This chapter is rated M!
The millennium falcon landed on Hoth. A medical team was ready as soon as the ramp was lowered as well as a large crowd of pilots and officers. Word had spread about Arya's capture and rescue mission. People were very interested in her affairs ever since it became public that she was 'enhanced'. The group exited the ship and was immediately greeted by the freezing, frigid air of the ice planet.
Arya tried to insist that she was ok and waved off the doctors waiting for her. They persisted and Arya sighed, her patience dissolving, and she relented. She started to follow the hoard of doctors to the medical bay, Luke holding her hand the entire time. He didn't let her out of his sight for a second.
As she began to walk away, Chewie growled loudly, sounding agitated. She turned to wave at him, a weak smile on her face, at least he isn't scared of me. She looked to the others expectantly. Leia wrung her hands nervously, her eyes cast down to her shoes. Eli stood looking conflicted, like he wanted to go with her, but he stayed in his place. Han was already turned away from her as he began to talk to an officer about where he could put his ship. That's how he always dealt with his emotions, he just ignored them.
Arya felt a lump in her throat, this is exactly what Emperor Palpatine said would happen. He told her soon enough that her friends would look at her like she was a monster. Arya felt as if her heart would collapse in on itself at the knowledge that he was right.
Luke gently stroked his thumb against the side of her hand as they walked. She was so grateful for him. She could tell he was dying to talk to her about what happened but he stayed quiet, he wanted to make sure she was ok physically and emotionally before looking for his own answers. To him, she always came first.
"I'm sorry, Commander Skywalker, you need to wait out here while we do the checkup." One of the doctors stopped him as they came to the door of the med bay. Luke look defeated, he kept his hand intertwined with Arya's, reluctant to let her go.
Arya gave him a small smile. "It won't be long, I'll be fine." She reassured him. Luke sighed deeply and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before pulling away, his hand dropping from hers slowly.
He watched her walk away, feeling anxious as soon as she was out of his sight. It was hard to wrap his head around the events of the day. He thought moving to another base would be stressful, he could hardly fathom the stress he went through when he saw Arya get taken and the trauma she was put through. He was worried about her.
The escape from the Death Star left deep emotional scars and he worried about how she would be this time around. It took some time for her to heal, rightly so, he just hoped she wouldn't revert back to her quiet, closed off manor like she did the first time.
Luke sat in the empty hallway, his hand tangled in his shaggy locks. He would have given anything to be in her position, to have his girl be happy and safe. Why did it have to be her?
Eli watched his sister walk away. His brain screamed at him to follow but his feet stayed where he stood, refusing to move. She had freaked him out but he still wanted to know that she was ok.
"I'm gonna go with them, make sure everything's normal." He said, his eyes glued to the doorway she had just left from.
Han scoffed at his words. "Normal? Good luck with that."
Leia threw a stern glare in his direction. She was pretty shaken up by what she saw but she wasn't going to be rude about it like Han was doing. Eli turned to face Han, an exasperated look on his face.
"Would you stop!" Eli yelled at him. "I know what we saw was...unsettling, but she's still our sister."
"Is she? That look I saw in her eyes was nothing like the Arya I know. She would have never almost killed someone." Han retaliated, his voice rising with every word.
"Ok, let's get some perspective. It was Darth Vader who she lost control on, not an innocent bystander." Leia interjected, stepping between the two men who glared at each other furiously. "It was just shocking to see what she was capable of. The first time I met Arya she used her powers, I've never know her without them, but it was still a shock to see." Leia explained herself, feeling bad for even saying the words out loud. She knew she had to be there for her friend, she knew even if Arya was scarily powerful, she would never hurt her.
Eli seemed to calm down at her words, his tense demeanour relaxing as he took a step back. Han, on the other hand, stayed rigid. His jaw clenched in what could have been anger or fear, they couldn't tell.
"I'm sorry but I'm just having a hard time coming to terms with what she can do. It was hard enough for me to accept it after the Death Star but now?" His voice broke, his sentence trailing off. He turned his head, biting his lip roughly. He was upset at himself. He couldn't stop himself from feeling what he was feeling. It hurt him so much knowing it was Arya who caused him to feel so put off.
"You're having a hard time? How do you think we feel? We're the freaks with the powers." Leia put her hands on Eli's chest, holding him back from lunging at Han. "You can't think about anyone but yourself for one fucking day can you?" Eli spoke harshly before turning and making his way out of the room to find his twin.
Leia watched him go, a deep frown on her face. She turned to Han, her frown quickly dissolving into a sneer. She didn't even notice the hurt look on his face or the way his eyes watered slightly. "You really outdid yourself this time, idiot."
Han rolled his eyes at her at turned swiftly, ignoring her insults as he walked away.
Luke raised his head as he heard footsteps approaching. His hope dwindled as he saw Eli instead of the doctor, he was going crazy waiting to see her.
"Hey, is she still in there?" He asked hopefully.
"Yeah, they're just doing a check up." Luke said sounding quite awkward. The tension between the two were thick. Luke had been the one comforting his twin. He couldn't help but feel angry at the way Eli reacted. He had seen how much it hurt Arya to be treated like that, especially by her twin.
Eli was leant against the wall opposite Luke for a few minutes. He became impatient quickly, he was desperate to see his sister and make amends. He hated the thought of her being upset because of him. He rolled his eyes and walked through the sliding door, not caring if he wasn't allowed in.
As soon as he stepped into the room, his eyes locked on Arya who sat on a hospital bed, her back propped up against the wall. One of the nurses immediately rushed over to shoo him out of the room. Eli gave her a stern look causing her to cower slightly. "I'm her twin." He stressed, pushing past her to get to Arya.
He hesitantly sat down next to her, keeping a fair distance between them. Arya rolled down the sleeve on her arm they had just taken blood from, a nervous look on her face. Is he going to apologize or yell at me?
"We'll be back in a few minutes with the results." The nurse said and walked out of the room leaving the twins alone. The room was silent for a few minutes, neither knew what to say to the other.
"You don't have to stay, I'm sure everything's fine." Arya spoke quietly, finally breaking the terse silence. She kept her gaze forward, refusing to look at her brother in fear that he would still be looking at her like a freak. She couldn't handle seeing him look at her like that.
"Of course I'm going to stay, you're my sister and I want to make sure you're ok."
Arya grit her teeth, trying to keep her emotions in check. "I scared you, didn't I?" She whispered, her voice hoarse. Eli sighed, running his fingers through his silver hair roughly.
"Yeah." He said bluntly causing Arya to flinch slightly. "I've never seen you like that before. But then I saw Darth Vader, the man who tore our family apart, on his knees. That made up for any ounce of fear I had." Eli grabbed her hand in his and scooted closer to her.
"Arya, seeing you in that cell last year, that killed me. You had no hope, you were ready to let Vader win. But now, seeing you finally stand up to him…" His sentence trailed off. He couldn't put it into words, seeing his sister so fierce. "It freaked me out because I finally realized you didn't need me to protect you anymore."
For the first time since he sat next to her, Arya turned to face him. "I don't blame you for being hesitant. I scared myself too." She said, causing Eli's frown to lighten slightly. "It just really hurt to see you so distant. It's exactly what Vader taunted me about."
"I know and I feel like such a horrible person for even thinking about you that way. I know you would never hurt anyone that didn't deserve it." Eli wrapped his arm around her shoulder, holding her close to him. She rested her head against his chest, a small smile on her face. "I'm so sorry." He whispered and placed a kiss on the top of her head.
"Don't apologize." She reassured him. "I'm still working on accepting what I can do. I don't expect you to understand it any more than I do."
Their loving familial moment was interrupted by the doctor coming back in the room. Eli kept his arm around his sister comfortingly as the results were read.
"Your blood levels are normal, the only concern is your head. We understand there was some trauma. You don't have a concussion but you will have headaches and dizzy spells throughout the week so take it easy." He explained, handing her a bottle of pain meds. "I'm glad to see you back, Miss Restov. Mon Mothma said you didn't give the Empire valuable information. We're all very grateful for your sacrifice."
Arya felt a blush arise on her cheeks. She wasn't used to people complimenting her. She still blushed every time Luke said something sweet to her, which happened numerous times throughout the day.
"Thank you, doctor." Eli spoke for her, noticing her blush and shy smile.
As soon as the doctor left, Luke and Leia entered, both with worried expressions. Luke started to rush over to her but stopped when he saw Eli sitting next to her. He didn't want to interrupt their sibling moment.
"Everything's fine, I'll just have a few headaches." She reassured Luke upon noticing his tortured expression. Luke let out a deep exhale of relief, a smile making its way in his face.
"I'm so glad you're ok." Leia said in a rushed breath, practically running over to the redhead and throwing her arms around her, hugging her tightly. "And I'm so sorry for how I acted. I should have been more supportive." She spoke quickly, her eyes beginning to water.
"Leia, it's ok." Arya laughed slightly, wrapping her arms around her. "We were all stressed out and I'm sure you weren't expecting to see that. I don't blame you for the way you reacted." She reassured the young princess. Leia nodded slowly, her eyes still sympathetic and filled with guilt. She hugged her friend tightly once more before finally letting go and stepping away.
"Your stuff is already in your new room so you don't have to worry about unpacking." Arya smiled gratefully at her friend. She was finally getting a room with Luke. Maybe Hoth wasn't going to be that bad. It was colder than she ever thought possible but it was new. She was going to have a fresh start.
"Do you want to go lie down and rest?" Luke asked her. She shook her head and stood from her hospital bed, waving him off as he tried to hold her hand and steady her.
"I actually wanted to talk to Han, clear the air with him." She spoke hopefully. Eli and Leia exchanged knowing looks and both cast their eyes down to the floor. Arya noticed their terse demeanours and frowned. "What did he do?" She sighed, her hands moving to her hips.
"He said- uh- he was-" Leia stumbled, trying to find the right words so she didn't upset her.
"He was being an ass?" Arya interjected, guessing right. Leia raised her brows and shrugged, nodding slightly. "Well I should go talk to him." She said heading for the door.
"Are you sure? He was being pretty rude, do you really want to deal with that right now?" Eli asked her. She hesitated for a few seconds, his words making her second guess her decision.
Arya sighed and squared her shoulders. "I don't want things to be awkward between us, I need to set things straight. I'll meet up with you later." She said to Luke, giving him a quick peck on the cheek and walking out of the med bay to find the smuggler.
She asked around and started to make her way to one of the hangars where a few pilots said they last saw him. Arya noticed her stride beginning to slow the closer she got to him. She stood in the doorway, watching as he and Chewie made repairs to the Falcon. She tried to go over in her head what she would say to him. She didn't have much time to think, as soon as Chewie saw her he growled loudly catching Han's attention.
Arya tensed and waved awkwardly, slowly stepping towards them. She giggled, wrapping her arms around the furry Wookie who held her tightly. Han watched them, his mind reeling with what he would say to her.
"You feeling ok?" He asked, his voice stern, not at all like the way he would usually talk to her.
"My head kinda hurts but other than that I'm ok. It could've been worse." She shrugged. For the first time she felt awkward around him. They had never been this distant towards each other. Even when they first met, they connected instantly, they've always been so caring and kind towards each other.
Han nodded thoughtfully, his fingers tapping against his thigh. "So are you going to explain what happened or are we just going to ignore it?" He stated, his voice sounding harsher than he intended. He inwardly cringed, he wished he wasn't feeling like this but he couldn't help it.
"What do you want me say, Han?" She said angrily. "That man kept me in a glass cage for a year, he experimented on me and tortured me day after day. He's the reason my mother is dead, the reason my dad turned to the dark side. How did you expect me to react when he has me cornered?" She yelled, her arms waving frantically. She hoped she could have a civil conversation with him but it looked like that wasn't going to happen now.
"I know what he did to you was awful!" Han yelled back at her. "I know you did what you did to protect yourself but I'm still having a hard time accepting the fact that you're different. You're not the same little girl I met." His voice was now just above a whisper. Arya's glare softened, she swallowed thickly. She had never seen Han so distraught before.
"Sometimes I wish things stayed the way they were. Just the four of us travelling around the Galaxy." He stated sadly. He began to chip away at the ship, avoiding eye contact with her. "Now, you're with Luke and Eli's making all these new friends. Things are changing so much, I-I don't know what to do anymore."
Arya took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "Well I'm sorry I met someone who makes me happy. What did you expect me to do, just stay by your side for the rest of my life and become an old maid? I'm allowed to move on with my life!" Her voice raised involuntarily making Han sigh angrily.
"And why the hell are you blaming me for everything that's changed? I didn't ask to get kidnapped, I didn't ask for these fucking powers."
"That's not what I meant." Han tried to interject but Arya didn't even hear him. Her anger overtook her and she continued to yell at him furiously.
"People think I'm a monster and now you, the one person I could always count on to have my back, thinks I am too. Sometimes I think it would have been easier for everybody if I just died on the Death Star."
"Don't." Han's voice was as sharp as a blade. He stepped forward and grasped her shoulders, facing her towards him. "Don't ever say that."
Han's voice wavered. His breathing was erratic and tears sprung to his eyes at the mere mention of losing Arya. For the first time, she saw him break down. "Everything I do, I do to keep you safe. I couldn't live if I lost you. My life would be meaningless, I would have nothing. I know I'm being an asshole and I know I'm frustrating but that never means I don't care." Arya now had tears streaming down her cheeks at the sight of Han becoming emotional.
"I looked for you for a year and to find out you had been tortured the whole time almost killed me. And yesterday, I laid there, watching as they carried you away and I couldn't do anything to stop it. That's twice I failed you."
Arya shook her head at his words. She took in a shaky breath and practically fell onto his chest, her arms wrapping around his torso tightly. Han held her tightly, his cheek resting against her head. "You didn't fail me, you never could." She reassured him, her voice muffled against the fabric of his shirt.
"I'm so sorry." He cried quietly. "I'm sorry I wasn't understanding, I'm sorry I only think of myself."
"Han, if it wasn't for you, Eli and I would still be living on the streets, or worse. I owe everything to you. And I get it, Leia and Eli were scared too. Hell, even Luke was looking at me weird." Arya raised her head but stayed in his tight embrace. The flow of tears had finally stopped.
"Vader mentioned my dad and how easy it was for him to turn his back on us. I just lost all sense of control. I wanted him to suffer the way he made me suffer for so long." Han looked so guilty as she explained herself. He couldn't believe he ever thought she was too powerful for her own good.
"Hey, please don't blame yourself for what happened or for how you felt. You're allowed to feel, even if you don't want to."
Han nodded slowly and removed his arms from around her shoulders. He wiped his eyes, trying to be as discreet as possible. Arya still felt like she needed to get things off her chest. Han noticed the expectant look on her face and motioned for her to sit next to him. She took a deep breath, Han holding her hand for comfort.
She proceeded to tell him every detail of her time on the Death Star. She told him everything about the experiments and her powers, she explained every aspect of what she could do. It was therapeutic for both of them. Han felt better knowing exactly what she could do and how it was possible she could do it and Arya felt better after finally talking to someone about it.
The pair talked for hours, they only stopped when they noticed it was nighttime and everyone was making their way to their rooms. Han walked her to her room which was around the corner from his.
"Get some sleep. We can talk more in the morning." She nodded and hugged him tightly. Han kissed the top of her head and stepped back.
He bit his lip, he looked as if he wanted to say something else. "I know I don't say it enough, but I love you, Arya." He stated matter of factly, a genuine smile on his face.
"I love you too, Han." She said quietly, her smile stretching across her face. She waved at him and opened the door to her new room.
Her wide smile stayed upon seeing Luke already in their room.
"Hey, Sweetheart, you look happy. Did everything go ok?" He asked, moving around the small room while unpacking. Arya patted Artoo lightly as she walked past where he was charging.
"Yeah. We talked for awhile and sorted it all out." She said vaguely. She flopped down on their shared bed and sighed deeply. "It's been a long day." She mumbled softly, closing her eyes.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" Luke asked, trying to act nonchalant. He was actually desperate for an explanation. She hadn't talked to him about what happened, even about the Death Star. He respected her privacy but he hated how closed off she was.
"Not right now. I just spent hours explaining everything to Han." She said while suppressing a yawn. Luke grit his teeth at her response.
His motions stopped and he turned to face her, still holding a handful of clothes he was supposed to put away. "You talked to Han about it?" He asked slowly, his anger rising. Arya nodded, turning her back to him as she tried to get comfortable on the bed. She didn't even notice the look of annoyance on Luke's face.
"And now you can't talk to me about it?" He questioned abruptly. Arya frowned at his tone and sat up, resting her back against the headboard.
"What?" Her voice was high pitched. She was surprised at the harshness in his voice. He had never snapped at her like that before. "Luke, what's going on?"
He sighed, placing his hands on his hips. He looked hesitant to tell her. "I just don't get why you feel like you can't talk to me about this stuff." He finally spoke, his voice shrouded in anger he could barely contain.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to go to sleep. I've had a pretty shitty day." She spoke slowly, confusion clearly etched on her face.
Luke dropped his hands to his sides, looking dejected. He felt bad this was coming out now, after everything she's been through in the last couple of days alone. "I know. I-I just- you're so private about your past and I respect that- it just seems like you can talk to everyone else but me about it. I mean, even Leia's told me things you haven't even told me." He shrugged, avoiding eye contact with her.
"You talked to Leia about me?" Arya asked sternly, quirking an eyebrow.
"Well it's not like you were telling me anything." Luke shot back at her. "It's been like this all year! You always say 'we'll talk about it later' or that you needed time, but you were off talking about it to everyone but me." Luke yelled making Arya flinch away from him.
"Wow," she muttered, feeling a lump in her throat. "I had no idea you felt like this." She whispered, keeping her attention on the pattern of the blanket she sat on.
Luke huffed out a sarcastic laugh, rolling his eyes. "How do want me to react when the girl I love doesn't trust me enough to come to me when she's upset?" His voice rising again making Arya cringe.
"That's not it at all." Arya cried, kneeling on the bed and moving to the edge where Luke stood. "Luke, I trust you more than I trust myself. You mean everything to me and I'm so sorry I made you feel like this." She practically whimpered. She grabbed his hands in hers and brought him closer, Luke taking a reluctant step towards her, a deep crease in his brows.
"You know about the torture and the...other things they did," she said slowly, her voice trembling slightly. "I don't talk about much else about what happened because...I don't want you to be with me because you feel bad for me." She shrugged.
"What do you mean?" Luke asked slowly, eyeing her curiously, a worried look on his face.
Arya wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer so their chests brushed against each other's. "Luke, you're the man that saved the Rebellion. You're a hero and you're so kind and handsome and I'm the luckiest girl in the world. I'm just worried that if you knew everything they did to me...that-that you wouldn't want to be with me anymore." She whispered, a few tears escaping as her bottom lip trembled.
"You could have any girl you want, why would you want to be with a witch with the most emotional baggage a person could have?" Luke whispered her name feverently, cupping her face in his hands.
"How could you ever think that? No matter what you tell me, no matter what you do, there is nothing that could ever make me stop loving you. You are what I want for the rest of my life." He reassured her, his voice soft and soothing as he rested his forehead against hers. His thumb swiped across her cheek, wiping away a few tears.
"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you." She whispered. Luke just shook his head and wrapped his arms around her small frame. Arya smiled, letting out a shaky breath and burying her head in the crook of his neck.
She pressed a light kiss to the spot right behind his ear and Luke sighed contentedly. She always knew how to get him to moan. Luke pushed a strand of hair from her face and pressed his lips to hers softly. He pulled away slowly, not expecting their actions to go any further, but Arya obviously had other ideas. She clasped her hands around the back of his neck and kissed him with more grandeur. Luke let out a low moan in surprise and kissed her back with equal passion. His hands rested on her waist, his fingers tracing the bare skin under her shirt that rose up.
Arya sat back on her heels, Luke followed her, leaning forward and keeping their lips connected. He shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor. Arya hastily undid the buttons on his shirt, sliding it off his toned shoulders, her hands trailing down his chest. Luke pulled away, panting from their fervored kiss and the feeling of her nails lightly dragging over his skin.
Arya smirked at him, her usual teasing smirk that made him feel dizzy with lust. She swiftly pulled her shirt over her head, throwing it across the room. Their heated kisses continued. Arya leaned back, laying on the bed and pulling Luke with her. His hands roamed her body gently making her shiver. Luke smiled at her upon seeing her reactions to his touch.
He pulled away, though he kept his lips hovered above hers, as if it would be too painful to be even an inch further apart. They gazed at each other lovingly. Arya felt her heart begin to pound, the deep blue eyes that stared back at her never failed to give her a rush.
Luke began to unbutton her pants. She lifted her hips, biting her lip playfully as she shimmied out of the material. Luke kept his eyes on her, his gaze fierce as he slowly dragged them down her legs. He sat up on his knees, discarding her jeans across the room. Arya shifted under his heated gaze as Luke licked his lips in anticipation. Not one to falter with control, Arya smiled devilishly and reached behind her, unhooking her bra and slowly sliding the straps off her shoulders. She couldn't help but giggle lightly at the way Luke's mouth gaped open and his breathing picked up at just the sight of her.
Luke leaned down, sealing her lips with his. He wasted no time in pulling her underwear down her legs. Arya looked up in confusion as Luke stopped their passionate kiss. He flashed her his usual charming smile and began kissing her neck. She let out a pleasured sigh, closing her eyes as he bit the skin softly. He continued making his way down the length of her body, his mouth worshipping her breasts. Arya moaned, smiling widely as he moved further down. She looked down at her lover as he placed a soft kiss to her hipbone. She squirmed lightly, coaxing him to do something, to move to where she desperately wanted.
He smiled against her skin, kissing her thigh before moving in between her legs. She could feel his hot breath on her sensitive mound and she shivered. He looked up at her, his blue eyes making her feel intoxicated. He stared at her as his tongue slowly licked over her folds.
"Luke!" She moaned breathlessly, her head thrown back against the pillow. Her body was tense as his tongue circled around her clit. Her hand twisted the bed sheets, pulling them as she moaned and panted helplessly.
Luke hiked her left leg over his shoulder, allowing him to angle his tongue deeper, hitting her sweet spot causing Arya to practically scream in pleasure. He hummed against her, closing his eyes. She writhed at the sensation, her hips bucking uncontrollably. Luke wrapped his arms around her thighs, keeping her hips grounded to the bed. Arya grabbed a handful of his hair, her fingers tangling in the blonde locks, pulling slightly. She began to feel dizzy, fuck, he was good at this.
His lips moved against her at a rapid pace. "Oh god, Luke-" she yelled, tugging at his shaggy hair. He moaned, his tongue moving faster against her making her see stars. Loud breathless moans escaped her parted lips.
"I-I'm I'm gonna come." She stuttered, panting wildly. Luke didn't relent, his motions only doubled causing her to continue to moan loudly. She shouted his name, her back arching. Her body tensed, her toes curling. She gasped as her orgasm shook her body.
Luke smiled against her, his tongue continued the lethal assault on her sensitive lips. He couldn't get enough of her. She was like a drug. Arya had no time to control her erratic breaths. She let out a low, drawn out moan, her hand raking through her hair that was damp with sweat at the roots.
"Oh, babe, I-" she mumbled, her mind was hazy, unable to form a coherent sentence. Luke brushed his fingers over her thigh, moving down between her legs. He moved two fingers inside of her, curling them to find her spot that made her come undone. Arya could already feel herself on the brink of her second orgasm.
She tugged at Luke's hair, every panting breath ending in a moan that rose in pitch with each heave of her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut, her body involuntarily shaking. Luke continued to use his mouth and fingers to make her scream. He palmed himself through his boxers, in desperate need for some kind of relief. Hearing her scream his name was almost enough to send him over the edge.
Her body was buzzing. She couldn't handle any more, he was driving her absolutely crazy. It felt even more wild knowing how reserved Luke usually was. He knew exactly how to play her body. She cried out loudly, another climax wrecking her body. She shuddered, Luke's name leaving her lips like a prayer. Her chest heaved, her vision blacking out momentarily. She tugged at his hair causing him to finally lift his head and move from between her legs. He would have loved to keep going if she hadn't pulled him away. A breathless laugh escaped her lips as she felt tingles throughout her body.
"Oh my god." She muttered, keeping her eyes closed. Luke laughed at her, placing a few gentle kisses to her neck.
"You good?" He asked, feeling more prideful than ever. She kept her eyes closed, nodding silently with a wide smile on her flushed cheeks.
Once her heavy pants subsided and her breathing was somewhat back to normal, he placed a long, light kiss to her lips. Arya groaned at the taste of her on his lips and deepened the kiss. Her hunger for him was not satisfied, she doubted it ever would be. Luke groaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist, making his hips grind against hers. He eagerly kicked his boxers off, quickly resuming his place between her legs.
Luke brushed the hair away from her face, gazing at her lovingly. He smiled widely, placing kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, her jaw. He finally settled at her lips, their hunger for each other reaching an unbearable peak. Luke entered her slowly, groaning lowly in his throat. Arya whimpered against his lips, her arms wound around his neck, keeping him close to her.
Once he was all the way in, he stilled, his hips pressed firmly against hers. Arya opened her eyes as he pulled away from the kiss. He rested his forehead against hers, gazing into her lust filled hazel eyes.
"Luke, please move, please." She begged him, her voice no more than a whisper. He smiled down at her lovingly and began to move his hips slowly.
Arya could hear his heavy breaths in her ear as he moved his head to the crook of her neck, placing hot, opened mouth kisses on her skin in between his breathy moans. His slow pace was torturous. She moved her hips against his, coaxing him to move faster. He grunted, his hand fisting her hair at the back of her head, but he refused to move faster.
"Faster, Luke please." Arya whined, clutching his broad shoulders. Luke shook his head, huffing out a quiet laugh.
"Nope. I wanna take my time with you." He told her, his voice low and raspy causing a shiver to go down her spine and to her core. She squeezed her muscles around him making him choke and stutter out her name. Luke considered taking back what he said and just forgetting himself inside of her. But he thought of her in the video he had seen from the Empire. He thought of how much heartache she had been through and he decided to keep it slow, to show her how much he cared, how much he absolutely adored her.
His thrusts were slow and sensual. The way he looked at her made tears spring to her eyes. She didn't think she would ever be used to the way he looked at her, the way he made her feel. It was overwhelming. Arya moaned with each inward thrust, goosebumps dorning her skin as he began to bring her to the edge for the third time that night.
Luke turned his head, placing a sweet kiss on the inside of her wrist. He continued his trail down her arm and to her neck, his hand intertwining with hers that had hung onto his neck. He placed her arm above her head, holding it to the mattress.
"I love you." He whispered against her lips, his brows furrowing as he fought to hold back until she was done.
"I love you too." Her words were laced with pleasure.
Arya pushed at Luke's chest, fed up with the torturous slow pace. She was done with his teasing. Luke looked at her in concern, immediately moving off her in fear that he had done something wrong. He began to question her, his nerves spiking. She smirked at him and moved to straddle him.
She pressed a bruising kiss to his lips, stopping his questions of concerns. Luke looked dumbfounded as she sank down on his length, waiting for a few seconds to adjust. His mouth was agape, he watched her in awe as she began to move on him.
She placed her hands on his chest, her nails scratching the skin. Arya moved her hips with more force, her pace increasing. Luke threw his head back against the pillow, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Arya panted, her vision becoming fuzzy as she rode him fervently.
"Slow down, I'm- God Ary, I'm gonna-" Luke moaned, gritting his teeth. Arya smirked fiercely and continued her brutal pace. She threw her head back, her back arching. Luke sat up, his arms circling around her, holding her to his chest.
He placed sloppy kisses to her collarbone and up to her jaw. Arya whined, she threw her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. Luke moved his hips, thrusting up against hers. He bit his lip, his body tensing with his impending release. Arya moved her hips in circles causing Luke's jaw to drop. He held onto her shoulders, grounding his hips against hers.
Luke cried out loudly. Arya worried briefly if the people in the next room could hear them. She inwardly shrugged and continued moving rapidly. He chanted her name desperately, his fingers digging into her shoulder blades. He snapped his head back, yelling out incoherently as he came. Arya felt her climax right after his. She shuddered in his arms, burying her face in his neck, biting his shoulder to keep from crying out loudly.
She ground her hips against his a few more times, slowing and stopping, her body slumped against his. Luke laid back, he kept his arms tightly wrapped around her shaking frame, bringing her with him. He placed a kiss at her temple, running a hand through the long strands of dark red hair. She raised her hips and moved off of him, flopping down next to him. They were both completely spent.
Luke's heart was pounding, he could hear his pulse in his ears. He turned on his side, wrapping an arm around Arya's torso. She giggled quietly and turned her head, giving him a slow kiss.
"That was amazing." He whispered. She nodded, biting her lip.
They both gave into their orgasmic exhaustion, falling into a deep sleep. Luke was dead asleep, snoring lightly, his breaths fanning out against the skin of her neck. Their legs were tangled with each other's, Arya wrapped safely in Luke's arms. Even though he was asleep, his grip was tight, he refused to let her go. Arya's sleep was fitful, filled with flashbacks and nightmares.
Every time she woke up in the middle of the night, her heart pounding, sometimes even crying after an intense nightmare, Luke was up with her. He held her close, talking her through it, calming her nerves instantly. He would place a gentle kiss any place he could, it didn't matter where, and talk to her until she fell back asleep. His voice was strained with exhaustion, feeling more tired than he ever thought possible. But each time he stayed up, making sure she was ok and that she wouldn't be up worrying all night.
He was there for her through the difficult night and he promised her he would be there every night that followed.