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Part 10
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Still an unpaid author playing in
George’s sandbox.
Grumbling a curse in Huttese,
Luke leaned over to retrieve his fallen hydrospanner
from the base of a TIE fighter’s hexagonal solar panel. Workspace was limited
atop the ship and, at times like this, he missed the semi-even planes of his
X-wing, if only to serve as a place to prop his tools.
True to her word, Lady Jade had arranged for him to work
on the small Imperial star fighters when not training with her or commanding
alongside Admiral Dane. He was wiping engine grease from his hands when she
arrived unexpectedly. Dressed in simple fatigues with her hair pulled back in a
tail, she could easily have blended in as one of the crew, until she cleared the
hangar of all other pilots and mechanics with a wave of her hand. Climbing an
access ladder, she joined him on his perch beside the circular cockpit.
“Hi,” he greeted her with a smile.
“Enjoying yourself?” she asked
warmly as she settled beside him.
“I am,” he said, gracing her lips briefly with a kiss.
“They’re well-built ships, though I can see why the interceptors and bombers
are preferred.”
“True,” she answered, picking up the fallen hydrospanner. Leaning gracefully over Luke’s knees, she reached
into the control panel where he’d been working and connected the dislodged
culprit wires with practiced ease.
“Targeting alignment,” she mumbled, sitting up. “Always a problem.”
Luke, for his part, had been enjoying the view of her
shapely curves that even fatigues could not conceal and resisted the urge to
pull her back across his lap again as she turned her attention to the vast
array of TIE fighters spread out before them.
Larger than the traditional wing of seventy-two fighters
housed aboard smaller Star Destroyers, the Avarice hosted an impressive
display of firepower in her belly. Jade gazed across multiple squadrons of
fighters. “Do you think there will come a time when they are not used for war,
Skywalker?”
Luke was surprised by the question, and the fact that she
had addressed him by his name for the first time. “What other purposes could
they serve?”
“Not many,” she conceded. “In peace time, they could be
effective in offensive strikes against crime lords or slave traders.”
“Peace time,” Luke repeated thoughtfully. “Will we
ever have peace?”
Her brow furrowed in consideration. “Not while the Emperor
lives,” she answered after a pause. “The Old Republic
was crumbling years before we were born. The Emperor promised your father that
the rule of the Sith would
end the Clone War and bring peace. That was over twenty years ago, and the
fighting has never stopped.”
Luke pondered this as his father’s words echoed in his
mind: Join me, and together we can end this destructive conflict.
“That was why he wanted me to join him,” Luke said
quietly. “To end the war.”
“Do you regret it?” She asked. “Not joining him?”
He answered slowly, measuring his words. “I regret that I
only knew him as an enemy.”
“Would you have joined him if he had not required you to
turn to the dark side?”
Luke laughed, a strangled sound
as he remember that fateful duel that seemed a lifetime ago. “That wasn’t an
option.”
“What if I told you that it is now?”
Jade turned to face him and met his gaze steadily, her
green eyes burning with intensity. “Join me. Together, we can destroy the
Emperor.”
He stared back at her, a niggling of understanding forming
somewhere on the periphery of his mind. “You want me to help you kill the
Emperor?”
“You are a Jedi,” she stated plainly, without insult or
derision. “Are you not obligated to be the guardian of peace? To destroy evil?”
“Then I would have to destroy you,” he retorted.
Jade tilted her head in askance. “Do you think I’m evil?”
Luke leaned back against the TIE’s
solar panel. Did he? By all appearances, she was a fair and
conscientious leader whose subordinates regarded her with the utmost respect
and loyalty. He’d only seen her anger once – against the men who had accosted
him. Her penchant for promiscuity aside, he’d seen no evidence of cruelty or
corruption in her actions. Well, if he didn’t count the months he’d spent
hanging on her wall, that was.
Shaking his head, he answered honestly, “I don’t know what
you are.”
She acknowledged the statement with a brief, accepting nod
before leaning forward to place her hand on his thigh. “You can defeat the
Emperor, Luke. He knows this. That’s why he sent the actors to kill you
at the masquerade.” Her pause for emphasis was not lost on Luke. “And he will
not be as tolerant as Vader. Regardless of what Palpatine
tells you, never believe that he wants you for anything more than a slave. He
will subjugate you, or he will kill you.”
“Then let me go free.” Luke proposed, taking her hand.
“You are powerful, my Lady. You could kill him yourself.”
Her expression hardened even as she threaded her fingers
through his. “Your father would have killed him years ago if it was that easy.”
Pressing her lips into a line, she looked down at their intertwined hands. “You
may go free when he is dead.”
Luke pulled his hand away. “That’s blackmail.”
“That’s a promise,” she said simply.
Her eyes were clear and, in them, he saw no deceit.
“We can end this war, Luke.” Her voice was calm yet
determined. “You will be my liaison to the Alliance.”
“With you as the Empress?-”
“Not necessarily,” she interjected quickly. “Many of your
leaders in the Alliance were once in positions
of influence in the Old
Republic. I am certain
that a balance of power can be negotiated. We can combine our strengths to
restore democracy.”
Again, her words echoed familiar. “You sound like my
father.”
Jade looked away and he sensed her thoughts turning
inward. “Lord Vader wanted to restore order in the galaxy,” she answered
quietly. “I pledged my allegiance to him for that purpose.”
Luke cleared his throat, feeling
bolstered by her honesty, and asked, “Was that before or after you were
lovers?”
The question startled her from her reverie and she blinked
at him, surprised.
Luke shrugged. “You told me yourself, the first day we
met, that you’d been,” he paused, searching for a tactful phrase, “intimate
with him.”
“You remember that, do you?” Mischief played around her
lips in an almost-grin. Luke could have mentioned the fact that he’d heard more
than one rumor about her relationship with his father while aboard the Avarice,
but he waited for her answer instead.
“It was before,” she said without apology. “As a young
woman, I was one of the Emperor’s Hands. You’ve probably never heard of them.”
Luke shook his head ‘no,’ and she continued, “The Emperor
placed Lord Vader in charge of my tutoring on lightsaber
combat and fleet command. It was during my time with him that I first traveled
the galaxy and saw the tyranny of Palpatine’s rule in
the lives of upstanding citizens.”
“Somehow, I can’t see you and my father being sent out to
combat that type of thing,” Luke commented skeptically.
“We weren’t, but it was everywhere we went. And Lord Vader
hated useless waste.” She shifted, as if the memories made her restless. “Your
father didn’t sleep much and we spent many nights on the Executor
talking about the conflict and how things could be resolved, under the proper
leadership. He told me how the Old Republic Jedi and Senate had played into the
Supreme Chancellor’s hands; and how he himself had been deceived…”
“By the Emperor,” Luke finished.
She nodded.
“And yet you serve him.”
Her eyes flashed. “As far as he knows.”
Luke couldn’t help but smile at her open disregard for the
gnarled sovereign, before his thoughts turned again to his father.
“What happened to him? My father,” he asked.
“Palpatine learned of his
treasonous offer to you on Bespin…and executed him,”
she answered darkly.
“Will he not do the same to you?” Luke queried. “If he
discovers your plot?”
“Possibly,” she answered, standing abruptly and descending
the access ladder just far enough to put her at eye-level with Luke. “But Palpatine taught me many things in my youth. Most importantly - how to survive.”
Reaching for him, she slipped her hand behind his neck and
pulled is lips to hers in a generous kiss, from which she withdrew slowly.
“Think about what I said.”
Luke leaned against the ladder and watched her saunter out
of the hangar bay, the taste of her mouth still tingling on his tongue.
* * * * *
Lady Jade was in the shower when he returned to her suite
that night and he stood at the entryway, watching her. Guided by her bare
hands, water and soap mixed in slick swirls over her fair curves. She turned so
that only her back side was visible to him before winking at him over her
shoulder with a mouthed, Come in.
He needed no further invitation and stripped off his
clothes and boots to join her under the steaming torrent. Brushing against her
from behind, he pulled her wet mane aside to kiss the back of her neck.
“I’m not an assassin, my Lady.” His lips vibrated against
her skin as he trailed them toward her ear in a determined line. “I cannot
promise to kill the Emperor.”
Turning her around, he grasped her shoulders, massaging
them lightly. “But I will stand with you against him. If you will truly do as
you say.”
She palmed his cheek, returning his earnest gaze. “You
have my word.”
Water coursed between them, making their flesh slick as he
pulled her close, sliding his hands freely over her bare skin. “Just tell me
one thing, my Lady,” he murmured into her ear.
“Mara.” Pulling away, she stood before him naked and still as rivulets
of water rolled off her hair and cheeks. “My name is Mara.”
“Mara,” he repeated. Luke had known her name, somewhere in
his previous life. He’d never imagined he would have the privilege of speaking
it aloud. “Tell me. Would I be here if my father was still alive?”
“Your father wanted you here,” she answered gently. “But
you’re really asking about me and him, aren’t you?”
Luke didn’t answer, focusing his attention instead on
tracing the outline of her lips with his thumb.
“Lord Vader was always a soul unto himself, but you
-” She licked droplets water from her lips and his fingers. “I would have you
as my consort, should you consent when the galaxy is sane again.”
Slipping his hands around her hips, he guided her slowly
backwards toward the wall. “Do you not have noble suitors lined up requesting
that particular honor?”
“Of course I do,” she answered, her back hitting the damp
wall. “Jealous?”
Luke pinned her with his thighs, returning her teasing
smirk with undisguised intent. “No,” he breathed against her lips. “I’m not.”
With that, he claimed her mouth, kissing her hot and hard
as warm water from the shower pulsed around them. Her fingernails dug into his
back, beckoning him deeper. Ignoring the pain, he rubbed his palms firmly down
the swells of her breasts and hips. Sliding one hand behind her waist, he brought
the other to the front and dipped lower into her wet, womanly folds.
She moaned against his mouth, but he did not release her.
Instead, he fingered the nub between her cleft deliberately, circling and
stroking the tender flesh until it became hard and erect.
Unlike the water pouring over them, her juices remained
slippery and he delved deep into her core to moisten his fingers for their
continued fondling of her sex. She pushed her hips against him in a vain effort
to increase the friction, but he disengaged and slid his hand down her leg
instead.
“Luke,” she gasped, supplicating him again with
open-legged thrusts.
“No,” he answered calmly. “You won’t finish until I let
you.”
She groaned and he spread her thighs with his knees,
opening her wide. With a flick of his hand, the shower dispenser rotated to
point directly on her flushing folds and she cried aloud as the pulsing water
hit her exposed sex.
Ignoring his aching erection, he worked her again with his
fingers bringing her to the brink of completion again and again as she had done
to him. When she began to struggle, he restrained her against the wall. “Don’t
make me get the collar,” he threatened huskily.
“Damn you!” She panted with lidded eyes.
“You like it!” He hissed, burying his mouth in the hollow
of her neck to the sound of her guttural moans.
Her body began to shudder as he kneaded her between his
fingers and he cupped her jaw in his hand, forcing her to look into his face.
“Ask for it!"
She swallowed and he plied her engorged womanhood even
harder. “You would have me as your consort?” he pressed heatedly. “Can you not
say the title that you’ve bestowed on me already?”
Looking up at him with lust-glazed eyes, she stilled in
his arms. “Please…my Lord."
With ardent gratification, he brought her to climax,
capturing her lips with his and absorbing her cries as she screamed into his
mouth. Before she was even finished, he thrust his swollen cock deep inside
her, rubbing his taut flesh against her still-tender clit.
Her cries turned to supplication, then, as she wrapped her
legs around his waist and rode him fervently, begging for more. He indulged
her, grasping her firmly around the waist and grinding her against him until
they both exploded in passionate release.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she fell onto his
shoulders, murmuring against his damp skin as they slowed and he lowered her
back onto the floor. He held her there, caressing her trembling body as the
water fell around them.
Lying in bed that night, he ran his fingers through the
silk of her freshly-dried hair and she leaned into his hand, kissing his palm.
“Does the Emperor still hurt you?” He asked quietly.
“What?” Green orbs flashed in the semi-darkness.
Luke took a careful breath. “I had a vision. Of you…kneeling before the Emperor. There was blood.” He
paused, trying to gauge her reaction. “And you were screaming,” he finished
hesitantly.
She closed her eyes with a sigh, caressing his cheek
tenderly. “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “That will not happen.”
His eyelids grew heavy and her soft words ushered him into
sleep.
“Ever again.”
(to
be continued…)
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