Title: Linked Lovers
Author: Figlia Della Musica
Series: Cruelty of the Gods, 8/?
Pairing: Luke/Wedge
Summary: Luke and Wedge create a mental link-a sign in the Force of their love for each other
Warnings: slash, mush
Rating: R
Archive: SWA-L, WAAS anywhere else sure but just ask me first
Author's comments: The last bit is R, but anyone who is underage should read the first half, then just leave when it starts to get smutty at the end.
Disclaimer: These gentlemen do not belong to me, unfortunately, and I don't make any money off of this. I'm just having some fun with them.
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October 2001
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Back in their quarters, Luke hauled out a battered old book from his stack of materials on the old Jedi. He flipped through the pages, mumbling to himself, then found the page he wanted. He scanned it for a second, then nodded.
"I was double-checking the process," he explained to Wedge. "This is something I don't want to mess up."
With Luke reading the setup from the book, the two of them cleared everything to the edges of the room, leaving a clear that took up most of the floor space. They then changed into plain white shirts and dark pants; kneeling down in the center of the clear circle, Luke raised his hands, palms facing outward. Wedge mirrored his position, kneeling down and placing his hands flat against Luke's.
Luke locked eyes with Wedge. Deep brown eyes seemed to swell until they filled his vision; he felt himself tumbling, sinking into chocolate-brown infinities, consumed and immersed in his lover's eyes.
Reaching out to the Force, he built a metaphysical tube between their minds. Stretching through that tube, drawing a section of Wedge's mind through at the same speed he pressed his own forward. In the middle of the tube, their minds met and mingled. Luke, only dimly aware of his physical body, felt a rush of warmth in his mind from the contact. Gradually, the two parts mixed, merging, until Luke felt Wedge's sense take up residence in a corner of his mind, and felt himself similarly occupy Wedge's. Once that was achieved, Luke allowed the tube to dissolve; the link between their minds thinned, then stabilized.
When Wedge pressed his palms to Luke's, he didn't quite know what to expect. He locked eyes with Luke, drowning in deep, fathomless sky blue, sinking into the warmth of Luke's eyes. Wedge felt that cautious link, felt the gradual blending. Moving into Luke's mind, feeling Luke move into his, Wedge shivered. He was dimly aware that his eyes were still open, still focused on Luke's, but he didn't see anything. His senses were totally focused on his mind.
When the psychic tube disappeared, and the link stabilized, there was a heartbeat of stillness, then they were flung into space, sinking into a shared infinity. Wedge had no sense of his body, except for the palms of his hands. He could feel the physical contact with Luke with a preternatural sharpness. Stars whirled past them, planets and pulsars and quasars. Every mind in the universe, every fraction of the Force, everything poured through their minds. They were drowning in light and life and each other.
Then, suddenly, they snapped back into their bodies, still kneeling in their quarters aboard Home One.
Only now, Wedge could have spun around with his eyes closed until he was dizzy, and still have been able to point directly to Luke. He felt hyperaware of his lover's presence.
Luke blinked a few times, then smiled at Wedge. "That was interesting," he said; his fingers intertwined briefly with Wedge's, squeezed, then let go.
"That was incredible," Wedge still felt a little breathless. "What time is it?"
Luke looked at his chrono, and his eyebrows rose. "It's after midnight."
"Certainly didn't feel like, what, four hours?"
Luke nodded. "The Force does some funny things to time, when it feels like it."
Wedge blinked. "Sounds like fun. Glad some of us knows what's going on."
"Only from painful experience. You know, the 'I've got half an hour before the meeting, I'll do a little meditation' type. The one where the next thing I knew, it was three hours later."
"Yowch."
"You got it. Thankfully, it wasn't important. Now, I believe there was some after-dinner activity mentioned?"
Wedge laughed at him. "You're insatiable."
Luke gave him a wide-eyed, innocent look. "Me?"
It was quite becoming, Wedge had to admit. Luke's blue eyes could be awfully innocent when he put his mind to it. "Yes, you."
Luke stood up, drawing Wedge with him. His fingers brushed gently over the Corellian's face, his thumb tracing Wedge's lower lip. "I love you, Wedge, always."
Wedge smiled. "Always and ever." His ran his fingers through Luke's hair, moved his hand around to the back of Luke's head. Luke stepped forward, close to Wedge, and rested his hands on Wedge's hips. Wedge kissed him, gently, lips brushing light, soft dips. Perhaps because of the new link, perhaps because of the coming bonding, every touch seemed to mean more. Luke's hands ran up and down Wedge's sides, then slid under the white shirt, skimming across smooth skin, tangling in dark brown hair. Wedge's lips left Luke's to travel a leisurely journey along one a jaw then down the side of Luke's neck. The infinitely pleasurable sensation made Luke shiver. His hands started working at the hem of Wedge's shirt, tugging, and Wedge released Luke's earlobe long enough for the shirt to come off. Luke's hands were pressed flat against Wedge's chest, skimming lightly, then settled on twin points of puckered flesh. Wedge shivered slightly at the sensation of Luke's hands, rough with old farmboy calluses and new swordsman ones, brushing the sensitized skin of his nipples. Impatiently, he pulled Luke's shirt off; satisfied for the time being, the Corellian dropped his head down to suck at a collarbone that just begged for it. He tasted salt sweat, and underneath it the honey-spice taste that was Luke.
Luke's hands slid downwards, toying with the waistband of Wedge's pants, then one moved downward some more and began stroking Wedge erect through the material. Wedge groaned, his hips thrusting involuntarily against Luke's hand. Very firmly, fighting the temptation to give in and beg for more, Wedge reached for Luke's pants, pushing them down, leaving Luke in boxers showing a definite tent. Wedge grinned as Luke returned the favor. Excitement mounting by leaps and bounds, the two men pressed together, each wanting more, more, more. Boxers were discarded, and two gloriously naked lovers kissed and touched. Wedge pushed Luke towards the bed, then followed.
Stretching out on top of the Jedi, he kissed him full on the mouth, then started sliding down his body, kissing, licking, and biting gently, the pleasure thrumming through his body greater than anything he'd ever experienced before. He reached his goal at Luke's groin, drawing his tongue over the head of Luke's swollen member. Luke moaned and thrust upwards, but there was more to be done. Wedge pressed gently on the inside of either thigh, and Luke let his legs fall open.
Wedge kissed his way back up Luke's body, and his tongue darted into Luke's mouth, pressing deeply. Luke returned the kiss urgently. Wedge very carefully positioned himself, then thrust into Luke.
Sensation blazed across the link they'd formed in the Force, Luke's pleasure and Wedge's intermingling. It seemed only a very few thrusts, all supernova-bright with pleasure, and they were coming, together, ecstasy turning them inside out. Wedge collapsed on to of Luke, sated warmth spreading through him as he slid to one side and spooned around his lover and soon-to-be-bondmate.
"That was incredible," he whispered to Luke. "Will that happen every time?"
"Don't know," Luke replied, easing himself deeper into Wedge's arms. "I love you."
"Love you too."
And they slept.
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Y'know folks, I'd really appreciate some feedback. Y'all were very good in the first few chapters, but I've gotten ONE reply for chap. 6, and none for 7 or 8. I have no clue how good you think this is, what I could fix, anything. I'd really like it if you'd reply, tell me something, even if it's how bad this story is. Please.
Author: Figlia Della Musica
Series: Cruelty of the Gods, 8/?
Pairing: Luke/Wedge
Summary: Luke and Wedge create a mental link-a sign in the Force of their love for each other
Warnings: slash, mush
Rating: R
Archive: SWA-L, WAAS anywhere else sure but just ask me first
Author's comments: The last bit is R, but anyone who is underage should read the first half, then just leave when it starts to get smutty at the end.
Disclaimer: These gentlemen do not belong to me, unfortunately, and I don't make any money off of this. I'm just having some fun with them.
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October 2001
+++++++++
Back in their quarters, Luke hauled out a battered old book from his stack of materials on the old Jedi. He flipped through the pages, mumbling to himself, then found the page he wanted. He scanned it for a second, then nodded.
"I was double-checking the process," he explained to Wedge. "This is something I don't want to mess up."
With Luke reading the setup from the book, the two of them cleared everything to the edges of the room, leaving a clear that took up most of the floor space. They then changed into plain white shirts and dark pants; kneeling down in the center of the clear circle, Luke raised his hands, palms facing outward. Wedge mirrored his position, kneeling down and placing his hands flat against Luke's.
Luke locked eyes with Wedge. Deep brown eyes seemed to swell until they filled his vision; he felt himself tumbling, sinking into chocolate-brown infinities, consumed and immersed in his lover's eyes.
Reaching out to the Force, he built a metaphysical tube between their minds. Stretching through that tube, drawing a section of Wedge's mind through at the same speed he pressed his own forward. In the middle of the tube, their minds met and mingled. Luke, only dimly aware of his physical body, felt a rush of warmth in his mind from the contact. Gradually, the two parts mixed, merging, until Luke felt Wedge's sense take up residence in a corner of his mind, and felt himself similarly occupy Wedge's. Once that was achieved, Luke allowed the tube to dissolve; the link between their minds thinned, then stabilized.
When Wedge pressed his palms to Luke's, he didn't quite know what to expect. He locked eyes with Luke, drowning in deep, fathomless sky blue, sinking into the warmth of Luke's eyes. Wedge felt that cautious link, felt the gradual blending. Moving into Luke's mind, feeling Luke move into his, Wedge shivered. He was dimly aware that his eyes were still open, still focused on Luke's, but he didn't see anything. His senses were totally focused on his mind.
When the psychic tube disappeared, and the link stabilized, there was a heartbeat of stillness, then they were flung into space, sinking into a shared infinity. Wedge had no sense of his body, except for the palms of his hands. He could feel the physical contact with Luke with a preternatural sharpness. Stars whirled past them, planets and pulsars and quasars. Every mind in the universe, every fraction of the Force, everything poured through their minds. They were drowning in light and life and each other.
Then, suddenly, they snapped back into their bodies, still kneeling in their quarters aboard Home One.
Only now, Wedge could have spun around with his eyes closed until he was dizzy, and still have been able to point directly to Luke. He felt hyperaware of his lover's presence.
Luke blinked a few times, then smiled at Wedge. "That was interesting," he said; his fingers intertwined briefly with Wedge's, squeezed, then let go.
"That was incredible," Wedge still felt a little breathless. "What time is it?"
Luke looked at his chrono, and his eyebrows rose. "It's after midnight."
"Certainly didn't feel like, what, four hours?"
Luke nodded. "The Force does some funny things to time, when it feels like it."
Wedge blinked. "Sounds like fun. Glad some of us knows what's going on."
"Only from painful experience. You know, the 'I've got half an hour before the meeting, I'll do a little meditation' type. The one where the next thing I knew, it was three hours later."
"Yowch."
"You got it. Thankfully, it wasn't important. Now, I believe there was some after-dinner activity mentioned?"
Wedge laughed at him. "You're insatiable."
Luke gave him a wide-eyed, innocent look. "Me?"
It was quite becoming, Wedge had to admit. Luke's blue eyes could be awfully innocent when he put his mind to it. "Yes, you."
Luke stood up, drawing Wedge with him. His fingers brushed gently over the Corellian's face, his thumb tracing Wedge's lower lip. "I love you, Wedge, always."
Wedge smiled. "Always and ever." His ran his fingers through Luke's hair, moved his hand around to the back of Luke's head. Luke stepped forward, close to Wedge, and rested his hands on Wedge's hips. Wedge kissed him, gently, lips brushing light, soft dips. Perhaps because of the new link, perhaps because of the coming bonding, every touch seemed to mean more. Luke's hands ran up and down Wedge's sides, then slid under the white shirt, skimming across smooth skin, tangling in dark brown hair. Wedge's lips left Luke's to travel a leisurely journey along one a jaw then down the side of Luke's neck. The infinitely pleasurable sensation made Luke shiver. His hands started working at the hem of Wedge's shirt, tugging, and Wedge released Luke's earlobe long enough for the shirt to come off. Luke's hands were pressed flat against Wedge's chest, skimming lightly, then settled on twin points of puckered flesh. Wedge shivered slightly at the sensation of Luke's hands, rough with old farmboy calluses and new swordsman ones, brushing the sensitized skin of his nipples. Impatiently, he pulled Luke's shirt off; satisfied for the time being, the Corellian dropped his head down to suck at a collarbone that just begged for it. He tasted salt sweat, and underneath it the honey-spice taste that was Luke.
Luke's hands slid downwards, toying with the waistband of Wedge's pants, then one moved downward some more and began stroking Wedge erect through the material. Wedge groaned, his hips thrusting involuntarily against Luke's hand. Very firmly, fighting the temptation to give in and beg for more, Wedge reached for Luke's pants, pushing them down, leaving Luke in boxers showing a definite tent. Wedge grinned as Luke returned the favor. Excitement mounting by leaps and bounds, the two men pressed together, each wanting more, more, more. Boxers were discarded, and two gloriously naked lovers kissed and touched. Wedge pushed Luke towards the bed, then followed.
Stretching out on top of the Jedi, he kissed him full on the mouth, then started sliding down his body, kissing, licking, and biting gently, the pleasure thrumming through his body greater than anything he'd ever experienced before. He reached his goal at Luke's groin, drawing his tongue over the head of Luke's swollen member. Luke moaned and thrust upwards, but there was more to be done. Wedge pressed gently on the inside of either thigh, and Luke let his legs fall open.
Wedge kissed his way back up Luke's body, and his tongue darted into Luke's mouth, pressing deeply. Luke returned the kiss urgently. Wedge very carefully positioned himself, then thrust into Luke.
Sensation blazed across the link they'd formed in the Force, Luke's pleasure and Wedge's intermingling. It seemed only a very few thrusts, all supernova-bright with pleasure, and they were coming, together, ecstasy turning them inside out. Wedge collapsed on to of Luke, sated warmth spreading through him as he slid to one side and spooned around his lover and soon-to-be-bondmate.
"That was incredible," he whispered to Luke. "Will that happen every time?"
"Don't know," Luke replied, easing himself deeper into Wedge's arms. "I love you."
"Love you too."
And they slept.
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Y'know folks, I'd really appreciate some feedback. Y'all were very good in the first few chapters, but I've gotten ONE reply for chap. 6, and none for 7 or 8. I have no clue how good you think this is, what I could fix, anything. I'd really like it if you'd reply, tell me something, even if it's how bad this story is. Please.