Whisper Your Weakness

He reached out and cupped one hand at the back of her neck and the other around her waist and pulled her sharply to him. She didn’t have a chance to protest before he kissed her, hard and hungrily. For just a moment, her whole body stiffened in surprise and the tiny part of his brain that wasn’t reveling in the feel and taste of her mouth was worried that she was about to slug him.

Then, to his amazement, she moaned and completely melted against him, returning the kiss with heartfelt passion. She very nearly leapt straight into his arms as she hooked her leg behind his knee so that their hips cradled each other. He shuddered with delight as she wriggled her hips against the evidence of his desire for her.

They broke apart from each other with a gasp and took a step back, staring intently into each other’s eyes. Questions were asked and answered without either of them speaking a word.

*Do you want this?* He already knew the answer. He could see it in her face, in her body, but he wanted things absolutely clear between them.

*Oh, yes.* She wanted this more than she wanted air to breathe at that moment.

He started to step towards her, but suddenly there was another voice in his head, worried and questioning.

*Luke, are you all right?*

Sith! Leia! He closed his eyes, appalled at her timing, but not really surprised. The emotions coursing through him were so strong, he was probably broadcasting like a beacon.

*Later, Leia. I can’t talk right now.* He hoped that would be enough to deter her, but he should have known better.

*What’s going on? I’m sensing something strange from you. It’s so intense.*

*Can’t talk now, Leia! I’ll explain later!* he sent urgently and then, wincing as he did so, he cut her off. He knew he’d have hurt feelings to deal with later, but at this moment, all he could think about was Mara. He briefly concentrated on shielding everyone and everything else out except her. He definitely wanted her to be in. He desperately wanted to be in her.

He opened his eyes to find Mara smiling at him knowingly. He returned the smile and held his hand out to her. She moved forward fluidly and placed her hand in his. Walking backwards, he led her unerringly into his bedroom, their eyes never breaking contact.

They walked slowly into the bedroom, he going to one side of the bed, and she to the other. Their eyes locked onto one another, they began to undress. Luke’s stare seemed to burn right through her as she unzipped her flight suit and shrugged it off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to his gaze.

By the same token, as he pulled his pants off and stepped out of them, she found her eyes riveted to that part of him that made him magnificently male. Unconsciously, she licked her lips and Luke’s mouth curved into a smile. Finally, they stood completely naked, each assessing the other.

Luke found he was out of breath, simply because he’d forgotten to breathe. She was petite, and due to her athletic background as an assassin and a smuggler, she wasn’t quite as rounded or curvy as some of the women he’d been with, but she was perfect.

Mara let her eyes roam over Luke’s muscular chest and arms, proof positive that the Jedi Master still held to the physical part of the training as well as the mental. He wasn’t very much taller than she was, but he was perfect.

They moved forward at the same time, crawling onto the bed on hands and knees and meeting in the middle. Their mouths met in another kiss, slower and gentler this time, their tongues dancing off each other. They kneeled face-to-face as hands came up to begin learning bodies. His thumbs rasped over her nipples and a tiny moan flowed from her mouth to his.

Her palms slid over his shoulders, caressing the strong muscles and then they slid down his chest to float over the hard plane of his belly. Luke’s breath caught in a gasp as her teasing touch barely brushed his swollen member. His mouth broke away from hers to trail down her neck and followed where his thumb had been only moments before.

He teased her for a long moment, the tip of his tongue lightly grazing her nipple once, and then again. Mara groaned as her hands came up to clasp the back of Luke’s head, urging him to take more. He continued to torture her until her groans began to take on an edge of anger. He smiled to himself as he decided he’d better give her what she wanted or she might still consider reinstating the death mark she’d once had on him.

Mara’s groan turned into a little scream as Luke took her nipple into his mouth and suckled. He moved to her other breast and gave it the same tender attention. He pushed gently and Mara suddenly found herselfher her back, Luke leaning over her.

“I’m going to taste every part of you,” he promised, his voice rumbling through her senses, sending a thrill down her spine.

Mara shivered as he proceeded to make good on his vow. He started at her toes and kissed his way up her legs, lingering at points that seemed to make her particularly excited. Mara waited breathlessly for him to reach that one place that was sure to send her into ecstasy, but to her frustration, when he reached her inner thigh, he merely grazed his breath over her and moved upwards to her belly.

“Skywalker,” she moaned his name in disappointment.

“What?” he whispered with a smile, knowing full well what she wanted.

“You know what,” she muttered.

“What do you want, Mara?”

“I want--” she broke off as his tongue gently dipped into her belly button and at the same time, his fingers gently brushed the curls where she wanted his mouth to be.

“What do you want, Mara?” he repeated.

“I want…I want you to kiss me…there,” Mara breathed, suddenly feeling awkward and shy.

“Here?” he asked as he lightly brushed his fingers over her again.

“Yes,” she answered, her voice reduced to a hiss.

“Will you give me what I want?” Again with the soft caress and this time, his thumb gently pressed the tiny nub that was aching for his mouth. She gasped and bucked her hips upward against his hand.

“Anything!” she cried. She needed this so bad she’d probably slice off a finger if he asked her to at this point. Maybe even one of her own.

“Anything?”

She growled in frustration when she heard him chuckle softly. “Skywalker…” she said, her tone a serious warning.

He surged upwards and kissed her mouth harshly, taking her very breath away. After a moment, he trailed a line of kisses across her cheek over to her ear. His fingers continued to tease her down below as he whispered to her.

“All I want, Mara, is for you to say my name while I taste you. My first name. I want you to scream it over and over. Can you do that, Mara?” His lips nibbled at her earlobe and she shuddered.

“Yes, yes, yes, I can do that,” she said, her breath coming in short little pants.

“Do you promise?”

“I promise. I swear.”

He slid back down her body, his gaze holding hers and Mara was reminded of a brema cat paralyzing its prey. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his. Until the moment his mouth finally claimed her. She threw her head backwards and arched her back as a jolt of pure pleasure ripped through her like force lightning. It was more intense than any feeling she had ever known.

“Luke!”

He smiled in satisfaction as he continued to pleasure her. Before long, she was chanting his name like a mantra as he drove her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Her body abruptly stiffened and Luke could actually feel the tremors of her orgasm against his mouth. She went limp and lay there with her eyes closed, gasping, as he kissed her softly one last time.

He crawled up and lay beside her, nuzzling her neck. “Did that please you?” he asked, his voice like shimmersilk in her ear. She could only nod in response. Her breathing gradually slowed and she turned her head to look at him. Her smile had a definite wicked edge to it.

“My turn.”

A few minutes later, he was the one lying flat on his back as she rained kisses all over his chest. She followed the path he had taken earlier in reverse, sliding her way ever so slowly down his body. She wasn’t in the mood to tease as he had done and he moaned as her mouth sucked him in almost to the base.

“Oh, gods, Mara!”

His hands were tangled in her hair and his head rolled from side to side on the mattress as her lips and tongue worked him as expertly as any courtesan might have done. He was gasping for air and still unsatisfied as she finally raised her head and gave him a seductive smile.

*I need you inside me.* Her voice sang inside his head, almost as intimate as the act she’d just performed.

*Oh, yes. Right now.* he sent back, an edge of desperation coloring his senses.

Mara raised herself up slowly and Luke watched, mesmerized, as she stretched upwards. She carefully placed her knees on either side of his hips and hovered above him. Luke felt sweat break out of every pore of his body, the anticipation about to kill him. He looked up at her eyes and groaned at the teasing glint there. Payback time, he thought to himself, but he almost looked forward to it.

“What do you want, Skywalker?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.

“You,” he answered hoarsely.

“You’ve got to be a little more specific than that, Farmboy,” she said with a grin.

Luke grinned back at her. He couldn’t let her think she had to be in control of everything. He needed to reassert his command of the situation, so to speak. He reached out and took her hand gently in his. Her eyes met his in surprise, but she didn’t resist him. He guided their hands to his erection and curled both of them around it, stroking it, speaking softly as he did so.

“I want this…”

Their hands moved up slightly to palm the mound that was hovering so close and she gasped and closed her eyes as he deftly slipped one of his fingers barely inside her.

“…in here.”

She had lost the ability to speak or even send her thoughts to him. All she could do was nod and whimper as he pulled their hands apart and raised the finger that had been a part of her so briefly to his mouth and kissed it.

“Now,” he whispered.

She couldn’t deny him or herself any longer. She lowered her hips until she felt the tip of him brush against her entrance. He gave a muffled little groan as the head slipped inside. Torturously slowly, he filled her as she slid down. For an eternity, they lay there frozen, barely breathing, as they were finally joined completely. Luke’s hands settled on her hips and urged her to move.

“Please, Mara,” he moaned and he realized he wasn’t as much in control as he thought he was. He hadn’t known how much he needed her until this moment. He pushed those thoughts away for the time being. Neither of them was quite ready to deal with all that just yet.

Mara rocked her hips forward slowly and both of them gasped aloud at the rush of sensation. Luke’s hands drifted upwards to her breasts as she moved sinuously over him. She leaned forward so that he could take her nipple into his mouth. One hand teased the other nipple as his other hand splayed against her back, tracing a line down her spine to caress the curve of her buttock.

Her movements grew faster and more frantic as Mara began to get closer to that perfect moment again. Luke stared at her as she began to moan softly, her pleasure making his own seem much more intense. To his extreme delight, she cried out his first name again as she reached the pinnacle. She collapsed onto his chest, breathing heavily.

He rolled her over smoothly, staying inside her the whole time. “I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured, even though he was about to burst with the need to climax. She looked up at him in surprise as he began to thrust into her slowly. Her eyes fluttered closed and she arched up into him.

“But you--”

“I’m not finishing until you’re too exhausted to breathe, until you can‘t take any more. Can you handle that, Jade?” he taunted teasingly.

She brought her hands up and grasped the sides of his head, kissing him hard and biting his lower lip just a little beyond gently.

“Bring it on, Farmboy,” she whispered with an impish smile.

Two hours later, they conceded the fact that their little competition might fairly be considered a draw. Luke had indeed exhausted Mara, bringing her to satisfaction numerous times until she very nearly begged him to stop. Her body was quivering from pleasure but Luke knew she would never utter the words and finally, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

When he did allow himself to finish, it was almost painful in its intensity and he ended up as exhausted as she was. They lay still tangled together for a long time, as their bodies cooled and their heart rates returned to normal. Eventually, he worried that he was too heavy and he rolled off of her and they both lay there, staring up at the ceiling, basking in the glow of satisfaction surrounding them.

They drifted off to sleep, their hands clasped together. When Luke awoke, he squinted an eye at his chrono and realized they’d been asleep for two hours. He’d never slept that long in the middle of the day. Mara stretched languorously beside him as she came back to reality.

“Stars, I have wanted that for so long,” Mara said.

This surprised Luke. Not the fact that she had wanted this between them--he’d felt the sparks between them for weeks now--but that she would admit it out loud. As intense as the lovemaking had been, they had both carefully kept their personal shields in place. Neither of them had ever been with another Force-sensitive person before and the prospect frightened them, although they would die rather than acknowledge the fact. At least, Luke was sure Mara felt that way. He had found himself very tempted to reach out to her with the Force several times in the last few hours and had only restrained himself because he’d feared what her reaction might have been.

Now, at her statement, he looked over at her in curiosity. He levered himself up onto his elbow, propping his head in his hand. With his free hand, he reached over and idly began tracing circles on her stomach.

“You have, hmm? How long, exactly?”

She looked into his eyes, her expression utterly serious for a moment. “Since Myrkr.”

He looked at her in shock and his hand stilled on her abdomen. “Really?” he asked, his confusion showing. She nodded, but didn’t speak. His gaze became too intense and she turned her head away. Luke almost groaned in frustration. He didn’t want this to be a one-time affair, but he instinctively knew that he would have his work cut out for him breaking through her many barriers. Best lighten the mood a bit, he mused to himself.

“You know,” he drawled carelessly, “the blaster in my ear might not have been the best way to show that.”

Mara smacked him in the chest in amused irritation and Luke could read the relief in her eyes that the serious moment had passed.

“I didn’t want to show you, Skywalker! I barely understood what I was feeling at all. And for you, of all people.”

He frowned at her. “You had no problems calling me Luke a little while ago.”

“I was distracted a little while ago.”

He leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips. “Do you think you might do it again if I…distracted you some more?” he whispered.

“Maybe,” she said with a smile as he leaned down to kiss her again.

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