The Thin Line

There will be an epilogue after this. Thanks for reading!


Chapter 8



The physical pain was there, but with a little help from the Force he kept it from becoming too much of an issue. Luke knew his wife wasn’t hitting style="FONT-STYLE: italic">him, she was lashing out at her own pain and he was caught in the crossfire.



It still hurt like hell though.



But his bruised flesh was quickly forgotten as he tried to hold back his raging need. Every inch of his strength went towards keeping himself still and not grabbing Mara and ravishing her. He could feel her pleasure building and his manhood responded, throbbing, begging, pleading for release.



For a moment he thought he would die if he didn’t let go.



Was this merely a taste, a snippet, of the suffering Mara had endured as man after man took her body and played with it as if it were a toy?



She screamed out as her orgasm boiled through her blood, with a mumbled cry she collapsed onto his chest. Ending it.



He was so ready he could have released with little more than a short thought, but he had his own secrets. A little over a week ago he found himself having the most erotic dream that involved him and his wife. The sensations were so real…



Waking up he realized that he was giving himself pleasure, again, only this time he wasn’t alone. Her hand was like magic and for a moment he forgot about his promise not to abuse her as the others had. About to fully awake and end it he felt her pleading presence push down on his conscious, trying to keep him asleep.



Though Mara was a Jedi, she wasn’t trained or strong enough to stop him if he so wished.



That was the problem, he was torn, between the long denied pleasures she was giving to him, her want to give this at her own cost, and the promise he made.



He felt the pain, the disgust, the humility when he came.



So badly he wanted to rush into the refresher and gather his love up in his arms, but doing so would only cause more problems as she would realize she was caught. Instead he waited, internally weeping for the girl that never got to live, but was instead emotionally murdered before she had to chance to really exist.



This is why he couldn’t come in her now.



Mara had faced many demons in the past hour, but was it enough? Could she handle the very essence of her hatred?



Lazily her head lifted from his chest and she stared at him with wide, red eyes, but she never looked more relaxed or at peace. “I’m so sorry, Luke.”



“It’s okay,” he smiled and ran a gentle hand through her hair, “I’ve had worse beatings.”



She opened her mouth to argue but he sent her a gentle caress through the Force. Lowering her eyes she acknowledged his acceptance of what happened.



A few moments of silence passed, neither sure of what was to happen to next. Finally Luke had to ask, “Will it always have to be like this for us to make love?”



Mara chewed her lip, “I don’t think so. I just needed to take for once is all…”



“Take for once?”



“Something a friend said,” she answered quietly. “Making love is about giving and taking on both sides. All my life I have been giving my body for others to take. I didn’t know what it was like to take, so I had to completely take without giving at least once to learn that feeling.”



Luke ran the thought around his head, “It makes sense I guess. I always thought I gave a lot, but this has opened my eyes.”



“You do give, my love,” she leaned in and kissed him gently, “more then you realize.”



“I…” he brushed his lips against hers again, her body feeling warm and soft against his skin, her hips wiggled reminding him of some unfinished and painful business.



Mara pulled back, a frown on her face. “You didn’t come.”



“I know,” he tried to remain casual about it.



“You should,” she leaned up and started to work her hips against him. “You’ve earned that right.”



Luke groaned, trying to hold on to what little thread of control he had. Much to his libido’s annoyance, he reached out and stilled her hips. “Earning has nothing to do with it.”



She looked down at him, a slightly shocked and intrigued look on her face. “I really do treat this like a job, don’t I?”



“I… suppose…” Luke wasn’t sure how to answer, and Mara seemed lost in her own world anyway.



“I’ve never made love, Luke…” she said quietly, looking him straight in the eye. “Had sex plenty enough, but never made love.”



Luke reached up and gently rubbed her cheek, tears threatening to burst forth. Mara was not so controlled and started to sob gently, her eyes closing as one hand came up to caress his against her face.



Something was changing, he could feel it.



***



Perhaps it was twisted logic… that was usually the best kind.



Luke was not the other men, and women. He was something else entirely.



The man she loved… would give as well as take…



Balance.



Love.



Love.



Love.



“Let’s make love…” she trembled against him, leaning down and giving him tender kisses.



His soft lips returned just as much tenderness and longing as she gave, his hands giving feather light caresses down her sides. She gave his legs tender strokes with her own, her lips traveling down to give little nips of pleasure at his collar bone.



Someone pushed, someone pulled.



Someone gave, someone took.



Mara was now on bottom, taking rest while he worked, his body thrusting slowly, tenderly, massaging her insides. He suckled her breasts hungrily, taking her rosy peaks between his teeth and nibbling.



“More,” Mara demanded unabashedly.



Looking up from between her creamy mounds he grinned lustfully and obliged. His manhood began to connect solidly with her core sending spikes of pleasure to every inch of her body. She pushed her hips up to meet his as she nibbled at his collar, something she long ago learned drove him wild which is why she had avoided the area for months.



Memories started to come back to her again… flashes of pain, humility, and disgust.



Luke attacked her mouth with his, tongues battling.



Flashes of pain, humility, and disgust.



He ripped away from her lips and attached to her neck, driving her wild with white hot passion, his hips thrusting harder against her mound.



Pain, humility and disgust.



His hands were everywhere, pleasuring ever centimeter of her body and she couldn’t help but return the favor. Attacking his collar bone again she stroked his sides down to his rear.



Pain and disgust.



She was at the edge of a cliff higher than what she had experienced before.



For a moment she wondered if he was doing nothing but pleasuring her at his own expense, but a quick check against their Force bond, not to mention the look on his face, showed that he was enjoying this as much as she was.



Disgust.



Mara broke and fell.



***



Luke had wanted to take it slow, for Mara’s sake.



It was a nice idea while it lasted.



Then he felt the memories come back and he was almost desperate to push them away, to allow Mara her pleasure, her peace.



But once he started, he couldn’t stop.



He felt ashamed of himself when he came inside his wife at his own pleasure, her body trembling uncontrollably with her own climax. But as her body went limp, unable to process the extreme pleasures that overloaded her senses, he realized she had enjoyed it as much as he did.



Exhausted and extremely satisfied he rolled over to her side, pulling her against him and tucking her head against his chest.



An hour passed, perhaps two, and he was awakened by a tickling sensation against his chest.



He opened his eyes to see Mara idly nibbling at his neck, collar bone, and male nipples. “Enjoying yourself?”



She looked up at him, a smile bright on her face, a rare image. “I am, actually. You?”



Running a hand gently through her messy hair, he smiled. “Yes, I am.”



“Good,” she leaned in and kissed him tenderly, rubbing her body against him with more than a subtle hint to her intentions.



“More?” he asked, wide eyed.



“Sorry,” she blushed and bowed her head.



“For what?” He tipped her head back up to look at him.



She chewed her lip for a moment and said, “I didn’t realize it would be this good… with you.”



Luke wasn’t sure if he should laugh or cry at the statement. “Now you mean to tell me you’re addicted to sex?”



“No…” she blushed, “I just… oh hell… I feel like suddenly I am truly and completely free of my past and I don’t think I’ve been this happy since the day I realized I loved you!”



He stared blankly at her blurted confession. Finally he managed to utter, “Can we take it slow this time?”



She smiled and snuggled up to him gently, “I like the way your mind works.”



“So do I,” he grinned and kissed her tenderly.



This time their bodies slowly explored each other’s. Some might say that they made ‘proper love’, slow and sweet. But to them, they made love the moment they first kissed and sealed the bond between them.



Love and sex, sex and love, with a little lust thrown into the mix.



Why not?