AN: These continue the Dark Luke theme.

As always the previous disclaimers apply.

Smooth

So smooth. Her skin was so smooth under his hands. His palm against her cheek, his eyes gazing into her emerald irises as his right hand, his own perfectly smooth synthflesh skin, choked the life from her. Her eyes were open, her mouth stretched wide as she fought for the breath he denied her.

"I'm Sorry, Mara," he whispered into her ear as she died. "I'm sorry you refused me. We could have been good together."

Her reply was a whisper, a regretful tone, as her body went limp in the cuffs that held her to the wall.

He smiled.

Rough

His eyes faded back to blue and he wiped at his face with hands that had, only moments before, been around her neck. It was done. Over. The only one who knew of his darkness, the only one to have discovered his power, was dead.

He heaved in a breath to steady himself, to drive back the pleasure the murder had given him, and reached up to undo the rough cuffs that circled her wrists. She fell to the floor, lay still at his feet and, strangely, he felt a pang of regret.

Together they could have ruled a Galaxy.

Dry

He was standing by the window looking out over the sky lanes as the traffic flowed as it always did on Coruscant. He was still, hands clasped behind his back, as though perfectly calm, as though the news he had just heard had not registered.

"Luke?" Leia whispered watching her brother's back, ready for the collapse, ready to run to him, ready to comfort. "Did you hear me?"

"I heard," he answered. His head bowed and she moved closer, feeling his emotions crumple. His knees buckled. He fell.

She held him as he sobbed against her shoulder. His eyes dry.