Mara woke early that morning; she turned on her side to look at her new husband who was sound asleep beside her. It was odd. Luke was usually known for being an early riser and she was the one who was a late sleeper. But now, they had reserved roles this morning.
She leaned over, gently touching his blond hair that seemed to gleam under the rising sun. She would never have imagined she would get to wake up to a sight so perfect; that she would rise every day to look at the face of the man she loved.
Love such a seemingly foreign concept to her; at least it had been years ago. Now, she didn't mind it, didn't dismiss it. For once she believed in it, said it, and loved to have it said to her.
This man, he had loved her so with all her faults—and he had seen through her barriers and gently hacked away at the thorns she had surrounded herself with. It was because of Luke's unflagging goodness that she and he were here in this spot.
Her heart beat faster as she examined Luke's sleeping face. No one would expect the Jedi Master to sleep so serenely with an entirely boyish expression. It didn't really matter though, because no one else was meant to see it.
Brushing his bangs off his forehead, Mara began to think back on last night. It had been their first night in their apartment; not hers, not Luke's but theirs –another symbol of what they had become together.
Luke had wandered into their bedroom dressed in dark blue sleeping pants but remained entirely bare-chested. She had grinned at the sight of his chest; she had seen much more than that on their honeymoon.
"What?" He said, obviously noticing the way she had been eyeing him.
"Oh, nothing," She responded. "Not that particular anyway."
She had been dressed in a silken black nightgown that hung to mid thigh. Mara lay on her side, hand propped up beneath her head as she looked him over.
He sat on the bed, still looking at her. "Are you sure?"
She grinned. "Positive."
His eyes traveled down her form then back up till he was looking into her eyes. They sparkled with a certain light as she drummed her fingers against the mattress. She then made a circular motion and patted it invitingly.
"You want me to join you?" He asked, smiling.
"You don't." She challenged.
"Oh, I want to, after all the incentive is…pretty good." He still carried that light tone he'd taken on during their honeymoon—and even before when they were engaged.
"Then what are you waiting for?" She asked, giving him a sultry look.
He responded with, "Absolutely nothing," before climbing into bed with her.
As he positioned himself to lie down beside her, Mara reached out and ran her hand down his chest. He watched her hand play across his chest and covered her hand with his, clasping the fingers gently. "Well, here we are." He said, voice husky.
"Here we are." She repeated, mesmerized by his clear blue eyes.
"Our first night in our apartment."
The unspoken words were clear; their first night in their home as a married couple.
"Mmhm."
His voice was practically hypnotic.
He drew her to him gently, melding her body against his. She could feel his heat seeping through her silken gown. She laid her hand on his shoulder.
"The first night…in our bed." Mara murmured.
There was deep meaning imbedded within that statement. Luke looked into Mara eyes and saw the truth, the meaning behind her words. He could sense joy emanating from her and he rejoiced inwardly with her. After all, who would have thought something so simple could hold such meaning…could bring such joy.
He saw the future in her eyes and she saw it in his as well.
Mara smiled contently, remembering the absolute perfectness of that night. She sighed heavily and opened her eyes to find blue eyes staring back at her.
"Good Morning," He murmured, an amused look in his eye.
She smiled sensually, "Come here and I'll make it better."
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