A/N: And here's the next part! Still pretty tame, but there is some kissage! YAY!

Part Seven

Once inside her apartment, Luke spent several minutes walking around and making silly commentary on the few knick-knacks she had brought back from various places in the galaxy. Mara wasn't a huge believer in filling up her personal space with fripperies, but there were some things that had spoken enough to her when she saw them, that she decided to bring them home.

She thought perhaps Luke had forgotten about the ruse she'd used to get him here, and wasn't sure why she felt a little twinge of disappointment in her belly. She was so lost in pondering that for a moment, that Luke clearing his throat in front of her took Mara a bit by surprise. And wasn't that an embarrassing situation for a highly trained former Imperial agent.

"I think we should kiss now," he announced, and leaned towards her, closing his eyes and puckering his lips in the most exaggerated fashion she'd ever seen.

Mara couldn't help it. She snickered. Of course, then she felt guilty, because he reared back and had such a crestfallen expression on his face.

"Why are you laughing?"

"That wasn't a laugh. It was…it was…I was holding back a sneeze. I didn't want to sneeze on you," she stammered.

"You're lying. You tricked me into coming here, which means…you are the dancer spy who's been trying to kill me!" Luke shrieked at her, while he pointed an accusing finger in her face.

Mara glared at him in annoyance and pushed his hand away. "I did not trick you into coming here, Skywalker," she said. Although, well, technically she had, but it was for a very good cause.

"Yes, you did! And now I'm going to have to use my super special Jedi skills to. Take. You. Out," he said, in what she was sure he thought was a menacing manner.

She didn't have the heart to tell him it made him sound like the bad actor on that space academy show that was so popular for some obscure reason. Then, with what sounded like some sort of warrior call, he threw himself at her, clearly intending to make good on his threat.

Two seconds later, he was face down on the carpet and Mara had her knee in his back and one arm twisted up behind him. He was whining like a little baby, pleading with her to let him go and promising that he'd be good.

I am really getting soft in my old age, Mara thought as she stepped up away from him and told him to sit down on the couch and behave. In the past, she would have at least made sure someone had a broken arm if they'd dared attack her like that. No matter if they were a little whacked out of their minds or not.

Luke sat on the couch beside her, sniffling sulkily and rubbing his sore arm. He sent several baleful looks in her direction before she couldn't stand it anymore.

"What is it?" she asked, with an impatient sigh.

"Well, it's just that…" he hesitated.

"What, Skywalker?" she demanded.

"I didn't get my kiss. You promised sex, and if I'm not going to get that, I think I should at least get a kiss," he said grumpily.

"Fine!" Mara shouted, thinking that she should really get more rewards out of Solo after this was over, just for all the trouble she was having to deal with. That was what she told herself, stubbornly ignoring that little voice that said this might be the only chance she'd ever have to know what a kiss from Skywalker was like.

It was probably going to be horrible anyway, as goofy as he was at the moment. A huge grin crossed his face and he started to lean forward while doing that disgusting lip thing again. Mara wasn't having any of that.

"Hold up, Jedi," she said, putting one hand on his chest to hold him in place. He started to protest, so she quickly added, "You just sit back and I'll take it from here, all right?"

"Well, okay. If you're sure. But I could do a really good job at this, I know I could," he said earnestly.

"I'm sure," Mara said wryly.

She slid over closer to him and leaned in slowly. Luke was being as still as a statue, following her instruction to give over control dutifully. Mara brushed her lips ever so softly over his, a kiss that was barely a kiss. She paused for a second, feeling her own breathing speed up as she heard Luke's hitch a little in his throat.

"Is…is that all?" he whispered.

"No. Not yet. Patience, Jedi," she whispered back. She touched her mouth to his again, lingering this time, adding a bit more pressure, and then she let her tongue slip out to glide over his bottom lip. Luke gave a tiny gasp, his eyes falling closed, the tempo of his breath increasing.

Mara felt like she was floating; Luke's presence was that intoxicating. She realized somewhat ruefully that she'd been lying to herself for quite some time. She was in love with the blasted Jedi, and probably had been from almost the moment she'd met him. And right now, she really wasn't close enough to him.

Sitting side-by-side on the couch was awkward, causing her to have to twist sideways to meet his lips. With a little huff of exasperation, she sat up and swung one leg around until she was straddling him. Luke squeaked in surprise at the sudden move, but didn't protest. Instead, he hesitantly brought his hands up to press lightly against her back.

Being so close to him, being able to look him right in the eyes, Mara felt a little lightheaded. It really was too bad that he was a little light in the head at the moment as well. A sneaky little voice inside of her insisted on wondering what this would be like if Luke was fully in command of his mental faculties. She shook her head a little, angry at herself for wondering impossible things. This was going to be her only chance to kiss Skywalker, so she'd better take it.

"Why are you shaking your head? Are you changing your mind? Cause that's totally not fair, to change your mind on something when you've already promised it. I really, really hate it when people do that to me, it makes me very mad and I am still a Jedi, you know. I could-"

Mara cut him off quickly by leaning in and really kissing him this time, letting herself go all out as though this was one of those dreams she kept having, although she'd always denied that they meant anything. He was slightly hesitant, almost a bit clumsy at first, but it didn't take long until he was matching her move for move. Mara heard a desperate-sounding moan echo through her living room, and was vaguely aware that the noise had come from her. She was far too turned on to care at this point.

In fact, she had to back off for a moment, try to regain her senses, or else she would end up following through on her original promise of full-out sex. Mara pulled her lips away from his and buried her face in Luke's neck, not wanting to face him just yet as she tried to regain her composure somewhat. The two of them were breathing heavily, and Mara could not deny the tiny shivers that skated over her skin each time she felt his breath exhale against her ear.

Her traitorous brain began to send thoughts that perhaps having sex with Skywalker wasn't such a horrendous idea. After all, she might not get another chance at this, right? Mara Jade had always been a believer in taking opportunities as they came. Sometimes you didn't know if they'd ever come again, so you had to jump on them – so to speak – when they appeared. She felt Luke rest his head on her shoulder and wondered if he was as affected as she was by their encounter.

"Maybe we should take this into the bedroom, Skywalker?" Mara whispered breathily. There was no answer and she thought for a moment that he hadn't heard her. Although how that was possible when her lips were right next to his ear…

"Skywalker?" she said, and pulled her head back to look at him. As she did so, his head lolled forward and something sounding suspiciously like a snore emanated from his mouth. Holy hells, I kissed him into unconsciousness! was Mara's first ridiculous thought and then she recalled the conversation with Solo about what would happen when the shrooms finally began to wear off. Well, she supposed this was a good thing, as it meant that he'd be back to normal when he woke up. She tried to ignore that little spark of disappointment that she might have missed a chance that would never come again.

"Blast, Skywalker, you couldn't have held off on the coma for another thirty minutes or so?" she grumbled to herself, before shifting to carefully lower him to lie on her sofa. The action left her lying somewhat awkwardly on his chest.

Mara stared down into his sleeping face and wondered if she could find the courage to change things between them. She knew that he had feelings for her, too. What exactly those feelings entailed, she wasn't sure. But maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to finally find out. With that in mind, Mara decided to settle herself on top of him and wait to see what happened when he woke up.

TBC...