Completely at Your Mercy

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: I don't make any money from this smut. I just enjoyed
writing it. :P

It was a surprisingly quiet night in a galaxy that was amidst the
chaotic and lately traumatic throws of war. Luke lay in bed reading
over Wedge's latest defense schematics that had been compiled after
their last confrontation with the Vong. He was continually amazed
that they seemed to come out of most confrontations with the upper
hand. The Vong, despite their lack of technology, seemed to be the
superior force in each battle that had been fought. If it were not
for the heart of the New Republic?that is if he could even still
call
it that?their whole galaxy would now be considered Vong territory.

Luke scrolled through the lines of data, amazed at the resources at
Wedge's disposal that enabled him to collect such data. He had been
reading the file for an hour, and even though most times, files that

contained only raw data usually bored Luke, the Vong's style of
warfare continually kept him in awe.

The bed suddenly shifted and Luke's attention was drawn to the slim
figure sleeping beside him. Mara suddenly became restless in her
sleep. Luke watched as she tossed and turned, nestling closer to
him, only to throw her arm over his chest effectively holding his
arms against his torso and disrupting his late night reading.

Luke couldn't help the grin that broke out on his tired face. He
didn't think he would ever get used to the fact that Mara often
unconscientiously sought out the comfort of his body in the night.
He couldn't begin to count the times that he had woken with Mara
practically on top of him, sleeping comfortably with her head
snuggled warmly against his neck and shoulder.

Carefully freeing the arm that wasn't wedged between him and his
sleeping wife, Luke set the datapad on the stand by his side of the
large bed. He flicked his finger at the distant light switch and
the room was suddenly thrown in darkness. The distant moon of the
planet they had taken refuge on cast its light across the room in
muted rays.

Mara suddenly turned and settled back onto her own pillow facing
him. Luke looked at the beauty that lay beside him. Even after all
their years of marriage, he still couldn't believe that Mara had
agreed to become his wife. Sometimes he imagined he was only
dreaming. Mara Jade couldn't possibly love him. He was only a
Tantooine farm boy, her sworn enemy, and the man that had ripped
away
the only life she had ever known. But despite their rocky beginning,

they had found love within each other. And no matter where they
were in the galaxy, he always awoke to find her lying beside him.

His eyes roamed her magnificent body and came to settle on the
lovely
features of her face. She was so beautiful and Luke felt the
familiar tightening of his stomach as his heart began to beat
faster. After all of these years, his body still ached with desire
at the mere site of her. She could still take his breath away.

She was a mystery to him even now after all of these years. She
could constantly surprise him with her ever-changing mood or dry
wit. He had learned to give her space and allow her to?well?to be
Mara. And she in exchange had learned love him wholeheartedly and to

forgive his coddling need to protect her from the dangers that
always
seemed to chase after them.

Luke laughed to himself. As if Mara needed protecting. She was a
trained assassin and Jedi Master who knew how to take care of
herself. In fact it was she who seemed to always be pulling him out
of danger.

An errant lock of red-golden hair fluttered across her cheek and
Luke
reached across to lightly brush it back behind her ear. Softly he
lightly drew the back of his hand across her cheek and slid his
thumb
across her plump lower lip. He loved the feel of her lips,
especially the bottom one. The texture constantly drew him to suckle

and lightly bite into it like a ripe fruit when they kissed. His
mind drew him back to the first time he had tasted that wonderful
mouth. They had just survived the flood in the cave on Nirauan and
she had only agreed to become his wife just moments before. They had

stood drenched and shivering cold, but when their lips had met for
the first time, they both had suddenly felt a heat flood through
them. He had wrapped his arms around her to draw her closer to him.
Her lips where warm and luscious, while her tongue in-turn was bold
and passionate against his own. The force had flowed through them,
revealing their thoughts to each other and suddenly he knew he was
home.

Luke smiled at the memory as his hand slid down her arm to rest on
curve of her hip. Through the tantalizing blue silk nightgown she
wore, Luke could see the outline of her dusky nipples. His felt his
groin tighten as he suddenly imagined sliding that thin strap down
her shoulder to reveal those nipples to his hot gaze. He wanted to
feel them tighten into hard nubs when he took them into his mouth
and
teased them with his tongue.

Mara moaned softly and Luke saw her nipples harden to two firm
points. Without being aware of it, he had projected his thoughts to
Mara in her sleep. Smiling mischievously he slid his hand around and

cupped her rear in his hand, lightly squeezing the firm globe. He
lightly traced with his finger around the band of her panties across

her hip to rest on her flat stomach. Slowly he slid that finger down

to brush back and forth across the heated center of her woman's
core.

Mara moaned louder this time and arched her body; seeking more
contact from the feather light touches he was teasing her with.

Luke chuckled and slid closer to her warmth, breathing deeply of the

scent that he would ever consider uniquely as Mara. Not perfume, for

that would be considered as needlessly frivolous, but the clean
scent
of shampoo and soap. Her natural scent could drive him crazy with
need like no perfume ever could.

Luke's body hardened painfully with arousal and he took several deep

breaths to calm himself. Past images of they bodies tangled together

in heated passion came uncontrollably to his mind. She was always
wild and uninhibited when they made love. Always able to draw the
feral, reckless abandon from his calm Jedi exterior. It was only in
their bedroom that Luke allowed the uncontrolled passion to escape
and Mara revealed the soft, loving woman beneath the tough exterior.

Their lovemaking was always sweaty and intense. They were able to
draw the wanton passion from each other that always resulted in a
mind-blowing release.

Luke sensed Mara's breathing change to a quicker pace and looked up
into her sleepy green eyes.

"Having naughty thoughts again, Skywalker?" she asked in a husky,
sleep-filled voice.

Luke grinned, and wrapped his arm around her, drawing her near. "You

know I have a hard time controlling my thoughts around you, Jade."

Mara's hand reached out to encircle the evidence of the arousal that

was pressed into her stomach. "Hard indeed," she teased as she began

to stroke the length of him.

Luke groaned and closed his eyes. "Don't start anything you don't
intend to finish."

Mara raised her eyebrows in mock superiority. "You started this when

you sent all of those dirty images to me in my sleep."

Mara's hand continued to drive Luke to insanity. His gaze slid
across her body as she lay provocatively on the bed beside him. Her
nightgown had bunched around her hips and he could see the dark hint

of her womanhood through her panties. Growling he grabbed the edge
of her nightgown and pulled it roughly over her head as pushed her
onto her back and settled on top of her. "Alright, I admit I started

it?and you can bet I'm going to finish it," he promised.

Mara smiled and wrapped her arms tightly around her husband's broad
shoulders and opened her legs, allowing Luke to slip in between
them. "Good. You wake me up with images like that, you'd better be
willing to pay the price."

Luke's voice deepened with arousal as he felt the liquid heat of her

pressed against his hardened shaft. "I think you'd better be willing

to pay the price, my love. Because I'm about to take this game to a
whole new level."

Mara closed her eyes as she felt him press into her. He slowly slid
deeply inside her warm depths and she wrapped her thighs around his
hips to hold him to her.

Luke began to rock back and forth, establishing a slow and torturous

rhythm. It was a pace that he knew would aggravate Mara with its
slowness. She dragged her nails down his shoulders and clutched his
arms. The slow rhythm frustrated her. She wanted him hard and fast
and began to thrust her body up against his, trying to quicken his
pace.

Luke chuckled. "Not this time," he said as sweat began to form on
his brow. "We do it my way," He reached down and pried her legs from

his hips. Without loosing contact from her heated center, he wrapped

his arms around her calves and drew her thighs to his chest. He then

pressed his chest down toward hers, effectively jackknifing her body

with her slightly spread locked between their heated torsos. With
his face inches from hers, he stared into her lust darkened eyes and

began to slowly thrust into her again.

Mara growled like a trapped animal as she realized the submissive
position Luke had put her in. She couldn't move and was held
completely at his mercy. And he again began to plunge into her with
agonizingly slow thrusts.

She closed her eyes and pushed her legs against his chest trying to
deepen the contact of their bodies, but in this position, he had
effectively stopped any movement she could attempt. In frustration
she cried out and crushed his shoulders in a bruising grip. "Luke!"
she pleaded in aggravation.

He leaned down and kissed her, tracing the outline of her lips with
his tongue. "No, love. We do it my way this time?slowly. I want it
to go on forever," he said as he panted for breath.

Mara's eyes glowed with both irritation and rapture. "You enjoy
having me completely at your mercy," she accused him. She closed her

eyes and groaned as that familiar tingle of ecstasy began to spread
through her body.

Luke could feel the combined emotions of their joining through their

force link and felt her body tighten around him. "I'd be lying if I
said I didn't," he admitted as he began to pick up the pace.

They groaned as they neared the precipice they both sought. Luke
finally relented and began to thrust fiercely into his wife, giving
her the slick friction that she craved.

Mara cried out Luke's name as her nail bit into his back. And Luke
roared as he exploded within her. He released her legs and fell
heavily on top of her, resting his head against her breast. He
deeply sucked in much needed oxygen and listened as her heart beat
rapidly against his ear. As they began to catch their breaths,
their sweat-dampened bodies began to cool. Luke slid to his side and

pulled the covers up as he pulled Mara's limp body to him. She
snuggled into her familiar place with her nose pressed into his neck

and her arm draped across his chest and gloried in the comfort of
her
wonderful husband.

Luke's voice broke the silence of their bedroom. "You're not mad at
me, are you?" he asked.

"Why would I be mad?" she asked, he voice muffled by his neck.

"I basically forced you to be submissive to me."

Mara laughed against his neck, causing Luke to shiver from the
ticklish vibrations. "If I was submissive, it was because I wanted
to be," she admitted.

Luke pulled his head away from her so that he could look into her
impish green eyes. "You didn't mind?"

"Did I seem to mind?" she countered.

Luke's look of surprise slowly turned to a Han-like smirk as he
replayed their previous actions through his mind. "No, you seemed to

enjoy it quite a bit actually," he said as he happily pulled her on
top of his chest and pulled her head down for a lingering kiss.

After a while, Mara drew up onto her elbows and looked down into
Luke's handsomely rugged face and enjoyed the feel of his hands
slowly sliding down her back in a light caress.

She gave him a wry smile and bent down to lightly bite his
chest. "Just don't get used to it, farmboy," she said as her mouth
found the peak of his nipple.

Luke's breath caught in his throat as her tongue flicked at his
sensitive nipple. "Don't worry, Mara. I love to be completely at
your mercy," he confessed as his fingers plunged through her silky
mane and he felt himself being enveloped in the heat of her body as
her lips brushed lower and lower against his skin.

She looked deeply into his passion glazed eyes. "I know," she said
just as her mouth found the target she had been seeking.

Luke closed his eyes and again began to marvel at the wonderful
woman
that was his wife.