Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, I do borrow the Farmboy once in awhile though. (hey can you blame me!?)
Notes: This came to be last night...it will be a small thread. I thought it should have its own thread rather than attaching it to pre-existing ones.
There will be two recurring themes...
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"Mara.." Luke whispered, watching her form highlighted by the moonbeams.
She had one knee on the bed and was preparing to climb in with him.
"Hey, Farmboy,"
"What're you doing here? The wedding is in three days."
"I can't see my husband?"
"Well..its not that."
Mara put two fingers to his lips to silence him.
"Shh. No talking."
She climbed in the rest of the way, and proceeded to make herself comfortable. Luke watched her as she laid down beside him, propping herself up on one elbow so she could get a close look at his face.
"I've been in your room before, so I don't see the harm." Her fingers danced along his tunic.
Luke barely contained the shudder that ran through his body.
Mara smirked and laid her palm flat against him, then lowered herself from her slight upright position until she was hovering over him. With her hand still on his chest, she leaned inward to kiss him. He accepted her kiss, returning it with equal fervor. He wrapped his hand around her waist, pulling her closer to him so that she was straddling one of his thighs.
The kiss went on what seemed like forever and when they finally drew apart both were breathless, faces flushed with the heat of the moment.
"There, now wasn't that worth it?"
"Mmmhmm." He wrapped his other hand around her waist."Now, as much as I enjoy your presence, I have to wonder…"
"Why brings me here tonight?" She finished. "I just had to see you….and I was just wondering what it'd be like..."
"What it'd be like?" He repeated.
She nodded. "To sleep in the same bed of the person you love."
Mara's admission struck a particular chord in him, one that made his heart resonate. She was never a woman to express these type of thoughts lightly nor had she ever been a particularly emotional person. She was passionate though; he'd learned that through their years together and up to this point she'd proved just how passionate she could be. With him, she seemed to let go of any preconceived notion she had and delved into the new found relationship they'd begin.
She tested it and immersed herself within it with wonder and a passionate ardor—it that among many things that he'd grown to love about her.
Love her.
He smiled. Yes, he did love her, perhaps way before the events of Nirauan even transpired.
"What're you smiling for?" He heard her murmured.
"This…you…me…" He ran the back of his fingers along her cheek. "That we should come so far, to find something like this…so wonderful…" Luke paused. "I can't help but think…that I should have known, should have realized."
Mara propped herself up once more and stared into his eyes.
"You didn't know...I didn't."
"You were…are my best friend, and I've never had a connection with anyone as strong as the one I have with you." He propped himself up. "And, I doubt any woman could match you anyway." There was a playful twinkle in his eye.
"You would be right on that one."
"Why do I have the feeling that's the last time I'll be right?"
"Wait. You've been right?" Mara smirked. "Since when?"
Luke rolled his eyes.
"I stand corrected then."
"Very good." Mara lay back down, placing her cheek upon his chest. "This is perfect." She said after awhile.
"What's perfect?"
"This. You….me…just lying here together." She drew in a breath. "..absolutely perfect."
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