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Part 4: One Night on Coruscant

Rating: NC-17

Setting: During the Callista
affair.

Disclaimer: George Lucas owns this and everything
Star Wars. All hail the Flannelled One.

A/N: Many, many thanks to kayladie
for beta�ing and helping me through some rough
spots here. This part would NOT have worked without her feedback and advice.
{{{Hugs!!}}}

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"So, do you think you�ll get married?" Mirax Horn asked, regarding the Jedi Master across the
dinner table carefully.

"We�ve talked about it," Luke admitted, taking a
swig of brandy in spite of the fact that he was already light-headed. He hadn�t
planned to over-indulge, but a less-than-warm reception from the guest of honor
had left him thirsty for the rich liquor.

"Do you want to have children?" Mirax pressed.

"Maybe." Either from the interrogation or the brandy, his cheeks began
to flush. "We still have a lot to think about."

"Of course," Mirax
smiled knowingly. "Well, I can�t wait to meet Callista.
She sounds very nice, and you seem happy."

A thud from the opposite end of the table turned several
heads as Mara Jade plunked yet another empty whiskey glass onto the table, her
gaze fixed pointedly on a vidscreen displaying the
latest smashball scores.

Mirax excused herself and made her way down the table, taking the
vacant seat opposite her red-haired friend. The restaurant band had returned and
she raised her voice over the music. "How many of those have you
had?" She pointed to the empty glass.

Mara swiveled blood-shot eyes in her direction, not quite
meeting her gaze. "A few."

"You'd had a �few� two hours ago." Mirax leaned across the table. "How many have you had
since then? Or, maybe I should ask, since Luke arrived?"

Green eyes stared back at her. "What the hell is that
supposed to mean?"

Mirax lowered her voice, reaching across to rest her hand on Mara�s
before she could signal the bartender for another shot. "It means I�m not
blind, Mara. And I�m not the only one who has noticed."

Mara glanced down the table lined with her friends, many
of whom promptly looked away. Luke, however, seemed to be following their
conversation with interest.

"I think you need to mind your own damn
business," she said as she jerked her hand away from Mirax.
"This is my birthday party, remember? I can get sloshed if I want."
Mara signaled the bartender for another shot of whiskey. "And I�m going to
kill Karrde for talking me into this."

Mirax leaned back into her seat, switching tactics. "You look
great," she said, indicating the younger woman�s uncharacteristic
shimmering blouse and long, full skirt. "Faughn
was determined to get you into something resembling a dress for your - which
birthday is it now?"

"It doesn't matter." Mara slammed her empty
glass down hard enough to crack one of the edges and stood up, swaying
slightly. "I�m out of here."

"Wait a minute!" Mirax
stood as well. "Mara, you�re in no condition-"

Scooting his chair back from the table rather loudly, Luke
interrupted, "I�ll take her home."

Mara shot him a sideways glance and snorted mockingly,
"Oooh, my hero."

He joined them, his gait not entirely steady and, of
course, she noticed.

"You�re in no better shape than I am,
farmboy." She pushed past him, headed for the
exit.

The birthday guests at the table had grown silent, looking
back and forth between the two of them. Luke pulled a face, snatching his
jacket from the back of his chair, and followed her out the door.

Fortunately, she hadn�t made it far and he found her with
relative ease amidst the crowds of Coruscant
night life. "Mara!" Luke caught up with her
in front of a deserted alley beside one of the older clubs and cut her off.
"Hey! Are you all right?"

She swayed and closed her eyes for a second before glaring
vibroblades at him. "I�m fine. Now, either move
out of my way, or I�ll do it for you."

Luke ignored her, reaching forward to grab her shoulders.
"You walked out on a lot of people back there � friends who were
there to celebrate your birthday. That was a little cold, even for you, don�t
you think?"

"If I am interested in your opinion of my social
graces, I�ll ask. Now move," she growled, planting her hands firmly on his
chest to shove him aside.

He was faster, however, and caught her by the wrists,
deflecting the motion. Angrily, she twisted away from him in a move that, had
she been sober, would have disentangled her, but instead sent them both spiraling
into the alley where they tripped over a crate and fell in a heap next to a
foul-smelling refuse bin.

Mara landed face-down and turned over to find Luke
straddling her. "Get off of me," she grimaced.

Luke stared down at her, trying not to notice that her
blouse had fallen open to reveal her silken undergarments. "Not until you
tell me what the problem is." His tongue felt thick, making the words come
out slurred.

"I don�t know what you�re-"

"You didn�t even speak to me in the restaurant,"
he pressed indignantly. "Any particular reason?"

Mara frowned. "You�re drunk."

"So are you," he countered. "That�s not the
reason and you know it."

"You�ve got a lot of nerve," Mara gritted
through clenched teeth, struggling under his weight.

"Calm down," he soothed, reflexively brushing a
wayward lock of hair from her face. "Let me walk you home. I�ll make you
some caf and we can talk."

"I don�t want to talk and you�re looking entirely too
comfortable in this position. Now get off of me!" With a hint of
Force power, she shoved him away and he landed flat on his back across the
alley.

Staggering to her feet, Mara sneered down at him, "Go
screw your girlfriend, Skywalker. Or isn�t she any good at it?"

"My girlfr-?" Luke
scrambled to his feet. "Hey!"

She tried to push past him again, but he caught her arm in
a vise grip, pushing her against the wall. "Mara�" He blinked in an
effort to clear his clouded mind. "What�s that supposed to mean?"

She glowered up at him. "Figure it out, Mr.
All-Knowing Jedi Master."

Luke took a step back as realization dawned. "You�re
jealous!"

Mara�s mouth fell open. "I am not jealous. I
am offended!"

Shouldering her way past him, she started to walk away,
but stopped in her tracks and spun around to face him, seething. "How dare
you! Less than an hour ago, you were talking about marrying that woman, about
having children with her, and now you want to follow me home? How
dare you!"

"That�s not what I meant!" he gaped.

"Isn�t it?"

She crossed the distance between them and, before he could
stop her, planted her hand firmly between his legs. He had hoped that she
hadn't noticed the involuntary bulge in his pants that now twitched under her
touch.

"'Let me walk you home'," she mimicked.
"'I�ll make you some caf and we can talk'. I
don�t think talking is what you had in mind."

Luke averted his eyes and answered weakly, "That�s
not true-"

"So why wasn't she at the party tonight?" Mara
challenged.

"She had a previous engagement," Luke defended.

"Convenient excuse. Did you even invite her or did you have other
plans?"

Luke felt himself grow even harder with a whiff of her
perfume and tried to shift away from her prying hand.

"I trusted you, Luke!" Her voice wavered. She
knew him too well not to recognize his desire. "I thought you were better
than this."

Luke felt the color drain from his face even though he had
told her the truth. "I�m sorry, Mara. That�s not why-"

"Why, then?" she demanded, releasing him
with a shove that sent him staggering backwards.

Luke caught his balance but could not tamp down his
frustration and blurted out, "I still think about you!"

The confession detonated between them like a sonic charge
and it was too late to take it back.

"I know I shouldn�t," he faltered, studying the
filthy ground between them. He had sworn his heart to Callista
and had remained faithful to her. "We � she and I are alike. We want the
same things. I can � I think we could grow old together. But you..."

He gazed across the alley at the striking face that
haunted his most arousing dreams. Her hair was mussed, just like it always was
after their intimate encounters and he felt his resolve crumbling in the
electric night air. "She�s not like you."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Mara
challenged.

Her intoxicating green eyes summoned him as effectively as
any spell. "I don�t dream about making love to her." He
advanced slowly, a tumult of emotions raging in his soul. "I don�t see her
across a room and want to taste her so bad it makes my lips
tingle."

Mara backed away from his raw declaration until she hit
the grimy wall behind her.

"I don�t get hard when I think about her,"
he ended huskily, stopping a breath away from her slender form.

Mara shook her head slowly, skeptically. "I�m not
your perfect little soul mate," she whispered. "I�m not what you
want."

"No," Luke said softly as he captured her face
in his hands, threading his fingers through her hair. "You are what I crave."

Holding her there in the dark with the speeder lights
flashing in her eyes and reflecting against the shimmery
fabric of her blouse, he succumbed to forbidden desire. Running his palms down
her neck, his mouth followed, hot lips finding her temple, nibbling her ear,
pressing against the pulse in her throat. His hands continued down, caressing
her breasts through her thin blouse and sliding over her waist and hips.
Slipping around to her backside, he cupped the tight mounds below her waist and
pulled her against his groin. The air between them pulsed as fiercely as his
throbbing manhood now grinding against the firmness of her pelvic bone.

"What? Your little Jedi doesn�t satisfy you?"
Mara panted.

"She doesn�t scream my name in the heat of
passion." He reached even lower to gather the fabric of Mara�s skirt,
pulling it up along her bare legs underneath. "Her heart doesn�t pound
against my chest when I hold her. She doesn�t glow in the moonlight when we�re
finished."

His left hand found its way under her skirt and he ran his
fingers lightly along the edge of her panties. Slipping beneath the silken
borders, he stroked the soft curls between her legs.

A whimper escaped Mara�s lips. "And when I touch
her," he continued huskily, sliding a finger between her moist folds,
"she isn�t wet�like you."

He plunged his fingers into her slick core, forcing a cry
from her throat. "Tell me to stop," he rasped, stroking her inner
walls. "Tell me you don�t want it."

"Damn you!" she choked, fumbling to unfasten his
pants as he ripped the panties from her body. Pulling his erection free, she
hiked one leg straight up over his shoulder with a dancer�s flexibility,
opening her flushed folds to receive him.

"Mara�" he breathed, falling into her and
thrusting his hungry length deep. Her sex was stretched taut, massaging the
ridges of his swollen shaft with every thrust. She was wonderfully hot and wet
and he wanted to shout his delight to the stars even as he pounded her against
the wall.

He leaned in to kiss her but she pushed his face away
roughly. "No!" she grunted, holding him at arm�s length. "Not on
the lips. Not if it�s just sex."

Luke stopped, pulling out reluctantly and nodding in
understanding. "All right," he muttered as he grabbed her around the
waist. "Not on those lips."

Abruptly, he picked her up and deposited her on the
chest-high ledge of a recycling compartment. Pulling her hips to the edge, he
pushed her thighs apart and buried his face between her legs. Spreading the
swollen womanly lips, he lavished them with his tongue, lapping up her juices
and following the path his organ had just traveled.

Mara leaned against the wall, arching her back and
spreading her legs even wider. With a deliberate tug, he latched onto her
hardened center, suckling it until she writhed beneath the onslaught moaning
his name.

He waited until he felt her burgeoning orgasm before
pulling away to rub her vigorously with his thumb. "Scream for me,"
he rumbled, standing to lean between her legs. Pulling her blouse open, he
jerked her bra aside to expose a pink nipple. Rubbing the nub between his
fingers in rhythm with the bud beneath his thumb, he drove her to climax.
"Scream for me, baby!"

And she did. Throwing her head backwards, she called his
name over and over with the thrashing of her hips. "That�s it," Luke
coaxed, stroking her shuddering sex as she slowed. "That�s my girl."

Mara swallowed a sob and he felt her flash of humiliation
at her vulnerability. Inhaling a ragged breath, she planted a booted foot
firmly against his shoulder and kicked him away. "Spare me. Save it for
your girlfriend."

Dropping down from the ledge, she grabbed his tunic and
shoved him face-first against the refuse bin with enough force to knock the
wind from his lungs. Taking advantage of his breathless moment of disarray, she
jerked his pants and underwear down to his knees. Pressing her chest against
his back, she reached around to grasp his unsatisfied member and began to
fondle him, sliding her left hand along his engorged shaft. Pausing at the top,
she ran her thumb around the tip and he groaned in response.

Mara caressed the sensitive skin of his buttocks with the
opposite hand. He moaned again and Mara shifted to the side so that she could
reach his front and rear endowments with ease.

"That�s nice," he breathed. Callista,
true to her conservative nature, never touched him like this.

"You like that?" Mara breathed, positioning the
fingers of her right hand at the top of his rear seam. Deliberately tracing the
inner line, she followed the crevice down to the tight opening within.

Luke shivered and turned his head as she began to finger
the outer ridge of his ass. "Mara?" he asked uncertainly.

"What�s wrong?" she murmured,
a lascivious smile on her lips. "You�re not getting shy on me, are
you?"

He swallowed. "No�"

"Good." Propping one leg on the side of the bin,
Mara reached under her skirt, delving into the still-moist depths between her
legs to lubricate her fingers. Withdrawing them carefully, she teased his manly
divide apart and pressed her wet fingers against his opening.

"Tell me to stop," she whispered.

He couldn't answer. It felt so good...so erotic. Gently,
she inserted one finger and he gasped at the foreign sensation.

"Relax," she soothed, easing a second finger
alongside the first to stretch him. He groaned in earnest then, but shifted his
stance to allow her easier access.

She started slowly, the palm of one hand stroking his
staff and the fingers of the other moving in and out of his tight entrance. He
felt his muscles begin to tremble and clutched the edges of the refuse bin for
support. Mara rotated her fingers within him and, as if standing outside of his
body, he heard himself calling her name when his vision went white with stars.

His shaft swelled to impossible girth and Mara stoked it
fervently. Rising on her toes, she pressed her mouth to his ear, nipping at the
soft lobe. "Scream for me," she hissed, thrusting her fingers
inside him to the knuckle.

He climaxed in a roar of unchecked release, shouting to
the night sky as his hot seed spilled over her hand and ran down her arm.
Gradually, she slowed her ministrations and he collapsed against the cold durasteel, trembling.

When he�d regained enough sense to stand up straight and
fasten his trousers, he turned to find Mara leaning against the alley wall,
wiping her hands on her skirt. He was still panting when his comlink buzzed in his pocket.

Fumbling for the activation switch, he answered,
"Yes? Oh, hi, Callie...The party was nice�of course,
I�ll give her your regards. No, I'm fine...just had to run to catch a
transport," he lied when she asked why he was out of breath. "I�m on
the way home now�see you soon�love you, too."

Luke tucked the comlink into his
pocket self-consciously. "Sorry about that."

"No problem," Mara answered, harsh lights from
the adjacent nightclub flashing across her stony face. "Do you really love
her?"

Luke opened his mouth then closed it again, nodding almost
imperceptibly. Mentally, he professed his love for Callista,
though every fiber in his heart longed to embrace the fiery woman in front of
him and never let her go.

Mara straightened her shoulders. "All right, then.
She won�t hear about tonight from me. But you should probably wash up before
you go home. I doubt she�d be very understanding about smelling another woman
on you."

He rubbed his hands across his face and through his hair,
pierced with guilt that he had betrayed Callista's
trust...and Mara's heart.

Mara interrupted his thoughts. "And this will not
happen again," she stated with finality, turning to leave.

Luke darted forward and grabbed her by the arm.
"Mara, wait!" It couldn't end like this.

Snatching her arm free she whirled around and slapped him
across the face. Hard. His face stung as the sound
echoed through the alley.

"I won�t be the other woman, Skywalker,"
she spat bitterly. "I don�t care how good you fuck!"

Mara spun on her heel, her skirt swirling around her
ankles, and stalked out of the alley. Left alone with her lingering scent, Luke
watched her disappear into the night.

(To be continued�)
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