Standard Disclaimer: These characters belong to G. Lucas and T. Zahn. In other words: not mine.
Dedication: To anyone who loves hot chocolate.
Rating: M
Spoilers/Timeline: After The Corellian Trilogy but before "Vision of the Future".
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Lightheaded
Chapter 23: I Just Can't Get You Out Of My Head

Luke vaguely remembered moaning tonelessly into Mara's mouth as he came over her. Coming back to his senses, he stood rubbery-legged, with his mouth still against Mara's.

At least I didn't lose.

Didn't you just lose?

I didn't fold. "And my mouth's still here," he said against hers.

They had stopped kissing, though their lips were still against each others'.

"But you came."

"Involuntary reaction. I can't help it."

"On me."

"I didn't touch you, and I didn't touch myself." Fair's fair, Jade.

Fighting a wave of grogginess, he waited for her answer, willing himself not to fall asleep.

Oh, alright then, she grumbled in his mind. Truce?

Truce.

They finally broke apart, and Luke had his first look at her. Her mouth was bruised red. She was wiping her mouth with her hand and regarding herself, dropping a stained thong on the floor with the other hand. Oh kriff, what a mess. Looking at her apologetically, he walked to his 'fresher and got a wet towel. He walked over to her and was about to hand it to her when he decided to do it himself.

Looks like you weren't all play-acting, Jade, he thought tightly to himself as he wiped her belly, putting him face to face with her breasts.

He was about to lick the pointed tips, consequences be damned, when the Academy com unit in his room buzzed. Sighing a little inwardly, he handed the towel to Mara and walked over to it.

"Skywalker."

"Luke, it's Kam. Mara Jade has just delivered the droid parts, and Artoo says that she's on her way to your quarters."

A little late for the heads-up, Kam, Luke thought wryly as he looked over at Mara.

"Yes, I know, she's here. Could you make sure that we are not disturbed? We're having a little… argument about something, which might take some time to resolve."

"Of course. Would you like dinner sent to your room?"

"That's not necessary. Just keep everyone away from my quarters for the time being."

"As you wish." The comlink clicked off, and Luke turned back to Mara.

Stars! That is just too sexy to be true. Mara was facing him, one leg up on his bed, and was busy wiping his indiscretion from between her legs. You look like you're enjoying yourself there.

On impulse, he sent her a montage of mental images, and she shuddered and gave a small cry. She breathed hard, and sat on his bed abruptly.

He walked over to her. "Looks like we're even."

Although she was still twitching a little, she threw the towel at him shakily in response. He caught it and rinsed it in the 'fresher sink, then hung it up on a rail. Mara was lying in his bed with her back on him.

Miss Jade, on my bed, completely naked. Jedi Master, unable to get it up due to mind-blowing non-contact climax. What does one do in a situation like this?

She turned over to face him. "Skywalker, could you not think so loudly? What is the matter with your shields?"

Surprised, and a little distracted by her breasts, he looked into her face. "But I am shielding!"

"You're not!"

"In an Academy full of Force sensitives, I'm having sex, and you think I won't be shielding?"

"We're not having sex! Why are you so loud in my head?"

Luke stopped short. I am loud in her head?

"Yes, you're very loud, and it's driving me crazy! This is what happened that night of the reception! You were thinking so loudly that I was dampening you for the first hour, and then gave up because it was too tiring, and started shielding myself against you."

He sat down on the bed, puzzled. Testing his shields, he found nothing wrong with them. They're fine, he thought quietly to himself, testing the situation.

Mara slapped the bed with a palm. "They are not fine! I want my space back!"

He frowned hard, and sat cross-legged on the bed. He held out his hands to her. "Show me where you're hearing me from."

She sighed, but sat up anyway. Taking his hands, they closed their eyes and concentrated on the Force.

Luke popped one eye open. Why do we always have these conversations naked?

She slapped his wrists. Shut up, Jedi. I need you out of my head.

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They came out of the meditation a few hours later. They had spent the time tracing the source of Luke's voice in Mara's head, which was buried in the far recesses of her mind. When they found it, they were both surprised and stunned to discover that the connection was old, and ran both ways. While there, Mara had asked him: Then why don't you hear me as well?

I'm hearing you loud and clear.

You know what I mean.

I… I'm not sure. Let's find out.

They had retraced their steps and delved into Luke's mind, following the tendril, which was an uncomfortable experience for Luke. He tried shielding some of his more private memories from Mara, but that impeded their progress, so he shrugged mentally, and gave up after a while.

Welcome to me, Mara.

Been there, done that, bought the tunic, watched the holoshow.

They waded through Luke's mind, and both saw the other end of the tendril.

Looks like you have to develop a new layer of shields if you want your space back, dearest.

Feeling her "look" at his shield, he felt her withdraw from his mind, and form one of her own.

"That feels so much better." Mara spoke. Luke kept his eyes closed. Keeping his regular shields, he thought again quietly to himself, testing her shields. Mara Jade, you're not getting any dinner tonight.

"Could you hear that?" he asked, eyes still closed.

Mara took a deep breath, and expelled it. "No. It's all nice and quiet again."

Luke opened his eyes as she got off the bed and started picking up her clothes. Nice ass, Mara Jade. Keep bending over.

"I wonder why you could hear me sometimes, but not all the time. I know for sure that you couldn't have heard all that I was thinking." Or you would have shot me where I stood.

"No idea." Mara was rinsing out her thong (red today, Luke noted) in his sink, and his libido was rising again from just watching her. Whoever knew we were such nudists? He thought with some amusement. She finished at the sink, hung the thong beside the towel, then bent over (I could watch you do that all day, Luke thought) and pulled out a towel from beneath his sink. To Luke's disappointment, she wrapped it around herself.

"Getting shy on me, Jade?"

Turning around, she was about to speak when she saw that certain parts of his anatomy had woken up again. Her gaze flickered to his face.

"We need to talk."

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A/N: Jack the Ripper's been here, circumcising. Push this fic's buttons, yo'.