Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars; all rights belong to the genius we know as George Lucas. Mara Jade is the creation of another genius named Timothy Zahn, while Callista Ming was created by Barbra Hambly another gifted individual. I'm just borrowing. I'm not making any type of profit off this story, I'm writing for my own enjoyment and hopefully to the enjoyment of others.

Author's Notes: I hope none of the characters seem to OOC, but then again, it's a wedding reception. I suppose some OOC behavior is expected.

One Week Ago - Coruscant

Mara knew she probably had the most idiotic grin on her face, but she couldn't help it. It was official, she was the wife of Luke Skywalker; she, the one time Imperial assassin, had married one of the biggest heroes of the New Republic, and she was happy. The wedding was finally over, which meant she no longer had to worry about some lunatic trying to spoil her day, though the deranged Moff came pretty close. The man should be grateful that she was in a good mood, otherwise, who knows what condition the guards would have found him tomorrow morning.

Mara's eyes scanned the room looking for her husband's face. Husband, I could get use to saying that. She thought as she found him on the dance floor with his sister. As if he could sense her thoughts, he turned his head to give her a smile, which made her happier, something she didn't think was possible at the moment.

"You're good for him, you know that?" A voice coming from her side told her. Turning she came face to face with Han Solo, ex-smuggler, general and now, her brother-in-law. Something else to get use to, being part of a family. "Care to dance, sis?" Han asked her. Normally, he knew he'd never get away from calling her that without some type of payback. However, he was banking on the fact that she was too happy to care, and he was right.

"Sure," she flashed him a teasing smile, "bro." Taking his outstretched hand, they made their way to the floor.

As they moved to the music, Han surprised her with his next remark, "Thanks."

"I don't understand," the puzzled red head responded.

"For making him happy. Leia and I were beginning to think that Luke would always be alone. I mean lets face it; the kid doesn't have the greatest record. I'm glad you proved us wrong."

"You know me Solo, I live to prove all of you wrong," her tone lightly sardonic but mostly good-natured.

"Can't loose that edge for a moment can you?"

She gave him another brilliant smile, "Nope."

"Well, take good care of him; now that he has you, hopefully he won't get into as much trouble. Though I suppose that may be asking for too much."

"Oh, I do intend to make sure the man doesn't do anything too stupid."

"Good," his eyes became serious. "He deserves to be happy."

"I won't hurt him," Mara told him, "I'm not like her, Solo."

"I know," then the humor came back "'sides, we all know what would happen if you did hurt him."

"You mean Leia and you?"

"And Chewie, and Jacen, and Jaina, and Artoo, and Lando, and the Rogue Squadron, and the other Jedi Knights, heck, I think even some of the Noghri would feel duty bound to do something considering he's the son of Vader and all."

"And to think I use to believe that I could just kill him and get away with it." Their eyes met, and the pair started to laugh.

Luke Skywalker heard the sound of his wife's laughter and turned to see what she found so humorous. He was surprised to find her laughing with Han about something as they danced. Apparently, Leia also saw the two of them together since she shared his slightly confounded expression. "I wonder what's so amusing." Luke shrugged and continued to admire Mara's elegance on the dance floor. He rarely got to see Mara in a formal setting such as this and the fact that it was their wedding reception made the experience seem more surreal.

Leia smiled at her brother's unabashed admiration towards his wife. She leaned over to give him a small kiss on the cheek. It brought him out of his reverie as he gave her a puzzled glance. "I'm happy for you. I didn't think I would ever see the day when this would happen." She admitted to him.

"Which, getting married, or being with Mara?"

"Both," she conceded. "It was a bit of a shock when the two of you announced that you were getting married, but after thinking about it and seeing the two of you together, I can't imagine you being with anyone else. She makes you happy, and that's good enough for me. Now if she could just keep you from getting into too much trouble."

"Leia..."

"Not that I need a reason to see my brother; I just rather it's not because you're in another bacta tank, or because Han had to take the Falcon over to some obscure part of the galaxy to get you away from some mad Jedi clone."

"Anything else, dear sister of mine?"

"Han told me your choice for the honeymoon," she responded slyly. "I approve."

"Glad to have my sister's approval over that one, anything else?"

She pretended to think, "No, although I may be asking if I should be expecting a nephew or niece when the two of you get back." Luke's eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. Leia giggled at her twin's reaction, you could take the farm boy out of the farm, make him into a fighter pilot, then into a Jedi Master, send him around the galaxy, but you couldn't take the farm out of the boy. "You're whisking your wife to a private leisure planet; you're probably going be alone most of the time, if you think I'm bad, imagine how the others are going to be." She reminded him. He groaned because he realized that she was right.

Sensing her husband's discomfort, Mara turned to see if he was all right. Luke caught her eyes and through the Force sent her reassurances that Leia was only teasing him. Mara's expression changed from being slightly concerned to highly amused as she sensed part of the reason for his embarrassment. She gave her husband a flirtatious wink and the thought that they may have an affirmative answer to Leia's question when they got back, before turning her attention back towards her dance partner. Leia saw the whole exchange between the two lovers and giggled again when she saw Luke's face become redder.

"Mara Jade openly flirting with my brother, who would have thought it possible?"

"We're not flirting." He protested.

Leia shot him an "Are you joking?" look before settling into a soft smile, "It's nice seeing you like this, I don't think you were so at ease when you were together with..." she trailed off before finishing.

"It's all right, Leia. That was the past; this is my future, and you're right. My relationship with Mara is different." He smiled before continuing softly, "It's better."

Hours later, Mara and Luke finally came to his apartment in Coruscant. They were coming to the door, when Luke suddenly grabbed his wife by the waist and lifted her into his arms. His actions caught his bride by surprise, "Tradition," he explained as he carried her over the threshold then gave her a passionate kiss.

"And since when did we become a traditional couple?" She murmured.

He grinned at her, "I figured I'd give it a shot." Then he looked around their surroundings, "I must admit, I am surprised that someone isn't bursting in here announcing that they're here to kill us." Artoo warbled an agreement before jacking himself into a recharging unit outside of the bedroom door.

"Don't even joke about that, not here, not tonight." Then a slightly wicked gleam came into her eyes, "Speaking of traditions, isn't there one about the groom helping the bride out of her dress?"

Luke raised an eyebrow at her words, "Why Jedi Skywalker, are you trying to seduce me?"

"Not at all, Skywalker, just pointing out one of the perks of being married." She told him as she began to tug at his shirt. "And don't forget, it's Jade Skywalker."

"Never," he deadpanned as he carried her towards the bedroom. Just as Artoo was about to power down for the night, Luke's voice came out of the room, "Artoo, send a message to Han and tell him that Mara and I might be late tomorrow." Artoo heard Mara laughing in the background before the door closed.

"I don't understand why you won't tell me where we're going."

"It's a surprise, Mara."

"I hate surprises, and you know that, Luke."

He tried to act innocent. "Don't you trust me?"

"Not when you're looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

Mara gave her husband a slight smirk as the two of them started to board the Millennium Falcon, "Like you're just a naïve farm boy."

"Hey, according to your very own words, I am naïve." He countered.

She grudgingly admitted the fact to him, but decided to switch tactics, "Well, how am I suppose to know that I packed correctly?"

"Leia and the other girls packed for you."

Shavit, I was hoping he wouldn't remember that detail, hmmm, I wonder which would work better, pouting or giving him the big sad eyes routine?

"Neither, so stop trying to get me to tell you where we're going," His ice blue eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Stay out of my head, Skywalker." She growled, more irritated that she couldn't get him to reveal the location of their honeymoon instead of his probe of her mind.

Han Solo grinned as he started to power up his ship. Then Chewbacca howled something. "What do you mean just like Leia and me? We're nothing like them." The Wookie grunted out an response. "Are you kidding? We're much cuter than those two."