Forbidden Passion of the JedI
Skywalker blinks groggily a few times, the smart sensors in the
ceiling realizing that an inhabitant is awake brings the light setting up to
50. Looking to his left Luke sees Mara Jade-Skywalker, his wife, asleep
sweetly with her head laying upon his chest, her hair tickling his neck. Luke
smiles broadly, his favorite drink, the cosmic smash, did strange things to
his system and turned Mara into a vixen in the bedroom. Luke chuckled to
himself amusedly, as his genitals twinged in protest of last nights
shennanigans.
Now something else twinged beside him, noticing a slight pressure
against his inner thigh Luke looks to his right.
AAHHHH!! OH MY GOD!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE
HAN! LUKE screams in that pleading octave that only he can produce.
What's the problem? The smuggler says casually, concealing his
morning erection with two carefully placed hands.
THE PROBLEM IS YOU IN MY BED NAKED!! OH MY FORCE!!
WHAT HAVE WE DONE!! Luke wailed.
"Search your feelings Luke. You know last night was awesome."
Mara interjected.
"No, not you too Mara…Not you" Luke Whined. Luke's jedi senses
twinged again, a sense of someone familiar. There were knocks on the door.
Slow at first then they came more urgently.
"Luke!! Mara!? Have you seen Han? He didn't come back from
repairing the Falcon last night" Leia explained.
"In here Leia!" Han said. "Luke is into it!"
"NO IM NOT!" "WHAT THE FORCE!" Luke bitched at everyone in
earshot.
"One of us" Mara said.
"One of us" Han replied.
"One of us" was audible through the door, which then opened to
reveal what only could have been Leia, dressed in a Jabba the Hut suit.
" Udda gitchi Solo" Leia says in Huttese, in a dead on impression of
Jabba.
"Ughhaa!" Luke awakens in a cold sweat with a boner that would be
envied by a Gundar.
"What's the matter sweetie?" Mara asks startled out of her post-coital
slumber.
"Just a horrible dream" Luke replies.
"What happened?" Said Han from Luke's other side.
"AGHHHHHHH"