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!
This part is Rated R for sexual situations. Please don't read if this offends you.
Part Six
Leia had arranged a last minute bridal shower for Mara at her residence. Most of the guests were really friends of Leia's, since she wasn't aware if Mara had any female friends of her own. Mara received plenty of gifts, most of which involved sexy lingerie. Leia found the entire affair amusing, knowing full well that Mara was uncomfortable the whole while. She really did like this woman; she could be dignified even while the others were urging her to pose with a sparkling negligee.
Leia finally took pity on her and made sure the festivities ended fairly quickly and promised to write all her thank you notes in an attempt to placate her. Mara's mind was not on the party but the fact that the next day was the wedding, and she hadn't seen Skywalker for almost six weeks. Mara swore to herself and after Leia's inquiry finally confessed this fact. Her future sister-in-law was shocked at this news.
"You haven't seen or talked to Luke since he went away?"
"He's sent me a weekly holorecording."
"I know you're going to marry him but that is ridiculous. No wonder none of his other relationships worked if he treated his girlfriends like that."
Mara was edgy and she said to Leia, "If I don't see your brother some time tonight, I swear, I'm not going to marry him."
Leia understood, and she was concerned at this knowledge, wondering if her brother was having second thoughts. She knew the moment he left the planet, that something was wrong, but had decided that the stress of the wedding planning had driven him to seek an escape. That he had left Mara behind, had disturbed her, but she had believed this to be a mutual arrangement because of Mara's need to finish her job for Karrde. Now that she knew this wasn't true, she was deeply concerned for this couple's happiness.
"Han told me that he saw him when he landed yesterday."
"I know," she murmured. "He sent me some flowers." Mara smiled somewhat wistfully, unaware of how revealing her expression was.
"Well, at least that's something." Leia conceded. She was so in love with Luke. For the first few weeks Leia hadn't quite believed that his relationship was real, but Mara without Luke showed how much the red-headed woman did care for her brother. "I wonder what's happened."
"I don't know, but I intend to find out." Mara stood up.
Leia said, "Let me know if you have trouble finding him. Just say the word and I'll get security to be on the look out for him."
"Isn't that an abuse of your power?" Mara asked dryly.
"Yeah, but if I can't ever employ it, what's the use?" Leia answered.
"You know, that's a really good point." Mara agreed with a smile. She went to the front door and then turned to face Leia, "Thanks, Leia. You've been a great friend."
The dark haired woman smiled warmly and said, "Good luck."
*********
Mara slipped through Skywalker's window again, realizing that this was becoming a habit. First she had called here and when he hadn't answered, she had gone down to the landing bay and saw that he wasn't with his X- wing. She hadn't really expected him to be there, but just seeing the ship was a comfort. Mara felt the frustration burn inside of her, and she knew she was fatigued by the stress of the coming day and the doubt that assailed her. Was marrying the Jedi the right thing to do?
It was early evening. Night had fallen and his apartment was dark, lit only by the city lights shinning through the window. She felt like crying. She was so tired, so uneasy, so frustrated, and yes, hurt as well.
She reached out to Skywalker through the Force and was surprised at how quickly she reached him. *Luke?*
He was momentarily startled by the use of his first name, *Mara? Where are you? I've been waiting all day at your apartment.*
Mara felt a rush of relief and somehow this knowledge only made her want to weep more. *I'm sitting in the dark in your apartment.* All this time she had been searching for him and all she had to do was go home. When she thought about it, she realized that she hadn't been home all day. She had gone shopping, arranged a final fitting of her dress, and attended the bridal shower at the Solo's. And why, she wondered hadn't she thought to contact Skywalker through the Force? Then she realized that in her stressed state of mind, she had thrown up a barrier that even the Jedi would have found impossible to breach.
After a brief hesitation Luke's voice asked, *Have you been crying?*
*Of course not,* she mentally sobbed.
*Stay there. I'm on my way.*
Knowing that she had some time before the Jedi arrived, she allowed herself the luxury of tears. Mara thought that the release might clear her system so that when Skywalker arrived she could present herself as cool and collected. He would have no idea what missing his presence had done to her, how she had yearned for him desperately, and she had felt his absence as a kind of rejection. Mara couldn't tell him these things, it would go against their arrangement.
Mara stretched out on the couch, burying her face in her arm, and promptly fell asleep.
Luke had feared that Han had been right and Mara had abandoned the notion of their marriage and had disappeared. He thought it was unlikely that she would leave her ship behind, but not impossible. Whenever Luke had tried to reach out to her through the Force, it was as if she wasn't there. It was a truly awful feeling, and he helplessly waited, knowing that if she intended to marry him, she would return at some point to her apartment, so he remained.
When he had felt her seeking mind, Luke had latched on to the Force tendril eagerly. Her sorrow hit him immediately, and knowing that he was the cause of her pain struck him to the core. He rushed back to his apartment, almost breaking some of the laws of physics to get there sooner than it should be possible to do so.
When he entered his apartment he found her deep in slumber her face turned away. Luke crossed the room quickly and gathered the sleeping woman in to his arms. He could see the tears, still damp on her cheeks, and he felt his heart constrict painfully.
"Oh Mara. I'm so sorry." he groaned, distressed at the sight of the tears on her soft skin. He knew all this was his fault. He'd never seen Mara cry.
Luke tucked her head under his chin and arranged their bodies so that he lay back in the couch with her sleeping body pressed up against him, her head lying on his chest. He brushed the hair away from her eyes, a few hairs clinging to her damp eyelashes. There were dark smudges under her closed lids, her face was pale, and he thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Luke hugged her against him, burying his nose in her hair, and inhaling the intoxicating scent of her. He never wanted to let her go. It was at that moment that Luke Skywalker knew that he was in love with Mara Jade. He hadn't set out with that intent, but it was beyond his control.
*********
Sometime during the night, Mara awoke to find her face pressed against Skywalker's neck. She didn't move, just slowly opened her eyes until she could make out the outline of his face in the dark. Mara marveled that he was here with her, and she was in his arms. He had been gone for so long and a part of her had had wondered if she would ever see him again.
His breathing was even and she knew he was deeply asleep. The feel of his strong arm around her made her close her eyes and revel in this closeness. For the first time since he had left her, she felt at peace. Her mouth was so close to his skin. Mara moved incrementally closer and pressed her lips ever so gently against his pulse. She felt his pulse leap and wondering if it was just her imagination, or if he was aware on some level of what she had just done.
Curious now, she pressed her lips against his neck again, this time allowing her tongue the slightest taste of his skin. The little tastes became more numerous until the pleasure became too much. She was no longer aware of whether or not his pulse was affected by what she was doing, her own heart was making it too difficult to discern another beat. Her hands began to crumple the cloth at his chest, gripping it convulsively as she ran her tongue down the length of his neck. The taste of him, the smell, the feel, all her senses had gone wild and begged for more.
Luke groaned and she froze, "Don't stop," he said in a dark voice, barely recognizable it was so husky.
Mara pulled away, too embarrassed to continue, appalled at being discovered. Luke gripped her, holding her still, not allowing her to slide off his body.
"I didn't mean . I wasn't thinking .. .I'm sorry." Mara babbled.
"Shhh." Luke said, pulling her back against him, holding her fiercely. He didn't care that his body was on fire and it was taking ever modicum of his control to restrain himself. All that mattered was that Mara was in his arms, and she wanted him. She might not love him, but he knew that she desired him and that was as good a beginning as any.
"It's late. We have a busy day tomorrow. I think we should go to bed."
"But . . but I thought you said.. . ."
He ran his hand over her tangled red-gold curls. "To sleep, Mara. We'll work everything else out later."
Mara nodded and she didn't protest when he scooped her up in his arms and laid her on his bed. She kicked off her shoes and he pulled off his shoes and shirt, climbing in beside her. He pulled her up against him and the emotional turmoil made what should have been impossible happen. They slept.
*********
Mara was having the most incredible dream. She was splayed across a firm masculine body, warm lips brushing across her own. She gasped when she felt a hand brush across the skin of her stomach, the crisp hairs of a muscled leg brushing against her own. Mara gave into the sensations, moaned in disappointment when the presence pulled away.
Her eyes flew open to see Luke standing beside the bed, grinning like a little boy. Her gaze had little time to admire his fine bare chest before Luke pulled her from the bed. Mara had to rely on him for support, still half asleep. And then he kissed her. She could sense his eagerness and his pleasure, but she knew that he wasn't intent on making love with her.
She clutched at him, and he said, "Come on, sleepyhead. We have a wedding to attend."
His words were as effective as a laser bolt. Mara's eyes flew open and she felt a momentary panic. "What time is it?"
"Relax, we still have a couple hours."
Mara moaned in distress. "I've got to go." She hurried from the room, grabbed her shoes, and without stopping to put them on, made her way to the door.
"Wait, Mara?!" Luke stood in front of the door, blocking the exit. "We have to talk."
"Not now, Skywalker. We'll have to talk after the ceremony." Mara pushed her way past the Jedi and went out the door.
Luke slumped against the closed door. He closed his eyes realizing that there were so many things that they needed to work out. He regretted his long absence, but he resolved to make it up to her. Luke didn't even know where they would live after the ceremony. Hell, they hadn't even discussed where they would go for their honeymoon. But none of that mattered. Today he was going to marry Mara Jade. She was going to be his, and Luke was determined that he would make Mara fall in love with him.
*********
Leia had been waiting at Mara's apartment a concerned look on her face. When Mara had admitted to staying the night at Luke's apartment, the tension seeped away from Leia's features. While Mara was in the fresher, Leia retrieved the wedding dress. She then assisted Mara in dressing, despite the red head's numerous protestations. An hour later, Mara was regarding herself in a mirror, hardly recognizing herself.
Leia had arranged Mara's hair in a soft upswept style that transformed her features. With tastefully applied cosmetics and the figure-hugging green dress, Mara was absolutely gorgeous. Leia regarded her speechlessly and Mara smiled with uncharacteristic shyness.
"You think he'll like it?" Mara asked Leia, unable to hide the slight tremble in her hands as she brushed her smooth skirt down in a nervous gesture.
"I think it's a good thing that he's a Jedi, because I think it's the only way he's going to be successful in fighting off every man that catches a glimpse of you."
Mara scowled, unwilling to accept such praise, but Leia's words did serve to help banish her attack of nerves.
She could sense Talon Karrde's approach a moment before the bell announced his arrival.
Mara opened the door, and Talon gaped at her. "Wow!"
"Now I believe you, Leia." She turned to Karrde, "I must look pretty good to get that kind of reaction from the usually unflappable Talon Karrde."
"You look positively stunning."
He turned to greet Organa-Solo, but even before he could open his mouth, Leia supplied, "Please, Talon, call me Leia."
He nodded, "Leia, you look quite beautiful yourself."
Leia smiled at the compliment and answered, "That's not necessary, but thank you."
"But true none the less. Are you ready to go, Mara?" Karrde asked.
Mara nodded. "Just a minute. I'd like to give both of you something first."
She went to retrieve two shiny boxes, and presented one to each of them. Talon and Leia glanced curiously at Mara and then at each other.
"After you." Talon gestured to Leia.
Leia opened the box and gasped in surprise. There was a simple necklace with a gold pendant. Leia glanced closely at the pendant to see that it was an Alderaanian friendship token. It was an old, almost forgotten Alderranian tradition to give a close friend such a token. Usually, they were exchanged in pairs, but the intent was there and Leia felt her emotions swell. Tears gathered in her eyes and she threw her arms around Mara in a hug, "I haven't seen one of these in years."
Talon Karrde smiled and then he opened his box. Nestled in black velvet was a pair of white firecrystal cufflinks and a single matching earring. He glanced curiously at Mara and smiled, "They're beautiful" a slight question in his voice.
Mara removed the earring and handed it to him. Talon put it into his ear and Mara took a cufflink and whispered something into it.
Talon laughed heartily.
Mara explained to Leia, "It's a two way communication device designed to go undetected by standard sensor sweeps."
Leia smiled and said, "Now I know not to accept a gift of cuff links."
"You think I'd give these little babies away?" Talon smiled. He turned to Mara and said, "I have something for you as well. You don't have to use it tonight, if you already have other plans."
He handed her a piece of flimsy. Mara inspected the formal scroll and recognized it as a paid reservation for the Honeymoon suite at the Grande Hotel.
She smiled and asked, "How did you ever manage that so quickly?"
"A bribe here, a threat there . . ." Talon said jokingly.
"Thank you."
Leia said, "I'm planning on giving you a gift after you return from your honeymoon." She glanced at the time and said, "You had better get going, that is if you still intend to marry my brother." Then she added as an after thought, "I'll make sure that everything is delivered."
Mara nodded and left with Talon Karrde.
*********
Luke could not concentrate on the events occurring around him, instead his focus was on the Force tendril that connected him to Mara Jade. There was a small crowd gathered in the meditation garden. The multicolored hues lending an air of fantasy to the entire proceeding. Chairs had been placed in rows in among the low flowering plants, creating a pathway up the center. Somehow, the chamber was large enough to accommodate the participants and still managed to maintain an atmosphere of intimacy.
Luke took it all in, committing it to memory. Leia Organa Solo was seated in the front row beside Jaina, Jacen, and Anakin Solo. Chewbacca made a soft noise of contentment, his brown fur gleaming. The command crew from the Wild Karrde was seated together on the other side, Ghent distracted by something, and Page blending in so that he was almost overlooked.
Tionne smiled softly, and Lando Callrisian watched intently for the bride to be. Mirax Horn sat beside the members of Rogue Squadron that were able to make it. Wedge Antilles smiled broadly as he met Luke's wandering gaze.
Talon Karrde stood opposite Luke Skywalker and Han Solo. Corran Horn was to officiate the ceremony and just as he was just about to give the Jedi Master a mild rebuke for his lack of concentration a ripple spread through the crowd.
Mara Jade stepped down the center aisle, and began to walk gracefully towards the waiting Jedi.
Luke felt as if he had lost the ability to swallow.
Han Solo gave a small, low whistle, and Luke knew he was the only one who could hear him, "Don't forget to breathe, kid." Solo whispered
The Jedi wanted to ask the former smuggler how he had known that his breath was arrested in his chest, but he couldn't spare him the effort it would take to speak. Mara Jade had always been beautiful, but right now she was spectacular, and she only had eyes for Luke.
C3P0 sat towards the back and exclaimed, "Artoo Deetoo, it's about time that you came, the guests have been waiting an interminably long time for you to arrive."
The small astromech droid trailed behind Mara and he turned his main sensor array away from the protocol droid in an obvious sign of irritation.
Mara was enraptured by the image Luke presented as he waited at the end of the aisle for her. He was dressed in a dark suit, not a Jedi robe, but it's cut immediately brought that to mind. His hair was neatly combed away from his face, and his eyes shone with the most brilliant blue light. She could sense that her appearance had stunned him, and she felt a wave of satisfaction knowing that he found her attractive.
*This is your last chance to back out, Jedi.* Mara's voice drifted into Luke's mind.
*Not a chance, Jade.* Luke responded heatedly.
Later both Skywalker and Jade would have to rely on other's accounts of the ceremony and how touching Horn's words were, the beauty of the setting. Both were oblivious to everything but each other. Han had to nudge Luke to take the ring from Artoo. Luke slid the gold band on to Mara's finger. Mara told herself that she could examine the simple design when she wasn't standing in front of a crowd of people.
She took Luke's hand and slipped a matching, but larger ring onto his hand. And for the first time, Luke was grateful that his left hand was not the one he lost. Being right handed had made it more difficult to adjust to the prostheses, but at this moment, he was eminently grateful that it had worked out the way it did. He clenched his hand into a fist, enjoying the feeling of the ring digging into his flesh. He wanted to meld it into his skin, to become a part of him, just like he wanted to become one with Mara Jade.
Luke's voice was resolute when he responded to Corran Horn's prompting, "I do."
Mara met his gaze as she repeated the words with only the slightest tremor, "I do."
Just then, the sunlight arched overhead hitting the complex design exactly in the center. The colors combined into a brilliant, pure, vibrant, white light that shone down on the gathering. There was a collective gasp and then Luke heard Corran give permission to kiss his bride. The Jedi gathered Mara up against him and claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. They swayed together for a moment, and then they pulled apart as the light began to shift into its individual colors again.
The crowd stood as one, and the newlywed couple walked back down the aisle hand in hand.
*********
The reception was held in a room at the Grande Hotel. Mara decided to suspend doubts about her future with Skywalker for the rest of the evening. For one day, she would relax and try to enjoy the time spent in Skywalker's arms. Mara would allow herself to believe that the Jedi cared for her and she would permit herself to act on her impulses to touch him, giving herself free reign to do the things she wanted. She knew he cared for her in a certain way - she just hoped it was enough.
After all, they had parts to play and the wedding was their biggest show.
She was careful, however, to maintain her shields and to guard her emotions. The feel of the Jedi, the way his kisses made her head swim and her blood sing could easily confuse her. It could make her believe that she just might have deeper feelings for Skywalker. But she knew that it was nothing more than a healthy lust. Mara was looking forward to indulging her physical craving for the Jedi, and would be careful to make sure that she didn't fall into the trap of allowing her heart to feel something more.
Mara knew that if she fell in love with Skywalker, she would cause herself great pain. Love was too agonizing; she only had to look at the Jedi for an example of that. Callista. She had been there, and he had never once looked in her direction. She knew where she really stood in his heart. This was a marriage of convenience, and she would be wise to not forget this arrangement.
She leaned into Skywalker, as they danced. She looked up into his eyes and he smiled down at her. By the Maker, he felt good. Mara said, "Talon Karrde gave us a wedding present early."
Luke waited for her to continue, "It's the Honeymoon suite at this hotel."
His smile broadened and he asked, "Does that mean that you're ready to leave now?"
Mara suddenly felt vulnerable and uncertain. Luke sensed this up swell of emotion leak past her shields and he smiled gently. He bent his head to kiss her and the passion immediately sprang to life between them like a living thing. All her hesitation evaporated.
When he pulled back Mara agreed, "Let's go."
No one seemed surprised to find that the couple had disappeared, and the party continued without them long into the night.
Mara was vaguely surprised that Luke kept her hand in his even after the lift doors closed and there was no one to see them. She was glad of his constant contact, because as long as her hand was in his, her doubt was muted. She didn't want to question the wisdom of their decision, not tonight.
She didn't honestly wish that she were here with any other man, but Mara didn't know for certain if it might have been better to maintain their friendship as it had been. This arrangement could prove disastrous over the long run. She pulled her hand from Luke's grasp and glanced at him through her lashes.
She then asked without preamble, "Are you certain that we're doing the right thing?"
Something flashed in his eyes that momentarily laid her fears to rest. "We're going to be a happy family. I can feel it."
His answer made her stiffen her back and Luke silently cursed himself at his inadvertent reminder of their decision to have a child together. He wished that he could tell her that he loved her, but her fears about unrequited love came back to haunt him. Unrequited love. That's exactly what he felt. She had been right to fear that he would fall in love with her. How could he not? She was absolutely beautiful. She shone in his heart and through the Force, but Mara didn't want the entanglements and the complications that his feeling would bring.
The lift doors opened and Mara said, "This is our floor."
Mara led the way, and with each step she took, Luke felt her drifting further away from him. He felt the gulf between them continue to expand, causing him to feel a hopeless misery.
Mara produced a key card and unlocked the door. The moment the doors hissed open, something inside of him snapped. Decorum be damned, Luke scooped Mara into his arms. Mara gave a little yelp of surprise, but quickly subsided against him. He had planned to talk with her and come to an understanding. Then he thought he would seduce her gently, but all of that was gone in an instant. He was beyond caring. Luke's despair gave him a desperate edge.
He walked with a steady, determined stride into the room. Luke hauled her to him, pressing her against his chest, and dragged her back against the wall. He took her hand in a fierce grip and pulled her arm above her head. The door slid shut behind them, but neither of them noticed. He kissed her with a fierce unbidden passion, trying to brand her. Mara wanted to protest, shocked at his actions. What the hell had happened to the placid Jedi Master?
He pulled back and struggled momentarily for control. Luke's stormy blue eyes searched her brilliant green gaze. His blond hair had fallen down across his forehead. His face was flushed, and his lips set in a determined line. Luke wanted to say something, anything that would put her at ease. He wanted to sooth her, to deny this terrible aching need, but it was beyond him.
Mara smiled slightly and that was all the permission he needed to continue his onslaught. Luke's mouth locked onto her own, his tongue thrusting deeply within her mouth. Mara moaned a long low moan in her throat, that only served to fuel the Jedi further. She was shocked and more than a little thrilled by the unexpected display of passion, this complete loss of control. No matter how she tried to picture this night with him, if she went through a million scenarios, she never would have come up with this.
Luke pulled his mouth away to draw breath into his burning lungs. He continued to move his lips down her body, lowering her arm. She was his. There was no debating it, and he was determined to prove it to her. They were married, she was his wife, and if possible they would have a child so that he could further cement their bond together. He was filled with a terrible desperation, and he wanted to blot out every thought from her mind, any of her doubts, so that all she had left was desire for him.
But if Luke was trying to dominate her, he failed miserably. He was consumed with this dangerous passion so that there was no denying that he was lost. The small part of his mind that was still capable of rational thought chided him for his lack of control. But it wasn't enough, not nearly strong enough to stop him.
Mara didn't protest however. Instead, she seemed to encourage him, pulling at his clothing, making small whimpering sounds deep in her throat. They clutched at each other in a frenzy, drunk on desire. He was intoxicated by her.
She pulled away from him, causing Luke to stumbled back. He braced himself against the wall with one arm and gulped for air. He watched her for her reaction, wondering if she was turning away from him, rejecting him. His Force sense was a jumble, clouded by his overriding desire for his bride. He took a long, ragged breath in an attempt to steady himself.
"Gods Mara." He exclaimed as he rubbed his hand over his eyes. "I didn't plan our night like this. . .".
Mara regarded him through heavily lidded eyes and interrupted, "Before we go on, I have to tell you, that it's highly unlikely that I'll become pregnant at this point in my cycle."
He lowered his hand and he met her gaze. His pupils were so large his eyes appeared black, "I don't give a damn about a child. I just want you."
Mara's widened fractionally and then she nodded. She reached for the fastening at the back of her dress, and the fabric dropped away. He caught his breath as he saw her standing dressed in a confection of tantalizing lingerie. She was beautiful, even more so if that was possible, now that he could see her female form.
Luke moved forward and Mara held up a hand halting him. She smiled guardedly and said, "You act as if you haven't seen me in weeks."
He groaned and slumped back against the wall closing his eyes. "I guess I deserved that one."
She slowly removed her shoes and slipped out of the rest of her clothing. Luke was surprised to feel her move against him, slowly undoing the button at his neck. His eyes widened when he realized that Mara was standing there without any clothing, her glorious red hair spiraling free. "We can save the explanation until later. Right now, I have other priorities."
He straightened from the wall, his body demanding release. He quickly shrugged out of his clothing. Luke's gaze traveled the length of her marveling at her beauty, wondering how he would ever deserve her.
Mara was doing a similar perusal. There was so much smooth, tanned skin to explore. The way his muscles rippled as he moved. Her eyes grew wide when her gaze dropped below his waist, suddenly feeling a bit intimidated. She allowed her hair to fall like a curtain over her face, obscuring her momentary shyness. Mara Jade was never shy. It was a sign of weakness that she would not tolerate in herself.
There was no denying the way her body was shaking, her legs going weak. She glanced up and met Luke's gaze brazenly and he pulled her up against him. They were both on fire and there was no room for finesse. He pulled her leg up around his waist, pushing her back against the wall. His hands held her buttocks firmly against him. She latched her arms around her neck and gasped as their bodies joined. They stilled, Luke's forehead dropped to rest on the wall just above Mara's shoulder. His eyes were tightly closed and beads of sweat glistened on his brow. Mara moved her face and began to kiss him, his jaw line at first and then he turned in to her so that their lips met.
He began to move, slowly and deeply. Their tongues mimicked the movements of their bodies, with each thrust Mara took an involuntary gasp overwhelmed by the incredible sensations that tingled through her. The feel of him deep inside her was incredibly satisfying and yet she needed so much more. They pulled their mouths apart and opened their eyes, watching the play of emotions on their faces.
She clutched at his shoulders, digging her fingernails deeply into his skin. Luke understood and shifted his rhythm slightly, bracing one hand against the wall so that it would support them and cushion her head against impact as they continued to sink into each other. She used her arms around his neck as a lever so that she pushed up to meet him. Their breathing rasped in unison, the most beautiful song she had ever heard.
The friction of their bodies caused her to feel all the blood drain from her head. She giggled a little and when Luke paused she explained, "I'm getting light headed."
He smiled and kissed her happily, and then all speech became impossible. Mara began to thrash her head back and forth. Luke groaned. He maneuvered them to the ground so that he could use gravity to work with them, their bodies shivering with sensation, striving together for that point of bliss. She could feel the moment the pleasure became so intense that she wanted to hold on to it, cherish it for as long as she could. She cried out, feeling it wash over her, wanting it to never end, saying incoherent words like 'please' and 'Luke" and 'Force' over and over.
She shuddered uncontrollably, and Luke convulsed with her, clutching her to him as he cried out in release. Luke rained a series of soft kisses along her face, easing himself off of her. He pulled her upright, into his arms, so that they were seated on the floor of the entryway, slowly rocking together. It was as if they had been moving for so long, that they were unable to suddenly go still.
Luke chuckled softly and Mara pulled back, brushing a damp strand of hair out of her face so that she could see him. "What is it?" she asked.
"We never even made it out of the doorway." He said.
She grimaced teasingly and pretended to be angry with him, "Many credits were spent on this room, I think its only right that we use the bed at some point."
"You do? Do you?" he asked. Pulling her to her feet, and caught her when she swayed.
He scooped her up into his arms and carried toward the bed, he had to turn around at one point because the suite was so large that he had ended up in the kitchen. He eyed the wide kitchen table appreciatively, and at Mara's look he said, "You're sure?"
"Maybe next time. For now, I want a cushion at my back."
Luke looked instantly contrite, and Mara laughed, "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find a way to make it up to me."
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!
This part is Rated R for sexual situations. Please don't read if this offends you.
Part Six
Leia had arranged a last minute bridal shower for Mara at her residence. Most of the guests were really friends of Leia's, since she wasn't aware if Mara had any female friends of her own. Mara received plenty of gifts, most of which involved sexy lingerie. Leia found the entire affair amusing, knowing full well that Mara was uncomfortable the whole while. She really did like this woman; she could be dignified even while the others were urging her to pose with a sparkling negligee.
Leia finally took pity on her and made sure the festivities ended fairly quickly and promised to write all her thank you notes in an attempt to placate her. Mara's mind was not on the party but the fact that the next day was the wedding, and she hadn't seen Skywalker for almost six weeks. Mara swore to herself and after Leia's inquiry finally confessed this fact. Her future sister-in-law was shocked at this news.
"You haven't seen or talked to Luke since he went away?"
"He's sent me a weekly holorecording."
"I know you're going to marry him but that is ridiculous. No wonder none of his other relationships worked if he treated his girlfriends like that."
Mara was edgy and she said to Leia, "If I don't see your brother some time tonight, I swear, I'm not going to marry him."
Leia understood, and she was concerned at this knowledge, wondering if her brother was having second thoughts. She knew the moment he left the planet, that something was wrong, but had decided that the stress of the wedding planning had driven him to seek an escape. That he had left Mara behind, had disturbed her, but she had believed this to be a mutual arrangement because of Mara's need to finish her job for Karrde. Now that she knew this wasn't true, she was deeply concerned for this couple's happiness.
"Han told me that he saw him when he landed yesterday."
"I know," she murmured. "He sent me some flowers." Mara smiled somewhat wistfully, unaware of how revealing her expression was.
"Well, at least that's something." Leia conceded. She was so in love with Luke. For the first few weeks Leia hadn't quite believed that his relationship was real, but Mara without Luke showed how much the red-headed woman did care for her brother. "I wonder what's happened."
"I don't know, but I intend to find out." Mara stood up.
Leia said, "Let me know if you have trouble finding him. Just say the word and I'll get security to be on the look out for him."
"Isn't that an abuse of your power?" Mara asked dryly.
"Yeah, but if I can't ever employ it, what's the use?" Leia answered.
"You know, that's a really good point." Mara agreed with a smile. She went to the front door and then turned to face Leia, "Thanks, Leia. You've been a great friend."
The dark haired woman smiled warmly and said, "Good luck."
*********
Mara slipped through Skywalker's window again, realizing that this was becoming a habit. First she had called here and when he hadn't answered, she had gone down to the landing bay and saw that he wasn't with his X- wing. She hadn't really expected him to be there, but just seeing the ship was a comfort. Mara felt the frustration burn inside of her, and she knew she was fatigued by the stress of the coming day and the doubt that assailed her. Was marrying the Jedi the right thing to do?
It was early evening. Night had fallen and his apartment was dark, lit only by the city lights shinning through the window. She felt like crying. She was so tired, so uneasy, so frustrated, and yes, hurt as well.
She reached out to Skywalker through the Force and was surprised at how quickly she reached him. *Luke?*
He was momentarily startled by the use of his first name, *Mara? Where are you? I've been waiting all day at your apartment.*
Mara felt a rush of relief and somehow this knowledge only made her want to weep more. *I'm sitting in the dark in your apartment.* All this time she had been searching for him and all she had to do was go home. When she thought about it, she realized that she hadn't been home all day. She had gone shopping, arranged a final fitting of her dress, and attended the bridal shower at the Solo's. And why, she wondered hadn't she thought to contact Skywalker through the Force? Then she realized that in her stressed state of mind, she had thrown up a barrier that even the Jedi would have found impossible to breach.
After a brief hesitation Luke's voice asked, *Have you been crying?*
*Of course not,* she mentally sobbed.
*Stay there. I'm on my way.*
Knowing that she had some time before the Jedi arrived, she allowed herself the luxury of tears. Mara thought that the release might clear her system so that when Skywalker arrived she could present herself as cool and collected. He would have no idea what missing his presence had done to her, how she had yearned for him desperately, and she had felt his absence as a kind of rejection. Mara couldn't tell him these things, it would go against their arrangement.
Mara stretched out on the couch, burying her face in her arm, and promptly fell asleep.
Luke had feared that Han had been right and Mara had abandoned the notion of their marriage and had disappeared. He thought it was unlikely that she would leave her ship behind, but not impossible. Whenever Luke had tried to reach out to her through the Force, it was as if she wasn't there. It was a truly awful feeling, and he helplessly waited, knowing that if she intended to marry him, she would return at some point to her apartment, so he remained.
When he had felt her seeking mind, Luke had latched on to the Force tendril eagerly. Her sorrow hit him immediately, and knowing that he was the cause of her pain struck him to the core. He rushed back to his apartment, almost breaking some of the laws of physics to get there sooner than it should be possible to do so.
When he entered his apartment he found her deep in slumber her face turned away. Luke crossed the room quickly and gathered the sleeping woman in to his arms. He could see the tears, still damp on her cheeks, and he felt his heart constrict painfully.
"Oh Mara. I'm so sorry." he groaned, distressed at the sight of the tears on her soft skin. He knew all this was his fault. He'd never seen Mara cry.
Luke tucked her head under his chin and arranged their bodies so that he lay back in the couch with her sleeping body pressed up against him, her head lying on his chest. He brushed the hair away from her eyes, a few hairs clinging to her damp eyelashes. There were dark smudges under her closed lids, her face was pale, and he thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Luke hugged her against him, burying his nose in her hair, and inhaling the intoxicating scent of her. He never wanted to let her go. It was at that moment that Luke Skywalker knew that he was in love with Mara Jade. He hadn't set out with that intent, but it was beyond his control.
*********
Sometime during the night, Mara awoke to find her face pressed against Skywalker's neck. She didn't move, just slowly opened her eyes until she could make out the outline of his face in the dark. Mara marveled that he was here with her, and she was in his arms. He had been gone for so long and a part of her had had wondered if she would ever see him again.
His breathing was even and she knew he was deeply asleep. The feel of his strong arm around her made her close her eyes and revel in this closeness. For the first time since he had left her, she felt at peace. Her mouth was so close to his skin. Mara moved incrementally closer and pressed her lips ever so gently against his pulse. She felt his pulse leap and wondering if it was just her imagination, or if he was aware on some level of what she had just done.
Curious now, she pressed her lips against his neck again, this time allowing her tongue the slightest taste of his skin. The little tastes became more numerous until the pleasure became too much. She was no longer aware of whether or not his pulse was affected by what she was doing, her own heart was making it too difficult to discern another beat. Her hands began to crumple the cloth at his chest, gripping it convulsively as she ran her tongue down the length of his neck. The taste of him, the smell, the feel, all her senses had gone wild and begged for more.
Luke groaned and she froze, "Don't stop," he said in a dark voice, barely recognizable it was so husky.
Mara pulled away, too embarrassed to continue, appalled at being discovered. Luke gripped her, holding her still, not allowing her to slide off his body.
"I didn't mean . I wasn't thinking .. .I'm sorry." Mara babbled.
"Shhh." Luke said, pulling her back against him, holding her fiercely. He didn't care that his body was on fire and it was taking ever modicum of his control to restrain himself. All that mattered was that Mara was in his arms, and she wanted him. She might not love him, but he knew that she desired him and that was as good a beginning as any.
"It's late. We have a busy day tomorrow. I think we should go to bed."
"But . . but I thought you said.. . ."
He ran his hand over her tangled red-gold curls. "To sleep, Mara. We'll work everything else out later."
Mara nodded and she didn't protest when he scooped her up in his arms and laid her on his bed. She kicked off her shoes and he pulled off his shoes and shirt, climbing in beside her. He pulled her up against him and the emotional turmoil made what should have been impossible happen. They slept.
*********
Mara was having the most incredible dream. She was splayed across a firm masculine body, warm lips brushing across her own. She gasped when she felt a hand brush across the skin of her stomach, the crisp hairs of a muscled leg brushing against her own. Mara gave into the sensations, moaned in disappointment when the presence pulled away.
Her eyes flew open to see Luke standing beside the bed, grinning like a little boy. Her gaze had little time to admire his fine bare chest before Luke pulled her from the bed. Mara had to rely on him for support, still half asleep. And then he kissed her. She could sense his eagerness and his pleasure, but she knew that he wasn't intent on making love with her.
She clutched at him, and he said, "Come on, sleepyhead. We have a wedding to attend."
His words were as effective as a laser bolt. Mara's eyes flew open and she felt a momentary panic. "What time is it?"
"Relax, we still have a couple hours."
Mara moaned in distress. "I've got to go." She hurried from the room, grabbed her shoes, and without stopping to put them on, made her way to the door.
"Wait, Mara?!" Luke stood in front of the door, blocking the exit. "We have to talk."
"Not now, Skywalker. We'll have to talk after the ceremony." Mara pushed her way past the Jedi and went out the door.
Luke slumped against the closed door. He closed his eyes realizing that there were so many things that they needed to work out. He regretted his long absence, but he resolved to make it up to her. Luke didn't even know where they would live after the ceremony. Hell, they hadn't even discussed where they would go for their honeymoon. But none of that mattered. Today he was going to marry Mara Jade. She was going to be his, and Luke was determined that he would make Mara fall in love with him.
*********
Leia had been waiting at Mara's apartment a concerned look on her face. When Mara had admitted to staying the night at Luke's apartment, the tension seeped away from Leia's features. While Mara was in the fresher, Leia retrieved the wedding dress. She then assisted Mara in dressing, despite the red head's numerous protestations. An hour later, Mara was regarding herself in a mirror, hardly recognizing herself.
Leia had arranged Mara's hair in a soft upswept style that transformed her features. With tastefully applied cosmetics and the figure-hugging green dress, Mara was absolutely gorgeous. Leia regarded her speechlessly and Mara smiled with uncharacteristic shyness.
"You think he'll like it?" Mara asked Leia, unable to hide the slight tremble in her hands as she brushed her smooth skirt down in a nervous gesture.
"I think it's a good thing that he's a Jedi, because I think it's the only way he's going to be successful in fighting off every man that catches a glimpse of you."
Mara scowled, unwilling to accept such praise, but Leia's words did serve to help banish her attack of nerves.
She could sense Talon Karrde's approach a moment before the bell announced his arrival.
Mara opened the door, and Talon gaped at her. "Wow!"
"Now I believe you, Leia." She turned to Karrde, "I must look pretty good to get that kind of reaction from the usually unflappable Talon Karrde."
"You look positively stunning."
He turned to greet Organa-Solo, but even before he could open his mouth, Leia supplied, "Please, Talon, call me Leia."
He nodded, "Leia, you look quite beautiful yourself."
Leia smiled at the compliment and answered, "That's not necessary, but thank you."
"But true none the less. Are you ready to go, Mara?" Karrde asked.
Mara nodded. "Just a minute. I'd like to give both of you something first."
She went to retrieve two shiny boxes, and presented one to each of them. Talon and Leia glanced curiously at Mara and then at each other.
"After you." Talon gestured to Leia.
Leia opened the box and gasped in surprise. There was a simple necklace with a gold pendant. Leia glanced closely at the pendant to see that it was an Alderaanian friendship token. It was an old, almost forgotten Alderranian tradition to give a close friend such a token. Usually, they were exchanged in pairs, but the intent was there and Leia felt her emotions swell. Tears gathered in her eyes and she threw her arms around Mara in a hug, "I haven't seen one of these in years."
Talon Karrde smiled and then he opened his box. Nestled in black velvet was a pair of white firecrystal cufflinks and a single matching earring. He glanced curiously at Mara and smiled, "They're beautiful" a slight question in his voice.
Mara removed the earring and handed it to him. Talon put it into his ear and Mara took a cufflink and whispered something into it.
Talon laughed heartily.
Mara explained to Leia, "It's a two way communication device designed to go undetected by standard sensor sweeps."
Leia smiled and said, "Now I know not to accept a gift of cuff links."
"You think I'd give these little babies away?" Talon smiled. He turned to Mara and said, "I have something for you as well. You don't have to use it tonight, if you already have other plans."
He handed her a piece of flimsy. Mara inspected the formal scroll and recognized it as a paid reservation for the Honeymoon suite at the Grande Hotel.
She smiled and asked, "How did you ever manage that so quickly?"
"A bribe here, a threat there . . ." Talon said jokingly.
"Thank you."
Leia said, "I'm planning on giving you a gift after you return from your honeymoon." She glanced at the time and said, "You had better get going, that is if you still intend to marry my brother." Then she added as an after thought, "I'll make sure that everything is delivered."
Mara nodded and left with Talon Karrde.
*********
Luke could not concentrate on the events occurring around him, instead his focus was on the Force tendril that connected him to Mara Jade. There was a small crowd gathered in the meditation garden. The multicolored hues lending an air of fantasy to the entire proceeding. Chairs had been placed in rows in among the low flowering plants, creating a pathway up the center. Somehow, the chamber was large enough to accommodate the participants and still managed to maintain an atmosphere of intimacy.
Luke took it all in, committing it to memory. Leia Organa Solo was seated in the front row beside Jaina, Jacen, and Anakin Solo. Chewbacca made a soft noise of contentment, his brown fur gleaming. The command crew from the Wild Karrde was seated together on the other side, Ghent distracted by something, and Page blending in so that he was almost overlooked.
Tionne smiled softly, and Lando Callrisian watched intently for the bride to be. Mirax Horn sat beside the members of Rogue Squadron that were able to make it. Wedge Antilles smiled broadly as he met Luke's wandering gaze.
Talon Karrde stood opposite Luke Skywalker and Han Solo. Corran Horn was to officiate the ceremony and just as he was just about to give the Jedi Master a mild rebuke for his lack of concentration a ripple spread through the crowd.
Mara Jade stepped down the center aisle, and began to walk gracefully towards the waiting Jedi.
Luke felt as if he had lost the ability to swallow.
Han Solo gave a small, low whistle, and Luke knew he was the only one who could hear him, "Don't forget to breathe, kid." Solo whispered
The Jedi wanted to ask the former smuggler how he had known that his breath was arrested in his chest, but he couldn't spare him the effort it would take to speak. Mara Jade had always been beautiful, but right now she was spectacular, and she only had eyes for Luke.
C3P0 sat towards the back and exclaimed, "Artoo Deetoo, it's about time that you came, the guests have been waiting an interminably long time for you to arrive."
The small astromech droid trailed behind Mara and he turned his main sensor array away from the protocol droid in an obvious sign of irritation.
Mara was enraptured by the image Luke presented as he waited at the end of the aisle for her. He was dressed in a dark suit, not a Jedi robe, but it's cut immediately brought that to mind. His hair was neatly combed away from his face, and his eyes shone with the most brilliant blue light. She could sense that her appearance had stunned him, and she felt a wave of satisfaction knowing that he found her attractive.
*This is your last chance to back out, Jedi.* Mara's voice drifted into Luke's mind.
*Not a chance, Jade.* Luke responded heatedly.
Later both Skywalker and Jade would have to rely on other's accounts of the ceremony and how touching Horn's words were, the beauty of the setting. Both were oblivious to everything but each other. Han had to nudge Luke to take the ring from Artoo. Luke slid the gold band on to Mara's finger. Mara told herself that she could examine the simple design when she wasn't standing in front of a crowd of people.
She took Luke's hand and slipped a matching, but larger ring onto his hand. And for the first time, Luke was grateful that his left hand was not the one he lost. Being right handed had made it more difficult to adjust to the prostheses, but at this moment, he was eminently grateful that it had worked out the way it did. He clenched his hand into a fist, enjoying the feeling of the ring digging into his flesh. He wanted to meld it into his skin, to become a part of him, just like he wanted to become one with Mara Jade.
Luke's voice was resolute when he responded to Corran Horn's prompting, "I do."
Mara met his gaze as she repeated the words with only the slightest tremor, "I do."
Just then, the sunlight arched overhead hitting the complex design exactly in the center. The colors combined into a brilliant, pure, vibrant, white light that shone down on the gathering. There was a collective gasp and then Luke heard Corran give permission to kiss his bride. The Jedi gathered Mara up against him and claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. They swayed together for a moment, and then they pulled apart as the light began to shift into its individual colors again.
The crowd stood as one, and the newlywed couple walked back down the aisle hand in hand.
*********
The reception was held in a room at the Grande Hotel. Mara decided to suspend doubts about her future with Skywalker for the rest of the evening. For one day, she would relax and try to enjoy the time spent in Skywalker's arms. Mara would allow herself to believe that the Jedi cared for her and she would permit herself to act on her impulses to touch him, giving herself free reign to do the things she wanted. She knew he cared for her in a certain way - she just hoped it was enough.
After all, they had parts to play and the wedding was their biggest show.
She was careful, however, to maintain her shields and to guard her emotions. The feel of the Jedi, the way his kisses made her head swim and her blood sing could easily confuse her. It could make her believe that she just might have deeper feelings for Skywalker. But she knew that it was nothing more than a healthy lust. Mara was looking forward to indulging her physical craving for the Jedi, and would be careful to make sure that she didn't fall into the trap of allowing her heart to feel something more.
Mara knew that if she fell in love with Skywalker, she would cause herself great pain. Love was too agonizing; she only had to look at the Jedi for an example of that. Callista. She had been there, and he had never once looked in her direction. She knew where she really stood in his heart. This was a marriage of convenience, and she would be wise to not forget this arrangement.
She leaned into Skywalker, as they danced. She looked up into his eyes and he smiled down at her. By the Maker, he felt good. Mara said, "Talon Karrde gave us a wedding present early."
Luke waited for her to continue, "It's the Honeymoon suite at this hotel."
His smile broadened and he asked, "Does that mean that you're ready to leave now?"
Mara suddenly felt vulnerable and uncertain. Luke sensed this up swell of emotion leak past her shields and he smiled gently. He bent his head to kiss her and the passion immediately sprang to life between them like a living thing. All her hesitation evaporated.
When he pulled back Mara agreed, "Let's go."
No one seemed surprised to find that the couple had disappeared, and the party continued without them long into the night.
Mara was vaguely surprised that Luke kept her hand in his even after the lift doors closed and there was no one to see them. She was glad of his constant contact, because as long as her hand was in his, her doubt was muted. She didn't want to question the wisdom of their decision, not tonight.
She didn't honestly wish that she were here with any other man, but Mara didn't know for certain if it might have been better to maintain their friendship as it had been. This arrangement could prove disastrous over the long run. She pulled her hand from Luke's grasp and glanced at him through her lashes.
She then asked without preamble, "Are you certain that we're doing the right thing?"
Something flashed in his eyes that momentarily laid her fears to rest. "We're going to be a happy family. I can feel it."
His answer made her stiffen her back and Luke silently cursed himself at his inadvertent reminder of their decision to have a child together. He wished that he could tell her that he loved her, but her fears about unrequited love came back to haunt him. Unrequited love. That's exactly what he felt. She had been right to fear that he would fall in love with her. How could he not? She was absolutely beautiful. She shone in his heart and through the Force, but Mara didn't want the entanglements and the complications that his feeling would bring.
The lift doors opened and Mara said, "This is our floor."
Mara led the way, and with each step she took, Luke felt her drifting further away from him. He felt the gulf between them continue to expand, causing him to feel a hopeless misery.
Mara produced a key card and unlocked the door. The moment the doors hissed open, something inside of him snapped. Decorum be damned, Luke scooped Mara into his arms. Mara gave a little yelp of surprise, but quickly subsided against him. He had planned to talk with her and come to an understanding. Then he thought he would seduce her gently, but all of that was gone in an instant. He was beyond caring. Luke's despair gave him a desperate edge.
He walked with a steady, determined stride into the room. Luke hauled her to him, pressing her against his chest, and dragged her back against the wall. He took her hand in a fierce grip and pulled her arm above her head. The door slid shut behind them, but neither of them noticed. He kissed her with a fierce unbidden passion, trying to brand her. Mara wanted to protest, shocked at his actions. What the hell had happened to the placid Jedi Master?
He pulled back and struggled momentarily for control. Luke's stormy blue eyes searched her brilliant green gaze. His blond hair had fallen down across his forehead. His face was flushed, and his lips set in a determined line. Luke wanted to say something, anything that would put her at ease. He wanted to sooth her, to deny this terrible aching need, but it was beyond him.
Mara smiled slightly and that was all the permission he needed to continue his onslaught. Luke's mouth locked onto her own, his tongue thrusting deeply within her mouth. Mara moaned a long low moan in her throat, that only served to fuel the Jedi further. She was shocked and more than a little thrilled by the unexpected display of passion, this complete loss of control. No matter how she tried to picture this night with him, if she went through a million scenarios, she never would have come up with this.
Luke pulled his mouth away to draw breath into his burning lungs. He continued to move his lips down her body, lowering her arm. She was his. There was no debating it, and he was determined to prove it to her. They were married, she was his wife, and if possible they would have a child so that he could further cement their bond together. He was filled with a terrible desperation, and he wanted to blot out every thought from her mind, any of her doubts, so that all she had left was desire for him.
But if Luke was trying to dominate her, he failed miserably. He was consumed with this dangerous passion so that there was no denying that he was lost. The small part of his mind that was still capable of rational thought chided him for his lack of control. But it wasn't enough, not nearly strong enough to stop him.
Mara didn't protest however. Instead, she seemed to encourage him, pulling at his clothing, making small whimpering sounds deep in her throat. They clutched at each other in a frenzy, drunk on desire. He was intoxicated by her.
She pulled away from him, causing Luke to stumbled back. He braced himself against the wall with one arm and gulped for air. He watched her for her reaction, wondering if she was turning away from him, rejecting him. His Force sense was a jumble, clouded by his overriding desire for his bride. He took a long, ragged breath in an attempt to steady himself.
"Gods Mara." He exclaimed as he rubbed his hand over his eyes. "I didn't plan our night like this. . .".
Mara regarded him through heavily lidded eyes and interrupted, "Before we go on, I have to tell you, that it's highly unlikely that I'll become pregnant at this point in my cycle."
He lowered his hand and he met her gaze. His pupils were so large his eyes appeared black, "I don't give a damn about a child. I just want you."
Mara's widened fractionally and then she nodded. She reached for the fastening at the back of her dress, and the fabric dropped away. He caught his breath as he saw her standing dressed in a confection of tantalizing lingerie. She was beautiful, even more so if that was possible, now that he could see her female form.
Luke moved forward and Mara held up a hand halting him. She smiled guardedly and said, "You act as if you haven't seen me in weeks."
He groaned and slumped back against the wall closing his eyes. "I guess I deserved that one."
She slowly removed her shoes and slipped out of the rest of her clothing. Luke was surprised to feel her move against him, slowly undoing the button at his neck. His eyes widened when he realized that Mara was standing there without any clothing, her glorious red hair spiraling free. "We can save the explanation until later. Right now, I have other priorities."
He straightened from the wall, his body demanding release. He quickly shrugged out of his clothing. Luke's gaze traveled the length of her marveling at her beauty, wondering how he would ever deserve her.
Mara was doing a similar perusal. There was so much smooth, tanned skin to explore. The way his muscles rippled as he moved. Her eyes grew wide when her gaze dropped below his waist, suddenly feeling a bit intimidated. She allowed her hair to fall like a curtain over her face, obscuring her momentary shyness. Mara Jade was never shy. It was a sign of weakness that she would not tolerate in herself.
There was no denying the way her body was shaking, her legs going weak. She glanced up and met Luke's gaze brazenly and he pulled her up against him. They were both on fire and there was no room for finesse. He pulled her leg up around his waist, pushing her back against the wall. His hands held her buttocks firmly against him. She latched her arms around her neck and gasped as their bodies joined. They stilled, Luke's forehead dropped to rest on the wall just above Mara's shoulder. His eyes were tightly closed and beads of sweat glistened on his brow. Mara moved her face and began to kiss him, his jaw line at first and then he turned in to her so that their lips met.
He began to move, slowly and deeply. Their tongues mimicked the movements of their bodies, with each thrust Mara took an involuntary gasp overwhelmed by the incredible sensations that tingled through her. The feel of him deep inside her was incredibly satisfying and yet she needed so much more. They pulled their mouths apart and opened their eyes, watching the play of emotions on their faces.
She clutched at his shoulders, digging her fingernails deeply into his skin. Luke understood and shifted his rhythm slightly, bracing one hand against the wall so that it would support them and cushion her head against impact as they continued to sink into each other. She used her arms around his neck as a lever so that she pushed up to meet him. Their breathing rasped in unison, the most beautiful song she had ever heard.
The friction of their bodies caused her to feel all the blood drain from her head. She giggled a little and when Luke paused she explained, "I'm getting light headed."
He smiled and kissed her happily, and then all speech became impossible. Mara began to thrash her head back and forth. Luke groaned. He maneuvered them to the ground so that he could use gravity to work with them, their bodies shivering with sensation, striving together for that point of bliss. She could feel the moment the pleasure became so intense that she wanted to hold on to it, cherish it for as long as she could. She cried out, feeling it wash over her, wanting it to never end, saying incoherent words like 'please' and 'Luke" and 'Force' over and over.
She shuddered uncontrollably, and Luke convulsed with her, clutching her to him as he cried out in release. Luke rained a series of soft kisses along her face, easing himself off of her. He pulled her upright, into his arms, so that they were seated on the floor of the entryway, slowly rocking together. It was as if they had been moving for so long, that they were unable to suddenly go still.
Luke chuckled softly and Mara pulled back, brushing a damp strand of hair out of her face so that she could see him. "What is it?" she asked.
"We never even made it out of the doorway." He said.
She grimaced teasingly and pretended to be angry with him, "Many credits were spent on this room, I think its only right that we use the bed at some point."
"You do? Do you?" he asked. Pulling her to her feet, and caught her when she swayed.
He scooped her up into his arms and carried toward the bed, he had to turn around at one point because the suite was so large that he had ended up in the kitchen. He eyed the wide kitchen table appreciatively, and at Mara's look he said, "You're sure?"
"Maybe next time. For now, I want a cushion at my back."
Luke looked instantly contrite, and Mara laughed, "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find a way to make it up to me."