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Part 5: Another Night on Yavin

Rating: NC-17

Setting: One year later.

Disclaimer: George Lucas owns this and everything
Star Wars. My husband wishes I could make money off it but it ain�t gonna happen, LOL.

A/N: Many thanks to kayladie
for beta�ing! She�s a genius, I tell you � a
goddess!

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Luke Skywalker leaned close to the mirror in his
refresher, inspecting the growing red welt on his shoulder. Stang,
it itched! Scratching would only make it worse and he dutifully applied the
salve Tionne had given him from the Academy�s medical
dispensary. Leia was supposed to be sending him a
stronger medication but she wasn�t scheduled to arrive for two more days.

The comm panel buzzed an
incoming alert from the landing pad and Luke glanced out his window. Even in
the dark, he recognized the familiar ship�s outline.

The Jade�s Fire.

He frowned. Why was she here?

Luke had barely pulled his shirt on before a knock sounded
at the door and he opened it to find Mara Jade standing in the corridor looking
irritated. �Here.� She shoved a small case at him. �Your
sister sent you this.�

�Thank you.� He opened the door wider. �Come in. But why-�

�Leia couldn�t make it and
called in a favor since I was headed this direction.� Mara brushed past him. �Long story. Don�t ask.�

Luke closed the door and scratched his shoulder,
distracted. Mara stood in the conversation area, stiff and expressionless. He
had run into her a handful of times over the past year and each meeting had
been decidedly uncomfortable. This one was proving to be no different.

�Well, thank you again,� he said, scratching.

Mara raised an eyebrow. �You got fleas or something?�

�No,� he answered. �A meepid. That�s what the medicine is for.� He nodded
to the case she�d brought.

�A meepid? Well, then just cut it out.�

The meepid � a tiny insect that
burrowed its way under the first layer of skin - was a prevalent pest in some
areas of Yavin�s jungle. Theoretically, the fastest
cure was to prick it from under the skin but Luke had never had personal
experience with it until now.

�No, thanks.� Luke reached for the case, opting for a less invasive
treatment. �This will do fine.�

�That�ll take weeks,� Mara informed him.

�This stuff is new,� he retaliated. �It�s supposed to work
faster.� Luke turned away but felt Mara�s sudden suspicion.

�Wait a minute,� she started slowly. �Are you afraid of
needles?�

�I am not afraid of them,� he answered, pointedly
reaching beneath the fabric of his shirt to rub the new ointment on his
shoulder. �I just prefer a different approach.�

�Jedi Master Luke Skywalker is afraid of needles?�
A wicked grin spread across her face and Luke grimaced as she took entirely too
much pleasure in her discovery. �This from the man who quit his training to
rush off and confront Darth Vader-�

�I didn�t quit. And my father didn�t have a
needle.�

�He had a lightsaber.�

�Lightsabers don�t bother me.�
He began to scratch in earnest, clawing off most of the ointment he�d just
applied.

Mara gave a short laugh at his obvious discomfort.
Reaching down to a hidden sleeve in her boot, she removed a vicious-looking
knife. �Look, this�ll just take a second. It doesn�t hurt, I promise.�

Luke�s eyes grew wide. �Mara, that knife is-�

�Unsanitary, I know. Where�s your medpack?�

�I was going to say illegal.� He grimaced as she cleaned
the blade with antiseptic.

�Only in the Inner Rim.� She turned toward him with the blade, motioning for him to
unfasten his tunic. He backed away instead.

Mara rolled her eyes. Sticking the hilt of the knife
between her teeth, she quickly opened his shirt to reveal the angry looking
welt on his shoulder.

�Um, Mara?� Luke glanced down nervously. �Your hands are shaking.�

�No, they�re not.� She brandished the knife. �Now, be
still.�

He didn�t dare argue with the razor-sharp tip aimed at
him. Instead, he closed his eyes, tensing and anticipating a stab of pain.

�All done,� she announced.

He opened his eyes as she pressed a small bacta patch on the wound. �That�s it?�

�I told you it only takes a second. Feel better?�

The itching had already stopped. �Yes. Thank you.�

�Anytime.� She cleaned the blade and slipped it back into
her boot. Averting her eyes from his bare chest, she turned toward the door. �I
should be going now.�

Luke fingered the patch on his shoulder and took a deep
breath, steeling himself for the moment he could avoid no longer. �Mara, wait.�

She froze, clearly sensing the shift in his aura and
answered too quickly. �I don�t want to talk about it.�

�About your party last year-�

�I said-�

�Mara, we need to-�

�No, we don�t!� She rounded on him in a flash of
anger. �It was a mistake and we both know it. There�s nothing to talk about.�

�Just listen, then. I need to say this.� She looked
away as he approached but remained where she stood. Luke reached for her,
touching her chin gently and turning her eyes back to his. �I�m sorry, Mara. I
am so sorry.� Unexpected tears stung his eyes. �I should never have
taken advantage of you like that.�

Mara blinked, her expression
impossible to read. �You don�t have to apologize. We were drunk.�

�That�s no excuse. I knew better.�

�And now you flatter yourself,� she retorted. �If you
recall, I wasn�t exactly an innocent bystander. I could have said no.�

�It was wrong-�

�Of course it was wrong,� Mara cut him off abruptly. �We
knew it at the time, but I don�t remember complaining. Do you?�

Luke recoiled at her harshness and she clamped her mouth
shut, flushing slightly. Taking a deep breath, she reached for his hand in
unspoken apology. �Don�t, Luke.� Her voice softened as she said, �Don�t be so
hard on yourself. We all make mistakes.�

He looked down at her hand in his and squeezed it gently.
�I never wanted to hurt you,� he swallowed. �Or Callista.�

He expected Mara to flinch at the mention of his former
lover but she didn�t. Stepping back, he lowered himself onto a lounger. �And
you were right.� He looked up at her. �She could tell - when I got home that
night. She knew I�d been with someone else.�

Luke ran his hands through his hair, staring down at the
floor. �She left the next day.�

He did not look up when Mara settled beside him carefully
and could only hope she didn�t notice that every hair on his arm prickled to
life at her closeness. �Was that the reason?�

Luke shook his head. �She said it wasn�t. She said we
wanted different things�� he trailed off.

�She wouldn�t forgive you?� Mara asked quietly.

�Would you?� He looked up sharply.

She met his gaze, unwavering. He saw his own pain
reflected in her eyes before she turned them away, peering into the distance.

Her voice was haunted when she answered. �I�ve done
worse.�

Luke did not reply, allowing the silence to rest between
them. He felt Mara�s eyes eventually settle on him, probing him lightly in the
Force. �She hurt you.� It was not a question.

He shrugged. �I deserved it.�

�Deserved it?� She sounded incredulous.

He turned to face her straight-on. �I lied to her. I was
unfaithful. Yes, I deserved it.�

Mara studied him carefully, as if weighing her next words.
Finally, she asked, �Where did she go?�

�I don�t know.� Luke shook his head. �But she was right.
We wanted�want�different things.�

Silence grew between them again and Mara gave a heavy
sigh. �Well, you know what this means, don�t you?�

Luke shook his head.

�I have to find her,� Mara continued. �I have to find her
and tell her exactly what happened.�

�No, you don�t,� Luke protested. �This was between me and
her and now it�s over.�

Mara held up a hand to silence him. �Let me finish! And
then, because you�re my friend and I don�t like my friends getting hurt, I am
honor-bound to rough her up a little.�

Luke mouth fell open. �Rough her � what?�

�You heard me,� Mara answered calmly, rising from the
lounger to face him. �And don�t look at me like that. I�m a professional. She
won�t be, as your father would say, permanently damaged.�

�Mara - you�re - � Luke
sputtered. �No!�

She ignored him, kneeling instead beside the trunk where
she knew he kept various weapons and rummaging through the contents. �You don�t
happen to have a Sarti rope, do you?�

Luke jumped up. �What the hell for?�

Again, Mara faced him with utmost calm. �To
tie her down, of course. I have to do something about her hair - I hate
that color.� Returning to the trunk, she removed a deactivated neuronic whip that Luke didn�t even remember owning. �Ah!
This will do.�

Luke stared at her, horrified. He was beginning to wonder
if she had taken leave of her senses when he noticed the hint of a smile
playing around the edges of her mouth. He felt his face color with realization.
�You�re teasing me, aren�t you?�

�Why would you say that?� she asked, frowning.

�Because! You�re standing there holding a whip and talking � crazy
- about coloring another woman�s hair! And-�

Mara was all but biting her lips, her eyes sparking with
mischief.

And somehow, the pain that had kept them apart eased, all
but melting with her smile. For in her gaze, he saw acceptance�and forgiveness.
He returned her playful smirk with a small grin of his own. �You are
teasing me.�

She exploded in laughter. �Of course, I am!� She threw the
whip at him. �Do you honestly think I would do that?�

He blushed even harder when she practically tripped over
the trunk laughing.

�Very funny,� Luke said. Reaching down, he picked up the
whip and promptly threw it back at her.

Caught off guard, Mara yelped and deflected the handle,
sending it crashing into a shelf behind her�.and a tray of sand from the top
ledge crashing down on top of her.

Luke darted forward but the damage was already done.
Doused in sand, Mara stood there cursing, stomping and swatting at her clothes.
Luke covered his mouth, trying not to laugh, and went to retrieve a brush from
the refresher. When he returned, Mara had flung her hair forward in an attempt
to shake the sand out.

�No � not like that!� Luke rushed to her side and pushed her hair back into place.
�That�ll just make it worse.� He handed her the brush. �Start on the ends and
work your way up. It�s easier that way.�

�I take it you�ve done this before?�

�Only a few million times. You can�t exactly wash with
water every time you get sand in your hair on Tatooine,�
he laughed.

�Can I ask why you have a pile of sand in your room?�

�Actually, it�s sand art. It was a gift from one of
the students to remind me of home.�

�Oh.� She looked down at the scattered mess. �Sorry.�

�It�s all right,� he assured her, smiling. �It can be
fixed.�

Running her fingers through her hair, she leaned close to
him. �Did I get it all?�

He looked down at the remaining patches of sand in her
hair. �Um, almost.�

�Well, here.� She handed him the brush. �Help me.�

Luke swallowed self-consciously when a stray lock of her
hair swept across his still-exposed chest. Taking the brush, he ran it
carefully through the red waves.

�Is there any chance that you can stay for a few days?
We�re starting some new classes you might be interested in,� Luke asked in what
he hoped was a neutral tone. He had no desire to sabotage their friendship
again with untoward advances. With any luck, she wouldn�t notice that the sand
from her hair had adhered itself to his now-sweating palms.

�I can�t,� she said, shaking her head. �I have to
rendezvous with Karrde day-after-tomorrow.�

Luke put the brush down and took an unconscious step
closer. �Did you mean what you said? About being my friend?�

Mara looked up at him and, if he wasn�t imagining things,
she seemed to be breathing faster than usual when she answered, �I did.�

�I missed that,� he continued, absently brushing sand from
her shoulder. �Being your friend.� His heart was
pounding so hard in his chest, he was certain she could hear it.

�Me, too.� She raised a trembling hand to finger his bandaged shoulder
lightly. �And�occasionally�very good friends.�

�That, too,� he whispered.

She lifted her eyes from his shoulder and there was no
mistaking the familiar gleam in their green depths. �Maybe I could stay,
for just one night.�

�One night would be nice,� he breathed cautiously.

�Yes, it would.� Her fingers continued their trek upward
to brush his temples and eyebrows.

�Maybe,� he murmured through dry lips, every pore in his
skin tingling at her touch. �Maybe we should take it slow.�

�You�re right.� She threaded her fingers into his hair.
�We have all night to take it slow.� Pulling his lips to hers, she kissed him
firmly, pushing any doubt about her intentions from his mind.

And he was lost.

Gathering her into crushing embrace, he smothered her
mouth with his own. She yielded in his arms, returning his fervent affection
while sliding his shirt off his shoulders and discarding it on the floor.

Disengaging only long enough to tug her own blouse off
over her head, she wrapped her arms around him again. He shivered under her hot
caresses along his back and arms and followed blindly when she guided him away
from the lounger.

�Bed!� she gasped, stumbling backwards.

Shrugging off belts, pants, and boots, they staggered -
still kissing - across his living area and into the bedroom. Sweeping her up
into his arms, he made for the bed�and promptly tripped over a
training remote.

Barely recovering in time, he dropped her unceremoniously
onto the mattress and collapsed beside her, laughing.

�That�s not funny!� Mara grinned, tugging his underwear
off and tossing it aside. �Your lousy housekeeping is going to give me a
concussion.�

�I wasn�t expecting company,� he protested, and rapidly
divested her of the rest of her clothes. Pinning her onto her back, he kissed
the delicate skin around her ear. �I would have taken you in there, on the
lounger�or the floor. You�re the one who wanted the bedroom.�

�I didn�t want the floor,� she answered huskily, wrapping
her legs around his hips. �Take me here.�

He was never happier to comply. Falling into her, he
plunged his swollen manhood into her warm, wet core. Remembering the thin
Academy walls, he buried his face in her hair to muffle his moan of
satisfaction.

Mara wriggled beneath his weight and tightened her grip,
urging him to stroke deeper with thrusts of her own.

�Slow down,� he gasped, feeling his completion approaching
all too soon.

�But I want you now,� she insisted, rocking her
hips against him in earnest.

�What�s the hurry � ah!�
He shattered inside her, clutching the bedcovers and biting his lip to keep
from shouting.

He had barely finished when she flipped him over to
straddle his waist. �That,� she whispered, gazing down at him and pushing damp
hair from his forehead. �I love that look on your face. That sound of your
voice.�

Red hair formed silky sheets around Mara�s face and he
blinked back sudden tears at the warmth of affection he felt radiating from
her.

Overwhelmed, he could only mutter, �You broke the rule.
About not kissing on the lips.�

�I�m surprised you remembered it,� she answered with a
smirk.

�I told you I wasn�t that drunk.�

�I guess we need a new rule, then.�

�Do we?� He reached up to brush her cheek.

She sat up, studying him from her perch on his stomach.
Her hair was just long enough to cover her breasts and he brushed it aside to
trail his fingers lightly around a pink nipple.

�Yes and stop trying to distract me,� she said, sitting up
straighter. �New rule: We aren�t exclusive. If you happen to meet a pretty Twi�lek who strikes your fancy, don�t feel obligated to
me.�

Luke was beginning to seriously doubt if he�d ever want
any other woman than the one sitting astride him now, but he decided to play
along. �All right. And if you decide to make all Ghent�s dreams come true, you need not apologize to me.�

�Ghent?�
she asked, startled.

�Surely you�ve noticed the way he looks at you.� Feeling
the stirring of desire again, Luke began to run his hands slowly up her thighs.

�No�.�

�Well, everyone else has.� He reached her hips and slid
his palms just centimeters from her bare sex resting on his stomach.

�Why�d you have to say that?� Her fair skin began to flush
as moisture pooled between her legs at his touch. �I have to see him tomorrow
and now it�s going to be weird.�

�Hmm�� Lifting her by the waist, Luke maneuvered his way
down to bed until his head was between her legs. �Let�s see if I can find a way
to distract you.� With that, he lowered her moist, pink folds onto his mouth.

�Oh!� Mara fell forward, planting her palms against the
wall behind bed. She was hesitant at first, but soon began to undulate in
gentle rhythm with the lashes of his tongue. The little bundle of nerves
between his lips grew firm and he nipped and tweaked it until she was panting
for release.

Finally realizing her element of control, she tilted and
lowered her hips with just enough pressure to send shudders of climax ripping
through her body. Gasping with the effort of containing her voice, she scooted
down to plant her mouth against his. �For the record,� she murmured, her lips
salty and musky with her own scent, �I hate being quiet.�

�Next time, we�ll use your cabin on the Fire,� he
agreed, shifting uncomfortably with the weight of his erection.

�Right. But for now�� She had apparently noticed the reason for his
unease, and descended on him, sheathing his pulsing thickness inside her hot
inner walls.

Circling her waist with his strong hands, he plunged in
and out of her until they�d both been sated again. Muffling a cry of pleasure,
she collapsed onto his chest, draping his body with hers.

Luke held her there, caressing her back and hair as his
breathing slowed in time with hers. Minutes later, she was asleep, her head
turned so that her ear rested over his heart. He smiled drowsily, inhaling the
lingering scent of sand in her hair.

He must have fallen asleep because when he opened his eyes
to the morning sun, she was gone.

(To be continued�)
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