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Working Title: Use the Phi, Luke

The Golden Rule, or, Use the Phi, Luke!

Summary: the Jedi Master is a man of many talents. *grin*

Notes: Blatant Luke/Mara pairing; bunny partly stolen from a movie I hated. There is almost no attempt at plot here, and no sugarcoating, either. This is fluff, plain and simple, and short and sweet, at that.

Challenge: What exactly is Luke doing with the measuring tape?

Rating: NC-17, so please scamper off elsewhere if this sort of thing offends you or if you are a minor.

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Luke Skywalker was many things, and one thing that he had always been was a mathematician. Ratios had been a passion with him since he was very small, but since joining the Rebellion he had had very little time to develop it. Now that the Jedi Academy was blossoming and rarely required his presence, the bored Jedi Master had retreated to his flat on Coruscant. Between rescue missions, mediating disputes, and occasional Force-prompted jaunts into seemingly the middle of nowhere, he found time to resurrect that interest.

And it grew. Math was the foundation of many things, he found, and with a little research he'd branched out into architecture, then gravitated towards the inevitable endpoint: art.

He had started with simple things: experiments with dimensions, shading a piece of fruit, different media. He'd drawn little Anakin next, which had been clumsier. It had taken a long time before the subtleties of living form had become apparent to him. Now his walls were a portfolio: there was a medic bent over a patient on Bakura, where he'd visited Malinza Thanas a few standard months ago. A sketch of Jaina when she was five and had reprogrammed the Falcon's food processors to make ryshcate, recreated from memory. Streen and Kam Solusar engaged in a playful lightsaber duel. A thranta in mid-dive just off of Cloud City, Bespin.

But this portrait just wasn't right. Glancing from the holo to his sketchpad and back again, he sighed and ripped off the top sheet. How was he supposed to use a hologram for reference when his brain kept running interference and changing the pose, the expression, the lighting�? There was nothing for it. This one, too, was ruined. Unable to bring himself to throw it out, he set it aside with the other failed attempts and went to the kitchen to make himself a mug of hot chocolate.

Luke stared moodily out the transparisteel window as he stirred his chocolate, letting his mind expand and wander. Coruscant was thrumming with activity tonight- it was a long weekend, and nearly everyone was taking advantage of it. It seemed to him as if the entire planet were getting ready to go out for the night, and here he was, the galaxy's most eligible Jedi Master, sitting at home alone, drinking hot chocolate like an old man. He cracked a rueful grin. Well, he couldn't say he hadn't done it to himself.

He was just about ready to start another sketch when he felt a flickering in the Force. He glanced from the holo on the desk to the sketchpad again, then over his shoulder to the communications center, and made a decision. Downing the last of his chocolate, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before seating himself in front of the comm. It beeped.

Hiding a grin, he flicked the switch. "Skywalker."

"What're you so smug about, Farmboy?" Luke wondered if Mara knew that she sounded almost fond when she used that particular nickname.

"I was just thinking about you, Jade. What brings you to this part of the galaxy?"

Mara snorted. "Vacation. I've been training a couple of Karrde's newbies as a favor, and this is my reward."

He found it difficult to hide his surprise. "You're kidding. You, on holiday? I never thought I'd live to see it."

"You're one to talk," Mara responded dryly. "Anyway," he sensed her hesitance, "is it alright if I kip on your couch for a few days? I just got back to my apartment and there's an enormous pipe leak somewhere. I called the landlord but there's no one available to fix the water damage until tomorrow."

With a little effort, Luke suppressed his excitement. "Sure, Mara. You know you're always welcome here."

He felt her relief for a moment before she remembered to put her mental barriers back up. "Thanks," she said gratefully, smiling. "I'll be there in a few minutes- I just need to put together a few things that have survived the indoor flood." She gave a frustrated sigh and cut the connection.

Luke resisted the urge to whistle. Maybe he'd get that portrait done tonight, after all.

*

Mara announced her presence at his flat with a tentative Force tendril, sneaking in past Skywalker's defenses. It was a little game they played- a contest of sorts to see how far one could get without being detected. There were boundaries, they both knew, and respected that fact- but had never really decided definitively on where they were. Right now all Mara could sense was anticipation, excitement and a little bit of frustration tinged with� what? Loneliness? Perhaps she'd gone too far.

She was left with little time to debate, as Luke had just opened the door. "Excitement, Skywalker? A Jedi craves not these things," she mocked with a small smile.

"Hmph," Luke returned, blue eyes teasing. "It's just Farmboy tonight, thank you, Mara. Can I take your bag?" He picked it up without waiting for an answer and Mara had to wonder, just for a minute, if he was nervous that she would change her mind and stay somewhere else.

Mara hadn't been in Skywalker's apartment for ages, she realized as she stepped across the threshold. The Jedi Master must have been in the habit of spending a lot more time on-planet if he'd had the time and ambition to redecorate. She had to admit the muted blue was a good accent for the sandy color he'd chosen for his furniture. "You've been busy," she commented, taking it all in.

His dry chuckle drew her own smile. "Actually, it's the lack of activity that's had me redecorating. All quiet on the Rimward front," he said sheepishly.

"What?" Mara feigned shock. "The great Jedi Master is also on vacation? I never thought I'd see the day." She could tell he was having difficulty not sticking his tongue out at her.

"Touché," Luke conceded, waving his hand towards the couch. "Have a seat."

She did, letting her gaze wander around the newly redone sitting room. "Here, Jedi man, you've even got wall decorations!" she exclaimed. "I was beginning to think those were against the code!" She left it at that, though, knowing that he could be sensitive about his hermit tendencies on occasion.

"Even Jedi Masters need hobbies," he defended quietly.

Yep. Went too far. "You mean farmboys," she said, a little ashamed of herself, sensing his acceptance of her quiet apology. "So this is what you get up to on your days off." Despite her tired limbs, she heaved herself off of the couch again and made her way over to the wall.

This is good, she found herself thinking, staring, and felt another pang of shame at her surprise. A mischievous Jaina Solo looked out at her, fists full of wires and grease smeared across her cheeks. "I'll bet her mother appreciates that one," she found herself saying.

Luke laughed, and she relished the sound. The unemotional Jedi Master had been in control for far too long. "Maybe not," he admitted, "but it's Han's favorite."

"Woman after his own heart," Mara commented. "Did you draw all of these? They're incredible." She could feel his embarrassment and pleasure at her remark. Every sketch was perfect, each line and smudge had character. And, she noted, there was something uniquely Luke in every one of them- an underlying innocence, maybe, in the way he saw the world. "There must be one of almost everyone you know." Han, Leia, the Solo brats, she thought fondly. Most of the Jedi at the academy. Wedge and his family. Baby Jysella Horn and her big brother. She stopped herself from looking further, unsure of what she would do if she were absent.

"Not everyone," Luke admitted, and his tone caused her to look his way. He was balancing a sketchpad on his knee and looking up at her with a pleading expression. "Humor me?"

She was unable to stop her eyebrows from raising, but curiosity got the better of her. What better way to find out how Luke saw her? "You want me to pose for you?" Mara very nearly cringed at her words. Could that have been any cheesier?

He nodded. "Just� sit on the chaise by the window. Make yourself comfortable; I like to take my time."

Could she handle having Skywalker stare at her all night? she wondered, but obeyed just the same. "Like this?" she asked, arranging herself.

"Mmm," was the answer as Luke looked from her to the sketchpad and back again. "That's perfect," he said, but he was frowning.

"What?"

"Nothing. Don't move."

Mara stared out the window, feeling his presence coming closer until his breath was on her cheek. "What are you-"

And then she realized. Luke's hand was playing with the end of her braid, pulling out the hair tie and shaking her long hair free of its confinement. "I like your hair down," he said quietly. Despite her best efforts, Mara felt her entire body flush.

"Oh," she said quietly, trying desperately not to move. If Luke kept doing things like that, it was going to be a long art session.

It was five minutes before Mara heard the pencil scratching on the sketchpad, five minutes Luke spent scrutinizing her intently. At first she could sense his gaze was broad, gauging shapes and proportions and angles, getting a general sense of where to start. This isn't so bad, she told herself, breathing deeply. Then she felt him concentrating on her face and her composure started to slip. He's drawing my lips. She could see it as clearly as if she were drawing them herself. She knew he was examining them closely and licked them before she could stop herself.

The pencil stopped for a second, and Mara closed her eyes and took a few more deep breaths. Maybe I should try some Jedi calming exercises, she thought to herself dryly.

Luke interrupted her thoughts with a quiet demand. "Eyes open, Mara."

She did as she was told, and as her eyes refocused she realized that she could see his reflection in the transparisteel. Oh, just what I needed. Another deep breath. Her face was getting hot. That's my ear he's drawing now, she realized, calculating angles from the window. Moving down to the curve of my neck. At this rate I'll be crazy by the time he gets to my toes.

Mara tried not to think about it, and let out a quiet sigh of relief when she felt his concentration shift to safer territory- her fingers on the transparisteel. But when he moved his pencil down to shade her wrist she felt herself flushing again. Then he moved up to draw her shoulder and she began to feel distinctly uncomfortable.

She swallowed hard, resolving to look out the window at the passing traffic- but all she could focus on was Luke's reflection. His lower lip was caught between his teeth. She could almost taste the air he was exhaling.

Then she felt something else- like a phantom caress on her skin. It moved up from the small of her back to her neck, then pooled at her collarbone, navigated the treacherous slope downwards-

He's drawing my breasts competed for precedence in her stunned brain with it's getting really hot in here. Mara could no longer deny it, even to herself: she was getting turned on. Her breasts were becoming fuller and heavier with increased blood-flow, and only a tiny fraction of it was headed there.

Which led to an interesting debate that distracted her momentarily. Was it possible that she actually wanted the Jedi Master?

The answer seemed to be staring her in the face- or, rather, it was now staring her in the arse, tracing it with delicate strokes that she swore she could feel. Yes, she wanted Luke, terrible dress sense and all. Forget about the long posing session, Mara thought. What about the long weekend? She was already entertaining thoughts as to how they could spend it and none of her ideas had anything to do with leaving the apartment.

The pencil was sketching her legs now, she was certain. Luke must have drawn in the general form already because he was concentrating on her sock-clad feet, and damned if his gaze didn't actually tickle. He moved up the inside of her calf, behind her knee, and she wondered inanely whether Luke would know to kiss her there. On the window, her hand was shaking.

From the way Luke was now staring intently, the drawing had to be nearly finished. The wave of heat that followed his scrutiny jumped from the back of her knee to her upper thighs and then, just for a second, rested between her legs. Mara's head fell helplessly against the transparisteel, seeking the relief its cool temperature had to offer.

"Done, for now," came Luke's voice, and his words echoed in the ache Mara felt within her.

Not even close, Farmboy, she thought desperately to herself, taking her time sitting up.

"Actually, I was wondering if you might help me with a little experiment of mine."

Does it involve ripping your clothes off? If he kept talking he could do whatever he liked with her. She'd had no idea that his voice making simple demands could affect her in such a way. "I'm all ears."

"Just lay on your side. I want to take some measurements."

Mara fought very hard to maintain any pretense at calm. "Do I get to take yours afterwards?"

"That's not what I meant." He didn't even sound embarrassed! This was a new side of Luke. "Point your toes."

She obeyed, unable to think clearly enough to do anything else. A hand rested on her foot and she squeezed her eyes shut. Easy, Mara. Think about ration bars.

Luke ran the measuring tape up her leg, smoothing it down with his other hand. He paused for a split second when he got to her knee, let his hand linger a moment. Then it was up, over her thigh, on her hip-

Ration bars!

"Mara."

She knew that technically, her name meant 'bitter', but on his lips it was erotic. "Mmm."

"Where is your belly button?"

She hadn't thought there was much left to catch her off guard, but this question did. Reaching with her left hand, she grabbed a hold of his and guided him to it, lifting her shirt a few inches. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps now, and she could only hope that she was quiet enough that he wasn't noticing. She thought she would die when he traced a line from her navel to her hip, and waited almost unknowingly for the next caress, but Luke was already moving on with his measuring tape. He stopped once more to line the tape up properly along her spine and she shivered when his warm breath wafted across the back of her neck. Oh stars, I want him.

And then he was behind her on the chaise, nibbling her skin gently, sucking an earlobe into his hot mouth. "You know, you don't have to sleep on the couch." His hand crept up and around her, stroking her upper thigh.

Against her will, Mara made a noise of agreement. Her brain didn't seem to have anything coherent to add. The hand moved higher, inward. Its companion had sneaked under her and was toying with a breast.

"How chivalrous of you," Mara finally gasped, and was rewarded for her contribution with a light pinch of the nipple. She convinced her body to turn towards Luke on the chaise and he immediately buried his head in her neck. Moaning, she tilted her head back to allow him freedom, running a hand up his chest. Before she'd thought twice, she had ripped his shirt down the front and exposed the rippling muscles beneath.

Luke breathed in sharply when she rid him of his shirt, then let it all out when she dragged her fingernails over his nipples. It seemed to act as a catalyst for his action, because it was the last of any control Mara saw for the entire night. In seconds she was pinned beneath him, his legs on either side of her and both of his hands occupied fully with lavishing attention on her breasts. His gaze was intent, glazed over with passion, unrelenting. Before she knew it, he'd removed her shirt and used it to tie her hands together above her head. Then, with one long last lick of her neck, Luke's mouth moved downwards, finding an already erect nipple and circling it slowly with his tongue. His real hand found her other breast and tweaked and pulled and massaged until she was certain she would die, and still he did not stop.

Mara was so caught up in the attention her chest was getting that she had failed to notice Luke sliding her pants down to her knees. She arched so far off the chaise when Luke grazed her center that she seemed to be one with the sky. He ripped her panties from her and her eyes rolled back unseeingly. "Oh, Luke!" He was touching her everywhere- his mouth alternating breasts and his hands occupied with her aching, wet core. A finger dipped inside of her and she moaned loudly. Another followed it, questioning, probing, rubbing and coaxing. "Luke, please!"

Everything stopped for a moment, and Mara noted that her legs had been freed. No sooner had she made this discovery than Luke's tongue had asserted itself between them. Mara threw her head back, fighting to keep from screaming. He was holding her legs apart with his shoulders and touching her everywhere, and it was rapidly becoming too much for her. When he curled his finger inside of her again, she exploded: her body was wracked with tremors and she could have sworn she saw the stars shining right through his high ceiling. Luke's tongue caressed her intimately until her shaking subsided. Then, very gently, he kissed his way up her body until their noses were touching.

"Did they teach you that in Jedi school?" Mara asked dazedly, breathing hard. "Because I think I might be interested in taking a refresher course."

He chuckled softly, freeing her hands from her shirt. "No, that was something I picked up on my own. Though I appreciate the practice."

"Me, too," she murmured, allowing him to run his callused hands over her body. Flexing one arm experimentally, she propped herself up on it and leaned over him.

Their lips met with a tenderness that belied the cataclysmic sensations that had just rocked her body. Luke's mouth was the only part of him that was soft, Mara thought fleetingly as his tongue traced her lip. Still, she could feel his remaining urgency- the Jedi Master had not yet been fulfilled. By the time Luke broke the kiss, she was rethinking the meaning of the word tender. Her body was once again infused with an undeniable heat. Luke traced a finger down her body, then sat up slowly.

"And just where do you think you're going?" she challenged, but his only answer was a roguish grin.

He was kneeling at her feet now, somehow suddenly naked, the tips of his fingers sliding softly over the tops of her feet. Firmly, he grasped one ankle in each hand, inching them up her legs. She felt him pause as he lifted one leg and held her breath-

His lips descended on the sweet spot behind her knee, sending her senses reeling. He found it, she marveled, somehow not surprised. No one was better attuned to her than Luke Skywalker.

But he moved inexorably on, and with a start she realized his hands were resting on her hips and he was waiting for her, casting a questioning impression in the Force. She opened her eyes, watching him expectantly. Her mouth went dry at the sight of his well-toned body, poised to take her as his own.

He must have sensed her acceptance, because in a heartbeat his lips were on hers as he thrust himself fluidly into her.

Mara tried furiously to keep a cap on the sensations this caused, but she knew she was failing. Her inner muscles were still throbbing with the last vestiges of her first orgasm, and she could tell by the look on Luke's face that it was affecting him, too. Incapable of waiting a second longer, she lifted her legs and crossed them behind his back, pulling him in tightly before relaxing enough to give him room to continue.

Luke's movements were smooth and controlled, every thrust powerful and deep, in time with Mara's contracting muscles. He built the pressure slowly, drawing it out as Mara drove her fingernails into the flesh on his back. "Yes� Luke�"

Once again he seemed to know exactly what she needed and balanced on one arm, rubbing gently over her clit with the thumb of his other hand. She had no idea what she screamed as her second climax gripped her, able only to close her eyes and enjoy it. She clamped down hard on his cock, feeling it spasm and release repeatedly. When she could see again, Luke was looking down at her, an expression of amazement on his face.

Mara scooted over enough to give him room to lie down, sensing he'd need it. Luke collapsed beside her. Finally, she found words. "How did you know?" Her voice was raspy and she realized she'd been louder than she thought.

Luke kissed her palm, his breathing already almost regular, and let a teasing note seep into his voice. "You were broadcasting," he answered with a sheepish smirk. "A man only has so much control."

Under other circumstances, she might have been embarrassed or even offended. This was Luke, though, and after the experience she had just had, she wasn't about to yell at him. "So that's how you knew exactly what I wanted." If her barriers had slipped, not only would he have known that she wanted him- he'd have had a graphic instruction booklet as to how she wanted him.

"Yeah�" And now, inexplicably, he was getting shy on her again. "Mara, I don't want you to think� I mean." He was naked in front of a huge window on the most densely populated planet in the galaxy and he was nervous. Mara took his hand. "What I'm trying to say is, I don't want to pressure you into anything." She knew he wasn't lying, but at the same time, she knew exactly what it was he so desperately wanted. It was the same thing he'd always wanted- except that he'd never wanted it from her before.

A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "You mean now that we've had passionate sex in front of half of the planet, I'm not obligated to you in anyway? Because I think I owe you one, actually."

He flushed, probably wondering if they were plastered all over the holonews yet. "You know what I mean."

"I do," she agreed, sobering a bit. "But even if I wanted to, I don't think I could walk away from what we just shared. I may not be the romantic type, but I know something precious when I see it. Or feel it, as the case may be."

She thought his smile might blind her. "I thought you might. I'd suggest we take it slow, but I think we're far beyond that point about now."

Uncharacteristically, Mara giggled. "Rest assured that if you tried to take this back to square one right now, I would be attempting to foil you at every turn. And I'd win."

"Luckily, I have no desire to do any such thing." He grinned. "Race you to the bedroom?"

*

In the morning she ached all over. Her arms and legs felt like rubber, she had at least three nearly-painful 'love bites', her breasts throbbed and other places were feeling very well worked out. She could hear the shower going and sent a mental good morning to Luke before stretching carefully. Luke's apartment was always cold in the morning, so she walked very carefully over to his wardrobe and filched an old cloak to keep her warm.

Wandering into the kitchenette, Mara was pleased to note that the caf was already made, sitting on the hot plate. Feeling the faint stirrings of a hunch, she sat herself at the comm console in the main room and waited. Are you going to want me to answer this? she asked, sensing that Luke was hurrying. He, too, must have known he was about to receive a call. It was a bizarre experience. Normally, the Force didn't work that way- perhaps they were merely better attuned to it after their dramatic bonding the night before. A sheaf of papers in the corner of the desk grabbed her attention for a minute and she gasped. They were sketches of her- sprawled out sleeping with her head on her arm, barely covered with the thin sheet; lying back on the chaise with her fingers on the window; stretching on the roof of the Jedi Academy at sunrise. And then there were less innocent renderings� Mara with her head thrown back in ecstasy, Mara and Luke drawn from a vantage point somewhere over his shoulder, and one of Luke bent over her, eyes boring into her own. Her mouth went dry. Mara had been with other men before Luke, but she was sure that none of them had ever seen her like this. And there was a truth hidden in those sketches- one that Luke was afraid of�.

The comm activated and Mara almost swore. "Hello, Leia."

"Mara!" the other woman exclaimed in surprise. "I must have entered the wrong contact."

She did her best to keep her cool. "No, if you're looking for your brother, he's in the 'fresher- just about finished, I think. I'm only staying here because my apartment got flooded." And also because your brother is a lesser-known sex deity.

"Still in the 'fresher at this hour?" Leia frowned.

Mara glanced in shock at the chrono on the wall. "Yeah," she managed, hoping she wasn't going to blush. "We, um, got to bed late."

"Well, if you're on-planet, maybe you can answer my question. There was a huge explosion in the Force last night- it kept the kids awake until the wee hours of the morning. You and Luke are more attuned to the Force than I am; do you know anything about it?"

Actually, Leia, I think it was us that made it. "Umm� explosion? Yeah, I might have felt something like that." The mere memory was making her squirm. How many times last night had she screamed his name in the throes of passion? She couldn't remember, but her body would never forget. What was it the little green man said? 'Control, you must learn control!'

She was incredibly relieved when she felt Luke step up behind her, although she was all too aware that he was wearing only a towel tucked around his waist. "Explosion?" he echoed. "Probably a couple of Force-strong teenagers got a little frisky and forgot to shield. Nothing to worry about," he said confidently, wrapping an arm around Mara's shoulders. "We'll be sure to remind them about their barriers if they forget again." Something wet and hot encircled her ear, and Mara closed her eyes, feeling her face heat. They were insane; he had practically given them away, and she didn't even care. "Anyway, much to take care of. See you later, Leia. Skywalker, out." And he pulled the plug.

She turned towards him, forestalling any contact for a moment. "Wait a second, Farmboy. Before this goes any further I want to know one thing. What in seven hells was your experiment last night about? The measuring tape?"

Luke just grinned at her. "Math," he answered smugly. "If you'll care to follow me to the 'fresher, Miss Jade, all will be revealed."

Oh, I bet it will. Out loud she merely said, "You just got out of the 'fresher!"

"I was lonely," he quipped. "After you."

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