they sluiced over her skin, and as her hair darkened to blood red clumps. He quirked a brow in question. “I thought we could go ahead and get some practice in,” she said in answer, smiling at him as she worked soap across her body.

He grinned wider and lightly reached out to touch her stomach. “Practice makes perfect,” he agreed, leaning back into the spray of water to rinse the cleanser out of his hair.

“Have you washed Corran off your body yet?” Mara asked, quirking her own brow at him.

“I’m not sure,” he answered, pumping a generous amount of cleanser into his hands and lathering himself. “I’m trying to forget that just yesterday Corran was in charge of cleaning my body…” He trailed off with a grimace and let the water of the shower head pound against his neck and back, washing the suds down and off of his body. “I might have to stay in here for a while to feel like me again.”

“You certainly look like you again,” Mara said, voice husky and low below the roar of the twin shower heads.

Luke used his hand to wipe away the water that was snaking towards his eyes and looked at his wife. She was staring at him, biting her lower lip ever so slightly. His cock perked and Mara’s eyes flashed up toward his with a knowing look.

“I guess I can’t call you Lorran anymore,” she teased, reaching out and running one slim finger down the center line of his chest.

“No, I guess not,” he agreed, watching her finger as it circled his navel.

“That’s okay,” she said, letting her fingers slide through the soap toward his hip bones, tracing their prominence. “Because I’ve always liked your other nickname better…”

“My other nickname?” he asked, voice gone deep as his dick throbbed, hard and reaching. “What would that be?”

“You know,” she said, stepping forward and grabbing his thick staff, pumping it with her hand and smearing the wet tip with her thumb. “Wormie.”

Luke slapped a hand against the cool tile of the shower wall and groaned, thrusting into Mara’s hand. She pumped him again, and leaned down to kiss the head of his cock, murmuring to it, “I’ve missed you, Wormie.”

“And he’s missed you,” Luke groaned, pressing himself further into her hand. “Kiss it again,” he said, and Mara did, looking up at him with hooded eyes. She flicked out her tongue and licked beads of water off of him. He shuddered, letting his eyes fall closed.

Mara stood then, and he moaned in disappointment, but gasped quietly as she leaned into him, one plump breast grazing his arm just barely. She trailed her fingers back up over his chest and neck, and then traced her thumb over his full lower lip. She bit her own lip and looked up at him again, her eyes dark green and stormy. “I’m so glad to have you back, Master,” she murmured, adapting her best innocent pose.

Luke growled, instantly remembering how when Mara teased him by playacting as Master and Padawan in the very beginning of their relationship and how it had turned him on like nothing had before in his life. He tried to grab her for a kiss but she moved out of his grasp, stepping in behind him to get pelted by the spray of water at his back. She pressed herself up against him, kissing his shoulder. “I missed you, Master,” she whispered into his ear, biting the lobe softly.

He groaned, lowering his own hand to wrap around his erection, pumping it softly as she trailed kisses down his spine. She knelt and bit lightly into the soft skin where his back met his ass, and slid her fingers under his body to find and fondle his sensitive sac. “Master, do you like it when I touch you here?”

Luke growled again, and grabbed her wandering hand, pushing it back through his legs. Turning on his heel to grab her from her kneeling position, he pushed her roughly against the wet wall. He grabbed her wrists and held them tightly against the tile, on either side of her head, caging her in. Pressing in to her, he kissed her, immediately plunging his tongue between her lips to plunder and stroke, grinding his shaft against her soft lower belly.

She pulled away from his kiss, licking at the stream of water that ran down the side of his face. She shook the hair from her eyes but didn’t try to fight her way out of his grasp. “It seems,” she said, undulating against his body, “that you have me between a wall and a very hard place. What are you going to do with me, Master?”

He favored her with a slow grin. “Anything I want,” he answered, kissing her again, trailing his lips down her neck and over her collar-bone. He lowered her wrists slightly so that he could move down further, placing a kiss on the green stone that hung from the chain around her neck. Standing fully again, he transferred both wrists into his right hand, and used his left to lift the delicate necklace he’d given her for her 27th birthday, on the night they had shared their first kiss. “I like seeing you wear this,” he said, taking the stone and outlining her lips with it. “It means that you’re mine…”

Her green eyes flashed at his words, but she didn’t deny them, moving restlessly against his lower body even as she opened her mouth to the necklace.

“Suck on it,” he ground out, groaning as she licked the stone and started to lightly suckle it. He dropped Mara’s wrists and went to his knees, the shower water still warm as it thundered against him. Grabbing her hips he looked up at her, still playing with her necklace between full, red lips. His cock pounded painfully and he lowered his hand to pump it, but kissed Mara’s thigh and parted her slit, penetrating her with his tongue instead.

Mara gasped, the necklace falling from her mouth as she grabbed his hair, pressing him further into her. He took her hint and licked her with the flat of his tongue, lapping at the slick heat of her, wetter and hotter than the shower water at his back. He sharpened his tongue and sought out her clit, poking at it as she moaned and pushed towards him, trying to force him to give her the friction she craved. She used her hands on his hair to guide him, but he shook her hands off, using the Force to pin her wrists back up against the wall. He felt her lustful anger rage at him over their bond but he just looked up at her with a devilish grin, invading her body with two fingers from his right hand.

He started to thrust his fingers, rotating his thumb back and over to tease at her tiny clit. Mara moaned above him, shifting restlessly for friction and pulling against the invisible Force bonds that kept her immobile. Picking up one leg, he put it over his shoulder, and then continued his loving assault, working his mechanical hand faster and faster in her welcoming body alternatively tapping at her clit with his thumb and tongue.

After a moment she stiffened and then cried out in orgasm, and Luke allowed her arms to drop with her relief. He stood and kissed her cheek as she quaked and moaned with pleasure. Breathing hard through her mouth, she picked up his sticky right hand and kissed his palm. “Oh, I’ve missed you,” she cooed, sucking one finger barely into her mouth and looking at him with a sultry gaze.

Luke gasped at the image of her with his finger in her mouth, and steadied himself on the slick tub floor with the Force, lifting Mara under her ass and sliding her up the slick wall. He stared at her for a moment, poised just above him, and grinned. “I’m back,” he whispered, lowering her down and impaling her.

“Oooooh,” Mara gasped and groaned, clenching around him, “You feel so good, Luke…” She grabbed his face and kissed him hard, breaking loose with another moan as he slid her up the wall with his intense thrusts. He leaned in to nip a taunting nipple, perched at just the right height for his mouth.

“I missed this,” he ground out, releasing her breast, holding her hips and working to keep his concentration split to use the Force to keep her suspended. “I missed being inside of you…. Oh, yeah… My body was made for this, made for kriffing you…” He angled her downward by her hips to increase the friction on her nub, caught between their bodies.

Mara dug her nails into the muscle of his shoulders and shivered at his words, even as she smirked at him. “Such a sweet talker, Farmboy.”

He didn’t answer, but kept his hips moving, the spray of water behind him cooling as he continued his powerful thrusts, staring his wife in the eye. He brought his hand to her face and wiped the wet hair from her eyes. Opening himself fully to her in their bond, he reveled in the return of their completely connected minds and bodies.

Mara’s legs slid up his back and she clutched at him tighter with her inner muscles and he pounded them into ecstasy, crying out a split moment before Mara screamed out her own pleasure, clawing at his back and shuddering in his arms. They were both gasping for breath as Mara raised a hand to cup his face. “I’m not sure that was necessary use of the Force, Master,” she murmured. “But I liked it…”

“You like everything I do to you like this,” he answered, voice deep and intimate in her ear. “I love you…”

His words were cut off as he screeched when the water pounding against his back turned ice cold, and Mara giggled a little as she regained her footing and waved a hand to turn off the faucet. She put the hand to her mouth as she laughed at him and though he looked stunned, he started to laugh as well, pushing open the shower door to step out. “Good thing that happened right at the end there,” he said, looking down at his softening member, “or Wormie might not have been up to par.”

Mara’s eyes darkened lustfully as she looked at his dick. “Wormie’s always up to par for me,” she said, grabbing a towel and kneeling down to pat at it, and at Luke’s lower body. “He’s just so—what the kriff?”

“Huh?” Luke said, looking down from under the towel he was using to dry his face and hair. “What?”

Nudging his legs apart, Mara circled something on his thigh with her finger. “If I found this at any other time, Skywalker, Wormie would be in serious jeopardy…”

“What are you… ? Mara?” Luke put his own hand down where she was pushing at the skin of his thigh, finding a red patch of skin that looked roughly the size of a mouth. “Is that what I think it is?” he squeaked, rubbing his finger over the spot again, as if hoping that would erase it.

“At least it doesn’t reek of puff pie down here,” she said, biting her lip to keep from laughing. “Don’t worry, Farmboy, I’ll kill Horn for you later.”

Luke was still poking at the spot on his leg. “You mean they…” he trailed off. “With MY body??” The implication made him look wide-eyed at his wife. “Mirax gave me a blow--”

“I think it’s sexy,” Mara purred, slapping his hand away and kissing just below the mark that Mirax’s mouth had made. “I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist Wormie… And she didn’t give you a blowjob… She gave Corran one.”

“In MY body!” he repeated.

Mara hummed against his leg, teasing the wiry hairs as she caressed him. “I know how she felt… She saw Wormie and couldn’t resist,” she said, and kissed the soft tip of his cock. Standing, she took his hand and led him to their bed. He sat down and she knelt in front of him again, taking hold of him, watching his length grow in her hand. “I’m going to need to inspect you,” she said, pushing his cock up toward his belly slightly and making a show of peering underneath. “There might be more of these marks for me to find…”

She trailed off, kissing his sensitive sac and lowering his cock but using her hands to touch every part of him, to run over his legs and hard stomach, and finally over the ever stiffening dick that reached for her mouth.

Luke moaned and pushed up towards her, his scandalous thoughts on what Mirax and Corran had done with his body diminishing with Mara’s touch. He watched as she nuzzled his dick, kissing and licking at the shaft. He grabbed her hair and pulled on the damp locks, urging her to suck on him.

Taking just the head into her mouth, she didn’t suck, but rolled it between her lips and he grunted, trying to push himself in further. But she let him fall from her mouth and smirked. “Wormie’s back to his own den,” she said, grinning at his shocked expression before taking him back into her mouth and sucking.

“Oh, Gods!” he cried out, trying to grab her face and shove himself down her throat. Her mouth was so hot and slick around him, and the use of his teenage nickname enflamed him, as it always did. He had told Mara of the embarrassing nickname once long ago, and in true Mara fashion she had taken the name and claimed it as her own, boosting his ego in the process. If only the guys from Beggar’s Canyon could see him now…

But she was right, Wormie was home, he was back in his own body, being sucked magnificently by his hot wife, and he constricted pleasurably in her mouth as he looked at her swollen lips around his cock and her slim fingers teasing his balls.

As always, when he was close to orgasm, he reached out to his wife with the Force. But she was already there, placing an image into his mind of her sucking his inner thigh to give him a matching love-bite to the one Mirax had given him. It means that you’re mine she sent to him, invoking his earlier words. He clenched his fists and grunted as he came, his sticky essence trailing over Mara’s lower lip. He groaned as she licked it into her mouth, and then dropped her face into his thigh and acted out the image she had sent him, branding him on the other thigh with another love-bite.

He fell back onto the bed, exhausted. Mara crawled up and hovered over him, smirking. “That’s a useful skill,” she said.

He chuckled, coaxing her down against him with his arm, rubbing his hand over her back. His eyes began to flutter closed. He was so content to be in her arms, in his own body, about to take the next step in their relationship and start a family, and was ready to take a nice, long post-coital nap, but he still couldn’t believe what Corran had done. He would never be able to look Mirax in the eye again.

Next to his ear he heard Mara whisper, “Wormie needs a nap. You rest and we’ll go kill Corran later.”

Luke squinted out of one eye to look at his wife. “Promise?”

Mara looked Sithly serious. “Promise.” Then she patted his cock. “Night, Wormie.”

Luke kept his eyes closed but grinned. He affected a crazy, deep voice for Wormie and answered her. “Night, Mara!”

They both burst out laughing, and cuddled up together for their well deserved nap.

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