A/N: Here it is, folks! The final part to His Dirty Little Secret.

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Cousucanti Autumn Festival

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Luke stood off to the side, quietly sipping his cider, watching the couple's swirl around the dance floor. His wife was off chatting with Mirax and Leia—her partners in crime—while Corran and few other Rogues shot the breeze. He was strangely alone, by himself. Even now he didn't care for these things, but he knew there was no way he could avoid the Coruscanti Autumn Festival—well to call it a festival was cheapening it, it really was more of a ball.

Feeling a prickle in the Force, he set his drink aside. He reached out searching for the presence's and found a few people shooting weird looks his way. He supposed it was odd for a great galactic hero to be standing off by himself but he preferred it this way. He shook it off and reached for his cider again when an arm looped over his shoulders. "Hey, Ol Buddy." Han breathed into his ear.

Luke turned to face the reformed smuggler. "Enjoying yourself?" He asked a sparkle in his eye.

"Yep. Sure am." He raised a glass of Whiskey and took a drink. "Now, what pray tell is Luke Skywalker doing standing over here by himself."

"Trying to stay out of trouble."

"What trouble? I don't see any trouble."

"You mean you don't see that group over there." He pointed to the cluster of Rogues.

"Luke, that's horrible."

"I'm sorry, Han, it's the truth. When they get liquor in them, they act stupid. I'm trying to avoid it. Mara will have my hide."

Han shook his glass at his friend. "See this is why everyone thinks you're a stick in the mud."

"Because I exercise common sense?" He smiled.

"Naw, that ain't it. You know what I think?"

"What?"

"I think you're afraid of your wife."

Luke raised an eyebrow.

"I'm serious!"

"Han, you're imagining things." He looked at his friend's hand. "And you've probably had too much to drink, which doesn't help your case."

He leaned over. "If I'm imaging things, then what was that ordeal with you and Mara?"

"Which one?"

Han scoffed. "Don't play stupid, Kid. You know exactly the one I'm talking about."

Luke sighed. "I really wish you'd let that drop."

"I did. For two weeks." He took a drink. "Now, what's up with that?"

Luke remained silent.

"Look, as I told you before…you and Mara like that sort of thing, I'm not going to judge."

"Han!" Luke hissed. "Keep your voice down."

"It is down...Now don't interrupt, that's rude. But!" He held up a finger. "I still stand by my assertion that you're afraid of your wife."

"I am not afraid of Mara."

"Yeah, and I'm not afraid of your sister." He gave a fake laugh. "You're thinking is, if you go over there…something bad might happen and Mara will chew you out because of it."

Luke looked to Han sharply. "Why should something bad happen!?" He asked suspiciously. Luke looked over to Rogues, who were now shooting him conspiratorial glances and chuckling.

Han shrugged.

"Han…Please tell me you didn't say anything.

"About what?"

"You know, about what."

"Ah, that. No, haven't told a soul."

Luke stared him down.

"I promise."

"Why is that not comforting?"

"You know, you could have a little more trust in me." His eye caught something. "Ah, the wives are looking over here." Han cautioned. Luke turned in the direction to see Leia and Mara eying them with interested glances. "Act natural."

"I am." Luke picked up his cider once more and took a dink. "You're the one acting suspicious."

The two women made their way over, after excusing themselves. Luke sipped his cider and gave his wife an illuminating smile. She frowned and he let out a sigh. Han was doing a similar job of putting Leia at ease, but that wasn't working either.

When the women finally approached them, Han spoke first, "Hey, girls...What's going on?"

"Girls?" Mara echoed. She turned to her sister-in-law. "Leia, I think you're husband has already had a little bit too much to drink."

She eyed her husband's glass. "I think so."

"Now, what are you boys up to?" Mara asked, emphasizing the word "boys" just for effect.

Luke shrugged his shoulders. "I'm just enjoying my cider."

Mara's look said she didn't believe him a bit. "No. I don't think that's it. You and Solo were too close to be just "enjoying cider". I thought I saw some whispering over here."

Leia looked at Han, examining her husband's face. It was slightly red. "Han?"

"Yes, Princess."

"Why were you whispering?" She folded her arms over her chest.

"Oh, you know," He gestured with his drink. "Just guy talk."

"Guy talk." She repeated. "Sounds suspicious to me. What do you think, Mara?"

"Definitely suspicious."

Luke sighed. "Mara, my love, I swear I'm not doing anything that would constitute as suspicious."

She gave him a menacing look.

"Hey, Boss!" Wedge hollered suddenly. "I've got to ask you something!"

"Oh, no." Luke mumbled.

Hobbie protested, "I brought it up."

"No, I did, Bantha-breath." Wes corrected childishly.

"Doesn't matter who brought it up?" Corran murmured from a place near Mirax. His wife was smiling as if she was in on some private joke.

Uh-oh. He definitely didn't like the looks of this.

"I have a bad feeling about this…" He murmured, secretly looking for an escape route. He then cast a sharp glance at Han, who gave him an innocent smile.

Leia and Mara exchanged glances.

"Han? What in the world is going on?"

"Nothing, Sweetheart."

"Han Solo..." Leia's voice turned menacing.

"Skywalker, spill it!"

"Hey, Luke!" Wes practically shouted. "Is it –is it true that you and Mara like to play with hot wax?!"

Luke eyes widened and he shot Han an accusatory look.

Mara's face turned red. It was obvious that the drunken men had not seen the red-head.

"Mara, I can explain."

Hobbie: "Oh, Luke, inquiring minds want to know. Who likes to be bound, you or Mara?"

"I bet it's like a dominatrix thing…." Wes responded.

Han then cast his friend an apologetic glance.

"Han, you promised!" Luke hissed again.

"It slipped."

"Slipped?" This came from Mara. She turned to her husband. "Skywalker…what have you been letting slip?"

Luke stared into green eyes that were full of fire.

"What slipped, Skywalker?"

"Mara…." Han tried.

"Stow it, Solo!" She snapped. "I'll have it out with you later, but first, Farmboy has some explaining to do." Mara turned back to the group of drunken men. "And I will definitely be coming after you all later!'

The men blanched as if they had just noticed Mara's presence. Even Corran Horn who had previously been smiling, dropped his grin. It was obvious that they no longer considered humor at Luke's expense funny anymore: not with an ex-assassin shooting laser-eyes at them.

"Heh, well, we better go." Hobbie coughed. "Right, Wes?"

"Right behind you, Hobbie!"

"Cowards…" Mara muttered then turned back to face Luke. "We need to have a serious talk about you learning when to keep quiet. I can't believe you went and blabbed to Solo."

"Mara, it slipped. I'm sorry."

"Oh, you will be once we get home."

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Talon and Booster stood back, far away from the commotion but close enough to witness what was going on.

"I knew those morons couldn't keep their yaps shut." Booster muttered. "What's this generation coming to, Karrde?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

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A/N: THE END! Hope that turned out all right….It didn't turn out EXACTLY like I planned, but I think it's still decent.