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Part 7: One Night on Chandra-Kai

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: I�m sure George doesn�t want it, but
it�s still his.

A/N: Since I couldn�t find
the actual location of Lando�s wedding, Chandra-Kai was shamelessly stolen from my husband�s story,
Chiaroscuro, which you can find here:
http://utopicworld.net/swff/index.php

Many thanks to kayladie
for beta�ing. She�s a gem!

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Located on the resort world of Chandra-Kai,
the Risant-Calrissian wedding was the social event of
the season. Friends, co-workers, and a smattering of New Republic
officials had gathered at an exclusive beachside hotel to witness as the
beaming couple exchanged their vows under an elegant pergola against the
backdrop of the setting sun.

Afterwards, Mara Jade joined the guests filing past the
wedding party in the reception hall and paused in front of the bride and groom.
�Congratulations,� she said, smiling warmly.

Lando flashed a bright smile. �Thank you, Mara.�

�I understand I had some stiff competition,� Tendra winked.

Mara and Tendra had already had
a drink and laugh over the cover story that had touted an alleged liaison
between Mara and Lando, but the bride couldn�t seem
to resist teasing her new husband about the �affair.�

Mara laughed good-naturedly before poking Lando in the chest. �You be good
to her, or you�ll have to answer to me.�

Rubbing the spot on his chest lightly with one hand, Lando pulled his bride close with the other. �I intend to
be very good to her,� he answered sincerely, gazing into Tendra�s dark brown eyes.

�All right, save it for later, you two,� Mara shook her
head, moving down the line.

Han Solo fidgeted in his formal suit, pulling at the
collar. �What are you looking at?�

�I was going to say you clean up nice, Solo,
but you�re squirming like you�ve got worms,� Mara retorted.

�Just keep moving,� he answered dourly, mumbling something
about �getting this over with.�

Luke Skywalker stood next in line and, unlike his
brother-in-law, appeared to be very comfortable in his groomsman attire. In
fact, he looked quite dashing. Mara extended her hand and he held it for
perhaps a few seconds longer than was appropriate for a receiving line.

�Good to see you, Mara,� he said casually. Casting a
sideways glance at Han, he lowered his voice. �Save a dance for me?�

Mara swallowed, remembering the last time they�d danced,
and answered simply, �Sure.�

Completing the obligatory pleasantries, Mara accepted a
glass of champagne from a passing waiter and scanned the elaborate hall. Tables
draped with fine linen lined the perimeter of the dance floor, which was
unoccupied, awaiting the traditional first dance by the bride and groom.

Mirax Horn waved from across the room and Mara made her way through
the crowd to a table near the orchestra where Mirax
was seated with Iella Antilles and Leia Organa Solo. Mara smoothed
her long skirt and took a seat just as Iella was
commenting, ��beautiful ceremony, don�t you think?�

�Yes, it was,� Leia agreed, �in
spite of the Best Man�s wardrobe protests.� As if he�d heard her, Han shot his
wife a desperate look while scratching his neck. Leia
simply smiled and raised her glass in a toast. �I�ll have to bring this up next
time he mentions that damn slave outfit from Jabba�s
palace,� she mumbled through a tight grin.

�At least you didn�t have to dance,� Mara replied
over the top of her glass.

Leia
nodded. �True. You could have ended up in the Rancor pit with Luke.�

Mara arched an eyebrow and was about to respond, when Mirax interjected, �Speaking of, Luke looks good.�

They followed her gaze to the Jedi Master who was smiling
confidently and shaking hands with Mon Mothma. Yes,
he does, Mara thought to herself even as Leia
voiced the sentiment aloud.

The waiter appeared with a tray of assorted appetizers,
providing a momentary distraction from the pointed look Mara knew she was
receiving from Mirax.

After he�d left, Iella coughed
and nodded toward the receiving line. �Apparently, you�re not the only one who
appreciates the sight of your brother.�

Mara looked over her shoulder again and her heart froze in
her chest. There, embracing Luke enthusiastically in the middle of Lando�s wedding reception, was Callista Ming.

She felt Luke�s shock through the Force and he glanced
over Callista�s shoulder to meet Mara�s gaze with a
pained expression. Mara could not cipher its meaning through his turmoil,
though, and promptly shielded her emotions behind an impenetrable wall.

Turning back to the table, Mara looked down at her plate
with sudden revulsion and wondered if it was too soon to leave without
offending the guests of honor or causing a scene.

�What is she doing here?� Leia
asked darkly, still staring at Luke.

�You don�t think he invited her, do you?� Iella queried.

�He�d better not have. Pardon me.� Leia stood abruptly and began threading her way through
tables toward the doorman who had been hired to ensure that only invited guests
gained entrance.

�Did I tell you two that I ran into her a few months ago?�
Iella offered quietly.

�No,� Mara and Mirax answered in
unison.

Iella looked at Mara. �She was asking questions. About
you. Well, you and Luke-�

�We�re not together,� Mara stated flatly.

�That�s what I told her,� Iella
reassured. �But for some reason, she thought-�

�Excuse me.� Mara pushed her chair away and tossed her
napkin onto her plate. �Refresher,� she answered their inquisitive stares. She
had a good idea of why Callista would think she was
with Luke�.which would mean Luke had not told Mara the truth about confessing to
their tryst on Coruscant.

She didn�t care a kriff what Callista thought about her, but the possibility that Luke
had lied�

Mara splashed cold water on her face and leaned heavily on
the ornate basin. Snap out of it, she chastised herself.

Straightening her gown and smoothing stray hairs away from
her face, Mara stepped out of the refresher�and collided squarely with Callista.

Both women startled, stepping away from each other.

Callista recovered first. �Hello, Mara. I�m surprised to see you here.�

�I could say the same about you.�

The other woman grinned sweetly. �I thought Lando was your man.�

Mara saw no reason to enlighten her and smiled tightly. �Tendra is a very lucky woman.�

Callista nodded and eyed her hesitantly, worrying her bottom lip as if
in contemplation.

Seeing no reason to further the conversation, Mara
pardoned herself stiffly and stepped around Callista,
only to be stopped cold by the other�s voice at her back.

�It was you, wasn�t it?�

Mara turned around slowly, keeping her expression neutral.
�Excuse me?�

This time, Callista met her gaze
without wavering. �Luke had an affair while we were together. It was you,
wasn�t it?�

�That�s a harsh accusation,� Mara answered coldly. �What
makes you think he had an affair?�

�I just know.�

�Did you ask him?�

�No. But I knew when it happened and you didn�t answer my
question.�

Mara gritted her teeth. As much as she would like to tell
this woman exactly what had happened, she had promised Luke that Callista wouldn�t hear it from her. �I have no intention of
answering your question. Whatever may or may not have happened between me and
Luke is none of your business.�

�None of my business?� Callista
gaped. �We were in love!�

�Is that why you left?� Mara challenged.

�I left because I wasn�t sure if I could live with his
infidelity.�

�His alleged infidelity,� Mara clarified. �Apparently, you
didn�t love him enough to find out the truth first.� When the other
woman did not correct her, Mara breathed an inner sigh of relief. Luke had not
lied and she was immediately ashamed that she had ever doubted him.

�Look,� Callista said and took a
step closer but stopped abruptly at Mara�s warning glare. �I may not have the
Force, but a woman knows these things.�

�Do you know that you broke his heart?�

Callista blinked, taken aback, but found her voice quickly. �And you
were there to comfort him, I assume?�

�No,� Mara answered flatly. �He got over you all on his
own.�

Callista pressed her lips into a line of determination. �We�ll see about
that. Last I heard, you weren�t with him.�

�I�m not.�

�But you have been,� Callista
inched a step closer, boring into Mara with her gray eyes. �Between me and you,
Mara � woman to woman � you have been with him�haven�t you?�

�Between me and you?� Mara narrowed her eyes. �Yes. And
let me tell you something else you should know.� She felt the tremble of
betraying emotion in her voice, but continued indignantly. �Luke Skywalker is
the most honorable man I have ever met. Any mistakes he made with you will
haunt him for the rest of his life. And you were a fool to leave.�

Callista stared back at her in open-mouthed realization. �You love
him.�

It was not a question and Mara did not refute it.

Brushing past her, she made her way back to the reception
hall. Iella and Mirax had
left their table to mingle and Mara sat down shakily, signaling the waiter for
another glass of champagne.

The receiving line had dispersed and Lando
and Tendra were gliding across the dance floor to the
orchestra�s light, flowing melody. They were radiant, completely relaxed in
their embrace with eyes shining only for each other.

Mara suddenly regretted promising Luke a dance. Leaning
her elbows on the table, she rubbed her temples hoping to ease the headache
pounding between her ears. She wished she had paid more attention to the Jedi
lessons on easing physical discomfort.

�You all right?�

Mara snapped her head up to find Mirax
settling in the seat beside her.

�Yeah. Champagne
just went to my head,� Mara mumbled.

�Okay. I thought it might have been�� Mirax�s
voice trailed off and Mara followed her gaze to the other side of the dance
floor where Callista had cornered Luke. The blonde
woman was literally hanging on his arms, speaking emphatically and sporadically
brushing what Mara assumed were tears from her cheeks.

�Is she doing what I think she�s doing?� Mirax murmured.

Mara nodded tiredly. �That would be my guess. And in such an appropriate place, too.�

Turning away from the spectacle, Mara began to fish
through her small beaded handbag for the keycard to her hotel room. She
couldn�t watch anymore. �I�m calling it a night.�

�You want some company?�

�No, but thanks.� Mara smiled at her friend.

The dance ended and the announcer stepped to the front of
the orchestral dais. �Friends and honored guests: the bride and groom would
like to now invite the members of the wedding party to join them on the dance
floor with their respective partners for a celebratory waltz.�

�What time are you leaving tomorrow?� Mara asked absently
when he had finished, still rummaging through her bag. �Maybe we could have
breakfast.� Where was that blasted keycard?

When she finally found the keycard, it promptly fell from
her none-too-steady hand and landed on the floor�next to a pair of black boots.
The occupant of the boots knelt in front of her to retrieve the card and placed
it carefully in her bag before standing straight again to extend his hand.

�May I have this dance?� Luke asked quietly.

Mara looked up at him and then behind him. Callista was still wiping her face, but gathered her skirts
and turned her back on them to disappear into the crowd.

�What did you say to her?�

Luke gestured with his outstretched hand again. �Come
dance with me and I�ll tell you.�

Placing her hand in his, Mara followed him onto the dance
floor and they fell into step with the waltz.

�I wanted to tell you earlier,� Luke said softly, �but you
look beautiful tonight.�

She had chosen her most formal dress for the occasion: a
sleeveless, simple cut gown made of shimmering black silk. �Thank you. But
you�re avoiding the question. What did you say-?�

�Don�t you want to know what she said?� he asked.

�I already know that. She wanted you back,� Mara answered.

Luke�s hand pressed firmly against her lower back, guiding
her expertly through a complicated sequence. �She said she�d spoken with you,
but I wasn�t sure if she was telling the truth or not. Yes, she wanted to come
back.�

Mara twirled gracefully under his arm. �And?�

Luke pulled her close again. �And I told her that I wanted
no hard feelings between us and that I wished her the best. But that I was in
love with someone else.�

Mara stumbled uncharacteristically and Luke caught her,
bringing them both to a halt. Withdrawing from their dancing stance, Luke took
her face carefully in his hands. �I told her what I wanted to tell you on Tatooine � that I love you, Mara Jade.�

Blinking back an unexpected stinging in her eyes, Mara
reached up to brush his cheek and he smiled down at her. �I thought about it,
just like you told me to,� he said gently. �And I am as certain as I have ever
been that I want you by my side�always.�

And there, with friends and family waltzing around them,
he kissed her. Not as a man hungry for a woman, as they had kissed so often in
the past, or even as a part-time lover. His lips against hers now were
different, reverent in touch and charged with honesty.

She pressed into him, dropping her emotional shields to
meet and return his affection. No, deeper than affection. She had held her
feelings in check for longer than she could remember and she kissed him now
with all the passion of her long-denied love.

He pulled her closer, enveloping her in his arms and
fervor until she thought she would burst - when a muffled cough and �Ahem�
behind her jolted her back to their surroundings.

Pulling away hastily, she realized that the music had
stopped. And so had the dancing.

Luke glanced around the room before returning his
attention to her, blushing.

�Everyone�s looking at us, aren�t they?� she asked
quietly.

�Yes, they are.�

Mara felt a flush creep up her face. �What do we do?�

�Just smile.� Wrapping his arm securely around her waist,
he led her from the dance floor.

They passed several speechless couples, but later Mara
would only remember Leia�s slack-jawed _expression of
surprise and Han�s all-too-wide grin.

Fortunately, the announcer stepped up again before they
had to make any explanations: �Friends and guests: the bride and groom would
like to request the honor of your presence in the banquet hall for the evening
meal.�

Free from the spotlight, Luke led her to a secluded
corner. �Are you hungry?�

Mara shook her head. �Not right now.�

Luke glanced toward the banquet hall apologetically. �I
should make an appearance. But I can bring you something to your room�or mine.�
Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out his keycard and offered it to her.

She palmed it discreetly. �Don�t be too long.�

* * * * *

Mara was standing on the balcony, gazing down at the
moonlight reflecting on the ocean waves, when she heard Luke enter the room.
She hadn�t turned on the lights and he made his way across the dark suite to
embrace her from behind.

She turned in his arms. �That was quick.�

�I was dismissed by the groom personally,� Luke smiled.
�He said I had better places to be.�

�He�s a smart man, the groom,� Mara agreed, shivering
against a cool, salt-tainted breeze.

Luke removed his jacket and wrapped it around her
shoulders, pulling her close. She leaned against the warm fabric of his shirt
and inhaled the clean scent. Tilting her face up to his, she kissed the hollow
of his neck. �I love you,� she breathed, moving her kisses up to his lips where
they were captured in mutual adoration.

�Come inside,� he murmured when she shivered again,
guiding her back into the room and closing the balcony door behind him.

Leading her to the bed, he stopped to caress her face,
threading his fingers up through her hair. Reaching carefully into the styled
tresses, he removed the pins that held them atop her head and released them to
flow freely over her shoulders. His blue eyes sparkled as he combed through the
red waves. �Stars, Mara�� he whispered. �Tell me there are no rules tonight.�

�No. No rules.� She reached up to cup his jaw in her palm
and her heart pounded with words she had never spoken before to any man, �Just
make love to me.�

�I thought you�d never ask.� He pulled her into a kiss,
gentle at first, but increasing as she shed all remaining boundaries and opened
herself completely to him. I love you, he sent to her soul, as if to
dispel any lingering doubts. She had none.

Sliding her hands around to his back, she tugged the hem
of his shirt up to venture beneath. Desire ignited by the familiar
feel of his bare skin, she tugged the fasteners open, pushing the fabric
to the floor, and moved quickly to his trousers.

He did not protest as she stripped him bare, but caught
her wrists in a tender, halting grasp when she reached for her own garment.
�Allow me.� He turned her around so that her back was to him and his voice
husky in her ear, �Slowly, this time.�

The tiny hairs on her back sprang to life under his touch
as he unfastened her dress, clasp by clasp. As the dress was not one that required
a separate bustier, she wore only matching silken underwear beneath and was
exposed almost completely when he slid the straps off her shoulders and the
gown puddled around her ankles.

He embraced her again from behind, his chest hot and firm
against her back, and caressed her bare breasts lovingly. She moaned, leaning
her head against his shoulder, granting his exploring lips easier access to the
delicate skin behind her ear and along her neck.

His mouth continued its trek, following the gentle trails
of his fingertips down her spine and shoulder blades to the slight hollow of
her lower back. Glancing down, she watched as he knelt behind her to slide the
remaining black, silk fabric over her hips. Releasing the straps of her heeled
shoes, he slipped them from her feet, before continuing the feathery brushes of
his lips up her calves, behind her knees, and to the sensitive, now-bare flesh
above her thighs.

Standing behind her again, he eased her forward toward the
bed, quietly prompting her to kneel on the soft, satin surface. He joined her
on the bed, kneeling behind her, and pulled her onto his lap. She felt the
evidence of his desire pulsing against her rear seam and she shifted,
increasing the pressure and eliciting a groan in response.

Tossing her hair over her shoulder, he wrapped his arms
around her waist and planted his mouth firmly against the back of her neck. She
leaned into him, arching her back when his hands resumed their adoring
exploration of her soft, feminine mounds.

Luke kept one hand busied there and slid the other one
down her taut abdomen to the downy patch of curls below her waist. He parted
his knees, coaxing her legs apart, and traveled further down.

Mara was already damp in anticipation and shuddered when
he slipped his fingers between her womanly folds. He found the slick bud within
and his erection throbbed even harder against her as he stroked the little
bundle of nerves.

Moisture flowed from her core now, running down her thigh
as she rocked on his lap, moaning. Luke broke off the delicious contact and
grabbed her hips, lifting them upward and tilting her forward to position his
engorged length against her opening.

Mara felt his readiness and lowered herself back onto his
lap, filling and stretching her sex with his girth. He grunted behind her and
she fell into rhythm, riding him steadily. He cupped her breasts in his
now-free hands and massaged them to the tempo of her thrusts.

She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of fullness,
of her inner walls rubbing the length of his manhood. Her nipples were already
hard and he teased them between his fingers until she cried out, not quite
asking for reprieve.

His practiced fingers descended between her legs and she
was utterly consumed then: his sex filling her, one hand brushing peaked
breasts and the other fondling her swollen, erect nub.

Drowning in his ministrations, she finally did plead for
reprieve�.and he granted it, bringing her to climax with his gentle yet firm
fingers and holding her tightly against him as she shattered in release.

Mara fell forward onto the bed, gasping for breath, but
only for a moment before she rose and pivoted around, straddling Luke�s knees
again. Facing him now, she descended on him again, riding his staff with post-orgasmic
bliss.

She kissed him, joining their mouths even as their sexes
were joined, and he clutched at her back, her shoulders, her
hips�ravishing and plundering her mouth in tandem.

Pulling away, he gasped a ragged breath before she felt
his organ constrict inside her, releasing a hot stream as he buried his face in
her bosom, shouting a muffled cry of abandon.

Mara slowed, prolonging every bit of pleasure, before
collapsing onto the satin bed sheets. Luke covered her, panting into her neck
and rolling to the side, clutching her in a sweaty embrace.

* * * * *

Morning broke over the ocean, sunlight intruding into the
haven of their hotel room. Mara woke, squinting, to find Luke squinting at her
equally, though with a smile on his face.

�You�re still here,� he said.

�Um-hmm,� she answered sleepily, snuggling deeper beneath
his arm.

�I thought you�d be gone,� he explained. �You�ve always
been gone in the morning.�

Mara looked up at him and answered, simply, �I wanted to
stay.�

Luke brushed wild, red hair from her forehead. �Stay,�
he repeated solemnly. �Stay with me.�

She cocked an eyebrow. �How long did you book this room?�

Luke laughed, �No. I mean stay�with me. Always.�

�Always?� she asked breathlessly.

�Yes.� He pulled her close, bare skin meeting again
beneath the covers. �Marry me, Mara. Would you�marry me?�

Her heart pounded in her throat, but she knew the answer �
she�d known it for a long time. �Yes,� she grinned, wrapping her body around
his under the sheets. �I thought you�d never ask.�

(�until next time�)
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