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Two Jedi, One Towel

by Devi (mathura108@y...)

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Rating: NC-17 (Shoo the kids away from the monitor!)

Summary: Just a little fantasy about what Luke and Mara did on the
way home from Nirauan.

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, I don't make money from this. Just
having fun with George's and Tim's wonderful creations. The
words "white light/white heat" have been borrowed from the title of a
Velvet Underground song that I don't own either. No infringement
intended whatsoever.

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The Chiss ship that Luke Skywalker and Mara Jade had (as Luke
insisted to call it) "borrowed" was plying smoothly through
hyperspace, running on automatic pilot. Mara emerged from the
small 'fresher, triumphantly waving what she had found in
there. "Hey, look, Chiss do have towels!"

"Why shouldn't they?" Luke said with a grin. Their escape from
Nirauan, which had been smooth-going in the end after all the dangers
they'd had to face, paired with the fact that they were now in
possession of a complete copy of the Caamas document, had left him
with a feeling of profound relief and satisfaction. "Now what do you
want with it?"

"What should I want? Dry you off, of course!"

*That's one of the good things about Mara - her sense for the
practical,* Luke thought lovingly. In his relief, he had almost
forgotten that they both were still soaking wet from their
involuntary "bath" inside the Hand of Thrawn. "No, I will dry you off
first, my love," he said, almost astonished how easily it went over
his lips - 'my love'. It would have only been normal for him to need
some adjusting to the fact that he was about to get married to the
woman who had once been his deadly enemy. But somehow, loving Mara
felt as natural to him as if there had never been a time when they
hadn't been together. She was like a part of his own soul, this much
he had realized; and how could it not be right to be united with
one's soul?

Taking the towel from her hands, he used it to gently, lovingly pat
dry her face and rub her wet locks. Then he started to unzip her
flightsuit, but hesitated a little as he did. "Go ahead," Mara
encouraged him. "Nothing you haven't seen before. And nothing you
won't see plenty of times from now on."

Luke blushed, but proceeded to peel the wet garment off his beloved's
body. As his eyes caught the sight of her underwear, Mara sensed a
spike of discomfort from him. "What is it?" she asked.

Luke sighed. That was something he *did* need to get used to - the
fact that he couldn't hide any of his thoughts and feelings from
Mara. "Well, it's just, this stuff you're wearing..."

Mara grinned amusedly. "What? Are you going to tell me that black
lacy underwear is of the Dark Side?"

Luke felt a grin creep unto his own lips at her comment, but
suppressed it. "No, but... well, we only just... got together, so I was
wondering who you were wearing this for."

"Luke," she scolded. "You've seen all the way to the bottom of my
heart. Did you see anyone else there?"

"No..."

"Then don't worry about it," Mara said, brushing a wet strand of hair
out of Luke's face. "I was wearing this stuff for myself, because I
like it; and now I hope you like it too."

This time, Luke couldn't suppress a *very* happy grin. "Well, I do
like it. But now I'd like to get you out of it." Blushing again as he
realized what he'd just said, he quickly added, "So that I can dry
you off better."

"Sure." Mara opened the fastenings of her bra with the Force to avoid
unnecessary contortions, then pulled that little piece of clothing
off herself. Luke marveled at the two firm, perfectly shaped globes
that were her breasts. He knew that Mara was approximately as old as
him (no one knew her exact age - if she'd ever had a birth
certificate, the Emperor had let it vanish), but judged by her well-
toned figure, she could have been a young girl. The object of his
amazement raised an eyebrow in a coquettish tease. "Now do you want
to rub me dry or not?" she said.

"Rub you dry, oh, yes," Luke mumbled, somewhat embarrassed as he
realized that he had been overtly gaping at his soon to be wife for a
long moment. Since what had come to pass on Nirauan, he knew - and
knew he loved - her mind and soul; and now he found out that her body
more than attracted him, as well.

He crouched down and started off by gently lifting her feet one by
one, taking off her boots and removing her flightsuit from around her
ankles, then diligently drying her feet with their rosy, delicate
toes. It almost seemed like worship, and Mara's heart melted away.
*No one ever did a thing like that for me. No one ever loved me like
he does.* Her hand caressed Luke's head, then her second hand, then
she crouched down herself to kiss him. "You'll never get dry if we go
on like this," Luke scolded lovingly as she let go of him again, but
he found it hard to contain himself enough to be able to continue
his "work".

He dried Mara's perfectly shaped calves and smooth knees; then took
his time as he toweled off her thighs. The higher up he got, the more
his breath quickened, and he felt the blood rush to between his legs.
Luke did not dare to remove her knickers - the only thing that she
was still wearing - just yet; so he proceeded to drying her around
her delightfully slim waist; then quivered with sweet pleasure tinged
with lingering shyness as he finally got to her breasts. He towel-
dried them in very gentle, slow circles - he didn't want it to end
too soon.

Not able to restrain himself any further from doing so, he wrapped
his natural hand around the delightful orb of Mara's right breast,
letting his thumb play with her rosy nipple, which hardened under the
touch, while his glove-clad right gently stroked her cheek, then went
into her hair and got hold of her head to pull it close to his for a
passionate kiss.

The hunger of their bodies for each other that had been an ever
present but never acknowledged undercurrent during the last ten years
now flared up like a spark turning into a fire, like a swelling flood
getting ready to wash away whatever dams had been built around it
before. Their bodies pressing tightly against another, it seemed as
if they sought to devour each other with their greedy hot mouths.
*Whoah, he has a tongue like a Gungan!* Mara thought. When her lover
reluctantly let her go because they both really needed to breathe,
the kiss had made her dizzy, like every good kiss does. "Hey, you're
getting me all wet again," she mock-protested. "And besides, it's
your turn now."

She peeled Luke out of his clothes and started toweling him off, but
her efforts were frequently interrupted by more kisses and caresses,
until she gave up and dropped the towel to the floor, wrapping her
body around her beloved's. She felt his rock-hard erection against
her, with only some thin excuse for fabric in between. Oh, how much
she wanted him! Mara slipped her hands in between Luke's underpants
and his buttocks, giving them a squeeze (she had decided that he had
the cutest butt in the whole galaxy). As she did so, she felt what
seemed like a glimmer of fear wash over his signature.

"What is it?" Mara asked, pulling out her hands and taking his face
between them.

"Nothing. You don't have to stop," Luke said, but what she read in
his sky-blue eyes told her different.

Holding his gaze, she said, "You're afraid I will have you and then
leave, is it that? Luke, I'm not like those women. I'm not Callista."

"Mara, I... I know that. But you have it all wrong." Luke lowered his
voice to a whisper, as if telling a shameful secret. "I never slept
with Callista. Except... except one time on the 'Palpatine's Eye', and
then it wasn't real. It was a vision...a dream... I don't know what it
was." Luke shook his head. "But we never did it for real."

"You mean... in all the time you were together...?"

Luke lowered his head, and Mara felt how he was overcome by
embarrassment and old pain. "I... it's not that we never wanted to. But
each time, I would remember that it's Cray's body; and then I just
couldn't bring myself to touch her. She couldn't understand it; she
thought that I didn't love her... that it was because I didn't want her
anymore after she'd lost her use of the Force..." Luke's voice became
an even lower whisper. "Maybe that's why she left."

Mara hugged him close, trying to warm the old sadness out of
him. "I'll never leave you, Luke."

Blue eyes sought and found shelter in green. "I know."

She pressed a few gentle kisses to his lips and face. "And I don't
expect you to do anything you don't want to prove that you love me."

Luke gazed at her, his heart beating so hard he thought it could be
heard at the other end of the ship. He swallowed once. "I do want
you, Mara." His fingers ran across the small of her back, first
shyly, then more boldly, sending red-hot sensations up and down her
spine; but she still felt a residue of that small glimmer of fear in
him, a hesitancy to give in to the rising tide that was getting ready
to overwhelm the normally so calm and controlled Jedi Master.

"Luke, there's a time for control, and there's a time for letting
go." Mara's voice was a husky whisper.

*And now it's the time for letting go. Yes.* As the redhead removed
the blonde Jedi's briefs, he willingly gave himself into her hands.
Mara knelt down to bring her head closer to the object of her desire.
She massaged her lover's balls, first with her gentle fingers, then
with her rosy tongue. Taking his swollen shaft into one hand, she let
her tongue play around the tip, caressing the rim and licking out the
opening where a drop of moisture had gathered. Then she took him in
whole, sucking with devotion; making him moan while his hand dug into
her hair.

"Mara, Maaara!"

When she had nearly driven him to the edge of coming with the
relentless pressure of her lips and her dallying tongue, Luke gently
pulled her head off off him. "Let me have you, Mara." He kissed her,
tasting the mouth that had just tasted him, thrusting his tongue in
deeply as if to mimic the thing he wanted. "Let me have all of you."

He lifted her up and unto the control board of the Chiss ship. "Hope
we won't press any wrong buttons," Mara joked.

"So what!" Luke impatiently ripped off the small piece of lace that
had separated him from Mara's mound of pleasure. Lifting one of her
legs up for better access, he allowed his fingers to probe her secret
garden. He found her wet and ready for him. Closing his eyes, he
entered her good and deep, groaning as he tasted a sensation more
sweet than he had ever known existed.

For a moment, he held still, allowing them both to settle in. There
was no need to rush, for it was a moment they wanted to last forever.
Mara wrapped her legs firmly around Luke while their mouths sought
each other. Then he started moving his hips with snake-like grace,
with each thrust feeling Mara's pleasure wash back to him through the
Force to mingle with his own while her fingers painted trails of fire
across his back with their hungry caresses. It was sweetest
satisfaction which, instead of sating them, made them more and more
greedy.

Mara let her head fall backwards, and Luke found himself kissing her
chin, her throat, letting his tongue explore the small hollow over
her collarbones and tease her rock-hard nipples before he came back
up. Their mouths found each other again, hungry, burning with all-
consuming fire. Then their eyes, black wells of lust rimmed in blue
and green, locked onto another. The Force flared up around and within
them in white-hot fire; and like during their fight against the
sentinel droids, only more so, they opened up and merged. Mara could
feel Luke pushing into her as if she was in his body, as if the
massively swollen prick that was sliding back and forth in her tight,
moist cavity was her own. She felt all of his delight, and it fed her
own; and he felt all of hers, felt as if it was himself who was
receiving his thrusts with almost unbearable pleasure, and he
delighted in his love's enjoyment even more than in his own.

And then, there was no Luke, no Mara, just a burst of white
light/white heat, like a whole galaxy exploding in pleasure over
pleasure over pleasure.

When they became aware of the external world again, Mara was lying on
the control board with her eyes closed, thoroughly exhausted; with
Luke sunken onto her.

The master trader-cum-Jedi stretched out a hand to caress her
beloved's cheek. She stopped in surprise when her fingertips touched
a trail of moisture. "Luke, you're crying! Why?"

He struggled to find the words. "Because it's all so good. I never
had anything so good. I've been alone for so long; and now..."

"Now you'll never be alone again," Mara completed the sentence for
him. "I love you."

*I love you, Luke. I love you like my own soul; I love you as much as
I once hated you, and then some more.*

"I love you, too," the Jedi whispered as he held his darling close.
What a wonder, that in this small woman in his arms, he had found all
he'd ever wanted and more. There were no words for what he felt; but
then, they needed none. They were truly one soul.

~The End, and the Beginning~