Whisper Your Weakness

The insistent buzzing of his comm unit finally woke Luke. He looked over at his chrono and frowned when he saw that it was 0135. Who in the blazes…

He shuffled over to answer it, hoping that nothing was wrong. He knew it wasn’t Leia, as he would have sensed something, so that also ruled out Han and the kids. It couldn’t be Mara as she wasn’t due back for three more days. Oh, please, not a mission right now, he hoped and then felt slightly ashamed. He was a Jedi; his first duty should be to helping those in need.

But Mara’s due back in three days and I haven’t seen her in almost two weeks! They had been ‘seeing’ each other for about two months and in that time, there had only been about nine days with the two of them actually in the same place at the same time. Still, he knew that he would do what he must if this was a call for the Jedi Master rather than just plain Luke. He brushed his hands through his unruly hair and activated the comm unit.

“Took you long enough, Skywalker.”

“Mara!” he exclaimed in delight.

“Did I wake you, Farmboy? I hope you were dreaming about me,” she teased.

“As a matter of fact, I was. Where are you?” He could see that she was still on the Jade’s Fire and he hoped she wasn’t endangering herself by taking time out to call him.

She got a very mischievous look on her face as she answered. “I am just about to land on docking bay 437 on Coruscant.”

A surge of pure joy went straight through him. “Really!? I’ll come meet you--”

“No, no, not a good idea. I’ll come to your apartment.”

“Why is it not a good idea?” he asked, a bit disappointed.

“Because, Jedi, I am not going to be able to restrain myself from kissing you passionately the moment I see you and I don’t want an audience for our reunion,” she said, her voice nearly purring.

A surge of pure desire went straight through him. “Hurry,” he said hoarsely.

Luke paced back and forth in front of his door, checking the chrono on his wall for what had to be the hundredth time. She had called almost thirty minutes ago. Surely she should be here by now? He was on the verge of throwing some clothes on and going out to look for her when he sensed her presence coming down the hall. He forced himself to wait until she was right outside before he opened the door.

She didn’t say a word as she flung the bag she was carrying to the floor and jumped into his arms. Their mouths met in a passionate, desperate kiss as Luke’s arm flailed out and hit the panel to close his door. Her weight propelled him backwards into the wall of his foyer as she continued attempting to devour him with her mouth.

Her hands unzipped her flight jacket and she shrugged out of it, dropping it carelessly to the floor. Luke’s hands were cupping the sides of her face and he tried to pull away from her mouth for a moment.

“Bedroom--” he managed to say against her lips, because she wouldn’t let go.

“No bedroom. Right here. Need you now!” she muttered.

Oh… well… he could do that. He turned them around so that she was the one pinned to the wall. He pushed the front of her tunic up and unsnapped her bra with the Force. Thank goodness for front snaps, he mused and then he had no time to think anymore. His mouth found her breasts, teasing and suckling until she was moaning with desire.

Her hands yanked his sleep pants down until they pooled at his ankles. Thankfully, that was all he wore, because Mara might have ripped apart any additional clothing. She caressed the already hard length of him and he moaned into her chest. He used the Force again to unzip her pants, pushing them down and pulling them off. He started to bend down to help her out of her boots, but she wound her hand in his hair and pulled him back up.

“No time for that. I need you right now!” He grinned at her impatience and obliged her. He hooked her right leg over his arm and moved forward, smoothly entering her. She whimpered as she let her head fall forward to his shoulder. Luke groaned and reveled in the feeling of coming home.

He began to move, slowly at first and then faster and faster as their excitement grew. He reached down and hooked her other leg with his arm so that she couldn’t move at all, just go along for the amazing ride he was taking her on.

To his satisfaction, she screamed his first name again as she came and he responded a few seconds later by moaning hers in return. She hung limply in his arms for a long moment, both of them trying to catch their breath. Luke pulled away from the wall, still holding her, and carried her over to the couch, stepping out of his sleep pants as he did so. He fell backwards onto it so that she was sitting on his lap.

She snuggled into his shoulder before raising her head to look at him sleepily.

“Hi.”

“Hi, yourself.”

“Missed you.”

“Missed you, too.”

Mara lowered her head back to his shoulder with a sigh. After a few minutes, Luke realized she was sound asleep. He chuckled softly. She had to have flown for about two days straight to get here as quickly as she had. She was probably exhausted. Carefully, he pulled her tunic and her bra off. With some twisted maneuvering, he was able to remove her boots. He slid sideways to lie down on the couch, letting her rest on his chest. He reached up for the blanket he kept hanging over the back of the couch and covered them up. She slumbered on, oblivious.

He inhaled her scent deeply, his heart practically leaping at having her here with him. In only a few minutes, he, too, was sound asleep.

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“So what did you tell Leia about us?”

Luke looked down at her in disbelief. He was sitting on the couch, having awakened to Mara’s kisses. She was kneeling on the floor in front of him, where she had been making him very happy and she had paused to ask that?

“I’d rather not be thinking of my sister right now, thank you,” he said.

Mara smiled and took him into her mouth again. He put one hand on the back of her head and groaned with pleasure. Stopping again, she looked up at him expectantly and he groaned with frustration.

“I told her you were crazy about me, but that I was just using you for sex,” he grinned, but then yelped in pain as she took a little nip of him with her teeth.

Mental note, he thought, not a good idea to tease Mara Jade when she’s got your manhood in her mouth.

*Not a good idea to tease Mara Jade anytime, Farmboy,* she smirked as she picked up on his thought. Luke stuck his tongue out at her.

*Promises, promises.*

“Really, what did you tell her?” she asked aloud.

Luke sighed and reached down to hook her under the arms. He pulled her upwards and slowly lowered her down onto himself. She gave a little moan as she began to grind her hips into his, gripping his shoulders tightly.

“I told her…mmm…that I was…ahhh…with someone…but I didn’t…ohh, yes…tell her who,” Luke spoke brokenly, nearly lost in the pleasure that she was giving him.

Mara must have been satisfied with his answer as she didn’t ask any more questions, but she probably found it difficult to think when he took her nipple in his mouth and suckled. She drove her hands into his hair, pressing him closer.

They were trying to take it slower this time after that amazing, but far too short, experience in his hallway. Luke broke away from her breast to look up at her face. He watched until he could tell she was getting close and then he quickly rolled sideways, taking her beneath him and began to thrust long and deep. At the same time, he found her mouth and kissed her hard.

He felt it when she climaxed and was unable to resist joining her. She’d had him so close with her mouth earlier that it only took three deep thrusts and he was crying her name as he emptied himself inside her.

They lay still for a long moment and then he shifted around to let her lie on his chest, much as they’d fallen asleep last night. She lay with her ear on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it gradually returned to a normal rhythm. His hand came up from the floor where he’d flung it and grasped hers, their fingers intertwining.

Mara studied their joined hands for a long moment before turning her head to gaze at his face. He had his eyes closed and he looked utterly peaceful. As if he felt her stare, he opened his eyes and looked at her. They each smiled slowly, feeling content.

Luke was amazed at the feelings and emotions welling up inside him. This felt so right, being here with her. He opened his mouth to speak.

“Mara, I…” he paused as he saw the panic flare up in her eyes. She wasn’t ready to hear this, he realized. Maybe he wasn’t even ready to say it. He wanted everything from her, but he understood that she simply wasn’t able to do that yet. He longed to reach out to her with the Force, but he feared that would frighten her even more. Slowly, Skywalker, slowly, he reminded himself. “I really missed you.”

He saw the visible relief in her eyes as she returned his gaze. “Missed you, too, Skywalker.”

He frowned at her, his expression turning playfully petulant. “Are you only going to call me by my first name when we’re having sex?”

She tilted her head slightly to the side as though she were in deep thought and then nodded slowly. “Probably, yeah.”

She shrieked as his hand snuck around her body and goosed her down low. That began a tickling war that only ended when both of them were gasping for breath from laughing so hard. Mara ran her hand appreciatively over his firm chest.

“You really do have a beautiful body, Skywalker,” she murmured.

“Compliments?” Luke said in a mock-surprised tone. “But so do you, Jade.”

He ran his hands down her back and flared them over her hips. Interested now, they began a more thorough exploration of each others’ bodies, something they hadn’t made the time for up ‘til this point. Luke gave a happy cry at the tiny beauty mark that nestled just below her left shoulder blade. She shivered in delight as he kissed it and pronounced it his.

As they admired one another, they also couldn’t help but notice the many scars that each of them had. The exploration turned into an ‘I can top that’ contest on how they had acquired those marks.

“Ord Mantell. Damn bounty hunter snuck up on me with a vibroblade because he’d mistaken me for a bounty. Naturally, he soon realized his error,” Mara said with a smirk as Luke ran his finger along a ridge of skin that marked the back of her upper right shoulder. He smiled in tolerant amusement at her boast.

She reached up to his face and traced a scar that was on the underside of his jaw close to his ear on the right side. “And this one?” she asked.

To her surprise, his eyes clouded over and she could sense him pulling away from her a bit. Luke was silent for so long, Mara thought he wasn’t going to answer. When his reply came, it was almost inaudible.

“Bespin.”

With only the word, the emotions rolled back over him, nearly as strongly as they had ten years ago. Sometimes, he didn’t think he would ever get over it completely; the shock , the rage, the sheer pain. Mara watched as those same emotions flitted across his face even now. She sat quietly, unsure what to say. She hadn’t understood how deeply that day had affected him, how it affected him still, until this moment. Luke’s eyes met hers and she almost cringed at the pain and sadness that she saw there.

Luke had never spoken in detail of that day to anyone, not even Leia. His family and close friends knew the basic facts; that he had dueled Vader; had lost a hand, as well as his innocence, and even his faith for a short time. So Mara was surprised when he began to talk. He told her everything that had happened that day. He told her of his arrogance, his fears, his devastation. And he told her how he’d come by the scar.

“It was after I had refused to join him and I could see no other way out. There was no other option. It was him or it was death,” he said, his voice a monotone. “I chose death.”

Shuddering, he closed his eyes, the memories sharp and furious against his spirit. He continued as he opened his eyes, but he didn’t look at her. The whole time he had been speaking, his gaze had been focused on some nonexistent spot on the ceiling. “As I started to fall from the beam I was standing on, I slipped and the side of my chin hit the railing I’d been holding onto. I barely noticed it at the time. My whole right arm was in agony.”

“Why-” Mara paused to clear her throat. She hadn’t even realized she was getting choked up listening to his tale. “Why does that scar affect you so? Isn’t this one worse?” she asked quietly as she gently stroked his artificial hand.

He glanced down at her hand on his and frowned. “It’s…different. This one-” he indicated his jaw with his left hand “-is a reminder.”

“In what way?” she asked, a little confused. One would think that a bionic hand would be a terrible reminder.

Luke sighed as he tried to figure out a way to explain the difference he saw to her. “My father did this,” he said as he held up his right hand. “I did this,” he said, touching the scar on his jaw again. “It reminds me that I made the right choice,” he whispered.

Mara leaned forward onto his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. They lay there quietly for a time and then she softly kissed the scar.

“You usually do make the right choices, Luke,” she said.

He smiled at her conscious use of his first name and squeezed her tightly to himself, vowing silently that he was never going to let her go.

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