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Chapter List
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Part 6: One Night on Tatooine

Rating: NC-17

Setting: Any time after Part 5.

Disclaimer: It�s George�s. I wish it was mine, but
it�s not.

A/N: Thanks, flowers, and chocolates to kayladie for beta�ing!!

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Mos Napa. Though smaller than
some of the other notable spaceports, it rivaled Mos Eisley in seemingly never-ending levels of depravity. The
rich and empowered flaunted their wealth here, and anything and everything was
for sale. The market was unkind to Outlanders, however, and many a native
earned a living by escorting clients through the streets and to places of
'business'.

As such, it should not have surprised Luke Skywalker when
he was informed by New Republic Intelligence that an agent had discovered
information for sale that was deemed critical in the on-going struggle against
Imperial forces. A Specialist had been enlisted and sent ahead to verify the
source, and had reported back that the deal was most likely to be sealed by an
Agent intimately familiar with local customs.

Though he'd been to Mos Napa
only once before, Luke was well-versed in the manner of bartering on Tatooine and the transaction had gone off without a hitch.
The purchased datacard safely concealed in a hidden
pouch, he followed his host into a private lounge where favored clients were
offered all manner of indulgences. Refusal of such hospitality would have been
a fatal breech of etiquette, and so Luke sat at the low bar quietly sipping his
drink.

Adjusting the heavy, embroidered cape he'd chosen as part
of his disguise, he kept his face in shadow as he scanned the room's occupants.
With his hair dyed black, brown eye lenses, and roguish-looking beard stubble,
he doubted even his Aunt Beru would have recognized
him, but he wasn't taking chances.

The lounge was dimly lit by a few red illuminating strips
around the ceiling. Loud music blared from the speakers and the air was heavy
with the smells of spice and liquor. Species of all gender mingled at tables
and on the dance floor, with barely-concealed pairings of a more intimate
nature lurking in almost every dark corner.

Luke shifted casually in his chair, trying not to appear
anxious. He was scheduled to rendezvous with Mara Jade on Dantooine
after this mission and the faint moans drifting toward him from the nearest
alcove did little to alleviate the restless desire he'd come to experience with
the anticipation of their brief encounters.

In spite of his intention to remain sober, intoxicating
smoke from incense-filled wall sconces dulled his vision and caused a slight
ringing in his ears. So it was that, when his host appeared again at his elbow,
the voice only registered in fragments: "�present you with a gift�from his
harem�face must remain covered�not allowed to speak�."

Luke looked up, blinking through the haze, and cringed.
He'd noticed the harem slaves scattered around the room. Human and Twi'lek females mostly, who were 'entertaining' clients
with private dances and various other means of attention. All were
scantily-clad except for their faces which were veiled to reveal only their
eyes.

The host motioned a young woman forward and Luke's mind
raced, as fast as it could through the fog, for a way to disengage her quickly
without offending his benefactor. There was no reason not to partake of her
affections, of course, but he preferred to save his energies for the woman he'd
be meeting as soon as he could get off this dustball
of a planet.

The cloaked slave knelt in front of him and he stiffened,
about to re-direct her to the chair beside him, when a startling set of green
eyes flashed at him above her veil - the pair of green eyes he knew intimately.

"Surely it's not that dark in here,
is it?" she batted her painted eyelashes.

"Mara!" he croaked. "How did you-?"

"Shhhhh�." She rested
a manicured fingertip lightly on his lips, giving a slight nod toward the
frowning host. Luke remembered that she wasn't supposed to speak.

Rising with cat-like grace, she began to sway in time with
the music, shrugging off her silken cloak and offering him an unobstructed view
of her lithe form. If he hadn't been lightheaded before, he certainly was now.
Garments of tightly-woven beads covered her most feminine attributes with sheer
fabric attached strategically to present the illusion of sleeves and a skirt.
Larger multi-colored beads and ribbons were braided through her hair, sounding
almost musical when the soft, red waves brushed past him.

Luke knew she'd been trained as a dancer and he'd noticed
evidence of her prowess in combat, but he'd never seen her simply�dance. She
was breathtaking. Standing just beyond his reach, her eyes never left his as
she moved with a sultry elegance that made even the harsh music sound easy on
the ears.

She caught the attention of several other clients but paid
them no heed as she continued her singular, sensual performance for him. He'd
have been tempted to gloat over the fact that the most gorgeous creature on the
planet was his if he hadn't been so intent on figuring out how to get her out
the lounge and alone as fast as possible.

He checked the thought immediately. Was she his?

As if she'd heard him, she stepped close, running her slim
fingers through his hair and down his neck, bringing her bare abdomen within
centimeters of his mouth. Tilting his face up toward hers, she whispered
through the veil, "Kiss me."

Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against the warm,
taut flesh around her navel. The spicy scent of her skin was even more
inebriating than the heady fog surrounding him. Slipping his hands behind her
knees, he slid them slowly up her smooth thighs to caress the rounded muscles
of her buttocks while painting the line above her jeweled thong with feathery
kisses. The gossamer skirt tickled his arms as he reached her waist and pulled
her onto his lap, trailing his tingling lips up to the barely-contained swell
of her breasts.

He had no idea how she'd found him or even knew about this
mission, but he decided this wasn't the time to ask. His heart pounded with the
beat of the music as he nipped the sensitive prominence of her collarbone.
"You look," he murmured into her neck, "so� amazing. This is the
real you, isn't it? You've always been a harem slave who only posed as an
assassin."

"You've discovered my secret," she whispered.
"Now I'll have to kill you."

"What makes you think you'll have better luck this
time?" he asked, smiling and twirling one of her shimmering braids around
his finger.

Bringing her veil close to his ear, she turned so the host
couldn't see her. "I know your vulnerable spots now," she answered,
pressing her thigh against his groin for emphasis.

Luke groaned and tilted his head to look into her eyes.
"You're bad."

The sheer fabric covering her face tickled his cheek as
she purred, "You like me bad."

"I do," he answered huskily. "Let's get out
of here so we can be bad together."

"Not yet." She unfastened his cape and let it
fall from his shoulders as she pulled him to his feet. "Dance with
me."

He followed her to the hazy dance floor. Multi-colored
lights flashed in synch with the raucous tempo in the otherwise dark
surroundings, making those dancing around them appear only as glimpses of
tinted shadows. The music was too loud to hear each other speak, and he allowed
her to take the lead.

Again, she danced for him, but this time it wasn't merely
suggestive. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she pulled him against her
beaded chest and guided him to follow the gyrations of her hips. He had never
danced like this before, but immersing himself in the lights and noise and
smoke, he fell into rhythm with her.

Mara's eyes shone as bright as her beaded attire when she
began to run her hands seductively down his chest, caressing him through his
loose, white shirt. Her back was almost completely exposed and he wished he
could see her as he traversed every fair centimeter with his fingertips and
palms.

Even in the stale air, he felt a breeze graze across his
chest, now glistening with sweat, when she pulled his shirt open. Her hands
were hot � tantalizing and aggressive in their trek to trace every muscle
beneath them.

She ripped the veil aside and her lips followed her
fingers in mutual exploration. Luke backed willingly against the wall and Mara
never stopped dancing as she straddled one of his legs between hers. Lost in
the pleasure of her mouth, he didn't appreciate her intent until she rubbed her
crotch against his thigh.

Here? he sent, making use
of her gift for telepathy.

Yes. She leaned away from him just enough to expose
the front of her jeweled underwear. It has a clasp. Unfasten me.

Obediently, he reached between her legs. The beads there
were slick and he fumbled to release the clasp. When she was free, he could not
resist delving into the moist folds and running his fingers along the sides of
her hardened nub as he withdrew his hand.

She moaned and pressed herself against his leg again and
sent, Keep dancing.

The music beat faster and he supported her around the
waist as she began to grind her wet sex against his leg. Her eyes were closed
as she held onto the front of his shirt and the strobe lights flashing across
them revealed her enraptured face in slow-motion.

His pants had become painfully snug and blood pounded in
his own arousal almost as fast as the deafening beat of the drums. "That's
it," he urged hoarsely. "Come on, baby."

The blaring from the speakers barely concealed the sound
of her cry when Mara threw her head back, shuddering and clenching her thighs
around his leg as she slowed the thrashing of her hips and fell against him,
arms draped around his neck. Luke ran his fingers lightly down her sweat-damped
skin, soothing her as she panted against his chest.

"Gods, Mara. You are so beautiful," he breathed
into her ear.

Releasing her arms from his neck, she pulled him away from
the wall and led him to a shadowed table in a corner booth where she lifted
herself onto the edge. The music quieted to a slow, provocative refrain and
Mara raised her hands to stroke his hair and beard. "I like it. You look�scruffy."

"'Scruffy?' That's what my sister calls Han."

"Well," Mara answered, smiling. "I always
knew she had good taste." Her hands traced the lines of his profile.
"I miss the blue eyes, though. Brown just doesn't suit you."

Leaning forward, Luke removed the lenses and discarded
them on the floor.

Mara slipped her hands behind his neck and drew him close.
"There you are," she breathed. And her lips were against his, soft
and supplicating, drawing him deeply into a kiss that had nothing to do with
their cover.

Running her hands beneath his open shirt, Mara reached the
bulge in his trousers and stroked it firmly.

Luke groaned into her ear, "Let's go�"

"No." She tugged his pants open and slid a
probing hand inside to free his tight, throbbing erection.

"Mara!" he protested.

"Shhhhh," she silenced
him again with a finger against his mouth, before slipping it between his lips
where he rolled his tongue around the tip and suckled it lightly.

"It's dark," she said, scooting to the edge of
the table which was at the perfect height for her to receive him. "No one
can see us." Spreading her legs, she propped heeled shoes on chairs at
either side of the booth and pulled him close, rubbing the tip of his shaft
against her slick center.

Pulsing music beat loudly in the background and Luke
reached behind her neck to tilt her face toward him. If possible, she was even more lovely in the haze and gaudy lights and he kissed her,
hard and long as he plunged into her open and inviting core.

Hot inner walls enveloped him and he fell into rhythm with
the tempo, driving deep. Mara moaned beneath him, leaning back so that her
beaded and braided hair rested on the table behind her. Luke spotted a clasp
between her breasts and flicked it, releasing the round, glittered mounds of
pale flesh. Leaning down, he nuzzled their warmth, taking each pink nipple into
his mouth in turn and teasing it to a hardened pearl.

Mara groaned even harder and rocked her hips, increasing
the pressure against his powerful thrusts. Feeling his climax approaching, Luke
hooked his arms under her thighs for leverage and pounded inside her to
completion, growling with the release.

He fell forward onto the table, planting his palms against
the table to catch himself as Mara wrapped her arms and legs around him,
encircling him in her embrace and caressing his sweat-soaked back.

* * * * *

Hours later, they were sitting Luke's rented landspeeder as the first of the Twin Suns began its ascent
over the horizon. Mara lay draped across his lap, her fingers tracing patterns
through his hair as she held him in a long, lingering kiss. He had covered her
with his cape against the cool night air and her skin was warm under his hands
which traveled lazily over her bare contours.

He pulled away from her lips reluctantly.
"Mara?"

"Hmmm?" she answered, trailing kisses onto his
neck.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Um-hmm," came the
response from beneath his ear. "I can't make it to Dantooine,
if you're wondering why I'm here."

"No, although I was wondering." He shifted her
in his arms. "That night�after your party..."

Breaking off her exploration of his earlobe, Mara sighed
and sat up to face him. "We already talked about
that."

"I know, but-" Luke swallowed. "I have to
ask: Why didn't you say 'no'?"

"About what?"

"You said you 'could have said no' to my�advances.
Why didn't you?"

Mara blinked at him. "I think the answer is fairly
obvious."

Luke didn't answer and she averted her eyes from his
silent inquiry. "I wanted you," she stated simply.

"Just for sex?"

"No." She met his gaze head-on, an unreadable
expression on her face. "Not just for sex." Sliding off his lap, she
settled in the passenger's seat and stared out toward the sunrise. "You
were right." Luke sensed her hesitance in the Force, as if she were
confessing a long-kept secret. "I was jealous."

Luke felt like he'd been punched in the stomach. Suddenly,
her behavior that night made sense: the drunken antagonism, the spiteful
comments about his 'girlfriend'�the telling question of whether or not he
really loved Callista. How had he not seen it before?

"I didn't know," he whispered to the woman
staring stoically ahead.

She shrugged. "Doesn't
matter."

He shook his head slowly as his heart began to pound in
his chest. "But it � it does matter." He reached for a lock of her
hair, stroking it almost reverently. "I want to be more than your lover,
Mara."

She turned to face him, the beads in her hair twinkling in
the early morning sunlight. He took a deep breath. "I want to be more than
your friend." His hand was trembling now and he lowered it from her hair.
"If that's-" he faltered under the intensity of her stare. "If
that's what you still want."

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Luke tried to
calm his shallow breaths as he collected himself to confess his own secret.
"Mara, I -"

"Don't." She leaned across, covering his mouth
with her hand. He frowned, disappointment stinging his soul. She must have
sensed it because she shook her head and shifted her palm to caress his cheek.
"And not because I don't want you to say it, Luke."

She scooted close, cupping his face in her hands.
"But before you make any declarations to me, I want you to be absolutely
sure that I'm the one you want. I know you loved Callista.
And I never want to wonder if you settled for second best. I never want you
to wonder that."

Rubbing her fingers across his beard stubble, she pulled
his mouth to hers and kissed him. A deep, burning kiss that revealed the depth
of her feelings, and the promise of what could be his.

He was panting when she finally pulled away and climbed
out of the speeder. Sunlight reflected off her scanty attire as she crossed
around to the driver's side of the speeder on her way to the hangar bay where
her ship was docked.

"See you at the wedding," she smiled.

"Wedding?"

Mara stopped. "Lando's
wedding. Next month. You're a groomsman?"

"Oh � right. Yeah," he answered, dazed.
"See you then."

She tossed his cape at him in response and sauntered away
across the sand.

(To be contined�)
- 5
- 6
- 7
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