Frustration

Here is my frustration fic. Absolutely *100%* NOT SERIOUS (and not
particularly nice, either), but it lightened my mood. I hope you
think it's funny, too.

If I offend anyone, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

And please, do not think this is a reflection of my traditional
work. I just needed to:

1. "satisfy my carnal lusts."
2. let off a little steam in the most vicious way possible
3. let you all know that that person will NOT win :-)

Again, I'll say this a million times over, I am SO SORRY for this. I
think it's funny. I REALLY REALLY hope that you will, too.

PLEASE FORGIVE MY NASTY SIDE THIS ONCE and indulge me!

Why do I think I'm gonna get my arse whooped for this? :-)

Dedicated to my new best friend.

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NOTE: This is a "frustration-fic." This is me venting and leaving
the past behind. In a sarcastic, malicious sort of way.

Um...sorry if this offends anyone. I admit, it's a little over the
top, but I just had to do it if any of you ever want to see another
story by me, LOL.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Luke or Mara. They all belong to (and are
APPROVED BY) Mr. George Lucas. Any resemblance to characters,
fictional or real are...well I guess that's up to you.

If the extreme weirds you out; or if you can't understand my sharp
bitterness at this moment; or if you don't like sarcastic, plain old
bitchy revenge ala Melrose Place, this story isn't for you.

I'm so sorry.

"Frustration," I'd say R or NC-17. This ain't no PG fic, folks!

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"Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Harder! Harder! Faster! Pleaaaaaaaaaase!"
she cried from underneath him. "Oh, Gods!"

Luke did as he was told. He thrust faster and faster into her
trembling body, bringing her closer and closer to the brink. "Oh,
Gods, yes. I need this. All you had to do was look at me and I knew
I needed you," he moaned. "I don't care what comes of this: the Dark
Side, hell, death...I just know that I want you!"

Her hips came up to meet him as she breathed and panted. By the
Force, this was perfect. No one else would ever have him but her.
The universe be damned, Luke Skywalker was hers and no gorgeous woman
would ever take him away.

She found herself coming, faster and faster, as he pounded himself
into her body. She thought she was dying. "Oh, Luke, I worship
you!" she groaned against his lips. "You're the only one I've ever
dreamed of having. You're a GOD this way! So perfect..."

"I'm yours," Luke cried, heading towards her climax. "Oh, Gods, I'm
yours!"

"Yes!" she cried. "You are."

Luke threw her over the edge and her body's convulsions began. She
shook and shook under him, and he kept pushing, harder and harder,
until he reached his own.

When he finally stilled, he pressed his face against hers. Something
wasn't right. She wasn't breathing? "Oh, Kreth!" he said. "What
happened?"

He felt around frantically for signs of life, but there was none.
The fit of ecstasy had somehow stopped her systems.

He pulled out of her, wrapped himself in a robe, and covered her with
the sheets. A noise alerted him to another presence in the room.
Mara stood in the doorway.

"Mara!" he exclaimed. "Love, I didn't...I mean..."

Mara approached him with a blaster pointed directly at him... "You're
hers? In her frelling dreams! Luke -" she began.

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Luke threw himself from the dream with a start. He sat up in the
bed, breathing heavily, as Mara sat up next to him. They sat
silently and looked at each other, seeking comprehension in each
other's eyes. "What the hell was that?" Luke asked at last.

Mara absently stroked her rounded belly, attempting to soothe their
son from the turmoil he was sensing from both of them. She
smiled. "I have no idea. But once I tapped into it, I made sure
that little wench never made it out alive," she said casually.

Luke's jaw dropped. "Mara...you mean to tell me that you tapped into
my dream?"

"Only after you started touching me in your sleep," she
reasoned. "When I saw you weren't making love to me, I knew
something had to be done. Remember what I told you I wanted to do to
Kyp? That little nerve inside the brain? I just did it to her.
Sorry it had to look like you did it."

"That's okay, Mara," Luke said, sighing in relief. "I just don't
understand where that came from."

"Hmm...well you did call out her name at one point. Mary-Sue? Who the
hell would name their kid that?"

"Mary-Sue, huh? Don't know anyone by that name. It's not a new
first year, is it?"

"I don't think so. Just don't let it happen again, Skywalker."

"Yes, DEAR. I won't. You're much more beautiful than she was
anyway," he assured. "Now come here."

Mara used a little restrained as he tried to pull her near. "What?"
she asked with a smile.

Luke kissed her fiercely. "Is it so wrong to want to make love to my
wife?" he asked. "You're pregnant, not a prude."

Mara threw a hand dramatically back to her forehead. "Oh, but Luke,
I worship you! You're a god this way!" she teased, using some of the
words from the semi-shared dream.

He kissed her again and pulled her sleeping shift quickly off her
body. "No, I'm not. I'm human. A very real human of flesh and
blood." A hand went to her breast, causing her to arch against
him. "Is there a problem with that?"

She flashed him a feral grin and pulled his sleep pants down with her
feet. She eyed him up and down a few times before pushing him onto
his back and climbing atop him. As they instantly came together,
Mara chuckled. "Absolutely not."

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Please don't kill me, please don't kill me, please don't kill me...