klcthebookworm

He turned away from the main hold. She remained silent as they reached the engineering bay. Everything sounded normal from the hyperdrive engines. The hatch in the starboard wall opened into the third cargo hold. And Luke had gathered every loose blanket and pillow in the ship and made a pallet on the deck plate.

“Does this work?” He asked in a soft voice.

Mara’s smile spread into a grin as she unzipped the flight suit and toed off her boots. “I think this is the best idea I have seen you have.”

“Really?” He pulled his tunic and undertunic off in one move before holding up her left hand and twisting his long fingers suggestively. “I thought that was my best idea.”

“Your best technique,” she corrected. He laughed. She joined in it, and their lust and joy over a successful mission combined to keep them both giggling until Luke’s naked body was beneath hers and she was concentrating on changing his giggles to moans.

The nine years had changed him as much as it had changed her. His body was still lean, but his muscles had grown more defined through lightsaber dueling. Her fingers traced their outlines over his chest and abs. His long fingers were still the same, ignoring the seam attaching the prosthetic hand to his arm, and they gripped her hips as she smeared her slick along his erection.

“Mara.” He moaned her name in a way that made her vagina clench. His hips bucked against her, but he stilled them so quickly. His eyes were nearly black with a rim of blue left to show their color. “Please, Mara.”

Making him a shattered mess wasn’t the goal now or possibly ever. That he still wanted her with her ugly past was a desire she was too greedy for to jeopardize with a power trip. She raised up and guided his cock into her vagina. She moaned in appreciation as he stretched her in all the right ways. She lowered down slowly, savoring it.

“Mara,” he answered her moans. He eased his grip on her hips and locked his own against the blankets. He ran his hands up her sides, dancing his fingers over her ribs. “Okay?”

“Yes.” She smiled at his need for reassurance of her pleasure. She loved him for that. “Better than okay.”

She didn’t give him a chance to respond before she bent down to his chest. White scars lines ran in fractured patterns like lightning tattooed to his tanned skin. He was lucky—they were all lucky—the electrical discharge accident hadn’t killed him. She licked the closest scar and tasted his salty sweat as she followed it across his pectoral to his nipple.

He jolted his hips and stilled them just as quickly. But she needed that friction. She rose up from his chest and began the rocking lift of her hips. Luke’s right hand slid up to squeeze her breast. His left found her clit. He remembered the right way to stroke her to wind her up.

Her channel tightened around him as her orgasm finally caught her. Her head fell back as her entire body tightened with the pleasure. She cried out and that was fine. The door was shut.

Luke surged up, wrapped his arms around, and caught her against his body. She returned to her mind and languidly held onto his broader shoulders as he rolled her onto her back on the pallet.

She locked her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper. He tucked his arms under her back, cradling her closer as his hips snapped.

Mara tightened her grip on him and latched her mouth onto his. He was so close, the way his body tightened and the way his rhythm faltered hadn’t changed either. His grip dug into her flesh as his cock jerked inside her. His surge of pleasure washed over her in the Force, combining with the pressure on her sensitive folds, sent another wave of pleasure through her.

He kissed her before rolling to his back beside her. There was room for both of them to stretch out, which was a first of all the times they had kriffed. She didn’t let him roll out of reach as she followed him and snaked her arm over his torso.

She was greedy. She had to soak up enough of him to last the rest of her life because this will end. As soon as she told him the truth, he would walk away and she’d be lucky if he didn’t drag Lucinda away with him.

“What’s wrong?” Luke asked as he brushed some stray red strands back to the rest of her hair.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“It’s not good enough.” His eyelids drooped, but he managed to wave at the cargo hold. “Not romantic.”

She slid over him, bumping his once-broken nose with her own. “It’s fine. We’re fine. One day, we will have sex in a bed for the sheer novelty of it.”

“I have a bed.” His arms wrapped around her. “You have a standing offer to join me in my bed.”

She had to smile at that. “Standing?”

“You know what I mean.” He harrumphed under his breath as she kissed him. His hands slid down to cup her ass. “Oh, I bet standing sex or against the wall would work better now. I can hold you with the Force.” He nuzzled her.

“We’re not testing that in here.” Mara settled her head against his shoulder. A loose blanket draped over them both. She splayed a hand over his chest. His steady heartbeat didn’t soothe her apprehension.

“I’m not insisting,” he said through his yawn.

She’d like to blame his Jedi training, but Luke had always figured out her moods. “I’d like to go out for dinner once we’re done with debriefs and meetings. Just the two of us.”

She felt his happiness buoy her like she was floating in water. “I’d love to do that.” A yawn interrupted him. “That’ll make the debriefs more tolerable.”

“Hopefully,” she answered as he drifted asleep. She would finish confessing to him and then they would figure out how to go forward without input from the forceful personalities they were surrounded by. He’d want what was best for Lucinda no matter how he ended up feeling about Mara.