Cravings

Okay, so I wrote that other story about Luke getting lucky enough to have two women at once and then I thought "Well, that's not very fair to Mara!" (the other half of my favorite couple) so I decided to remedy that situation. Then the question was, who should the other guy be? Well, lately I've developed a real fondness for Wedge Antilles. I like the idea of him knowing Luke longer than anyone except for Han/Leia. Course, I still haven't read the X-Wing books, so I'm probably getting him ALL wrong. That would undoubtedly be true even if this wasn't a PWP!

Anyways, this is the result. Smut galore and everyone's out of character! Yep, sounds like one of my stories, all right.

Title: Cravings

Rating: NC-17 for intense sexual situations and language.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters and I'm not making any money off this (as though anyone would actually PAY to read this mess...) **rolling eyes**

Special thanks to K and D for looking it over for me.


Mara Jade was irritated. Frustrated and irritated. She glanced down at her wrist chrono for about the twentieth time and scowled. She had been stood up. This was unbearable, it was infuriating, it was frustrating!

Because I’m frustrated. Sexually frustrated! she acknowledged to herself with a grimace. She hadn’t been on a date in Force only knew how long, being too busy with her position as Talon Karrde’s second-in-command to find time for such things.

In the past, this hadn’t bothered her. Mara Jade certainly didn’t need a man in her life. She sniffed derisively. No, she definitely did not! But then she’d had to stumble upon Luke Skywalker after he’d finished up a swim at the Imperial Palace gym. He’d been wearing just a pair of brief swimming trunks - black, of course - and he’d been standing by the pool with a towel over his head, drying his hair.

At first, she hadn’t even realized who it was and had simply paused to admire an extremely well-put-together male specimen. Then he’d pulled the towel away and whipped his head up and she’d nearly gasped out loud when she saw she’d been ogling Luke Skywalker!

He was oblivious, as usual, and had smiled at her in greeting. Mara had somehow managed to have a few minutes of civilized conversation with him, all the while trying not to let her eyes follow the tiny droplets of water that were running down his chest to more interesting places.

Ever since that day a couple of weeks ago, Mara had been having such erotic dreams that she woke bathed in sweat and gasping for air. She’d pleasured herself several times, but it simply wasn’t the same. Mara craved a man’s touch on her body, his weight heavy upon her, his hardness between her thighs. One man in particular, actually.

The partner in her erotic dreams was usually a blond-haired, blue-eyed Jedi Master and that was just out of the question. There was no way she was going to try and put the moves on Skywalker. He probably considered sex of the Dark Side, as pious and virtuous as he was. And anyway, her feelings for the Jedi were too jumbled and confused and she didn’t really want to focus on them too much, for fear of what she’d discover.

But those cravings weren’t going away and Mara had finally decided to satisfy them with someone else, even if it wasn’t what she truly wanted. Hell, she could always close her eyes and picture Skywalker’s face in her head, right?

Kevan Darrist worked for one of Karrde’s customers and had been asking Mara out for months now. She’d always said no, but yesterday, she’d surprised both him and herself by agreeing to have a drink with him. Afterwards, she’d wondered if it had been the right thing to do, but honestly, she was getting a bit desperate. He had a penis and presumably he knew how to use it, so he would do.

Now, the little sleazebag had stood her up! He was more than a half hour late, Mara realized with another look at her chrono. She turned around on her stool to survey the bar, thinking that perhaps they’d gotten the meeting place mixed up. For Kevan’s sake, she hoped so, otherwise she was going to have to kill him the next time she saw him.

Mara straightened and let out a little gasp as her eyes fell on a very familiar face at the back of the cantina. She whirled back around to face the front, hoping that he hadn’t seen her as well. Cautiously, she peeked back over her shoulder to take another look at Luke Skywalker. He was sitting in a booth with Wedge Antilles and the two of them were laughing uproariously.

She frowned as she realized he hadn’t seen her. Didn’t see me or is ignoring me? she thought to herself hotly. Standing up, Mara stalked through the bar, stopping at the edge of their booth. Neither of them noticed her for several seconds, and then she had to clear her throat very loudly.

Both of them looked up at her, blinking in surprise. Luke gave a brilliant smile and waved at her clumsily.

“Hi, Mara!”

It was only then that Mara noticed the multitude of empty bottles on their table. The two of them were stinking drunk!

“Skywalker. Antilles,” she said with a nod.

“Me an’ Wedge been drinkin’.”

“We been drinkin’ a LOT,” Wedge added.

“I can see that. Can I ask why?”

“Contest. Wedge said he could hol’ it better’n I could.”

“An’ it’s the truth, you Force-usin’ loser.”

“I’m not usin’ the Force!” Luke shouted.

Mara winced as she noted several of the patrons in the bar turn to look their way curiously. She could just see the headlines if this little contest got onto the holonet. She didn’t know why exactly she cared, but Skywalker was her friend, so…

“I think maybe you should call your contest a draw, boys, and head home.”

“No way, we gotta have a winner,” Luke protested. Wedge just nodded his head sharply, causing his eyes to lose focus for a moment.

“Well, how about you take it back to Skywalker’s apartment and continue it there?” she suggested.

Luke and Wedge looked at each other and shrugged.

“Okay. Hey, Mara, you could come with us and be our ref’ree!” Luke said gleefully.

“Whatever,” Mara muttered as she urged them to their feet.

Somehow, she got them across the bar and out the door with a minimum of stumbling. She was between the two of them, their arms draped around her slim shoulders as she helped to support their weight. Luckily, neither of them was a very large man, or Mara didn’t think she would have been able to manage it.

Once they were at her waiting speeder, she had to firmly refuse both their offers to fly it - which she wouldn’t have let them do even if they were sober - before they finally fell into the backseat. They were laughing and pushing at one another, arguing still about which of them was the better drinker and pilot. Mara rolled her eyes as she headed the speeder towards Luke’s apartment building. She wouldn’t have thought this behavior typical of the stoic Jedi Master, but Luke obviously reverted back to being a Rogue when around one of his old buddies.

Luke and Wedge insisted on singing as they rode the turbolift up to his floor, and Mara took a moment to say a quiet ‘thank you’ that no one else was on the lift at the time. She was also grateful that Leia and Han were off-planet. Probably, that was the reason that Luke had felt brave enough to have his little drinking binge, she thought nastily, so that he wouldn’t have to face the wrath of his sister if she were to see him in this condition.

Luke kept grinning at her goofily as he told her the access code to his door and Mara had to hold back her sigh of impatience. When the door opened, Luke stumbled inside because he’d been leaning on it. His rear end hit the floor in his foyer and he let out a grunt of surprise. Naturally, this started Wedge to laughing again.

Mara rolled her eyes once more and pushed Antilles into the apartment, closing the door behind them before offering Luke a hand up. When he bounced up, he came a little too close to her face and their noses bumped. Mara’s eyes widened at the jolt of desire that pulsed through her at the image of Luke’s mouth so close to her own.

He took a step back and laughed, rubbing his nose. “Sorry about that, Mara.”

“S’all right,” she muttered. “I’m going to go fix you two some caf.”

“Caf?” Wedge shouted from the living room couch. Luke ambled over there and flopped down beside him. “Caf isn’t gonna help us settle our contest!”

“Perhaps you should call it a draw,” Mara suggested again as she stepped into Luke’s kitchen and began preparing a pot of caf. She quickly got the brew going and walked back into the living room.

“Nah, we need to have a winner,” Luke was saying.

“Okay, pick a number between one and ten,” Mara said.

Two faces looked up at her, both with identical expressions of confusion. “Huh?” they both said.

Mara sighed and said more slowly, “Each of you pick a number between one and ten.”

“Um, three,” Luke said.

“Seven. Seven is my lucky number,” Wedge said, still grinning like an idiot.

“And it still is. Eight was the number, Wedge is the winner. There you go.”

Wedge crowed with delight, taunting Luke with his superior prowess at imbibing alcohol.

“Not fair! Mara is peja…perja…prejee…Mara doesn’t like me.”

Oh, how little you know, Farmboy! Mara thought to herself.

“Not many women do like you, Skywhiner,” Wedge said.

“Annika Deris liked me just fine, though, didn’t she?” Luke said smugly.

Mara’s ears perked up at this. She’d never seen this side of Luke before, competing with another man over flying, drinking, and now women. It was…intriguing.

“Oh, cripes, when are you going to stop bringing that up? It was almost fifteen years ago!” Wedge moaned.

“You’re still jealous about it.”

“Who’s Annika Deris?” Mara asked, the curiosity killing her.

They both turned to look at her, Luke with an almost sly expression on his face. Yes, very intriguing.

“It was back in the rebellion, not too long after the battle at Yavin. We got a new maintenance tech named Annika Deris. She had golden-blonde hair, big blue eyes and the hugest-” Luke broke off, his hands having come up to weigh two imaginary breasts in front of his chest, as he seemed to remember whom he was talking to. He blushed a bright red as he dropped his hands and said, “Um, she had a very nice figure.”

Wedge was now rolling with laughter on the other end of the couch, literally falling onto his side, as Mara raised one eyebrow mockingly.

“Do go on. It sounds interesting,” she said dryly.

“Anyway, all the pilots were immediately nuts for her, and pestered her constantly for dates. But she turned them all down, even Mr. Smooth here,” Luke said, jerking a thumb at Wedge. Antilles kicked his foot out at Luke, but the Jedi caught it neatly in one hand and pushed it down to the floor without even looking.

“But she didn’t turn you down, I take it?” Mara asked and shoved away an unaccustomed feeling of jealousy.

“That was the best part about the whole thing. I didn’t even ask her for a date. I was far too shy in those days to even approach her. She came looking for me,” Luke said and the smugness was back in full force as he turned to gloat at his Corellian friend.

“Oh, the only reason she did was because you were the Golden Boy, the one who blew up the Death Star and you know it!” Wedge griped.

“So what? I still got her and you didn’t,” Luke taunted.

“So what happened to Annika?”

“We went out for a few months and then she got assigned to someplace else and I went to Hoth. I didn’t see her again until a few years after Endor and by that time she was married to someone else and had a kid,” Luke shrugged.

Mara suddenly had the most insane, impossible, ridiculous idea, but once it popped into her head, it just wouldn’t go away. Skywalker was definitely drunk right now…what would his memory be like if, instead of sobering him up, she encouraged him to get a bit drunker? Maybe she could still have him and he wouldn’t remember the fact in the morning. It was a really stupid idea, some tiny part of her mind realized, but Force, she was getting desperate.

She licked her lips as she stared at him arguing with Wedge and stars, she wanted him so badly, she could almost taste it. Mara flicked her eyes over to Antilles and pondered how to get rid of him. But first she had to get Luke a little more intoxicated. Hmm, perhaps if she got Wedge more drunk as well, he would pass out.

Mara jumped up and headed into Luke’s kitchen, ignoring the caf machine and inspecting the cabinets for liquor. She made a sound of satisfaction as she pulled down a bottle of Whyren’s Reserve, and it was almost completely full, too. Opening the bottle, she took a quick swig herself, feeling the need to bolster her confidence a bit if she was going to pull this off.

Grabbing two glasses, she filled both of them to the rim with the liquor and carried them back into the living room. Wedge was currently naming off every woman he’d ever been with, ticking them off on his fingers as he did so and Luke was rolling his eyes.

“Hah! Thirteen! More than you,” he said.

“Quantity versus quality, Antilles,” Luke snorted.

Out of curiosity, Mara asked, “How many women have you been with, Luke?”

He blinked at her and, for a moment, she thought she might have overstepped a boundary. It was probably one thing to talk about the women you’d had with an old pilot buddy, quite another to talk about it with one of your female friends.

But then he started doing the same thing that Wedge had done. “Aria Fardreamer, Annika Deris, Ishale Ran, Shira Brie, Myn Yissik, Gaerial Captison, Winter D’Altaire, Jem Ysanna, Callista Ming. Nine, but like I said, quality, Antilles.”

Mara was pleasantly surprised. Who would have thought Skywalker had that much experience? Hopefully, Mara Jade will be number ten, she thought to herself hungrily.

“Here you go, guys,” Mara said as she handed them their drinks.

Luke and Wedge took the cups and started to drink. Luke stopped in surprise and said, “Hey, this isn’t caf.”

Wedge took a large swallow and said, “Brilliant observation, Skywalker, but who cares?”

“I decided you guys should be able to finish your contest,” Mara said with a smile. “After all, you’re safely at home now, so you shouldn’t be able to get into any trouble.”

She sat and watched as Luke and Wedge both drained their cups and then she refilled them. Mara filled a cup for herself, before moving to sit on the caf table in front of the couch, directly in front of Luke. He gave her a questioning look, but didn’t say anything. He turned to grin at Wedge.

“You feelin’ it yet?”

“Nope. You?”

“Nope.”

Mara knew they were both lying. The two of them were becoming a little glassy-eyed, but were still managing to stay upright. She figured she’d better make her move now, as she didn’t want Luke passing out on her. She still wasn’t sure what she was going to do about Antilles, but if she didn’t kiss Luke Skywalker right now, Mara was certain she was going to die.

Setting her own glass down on the table, Mara reached out and took Luke’s glass from him, placing it beside hers. Then she leaned forward and rested her hands on Luke’s knees. He frowned at her hands and then looked up at her face.

“So…Luke,” she purred. That caused his eyebrows to shoot up. She never called him by his first name. Mara’s hands started sliding up Luke’s thighs until they were resting at the juncture of his hips and she leaned forward until her mouth was only centimeters from his.

“Mara?” he said, his voice squeaking adorably.

“All this talk about you and other women, Luke. It’s gotten me very, very hot and bothered.”

“It has?”

She slid forward until she was sitting fully in his lap, causing him to jump slightly and gaze up at her in astonishment. Her hands came up to ruffle through his hair and she could both hear and feel him gasp.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed and then she kissed him.

Hot, wet, and incredibly intense. Mara’s desire jumped straight through the stratosphere as she moved her mouth over Luke’s, her body instinctively grinding against a sudden bulge at the meeting of their hips. Luke sat frozen for barely half an instant before he groaned helplessly and wrapped his arms around her waist, returning the kiss with fervor.

Mara whimpered as she strained to get even closer to him, their mouths opening simultaneously to deepen the kiss. Luke’s hands were splayed against her back, pressing her to him, her breasts crushed against his chest. Mara’s arms wound around his neck and she knew that even this wasn’t going to be enough. She needed, wanted, absolutely had to have more, all of it.

She broke the kiss off, staring into blue eyes raging with lust, knowing for certain that he was seeing the same thing in her own face. They stared at one another, struggling to breathe.

“Gods, Skywalker, I want you so bad it hurts,” she gasped.

“Uh-huh,” Luke agreed, a dazed look on his face.

“Well, that was interesting,” a voice drawled from her right.

Blast! She’d completely forgotten about Antilles! She turned her head to glare at him.

“Go play on the holonet or something, flyboy. Me and the Jedi are going to be busy for a while,” she snarled.

“Jade, Jade, Jade,” Antilles said in a mocking tone. He scooted closer to them, leaning forward until his face was only centimeters from hers. She narrowed her eyes at him, but was still too drunk on Whyren’s Reserve and Luke Skywalker to gather the energy to deck him.

“Don’t throw away all your options here. You can have two for the price of one,” he said in a cajoling tone.

“What?” Mara asked, dumbfounded.

“It’s not like Luke and I haven’t done it before.”

Her gaze swiveled back to the man she intended to ravish shortly, her eyes wide with surprise. Luke flushed a little, but grinned and nodded.

“The two of you? With the same woman? At the same time?” she asked.

“Yeah, but it’s been a really long time ago,” Luke said.

“Who?” she asked, incredibly curious.

“Shira Brie,” Luke said simply.

“I don’t believe it,” Mara said.

“Yeah, well, Shira was a slut, she slept with everybody,” Wedge grinned.

Mara’s glare intensified. “Is that what you think of me, Antilles?” she asked in a dangerously low voice.

Wedge seemed to realize his mistake as he began to protest. “No, no, Mara! Not at all. Hell, all the guys I’ve ever talked to think you’re incredibly hot, but they all respect you. Well, they absolutely respect that blaster you’ve always got hidden on you.”

“You mean this one?” Mara asked with a wicked grin as she flicked her wrist just so, causing her hold-out blaster to fall into her hand.

“Force, Mara, what if that had gone off while you were kissing me?” Luke protested.

She stuck her tongue out at him and tossed the blaster over her head, hearing it land somewhere behind her. “There. You happy?”

“Oh, yeah,” Luke grinned eagerly. “Can we get back to what we were doing a second ago now?”

He leaned forward to try and kiss her only to see Wedge’s hand, which was suddenly thrust in front of his face. Luke jerked back just before he ended up kissing his best friend’s palm. Both Mara and Luke turned an evil glare on Antilles.

“Dammit, Wedge! Mara Jade is sittin’ on my lap! Go away!”

“All I’m sayin’, Skywalker, is that I want to play, too. How ‘bout you let me prove myself to you, Jade. I’ll bet I can make you melt with just one little kiss.”

“Whatever, Antilles. You should’ve been passed out by now anyway,” Mara grumbled.

“Hey, I’m a Corellian. We can hold our liquor,” Wedge boasted.

“You gonna keep talking or are you going to kiss me?” Mara said sharply. Once this was out of the way, she could send him packing and get down to business with Luke.

Wedge gave her a sultry smile and despite herself, Mara’s heartbeat skipped funnily. He reached out and grasped her under the arms, pulling her towards him, then across his lap to lay her down on the sofa. He leaned over her, his warm breath brushing across her cheek.

Mara was prepared to not feel anything, her whole mind and body having been preoccupied with Skywalker for the last two weeks, but she jumped slightly when she felt Wedge’s lips barely skim her ear. Without thinking, she turned her head slightly so that he could have better access. His tongue traced the shell of her ear, and Mara’s own tongue darted out to wet her suddenly dry lips.

Wedge gently nuzzled at her earlobe and then his tongue traced a path down to just below her ear. Incredibly, he sucked that tiny bit of flesh into his mouth and Mara’s pulse skyrocketed.

“Oh!” she cried out. Blindly, she jerked her head around to find his mouth with hers and she was kissing him with the same ferocity that Luke had pulled from her a few minutes ago.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough!” Luke said, with just a hint of a pout in his voice as he yanked Wedge by the shoulder, pulling him away from Mara. “Not fair using the secret ear spot.”

Mara lay there panting, her face flushed and wondrous possibilities racing through her mind.

Wedge was grinning at Luke triumphantly. “It worked, didn’t it?” He looked back down at Jade with a questioning raise of one eyebrow. “It did work, right, Mara?”

“Oh, yeah, it worked. Both of you…naked…in the bedroom…right now!”

Antilles and Skywalker both laughed and then Wedge said, “Now, Mara, don’t get impatient. We’ve got all night, after all.”

“Yes, we do,” Luke said as his hand reached around to caress the curve of her hip, which was still lying across his lap. Mara jumped as he gave her bottom a little pinch. She smiled back at the two of them.

“Well then, boys, why don’t you show me what you got?” she teased.

Wedge and Luke both slid out from under her, leaving Mara lying on the couch. Wedge began to unbutton her shirt, his hands slipping inside to cup both breasts in the lacy wisp of a bra she was wearing. Mara’s eyes fell closed as his thumbs rasped across both nipples, immediately causing them to become hard as pebbles straining towards his touch. With one smooth flick of his fingers, the front clasp of her bra popped open and Wedge’s warm mouth was on her breast, suckling the nipple deeply. Mara moaned at the rush of heat that shot through her.

Meanwhile, Luke had pulled both her boots off and was working the front snap of her pants. The scrape of the zipper being drawn down was drowned out by Mara’s gasps. Luke eased her pants off of her entirely, pausing to lift her foot and suck her toes into his hot, wet mouth once he had them taken care of. His lips trailed back up her leg, his hand smoothly caressing the other one along the same path. The heel of his hand gently brushed her now very damp panties, before he pressed his mouth to that spot insistently.

Mara’s body jerked and she let out a little cry. Then Luke used one thumb to push the panties to the side and his lips were on her flesh, kissing and stroking and licking with his incredible tongue. Mara groaned and pushed her hips upward towards his mouth, at the same time clasping Wedge’s head to her chest and running her fingers through his soft hair.

With a low growl, Luke pulled back and literally ripped the panties away from her, tossing the useless scrap of cloth to the floor before swooping back down on her. He latched onto her clit and sucked hard and Mara went wild, writhing beneath Luke and Wedge, thinking she was about to explode. She could feel it building in the pit of her stomach, and when Luke pushed one, then two fingers deeply inside her, Mara whimpered in ecstasy. He moved the digits skillfully in and out, finding that exact spot deep inside her moist cavern that intensified her pleasure tenfold.

Wedge’s mouth moved up to cover hers in a deep kiss, swallowing her screams as Luke pushed her right over the edge. Vaguely, she could hear Luke’s throaty sounds of satisfaction as her juices spilled over his mouth and hand. Mara shuddered and collapsed limply back onto the couch as Luke lapped up the evidence of her orgasm. Wedge’s mouth trailed down to nuzzle her neck again as she lay trembling in the aftermath.

“Damn, you are hot, Jade,” Wedge whispered into her ear.

“And she tastes so sweet, too,” Luke murmured, raising his head from between her legs.

Mara grinned devilishly and reached up to cup Wedge’s face with one hand and Luke’s with the other.

“Thanks for the compliments, boys, but I think if we’re going to continue this game, the two of you are seriously overdressed.”

The ‘boys’ didn’t need any further urging, both of them standing up and no doubt setting speed records for getting naked. Mara eyed their unclothed bodies with admiration. Neither of them had been cheated in the size department and her desire, which had cooled after her orgasm, began to build again.

She sat up, shrugging off her undone bra and shirt and tossing them over the back of the couch. Luke and Wedge were standing side-by-side in front of her, putting her at eye-level with two magnificent cocks. She wrapped one hand around each of them, stroking firmly, relishing the sounds of matching groans. Leaning forward, she ran her tongue around the head of Luke’s penis before sliding her mouth over him completely.

Luke’s head fell backwards as he groaned, “Oh, yes!”

After several seconds, Mara switched her attentions to Wedge, drawing him deeply into her mouth. Wedge’s hand went to the back of her head and his hips thrust forward, encouraging her to take more as he growled, “That’s it, baby!”

For several long, delicious minutes, Mara alternated between the two of them, but then they each began to get impatient when she was pleasuring the other one.

Wedge took a step back and said, “Enough of that, sweetheart, I’ve got to have you right now.” He pulled her to her feet. “Luke, sit on the back of the couch.”

Knowing what he had in mind, Luke grinned as he practically leapt up to the back of the couch. Wedge turned Mara around so that she was facing Luke and gave her a gentle push on the back, nudging her towards Luke’s waiting cock. Smiling as she figured out what Wedge was thinking, Mara leaned forward, bracing her arms on Luke’s knees, and took him into her mouth again. He moaned as he cupped her head with both hands, helping her to find a rhythm that gave him the most pleasure.

Mara felt Wedge’s hands caress her ass, sliding around and then down to palm her dripping mound. He pressed his hard length up against her and Mara wriggled against him, encouraging him to continue. With no further hesitation, Wedge slammed deep into her with one thrust. Mara let out a little squeak, tensing for a moment at the suddenness of it and Wedge paused, giving her the chance to adjust.

When she relaxed, Wedge began moving slowly in and out, in and out, gripping her hips and pulling her slightly towards him as he pushed into her.

“Ah, yeah, so tight! So good,” he moaned.

Luke’s gasps increased as he threw his head back and drove deeper into Mara’s mouth, hitting the back of her throat, but she never paused, swallowing him without missing a beat.

“Oh, shit, Mara, that’s it, yes! Make me come. Make me…ah, gods!” Luke cried out as he climaxed, his seed shooting down Mara’s throat in hot spurts. He shuddered in ecstasy once, then again as Mara let his softening member slide out of her mouth. She licked her lips as she smiled up at him. Luke returned the smile as he slid down to sit on the couch in front of her, kissing her softly.

“Okay, darlin’, your turn again,” Wedge said as he began to pound into her furiously. Luke kept kissing her and then reached his hands up under her to catch both nipples, twisting them, causing her to moan and dig her fingers into his thighs. Luke barely noticed as he and Wedge worked together to bring her to completion again.

Mara’s scream was absorbed in Luke’s mouth as she pushed back against Wedge’s hips as hard as she could, lost in her second mind-blowing orgasm of the night.

“Yeah, you liked that, didn’t you, baby?” Wedge breathed as he continued to screw her ruthlessly, seeking his own pleasure now. He began to grunt with every thrust as he got closer and closer. “Uhn…ungh…uhh…oh, yeah…” he panted and then drove so deeply into her, Mara felt as though he were splitting her in two. “Fuck, YES!” Wedge shouted as he exploded inside her. He moved weakly inside her two or three more times as the intense moment of pleasure faded gradually away.

Breathing heavily from their exertions, Mara collapsed forward onto Luke’s lap and he wrapped his arms around her, pushing her hair aside and tenderly kissing her temple. Wedge toppled onto the couch next to Luke and reached a hand out to stroke the side of her face. Mara brushed her lips across Luke’s mouth and then leaned over to do the same to Wedge.

“That was…incredible, boys,” she murmured with a smile.

Wedge smirked at her. “So who says we’re done?”

“Huh?” Mara asked.

“Oh, we’ve got a lot more to show you yet, Jade,” Luke promised, his grin matching Wedge’s. “But why don’t we move into the bedroom where we’ve got more room to play?”

Luke stood up, lifting her easily as Mara wrapped her legs around his waist. He moved towards the bedroom as Wedge followed.

“Hey, Luke, do you have something…you know, for…” Wedge asked.

Luke pulled his mouth away from where he had been kissing Mara and said, “Yeah, check the cabinet in the ‘fresher.”

“What are you talking about?” Mara asked, still half-dazed from the activity a few minutes ago and Luke’s kiss just now.

“Don’t worry about that just yet, sweetheart. We’ll get there in a bit,” Luke promised, kissing her neck.

He reached the bed and then turned to fall backwards on it, Mara coming with him to land on his chest. They kissed slowly and leisurely for a long moment, and then looked up as Wedge entered the room. He tossed something that Mara didn’t see on the nightstand, and then crawled onto the bed with them, lying down beside them and leaning over to kiss Mara.

The three of them lazily kissed and petted for a little while, the frantic pace of their earlier encounter replaced by an unhurried exploration of bodies and likes and dislikes. Mara had never felt so cherished in her life as Luke and Wedge worshipped her body, teasing and laughing softly as they nipped and kissed every centimeter of her flesh.

Gradually, the caresses became more urgent as their excitement began to increase once more. Luke rose up to his knees with a growl of impatience and pulled on Mara’s legs, straightening her out below him on the bed.

“No more messing around. My turn to have you,” he grumbled, and before she could utter a word of protest - not that she would have - Luke plunged into her waiting warmth. He grabbed her ankles and held her legs high in the air as he thrust into her steadily.

Mara mewled with pleasure. As much as she had enjoyed Wedge’s attentions, this was what she had craved for nearly two weeks…Luke Skywalker deep inside her, making love to her, his blue eyes burning fiercely into hers. Sliding his hands down her legs, Luke pushed them to the bed and then leaned over her, claiming her mouth in a fiery kiss. His hips increased their tempo and Mara strained against him urgently, greedily taking everything he was giving.

Mara ripped her mouth away from his, her cries too intense to be stifled.

“Gods, yes! More, Luke! Fuck me harder!” she screamed.

She could see the flash of Luke’s teeth as he grinned at her and obliged her demands.

“Whatever you want, Mara. Whatever you want,” he breathed harshly.

Her hands were clawing at his shoulders and the back of his head, her body rising up to meet him as Mara totally lost control. Luke’s head lowered and his mouth attacked her neck, sucking the flesh sharply and that was all it took to make her come apart. Mara’s entire body froze for a bare instant as waves of pleasure washed over her, one after the other, so intense that she blacked out for a second.

Hazily, she was aware that Luke pulled out of her with a groan of frustration, not having climaxed himself. She frowned up at him as she attempted to focus her reality back to his bedroom once more.

“Damn, that was hot!” Wedge said from beside her. He was lying on his side, one hand gently stroking himself as he watched them.

Luke was breathing heavily, his erection so hard that it had to be painful, Mara realized.

“Why didn’t you come?” she asked faintly.

“Not…done with you…yet,” Luke said, his voice stressed. He glanced over at Wedge with a raised eyebrow and a nod of his head towards the nightstand. Wedge grinned and nodded back to him before scrambling off the bed to grab whatever it was he had tossed there earlier.

Luke moved forward, nudging Mara gently to the side and then he turned over and lay on his back on the bed. He reached out to pull her on top of him, settling her back on his cock with a sigh. Mara smiled down at him and rocked her hips forward, ready to give him as much pleasure as he’d given her.

“Mara, do you trust us?” Luke whispered.

“Yes,” she answered. “You know I do, or we wouldn’t be where we are right now, Skywalker.”

“That’s good to know,” Wedge said and suddenly he was behind her, kissing her shoulder.

Mara understood then what they wanted to do and had a moment of fear. She’d had several lovers in her life, but she’d never done what they were obviously asking of her. She stopped moving on top of Luke and looked over her shoulder at Wedge with a nervous expression.

“I…I don’t know-”

“Shh,” Luke said softly, as he put two fingers on her lips. “Just give it a chance. If you say stop, we’ll stop,” he urged.

“We’d never hurt you, Mara,” Wedge promised as he moved his mouth over to her neck.

All the while, she could feel his erection pressing into her lower back. Luke’s hands came up to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples. At the same time, Wedge’s hand snaked around to dip below her waist, finding her clit and caressing it insistently. Mara’s eyes fluttered closed and a shaky sigh emerged from her mouth. She did trust them…and part of her was incredibly curious, so she nodded hesitantly, and then more firmly as she made up her mind.

“That’s my girl,” Luke said with a smile. Mara liked the way that sounded. Luke’s girl. She’d have to talk to him about that once this was finished.

“Relax, Mara, and that’ll make it easier,” Wedge murmured into her ear. She nodded again, letting him know that she understood.

Wedge leaned back and put his hands on her shoulders, lightly pushing her forward until she was lying fully on top of Luke. The Jedi smiled at her and kissed her tenderly. Mara heard Wedge fumbling with something behind her and then a pleasant smell wafted towards her nose. Lotion? she wondered. She jumped a little as Wedge’s hand placed something cold between the cheeks of her ass, his finger sliding into her anus just a little bit, spreading the coolness there, too.

She tried not to tense up, but it was difficult as she felt Wedge’s finger replaced by something thicker and harder. Wedge and Mara were both panting heavily as he very slowly eased his cock past the tight ring of muscle at her rear entrance. Wedge was obviously trying to go slow and Mara was trying to adjust to having a man where she’d never had a man before.

Mara whimpered a little, biting her lip in apprehension. To her surprise, she suddenly felt Luke in her mind, whispering soothing thoughts to her through the Force. They hadn’t connected in that way all night, but now Mara eagerly welcomed the contact, trying not to think about the fact that it felt more right than the sex did in a way.

*Easy, love, you’re almost there,* he encouraged her.

*It’s so…so much!* she sent back, almost panicking.

*You can handle it. As long as I’ve known you, you’ve been able to handle anything.* He smiled brilliantly at her and kissed her again.

Luke’s Force-touch skated over her whole body, and Mara found herself relaxing even more as he miraculously drew some of the pressure and the pain away. She sighed and melted against Luke as Wedge pushed inside her a little bit more.

Finally, Wedge slipped all the way into her with a strangled groan. Mara gasped loudly and the three of them lay frozen for a long moment, adjusting to this new development.

Wedge was trembling with the effort to not move until Mara was ready and whispered hoarsely, “Gods! So tight, it’s all I can do not to pop off right now.”

“Don’t do that, Antilles. Wait for us to catch up to you,” Luke said with a little laugh.

Wedge groaned, dropping his head to Mara’s shoulder. “Don’t laugh, Skywalker! I can feel that.”

*Mara? You all right?*

Mara was shaking just as much as Wedge was; really, the only one that seemed to be halfway comfortable right now was Luke, and how fair was that?

*Oh, I’m not comfortable, sweetheart. It’s killing me not to move inside you right now,* Luke sent, his gaze meeting hers intently.

She smiled shakily at him, not even irritated at him for picking up on her stray thoughts. It just seemed…right. Mara felt so incredibly full, intoxicated by the warmth and weight on both sides of her.

*I’m…okay. It’s just so…* She didn’t even have a word to describe it, it was so amazing. Luke just nodded in understanding.

“Mara?” Wedge croaked. “Please, Mara, I’m going to die if I can’t move,” he said in a pitiful voice.

“So move then, Antilles,” she said, throwing him a smirk over her shoulder and teasing him by flexing her hips slightly. Both men groaned at her action, but they repaid her in full as they each surged into her. Mara nearly fainted at the powerful rush of sensation their movements produced.

It took a few minutes, but the three of them found a rhythm that worked incredibly well. Their bodies became slicked with sweat as they pitched back and forth wildly on the bed. Moans and gasps echoed around the room, growing louder and more desperate as hands and mouths caressed and kissed and bit. Mara’s toes curled and she threw her head back, Wedge’s mouth finding hers as she climaxed yet again.

Antilles broke away from her mouth with a gasp as her body tightened around his cock with the aftershocks of her orgasm. He sped up his pace and squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he pummeled into her ass.

“Oh, yeah, I’m gonna come…I’m gonna-” he moaned. He jerked out of her, grabbing his cock and stroking it urgently several times. Mara shivered as his hot seed sprayed all over her backside.

He fell backwards onto the bed, panting heavily as Mara turned her head to look at him. She reached one hand back to her ass and smeared his essence over her skin, then brought her hand to her mouth, sucking it off one finger as she grinned at him.

“That was good, Antilles. Thank you,” she purred.

“Glad to oblige, ma’am,” Wedge smirked back at her.

Luke’s hand came up to grasp Mara’s chin, pulling her back to face him. “Hey, you’re still not done yet, lady,” he said.

“Oh, really? What do you want me to do for you, Skywalker?,” she teased.

“Make me come, Mara. Make me lose my fucking mind,” he ordered, his voice mesmerizing her.

“Whatever you want, Luke,” Mara promised with a knowing smile.

She rode him hard and fast, giving him no chance to catch his breath, and every time her hips slammed down onto his, she ground them forward, reveling in his cries of ecstasy. Luke’s hands found her waist, pulling her down onto his cock as he thrust upwards. His eyes rolled up in his head as he began to tremble at the might of their union.

“Come on, Skywalker, you know you want to. Give it to me, lover! Give me all of it,” she panted as she worked him over.

“Yes, yes, yes, I want it,” Luke chanted. He cried out loudly as he pushed up into her with all his strength, his climax erupting like a volcano, and then he called out, “Ah, gods, Mara, I love you!”

Startled, Luke and Mara froze, their gazes locked onto one another in astonishment. Wedge coughed nervously from beside them, but neither of them paid him any attention.

“Okay, yeah, I think I’m going to head to the ‘fresher…” he trailed off as he realized they didn’t even hear him. He got up and walked to Luke’s ‘fresher, a smile on his face as he imagined the conversation that was about to ensue.

Mara scrambled off Luke and leapt off the bed, pacing around in small circles as her hands twisted nervously together.

“Wh-what did you say?” she asked, wondering if she’d heard wrong. Surely he hadn’t said… No, that was impossible.

Luke looked shocked at first that the words had slipped out, but then he stared at her for a long moment and slowly smiled. He raised up on one elbow. “I said, I love you, Mara. And it’s true. I think I have for a long time.”

“You can’t love me! That’s impossible, it’s, it’s just not possible,” she said, her voice getting shrill.

He moved quicker than she was ready for and grabbed her by the hand, pulling her back into his arms. He kissed her passionately and somehow it was so much sweeter than any kiss he’d given her so far.

*It is possible, Mara. Give it a chance. And if you say stop, we’ll stop,* he sent to her with a tender smile, reminding her of his earlier words.

Mara held her breath as she looked into his incredibly blue eyes, seeing the love there, understanding that it was real. Luke’s girl. Wasn’t that what she had wanted all along? Tremulously, hopefully, she smiled back at him.

Wedge stuck his head back in the door several minutes later, wondering if it was safe to go in or not. When he saw Luke and Mara wrapped in an embrace in the middle of the bed, laughing and talking intimately, he sighed and shook his head.

“Damn. Lost another one to the Golden Boy.”