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lukeandmaraTitle: Where It Counts
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, (Slight) Humor
Notes: Officially sanctioned ginchy-shine of Jedi_Lover’s fun fic Second to None. If you haven't read the fic, you should! It concerns Luke and Mara finding Luke's clone, Mark. This takes place during the chapter posted on 1/3. The lines in italics are Jedi_Lover’s.
“Mara,” Luke said gently. “I understand your confusion. This is all so new, but I think… I love you.” He pulled her into his warm embrace and gave her a soft lingering kiss.
Mara almost swooned in his arms from the powerful sensations coursing through her body. She kissed him back, aggressively and possessively. Without separating their lips she maneuvered herself toward the door where she activated the locks. She was extremely glad the ysalamiri was in the room; she didn’t need Mark picking up any stray thoughts from her.
She didn’t know if it was the emotionally draining events of the day that drove her forward, but she needed this. She could have lost him today…and that dreadful thought made her want to hold him close and never let him go.
She grabbed the bottom of Luke’s red tunic and pulled it off over his head.
She gave him an appraising look as she ran her hands over his warm naked flesh. He was tan, toned and perfect.
He smiled and leaned down and kissed her, his lips gentle and tender as his hands explored her body eagerly. Finally he located the front zipper of her flightsuit and slowly pulled it down as his lips continued to kiss her passionately. He then drew away and gave her a questioning look.
“Are we ready for this?”
It felt like her body was on fire. She pushed all doubts aside. “Yes, I think we are.” Her voice was husky with emotion.
“Good,” he murmured as he kissed her again.
.
.
.
His warm hands slid around her stomach and up to her back. He caressed the skin between her shoulder-blades as he clutched her even closer, their lips meeting and separating as their kisses became hotter, wetter. Mara drew his tongue deep into her mouth and stroked it with her own, moaning at the taste of him, so unique and now intimately familiar.
She ran her fingers over his chest again, familiarizing herself with the planes and angles of him. The muscles in his stomach bunched as she teased over them, tracing her line through the thin band of hair that disappeared into the waistband of the trousers he had borrowed from Mark.
He continued to kiss her, sliding his hands up her back to the neck of her flightsuit, peeling it from her shoulders. He broke from her lips and blazed a path down her neck to her shoulder, kissing her there as he pushed the suit down. It caught in the crook of her elbows and she let her arms fall to her sides to let it fall, taking the last of her inhibition with it.
She stepped out of the wide legs of the suit, flushing as she realized she now wore only her boots and her underwear.
But Luke pushed her chin up with a single finger, his eyes blazing intently into hers. “You’re beautiful.” He kissed her again, pulling her close to him and groaning into her mouth when the tips of her breasts, hard beneath her bra brushed against his chest.
Mara returned the kiss, once again running her fingers over his chest and strong back, thinking that he had misread her embarrassment and didn’t seem overly concerned with her boots. She wondered how different this love-making would be with the Force blazing between them, but as Luke’s mouth drifted up her cheekbone and his gentle breath blew in her ear, she couldn’t imagine how it could become any more electric than it already was.
He continued to nibble at her ear, and she moaned his name quietly. Daringly, she popped the button on his trousers, shivering when Luke exhaled hotly into her ear.
“You’ve been trying to do this since we met...” he murmured. “Undress me, I mean.”
Mara bit her lip and looked up into his warm blue eyes, full of repressed laughter and she let a puff of amusement escape her lips. Just like that, the tension was broken, but the intention was still thick in the air, especially when Mara dropped her hand to the hidden heat of his erection and stroked the ridge of him through his pants, delighting in his groan of pleasure. “No,” she corrected his earlier statement. “This is what I’ve been trying to do…”
“Keep trying,” he urged, pressing into her hand.
She laughed and pressed harder, before pulling the pants down and off, leaving him only in the boxer-briefs that Mark had given him. She had told Mark that women loved that type of underwear and she had to admit that she knew what she was talking about. The fit was perfect and tight over the trim muscles of his stomach, but Mara couldn’t lift her eyes from the erection straining the confines of the fabric. She trailed her fingers over it, pressing her legs together at the sudden rush of wetness between them.
Luke whispered her name, and it was her only warning as he grabbed her by the upper arms and kissed her again, his tongue invading her mouth possessively. But she was there to match his hunger and accepted him willingly.
He pushed her back toward the bunk and they walked there clumsily, refusing to part their lips until Mara’s boot stubbed Luke’s toe. He yelped and knocked into Mara, but the bed was soft at her back as she fell into it. Luke managed to catch himself before he squashed her, but his lower body pressed intimately against her as he struggled up on his elbows over her.
“Hi.” He brushed his nose against hers, the playful touch at odds with the heavy weight of his cock against her thigh. But the move was so Luke that tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She could have lost him today. Again the image of him dressed in Sith black passed through her mind, but his soft lips against her erased the image. She squeezed him against her tightly. This was her Farmboy. Her Luke.
Luke had other ideas and shook out of her hold, thrusting lightly against her as he kissed her shoulder again and fingered the strap of her bra. His fingers were light as they skimmed her arm and lightly turned her, unsnapping the garment. Mara helped him remove it and caught her breath as he kissed the side of her breast, his breath hot as it skimmed over her newly exposed skin.
She squirmed and thrust her breasts into his face. He chuckled, but wrapped a hand around one and brought the sensitive tip to his mouth, flicking his tongue out to taste.
She moaned his name, clutching his back. She lifted her legs, seeking to wrap them around his body, but dropped them with a muffled curse as the heavy boots weighed her legs down. Luke laughed against her, his stomach contracting against hers, the feeling erotic and strange and wonderful. She pushed at him, trying to reach around him to the shoes. “Let me just--”
He sat up. “Let me.” He slithered down her body and off the foot of the bed, grasping one heavy boot in his hand and undoing the lace.
Mara looked down at him, squatting in his underwear and suppressed a smile. “You look ridiculous.”
He raised a brow. “You’re the one wearing boots with your underwear.” He seemed to be holding back his own grin.
“Are you saying I look ridiculous?” She made a great show of thrusting her chest out and biting her lip.
Luke growled and pulled off her boots quickly, jumping back in the bed and covering her body with his. “You look gorgeous.”
They kissed again, wrestling around the bed as hands fought for dominance to touch each other, to feel and caress the places they had only dreamed about. Luke latched onto a sensitized nipple and lightly bit into it, and Mara arched up, a keening groan breaking from her lips as the heat between her legs grew hotter.
She threaded her fingers into the short hairs at the base of his neck and pulled him into another kiss, pressing up into him and rubbing against the hardness she craved. Luke moaned and pushed into her almost instinctively, kissing her harder and thrusting his tongue deeply into her mouth.
Returning the kiss, she ran her fingers down his strong back and slipping them into the band of his underwear, caressing the rounded slope of his ass, trying to push the offending garment off, and away.
Luke tore his mouth from hers, panting. “Mara--”
But she had reached her breaking point and was done with his words. Didn’t need them any longer. She pushed at her own underwear, the invitation clear and definite.
Grinning, Luke peeled off his underwear and threw them, and then helped her to remove hers fully so that they were finally naked in one another’s arms.
Mara licked her lips and tried to control her frantic breaths as she eyed Luke’s cock for the first time. It was long and thick, pulsating and red. She touched him, wrapping her fingers around him as he watched, wide-eyed. He shuddered as she pumped her hand up his velvety shaft. “So,” she said, catching his eyes as she held him in her hand. “That’s where those extra four inches went.”
Luke’s grin was supernova bright and she knew he remembered his petty worries over Mark being four inches taller than him originally. His grin dissolved into a desperate groan as she pumped him with a grinding pressure and fingered the sticky head. “Believe me, this is where extra inches really count…”
He cried out and grabbed her, apparently having reached his breaking point. But Mara was there to match him, automatically wrapping her legs around his waist and opening herself to him. He didn’t even pause before he pushed forward and was inside of her. They both cried out from the incredible feeling, a feeling of completion new and overwhelming in its intensity.
They found a rhythm together, Mara’s hands clutching at his sweaty back as he moved over her, his shaggy hair hanging in his face. She drew her legs in as close to his ribs as she could, clutching him to her, accepting his demanding kiss and reveling in it, reveling in him. He alternated kisses with whispered love words into her ear and she moaned out his name in reaction.
And then he angled his hips downward and his pubic bone pressed against her clit and she saw stars. She screamed in pleasure and pulled him closer still. “Keep doing that,” she demanded, the sweet friction driving her out of her mind. “Yes, yes, Luke!”
She shattered in his arms, screaming as she quaked in orgasm, the intensity of the pleasure overwhelming it its power. Distantly she felt Luke push against her once more and then he too was shouting his own ecstasy.
He snuggled into her and caressed her sweaty skin, his breath damp against her neck as she cooled from their encounter. She clutched his muscled bicep and gulped in deep breaths of air. Turning her head on the pillow she looked at his face. His eyes were closed and a small smile was on his lips. A wave of contentment passed over her to see him so happy and sated.
In that moment she realized that she had completely fallen for the Jedi and that there was no turning back.
She was in love.
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