"Aftermath" -- E/C #1 -- NC-17
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lukeandmaraAftermath, an E/C tale #1
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jedimara77's Jaded Trilogy. Please see Intro to E/C for more details on the E/C universe that sprang from 'Jaded'. This first smabble (smutty drabble) is set right after the last chapter of "The Way of the Force".
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jedimara77's Jaded Trilogy. Please see Intro to E/C for more details on the E/C universe that sprang from 'Jaded'. This first smabble (smutty drabble) is set right after the last chapter of "The Way of the Force". AFTERMATH
by ginchy
Mara shifted and stretched, her fingers brushing against warm skin in the bed next to her. Her mind instantly startled awake. Her breath caught in her throat but then relaxed, Luke’s warm, sleeping pulse echoing through her mind. But still, she didn’t open her eyes, afraid to find that it was all a beautiful, impossible dream. She breathed silently for a few moments, and stretched her fingers out against his skin. He was warm, and the skin was soft beneath the pads of her fingers. She smiled and let her eyes flutter open to eye the naked expanse of his back and the stark paleness of her fingers against him.
They had left the celebration on Endor late in the night. The party showed no sign of slowing down, fireworks and dancing pilots and Ewoks apparently being made of tougher stuff than everyone else. They could have bedded down in the hut again for the night, but Luke had taken her hand and led her to a shuttle to take them back to Home One. She had been almost reluctant, but the welcome from her fellow Rogues had eased her doubts, even if there was an awkward moment when she realized she had nowhere to stay on the ship. For once, Luke had been the one to shake his head in exasperation. She let him lead her to his room. They had both taken a quick run through the sonics and then fell together in the bed.
And now, Mara was unsure of what time it was. What day it was. And furthermore, for once, she didn’t care. As far as she knew, no one had been to their door since it had closed, and she hoped it stayed that way for quite some time longer. She pushed herself across the bed, ignoring the slight pulling pain in her injured shoulder, and pressed herself up against Luke’s warm back. She burrowed her head into the space between his shoulder and neck, slowing her breath to breathe in time with him. Her eyes closed and she slept again.
*
The next time she woke the room seemed the same, no natural light to let her know the passage of time. Luke was now on his back and she was using his shoulder for a pillow. Her hand was curled up and lying against his chest. She flattened it and splayed her fingers over his heart, feeling the steady and reassuring beat of it against her palm. Her eyes strayed over the prominence of his collar bone, tracing down over the hard chest against which her hand rested. Unable to resist she set her lips lightly to his collar and kissed, one kiss and then two, shifting to trace her lips further. He moved under her and moaned, his hips jerking up reflexively. She looked down and saw his morning hardness pushing up under his sleep-pants. Kissing his chest again, she exhaled hot breath against his skin.
She pushed tangled hair back from her forehead and looked up into his face. His blue eyes were open, blinking slowly at her. He opened his mouth to speak, but her finger met his lips in a hushing gesture. She shook her head slightly. Opening herself up to their new bond, she gasped at the intensity of his sleepy but burgeoning awareness. Showing her own intent, she sat up and removed her sleep shirt and the utilitarian pair of his underwear that she had worn to bed.
Luke swallowed and she followed the line of movement down his neck. She licked her lips and clamored on top of him, her thighs nestling around his stomach, his clothed hardness pulsing against her bottom. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she leaned down, brushing her lips across his. He turned his head slightly, shaking his head. She smirked as she realized why, and lifted one hand to bring his face back to hers. She didn’t care about morning breath or full bladders. She didn’t care about a galaxy still mostly in chaos outside their door. The only thing she cared about was Luke, hard and willing, right underneath of her. She squeezed her thighs around him and sealed her lips to his again.
Bliss.
Shyness forgotten, Luke put his skill into the kiss, quickly bringing her to a quivering mass of feeling with each stroke of his tongue. His fingers traced gently up her back, following the line of her spine until he reached the bandage of her wound. He treated her with care, but didn’t baby her, kissing her roughly, almost bruisingly. She could feel from their bond the realization of just how easily he could have lost her, almost did lose her.
The thought sped through their bond and touched her own heart, at the realization of what she could have lost. The anger that had coursed through her veins, her coping mechanism, had kept her from experiencing the loss, but the thought of it now was raw and painful and she was thankful that it was not something she had to dwell on. Not when she had him below her, hot and ready to ease the ache in her heart and her ready body.
He reached awkwardly around her to pull his sleep-pants down. She growled in pleasure at the movement and sat up to help him. As soon as they were down she spread her legs and engulfed him, crying out when he slid in, the weight of her mostly full bladder pressing against the fullness of him, the erotic ache of it almost unbearable. Luke’s hands slid up her hips to her stomach, rubbing circles with his thumbs as he went. He cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples. Her head fell back and she pushed herself further into his palms, clenching around him as the heat grew between their bodies.
She kept her eyes closed as she rode him, listening to his harsh pants and concentrating on not coming too soon, enjoying the sheer pleasure of their love-act. She rose up and down, using her thighs around his waist for traction, and moaned when he tweaked her nipples, the feeling streaking to settle deep in her core.
Mara, he whispered into her mind. Look at me, love…
She opened heavy eyes and looked down into his, gasping at the love and lust he projected with his beautiful blue gaze. She cupped her hands around his on her breasts and took them in her own, instead, entwining their fingers in an act almost more intimate to her than his length buried deep within her. Love-making was still so new, and she was in love…. So very in love…
She pushed their entwined hands back until his arms came up and beside his head, his arm muscles bulging out at the tightness of their combined hands. She used the leverage there to lean in over him to ride him, the sweat of their bodies allowing her to slide up and down on him quickly, her fast and furious movements driving them both to the brink of ecstasy.
And when it came, Luke gasped and moaned, his head burrowing deeply into his pillow. His love shattered out over their bond until she could feel it in every part of her body. It lodged in her throbbing center and she exploded in pleasure, biting her lip fiercely to keep from screaming out her love for the entire ship to hear. She shuddered and fell, but as always, Luke was there to catch her. He rubbed her back and shivered with her, hearts racing and breath rapid in rapture.
As their bodies cooled Luke wrapped a warm blanket around them, and held her close. He kissed her forehead and drifted back into an exhausted sleep.
But Mara laid awake and listened to the comforting beat of his heart. The heart that would follow her wherever she needed to be. The heart that loved her.
Immense changes would be coming soon, almost the second they walked out their door. But Mara knew that one fact would always remain: her heart belonged to Luke and he had long ago given her his.
by ginchy
Mara shifted and stretched, her fingers brushing against warm skin in the bed next to her. Her mind instantly startled awake. Her breath caught in her throat but then relaxed, Luke’s warm, sleeping pulse echoing through her mind. But still, she didn’t open her eyes, afraid to find that it was all a beautiful, impossible dream. She breathed silently for a few moments, and stretched her fingers out against his skin. He was warm, and the skin was soft beneath the pads of her fingers. She smiled and let her eyes flutter open to eye the naked expanse of his back and the stark paleness of her fingers against him.
They had left the celebration on Endor late in the night. The party showed no sign of slowing down, fireworks and dancing pilots and Ewoks apparently being made of tougher stuff than everyone else. They could have bedded down in the hut again for the night, but Luke had taken her hand and led her to a shuttle to take them back to Home One. She had been almost reluctant, but the welcome from her fellow Rogues had eased her doubts, even if there was an awkward moment when she realized she had nowhere to stay on the ship. For once, Luke had been the one to shake his head in exasperation. She let him lead her to his room. They had both taken a quick run through the sonics and then fell together in the bed.
And now, Mara was unsure of what time it was. What day it was. And furthermore, for once, she didn’t care. As far as she knew, no one had been to their door since it had closed, and she hoped it stayed that way for quite some time longer. She pushed herself across the bed, ignoring the slight pulling pain in her injured shoulder, and pressed herself up against Luke’s warm back. She burrowed her head into the space between his shoulder and neck, slowing her breath to breathe in time with him. Her eyes closed and she slept again.
*
The next time she woke the room seemed the same, no natural light to let her know the passage of time. Luke was now on his back and she was using his shoulder for a pillow. Her hand was curled up and lying against his chest. She flattened it and splayed her fingers over his heart, feeling the steady and reassuring beat of it against her palm. Her eyes strayed over the prominence of his collar bone, tracing down over the hard chest against which her hand rested. Unable to resist she set her lips lightly to his collar and kissed, one kiss and then two, shifting to trace her lips further. He moved under her and moaned, his hips jerking up reflexively. She looked down and saw his morning hardness pushing up under his sleep-pants. Kissing his chest again, she exhaled hot breath against his skin.
She pushed tangled hair back from her forehead and looked up into his face. His blue eyes were open, blinking slowly at her. He opened his mouth to speak, but her finger met his lips in a hushing gesture. She shook her head slightly. Opening herself up to their new bond, she gasped at the intensity of his sleepy but burgeoning awareness. Showing her own intent, she sat up and removed her sleep shirt and the utilitarian pair of his underwear that she had worn to bed.
Luke swallowed and she followed the line of movement down his neck. She licked her lips and clamored on top of him, her thighs nestling around his stomach, his clothed hardness pulsing against her bottom. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she leaned down, brushing her lips across his. He turned his head slightly, shaking his head. She smirked as she realized why, and lifted one hand to bring his face back to hers. She didn’t care about morning breath or full bladders. She didn’t care about a galaxy still mostly in chaos outside their door. The only thing she cared about was Luke, hard and willing, right underneath of her. She squeezed her thighs around him and sealed her lips to his again.
Bliss.
Shyness forgotten, Luke put his skill into the kiss, quickly bringing her to a quivering mass of feeling with each stroke of his tongue. His fingers traced gently up her back, following the line of her spine until he reached the bandage of her wound. He treated her with care, but didn’t baby her, kissing her roughly, almost bruisingly. She could feel from their bond the realization of just how easily he could have lost her, almost did lose her.
The thought sped through their bond and touched her own heart, at the realization of what she could have lost. The anger that had coursed through her veins, her coping mechanism, had kept her from experiencing the loss, but the thought of it now was raw and painful and she was thankful that it was not something she had to dwell on. Not when she had him below her, hot and ready to ease the ache in her heart and her ready body.
He reached awkwardly around her to pull his sleep-pants down. She growled in pleasure at the movement and sat up to help him. As soon as they were down she spread her legs and engulfed him, crying out when he slid in, the weight of her mostly full bladder pressing against the fullness of him, the erotic ache of it almost unbearable. Luke’s hands slid up her hips to her stomach, rubbing circles with his thumbs as he went. He cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples. Her head fell back and she pushed herself further into his palms, clenching around him as the heat grew between their bodies.
She kept her eyes closed as she rode him, listening to his harsh pants and concentrating on not coming too soon, enjoying the sheer pleasure of their love-act. She rose up and down, using her thighs around his waist for traction, and moaned when he tweaked her nipples, the feeling streaking to settle deep in her core.
Mara, he whispered into her mind. Look at me, love…
She opened heavy eyes and looked down into his, gasping at the love and lust he projected with his beautiful blue gaze. She cupped her hands around his on her breasts and took them in her own, instead, entwining their fingers in an act almost more intimate to her than his length buried deep within her. Love-making was still so new, and she was in love…. So very in love…
She pushed their entwined hands back until his arms came up and beside his head, his arm muscles bulging out at the tightness of their combined hands. She used the leverage there to lean in over him to ride him, the sweat of their bodies allowing her to slide up and down on him quickly, her fast and furious movements driving them both to the brink of ecstasy.
And when it came, Luke gasped and moaned, his head burrowing deeply into his pillow. His love shattered out over their bond until she could feel it in every part of her body. It lodged in her throbbing center and she exploded in pleasure, biting her lip fiercely to keep from screaming out her love for the entire ship to hear. She shuddered and fell, but as always, Luke was there to catch her. He rubbed her back and shivered with her, hearts racing and breath rapid in rapture.
As their bodies cooled Luke wrapped a warm blanket around them, and held her close. He kissed her forehead and drifted back into an exhausted sleep.
But Mara laid awake and listened to the comforting beat of his heart. The heart that would follow her wherever she needed to be. The heart that loved her.
Immense changes would be coming soon, almost the second they walked out their door. But Mara knew that one fact would always remain: her heart belonged to Luke and he had long ago given her his.
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Date: 2012-03-22 01:31 am (UTC)YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. YAY L/M BEING HAPPY AND CAREFREE
I'M SO EXCITED I CAN'T TURN OFF THE CAPS
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Date: 2012-03-22 01:34 am (UTC)E/C = LOVE
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
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Date: 2012-03-22 12:10 pm (UTC)Looking forward to more.
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Date: 2012-03-24 02:55 am (UTC)Thanks!!!
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Date: 2012-03-22 06:04 pm (UTC)Looking forward to more ;)
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Date: 2012-03-24 02:57 am (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it and that it was romantic. I love the idea of them crashing out for days.
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Date: 2012-03-22 07:36 pm (UTC)and then:
"But Mara laid awake and listened to the comforting beat of his heart. The heart that would follow her wherever she needed to be. The heart that loved her."
and I went straight to so mushy I almost started crying!
Awesome!!!
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Date: 2012-03-23 10:19 pm (UTC)When I read this my mind immediately pictured Wedge giving Wicket a lap dance. Weird.
Very nice story. Mara may have not screamed in rapture, but I bet she woke up any other force sensitive on the ship. LOL!
You gotta love L/M smut.
Once somebody shows me how to post a story in this Forum I can transfer some of my NC-17 stories over from SWFF. That's a hint ginchy. ;)
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Date: 2012-03-24 03:00 am (UTC)All the Force sensitives had lovely dreams that night... except Leia who was pissed that they weren't shielding properly. ;)
Thank you, lady!!
And I will be glad to help you out!! I need those stories over here, especially The Auction!!!