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Part 3: One Night on Kuat
Rating: NC-17
Setting: A few months after the short story, Jade
Solitaire. (Which we’ll pretend happened before the Callista
affair.)
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to own Star
Wars, I don’t - George does and I’ve put at least one of his kids through
college in the past 30 years adoring it.
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The annual Kuati Trade Show was
a popular exhibit and the large hangars were crowded wall to wall with
spectators and vendors of all species. Subsequently, Mara Jade was surprised at
how quickly she spotted the back of a familiar blond head in the crowd around
the latest prototype X-wing.
As he poured over the specs datapad,
one could have easily mistaken Luke Skywalker for a star-struck flyboy instead
of a Jedi Master. Mara had not known him in his fighter-pilot days, but the
spark in his eyes as he took in every feature of the impressive new snubfighter betrayed the unmistakable bond between a man
and his ship.
He had forgone his Jedi robe, and she couldn’t help but
admire the curve of the gray blood stripe on his black pants as he bent over to
inspect part of the landing gear.
Mara stepped up beside him as he straightened and followed
his gaze. “Nice turrets,” she commented over his shoulder.
Luke smiled, recognizing the voice and presence. “That’s
what I was thinking.” He turned to face her. “Hey, Mara- I didn’t expect to see
you here.”
She glanced around. “It’s good for business – seeing,
being seen.”
“Speaking of, congratulations on-”
A simulated sonic boom drowned out all possibility of
conversation and Luke motioned for her to follow him. Weaving through the
crowd, he led her to one of the less-traveled corridors and she fell into step
beside him.
“I was going to congratulate you on going independent,”
Luke stopped, leaning against the wall in a quiet corner, and regarded her with
an admiring gaze. “You’re a business woman now. And I heard about how you
acquired your very own ship.”
Mara shrugged dismissively. “It wasn’t anything
glamorous.”
“Oh, you should hear H’sishi
tell it.” He stepped back, holding up his palms in a gesture of awe and imitated
the Togorian’s voice, “I would not have believed
it if I had not seen it, Master Skywalker. One woman- One
woman against half a garrison. I thought she must be a Jedi when I
saw her lightsaber, but I had never seen such a
warrior, Master Skywalker. I would not have believed-”
“Okay, okay,” Mara stopped him, almost blushing. “I get
the idea. She’s exaggerating, I assure you.”
“I doubt it. And I would love to have seen that,” Luke
answered genuinely. “I’m proud of you, Mara.”
Any other time she would have doled out a sarcastic
response, but the look of sincere pride and approval on Luke’s face made the
retort die on her tongue. Instead, she simply smiled. “Thank you.”
They stood there for a moment, sharing a mutual awareness
of friendship and respect, until Luke broke the silence with an eager grin.
“So, can I see it?”
“What?”
“Your ship.”
“Oh! Sure.” This time he followed her to the main hangar
where she led him through a secured bay housing a SoroSuub3000 luxury yacht.
Luke whistled and nodded appreciatively. “Jade’s Fire.
I like that.” He walked around to the side, inspecting the hull with the same
intensity he’d shown for the prototype X-wing. “She’s incredible, Mara.”
The woman’s eyes lit up. “I’m still making modifications,
but she came with some high-end systems already installed.”
Luke finished his circle around the ship. “Do I get to see the inside?”
“If you’d like.” Mara keyed the remote in her pocket to lower the
landing ramp and waved Luke forward when it had settled. Watching him ascend
the ramp, she observed that his flight jacket stopped at his waistline,
affording her yet another impressive view of his backside.
He paused at the top of the ramp. “Lead the way, Captain
Jade.”
Captain Jade.
She liked the sound of that. And hearing from the
particular man gazing down at her sent an unexpected tingle down her spine.
Turning to lock the bay access door behind her, she pursed her lips
thoughtfully…and smiled.
* * * * *
“And this is my cabin,” Mara said, pausing in the main
corridor of the Fire.
Luke poked his head through the doorway. “Nice bed.”
“You would notice the bed,” she commented dryly.
“Don’t get any ideas.”
“I meant nothing by it,” Luke deadpanned. “You’re the one
showing me your bedroom.”
“Very funny,” Mara shooed him forward. “Now move along.
The cockpit is straight ahead. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Making a brief detour at the galley and weapons hold, Mara
entered the cockpit to find Luke admiring the fancy targeting system that the
previous owner had risked Mara’s life and the life of his own daughter to
secure. “Wow.” He glanced up at her. “You could take on half an Imperial fleet
with this.”
“Theoretically, yes. I haven’t had the opportunity to test
it, though.”
“Remind me to stay on your good side.” Luke turned,
noticing the bottle and glasses in her hand. "What's that?"
Mara held up the bottle. “This? It’s a rather exclusive
brandy I picked up on my last run to the Oseon
system. And since this is the first time I've had a Jedi Master on my ship, I
thought we could celebrate."
Something about the way she said "Jedi Master"
and a vaguely familiar gleam in her eye gave him pause, but Luke agreed
readily, reaching for the bottle and offering a toast to the Jade's Fire.
He took a sip of the rich, red liquid and sputtered, much to Mara's amusement.
"Whoa," he coughed. "That's some potent stuff."
“Good, huh?” she took a sip. “And now, to continue the
hospitality tour,” Mara guided Luke to the pilot’s chair. “I want to show you a
special feature.” Motioning for him to have a seat, she took the glass from his
hand and placed it on the console behind her. Stepping around him, Mara knelt
and took hold of Luke’s hands, pulling them together behind the chair. “If you
reach down here, at the base of the seat behind the backrest, there’s a
convenient place to stow-”
CLICK
“Stun cuffs.”
Luke jumped at the sensation of cool metal circling his
wrists. “Stun cuffs? Mara, what the-?”
“Relax, Master Jedi,” she soothed, standing up behind him,
trailing her fingers up his arms to lightly massage his neck. “They’re
deactivated. And, if you recall, I owe you a certain…favor.” Bending over his
shoulder, her hair fell forward, brushing his cheek. “Or did you think I’d
forgotten?”
Slowly, Luke turned his head and answered with a roguish
grin, “I’d hoped not.”
“Same rules?” she breathed, her lips just centimeters from
his.
“Aye, Captain,” he whispered huskily.
Pivoting around the chair, Mara straddled Luke’s legs,
seating herself on his lap. “You look hot….and warm,” she winked. “Let me
loosen this for you.” Her fingers traveled nimbly up his tunic releasing the
clasps. Pushing the dark fabric off his shoulders, they then journeyed lightly
down his now-exposed chest.
He watched her quietly from his restrained position,
feeling his body respond against the confines of his trousers. If Mara noticed
his state, she gave no indication and reached for the glass of liquor behind
her.
She took a drink, the sparkling liquid reflecting in her
green eyes, then held the glass to Luke’s lips and tilted it so he could
swallow. “You should come with me to Oseon sometime,”
she commented casually. “They have an impressive collection of spirits.”
Pulling the glass away from his mouth, her hand shifted
ever-so-slightly and red liquor splashed onto his bare chest. “Oops!” she
blinked. “Sorry about that. Don’t worry - I’ll clean it up.”
Setting the brandy aside, she swiped some of the wayward
liquid with her thumb then licked it off her finger. “Not bad. But this
would probably work better.” And with that, she leaned down and lapped the
liquor from his chest, grazing her lips lightly across the toned, tanned
muscles.
He moaned softly as her tongue continued its trek, even
after the brandy was gone. Seeking out each nipple, she flicked them to
hardness before following the lines of this collar bone up to his neck,
latching finally onto an earlobe until she felt him shiver beneath her.
Taking advantage of his distraction, she ran one hand
along his thigh until it reached the pulsing bulge below the belt of his pants.
“Do you always wear your clothes so tight?” she murmured into his ear.
“You seem to have that effect on me.”
“So it’s my fault?” she teased, sitting back on his
lap and reaching for his belt with both hands. “I suppose I should help you get
more comfortable, then. After all, you are my guest.”
Luke started to answer but grunted instead as his engorged
member was released and came to rest on his lower abdomen with a soft smack.
Mara scooted forward again, placing her still-clothed
crotch against his bareness, and reached for her glass. “So, like I was
saying,” she continued, taking a swig before pressing the cup to his lips
again. “I chose this particular liquor because of the hint of woody flavor.”
She pulled the drink away from his mouth, this time
spilling a considerable amount on his groin. “Oh dear,” she looked at the
brandy trickling down his erection. “I really am clumsy today.” Batting her
eyes in mock contrition, she asked, “Shall I get that for you?”
Luke could only nod as she climbed off his lap and pushed
his knees apart to kneel between his legs. Slowly, her warm tongue claimed the
red liquid along his hardened manhood and Luke’s head fell back against the
pilot’s chair with a groan.
Mara smiled at the sound even as she savored the taste of
sweet liquor combined with salty skin. Wrapping her fingers around the base of
his staff, she pressed her lips to its tip, alternately suckling and twirling
her tongue around the sensitive peak.
“Gods…Mara…”
Slowly, she took him in her mouth, sliding the embrace of
her lips up and down his shaft. He was far too well endowed for her to take him
completely, at least in this position. She was careful not to let him finish,
as dampness began to spread from the part of her that could hold him
entirely.
She sensed his mounting frustration and pulled her lips
from his cock, pressing them instead in a line of ascending kisses up his taut
stomach and chest.
“Mara…” he groaned through clenched teeth.
Rising from her knees, she stepped away from him and
leaned back against the console. “Is there a problem, Master Jedi?” she
smirked. “Payback’s tough, isn’t it? Especially in matters
of…control.”
Luke grimaced, remembering the time he’d left her hanging
in such a state on Yavin. He should have known she
wouldn’t forget that part, either. But two could play at this game.
“You want to see control?” He settled smugly into the seat
as much as he could with his hands still cuffed together behind the chair.
“I’ll show you control.”
Suddenly, Mara couldn’t move, her hands seemingly glued to
the console behind her. Luke made no move other than to narrow his eyes and the
zipper on the front of her shirt began to slide down as unseen hands pushed the
garment open. The fastener on her bra popped as well and the silky fabric fell
to puddle around her waist.
Intense blue eyes were trained on hers now and she stared
at them, mesmerized. The forgotten brandy glass rose gracefully and hovered in
front of her, only for a moment, before tipping to pour its contents across her
bare breasts.
She felt him release her arms as the unseen hands drew her
forward to stand between his legs. Her blouse and bra fell to the floor and he
pulled her even closer, bringing a single nipple to his mouth where he lapped
the red liquor with his tongue.
Mara moaned, slipping her hands into his hair and guiding
his mouth across her smooth flesh. He insisted on taking each pink tip into his
mouth and holding her with the Force if she tried to back away before he was
done.
Lost in the ministrations of his lips and tongue, she
became vaguely aware that her pants were sliding down her hips and she wriggled
out of them and her boots without breaking contact.
Luke released her then and she slid her hands down to his
shoulders. His skin was hot and sweaty and she realized that most of his
clothes were still on, pushed aside to expose only the parts she’d been
enjoying. She’d have to untie his hands to undress him but she wasn’t quite
finished with him. Not yet.
Lifting her legs onto his, she straddled him again,
rubbing her wet sex eagerly against his erection. “I’d be a lousy Captain if I
didn’t offer you the chance to experience every luxury aboard the Fire,
don’t you think?”
Luke shifted to increase the teasing pressure. “I won’t
argue. But I didn’t come prepared for-”
“Don’t worry about that,” she lifted her hips away. “I
took care of it.”
“You planned this?” he asked hoarsely.
“Hell, yeah,” she grinned, reaching down to position him
against her moist opening. “Are you ready, Master?”
He half-laughed in anticipation. “Oh, yes ma’am!”
And with that, she descended on him, plunging his swollen
length inside her and sheathing him to the hilt. Mutual moans of pleasure echoed
through the cockpit as she thrust her tight walls rhythmically along his rigid
staff.
Already halfway to bursting before she’d even mounted him,
he began to feel the rise of his climax. “That’s it…just like that…” He longed
to break free of the cuffs around his wrists so that he could grab her by the
waist and guide her where his need led, but he urged her on instead, “Faster,
baby…”
Mara complied readily. Reaching over his shoulders and
clutching the back of the pilot’s chair for leverage, she rode him fast and
hard. The sweet torment of approaching release began to burn within her and she
forced it aside, determined to bring him to completion first.
Her name exploded from his throat as he exploded inside
her and she leaned forward, pressing her cleft against him and grinding herself
to ecstasy. Her orgasm ripped through her body and she threw her head back,
screaming the only name she’d ever cried out in the heat of passion - the name
of the only man who’d ever asked nothing in return.
She collapsed against him, burying her face against his
neck in exhaustion and savoring the sting of his sweat against her skin. When
his breathing had slowed, she sat up and, without thinking, pushed their
tangled, damp red and blond locks away from his face…and kissed him.
Instantly, the stun cuffs clanked to the deck at Luke’s
silent command and he was holding her, his gentle hands caressing her back and
wandering softly through her hair. She melted against him, deepening the kiss
that filled and consumed her as nothing ever had before.
Luke sat up, sliding one hand tenderly around her waist
and the other behind her neck to hold her kiss as long as possible, to steady
her now-trembling form.
Mara pulled away first, panting as he slowly came into
focus. “I guess,” she cleared her throat. “I guess we’re even now.”
He nodded. “I guess so.”
A heartbeat passed between them and they separated,
hastily reaching for their clothes. They dressed in awkward silence, acutely
aware that - for a moment - it had been more than just sex.
(until next time….)
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