Title: You Look Tense
Rating: M
She dropped a bag of tools onto the floor near his head. He winced casting her a glare and she looked at him tolerantly.
"Are you going to get off of my ship soon?" Mara Jade questioned the man lying on the floor of her storage bay and he let out a sigh. She grunted in return to his dramatics. Five days together in a small ship had tested his Jedi calm and determined she did not have it at all. He sat up, moving out from underneath the engine of his x-wing that sat apart from his beloved ship. He let out a whistle and R2 was immediately warbling to him, ready to move the completed part back into its place.
"Give me three more hours and we will blissfully be rid of each other," he said on a breath and Mara smirked crossing her arms across her chest.
"Aw, you won't miss me Skywalker?" She mused and he glanced up at her with amusement.
"Not from this close. Even a terrible Jedi can hit you from this close," he mused and Mara nodded with amusement. His dry dark wit had been the only thing keeping them sane over the last few days. He stood wiping his hands on a towel and she walked away from him back into the heart of her ship. He followed silently, leaving R2 to his work. "I don't think I thanked you," Luke began and she cut him off.
"You did," she spat heading to the galley. He snapped his mouth shut and a small grin curled on one side of his lips. "Next time you have a death defying save the galaxy mission, lose my comlink will ya?" Mara mused pulling out a few ration bars for dinner.
"What if I promised to give you real food if you joined me in my next save the galaxy mission?" He sighed sniffing his nose at her ration bars and she hummed one at him. He caught it easily and she smirked.
"Nothing wrong with a good ration bar," she snapped as she perched herself easily on the table in the small eating space. It was hard to imagine that less than two years ago they had been trekking through the jungle with her blaster pointed at his head. That memory flitted to her and she allowed herself to actually think on it. Her eyes raked his frame curiously as he focused on the bar in his hand, eating it to try and get the sad nutrition out of it. He had grease stains on his face and bare arms as he was out of his Jedi blacks for once and just in a pair of stained sleeveless coveralls R2D2 no doubt had stuffed somewhere in that bucket of bolts for when his beloved ship acted up. Neither had spoken about the 'incident' in the forest and she was quite proud they had formed somewhat of an alliance with that hanging over them. Yet, she hadn't really seen it affect him and that gave him credit to his Jedi nature. She had been quite impressed with the Jedi. No passion her ass. She smirked a bit to herself.
"You look tense Skywalker," she muttered suddenly and his eyes flicked to her, his shoulders slumping.
"You mean your constant berating and yelling at me doesn't make me look well rested?" He offered sarcastically and she dropped the rest of her ration bar on the table and stood.
"Are you trying to say I've not been very hospitable?" She questioned teasingly and he smirked leaning against the other table, propping his leg up on the chair as he tried to relax his posture. He was a bit tense and he didn't think he was until she stupidly stated it.
"Actually you've improved greatly since the last time we spent time together. You feed me, let me drink water and sleep," he mused with a grin moving to take another bite of his ration bar when he stilled. The air seemed to change around them and he felt it cackling between them in the force. Something flared and while it felt like his danger sense it had a different underlying current. Mara Jade wasn't a threat to him. On a good day he may even say they were on the same team. Slowly he closed his mouth, his eyes flicking slowly to her as she took a step into his space.
"I was awful to you then," she mused and he held still, suddenly recognizing that small smirk in the corner of her lips.
"Did you ever regret it?" He challenged and she let out a laugh, her hand pulling at her braid and letting the thick red gold strands unravel. He held his breath a moment as she turned a bit away from him, running her hands through her hair and letting it fall around her shoulders and neck like a veil.
"Never. You deserved it. I sometimes regret not killing you," she muttered casting a glance at him. "Unfortunately now it will be much harder for my career if I do," she said with a shrug. "Are you hot? Maybe we should move to a cooler room. I'm starting to smell your stench Skywalker," she mused pulling at the neck of her flight suit and he watched lazily as the buttons popped open revealing her pale neck.
"That's because you are almost in my lap Jade," he replied, his voice low and her emerald eyes caught his and held, his bright blue orbs not flinching as the air did indeed feel hot between them. "If we are going to become friends perhaps it would be wise to not use me as a personal toy," he bit out leaning towards her and her eyes sparkled at him and it nearly stole his breath when she smiled full and bright at him.
"Good thing the thought of us being friends gives me nightmares," she breathed, her hand sliding across his knee before her nails dug into the fabric. He moved fast and she anticipated it. His hand slid around her hip as he stood as the other grabbed the opening of her fight suit pulling her up against him, their eyes locked. "Have you never just had someone to help get the tension out Skywalker?" She questioned and he out right laughed at her. He leaned back, the spell breaking a bit and she smirked. "I guess that was a dumb question farmboy," she mused and he shook his head, his hands sliding from her quickly. He attempted to wrap his head around this conversation but he felt her push at him with the force and his smile left as she shoved him onto the table, his back hitting the metal surface as she straddled his hips. "Better late than never," she mused and before he could think or even muster a response her lips were on his. She was intense and intoxicating and his hands moved on their own volition. One had to tangle into her curls and the other wrapped around her waist, repositioning her and she groaned into his mouth.
It was animalistic and it seemed to break something between them. All at once they were a mess of fast hands and force touches. When he used the force to help rid her of her flight suit completely she laughed out right.
"What would the old Jedi Order say of that force usage," she laughed moving to capture his lips again and he stilled.
"Do you have knowledge of the old Jedi Order?" He questioned suddenly, his eyes wide and she narrowed her eyes at bit at him.
"Not the time Skywalker," she hissed and he narrowed his eyes into slits at her. Before he could stop this madness as his brain returned to normal she used the force herself against him and he let out a hard gasp. "Hm, didn't know I could do that," Mara smirked and he huffed and flipped her, pressing her into the table and her legs wrapped around him in one fluid grace-filled movement. He was trying hard to keep his wits about him. His mind whirled and didn't necessarily trust the woman underneath him. The last time they had done this it had not ended well in the least… at least for him. "Stop," she suddenly demanded and he stilled completely, his eyes catching hers and she grabbed onto his face pulling him closer down to her. "This isn't real Farmboy. I need you to know that," she said sturdily and he held her gaze unwaveringly. "The first time was just to torture you. This time will be for both of our benefits but that is all this is," she breathed, and she smiled seeing his eyes dark with desire.
"Right. Just to get out tension," he muttered amused and she flat out smirked at him.
"Exactly," she breathed, her lips opening and capturing his once more and he
shivered a bit, his lips immediately melting under her ministrations. And those were the last words spoken until her scream echoed off of the walls followed a few seconds later by his own. They collapsed in a heap on the metal table and he rolled off of her, each trying to catch their breath as their bodies came down from the roller coaster they had just threw them on. Her head lolled to the side and she snorted a laugh at him.
"Still feel tense Skywalker?" She questioned and he closed his eyes, a small smirk coming to his lips.
"What would you do if I tell you yes?" He questioned and her laughter echoed through the room and he let the beauty of it just wash over him. She had a stunning laugh.