The Arrangement
By Rhea Jediknight
Disclaimer: I'm not making any money from this work. Thanks go to George Lucas and Timothy Zahn for creating such wonderful characters.
This story is dedicated to Ash Darklighter for her friendship and infinite patience and to Veronica for her unflagging encouragement. Thank you!
Thank you to everyone who left feedback. This one is for you!!!! *********
Part Five
Her body continued to thrum to Skywalker's resonance long after the kiss had ended. Mara wasn't sure how she managed to get through her meeting, and she wasn't entirely certain that she didn't destroy all chance of making a profitable trade agreement for Karrde's organization. She cursed herself, unable to focus, not even able to fully remember everything that was said during the meeting.
Mara lost her focus. Instead of paying attention to minutia of New Republic law, disputed trade borders, and the like, she would recall the way Luke had felt pressed up against her, the way his lips had moved over her own, the masculine scent of him filling her lungs and making her head spin. Mara felt a warmth curl in her belly and gather lower in her body and she flushed realizing that she was still sitting in the middle of a trade talk, and she had not heard the last half an hour of debate. She focused with a supreme effort, cursing Skywalker's name and the effect he had on her equilibrium.
When her meeting was finally concluded Mara left in a rush, not wanting to be detained. She walked the short distance to the Solo's residence, her mind continuing to churn. Mara would have to contact Karrde soon before she really did some irreparable harm. She would have to think of some excuse to avoid further negotiations, hell she might even tell him the truth. Mara smiled widely at the thought. She just might do it, just to see Talon Karrde flustered. That man had an uncanny knack for always knowing information a moment before she could tell him anything; it would feel good for once, to be the source of his information.
Mara paused outside the door. Instead of announcing her presence, she moved to the railing so that she could look down the long drop to the lower levels of Coruscant. They were in the upper rent areas of the planet, and the view was stunning. It wasn't six yet and she decided to wait for Skywalker to arrive. She threw her head back and felt the warm current of air tug at the loose tendrils of hair and caress the skin of her face and neck.
Although she wouldn't fully admit it, the very fact that Skywalker did not offer to escort her to the Solo household had hurt. It only reaffirmed Mara's commitment to keeping things safe and platonic between them. That's not to say that she wasn't looking forward to a great sex life with the Jedi, but she realized that she had started harboring hopes that their mutual regard would deepen to a new level, perhaps eventually growing to love.
Mara knew that to anticipate such a thing would only bring her unhappiness. They had a good thing between them. They shared passion and respect. She would not want their friendship to be burdened by unrequited love . . .not that she loved Skywalker . . . certainly not. Mara snorted at the thought. What a ludicrous idea.
Luke sensed the moment Mara was near and slipped from the apartment. Leia was in the other room so was unaware of his departure, and Han had yet to arrive. The children were out for the night, staying at a friend's house.
Luke closed the door quietly behind him. When he saw Mara standing against the railing with her back to him, Luke paused. She was beautiful with her red-gold hair aflame in the early evening light, and her dress blowing in the light breeze, outlining her shapely figure. He was surprised at how open she was, her barriers almost non-existent. Not wanting to alarm her, and basking in the unexpected glow of her presence undiluted by the customary shields, he stood there. He closed his eyes and reached out to the Force, gently, not wanting to startle her.
Her thoughts came unbidden to Luke, We share passion and respect. I do not want our friendship to be burdened by unrequited love . . .not that I love Skywalker . . . certainly not. He felt her snort at the thought. What a ludicrous idea.
Her scorn stung sharply, and Luke quickly withdrew from her, not wanting to hear any more. Luke agreed, they did share passion and respect. What more did he really hope for? They had been honest with each other about their feelings. Mara had certainly never professed to harbor any deep seated longing for him. Hell, he had never even thought of her on a romantic level until last week. He had the occasional heated dream, but that was while he slept.
"Mara!" He called gently, not wanting to unwittingly intrude in on any more of her thoughts.
She whirled around, her eyes flaring wide. "Skywalker." Her shields slammed into place.
He joined her by the railing, not meeting her eye. He tried not to dwell on what he had inadvertently learned, but could not help but feel sad and somewhat resigned. She admitted to not loving him and actually felt that the idea was ludicrous. She had no desire for their relationship to ever move beyond its current state, not wanting to be burdened by the possibility of unrequited love. He could do that, make sure that he didn't fall in love with her, couldn't he?
"Is it all that bad in there?" Mara asked him softly, feeling his morose mood.
"What?" Luke shook his head and met her gaze, "Oh Leia? No."
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." There was something about the way he answered her that allowed no room for discussion. They watched the distant traffic move through the slowly darkening sky in silence for a while.
Mara could almost enjoy the companionship if it wasn't for the feeling that a wall had been erected between them that hadn't been there before. She wanted to reach out towards him, say something, anything to break through this barrier.
Mara raised a hand, grasping for him. She saw what she was doing, and let her hand drop to clasp the smooth railing. "Are you having doubts?" she asked. "About us?"
"No not at all." He assured her, "In fact, the sooner we can get married, the better." He continued to stare out at the slowly reddening skyline, not glancing even once in her direction. Mara studied his profile, seeing him right beside, her but feeling like he was parsecs away.
She straightened her spine with a renewed resolve and said, "Well then, let's get this thing done." She turned away from the view and back to the Solo residence.
Luke entered the apartment right behind her.
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Luke was surprised to see Han Solo inside. He must have entered the apartment unseen while Mara and he were talking.
Mara noticed that Luke's entire demeanor lightened when he saw Han and Leia.
"Master Luke, Mistress Jade, it is so good to see you." C3P0 exclaimed.
"Hello, Threepio." Luke responded warmly. Artoo twittered from the corner.
A table was set in the main room with four place settings. "I decided to keep this small for now." Leia said soothingly.
"So you two finally decided to come to your senses." Han teased.
Mara's eyes widened and Luke lowered his head.
"What? Am I the only one who's not surprised?" He laughed.
Luke met his gaze and smiled, "You always were a good gambler."
Han pulled the Jedi out of the room on some pretext, but Mara knew it was a preplanned attempt for Leia to be alone with Mara. Threepio began to make trips from the kitchen to the table, carrying plates of food.
Mara raised an eyebrow at Leia and the brown eyed woman blushed slightly. "I wanted to apologize for the things I said earlier."
Mara began to shake her head, but Leia continued, "I want Luke to be happy, and I want you to be happy as well."
"Don't worry about it; it's in the past." Mara assured her, not wishing to discuss this any further.
"I hope we can be friends." Leia continued.
Mara got a crafty look on her face and said, "Well. . . you can start by planning the wedding."
Leia's eyes danced and she said, "I think that might be arranged."
"A small wedding." Mara added quickly.
Leia seemed about to protest, saw the stubborn tilt to her jaw, and responded, "I'll do the best that I can. Have you decided any of the details?"
Mara shook her head, "We really haven't discussed it. We just want it over and done with so that we can get on with our lives."
Leia scowled but remained silent.
"Leia, neither Luke or I are big on crowds and fancy formalities. We would like it simple and. honest."
Leia smiled and gave a soft sigh. "Yes, that would be beautiful. It's your wedding. if that's what you want."
"That's what we want," she stated, certain that Luke would agree with her.
"Can we come back yet?" Han called from the other room.
Mara and Leia smiled widely and Mara felt that this more than the apology cleared the air between them. Leia said in mock resignation, "Yes, Han. I think the blood's just about dried and only half the china is broken."
Mara's esteem for this woman rose a notch and she chuckled.
Leia said conspiratorially to Mara, "And he thinks he's an expert at undercover work."
"Hey!" Han said as he entered the room. "I'll have you know that I got encased in carbonite only once." He winked at Luke.
"That was once more than anyone else," Luke chipped in, his eyes dancing.
"Good thing I was willing to save your butt." Leia said.
"It was worth it too, just to see you in that outfit Jabba forced you to wear." He turned to Luke and said suggestively, "She still has it too." He turned to Leia and wagged his eyebrows comically at her. She blushed furiously.
Luke hid a laugh behind his hand and smiled at Mara. "I thought you couldn't see it because of your hibernation sickness?" Luke said challengingly.
"I recovered quickly."
The red haired beauty grinned back at Luke, feeling as if everything was once again right between them.
They sat down and ate the dinner, chatting companionably. Every touch that they shared was just a bit longer than necessary, every look held a fraction more than before. It was enough to cause Mara to feel a strange combination of agitation and pleasure. Luke was really good at this. Even she was beginning to believe that his feelings for her were more intense then friendship dictated. Mara played along, allowing herself to give in to the little impulses that she normally suppressed. At one point she rested her hand on his arm, and another time she held his gaze for so long that Han chuckled causing both of them to flush.
By the time the evening was over, their was no doubt in the Solo's minds that Luke and Mara were in love. Mara had no doubt that she was insane. She reminded herself that things would settle down after they were married. They wouldn't need to maintain this level of pretense when they were no longer newlyweds.
Mara knew she was fooling herself. Most of her actions were completely natural, and this knowledge scared her. Luke seemed to be most at ease when he was acting the attentive and loving fiancé. He was a caring man, and she knew he wanted a life with a woman who would be comfortable with frequent displays of affection. If it became an issue, she would face it then.
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Mara arranged to meet with her boss the next day. Karrde's schedule was filled, but he told her that he would always make time for her. He invited her for lunch aboard the Wild Karrde. She sat across from him in his chamber, the food laid out before them. It reminded her of the first time she ate a meal with him so very long ago.
He raised a glass to her, his eyes dancing with humor. "Congratulations."
"You know?"
He laughed, and said, "I have my sources."
"Han Solo." Mara said wryly.
"He didn't think it was a secret." Karrde said in Han's defense.
Mara shrugged. "No. I guess not. I wanted to ask if you would stand beside me at the wedding."
Talon's eyebrows rose and Mara felt some satisfaction when she felt his surprise. He recovered quickly. "I would be honored."
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The next few weeks passed in a whirl. Mara picked out a dress while Leia took care of the rest of the arrangements. Luke and Mara went out frequently, always in public, making a great show for the rest of the galaxy. She made a concerted effort not to read any of the news reports about them.
On a personal level, things between them were not very different from the way they had been for the many years before that fateful conversation. They both avoided activities that required close physical contact, and they didn't kiss even when they bid each other a good night at the close of the evening. Their desire had not faded, however. If anything, it seemed to grow more intense from its denial, but they were both aware that it wouldn't take much for either of them to lose control.
Mara would often catch Luke gazing at her with an expression that she couldn't quite identify, but it would cause her insides to flutter. When she tried to sense what he was feeling, she encountered barriers as solid as durasteel.
Mara enjoyed their time together, and looked forward to the moments when he would call or show up to take her out. She was unaccountably disappointed when Luke told her that he would have to make a trip to Yavin for awhile. He didn't offer to take her along, and she didn't tell him that she would have liked to go.
After he left, the days stretched into weeks with only an occasional holorecording waiting for her when she awoke in the morning. With the time difference between the planets, she didn't want to call and wake him, and she wasn't sure what she would say if she did talk to him.
She easily filled her time, but her mind was constantly dwelling on their upcoming marriage. After much debate, Mara carefully selected a wedding present for Luke. She picked up something for Leia as a thank you gift and on a last minute whim selected something for Karrde as well.
The conference had ended, and Mara finalized some details for Karrde. Leia and Mara met occasionally, slowly building a solid friendship built on mutual respect and a genuine liking for each other. But that did not prevent Mara from dreading the times they met to discuss details of the ceremony. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy Leia's company, nor was it that she hated discussing the wedding plans, but it was Luke's sister's keen eye that made her uneasy.
Leia Organa-Solo was incredibly perceptive, and Mara was afraid that she would detect their deception. Somehow, no matter what Mara said or did, Leia never suspected that Mara was not a woman deeply in love with her brother. She seemed to realize that Mara missed Luke and tried to keep her occupied. Mara did not try to correct Leia, because she was surprised to learn that it was true. She did miss him - she missed him very much.
Leia refrained from asking pointed questions that would be difficult for Mara to answer and for that she was grateful. The wedding plans were well on their way, the invitations sent, and the day rapidly approaching.
Mara began to wonder if Luke was avoiding her. She was just about to get in her ship and blast off to Yavin to face the Jedi when she received a delivery of red roses with a holo message.
Luke's form coalesced in her room and he smiled. The sight of him made her insides quiver. "I'm sorry. I had no idea I would be delayed for so long. I miss you."
The shimmering figure of the smiling Jedi disappeared. He had missed her.
Mara smiled.
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The more Luke tried not to fall in love with Mara Jade, the harder he began to fall. He wondered if he had a naturally perverse nature, or if he was drawn to her in an obstinate quest for the unattainable. But he knew that both of these reasons were false. He had an impulsive streak, but he was also very practical. He really wasn't contrary. And he was to be married in two days, after which time, he intended very much to possess Mara Jade. The burning craving for her, the desperate need would finally be assuaged and he could once again find the calm he had worked so long and hard to obtain.
Luke had thought that he just needed some distance. But even at the Academy, he found he was almost obsessed with thoughts of the green eyed beauty. He pushed away the guilt at his departure by rationalizing that Leia was attending to the wedding plans and the time apart would allow Mara some space. He arranged for an indefinite leave of absence from the Academy and began to plan their honeymoon. Unless Mara had other ideas, he knew exactly where he'd like to take her. He began to make the necessary arrangements.
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Han Solo met him at the landing platform and grinned as Luke swung out of the cramped cockpit of his X-wing.
"I can't believe you still fly that old thing." He said.
"This from the man who redefines loyalty to a vehicle." Luke said ironically.
Han shook his head, unable to deny it. "I know. I know."
Artoo warbled as he was detached from the droid socket.
"I don't know Artoo. But I promise you that if we leave again soon, we'll be flying in a bigger ship." Luke responded.
Han and Luke walked companionably past the other ships. Luke was garbed in an orange flight suit. Other than a few more lines around the eyes and more silver strands in his hair, Han appeared hardly any different then that day they met in the Mos Eisley cantina.
'What brings you out here?" Luke asked curiously.
"I need an excuse to see my old buddy who also happens to be my brother-in- law?"
Luke raised an eyebrow and they walked through a particularly thick cloud of vehicle exhaust. They could see the large freighter still venting gasses, a mechanic was swearing as he worked in an open hatchway. Solo gave the man a pitying look as they continued to walk by.
"No, you don't need a reason, but I can usually tell when you have one." Luke said smugly.
"I wasn't sure if you'd make it back in time."
"Miss my own wedding?"
"No the bachelor party." Han said with mock aggravation.
Luke groaned.
"I contacted some of your buddies from Rogue Squadron and some of the Jedi have already agreed to attend."
"Han, I don't want a bachelor party." Luke declared, his face wary.
"It's not about wanting kid, it's about needing. I've seen the way you've been staring after Mara. All that longing. Then you run off planet for more than a month. I'd say you need it and for whatever reason your not getting it from your bride to be."
Luke did run, he knew it and a guilty flush stained his pale skin. "It's not like that Han. Things are good between us. Fantastic actually. It's just I wanted to wait."
"You what?!" Han asked incredulously, stopping mid-stride to face the Jedi.
"Until we were married." Luke tried to clarify.
"Is this some kind of Jedi thing?" Han asked, his face a picture of confusion.
Luke shook his head.
"So let me get this straight. First you tell your fiancé that you don't want to sleep with her, and then you run off planet for over a month only to return two days before the wedding?"
"Yeah." Luke said miserably. "But it wasn't just me - it was a mutual thing. We thought it might make it. more special."
Han looked doubtfully at the younger man and then shrugged and began to resume walking, "Hey kid, It's your life. I don't have to understand it, but as long as you're sure that Mara does."
Luke said nothing and Han shot a wry grin at the Jedi, "If you ask me, which I know you're not, but if you did, I'd tell you to forget about this idea and go see her right away. Stay the entire night with her, if you know what I mean. What does it matter if you're a few days early? It just might be the only thing that'll ensure that she'll be waiting at the altar come the morning."
Luke wondered if Han was right and he shivered as the sensations coursed through him at the very thought of making love to Mara. Should he take Han's advice?
He made his way back to his apartment. Luke took a quick shower and dressed in a fresh set of clothing. The next thing he knew he was standing in front of Mara's front door a dozen red roses in his hands. He fidgeted with nervousness. He could hardly think because the adrenal was pumping furiously through his veins. Luke knew that by coming here today, he was announcing that his feelings had changed, they were no longer purely platonic.
Mara would have to realize that he cared for her, couldn't wait to be near her, couldn't stand to wait for another moment to pass until he saw her, heard her voice, drank her in, and felt her presence. And then he realized that he could stand here for hours and she wouldn't answer the door.
Mara wasn't at home.
Luke clutched the red roses piercing his skin on the thorns. He took a deep shuddering breath and laughed hollowly. He made arrangements for the roses to be delivered with a simple message, and then he shrugged, grinning wryly. At least he'd know where she was on their wedding night- if they had a wedding night.
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By Rhea Jediknight
Disclaimer: I'm not making any money from this work. Thanks go to George Lucas and Timothy Zahn for creating such wonderful characters.
This story is dedicated to Ash Darklighter for her friendship and infinite patience and to Veronica for her unflagging encouragement. Thank you!
Thank you to everyone who left feedback. This one is for you!!!! *********
Part Five
Her body continued to thrum to Skywalker's resonance long after the kiss had ended. Mara wasn't sure how she managed to get through her meeting, and she wasn't entirely certain that she didn't destroy all chance of making a profitable trade agreement for Karrde's organization. She cursed herself, unable to focus, not even able to fully remember everything that was said during the meeting.
Mara lost her focus. Instead of paying attention to minutia of New Republic law, disputed trade borders, and the like, she would recall the way Luke had felt pressed up against her, the way his lips had moved over her own, the masculine scent of him filling her lungs and making her head spin. Mara felt a warmth curl in her belly and gather lower in her body and she flushed realizing that she was still sitting in the middle of a trade talk, and she had not heard the last half an hour of debate. She focused with a supreme effort, cursing Skywalker's name and the effect he had on her equilibrium.
When her meeting was finally concluded Mara left in a rush, not wanting to be detained. She walked the short distance to the Solo's residence, her mind continuing to churn. Mara would have to contact Karrde soon before she really did some irreparable harm. She would have to think of some excuse to avoid further negotiations, hell she might even tell him the truth. Mara smiled widely at the thought. She just might do it, just to see Talon Karrde flustered. That man had an uncanny knack for always knowing information a moment before she could tell him anything; it would feel good for once, to be the source of his information.
Mara paused outside the door. Instead of announcing her presence, she moved to the railing so that she could look down the long drop to the lower levels of Coruscant. They were in the upper rent areas of the planet, and the view was stunning. It wasn't six yet and she decided to wait for Skywalker to arrive. She threw her head back and felt the warm current of air tug at the loose tendrils of hair and caress the skin of her face and neck.
Although she wouldn't fully admit it, the very fact that Skywalker did not offer to escort her to the Solo household had hurt. It only reaffirmed Mara's commitment to keeping things safe and platonic between them. That's not to say that she wasn't looking forward to a great sex life with the Jedi, but she realized that she had started harboring hopes that their mutual regard would deepen to a new level, perhaps eventually growing to love.
Mara knew that to anticipate such a thing would only bring her unhappiness. They had a good thing between them. They shared passion and respect. She would not want their friendship to be burdened by unrequited love . . .not that she loved Skywalker . . . certainly not. Mara snorted at the thought. What a ludicrous idea.
Luke sensed the moment Mara was near and slipped from the apartment. Leia was in the other room so was unaware of his departure, and Han had yet to arrive. The children were out for the night, staying at a friend's house.
Luke closed the door quietly behind him. When he saw Mara standing against the railing with her back to him, Luke paused. She was beautiful with her red-gold hair aflame in the early evening light, and her dress blowing in the light breeze, outlining her shapely figure. He was surprised at how open she was, her barriers almost non-existent. Not wanting to alarm her, and basking in the unexpected glow of her presence undiluted by the customary shields, he stood there. He closed his eyes and reached out to the Force, gently, not wanting to startle her.
Her thoughts came unbidden to Luke, We share passion and respect. I do not want our friendship to be burdened by unrequited love . . .not that I love Skywalker . . . certainly not. He felt her snort at the thought. What a ludicrous idea.
Her scorn stung sharply, and Luke quickly withdrew from her, not wanting to hear any more. Luke agreed, they did share passion and respect. What more did he really hope for? They had been honest with each other about their feelings. Mara had certainly never professed to harbor any deep seated longing for him. Hell, he had never even thought of her on a romantic level until last week. He had the occasional heated dream, but that was while he slept.
"Mara!" He called gently, not wanting to unwittingly intrude in on any more of her thoughts.
She whirled around, her eyes flaring wide. "Skywalker." Her shields slammed into place.
He joined her by the railing, not meeting her eye. He tried not to dwell on what he had inadvertently learned, but could not help but feel sad and somewhat resigned. She admitted to not loving him and actually felt that the idea was ludicrous. She had no desire for their relationship to ever move beyond its current state, not wanting to be burdened by the possibility of unrequited love. He could do that, make sure that he didn't fall in love with her, couldn't he?
"Is it all that bad in there?" Mara asked him softly, feeling his morose mood.
"What?" Luke shook his head and met her gaze, "Oh Leia? No."
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." There was something about the way he answered her that allowed no room for discussion. They watched the distant traffic move through the slowly darkening sky in silence for a while.
Mara could almost enjoy the companionship if it wasn't for the feeling that a wall had been erected between them that hadn't been there before. She wanted to reach out towards him, say something, anything to break through this barrier.
Mara raised a hand, grasping for him. She saw what she was doing, and let her hand drop to clasp the smooth railing. "Are you having doubts?" she asked. "About us?"
"No not at all." He assured her, "In fact, the sooner we can get married, the better." He continued to stare out at the slowly reddening skyline, not glancing even once in her direction. Mara studied his profile, seeing him right beside, her but feeling like he was parsecs away.
She straightened her spine with a renewed resolve and said, "Well then, let's get this thing done." She turned away from the view and back to the Solo residence.
Luke entered the apartment right behind her.
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Luke was surprised to see Han Solo inside. He must have entered the apartment unseen while Mara and he were talking.
Mara noticed that Luke's entire demeanor lightened when he saw Han and Leia.
"Master Luke, Mistress Jade, it is so good to see you." C3P0 exclaimed.
"Hello, Threepio." Luke responded warmly. Artoo twittered from the corner.
A table was set in the main room with four place settings. "I decided to keep this small for now." Leia said soothingly.
"So you two finally decided to come to your senses." Han teased.
Mara's eyes widened and Luke lowered his head.
"What? Am I the only one who's not surprised?" He laughed.
Luke met his gaze and smiled, "You always were a good gambler."
Han pulled the Jedi out of the room on some pretext, but Mara knew it was a preplanned attempt for Leia to be alone with Mara. Threepio began to make trips from the kitchen to the table, carrying plates of food.
Mara raised an eyebrow at Leia and the brown eyed woman blushed slightly. "I wanted to apologize for the things I said earlier."
Mara began to shake her head, but Leia continued, "I want Luke to be happy, and I want you to be happy as well."
"Don't worry about it; it's in the past." Mara assured her, not wishing to discuss this any further.
"I hope we can be friends." Leia continued.
Mara got a crafty look on her face and said, "Well. . . you can start by planning the wedding."
Leia's eyes danced and she said, "I think that might be arranged."
"A small wedding." Mara added quickly.
Leia seemed about to protest, saw the stubborn tilt to her jaw, and responded, "I'll do the best that I can. Have you decided any of the details?"
Mara shook her head, "We really haven't discussed it. We just want it over and done with so that we can get on with our lives."
Leia scowled but remained silent.
"Leia, neither Luke or I are big on crowds and fancy formalities. We would like it simple and. honest."
Leia smiled and gave a soft sigh. "Yes, that would be beautiful. It's your wedding. if that's what you want."
"That's what we want," she stated, certain that Luke would agree with her.
"Can we come back yet?" Han called from the other room.
Mara and Leia smiled widely and Mara felt that this more than the apology cleared the air between them. Leia said in mock resignation, "Yes, Han. I think the blood's just about dried and only half the china is broken."
Mara's esteem for this woman rose a notch and she chuckled.
Leia said conspiratorially to Mara, "And he thinks he's an expert at undercover work."
"Hey!" Han said as he entered the room. "I'll have you know that I got encased in carbonite only once." He winked at Luke.
"That was once more than anyone else," Luke chipped in, his eyes dancing.
"Good thing I was willing to save your butt." Leia said.
"It was worth it too, just to see you in that outfit Jabba forced you to wear." He turned to Luke and said suggestively, "She still has it too." He turned to Leia and wagged his eyebrows comically at her. She blushed furiously.
Luke hid a laugh behind his hand and smiled at Mara. "I thought you couldn't see it because of your hibernation sickness?" Luke said challengingly.
"I recovered quickly."
The red haired beauty grinned back at Luke, feeling as if everything was once again right between them.
They sat down and ate the dinner, chatting companionably. Every touch that they shared was just a bit longer than necessary, every look held a fraction more than before. It was enough to cause Mara to feel a strange combination of agitation and pleasure. Luke was really good at this. Even she was beginning to believe that his feelings for her were more intense then friendship dictated. Mara played along, allowing herself to give in to the little impulses that she normally suppressed. At one point she rested her hand on his arm, and another time she held his gaze for so long that Han chuckled causing both of them to flush.
By the time the evening was over, their was no doubt in the Solo's minds that Luke and Mara were in love. Mara had no doubt that she was insane. She reminded herself that things would settle down after they were married. They wouldn't need to maintain this level of pretense when they were no longer newlyweds.
Mara knew she was fooling herself. Most of her actions were completely natural, and this knowledge scared her. Luke seemed to be most at ease when he was acting the attentive and loving fiancé. He was a caring man, and she knew he wanted a life with a woman who would be comfortable with frequent displays of affection. If it became an issue, she would face it then.
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Mara arranged to meet with her boss the next day. Karrde's schedule was filled, but he told her that he would always make time for her. He invited her for lunch aboard the Wild Karrde. She sat across from him in his chamber, the food laid out before them. It reminded her of the first time she ate a meal with him so very long ago.
He raised a glass to her, his eyes dancing with humor. "Congratulations."
"You know?"
He laughed, and said, "I have my sources."
"Han Solo." Mara said wryly.
"He didn't think it was a secret." Karrde said in Han's defense.
Mara shrugged. "No. I guess not. I wanted to ask if you would stand beside me at the wedding."
Talon's eyebrows rose and Mara felt some satisfaction when she felt his surprise. He recovered quickly. "I would be honored."
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The next few weeks passed in a whirl. Mara picked out a dress while Leia took care of the rest of the arrangements. Luke and Mara went out frequently, always in public, making a great show for the rest of the galaxy. She made a concerted effort not to read any of the news reports about them.
On a personal level, things between them were not very different from the way they had been for the many years before that fateful conversation. They both avoided activities that required close physical contact, and they didn't kiss even when they bid each other a good night at the close of the evening. Their desire had not faded, however. If anything, it seemed to grow more intense from its denial, but they were both aware that it wouldn't take much for either of them to lose control.
Mara would often catch Luke gazing at her with an expression that she couldn't quite identify, but it would cause her insides to flutter. When she tried to sense what he was feeling, she encountered barriers as solid as durasteel.
Mara enjoyed their time together, and looked forward to the moments when he would call or show up to take her out. She was unaccountably disappointed when Luke told her that he would have to make a trip to Yavin for awhile. He didn't offer to take her along, and she didn't tell him that she would have liked to go.
After he left, the days stretched into weeks with only an occasional holorecording waiting for her when she awoke in the morning. With the time difference between the planets, she didn't want to call and wake him, and she wasn't sure what she would say if she did talk to him.
She easily filled her time, but her mind was constantly dwelling on their upcoming marriage. After much debate, Mara carefully selected a wedding present for Luke. She picked up something for Leia as a thank you gift and on a last minute whim selected something for Karrde as well.
The conference had ended, and Mara finalized some details for Karrde. Leia and Mara met occasionally, slowly building a solid friendship built on mutual respect and a genuine liking for each other. But that did not prevent Mara from dreading the times they met to discuss details of the ceremony. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy Leia's company, nor was it that she hated discussing the wedding plans, but it was Luke's sister's keen eye that made her uneasy.
Leia Organa-Solo was incredibly perceptive, and Mara was afraid that she would detect their deception. Somehow, no matter what Mara said or did, Leia never suspected that Mara was not a woman deeply in love with her brother. She seemed to realize that Mara missed Luke and tried to keep her occupied. Mara did not try to correct Leia, because she was surprised to learn that it was true. She did miss him - she missed him very much.
Leia refrained from asking pointed questions that would be difficult for Mara to answer and for that she was grateful. The wedding plans were well on their way, the invitations sent, and the day rapidly approaching.
Mara began to wonder if Luke was avoiding her. She was just about to get in her ship and blast off to Yavin to face the Jedi when she received a delivery of red roses with a holo message.
Luke's form coalesced in her room and he smiled. The sight of him made her insides quiver. "I'm sorry. I had no idea I would be delayed for so long. I miss you."
The shimmering figure of the smiling Jedi disappeared. He had missed her.
Mara smiled.
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The more Luke tried not to fall in love with Mara Jade, the harder he began to fall. He wondered if he had a naturally perverse nature, or if he was drawn to her in an obstinate quest for the unattainable. But he knew that both of these reasons were false. He had an impulsive streak, but he was also very practical. He really wasn't contrary. And he was to be married in two days, after which time, he intended very much to possess Mara Jade. The burning craving for her, the desperate need would finally be assuaged and he could once again find the calm he had worked so long and hard to obtain.
Luke had thought that he just needed some distance. But even at the Academy, he found he was almost obsessed with thoughts of the green eyed beauty. He pushed away the guilt at his departure by rationalizing that Leia was attending to the wedding plans and the time apart would allow Mara some space. He arranged for an indefinite leave of absence from the Academy and began to plan their honeymoon. Unless Mara had other ideas, he knew exactly where he'd like to take her. He began to make the necessary arrangements.
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Han Solo met him at the landing platform and grinned as Luke swung out of the cramped cockpit of his X-wing.
"I can't believe you still fly that old thing." He said.
"This from the man who redefines loyalty to a vehicle." Luke said ironically.
Han shook his head, unable to deny it. "I know. I know."
Artoo warbled as he was detached from the droid socket.
"I don't know Artoo. But I promise you that if we leave again soon, we'll be flying in a bigger ship." Luke responded.
Han and Luke walked companionably past the other ships. Luke was garbed in an orange flight suit. Other than a few more lines around the eyes and more silver strands in his hair, Han appeared hardly any different then that day they met in the Mos Eisley cantina.
'What brings you out here?" Luke asked curiously.
"I need an excuse to see my old buddy who also happens to be my brother-in- law?"
Luke raised an eyebrow and they walked through a particularly thick cloud of vehicle exhaust. They could see the large freighter still venting gasses, a mechanic was swearing as he worked in an open hatchway. Solo gave the man a pitying look as they continued to walk by.
"No, you don't need a reason, but I can usually tell when you have one." Luke said smugly.
"I wasn't sure if you'd make it back in time."
"Miss my own wedding?"
"No the bachelor party." Han said with mock aggravation.
Luke groaned.
"I contacted some of your buddies from Rogue Squadron and some of the Jedi have already agreed to attend."
"Han, I don't want a bachelor party." Luke declared, his face wary.
"It's not about wanting kid, it's about needing. I've seen the way you've been staring after Mara. All that longing. Then you run off planet for more than a month. I'd say you need it and for whatever reason your not getting it from your bride to be."
Luke did run, he knew it and a guilty flush stained his pale skin. "It's not like that Han. Things are good between us. Fantastic actually. It's just I wanted to wait."
"You what?!" Han asked incredulously, stopping mid-stride to face the Jedi.
"Until we were married." Luke tried to clarify.
"Is this some kind of Jedi thing?" Han asked, his face a picture of confusion.
Luke shook his head.
"So let me get this straight. First you tell your fiancé that you don't want to sleep with her, and then you run off planet for over a month only to return two days before the wedding?"
"Yeah." Luke said miserably. "But it wasn't just me - it was a mutual thing. We thought it might make it. more special."
Han looked doubtfully at the younger man and then shrugged and began to resume walking, "Hey kid, It's your life. I don't have to understand it, but as long as you're sure that Mara does."
Luke said nothing and Han shot a wry grin at the Jedi, "If you ask me, which I know you're not, but if you did, I'd tell you to forget about this idea and go see her right away. Stay the entire night with her, if you know what I mean. What does it matter if you're a few days early? It just might be the only thing that'll ensure that she'll be waiting at the altar come the morning."
Luke wondered if Han was right and he shivered as the sensations coursed through him at the very thought of making love to Mara. Should he take Han's advice?
He made his way back to his apartment. Luke took a quick shower and dressed in a fresh set of clothing. The next thing he knew he was standing in front of Mara's front door a dozen red roses in his hands. He fidgeted with nervousness. He could hardly think because the adrenal was pumping furiously through his veins. Luke knew that by coming here today, he was announcing that his feelings had changed, they were no longer purely platonic.
Mara would have to realize that he cared for her, couldn't wait to be near her, couldn't stand to wait for another moment to pass until he saw her, heard her voice, drank her in, and felt her presence. And then he realized that he could stand here for hours and she wouldn't answer the door.
Mara wasn't at home.
Luke clutched the red roses piercing his skin on the thorns. He took a deep shuddering breath and laughed hollowly. He made arrangements for the roses to be delivered with a simple message, and then he shrugged, grinning wryly. At least he'd know where she was on their wedding night- if they had a wedding night.
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