The Thin Line
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
7,715
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Star Wars movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Epilogue
Sorry this took so long, but I wasn't satisifed with anything I had wrote to end this story until now. I hope it was worth the wait.
Epilogue
On their first anniversary, Luke and Mara took a second honeymoon, hiding themselves away on a small resort in a far away corner of the galaxy. No one was quite surprised that they did so, even without knowing about Mara’s issues. The couple hardly got to see each other as time went on and their jobs and positions dragged them apart.
“Oh gods,” Mara groaned as she came down from her sexual high just in time to feel her husband empty himself into her. He was sitting on his knee, leaning back on his feet, and she straddled him, her own legs weak from pushing against the silken surface.
“Damn,” he wrapped his arms around her and buried his head in her neck, trying to catch his breath, his heart thumping so loudly she could feel it against her breasts, “where did you learn to do that?”
Mara giggled and ran her hand through his sweaty hair, “Corellia, one of Palpatine’s moles in CorSec.”
Somehow he managed to pull her down to the bed with him, their bodies still unwound. He gave her a seductive look. “Got anything else from Corellia?”
“Well,” Mara licked her lips slowly and traced his chest, “there is this little maneuver, but it requires stun cuffs and blissberry cream.”
“Give me a few minutes,” he winked and sank even more into the bed, completely exhausted. She watched him as he drifted off into a peaceful slumber, his facial features softening and his breathing slowing.
Relaxing against the bed, she couldn’t help but smile at the irony of the situation.
Palpatine had taught her many things, given her access to codes and data that were classified to even his top commanders, and she turned around and used all that to defeat the remnants of his Empire, once her Empire, all in the name of what was right, and if she was honest, in the name of a love that was growing for the man that was in her arms, now her husband.
He had also sent her to dozens of men and woman, and while that had ruined her for years, and threatened her newfound happiness with Luke, it in turn became a lesson in love.
A few months after they broke through the chains that held her from physically loving her husband, she decided that he needed a little special treatment for how well he took care of her, and after he climaxed for the fifth time that night he inadvertently blurted out, “Where did you learn to do that?”
She could see the horror on his face at his words, knowing full well where she had learned all her sexual knowledge. Strangely enough though, it didn’t bother Mara, in fact, it made her fell better, being able to acknowledge the past rather than hide or bury it.
When you’re being forced to participate in the sexual act, no real pleasure can from it, but now that her and Luke were willingly participating she understood now why the men liked to it these ways. So it became a game between them, and a very satisfying one indeed.
And every time they made love, she healed that much more.
Once again Palpatine’s manipulations were turned against him, and that was the sweetest irony of all.
“Mara, my love,” a voice woke her from the sleep she didn’t realize she had fallen into.
“Yeah?” she knew she wore a goofy grin on her face, but it was her husband only.
“I couldn’t find any stun cuffs,” he frowned slightly, “but I did find some silk cording.”
She laughed huskily, “Then let me tell you about two nights I spent on Nal Hutta…”
Epilogue
On their first anniversary, Luke and Mara took a second honeymoon, hiding themselves away on a small resort in a far away corner of the galaxy. No one was quite surprised that they did so, even without knowing about Mara’s issues. The couple hardly got to see each other as time went on and their jobs and positions dragged them apart.
“Oh gods,” Mara groaned as she came down from her sexual high just in time to feel her husband empty himself into her. He was sitting on his knee, leaning back on his feet, and she straddled him, her own legs weak from pushing against the silken surface.
“Damn,” he wrapped his arms around her and buried his head in her neck, trying to catch his breath, his heart thumping so loudly she could feel it against her breasts, “where did you learn to do that?”
Mara giggled and ran her hand through his sweaty hair, “Corellia, one of Palpatine’s moles in CorSec.”
Somehow he managed to pull her down to the bed with him, their bodies still unwound. He gave her a seductive look. “Got anything else from Corellia?”
“Well,” Mara licked her lips slowly and traced his chest, “there is this little maneuver, but it requires stun cuffs and blissberry cream.”
“Give me a few minutes,” he winked and sank even more into the bed, completely exhausted. She watched him as he drifted off into a peaceful slumber, his facial features softening and his breathing slowing.
Relaxing against the bed, she couldn’t help but smile at the irony of the situation.
Palpatine had taught her many things, given her access to codes and data that were classified to even his top commanders, and she turned around and used all that to defeat the remnants of his Empire, once her Empire, all in the name of what was right, and if she was honest, in the name of a love that was growing for the man that was in her arms, now her husband.
He had also sent her to dozens of men and woman, and while that had ruined her for years, and threatened her newfound happiness with Luke, it in turn became a lesson in love.
A few months after they broke through the chains that held her from physically loving her husband, she decided that he needed a little special treatment for how well he took care of her, and after he climaxed for the fifth time that night he inadvertently blurted out, “Where did you learn to do that?”
She could see the horror on his face at his words, knowing full well where she had learned all her sexual knowledge. Strangely enough though, it didn’t bother Mara, in fact, it made her fell better, being able to acknowledge the past rather than hide or bury it.
When you’re being forced to participate in the sexual act, no real pleasure can from it, but now that her and Luke were willingly participating she understood now why the men liked to it these ways. So it became a game between them, and a very satisfying one indeed.
And every time they made love, she healed that much more.
Once again Palpatine’s manipulations were turned against him, and that was the sweetest irony of all.
“Mara, my love,” a voice woke her from the sleep she didn’t realize she had fallen into.
“Yeah?” she knew she wore a goofy grin on her face, but it was her husband only.
“I couldn’t find any stun cuffs,” he frowned slightly, “but I did find some silk cording.”
She laughed huskily, “Then let me tell you about two nights I spent on Nal Hutta…”