Title: Silent Fantasies
Author: Jedi_Lover
Rating: PG13
Characters: Luke Skywalker, Mara Jade
Genre: Adult themes, sexual innuendos
Summary: Sparks of erotic desire ignite during an undercover mission.
Author Note: Jedi_Trace and I wrote this story years ago and posted it on another website. It was an NC-17 story. I have rewritten it and toned it down so it can be posted here.
As Luke entered the dark nightclub, the smell of spice, booze and an underlying odor of unwashed humans and aliens alike immediately assaulted his senses. He forced back the urge to gag. Seeing as how he was disguised as a dangerous smuggler, it wouldn't look good if he started retching at a smell that was almost ubiquitous in the lower levels of Coruscant.
Luke stood at the doorway for a moment letting his eyes adjust to the low light of the establishment. As nightclubs went, this was definitely not the worst he had visited during this New Republic Intelligence mission. In fact, this one could almost be considered 'classy' by lower Coruscant standards.
This particular club was large. Not one of the many shoddy hole-in-the-wall taverns he had visited this week. It was as big as the main audience chamber at the Jedi Academy on Yavin IV, but that was where the similarities ended. At the center of the room was a large round stage where scantily clad females danced to the beat of provocative modern music. The stage was the only thing that was well lit in the area. Surrounding the stage, clustered against the walls, were dark alcoves especially designed for patron privacy. There, the high society customers could revel in the debauchery of the underworld while protecting their anonymity. Criminals could do any assortment of illegal activities with some semblance of privacy, all while having a perfect view of the dancers pirouetting and gyrating their hips on stage.
Luke moved down to find an unoccupied booth on the main floor. He glanced up at the Twi'lek currently dancing on stage. Her speckled blue lekku whipped around her head as she spun around a pole at the end of the dance area.
She smiled and blew Luke a kiss as he went by. He did his best impression of a leer and tried not to blush at her advances. He knew it was all business to these girls. Happy customers stayed longer, drank more and dumped more money into the pockets of the owners.
Luke wondered if he was expected to put a credit chip somewhere in the dancer's outfit as many of the strip clubs he'd frequented this week encouraged the men to do so.
'No,' he thought as he saw the signs warning the patrons to stand clear of the stage. Luke was able to make out the occasional flicker of a protective particle shield around the border of the dance area.
'Good,' Luke thought. The dancers would not only be protected from the unwelcome advances of drunken patrons, but from blaster shots also. Not that he expected any trouble tonight. He wasn't even sure if this was the right place.
Luke slipped into one of the darkened booths and ordered a drink from the holomenu on the table. As he waited for a service droid to deliver his drink, he pulled out a simulated-spice stick from his pocket and lit up. He hated smoking. Even if it wasn't real spice, the smoke burned his throat, stained his fingers and made his clothes and hair reek, but he had a part to play. Luke couldn't wait until he got back to his hotel room to shower and change after doing one of these reconnoiters for New Republic Intelligence.
Currently, he was looking for Black Sun operatives. NRI agents had intercepted a transmission that a major buy of illegal biological weapons was going to happen in the next month and that Black Sun was operating out of a night/strip/sex club somewhere in the lower levels of the planet.
Luke sighed. It was a big planet.
The informant was able to narrow the search down to a particular quadrant, but there had to be over fifty nightclubs in that area. So Luke and a few other Jedi were recruited to use their Force abilities to try to pinpoint where the Black Sun was setting up their base of operations.
The job was not too dangerous. It usually meant Luke would enter a club, sit back and use his Jedi abilities to reach out and try to sense any illegal or hostile intent in the audience. There was plenty to be found, just not the type he was looking for. Mainly, he found a simmering angst among many of the men in these establishments—men who Luke could only describe as having relationship-issues. They desired women but often they hated them at the same time, blaming women-kind for their loneliness and for not jumping at the chance to fulfill their lecherous sexual fantasies.
Luke tried to shake the thought from his head. He hated peering into the thoughts of these men, but that was what he was here for.
'I was sent to be a Jedi voyeur,' Luke scoffed mentally.
But it was a job that had to be done. Somebody out there was trying to acquire a weapon that could kill millions and he needed to briefly touch the minds of these people in an effort to locate that person.
In the past, when Luke had the displeasure of doing this, he usually caught glimpses of the ordinary thoughts of others: people wondering if they turned off the food prep unit, arranging their shopping list, wondering what they should make for dinner. But here, the thoughts he was subjected to were often dark and bizarre and almost always carnal in nature. It made Luke extremely uncomfortable.
The music stopped and the blue Twi'lek gave a wave to the crowd as she moved to the back of the stage. The particle shield was temporarily suspended as she walked down the stairs and was immediately surrounded by two of the largest human bouncers he had ever seen. Another dancer made her way up the stage before the shield was reactivated and the music began to play for the new entertainer.
Luke was reaching out with the Force to the crowd and immediately felt a familiar presence. He glanced up and realized that Mara Jade was on the stage. Because of her experience as a dancer she had volunteered to gain undercover employment in the Coruscant club circuit. Mara was supposed to be working at another club down the street tonight. Luke remembered that the same sleazy Bothan owned both clubs, so he probably pulled Mara from that club to replace a dancer that didn't show up here.
'This should be interesting,' Luke thought uneasily. He purposely avoided working the same clubs as Mara to prevent embarrassing her. The clothing she was forced to wear was revealing to the point of almost not being there at all. No, not much was left to the imagination.
Luke considered leaving, but thought he shouldn't call attention to himself. So he sat back and immersed himself with his mission. He reached out with the Force and tried to read the crowd.
The first thing he noticed was the men's attention was riveted to his friend on stage. Oh, they had looked and lusted over the blue Twi'lek earlier, but now all thoughts and eyes were on Mara Jade.
Luke risked a glance up to his friend. He could understand the men's interest. She was easily the most beautiful dancer he had seen in weeks. Her body was lean, athletic and with ample breasts. Her hair was long and wild and whipped around her body as she spun and whirled. Luke gasped as she finished a spin and then dropped down into a full split.
'I didn't know she was that flexible!' he thought, thoroughly impressed.
Mara brought her hands down to the floor in front of her and slowly brought herself into a handstand. Her muscular backside was barely concealed by a red shimmersilk bikini bottom and Luke could see the ripple of her muscles tighten as she slowly lowered her legs to bring herself into a standing position.
Luke pulled his eyes off of Mara. He noticed his pulse had increased and beads of sweat were now forming on his forehead. The waiter droid finally arrived with his drink and he quickly gulped it down and ordered a second. He wasn't sure why after watching stripper after stripper all week that he was suddenly affected by Mara's performance.
Luke shook his head. Maybe by concentrating on his mission he could purge his mind of some very surprising and impure thoughts that were popping into his head.
He reached out with the Force and looked for any dangerous intent in the crowd.
He gasped as he caught the thoughts of one obese human businessman across the room. In his mind's eye, the businessman had his hands around Mara's neck and Luke could see the fear in her eyes. Luke thought he might have stumbled across his Black Sun target when suddenly the man's thoughts turned in a different direction. Before Luke could stop the images from assaulting his senses, he witnessed this man's twisted fantasy involving pain and domination of a sexual nature.
Luke pulled out of the man's mind quickly and shuddered, rubbing his hand over his eyes. He had been subjected to various sexual fantasies in the last few weeks. Even if he hadn't been trying to glimpse into these men's minds, he would have been hard pressed to keep the images out of his head. It was almost like they were mentally shouting at him.
Luke quickly composed himself and tried to concentrate on the next patron. He was a Rodian. Luke thought he would be safe from images of Mara being accosted as he took a peek at the alien's thoughts. After all, Rodians were not known to be attracted to humans.
Luke gasped as he became aware of his error. Once he glimpsed into the alien's mind, he was immediately assaulted by a vision of the reptilian grabbing a hold of Mara Jade...
Luke pulled out of the alien mind and realized that he was now sweating profusely. If it had been anybody but Mara, it wouldn't have bothered him as much, but this was his friend that these men wanted to degrade and kriff.
Apprehensively, Luke concentrated his efforts on the next table. Although the patrons were all concealed by shadows, Luke could see them through the Force. Two men occupied this booth. That was a good sign. Perhaps it was a crime boss meeting.
He carefully peered into their thoughts and found both men sharing the same fantasy and once again Mara Jade was involved. Luke pulled away from the vision and drew in a deep breath.
"Stang, I hate this," he whispered to himself. He took a couple deep breaths and tried to slow his heart down. He was embarrassed to realize that he now more than a little aroused.
This was pure torture. He had not been with a woman for a long time and this was killing him. He was not only forced to watch his beautiful friend sway to the music in a tantalizing erotic manner, but he was also being subjected to the lewd fantasies of all the men, and a few women, in the audience involving Mara who was now hanging on the stripper pole upside down giving him an excellent view of her full breasts.
He grabbed the napkin under his drink and wiped the sweat from his brow. It felt like the room had become unbearably hot. He was getting more than a little angry over these men and their brutal sexual fantasies. Mara was a special woman…they shouldn't be thinking of her as an object. She was a person…a remarkable, beautiful woman.
But in a way, he couldn't blame anyone for being attracted to Mara Jade. Even the Jedi Master himself fantasized about being with such a wonderful woman.
He would never jeopardize their friendship by telling her this, but almost since the day he had first met her, he had thought that she was quite possibly the most incredible woman he'd ever seen. The fact that she was completely in control of her feminine prowess, as she was demonstrating on the stage even now, made her even more desirable.
Though he'd always found her attractive, his thoughts usually went back to the first time she had taken his breath away. It was the evening she had come to the Jedi academy on Yavin. She'd arrived in a form-fitting silvery flight suit that did not go unnoticed by the other male students. Luke had long since become accustomed to admiring her distantly, but when she removed her helmet and shook out her mane of red hair, he had almost lost the ability to greet her properly. He vaguely remembered stumbling through an introduction then asking Corran to help Mara find a room.
Up on the stage, Mara spun around the pole and, just like that night so long ago, her hair tumbled around her shoulders. Luke took another sip of his drink as he stared at her, his mission completely forgotten. He gazed at her longingly and had his own fantasy. A fantasy where he had done something completely different that day on Yavin IV so long ago….
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In his mind's eye, Luke does not send Mara away with Corran. Instead, he excuses himself from the other students and leads her into the Great Temple. She follows him wordlessly to his chambers on the third level and he locks the door behind them.
She has come to Yavin under the pretense of studying the Jedi ways, but only he knows the truth – that she has come for him. They stand a meter apart, regarding each other with self-conscious expectation.
He approaches her, drinking her in with his eyes. She smiles gently, granting him permission to touch her and their lips meet for the first time. It's just flesh lightly brushing flesh at first, warm breaths tentatively shared. Gradually, she parts her lips, drawing him into a deep, hungry kiss.
Years of hidden affections pulse between them as he glides his hands down her back and over the womanly curves that even the flight suit cannot hide. He feels her hands, smaller but with no less intent, begin an exploration of their own. She slides her palms under his tunic and his flesh sparks to life at her touch.
Gods, he wants her. The thought consumes him and he is sure that she can hear it, but she steps back, just out of his reach. Reaching for the zip-clasp of her flight suit, she slides it down slowly. The shimmering fabric separates, exposing her milky white skin. She is not wearing anything underneath.
He watches as she sheds the suit and stands naked before him. His mouth goes dry and a tightness forms in his throat…she is the most exquisite creature he has ever seen. She stands straight and self-assured, unashamed of her body and fully aware of the effect her offering has on him.
He pulls off his tunic and boots then removes his pants. She glances down at him and her mouth parts ever so slightly as she lifts lidded eyes to him, running her tongue lightly along her lips.
Taking her face into his hands, he kisses her flushed mouth before moving his hands down her body. Time stands still as he tenderly caresses every centimeter of her smooth skin. She does not resist but is pliant in his arms, leaning into his touch and whispering sultry words of encouragement in his ear.
She is driving him wild and all he wants to do is make love to this exquisite woman.
Blood pounds in his ears as he guides her to the bed and lowers her onto the soft sheets. Her hair spreads in silky waves over the pillow and he brushes a single red lock with his lips. She murmurs his name…Luke…and the fire in his veins burns even hotter.
Luke nibbles on her earlobe and then runs a trail of hot kisses down her neck. She arches her back and moans her pleasure as their bodies finally join.
She cries out, 'Yes! Please! Oh Luke…'
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"Mara," Luke moaned as he pulled himself out of his musings breathing hard and sexually frustrated beyond human endurance. He pinched the bridge of his nose in embarrassment. He shouldn't torture himself with such thoughts. He made the biggest mistake of his life when he didn't pursue his beautiful friend years ago and after his horrible fiasco with Callista he was sure he was doomed to live a life of a lonely bachelor. Deep down he knew he would never build up the courage to tell her how he felt. He might be fearless on the battlefield, but when it came to the affairs of the heart he was a coward.
He took a long draw of his whiskey as he brought his attention back to reality. The music was still beating a raucous tempo but the patrons around him felt different, as if they were confused and not a little disgruntled. When Luke looked up on the stage, he understood why.
Mara had stopped dancing and was staring straight at him. Her look of shocked disbelief hit him like a cannon to the gut. She mouthed his name, "Luke?"
He knew then that she had seen. He had not shielded his fantasy and she had seen it. If the planet could have opened up and swallowed him, he would gladly have descended into the murky depths to escape the withering stare coming from his friend.
How could he have been so stupid?
And now she knew.
His face burned and he lowered his head, running a trembling hand through his hair.
She knew.