I am just going to steal from Crysta's message and put her explanation here. I think this explains it all. See below:

Crysta Wrote: " I was complaining to Alan this morning over IM about not being able to get my hands on Conquest until tomorrow, and unwittingly gave birth to a very adamant little bunny that would NOT let go of us. This is what it made me write. There are no spoilers for Conquest whatsoever...*snip* "

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Title: BoT: Invasion

Author: Alan (A.K.A: Qurinas)

Disclaimer: The Star Wars Universe and characters belong to George Lucas and Lucasfilms. However, I am writing for my entertainment and the entertainment of others. I am making no money from this.

Setting: A couple of Tatooine teenagers try head to Tosche Station...

Rating: NC-17.

POV: 1st Person Narrative/Anywhere But Here

Spoilers: None.

Author's note: Each time there is a line of asterisks, it means that it is a change of Point Of View. It starts out with the 1st Person POV, then goes to the ABH format.

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"Finally!" I thought to myself as I jumped out of my landspeeder. The drive from the farm to Tosche Station had not been very enjoyable. The heat was blistering today and the wind noise had made conversation with my cousin impossible.

It had been a long couple of months of waiting. Both of us had been simply dying for the new book, Brink of Triumph: Invasion and today was the day we were going to get it. We had scrimped and saved, doing extra chores and even helping out on neighboring farms. But now, it would all be worth it.

I walked with a spring in my step to the door of the local bookstore. I opened the door and held it so my cousin could enter, following closely behind her. It felt so nice to be out of the sun, in the relatively cool surroundings of the shop. I quickly looked at the shelf by the door that normally held the new arrivals, trying to find the new book, on datacard. First looking by title, then under the author's name: Gary Locks. "Stang," I swore under my breath. I couldn't find it anywhere.

I knew that my cousin had walked off to look at another display it could have been on. Even though it should have been where I was looking. "Hey!" I shouted over my shoulder to her. "Did you find it?" I asked, still facing the shelf, making one last ditch effort to find it on the new arrivals display. I heard only silence in response to my question. "Cus?" I called again as I turned around. She was over by the shelf as I had expected, but she wasn't looking at the rows of datacards, but out towards the back of the room.

I turned my head expecting to see Mrs. Dunerider, standing behind the desk or hoping it might be her very cute daughter Lelia, who happened to be only a year younger than I was. However, the person standing behind the desk was someone I did not recognize.

I looked at the tanned, blonde haired, slim farm boy standing behind the counter to see that he was looking down at a datapad paying almost no attention to us. Glancing back over to look at my cousin, I saw that her eyes were locked on him and her mouth hung slightly open as she stared. I shook my head and chuckled softly to myself.

* * *

You inhale sharply, looking over at the very cute, young, guy behind the counter. He had sandy-blonde hair that hung straight to a little past his ears. He was quite tanned from working out in the sun, just like you get from being on your father's farm.

You try to remember what you were looking for, before you noticed him. However, you can't seem to recall. Your thoughts seem to be centered on one thing and your eyes refuse to tear themselves away from it.

`Sithspit,' you think to yourself. `Stop staring before he sees you!' you scold yourself as your cheeks flush with mild embarrassment. You look back towards the shelf and begin glancing at the datacards. You can almost feel his presence behind you and you turn slowly just as he brings his eyes up from the datapad. Eyes bright and blue as the sky lock together with yours. You feel a tingling on the nape of your neck as the hairs stand on end.

You are lost in the moment as you gaze into the most beautiful eyes you have ever stared longingly into.

* * *

I looked on in amusement as my cousin and the book jockey stared at each other. "Doesn't that just figure." I muttered to myself. I knew my cousin very well after countless talks in the moisture fields as we worked on my uncle's farm. We talked about any number of subjects, including her taste in men.

Even though she often strayed from what her "dream man" would be, I knew exactly what she wanted in a man; cute and innocent, with boyish good looks. She often talked about "her innocent little farmboy" and her somewhat nefarious plans for him when she found one.

I shook my head laughing to myself as I walked over to her. I reached out to get her attention...

* * *

The eye contact breaks as you feel a mildly sharp poke in the arm. The young man across the room suddenly blushs and casts his eyes back towards the datapad. You feel the color increasing in your own cheeks and your heart flutters at the sight.

You turn to see your cousin Naal, standing next to you softly jabbing his extended index finger insistently into your shoulder. "See something you like?" he asks smugly, motioning his head to the young man behind the counter.

Your flushed cheeks, which initially were signs of desire, now turn a deeper red with newly rising embarrassment. You grimace and slug him in the shoulder. "Knock it off!" you snarl under your breath.

He chuckles and rubs his shoulder mockingly. "Ok, ok," he says holding his hands up in surrender. "You win." You begin to feel your embarrassment waning as you can tell he does not plan to make a fool out of himself, nor you in the process.

"Have you forgotten already?" he asks. You think back to your reason fro driving into town, the new Locks book!

"Of course not!" you exclaim, causing the head of young man behind the counter to peer up at you. You quickly lower your voice, "Of course not. I was looking for it."

"Yeah, right," he chuckles as he looks down at the shelf. "Stang!" he swears a little too loud for your taste, considering the circumstances.

"Would you watch your mouth," you growl. You hope the nice young man didn't hear your cousin's flash of gutter mouth.

He looks at you with a furrowed brow and only shakes his head. "I'll tell you what. I'll go over here and look again. Why don't you go ask lover-boy where the book is?" he asks with a wink.

You shoot him a dirty look before whirling away from him and donning your sweetest smile as you walk to the counter. You arrive to find him leaning on his elbows, his nose almost buried in the datapad as blonde locks hang in front of his eyes.

You softly tap the counter, he moves with a small start and looks up. He smiles brightly and you feel your heart begin to melt as you look into those eyes again. "Hi," he says warmly. "Welcome to Dunerider's Books. May I help you?"

`Oh, could you ever,' You think to yourself. You shake your head clearing away the mischievous thoughts. "Yes, please. I am looking for the new book by Greg Locks, Brink of Triumph: Invasion."

"Oooh," he replies. "I am looking forward to that one myself. However, it is not due out until tomorrow."

"Oh no," You mutter. "Tomorrow?" You see a small frown crease his lips.

He seems to think for a moment. "Actually, we have some out back in the store room to make sure we can meet the official release date."

"You do?" You reply, a plan already beginning to hatch in your head. He nods slowly.

"I've never seen you here before," You say as you extend your hand and introduce yourself.

"I am Luke Skywalker," he replies taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle yet firm squeeze. You feel your heart begin to race as he holds your hand, but all too quickly he lets go. You see his cheeks begin to get a hint of color again. A good sign he enjoyed the contact as much as you did.

You smile. "Nice to meet you. When did you start working here?"

"About a week ago or so," he answers. "I work out at my Uncle Owen's farm. However, I recently had a small.....ummm....accident with my T-16 Skyhopper," he says, glancing down seeming a bit embarrassed. "Biggs cut me off around Widow Maker's turn in Beggars Canyon. I was lucky my ship was the only thing damaged..."

You feel a bit more relaxed as he speaks to you. You lean forward slightly, listening intently to his tale of his latest flight down Beggar's Canyon.

* * *

I couldn't keep from chuckling as I watched the conversation between the two. She was so into him, it was ridiculous and he was so enthralled by her it was equally pathetic. I listened with half- interest to his tale about the perils of flying.

"Wow, why don't you just add a fleet of pirates to your story?" I muttered. "You sound more like you are saving the galaxy then fooling around with the guys." I shook my head in amusement, knowing that I wouldn't tell the story any differently if I was trying to make headway with a girl either.

I watched as the conversation moved forward and casual touching began to occur between the two participants. `We might be able to get that book after all,' I thought to myself. `If she plays her cards right, that is.'

* * *

You are enjoying the feel of Luke's hand on your forearm as he finishes his tale. Not for the first time, you feel a gentle stirring in your loins as his sweet smile and bright eyes warms your heart. "So, what is it that you do?" he asks, with what seems to be genuine interest.

You begin your tale of your mundane life on your father's farm. You feel a growing warmth as he hangs on your every word and your casual touches become longer and seem to carry a hidden meaning. You finish your tale and lean forward invading well into his personal space. You sit there enjoying the closeness before he backs away slightly.

"You know," he says. "I do have a couple of books out back. I can't sell you one. If I did, Mrs. Dunerider would lose her license from the Hutts to sell Yar-Led books. I really can't do that. But I can show you one, as long as you promise not to tell anyone. I'm not even suppose to let someone see one, let alone allow them in the storeroom."

You follow as he leads you to the storeroom. He looks at Naal standing at the front of the store. "Do you know him?" he asks. You inform him that he is your cousin. He quickly asks Naal to watch the store while you are in the back, telling him you won't be too long.

`Not if I have anything to say about it...' you think to yourself, a devilish grin coming to your lips. You follow him to the storeroom. He walks to a nearby shelf as you ease the door shut behind you, making sure not to alert Luke that you have.

He turns and smiles presenting you the softbound book. You glance down at the cover. You see the depiction of the great Imperial Ace Soontir Fel. You read the back to discover the story is about him vanquishing the alien enemies of the Empire. "Wow..." you manage.

"Yeah," he nods smiling. "I can't wait to read it. Oh well, only one more day."

You frown. "Sadly, I won't be able to come in until we make another supply run next week. We are going to be very busy at the farm." You see Luke look down sullenly and can tell that he felt bad. But, you knew he wouldn't sell you the book.

You place it down on the shelf nearest the door and you walk up to Luke. "Hey, don't worry about it." Your heart thunders in your chest, hoping you are not making a mistake as your rest your hand on his chest. Luke's eyes widen like a frightened felinoid.

You slowly shut your eyes and lean in towards him. The world goes black around you as your lids shut out the light. You begin to think you've made a mistake when Luke's lips do not touch yours. But, after what seems like an eternity you feel a soft, tentative kiss on your lips.

You feel a surge of nervous energy as he draws back before planting a series of soft, short kisses on your lips. You pull back and open your eyes and see that his face a few inches from yours. A blush highlights his cheeks, but his blue eyes seem to burn with a nervous excitement.

Wordlessly you take a tan poncho that is hanging from the door and bring it over to the corner of the room, which is barren. You lay it down like a blanket on the dusty floor before sitting down. You look up and see a shocked Luke Skywalker, who seems not to know what to say or do. You smile as warmly and reassuringly as possible and hope your next move isn't too forward.

You raise your hand and extend your index finger with the back of your hand facing Luke. You curl your finger in towards you beckoning him closer. He hesitates for a minute, but quickly moves over to sit beside you. He leans in again with the excitement of a teenage boy, that only a teenage girl could provoke.

Any shyness Luke had previously seems to disappear, as your kisses grow more passionate and needy. You break the kiss and lean in to plant strong, yearning kisses at the base of Luke's neck. Your attentions drive him to take a sharp intake of breath. You let your breath escape in a pleasurable groan enjoying the response you are getting from the farmboy.

Luke begins to feel more comfortable as his hands roam around your back. His lips find your earlobe, where he gently begins to nibble and caress with his lips and tongue. You sigh as your desire builds and a low groan escapes your lips.

You let your hand drop to the area of his belt and run your fingers from his covered navel down his thigh. He jumps as if you electrocuted him. He chuckles nervously. "Sorry..." he murmurs. You smile softly before returning your lips to his neck and your hand returns to his thigh.

Luke seems less jumpy this time as you guide him to lie on his side, facing you. You are both lying in your sides, kissing and caressing. You guide your hand to the obvious signs of his arousal. Luke gasps as your run your fingers gently over it.

You smile inwardly at how easy it is to get a response out of a boy. Seems it is so easy with them...

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I waited by the front shelves for a few minutes before making my way in the direction of the storeroom. I got to the door and pressed my ear to it. For a moment, I heard nothing. However, I soon hear some muffled moans and heavy breathing. `Excellent,' I thought to myself. `Let's just see if I can score too.'

I eased the door open as gently and quietly as possible. Once the door was opened a crack, I leaned close to the space to look into the room. My eyes immediately went to movement in the corner of the room. I saw, lying on a poncho, the tangled limbs of the counter boy and my cousin. I quickly looked away having no interest in seeing my cousin engrossed in such an activity.

I cast my eyes around the room. They came upon a large stack of books across the room. It was Brink of Triumph: Invasion! But there was no way I could get into the room without the counter boy seeing or hearing me. As I shook my head in frustration, I glanced at a shelf near the door.

Then I saw it. A picture as clear as day, of Soontir Fel. I smile the size of Coruscant spread across my face as my hand shot into the room.

* * *

You can feel Luke's fingers pulling at the waistband of your pants. Nervous doubt blossoms in the pit of your stomach, feeling like a block of ice. However, it quickly melts away under the onslaught of the passion in your ear and the fire in your loins.

Luke eases his hand past the waist bands of first your pants, then your panties to brush against the soft curls of hair beneath. You moan loudly as an electrifying sensation runs through your abdomen as his fingers begin to softly caress your womanhood. Passion grabs you as you thrust your hands into Luke's trousers to take firm hold of his engorged shaft.

Your lips meet in a fiery kiss as you both caress each other, breathing heavily into each other's mouths from the attention. You break the kiss as you hear something coming from the door. Fear grips your heart when you think that maybe Mrs. Dunerider has discovered you. You break the kiss as Luke buries his face in the crook of your neck.

You shudder as his breath raises goosebumps all over your body. Your fears subside when you see it is not the storeowner, but your cousin. His hand quickly swipes the book from the shelf. You see the door being eased closed when you feel Luke start to pull away. `Maybe he heard the door!' your thoughts scream. You place your hands firmly on his cheeks and pull him into a passionate, probing kiss. Your tongues dance in each other's mouths, before he breaks the kiss after several long minutes. You are both gasping for air.

He leans in so his face is not much more than an inch from yours. "I hope this is ok..." he begins. "I really can't have sex with you....you see....I've never done....you know...it, before."

Your heart melts at the sincerity, innocence and respect in his voice. You are wary to tell him this, but you say it before you can stop yourself. "I never have either," you admit.

You both continue to look at each other happily. "I really like you," he says smiling brightly. "I just don't want to rush anything."

You feel a bit nervous and mildly embarrassed, but you need to tell him how you feel. "Me too," You say, blushing.

Luke looks at you longingly. "I would still like to continue, this....if you want," he breathes. You only manage a nod as his lips fasten themselves to your neck with what seems to be the power of a black hole. You groan as pleasure fills your entire body and his fingers begin to softly caress you again.

You gasp as Luke moves his hands, easing a finger towards the core of your womanhood. Waves seem to be crashing over you as your pleasure builds and moans come to your lips louder and with more frequency. Luke's manhood begins to twitch in your hand as you stroke him.

His breath runs heavy in your ear as he is too distracted to do anything but move his hand and enjoy your movements. You feel as if every fiber of your being is tingling, as you feel your stomach begin to flutter. You cry out as you feel your climax crashing over you. You feel Luke's body tighten as his joins you in ecstasy.

You lie there with Luke, your limbs intertwined, your breath burning in your lungs as your heart attempts to beat it's way out of your chest. You look at Luke and lean in to kiss him. He guides the kiss in a more loving and caring manner accentuated by the experience you are both still swimming in.

* * *

I carefully took the datapad, tucking it into the waistband of my pants at the small of my back and covering it with my tunic. Then I ran over to the counter to grab a blank datapad. I quickly entered a note on the pad and laid it on the counter. I reached into my pocket and took the hard-earned money and slid it under the pad.

Just as I had everything in place the storeroom door opened. A very disheveled looking pair entered the store. I smirked and called to my cousin, "I'll be waiting outside."

I quickly ran out of the store and hopped in the speeder. I was hoping she would get out of there quick and we could escape with our new book.

* * *

You stand in a loose embrace with Luke Skywalker and he leans in close to you. "I would really like to see you again."

You smile as your heart soars. You really like this young man. `Luke Skywalker,' you think, the name dancing in your head. "I would like that," you say softly.

"Well, how about tomorrow night. I have to meet the Jawa's sandcrawler with my Uncle Owen to pick out a couple new droids in the afternoon. However, after that I was planning to come back to Tosche Station for some power converters. Wanna meet me here?"

"I would love to," you say with a giant grin.

Luke leads you out of the store. "Until tomorrow then," he says blowing you a kiss as you walk to your cousin's waiting landspeeder.