Mary&Sue, or the Tragical History...

Our zoo gets an upgrade – the pig morphs into a rabbit: Mary’s
POV

Now it was becoming a real vacation: we shared a thousand precious moments
with our lovers. Amazingly the ship’s repairs didn’t suffer from that.
Maybe it was a result of the lessening tension between the Sith and the
Jedi. It was increasingly rarely that one of them drove their playful competition
in a nasty direction (um, normally my cute stripe-face was responsible
for such actions). However, the successful repairs had their negative aspects.
Already the boys were complaining of the shortage of suitable tools, and
the day was now imminent when the ship would be stripped of items that
it could do without and all materials thus gained would be recycled. To
put this deadline off as far as possible, Sue had suggested borrowing whatever
was necessary from the neighbours. So, from time to time — like, for example,
at the moment — Sue went on a begging tour, accompanied by the tall Jedi
beast of burden. We also scrapped the escape pod for parts, but as it had
suffered greatly, and did not have much that was compatible with the Infiltrator
to begin with, the spoils from that particular raid were nothing to speak
of.

Maul and I were left at home — he, as always, glued to the computer
screen, wreaking havoc on a plate of apples (crunchy! juicy! delicious!),
I submerged in the difficult task of figuring out how to iron his baggy
trousers.

"Mm-ruh? Hut duh 'bht-tra...po...all-ybtic' hnnn?"

"Hmm?" I didn’t lift my head, deeply immersed in my work, which was
already well underway towards complete success. "What?"

Maul finished with his mouthful of apple and repeated much more clearly:
"Postapocalyptic. What does it mean?"

"Ah. That's what remains of a scenery after a Sith on warpath has passed
through."

"Oh. Right" Maul sank his teeth into the next apple with a mouth-watering
crunch and thought for a moment. "But then you might as well drop the 'post'
part. I haven't finished with you yet."

I cocked an eyebrow. Finished what? He threw me a stop-playing-the-innocent
glance. I made him a face. He growled back. I laughed...

Maul’s keen senses had alerted him much earlier than I became aware
of the sound ootsootsteps in our yard. We exchanged a gaze — I didn't have
to nod in threctrection of the backroom door; Maul had vanished almost
before the thought that he should hide was quite finished in my head.

Someone knocked on the door — well, a pretended knock it was, because
the local constable let himself in without waiting for permission. Probably
Qui’s mind-whammying Force spell had dissolved or the remonstrance of Gunnar’s
elder sister had lost power — anyway, my almost-lover was back once again.

"Hi, Mary. Alone?" He looked around, skimming over some books and paper
on the desk, peeping on the computer’s screen, finally plopping on the
sofa. "Doesn’t seem so."

"Yeah." I continued my ironing work. "If you want to speak with Sue,
you'll have to come back later."

"Um, no..." He rested his forearms heavily on his knees, folding and
unfolding his hands in search for the right start, then sent me a tilted
gaze. "You know, I am here for you."

I intensified my ironing work.

"Mary." He took a deep breath and put his hands firmly on his knees.
"I have given you a long time to rethink your words. Almost a year. Well,
those were harsh words. Still, I have been keeping an eye on Sue and you
all the time to protect you and all that, although..."

"Although you were hurt," I finished his sentence. His self-righteous
manner was so boringly predictable.

"Yes." Gunnar nodded, seemingly pleased at how fast I could catch up
with his thoughts. An indication of how same-minded we must be. "I was.
But it’s over now."

Congratulations, I thought, now we're through. But his next sentences
showed me how utterly wrong I was.

"I must have been blind, Mary. You didn’t want to refuse me then. You
wanted to test me. You don’t like the fainthearted." Satisfied with hieep eep understanding of the intricacies of female psychology, he chuckled.
"I haven't been trying hard enough." Another chuckle. "And you like to
play hard-to-get, don’t you? But now I've made up my mind — my sis convinced
me to stay away from you for a while — not her worst
idea, 'cause I could make my mind up. I must take better care of you, I
discovered."

"How nice," I managed to insert into his monologue. So the piggy would
appear even more frequently in my life?! That he had developed a philosophy
about my preferences I marginally noticed as a ‘bonus’.

"Yes, isn’t it? I expected you would think so. And perhaps—e wae watched
the tips of his boots, clasping and unclasping his hands again nervously.
"Perhaps you would like to come with me on vacation." He glanced up to
me, begging, and then scrutinized again on his shoe-tips as he continued.
"It will be only for two weeks. From next Monday on. A motorbike trip.
Everything is prepared. I asked one of my mates for his bike. So you can
ride mine. A two-week trip right through tountountry. With the bikes. Only
you and me." Toward the end his voice faded out.

This left me speechless. I put the iron away. Not that there was any
doubt his affection meant nothing for me. But how to deal with this...
Only a short time ago I wouldn't have thought twice about giving Gunnar
an advice to go into the bathroom to relieve himself, or a similar ultimate
to to leave me alone. But now... His offer, translated into my language,
meant very much. I really did want to finish the thing in dignity for us
both, but I had no idea how. Ah, the cursed influence of a peace-making
Jedi in this house! I felt empathy, but didn’t know ho aco act on it. Shaitan!

Gunnar misinterpreted my silence as surprise and opened his lips to
persuade me further, but nothing came out of his mouth. Suddenly I was
aware that the air in the room had chilled. Even the light became a degree
‘colder’. I turned my head to find the reason for Gunnar’s mesmerization.
I should havpectpected something likat. at. Darth Maul stood, leaning casually
against the frame of the backroom door, his well-muscled biceps and strong
forearms crossed over the mighty, bare red and black chest. The unblinking
stare of his yellow eyes was a wordless declaration of war. I looked back
at Gunnar. The man sitting on the sofa didn’t move. A rabbit incarnate,
watching his approaching death, the snake. His wide opened eyes allowed
me a glimpse right into his brain. Empty.

"...What is this...?" Gunnar breathed finally.

Painfully I searched for appropriate words or gestures to avoid the
explosion, to unwind the tension. But obviously I had adopted Gunnar’s
mindset — main ain was empty too.

Meanwhile, Maul strode over to me, wrapping his arm around my waist.
He bared his teeth in a threatening snarl.

Finally a dim idea what to do lit-up in my head. I muttered: "Oh, he's...
my friend, the actor... you know?" and turned to Maul: "Wow! The optician
has outdone himself with your new contact lenses. What a brilliant yellow!"
the Sith had left the building, and I was standing between a jealous constable
and a striped and obviously equally jealous ‘actor’.

"Don't you dare approach my woman," Maul hissed at who he thought
was his rival, in his best blood-chilling tone.

"...The actor!" ached Gunnar. His face contorted in pain, and
then anger. His glance traveled over Maul from his horns over his striped
body to his boots. Not a single detail of the horned man's possessive gesture
had missed the still wide-open eyes of the young constable. "So. You prefer
to be fucked by a painted clown."

For a second my mind went through all body-parts of Gunnar that could
be potential landing fields for my iron, but then I placed a calming hand
on Maul's shoulder.

"Indeed." My voice, I'm proud to say, was colder than the ice caves
of Hoth. "I really prefer to be fucked by this particular clown.
Now, if you please, get out. You are not welcome here any more."

"You didn't seem to think this way last summer," Gunnar sneered.

Before I could even answer, Maul leaned toward him with an ominous scowl.
"You!" his pronunciation made every single word fall like an stroking axe.
"Go now, and maybe you'll live."

"Are you threatening me, actor?" Gunnar shifted his weight slightly,
his right hand prepared to grab his service weapon.

"Yes! You as much as look at her again, and you're dead."

I was saved by the arrival of Qui-Gon and Sue during the last words.

"Oh, hi, Gunnar, how are you?" Sue chirped, smiling sweetly. "Want a
cup of coffee?"

I stared. The guy is insulting me in my own house, and here comes
Sue with her coffee talk! I could have murdered her with my glare.

"I have just been threatened, and I'm not gonna let it lie," the constable
growled.

"Oh, I'm sure he didn't mean that, officer," Qui said quickly, with
a nod of greeting and an almost casual wave of hand. "He's a funny guy,
you see. A kind heart, but a murderous mouth. Let's forget it."

"...Forget it..."

Gunnar at least had the dignity to depart without further delay, refusing
coffee, thank Allah or the Force or whatever. As the door closed behind
him, Maul grabbed Jedi by the throat. "A funny guy?" ?"

"Go get a cold shower," Qui-Gon rumbled. "If he walks out of here and
comes back with reinforcements, what will you do then? You and your diplomacy."
He shook himself free of the Sith. "Galaxy rulers indeed."

I shrugged. "I hope he won't come back any more, after this." Avoiding
Maul's eyes I retd tod to my ironing. We were happily rid of Gunnar, but
the only contribution I had made to our victory was that I had been the
reason of the problem and had almost screwed it all up with my awkward
attempt to play moderator in the argument between my... ahem, lovers.

However, Maul didn’t forgive or forget so easily. He took me in his
arms and growled silently, while running his fingers through my short hair:
"I should ly hly hide you in a jewelry-box." Had he truly been afraid of
losing me...?


 


 


 


 

Code Question: Sue's POV.

After supper I rose to clear the table and Mary helped me. Somewhat
to my surprise Qui-Gon offered help, so I was very pleased to leave the
dishwashing to him, for once gettine eae easy task of putting away clean
dishes. Maul followed us into the kitchen and sat at the table, looking
very pleased with himself and being a nuisance.

"Do all Jedi do women’s work?" he asked with the most innocent expression
his fierace ace could produce.

"We do what needs to be done," Qui-Gon answered calmly.

Then, in a mocking expression as if it had just occurred to him, Maul
slapped his forehead. "But of course, how could I forget! You beggars can’t
afford droids, and your code forbids you to have women to do it."

"The code," Mary caught the keyword that offeredomfoomfortable change
of subject. "Tell me, Qui, does it really forbid you to have any relationship
with women?"

"Clearly not, Mary, I think you have seen it."

"Seen what?"

"I am having a relationship now. I wouldn’t, if the code forbade it.
I am a Jedi, after all."

"A Jedi on vacation," Maul snickered.

"A Jedi on vacation is still a Jedi," Qui-Gon retorted in his smooth
manner.

"So, Jedi, what does your code say about it?"

Qui-Gon appeared to consider. "Nothing, directly," he said finally.
"Except that we s the the Republic and should avoid anything that would
hinder our service. And also we should avoid anything that would consciously
harm other beings — and that clearly includes hurting them. Which an irresponsible
relationship would do. We also are very strongly discouraged to create
any liabilities in our lives, which could in some situations compromise
our neutrality and impartiality. I think this is mainly what the code says
that can be associated with relationships and marriages."

"To avoid hurting others..." I mused as we finished work and moved back
to the living room. "That is clearly a double-edged sword."

Qui-Gon agreed.

"So you don’t think that this affair with Sue isn’t irresponsible?"
Maul asked. "You’ve let her support you, you even let her do little things
that you Jedi beggars usually do for yourselves — you know, things like
cooking, washing, all these women’s jobs, and at night you let her pleasure
you, while all the time you’ve been planning to leave her? Doesn’t seem
like a responsible relationship to me. It rather looks like you’re using
her — and using Mary, too."

"Much to my shame, I am," Qui-Gon said — as calmly as ever.

"And yet you say you are still a Jedi," Maul argued. I giggled and saw
it was time to come to my Jedi lover’s aid.

"I can explain it to you," I winked at the Sith and noticed from the
corner of my eye how Qui-Gon’s eyebrows rose in surprise, "only if first
you tell me what your Sith code says on these matters. Yeah, I know you’re
having a relationship — a more original answer, please."

Maul looked at me with his dragon eyes of red and gold where the black
pupils stood out startlingly. Now, apparently, it was his turn to consider
the matter.

"Since you both know so much about us, you can make guesses, and I will
say if you are right or wrong," he offered.

"Nah, who would believe a Sith," Mary teased.

"I will speak the truth," Maul said solemnly, with a dangerous edge
in his voice: how dare we doubt his words!

"Very well," I started. "My first guess is, your most important thing
is your goal to rule the galaxy and your loyalty to the master. These things
cannot be compromised."

"True," Maul said. I thought I caught a flicker of surprise in his face,
but I may have been mistaken.

"Your turn," I waved to Mary.

"Well...You can take your pleasure, insofar as it does not interfere
with what Sue said?"

"True. Well, almost."

"Almost? Please elaborate, oh Sith on Vacation," Qui-Gon said. Well,
well, I thought, our domestic Jedi can be as acid as anything.

"A master may require that his apprentice live in total celibacy, if
he sees fit."

"Keeping the apprentice for himself," Mary guessed.

"No, when I say celibacy I mean celibacy. No masters wom women, no men,
no animals, no nothing. No hand. Total celibacy. Even for dreams you get
punished."

"Poor apprentices," I snickered. "Well, I guess that may go under ‘loyalty
to master’ clause, if we expand it — ‘loyalty and obedience’."

"There is no such thing as ‘poor apprentices’," Maul defended himself.

"Oh yes," Mary interrupted, "it makes you stronger, blah, blah, blah.
Everything for the greater glory of the Sith."

"It teaches control," Maul said quietly, but proudly.

"Your master demanded total celibacy from you?" Qui-Gon asked.

"I was celibate until 25." Maul’s tone was easy. Well, almost too easy.

"So", I tried to summarize, "he may demand it, but then, on other occasions,
he may not. It all depends on the Master’s orders."

"Sith rule," Mary laughed, "The only rules are the master’s latest instructions."
Qui-Gon laughed heartily at it and Maul threw him a nasty glance.

"You owe me an explanation," he shot then, turning to me.

"Oh my, you are relentless," I smirked at him. "Qui-Gon — will you support
me? Will you stop me when my imagination runs too wild?" The Jedi nodded,
watching me with some interest, no doubt wondering what I would say. "Well
then — listen very carefully... (I noticed Mary grin.) First, the way Qui-Gon
explained the code, in no absolute terms, it would mean that an accidental
slip doesn’t automatically stop you from being a Jedi."

I looked at Qui-Gon for confirmation. He nodded.

"Second, I think that, doing what he must, or doing the will of the
Force, a Jedi may someday find himself in a situation when observing the
code is not the right thing to do. Moreover, a Jedi may also find himself
in a situation where any choice he would make would cause some hurt or
injure. That’s why I said it’s a double-edged sword."

Mauddeddded.

"You have a deep understanding of the code," Qui-Gon said. "So do you,
Mary. In fact, I admire your way of thinking."

"Also I believe in this instance Qui-Gon was following the code. I —
we all actually, but mostly I — had put him in a situation where (I felt
myself blush) — well, where I had been seriously offended if he hadn’t...
err... said what he said."

I stopped. Maul still watched me expectantly. "Go on, make your point,"
he said.

Mary came to my aid. "I believe we are all adults," she said, "and fully
capable of deciding for ourselves, which in fact excludes the possibility
of letting ourselves be used by another. Which also goes for you, Maul.
I don’t feel you are using me or taking advantage of me in any way. You
may feel relief," she finished with a majestic dismissing hand-wave.

I giggled and saw Qui-Gon’s mouth twitch. Maul scowled. "I do not appreciate
your attempts to laugh at me. Why would you have been offended, Sue?"

"Come on, Maul," Mary urged, "stop teasing her. You got your answer.
I don’t know how it is in your world, but here it is considered less than
tactful to press someone for personal details."

"No." Maul could be very obstinate. "She promised me an answer and I
want it. No implications, no hidden meanings — I want you to say it all
out."

"Hah! Playing master and apprentice, are you?" Playfully I tugged at
one of his horns. "Okay, I will — someday. Perhaps." We all laughed.

Mary switched on the radio and sat behind the computer. Sweet night
music flooded the darkening room. Swiftly, Maul moved to her side, saying,
"Let’s read something."

"About you?" Mary looked at him, with a touch of irony padded with a
good portion of tenderness in her eyes. She logged into our personal archive
of favourite fictions.

"Anything. About me would do fine. How about something hot?" He lifted
Mary, sat on her chair and placed her on his lap.


 


 


 


 

Sue continues her Jedi Training: Sue's POV

Qui-Gon stepped to me, nodding questioningly towards the door. I took
his hand and followed.

"Come visit me," he said, leading me to the stairs. There he stopped,
looked me in the eye and — suddenly lifted me into his arms.

"Qui! You don’t have to"
<"

"I want to. Let me."

So I wrapped my arms around his neck and nibbled his ear all the way
up, until he put me down in his small attic chamber. He bent down to kiss
my neck lightly and then let me go, caressing my back.

"So you think I only do my duty as a Jedi?" he asked teasingly.

"I don’t know what you do," I said. "You tell me."

He cocked his head and just looked at me, a smile in his eyes. Then
his hand on my back found its way between my blouse and skirt, hot against
my cool skin. I arched back and gasped. He laughed softly into my hair
and bent down to kiss me — lightly on my lips, then more hungrily on my
neck.

Miraculously, my blouse disappeared, and all other items of clothing
followed one by one. His soft chuckle made me want to wrap myself all over
him. "I’m stranded here with a beautiful woman and with very few things
to worry about — if that’s what the duty of a Jedi is, then being a Jedi
is pleasant indeed." And he latched on my breast, his hand simultaneously
caressing the other one. I gasped, then pushed him slightly away to gain
access to his belt buckle.

"You have too many clothes," I said, opening his belt and pulling away
his tunics unceremoniously. He pulled me into another series of kisses,
pressing me against his chest. I held onto his broad, strong shoulders,
felt the tickle of his beard and occasional stray hair on my face, and
his hardness against my belly. I let my hands roam over his back, until
my thumbs hooked themselves into his waistband. He looked at me, with a
thousand words, ousaousand desires in his blue eyes, while I freed him
from his last garments.

I let my eyes enjoy the sight of his bare body before me. I ran my hands
over his gorgeous chest, belly... My eyes stopped on a barely visible light
pink dot of a scar in the middle of it – the scar. I leaned forward
to tease it with my tongue.

He did a Jedi double take, catching me in a deep kiss, lifted me then
and carried me to the bed. There he straddled me, pressing slow, lazy kisses
on my face, throat and shoulders. I enjoyed the weight of his body pressing
me down onto the mattress. He eased my burden and rolled onto his back,
pulling me on top. I kissed the corners of his mouth, his eyes, tried to
trace his jaw line with my nose. I fluttered my lashes against his cheek,
until he chuckled. Ah, didn’t he sense what I really desired...? Again
I lay on my back. His sensible lips traced a line of kisses down from my
chest over my belly... Oh, Qui, you wouldn’t... As his beard tickled the
insides of my thighs while he kissed questioningly, I couldn’t resist and
parted my knees wider. It was so wonderful and irresistible and oh what
he could do to me! I hadn’t expected a Jedi master to be so masterful in
these arts but he was — oh, he was...

After I had come down from my cloud of bliss, he settled down beside
me, resting on an elbow, watching me, tracing a finger all over my body
in intricate patterns. The window was open and cool night air bathed our
bodies. It was gorgeous to lay naked in the arms of this beautiful Jedi.
I knew he wasn't finished yet, and I wanted more, but we had the whole
night, and we could afford a moment of sweet anticipation. We allowed our
fire subside slightly, basking in the knowledge that it would arise again...
soon... For the moment, just looking into his eyes and feeling his hand
on my skin was enough.

Then I laid my hand on his chest and wrote all sorts of things on him
with my finger, circling his nipples, then tickling him in the armpits,
then writing again. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"Maul’s not been easy on you," I said.

He brought my hand to his lips and kissed my fingers one by one. "He’s
just a boy. I don’t let him disturb me."

I didn't miss the somewhat cute arroganza of the Jedi, calling
the murderous Sith a 'boy'. It made me smile, as I let my fingers study
the thickets of his beard. "He’s persistent."

"And I am imperturbable," he smiled. "I am a master, remember?" He ran
his hand slightly over my ribs. "You’re not ticklish?"

"I am. But I just don’t show it."

He chuckled. "You have control, I see. And wisdom. A good combination.
I wonder if I can drive you mad? If I can make you beg?"

"You can’t."

"We’ll see."

I closed my eyes, switched by brain into power-save mode and lay back
to enjoy the night. His hands roamed freely over me, caressing my breasts,
running over my belly, tickling the insides of my arms, teasing my thighs
to part. And he kissed me. Oh, how he kissed me! A thousand kisses and
each felt different. I kissed him back when he was in kissing range, but
otherwise I didn’t move a fingertip. He moved me to get better access to
my neck. When his hand traveled between my thighs, I opened slightly. My
nipples were painfully hard, and my whole body covered in goosebumps. Every
touch sent shivers down my spine. But I didn’t give in. When I opened my
eyes, he was always staring straight into my face. I gave him a teasing
smile, then drifted away again on the waves of pleasure. It must have lasted
for hours.

He shifted a leg between my thighs, nibbling and sucking at my breast.
I felt his erection rub against my hip. For a moment, my breathing stopped.
He noticed it and chuckled softly. Then he moved my knees further apart
and lay on top of me, his cock teasing me, his mouth on my throat, his
hands pressing to my hips.

I couldn’t take it any longer. I opened myself to him and whispered,
"Please! Please, Qui-Gon!"

He stopped kissing and pulled a very cocky face. "Please what?"

"I want you. Come in."

He buried his face in my neck and we both let out a simultaneous gasp
when he entered, tentatively, teasingly. Just before I thought I would
go mad, he slid deeper, and I let my hands travel to his hips and buttocks,
trying to pull him even closer. I held him tightly, feeling his motions
in the palms of my hands and inside, offering myself entirely to him. I
felt I had to cry to resolve the tension. Qui paused, his bright eyes sending
me a questioning look. I flung my legs tightly around him and let the movements
of my hips tell him my wishes. With a sigh he rested his forehead against
mine and joined my rhythm.

Afterwards we lay leisurely in each other’s arms.

"We can make a Jedi out of you yet," he chuckled, "if we practice diligently."


 


 

End of chapter eight. What will happen next?

"Mary... " I said, not taking my eyes off them. Simultaneously she said,
"You know, Sue..."

We looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Shall we?" I asked.

"Tonight?"