I was complaining to Alan this morning over IM about not being able to get my hands on Conquest until tomorrow, and unwittingly gave birth to a very adamant little bunny that would NOT let go of us. This is what it made me write. There are no spoilers for Conquest whatsoever, since I haven't found it yet, but I will warn you to keep a cold shower close by. I think you'll probably need it. This is the first smut I've written in almost 12 months, and to think I was worried I wouldn't be able to do it.... :-)

Crysta

Title: Conquest

Author: Crysta Novelli spacecase_7@yahoo.com

Characters: Luke and you

Category: ABH, humor

Rated: NC-17

Archive: Sure! Just ask me first though, so I can experience the short high of knowing someone actually wants it. :)

Feedback: Oh, yes, please... feedback's a wonderful thing!

Disclaimers: I don't own Luke, but I certainly wish I did.... Lucas can keep Tatooine and everything on it though. I've no use for it.

Summary: What do you do when you have to have something, but a cute farmboy stands in your way?

"Hey, watch it!" you snap as something bounces off your rear. Turning your head, you find the Jawa that just bumped into you staring up at your face, his beady little eyes glowing a bright yellow.

"Go on, get out of here," you say, waving your hands to shoo him away. Thankfully he gets the hint, and you finish safely stowing the day's purchases in the locked compartment of your landspeeder, before clasping your hands together in excitement.

Whirling around, you eye the bookshop that has been calling to you ever since you arrived in town. You'd deliberately ignored it until now, knowing that once you stepped through the door they'd never get you out, and you'd never finish running all the errands you needed to.

Running through a mental checklist once more, you're finally satisfied that you haven't forgotten anything. Coming into town was a luxury, and not something you got to do often, so if you forgot anything it would be a long time before you got a chance to come back for it. Your homestead, which lay on the edge of Beggars Canyon, was a long way from the nearest center of civilization, if this place could even be considered 'civilization'.

Smiling excitedly to yourself, you stroll confidently across the dusty street, dodging Jawas and humans, speeders and rontos. The closer you get to the entrance to the bookshop, the higher your anticipation grows. You've been dying to read the latest novel in your favorite series, and you'd purposely scheduled your trip into town for the beginning of the month so you would get it when it first came out.
Finally, you reach your destination. Ducking eagerly under the awning that helps shield the shop from the harsh twin suns, you head directly to the New Releases rack. Your eyes skim the datacards expectantly, while your fingers eagerly stroke the credits in your pocket.

Suddenly, you draw back, your eyes narrowing. Scanning the titles on the shelf again, you shake your head in disbelief. The novel you want isn't there. But it has to be! You know you will die if you have to wait until your next trip into town to get it!

"Can I help you?" a quiet voice intones from just behind you, and you blink, startled. Turning around, you come face to face with a blue eyed young man of about eighteen.

You narrow your eyes again, confused. The voice wasn't the only thing that wasn't what you'd expected. Usually the orator of that question was a crinkled old woman by the name of Larrouu, who owned the shop.

"Do you work here?" you ask curiously. Your last trip into town had been weeks ago, but you always stopped in this store before you left, and as far as your memory served you, you'd never seen this boy before. Not that he wasn't a pleasant sight to behold... Tanned skin from spending far too much time under the hot suns, light blonde hair that needed trimmed, yet fell around his face in a way you found quite adorable, and eyes bluer than anything you'd ever seen on this planet before.

"Yeah," he smiles, causing his eyes to light up and your heart to melt in one swift motion. "I've only been here a few days though. Larrouu needed some temporary help, and I need some extra credits so..." he trails off, his eyes lingering on your face. Suddenly, he realizes he's been staring and blushes. "Um, was there something I could help you find?" he asks again, switching his gaze from you to the row of datacards behind you.

You smile, remembering the reason you came into the shop in the first place. Biting your lower lip, you briefly hope he doesn't laugh at you, but your desire for the book wins over quickly. You'd much rather risk his opinion of you than go home without it.

"Yes," you reply. "I'm looking for Empire of Victory. It's new," you add.

He looks at you thoughtfully, and you can almost see the gears in his mind working. "I don't think I've seen that yet," he says after a moment. "Do you know who it's by?" he questions.

"Syek Gerg," you answer instantly.

"Oh!" The young man's eyes light up. "I love his books! I didn't realize he'd written a new one, though. The space battles are the best!" he says excitedly, and you can't help but grin. "Let me check and see if Larrouu has it in the back," he says helpfully.

"Thank you," you say, desperately hoping he finds it. Following him to the rear of the little shop, you pause next to the row of datacards marked "Fantasy", while he heads through a doorway to what you assume is the stockroom.

Browsing through the shelf's contents, you find several novels that sound interesting. If only you had enough credits on you to buy more than one... Somehow you know you'll probably spend the rest of your life on this dusty little planet. Reading was the only way you'd ever be able to see the universe, and life even managed to find a way to limit how often you did that.

After a few minutes, he reappears beside you, a sullen expression on his face. You immediately fear the worst.

"Oh, no... Don't tell me you don't have it," you groan, feeling your shoulders sag in despair.

The boy grimaces. "Well... I sort of have it..." he trails off, and you raise your eyebrow.

"What?" you demand. "How can you 'sort of' have it?"

"Well..." he says slowly, "There are a couple of copies in the back room, but Larrouu hasn't gone through them yet and priced them, so I'm afraid I can't sell them to you." His tone is apologetic, but your heart leapfrogs in your chest.

"Oh, no," you repeat in a low voice. "You can't do this to me. I'm not going to be back in town for weeks! I can't wait that long! I need that book!" You're practically whining now, but you don't even care. He has to realize how badly you need that datacard. If you have to walk out of here without it, knowing he has it in that back room, you'll just die. That is assuming he could even get you out of the shop.

"I'm sorry..." he says softly, and you look at him. He really does look sorry, you realize. Almost like he'd do anything to make it up to you.

Abruptly, you change your plan of attack. Whining never gets a girl anywhere, but you know something that might. Flashing him a pair of baby bantha eyes you've worked hard on perfecting over the years, you lean in closer to him and catch his eyes. "Is there anything I can do to get you to change your mind?" you plead softly, putting just the right amount of pain into your voice.

He swallows deeply, and for an instant you wonder what just flashed through his mind. Then you try hard not to grin, realizing that no matter what it was, you'd probably do it.

"I'm sorry," he says again, looking genuinely upset that he can't sell you the datacard. Shaking his head in tandem with his words, he backs up slightly, as if trying to get away from your unwavering gaze. "I can't sell anything that Larrouu hasn't authorized, and she's out of town today," he adds in a sympathetic tone that almost makes you feel bad for him.

"Stang," you curse softly under your breath, lowering your eyes to the floor in defeat. Sighing, you sag against the shelves behind you. Pausing a moment for effect, you then look up at him again, your eyes pleading with him full force.

"She might not notice if you sell it to me... And I'm sure she wouldn't mind that much..." You stand up straight and move a little closer to him, praying he'll take pity on you and give in.

"I... I can't, really," he says, swallowing deeply again. He takes a step backward to avoid your close proximity, and right into the wall you knew was there.

"Pretty please?" you ask, extending your lower lip and taking another step closer to him.
The boy gulps, and shakes his head. You can almost taste his fear at how close you are to him. Suddenly, he licks his lips nervously, and your heart skips a beat.

The next thing you know, you've leaned forward and there isn't even enough room to slide a datacard between the two of you. Your target identified, you close your eyes and go for the kill.

His lips are soft, and to your surprise he doesn't push you away. Instead, after a moment's hesitation, he actually responds to your gentle caresses, and you find yourself melting into the kiss. You press yourself against him and are pleasantly startled when you feel his tongue snake out of his mouth and trace your lips lightly. Parting your lips to allow him entry, he proceeds to slowly explore your mouth, taking over your quest. Apparently he's well practiced in the art of kissing, because in no time at all you pull away from each other, desperately seeking oxygen.

Your reason for entering the store in the first place completely forgotten, you pull back far enough to stare deep into those hypnotic blue eyes, inhaling sharply when you see the lust burning inside them. Something stirs in your core, and it's then that you notice the hard object pressing against your stomach.
Apparently he'd been as taken by you as you were by him.

"What's your name?" you breathe softly.

"Luke." The name rolls huskily off his tongue, and you close your eyes, savoring it.

Leaning forward, you whisper your name in his ear, then gently catch his earlobe between your teeth. He gasps lightly, and you feel a hand drift up your side and come to rest over your right breast. Teasing the pert tip of it expertly, he then helps himself to the soft flesh of your neck, licking, nipping, and sucking lightly.

You moan and release his earlobe, tilting your neck to give him better access. Letting your fingers trail up his arms, you wrap your arms around behind his neck and slide your fingers through his tousled hair.

He continues to tease you, and it's all you can do not to turn to putty in his arms. Soon you feel his right hand slide around to the front of your tunic, where he gently works it open. Following his lead, you pull yours arms around the front of him and hastily return the favor. He seems to be satisfied with merely baring your breasts to him, but you push his tunic over his shoulders and down his arms. His hands fall away from you long enough to let his tunic fall to the floor, and then they close over your naked breasts.
Looking up into Luke's eyes, you see nothing but hunger reflected in them. He catches your gaze, and upon seeing your desire for him reflected in your eyes, draws you in for another breathtaking kiss.

His hands feel perfect on your naked skin, and you raise your hands to his chest, returning the favor as your tongues duel in a silent tango. After what seems like both an eternity and a heartbeat, you are both once again breathless, pulling apart and wondering where all the oxygen on Tatooine has vanished to.

Your skin is on fire, but there is an even stronger fire burning inside of you. You know it burns just as fiercely in him as he dips his head and attempts to quench the heat. Inhaling sharply, you arch your back as his lips close around a nipple, soothing the fire on your skin, but stoking the inferno inside you. His tongue twirls merrily around your aroused nub while his hand continues to knead it's twin.

Finally, you've had enough teasing. "Luke," you gasp. "Need you... Want you..."

Coming up for air and staring into your eyes, and you try not to come from the sheer desire you see in them. A faint voice whispers in the back of your mind, and you faintly remember where you are - in the rear of the shop, pressed up against the back wall. In perfect view if anyone happened to enter the shop and start browsing. You doubt Larrouu even carries books this steamy in her inventory.

Somehow, Luke must have remembered your location as well, because almost in unison you tear yourselves away from one another long enough to tumble through the door to the stock room and close the door behind you.

Pressing you up against the wall, Luke once again assaults your mouth, his tongue probing deeply while something else probes insistently against your stomach. You allow him to retain control long enough for him to push your tunic off your shoulders, and then you break for air and swiftly reverse your positions.
Planting your hands on his chest and pressing him against the wall, you take a moment to appraise him. You have to admit that you are quite pleased with what you see. Taut muscles covered by bronze skin that disappears into the waistband of his pants makes you guess he's a farmboy, used to manual labor, although you'd never guess it from the softness of his hands.

Catching your approving smile, he grins back at you bashfully, and then it's his turn to size you up. Not content to just stand there while his eyes devour you, you decide to do a little devouring of your own. Sliding your hands down his beautiful chest, you reach the drawstring of his pants and deftly untie it. Easing them over his narrow hips, you allow your hands to brush over his rear on their way down. You let his pants fall to the floor, and then reach back up to the waistband of his shorts, repeating your previous step.

His now freed arousal juts proudly into the air, and once again you inhale sharply. Was there nothing about this boy that wasn't breathtaking?

Not giving him a chance to act, you drop to your knees in front of him and wrap your hand around his length. Extending your tongue, you gently lick the secretion from the tip, smiling as his entire body shivers. You kiss the head, then slowly take him in your mouth. You feel him try not to buck his hips as you suck him, but the moan that escapes from deep within him does so without inhibition.

Finally, his hands land on your shoulders and he gently pushes you away. "Stop..." he moans softly, and you can tell that he's close. You comply, and rise unsteadily to your feet, where you once again press your lips to his.

Luke returns your kiss, while his hands pass over your body to grip the waistband of your pants. They undo the buttons with ease, then lower them off your hips and let them fall to the floor. Wrapping his hands around behind you, he slides them over your rear, squeezing gently. Letting go, he then slides his hands up your body, where he gently caresses your cheeks before gently pulling your face from his.
Once again he catches your eyes, and you shiver from the passion you see. You hold each other's gaze for a moment, until he finally looks away, over your shoulder. Turning, you see what he's looking at - a short stack of brown blankets piled in the far corner.

"Don't go away," he says huskily, caressing your cheek softly. You shake your head, certain that a herd of stampeding banthas couldn't tear you away from him right now. He bends down to remove his boots and pants so he can cross the room without breaking his neck, then goes to retrieve the blankets. While he spreads them out hastily on the small section of floor not covered by shelves, boxes, and datacards, you work on removing your own boots and pants.

Finally, the blankets are down and you are both completely nude, save for the tiny piece of cloth that still covers your jewel. Luke helps you down onto the blankets, and lies beside you, gazing down into your fiery eyes. His fingers drift from your face, over your breasts, down your stomach, to between your legs, and you arch your back as he strokes your wetness through the fabric. His lips follow the path his fingers just took, kissing you gently on your lips, chin, the nape of you neck, and down the center of your chest and stomach, until he reaches his goal. Spreading your legs wide, he lowers his head and you gasp as his tongue traces it's way over your lips through the thin fabric of your undergarments.

His hands reach for the waistband while his tongue continues to probe, and then he suddenly sweeps the fabric over your hips and down your legs. He again spreads your legs wide, and you try not to cry out as his mouth finds your wetness and his tongue slides between your lips.

He suckles you expertly, circling your clitoris with his tongue, then delving deep inside you. You wriggle and moan, crying out as he suddenly slips two fingers inside of you. Feeling like you're about you burst at any moment, you cry out his name as he pumps in and out, wanting his erection inside of you, and not his fingers.
You cry his name once more, louder this time, as he rubs your clit and you come, stars exploding before your eyes. He continues to suckle you, lapping up your sweet nectar until you return from your ride across the solar system.

Breathing heavily, you moan his name once more, and this time he complies, sliding up your body to capture your lips with his. Feeling empty now without his fingers inside you, you spread your legs and feel his shaft rub against you. "Please..." you beg, and it's all he needs to hear.

In one swift motion, he buries himself within you, and your back arches off the floor. Your hands tangle in his hair as he begins to thrust, your hips rocking together in perfect harmony. His lips claim yours once again, and his tongue mimics the thrusting of his shaft within you. You feel yourself climbing higher and higher towards the stars you always dream of, until once again you rocket off into oblivion, your muscles clenching him tightly inside of you. You feel him thrust a few more times, until he reaches his own climax, his warm seed spilling into your cavity, and together you ride out the waves of your passion.

Certain you've finally died and entered that land your mother had told you of when you were younger, you collapse against the blankets, unwilling to release the young man you've just shared the most explosive experience of your life with. You stroke his face gently, and he looks up at you and smiles headily. You grin back at him, and he kisses you again.

Reluctantly, he finally draws back, slowly getting to his feet. He offers you his hand, and you reach out and take it, allowing yourself to be pulled to your feet. Luke hands you your clothes, and together you slowly dress, both of you still caught up in the power of what you'd just done. He refolds the blankets and stacks them in their corner, and as you glance around at the boxes of datacards in the room, you suddenly remember why you'd entered the store in the first place.

Smiling at him, you can't help but ask, "I don't suppose I managed to convince you to sell me the novel, did I?"

Luke doesn't disappoint you, but answers with what you'd expected. "I'm sorry," he replies, his flushed skin paling slightly. "As much as I wish I could..."

"That's all right," you interrupt him. "Now I have a reason to come back," you say before kissing him lightly on the cheek. Smiling at him, you reach for the door handle, open it, and walk out, your thoughts so preoccupied with how soon you'll be able to come to town again that you don't even notice the crinkled old woman shelving datacards off to your right.

~ fin ~

So many stupid people. So few comets.