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Part 1: One Night on Wayland
*REVISED*
A/N: Written over a year ago, the original version
of "Wayland" was my first attempt at writing adult fanfic. Recently, I realized that I just didn’t like it
anymore and re-worked large portions of it, hopefully without changing the
original ‘feel’ and set-up for the following vignettes. Thanks for reading or
re-reading! Feedback is very much appreciated.
Rating: NC-17
Setting: During The
Last Command
Disclaimer: I do not own Luke, Mara or Star Wars.
(If I did own Luke, I wouldn't be spending my free time writing fanfic.)
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YOU WILL KILL LUKE SKYWALKER!
Mara Jade sat bolt upright in her bedroll, panting. The forest of Wayland was quiet, and that made her
nervous. Quiet was rarely a good thing in a forest. When she’d gone to sleep,
Skywalker had been on watch, but those hours must have passed as the Wookiee now held that post.
Standing up, she picked her way across her sleeping
companions and made her way to a secluded cove. The Emperor’s final command to
kill Skywalker pounded in her head almost constantly now and, until today,
she’d believed it justified.
Until her conversation with Noghri
when she’d realized that Skywalker was Vader’s son and that her mission to kill
him had been no more than the Emperor’s last, desperate attempt to exact
revenge against his treacherous apprentice.
She had no justified reason to kill Skywalker and she knew
it. Even when working for the Emperor, she’d not have taken the life of an
innocent man of her own volition. But where did that leave her now? Her master
was dead and she was left to her own devices. And his damned
voice bellowing in her head.
In a part of her she’d never admit existed, she could
think of other things she’d rather do to Luke Skywalker than kill him.
Especially after she’d recently caught him changing clothes and been treated to
the impressive sight of his bare torso. She’d been involved with her share of
men, professionally and otherwise, but had rarely seen such contained,
controlled perfection as she saw in her nemesis.
Perfection in more ways than one, she thought as she heard
soft footsteps behind her. Of course, he would find her here. Damn him
and his Jedi instincts.
“Mara?” Luke approached in the darkness.
She gritted her teeth. “Go away, Skywalker.”
“I felt a churning…in the Force. Are you all right?”
“It’s none of your business,” she spat.
“If you need-”
Mara spun around, pointing her holdout blaster directly
between his eyes. “I said, it’s none of your
business!” She glared vibroblades at him. It could
end here. Right now. The crippling
voice, the suffocating pressure in her head. Jedi or not, there was no
way Skywalker could deflect a point-blank shot to his head. “I could kill you now,”
she rasped. “I could…”
To his credit, Skywalker didn’t flinch or even blink.
Instead, he narrowed his eyes and took a slow breath. “All
right. But promise me one thing – that you’ll
kill me for your reasons, and not because of some pre-programmed compulsion.”
Pre-programed? Mara was
taken aback. She wasn’t - For the first time since she’d been a
teenager, the blaster shook in her hands.
And in a flurry of arms and legs, Skywalker knocked it
from her grasp and tackled her to the ground. Pinning her arms above her head,
he looked down at her earnestly. “Let me help you, Mara. You don’t have to be
his servant anymore.”
She struggled under his weight. “Get off of me, Skywalker.
I don’t need or want your Jedi gestures of nobility.”
Luke lifted himself slowly. “I’m sorry,” he rose, shifting
his hips awkwardly. “I didn’t know compassion was a crime.”
Mara had noticed the reason for his discomfort when he’d
been lying on top of her, though she could hardly dare to believe it. Rising
shakily to her feet, she rounded on Skywalker and shoved him face first against
a large tree trunk, holding him there from behind.
“Hey!” he protested. “What are you-”
Before he could move, she reached her right hand around to
his crotch and took hold of the hardened bulge between his legs.
He froze.
“So,” she murmured into his ear, “you are human.”
When Luke finally spoke, it was with a rasp of
humiliation. “Unfortunately.”
This was interesting. Blame it on her confusion or
frustration, but she found Skywalker’s aroused state intriguing…and appealing.
She couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t been attracted to him, physically
at least. Was it possible that he had the same inclinations?
His manhood throbbed beneath her palm and she had no
desire to let go. There was something raw and primitive about his caged stance
that ignited a fire under her skin. Exhausted and anxious about the events that
would surely face them in the morning, she suddenly wanted nothing more than to
lose herself in carnal pleasure.
Conflicted, distracted, and – dare she think it – starved
for a physical release, Mara pressed herself against the tensed muscles in his
back. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” She stroked the source of his embarrassment,
her pulse pounding suddenly in her ears at the groan that escaped from his
throat. “How long have you felt…this way?”
“Longer than you want to know.”
She released him and stepped back, “Longer than I’ve
wanted you?”
Luke turned slowly to face her, “I – What do you mean?”
He looked down at her in the moonlight and, whether by
fault or design, his façade of composure cracked just enough to reveal an
expression of unchecked desire. It was all the prompting she needed. Grabbing
the front of his shirt roughly, she tugged him forward and pressed her mouth
against his. She expected to meet resistance or even hesitation, but instead
his tongue parted her lips in eager anticipation. His kiss was warm and firm
and…hungry.
Mara yielded to the strong hands grasping her upper arms,
holding her steady as he plundered her mouth with hot, hard kisses. She was
still clutching the front of his shirt for balance when he pulled away. “What
do you want?” he gasped.
She didn’t answer. Instead, she dipped her hand inside his
pants and stroked the pulsing flesh awaiting her there, leaving little doubt
about what she wanted.
“Good,” he growled, pulling her lips against his as he
slipped his hand beneath her tunic and cupped the curve of her breast. His
touch was gentle yet commanding and sent a shiver trilling up her spine.
Mara separated this time, breathless. “For the record,
this is just sex, Skywalker.” Her hand had never left the hot length, now moist
at the tip. “No strings attached. No uncomfortable silences tomorrow. I don’t
want you to think that just because-”
“Shhhh,” Luke silenced her with
a single finger to her lips. “You talk too much…and you forget - I was in Rogue
Squadron.” His eyes flashed mischievously. “I know the drill.”
And with that, he spun her around so that she was the one
with her back against the tree, his hands pushing her tunic up and over her
head. With one hand, he held her arms there, tangled in her own clothing, while
he slid his other hand slowly down her torso.
Mara groaned, the sound
protesting even as she arched her back in unspoken supplication. Heeding her
desire, he took one breast in his mouth and the other in his hand…flicking each
nipple with tongue and fingers until they were erect.
She moaned again and Luke glanced up at her, his free hand
sliding further down to toy with the clasp at her waist. “Wait!” she gasped.
“You don’t have any diseases do you? Or…protection….by any chance?”
“No and no,” Luke gritted his teeth. She could hear him
thinking that it was a fine time to get practical on him now. “Do you want me
to stop?”
“You’d better not,” she answered.
“That’s what I thought you’d say,” he answered, slipping
his hand past her waistband and pushing her pants to the ground. Securing her
legs against the trunk with his knees, he began to stroke her hips and thighs,
venturing only centimeters from the softness below her navel.
Mara thrust her hips toward his elusive hand. “That’s
mean,” she panted.
”You don’t like it?” he whispered, slipping his fingers
into the warm, wet folds between her legs.
Mara shuddered. “I like that better.”
Luke pressed his mouth against hers, his tongue moving in
rhythm with his fingers - opening, exploring…capturing. Mara could do nothing
but surrender to the pleasure that his hands and lips were imposing on her. Damn.
This was the calm, serene Jedi?
When he finally released her arms, lowering the palm that
had held her captive to caress her naked buttocks, she wasted no time in
placing her now-free hands against his tunic, pulling it open to trace the
outline of his muscled chest with her slender fingers.
She waited for him to pull his mouth from hers before
relieving him of his clothing with something akin to Jedi speed. Caught
off-guard by her unexpected display of skill, he fell easily to the ground with
a single shove, landing firmly on his back even as she dropped to her knees,
straddling his hips.
“Not bad,” he nodded approvingly.
Mara was not about to be outdone by the golden boy and
lowered her bare chest onto his and purred, “It gets better.”
Pressing her lips against the soft hollow of his neck, she
savored the taste of his skin, warmth salted with desire. Bending her knees,
she rested her slick crotch against his exposed erection and rocked her hips
slowly, grinding…teasing.
“Now you’re the one being mean,”
he accused, pushing his groin up against hers in an attempt to increase the
tantalizing friction.
Her green eyes flashed as she smirked, “I know.” Bending
forward even farther, she licked his hardened nipples, swirling her tongue
around them and nipping with her teeth until he was writhing beneath her.
“Mara…” he moaned, encircling her waist with his hands. “I
have to have you.”
She stopped, rising on her knees to position herself over
his throbbing tip. She met his gaze, glassy with desire. “Say ‘please’…Jedi.”
“Please.”
She could wait no longer and plunged herself down onto his
length, loosing an involuntary cry as he stretched her to magnificent width.
Gods, he felt good. His fingers tightened around her waist as she rode him,
slowly at first, but with increasing momentum at the encouragement of his
guiding hold.
Even though she was careful to keep from rubbing her
center against him, Mara felt herself approaching climax – too soon - and she
grabbed his shoulders, flipping them over so that he was on top.
Luke fell into rhythm and she spread her knees wide,
making herself even more taut. He groaned in response,
quickening his powerful thrusts.
“Wait,” she placed her hands against his waist and pushed
him out. Grasping his hard, wet cock in one hand, she pulled his mouth to hers
with the other and whispered huskily, “Since we’re not protected….” Lifting her
hips off the ground, she positioned his shaft against the tight entry between her
buttocks.
After only a moment’s hesitation, he was inside her,
filling her completely with exquisite pain. She closed her eyes until the pain
subsided and opened them to find Luke gazing down at her womanhood, entirely
exposed in front of him.
He winked at her and, without breaking stride, opened the
warm lips with one hand and found the delicate, erect nub within. Centering it
under his thumb, he pressed its wet tip, brushing and tapping in time with the
involuntary moans now escaping from her throat.
“Oh gods,” Mara breathed. Her entire body began to tremble
in anticipation. She had never known pleasure so intense, so consuming that it
blocked out all other thoughts. “Oh…gods…”
Luke’s eyes sparkled and his voice was husky with desire. “Say ‘please’…Emperor’s
Hand.”
Mara felt her face flush. “Please!”
And just when she thought she could not bear the delicious
torment any longer, he forced her release with a deliberate flick of his finger
even as he exploded inside her.
Their cries of raw pleasure echoed into the night, a
staccato beat to the bucking of their hips. When they were spent, Luke rolled
off of her and lay on his back, staring up at the trees.
"Intense," he panted.
Mara nodded, also transfixed on the foliage above. "Amazing." Who'd have thought?, she
wondered, turning to regard his profile in the moonlight. Shaking herself
mentally, she raised up on her elbow to face him. “Just to be perfectly clear
about this - I still have to kill you.”
Luke stared straight ahead, smirking. “Whatever you say,
Mara.”
“I’m serious! This was just sex. It doesn’t change
anything.”
“You’re right,” Luke agreed again with a grin. “But maybe
we could do it once more before you kill me?”
Exasperated, Mara got up to gather their clothes.
“Wait - I’ve got a better idea,” he announced. “You could
just kriff me to death.”
Mara scowled and threw his trousers at him so that they
smacked him squarely across the face.
“You mean you wouldn’t grant a condemned man his final
request?”
“Shut up, Skywalker,” she grumbled. “Just shut up.”
(Until next time…)
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