The Thin Line

Title: The Thin Line

Rating: NC-17, possibly X, deals with rape

style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Disclaimer: I don't own StarWars, I won't make anything off of this. This is just me having way to much time on my hands.


Summary: Luke and Mara have just gotten married, but Mara harbors a secret that threatens to destroy them on their honeymoon.

Note: This fic was inspired by JediJade88 who has a theory. This is that theory, plus a little of my own tinkering, in story form.

I also want to thank Jelly for being such a wonderful beta!









Chapter 1



The time had come and she couldn’t put it off any longer. There were no more excuses she could give. The only other option left was the truth.



Love.



Lust.



Where was the line between them?



Was there a line between them?



She smoothed out invisible wrinkles in her nightdress, if it could be called that. Wire thin straps held the deep red shimmersilk on her shoulders as the plummeting V-neckline dove all the way to her navel. Her breasts teasingly hid behind the folds, any sudden movements exposing them. The gown almost trailed the floor, but two slits up the sides revealed every inch of her legs up to her waist.



For sleep, it was impractical.



It suited her needs.



Needs.



Wants.



Desires.



She twisted the new ring on her finger.



She knew what he needed, wanted, desired. It was her. More specifically, it was her body. She had already given to him everything else she could, her mind and soul. She didn’t even mean to, it just happened in the midst of battle, but she didn’t regret it.



However, it had become apparent to her that he didn’t get a glance at all of her mind, fears, and memories, or else he wouldn’t ask this of her. How could he not know? Was the man she loved that cruel and warped on some level that he could know and do this to her anyway?



No.



His spirit was too pure. The purest, warmest, most loving she had ever known.



Somehow, when they Force bonded, not everything was brought to light. Idly, she wondered what demon of his he didn’t share with her.



Pure.



Tainted.



What might once have been pure was now tainted.



It didn’t matter now. She was his, and he was hers. Legally. Spiritually.



Briefly, she toyed with her hair, seeing if it looked better up or down. Down, he preferred it that way.



Yesterday she undertook a lifelong mission to love, honor, and obey.



Loyalty.



Orders.



Submission.



He wouldn’t treat her like the others. He didn’t look at her like the others. He loved her.



Love.



Desires.



Lust.



Wants.



She loved him.



She would do this, for him.



Love.



Marriage.



Deception.



It was better then the truth. The truth would drive him away from her and with him would go her soul, her goodness.



Purity.



Taking a long, deep breath she drew her composure and smiled. The smile came easily to her lips. Not from the practice, but from genuine love for the man in the other room.



She would do this for him.



She would do anything for him.



Loyalty.



Submission.



Hitting the release button to the refresher door she slowly, seductively as practiced, walked into the bedroom where he waited for her. He sat up on the bed, his cloak tossed on a nearby chair and his shoes and socks already littering the floor.



“Wow!” was all that escaped his lips as his blue eyes traveled the length of her.



Needs.



Desires.



Wants.



Lust.



Love.



Truth.



Deception.



Necessity.



“Like what you see?” the words were masterly formed as she took more seductive steps towards him.



He didn’t need to be seduced, after all, he was her husband now.



Why didn’t she see this coming?



Pain.



Love.



Same thing.



He pulled her to the bed, his lips smothering hers. It felt good.



Love.



Her right breast snuck out from under the flimsy fabric and he started to caress and squeeze her. It felt dirty.



Pain.



She would do this, for him.



to be continued...