A/N: Originally this was supposed to be one long post..but I think it works better in parts….So I hope you enjoy this little sorid gem…I had a lot of fun writing it.

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"Ow, Mara, that hurt!" Luke shouted from inside the bedroom.

"Oh, don't be such a big baby. It wasn't that hot." His wife reprimanded.

"Then why is it called "hot wax"?"

Mara sighed. "It wasn't that bad."

"You could have psychically scarred me for life."

"I didn't get it that close."

"So, what do you consider "close" in proximity to my penis."

"Ah-hah, so you can say that. Anyway, your li-."

She received a glare from her husband; he wasn't an arrogant man, but didn't like his manhood being downplayed. And calling it a "thing" was just as worse.

"I didn't hurt it and you won't become psychically damaged." She glared back.

"I think I should know what hurt…it was my skin."

"The wax didn't get anywhere near your manhood, so cork it!" Mara then stormed out of the room. She exited their bedroom, the unlit red candle in one hand dripping with the hardened wax, a black teddy on, swathed by a green slik robe. "Such a big baby, I swe-."

She stopped dead in her tracks.

"I am not a baby." Luke hollered following her out, clutching a blanket around his waist—and bumped into her as she came to a sudden stop. "Mara, what the-"

A throat cleared. "Did we…come at a bad time?" Han Solo asked, trying to hide a smirk.

Leia turned three different shades of red before walking out of the apartment, shaking her head, muttering about how she hadn't seen anything.

Luke looked aside, disgruntled, but equally embarrassed.

Han continued to grin. "So, Kid, didn't know you were into stuff like that."

Mara scowled. "If you keep making that face, Solo, it'll freezing that way." She snapped. Then, looking to Luke, she gave an decidedly annoyed look, and disappeared back into their room with the door shutting behind her.

Luke turned to retreat but found it locked. He swore. So, here he stood with nothing but a cover to shield his naked body. He sighed and looked back up to face his friend.

"Wax huh?" Han said when Luke didn't answer him the first time. "Kinky."

"I'm not having this conversation with you, Han."

"Hey, Luke, it's okay…Leia and I, we..."

"Han…don't. I really don't want to hear what you and my sister do, all right." Luke raised a hand. "I'm her brother, remember?"

"Fair enough." Han sauntered over and took a seat on the couch. "But really, nothin' to be ashamed of…I mean I hear it's very healthy to experiment." He paused. "And if wax is yours and Mara's thing, I'm not going to judge you."

"It's not like that." He protested.

Luke walked over to the kitchen and one-handedly started fixing himself caf.

"I'm going out." Mara announced, breezing through the living room. She stopped to glare at her brother-in-law. "Still here?" She looked around. "Where's that bantha-brained husband of mine?"

"Kitchen."

"Luke, I'm going to head out…I need to go for run. Don't make a mess in there like last time."

And with that, she was gone.

Han turned around and leaned over the couch. "Kid?"

Nothing.

"She's gone. You can speak freely now. I promise you won't get any appendages lopped off."

More silence.

"Oh, c'mon, how bad can it be? It's not like Mara has a bondage fetish, right?"

The sound of ceramic shattering against the floor came from inside the kitchen.

Han let out a whistle.

Luke cursed from inside the kitchen.

"Need help?"

He walked back into the livingarea. "No, and keep it down."

"She's gone."

"Yes, but I still have neighbors."

"Should have thought of that before you started playing with hot wax."

"That wasn't my idea."

Han raised a brow. "So, it was Mara's idea."

"Not talking about it" He walked back into the bedroom.

"Aww, c'mon." Han followed him and leaned against the wall outside the bedroom.

Silence.

Han pursed his lips, not wanting to give up. "So when did she start the bondage thing?"

"I'm said I'm not talking about it, Han."

"No, you said you weren't going to talk about the wax."

Luke exited the room a few seconds later, fully clothed now. "Not talking about, either." He raised a finger. "And don't you breathe a word to this to anyone. Not Lando, not Corran, and definitely NOT the Rogues or Wraiths."

Han folded his arms over his chest.

"Fine, have it your way, Kid. I won't tell a soul."

"I mean it, Han."

"Hey, it's me."

"That's what I'm afraid of..."Luke muttered then disappeared back into the kitchen.

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A/N: So, the big question is….can Solo keep his word…or will be let the nexu out of the bag….tune it, foks.