He was fighting a losing battle.

He always seemed to be, whenever it came to her.

He saw her hiss like an angry, confined cat when he had cornered her with no way out of it.

"Mara, just listen to me for a minute! I'm not trying to hurt you! I'm trying to help you!" he exclaimed, running a shaky hand through his hair.

"By what, plaguing me with questions as soon as I get here, not even an hour after I've landed on this forsaken planet!" she heatedly replied, pointing out into the sunset horizon. It was a beautiful planet, really. The air was always fresh as you breathe in. The forests and woods were excellent for the Jedi training exercises Luke was so dedicated to.

"I know you like the planet, Mara. It gives you the same type of inner peace as it does for me," he said, stepping close to her, inching his way softly. One had to learn never to anger Mara Jade unless extremely necessary. She glared at him, biting her lip.

"And just how you know that one, Skywalker? Breaking into my thoughts again?" she growled, her green eyes narrowed to mere slits. Luke sighed in frustration, letting his exasperation show.

"No Mara, there's nothing to even break into!" he yelled, his eyes shut tight to hold back hot tears that wanted to stream down his face. Never before had anyone affect him so deeply. Not like this.

"There's more than you think, Skywalker. A lot more than you think," Mara muttered under her breath. He whipped around to face her.

"And how will I ever know that? I could never see your true self and your inner thoughts because you never let me in!" he yelled out, his anger finally tipping over the edge. He kicked some nearby rubble, sending it flying in the air. Mara's eyes suddenly widened, confused at the sight in front of her. A Jedi Master falling to pieces.

Because of her.

He roughly pushed her against a moss covered wall, his arms on either side of her face on the wall. Mara gasped. Never before had he ever acted like this to her… letting her emotions get the better of him. She was… afraid. And yet… beginning to like this new, emotional side of Luke.

Stop it! Stop thinking this!

His eyes were nearly as black as the usual black Jedi outfit he was wearing, something Mara was not overly fond of. His sandy colored hair fell gracefully into his eyes, nearly masking the anger stirring in his face, leaving Mara breathless with… what?

She didn't know. She couldn't know. She didn't want to know.

No.

"And why should I let you in at all?" she snidely remarked, tipping her head up defiantly. She smirked, calmly masking her confused emotions behind that blank face of hers she always used. But it didn't work on Luke. It never did, to tell the truth. Suddenly, she wasn't feeling so strong… not… her usual… self…

"This is why," he growled, swiftly (not to mention roughly) wrapping an arm around her waist, ignoring her protests.

"What… Skywalker!" she cried, desperately trying to escape from his grip.

"Afraid, are we Jade?" he murmured, his breathing shallow, his eyes burning.

"Never," she gasped, lashing an arm fiercely around his neck, unaware of her gesticulation.

"Good."

His lips came crashing down onto hers, relentless and brutally. Her eyes widened at the final feel of his lips, her protests came halfhearted.

So this is what I've been wanting all along…

She no longer cared. Let her emotions get the better of her. To hell with it.

She strapped both her arms around his neck, desperate for more contact. He complied all too willingly, his hands gripping almost painfully at her hips, pulling her even closer to him. He bruised her with every kiss he laid upon her.

She feverishly tugged at his hair, absorbing every touch and taste of him. Her hips grinded into his, their heat burning through their clothing. Luke never, in a million light years, would have thought that Mara Jade has so much passion worked up inside of her.

She drove her mouth even deeper into his, overtaken by her lustful emotions.

Or was it something more… like love?

If this is love, then I never want to be without him again…

Her feelings were suddenly shown to Luke – all of her inner thoughts and desires were aware to him now. There was no turning back. Not that it would have mattered.

And he found… ironically enough, that he was her top desire at the moment.

And finally! Forgive me for taking so bloody long to update... So much school work.. not enough time to write... Gah.

Anyway, I hope you all have noticed.. I changed the "chest hair" part in one of the earlier chapters.. I think it was 4 (?) I agree with everyone - Luke can't have chest hair.. ewie...

Next chapter shall come sooner... I hope..

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