The Skywalker Chronicles
Jade Treatment
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By Sienn (2002)
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Rating: NC-17
Protagonists: Luke/Mara
Category: Romance/Smut
Spoilers:
"Skywalker Chronicles: The Strong Gender"
Time Frame:
Approximately 22 years after the Battle of Yavin IV, Sequel to "The Strong
Gender"
Disclaimer:
STAR WARS and all characters created therein belong to George Lucas and I do
not lay claim on them, nor do I make money with this story.
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Rows and rows of speeders and small air taxis sped in endless lines over the
night sky of Coruscant, weaving their way through the gaps and crevices
between the kilometre high skyscrapers. The spectacle of lights in all
possible colours and the twinkling advertisements of restaurants, shops and
casinos were overwhelming and even if you lived on the governmental centre
of the galaxy for all your life, you would most probably never see all there
was to see.
For as long as she could remember, Mara had loved to sit at the windows of
her room at night and watch the barely ordered chaos outside. It had been
like that when she had lived here as the Emperor's Hand.
After Palpatine had died, she had had to leave the planet and it had taken
her long years to once again relish being here. She didn't know where her
origins lay - who her parents were, where she had been born. For her,
Coruscant had been the only home.
Tainted by unbidden, painful memories for a long time, it had particularly
been thanks to one man that she was once again able to enjoy living on the
planet. One man that had made this home for her - a home she liked to return
to, a home she could relax in, a home where she felt safe and at peace.
Smiling to herself, Mara pushed a small button next to the window of her
bedroom - which took up one whole wall of the chamber - and the
transpariglass dimmed. Darker now, as through sun glasses, she could still
watch what was going on outside, but no one would be able to see in. It was
a nice luxury Luke had allowed himself - about the only one this apartment
had held when she had moved in two years ago.
Her husband was a very humble person, one that had never had much money to
spend on things that didn't serve survival. He had been brought up as a man
that didn't need jewellery, designer clothes, fancy dinners and all possible
comfort that the galaxy could offer him.
She, on the other hand..
The redhead's smile broadened. It wasn't as if she depended on luxury, but
there were certain things she enjoyed to have around her. And, when she had
pushed Luke to give their home a more personal note, she had found out that
he had reasonably good taste - he had just never bothered to take a look at
furniture, carpets or decorations.
Together, they had chosen quite a few wonderful pieces - though the bed had
been his all along. Mara remembered how amused she had been when she had
first entered his bedroom and had seen a large bed, larger than even the
both of them needed.
She had delightedly teased him to no end about the women he had probably
invited here. Although he had known that she hadn't been serious, he had
repeatedly blushed in an adorable way until he had simply stated that he had
wanted a bed where he didn't knock his head or feet whenever he turned in
sleep.
At that day, he had related to her a little bit more of his childhood and
how his home had looked and she had understood that he had always lived in
close spaces. He had actually never had a big bed - about the size of the
pilots' pallets in old Alliance headquarters or the cabins on Imperial Star
Destroyers that housed Stormtroopers, that was what he had been used to.
He had taken care of this obvious wish of his long before she had moved in
with him - and ever since, they had both made good use of the space they
had.
Mara smirked - she planned to make good use of it once again. Turning one
time completely around herself, she quickly checked whether everything was
at its place and glanced into the mirror to make sure her hair and nightgown
sat properly.
Her eyes wandered over to the bathroom door and the smirk broadened. As she
had promised Luke when she had fetched him from Leia's, she had made him a
hot bath in which he had been cooking - because that was what it was, no
matter how much he insisted that it was NOT too hot for human skin - for
about an hour.
Judging by the quantity of cold bath she had poured into the water, she
assumed that his nose would at least allow him to breathe through it again.
Undoubtedly, that would be much to his advantage - she didn't want to
suffocate him with her kisses, after all.
'Skywalker?' She sent through the Force as she carefully felt for his
presence.
'Hmmm?'
He dozed, all right. When she touched his soul, she felt all-encompassing
warmth and relaxation. He seemed to feel a lot better than he had two hours
ago, when they had arrived home. Perfect.
Humid heat greeted her when she opened the door and slipped into the
fresher, her eyes immediately settling onto the spacious bathtub.
Luke was immersed up to his chin in foam, the whole room filled with the
thick, reviving smell of Hlita berries. Native to Thyferra, they were
another medical product the planet thrived on - the oil that was made of
them was a very effective treatment against colds if added to hot water.
In her husband's case, Mara mused, it was but the first stage in what she
had decided to call the 'Jade Treatment'.
"Jade Treatment?" Luke inquired. He didn't bother to open his eyes and
instead sank yet a little deeper into the warm water. His voice had lost
its nasal quality, reassuring Mara of his improved condition.
Grinning, she sat down on the edge of the bathtub and laid the back of her
hand at his right cheek. "No fever anymore." She stated with satisfaction.
"A bath is a wondrous medicine against colds." He commented as he turned his
head a little to rub his face against her hand.
"It cannot heal you and can't rid you of all the symptoms." Mara said
softly, twirling his hair around her finger. Damp from the steam and a few
contacts with the water, it was dark brown.
He finally opened his eyes, the brilliant blue a stark contrast to the white
foam and the dark strands plastered to his cheekbones.
"Right. I still ache all over."
Mara smiled mystically. "Don't worry about that. It's what my special
treatment is all about."
Luke perched an eyebrow and eyed her with curiosity, "Indeed? So you're
coming in?" He sat up a little bit, making room for her.
His wife chuckled, "Wrong conclusion, Skywalker. You're coming out."
He frowned and plopped back down into the water as if to protest. "I am?" he
challenged.
The former Emperor's Hand laughed, "Yes, you are, Jedi. You've been in there
for long enough. It's not good for your skin to be in water that long.
Besides, how can we have fun if you're in there and I'm not?"
A smug grin invaded her husband's features at that. "You plan on having fun
with me this evening?"
"Who knows?" she snickered at his annoyed expression, went over to a small,
built-in drawer and tossed him a towel. "Now dry off. And take care of not
getting cold again."
"And what are you doing?"
"You'll see if you come out." Mara simply said as she turned and strode
purposefully out of the room. She still used the mirror next to the door -
and above the sink - to get a quick glimpse of a lanky body rising slowly
out of the bathtub, foam and water trailing every single outline of muscles
and bones.
This would indeed be a very, very nice evening.
*~~
While drying off, Luke pondered the suddenly so playful mood of his dear
wife. Although he still didn't really understand why she would be angry with
him just because he had helped Han with the Falcon's sensor dish, he had
accepted that she was and deduced that it would be better to drop the
subject and not start an argument.
No matter, though, whether she had been angry or not - and whether it had
been justified or not, he added stubbornly in his mind - she should have
stayed with him.
Luke really couldn't remember ever having been ill. His aunt had told him
about a serious sickness he had had at the age of four, but the Jedi Master
couldn't remember anything about it. According to Beru, it had been a
serious case, a close-to-death experience, but no matter how many details
she had shared with her then sixteen-year-old nephew, the young boy had
never been able to recall anything.
He had heard about colds for the first time on Hoth, when his squadron
comrades had talked about it. Even on the ice planet, Luke had never even
had a slight cough.
Whenever he had been in the care of a doctor or a medical droid, it had been
because of some injury that he had sustained in battle. And that was
profoundly different than this sickness.
If you were injured, you usually hurt at just one particular point. You
could pinpoint the source of the pain and neutralise it effectively with the
Force.
With this cold, that was impossible. He ached all over, felt like he was as
old as Yoda, and the only way he could think of to use the Force to ease his
discomfort was to knock himself out and sleep until it was all over.
Another option, that didn't include the Force, had included Mara.. At least
until she had dumped him at his sister's and left him alone in his misery.
Frowning, he pulled on his bathrobe that had already been warmed by the
heating unit of the bathroom.
Now that he was out of the water, he felt his headache return. Not as strong
as it had plagued him all day, but strong enough to be extremely annoying.
Besides, he really felt like all his bones were enwrapped with weights that
dragged him to the floor. Already the few steps to the bathroom door
convinced him that the best place to be was his bed.
Not the kitchen for a little snack, but his bed.
Rubbing his temple slightly with his right hand, he entered their sleeping
chamber and stopped in irritation. The lights were shut down, the windows
dimmed and there was absolutely no sign of his wife. One of Coruscant's
moons - full in this night - cast its light onto the bed, preventing a
pitch-black darkness.
"Mara?"
"I just wanted to create some atmosphere." The soft voice that breathed into
his right ear startled him more than he cared to admit and it was all he
could do not to jump forward.
"Like it?" his wife inquired further as she slung her arms around his hips
and merged against his back. He felt her chin settle onto his right shoulder
and silky, warm skin brushed his calves.
"It's good for my headache," He commented lightly, a little puzzled about
the purpose of the whole thing.
"Oh come on, love. Don't be so dense, yes?" Moving carefully, she pushed him
in the bed's direction.
Luke grinned, but didn't turn his head to look at her face, "I thought you
were still miffed with me because of yesterday?"
Hands at his hips guided him to kneel down on the mattress, facing the
window, and he heard soft footsteps rounding the bed, saw a shadow moving in
front of him, any clearer detail of her face blended out by the light of the
moon.
"I think you're punished enough by how you feel."
The Jedi Master sighed, the mere mention bringing the numerous aches back to
his consciousness. "You could be right about that. What about your
treatment?"
"A little bit more patience, please."
"Well, I could be more patient if you just told me."
Luke trailed off in surprise when he felt her slide his bathrobe off his
shoulders. A slow smile crept on his features as he let her hands guide him
once more into the position she liked. He had the distinct feeling that this
treatment would be very special and very helpful indeed.
*~~
Mara was glad that the moon was in her back. Thus, her husband couldn't see
the broad grin that adorned her face. His impatience was so cute and unlike
him, she could see every inch of his face clearly. Moonlight lit a room more
than most people imagined and it was delighting to see how the azure orbs
tried to pierce the darkness to get a glance on her face, how he tried to
guess what she had in mind and what she wanted to do.
Taking her time, she slowly slid the bathrobe off his shoulders, tossing it
away carelessly.
"Didn't you say I should keep myself warm?"
Though he tried to hide it, she could very well hear the playfulness in his
voice and knew that he began to grasp the nature of her cure. Or at least he
THOUGHT he did.
"Yes." Mara simply answered as she softly pushed him onto his back and on
the mattress. She felt his body flinch in surprise and, sitting down beside
him, gave him some moments to adjust to what he felt.
"I can't remember helping you choose new bedcovers." Curiosity was evident
in his voice, while slight movements of the mattress told her that he
snuggled deeper into the material.
"You didn't. It's something I picked up this afternoon." The ex-Emperor's
Hand still regarded his beautiful face carefully, smiling when his eyes shot
from one side to the other, trying to get a focus on her face.
After her comment, his features held bafflement for a moment, then he
settled deeper into the pillows and nailed his eyes on the spot where he
thought her face to be. She was astonished at his accurate aim. A smile of
deep satisfaction bloomed on his lips and Mara frowned.
"What?" she queried.
"So you DID think of me." Luke stated softly, a happy note giving his voice
a childish quality.
For a moment, Mara didn't know what to reply to that. She had known that
Luke had been seriously angry with her because she had left him alone while
he had felt so bad, but obviously she had underestimated the depth of his
childish grievance.
"Big baby." She stated after a long moment of silence.
Luke just continued grinning at her happily. "So, what is it I'm lying on?"
"A special kind of covers. If you warm them up on a heating unit, they
conserve the warmth. For hours. And I thought."
"You thought that your poor, sick husband would need just that to feel
wonderfully comfortable in his bed. And you wanted to give him a present
because you treated him so unfairly."
"You ARE aware that I just allow you these delusions of grandeur because
you're sick, aren't you?"
"Hmmm." This smile still on his face, his eyes were about to drop closed and
she felt how he called the Force to himself to ease his headache.
"Good idea for a treatment," He mumbled, not even slightly starting at the
chuckle this drew from his wife.
"That's not the treatment, you silly Jedi." Mara whispered softly and
decided that it would be a nice touch to her scheme to let him doze off just
a little before continuing with what she had been waiting for all the time
he had been in the bathroom.
She watched as his face relaxed, though a slight frown pertained, caused by
the numerous aches he still harboured.
"You heard me, love?"
"Hmmm. what's the treatment, then?"
As answer, Mara reached out into the Force and flicked a row of lights on -
not all of them, just enough to light the room in a cosy sort of way.
He blinked in irritation, his first impulse to sit up. Obviously he hadn't
expected THAT to happen. Mara laid a hand onto his chest and pushed him
back, feeling a jolt go through her arm into her body as she touched his hot
skin.
"Relax. Stress is not what you need right now."
"Well, YOU flicked the lights on."
"Just out of selfish purposes." She drawled as she hopped closer and drank
in his sight carefully, relishing every moment while her eyes travelled over
slightly tanned skin.
Casually propping one leg over the other and laying his arms behind his
head, Luke shook his head and regarded her with open mirth.
"How comes that every time I'm naked in here you're still wearing
something?"
"How comes that you haven't yet taken care of that particular hindrance?"
she countered, sliding onto him seductively, while leaning forward and
laying her chin on his chest. She felt him respond beneath her and didn't
bother to conceal the grin that assaulted her lips.
"You know, this really isn't fair. I'm sick." He murmured, softly pushing
some red-gold locks out of her face and tugging them gently behind her ears.
Mara snorted, her hot breath caressing over his face. Luke sank deeper into
the bedcovers as his hips slid along her body.
His wife closed her eyes, resting with her cheek against his chest and
sighing lazily when his right hand fingered for the buttons of her
nightgown.
Inwardly, she could barely keep from chuckling at how he bravely suppressed
all the aches in his muscles and bones that tried their best to prevent him
from doing what he seemed so very determined to do.
When he had half-way unbuttoned her gown and she could feel a certain part
of his body pressing at her belly just below her navel, she decided that the
play could begin.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Not yet letting himself be disturbed, he pushed her body a little lower with
measured force, sliding her nightshirt over her skin and head in the
process.
"I would have thought that, meanwhile, you would know." He murmured huskily,
his index finger trailing from the juncture of her shoulder bones down
between her breasts, circling her navel and most definitely sending a very
vivid spark of fire through her whole being.
For a very little moment, she was tempted to skip the play she had planned
and just take him right now, but in the end, she didn't really want to take
the fun from herself. What was more, she really didn't want to make him
think that all he needed to do to make up for stupid mistakes was lying
around naked in front of her. No need to make his ego grow to the size of a
certain Corellian's she knew.
"You can. You can not seriously think that I'd let you do THAT in your
condition, my love." Trying her best to not betray her lust by too much of a
quiver in her voice, she caught his hand before he had a chance to expand
his ministrations to her lower body parts, effectively startling him.
Puzzled azure eyes rested on her face.
"You're all stiff." She added, jade-green eyes glinting with amusement.
Luke perched an eyebrow, his breathing a little more laboured than it had
been mere moments ago, "And there I thought that was the whole purpose of
the exercise."
The ex-Emperor's Hand chuckled once again and sat up, still teasing his
member with the beckoning warmth of her womanhood.
"Well, just for one little muscle." She explained, letting her hand move
down straight from his belly button to lower regions, tickling, caressing
and wandering along the line of his manhood.
He groaned and gazed at her from below, his eyes dark with desire and
something she identified as his usual "I can play, too" sort of look.
"Little?" he repeated, giving his voice a mock-indignant quality.
Mara bit her lower lip in feigned thoughtfulness, "Well, in comparison to."
Giving a determined, forceful push with his hips, he made her loose her
balance and crash onto his chest, embracing her and pressing her firmly at
himself.
"In comparison to what?" he inquired, the rumble of his voice reverberating
in her head, adding definitely to the dangerous tone he obviously wanted to
create.
"To certain other muscles of your body, of course. What did YOU think?" she
whispered, spreading soft kisses onto his chest and basking in the heat his
skin emanated.
"I'm not sure I'm thinking at all at the moment. Let's stop this playing
around." The banter all but forgotten, she felt him cup her buttocks with
his hands, his mouth searching for her earlobe and starting to nibble and
bite softly as it found what it had sought.
For just a moment, she gave in to that, pressing herself even closer at him,
as if she wanted to merge into him completely, then abruptly, she pushed
herself up, slid off him and sat on the mattress next to her husband.
The expression of complete bafflement and something that was pretty close to
exasperation was a sight she swore herself never to forget.
"Mara!"
Trying to ignore his extremely arousing appearance, she let one of her arms
fall off the bed and grope under it for something she had stored there
earlier on, while he had still been in the bathroom.
"I TOLD you I wouldn't let you do THAT, didn't I?"
An extremely sexy pout on his face, Luke sat up, his hair standing in all
directions, and glowered at her. "Is this still some weird sort of
punishment for yesterday? If so, then I really think you're exaggerating."
His wife laughed gaily, still searching for what she had put under their
bed. "Imagine how you will feel tomorrow if you put your body through that,
dearest."
Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he gave her a very enticing
possibility to admire his biceps and muscled chest while he continued
shooting her disgruntled, accusatory looks. "So it IS a punishment. The
least I care about right now is how I'll feel tomorrow. I much more care for
how I feel right at this moment. Stop playing with me, yes?"
Huge, green eyes blinked at him, her expression of innocence all too
perfect, "Me? Playing with you? Whatever gave you that idea?"
For a long moment - in which she finally got hold of what she had sought all
the time - Luke simply regarded her, his eyes thoughtful, then he smiled. A
gracious, cute, very nice every-day smile.
Mara stopped in mid-movement, mustering him suspiciously.
"What?" she inquired.
"Oh, nothing. You just could have said that the massage comes first."
The female Jedi Master gaped at him for the smallest moment before she could
get a hold on her features again. "The massage." she stopped and scowled at
him, grumpily smacking him onto the shoulder with her right foot, the
treasure from under the bed - a small flask of one of her favourite massage
oils - rolling back to its previous place, completely forgotten.
"You're no fun, Skywalker."
"You seriously think I let you tease me? I've put up with enough for this
whole sensor dish thing, don't you think? And you promised me a massage."
Now it was Mara's turn to cross her arms in front of her chest, "I never
promised you anything, Jedi. And now that you have spoiled my fun -" At
that, he let out a genuinely amused laugh, "- I see absolutely no reason to
actually accommodate you on top of that." She finished with a haughty
dignity no one could do better than her.
It was nothing but an almost hidden glint in her wonderful eyes that showed
Luke that she indeed planned on doing what she had promised.
"Proposed." She corrected him aloud, determined.
"Call it as you like. I don't care as long as you do it." He stated,
scooting closer to her, his skin a rich gold-brown colour in the light of
the few ignited lamps. Seeing him sitting there in front of her in all his
naked glory, Mara decided that she indeed had played enough for this
evening.
If she didn't stop now, Skywalker would still find a way to make her really
angry. He had a knack to find exactly the wrong words to say to her in
certain circumstances.
"Just for the record, this is but an action of mercy. I don't beat those
that are already down." She stated casually.
Luke grinned, throwing himself forward and snuggling his head into her lap.
Drinking in her scent and not the least minding that the soft, black curls
of her treasure tickled his nose, he intoned in an overly dramatic, muffled
voice, "Yes, have mercy with unworthy, undeserving me."
Giggling despite herself, Mara softly slapped his shoulders, "You're
impossible, Luke."
He turned onto his back, looked up at her and smiled, once again, this
wonderful, boyish smile. "I know." He blinked lazily, his eyes never leaving
hers. "Are we done with all this to and fro now, Mara?"
She tenderly stroked his cheek, bending low and kissing his forehead.
"You're hurting, hmm?"
Luke shrugged, turning his head a little to kiss her left thigh, "I think
that's normal for a cold, isn't it?"
Mara nodded, "Indeed. And to make up for your suffering and my evil, evil
play."
He snickered, his whole presence in the Force projecting his delight about
the mix of annoyance and lust he felt coming from her. In her mind, the
ex-Emperor's Hand shook her head, wondering why she NEVER managed to torture
him to the bitter end. he swayed her determination ever and ever again.
". I will now grant you the PROPOSED massage."
Another snicker from him, that swiftly changed to a pleased, throaty groan
as she laid her thumbs at his temples and began to draw slow, forceful
circles.
"That feels good." He murmured, allowing the pleasant feelings to spread
through his whole body. The headache - that had worked itself to his
attention once again as Mara had made it clear that the cure HE had had in
mind was no option - slowly subsided.
"It will become even better." Mara proceeded to lay both her index fingers
at the base of his nose, kneading it softly in perfect synchronisation with
the movements of her thumbs.
His only comment was another deep, comfortable grown as he visibly relaxed.
Even his perfectly shaped joy and pride seemed to have overcome the effect
of her earlier seductive ministrations. Wouldn't be long, though, until it
would wake again, she smirked, unbeknownst to her husband whom she felt
sliding deeper into a doze.
For a couple of minutes, she continued, enjoying herself immensely. All this
gave her a wonderful possibility to regard him, memorize every single speck
on his skin and on his body.
His face had always held a special fascination for her.
She remembered the holos she had first seen him on. Provided by Palpatine,
they had naturally been manipulated. Now she could see that, but back then..
Back then, she had taken them for the truth. After knowing him for so long a
time, and loving him with all her heart and soul, she knew that what she had
seen on those holos had never been him and would never be him.
His full lips had never held this straight line of arrogance and contempt.
The blue of his eyes had never had this cold expression, that seized people
and dismissed them as unimportant soon after - back when Palpatine had
'introduced' her to Luke Skywalker, she had firmly thought HIM to be a
murderer, cold-blooded, self-centred, uncompassionate.
Now she could see that the man she had served had indeed been the one whom
these traits had belonged to.
With his high cheekbones, the beautifully cut nose, his big eyes, the
haughty expression and the pale, clear skin, he had looked like an angel of
death when she had been told to kill him.
Upon coming to know him, Mara had recognised that he was, indeed, an angel,
but not of death. He was pure, he was giving feelings unconditional, help
unconditional. He listened to his heart and cold-blooded. no one who knew
him would entitle him thus.
When she thought that the biggest part of his headache had to be taken care
of, she carefully lifted his head and put it onto the mattress, moving to
his side.
"Hey, why you stopping?" he complained softly, sounding half-asleep. He
didn't bother to move.
"Just shortly, my love." She whispered into his ear as she gently turned him
onto his stomach. He huffed his surprise, but let her have her way, too
tired and too comfortable to object.
Mara let her hands knead the muscles of his shoulder, feeling her own
breathing quicken as she touched the hot flesh and felt the strength beneath
her hands. His spine was a perfect line in between beautifully shaped, not
too toned muscles.
Expertly, she found the spots that had to pain him and put the weight of her
slight body into her movements to relieve him from the numerous aches that
were plaguing him.
She felt him get more awake by the second, the sensuous movements setting
his nerves afire. Though his eyes were half-lidded, Mara had the feeling
that he was watching her.
*~~
Just moments before, Luke had thought that this had to be the most pleasant
way of falling asleep he knew of. He hadn't known that Mara was gifted in
this kind of thing, but the tender, yet strong, movements on his temples and
the base of his nose had done a lot of things to him.
Relieving him bit by bit of the pain that throbbed behind his forehead, they
had lulled him into a comfortable doze. Hadn't his wife decided to turn him
onto his stomach, he would most probably have fallen asleep within the next
minutes.
At first, he had thought he would let just that happen after she had turned
him around, but when her apt hands had started to detect the centres of pain
in his shoulders and had vanquished them with feelings of pure bliss, he had
not been able to stay in this half-conscious state of a doze.
Turning his head to the side, he let his eyes half-closed to shut out off
the offending lights and glimpsed at his wife, tracking every movement of
her beautiful body.
He congratulated himself on the fact that he had rid her of her nightgown
and thus could now admire all the wonderful curves she sported. From her
strikingly beautiful face to her perfect, ample breasts, her flat belly with
the most enticing, cutest belly button he had ever seen to.. To the most
treasured folds that lay a little bit beneath all that.
Alone the mere thought of those made him wish to once again cradle his head
into her lap and smell her, taste her, but he had the feeling Mara wouldn't
let him move out of his current position anytime soon. So he contented
himself with simply watching her and enjoying what she did to him.
Complete relaxation didn't return to him, though. For that, she sparked too
many wonderful feelings in him. Every touch of her fingers was accompanied
by a fire that slowly spread through all his body and he felt his breathing
become more agitated. The need to take her into his arms grew stronger and -
not knowing what she had in mind and what not - he was not sure whether to
let it build up or quench it.
Every decision was taken from him by his body when suddenly - and quite
unexpectedly - her magic fingers trailed his buttocks and his inner thighs
with feather-light caresses.
*~~
Mara smiled when Luke jolted beneath her, a muffled groan escaping him. Firm
muscles twitched beneath her as she let her hands wander over his perfectly
shaped behind and shudders went through the male body when she continued
down the warm, strong thighs of her husband.
Resting a hand on the inside of his knees, feeling a very noticeable quiver,
she once again turned him, this time onto his back, and was greeted by two
brilliant eyes that were once again darkening with desire.
With all due care, she laid her hands onto his chest, starting to apply
carefully measured pressure, and moved into circles, passing over nipples
that hardened instantly. His breath came more raggedly.
Grinning broadly herself, she made sure to get every outline of his
well-muscled, smooth chest accounted for and took her time before she
travelled lower, caressing his flat stomach and smacking soft kisses onto
every single spot of his skin she could get a hold of in her current
position.
A quick check showed her that his manhood had indeed woken from its state of
sleep, showing all too clearly that relaxation was the last thing sought at
the very moment. He arched under her touch, his hands groping for her and
finally finding her shoulder.
The sensation of her creamy, silky skin right beneath his fingers, together
with the outline of delicate shoulders, seemed to drive him even closer to
the edge.
Panting heavily, he tugged at her to join him. "Mara. this. is certainly the
most interesting. massage I've ever got."
His wife didn't comment. Instead she licked and kissed his stomach, his
navel, and straddled one of his legs as she sat down on it.
"Mara, please.. Come here."
Still not answering him, she sat up and regarded the most aroused man in
front of her. Gods, he was so beautiful.
He was shuddering all over and his presence begged her to come into his arms
and join him finally. But this was not as she had planned it today.
"I love you." She whispered as she trailed her index finger slowly and
softly over his throbbing member. He gasped sharply.
"Then the saying is right." He said as he finally stopped trying to draw her
closer and instead accepted the way she wanted to do it.
"What saying?" she inquired while she took him into her hand in what seemed
to be almost unbearable slow motion to him.
"That love is torture." Luke answered with a strained voice. For a moment,
it seemed as if his body was frozen, his eyes pressed closed.
"When did I ever torture you?"
His only reply was another trust of his hips and Mara took the clue,
starting to rub his joy and pride, first slowly, then quicker and stronger.
As oversensitive as the whole procedure had made him, Luke didn't need all
too long to reach the peak. Unable to even pronounce her name meanwhile, his
pull didn't leave her any choice this time.
Crashing her mouth onto his, she embraced his sweaty body and pressed him
close, clinging to him while he came and cried out her name.
For a very long time, he didn't say a word and Mara let him calm down
readily. To listen to his rapidly racing heart as it became steadier with
every second, to feel the shivers of bliss rack his body, was enough for her
at that very moment.
Luke's fairly incoherent, but definitely enticing mental suggestions about
paying back the favour she dismissed with warm thoughts of love and an
amused suggestion of pushing that one to another time, when he was cured and
not likely to suddenly get a sneezing attack in a - for her - most
uncomfortable situation.
The mere imagination of that left Luke in a laughing fit that delayed his
recovery from the love making a little. Finally, he had gathered enough air
to actually talk.
"Icky thought." He commented, cupping her cheek and stroking her lips with
his thumb. "That was. unbelievable, Mara. Never had a better cure in my
life."
She smiled broadly and robbed closer to him as he turned onto his side and
spooned her against him. "Just remember how it works so you can cure ME when
I need it." She spoke against his lips.
"You can be sure that I WON'T forget THAT." He winked at her, his eyes,
though, already drifting closed slowly.
Admittedly, Mara was tired, too. Luke didn't have to know that particular
detail, but while she had indeed had fun with Leia while going shopping and
having a cup of caffeine in the shopping mile, she had - after that - run
from one end of Coruscant's East District to the other to find these special
bed covers that could keep warmth that effectively.
For another few minutes, she stayed arm in arm with him. Only when his
breath came regularly and deeply, she snuggled out of his embrace with all
due care and covered him with the blanket before she joined him once again.
*~~
Mara blinked, irritated, and tried to find out what had woken her. After
several seconds of disorientation, she identified the annoying buzz that
permeated the air as the sound of their communication unit.
Swearing under her breath, she wrapped herself into the blanket and robbed
to the head and side of the bed where the comm unit was built into Luke's
nightstand.
While she made sure Luke didn't wake - thought it was improbable, judging by
the fact that he hadn't even budged when she had left his side - she glanced
at the iridescent wall chronometer that sat over the door to the bathroom.
3 AM. Stars, who dared call at this ungodly hour?
She felt her mouth fall open when the face of her sister-in-law appeared on
the screen, long hair tousled and unruly and shoulders bare. Just as Mara,
Leia seemed to be wrapped in a blanket, but the former Emperor's Hand
thought it wise not to make any snide remark about that one.
"Leia!" she exclaimed, hushing herself in the middle of the word. "Why are
you calling at that kind of time?"
The former Princess of Alderaan seemed embarrassed for a moment, but caught
herself quickly and smiled softly: "It is just that.. Mara, I think we
should cancel the second part of our scheme for Han and Luke."
The red-haired beauty stared on in surprise for a moment. "The second part
of. Oh, THAT you mean." It was unbelievable, but over the course of the
evening, Mara had completely forgotten about the little lesson she and her
friend had planned to teach their respective husband's the other day. It had
been borne from a very good mood after having shopped for some new, spiffy
clothes and was thus fit to be entitled insane and definitely mean.
Not even wanting to hide the smug grin that started to spread over her face,
Mara perched an eyebrow, "Why, all of a sudden?"
Leia blushed deeply red and quickly glanced over her shoulder into - as Mara
suspected - her bedroom.
"Well. I just think. I'm not a vindictive person and Han is feeling bad
enough, so.."
Luke chose that moment to awake at the end of the bed and made quite some
noise as he got up onto his hands and knees. Mara couldn't help but regard
him fondly as he crawled up to her with closed eyes and crashed down next to
her, already asleep before he hit the mattress.
She didn't know how long she had just regarded him when it registered in her
mind that he was lying there completely nude. Veering around, it was Mara's
turn to blush as she found Leia gaping at her brother who couldn't have
cared less about what was going on.
Thanking the Force that he at least laid on his stomach, Mara hurriedly
covered him with the blanket. When she looked at the comm unit's holo
display again, Leia's gape had changed into a smug grin - every bit as smug
as Mara's had been only seconds before.
"I take it you don't particularly care about our punishment anymore either."
The Chief-of-State said slowly, her voice hushed so as to not wake her
brother, now that he lay closer to the unit. She wouldn't have needed to
worry. Luke's youthful face was smooth and his mouth slightly open, as
always when he slept deeply.
The redhead chuckled, "Well.. You can't be angry with Luke for that long a
time, you know. And I think his aches and. uh. his nausea are punishment
enough."
"Sure." Leia nodded, her eyes twinkling.
"Uh. is that it? I'm kind of tired."
The former Princess snickered, "Is it that hard to care for someone who
aches so much that he can't move properly?"
Mara's eyes narrowed, but mirth was obvious in her expression, "Indeed it
is. Bye, Leia."
"Bye, Mara."
*~~
Leia shook her head, shutting off the communication unit. Thank the Force
that it had been as good as completely dark in Mara's and Luke's bedroom.
She didn't particularly care to see more of her brother as the usual amount
of naked skin you saw in a bacta-tank.
Humming softly to herself, she went over to her bedroom. Han awaited her,
propped up on an elbow and his trademark lopsided grin on his lips, "Have
you taken care of your. little, pressing problem?" he queried, robbing to
the side to make room for her.
Leia disposed of the blanket and snuggled back into bed, "Yes."
*~~
Mara had lain back down and was about to fall asleep again when a soft
murmur next to her caught her attention.
"If the lights had been on, I'd have killed you. And Leia, too. And be
grateful that I ignore the rest I've heard."
The former assassin chuckled into the darkness, not objecting to the arm
that dragged her closer to the warm, firm body of her husband.
~End~