Here is the sequel to "The Strong Gender". I hope you're going to enjoy it. Please let me know what you thought of it. I think you Luke lovers will really like it.
Below an appropriate space just as another warning that it is NC-17

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THIS IS NC-17!!!! SMUT!!! DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT AT LEAST 17!!!
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Jade Treatment

Rating: NC-17
Protagonists: Luke/Mara
Sequel: Sequel to "The Strong Gender"
Category: Smut

Rows and rows of speeders and small air taxis sped in endless lines over the night sky of Coruscant, weaving their way through the gaps and crevices between the kilometre high skyscrapers. The spectacle of lights in all possible colours and the twinkling advertisements of restaurants, shops and casinos were overwhelming and even if you lived on the governmental centre of the galaxy for all your life, you would most probably never see all there was to see.

For as long as she could remember, Mara had loved to sit at the windows of her room at night and watch the barely ordered chaos out there. It had been like that when she had lived here as the Emperor's Hand.
After Palpatine had died, she had had to leave the planet and it had taken her long years to once again relish being here. She didn't know where her origins lay - who her parents were, where she'd been born. For her, Coruscant had been the only home.

For a long time, it had been tainted by unbidden, painful memories. It had particularly been thanks to one man that she was able to enjoy living here again. One man that had made this home for her again - a home she liked returning to, a home she could relax in, a home where she felt safe and at peace.

Smiling to herself, Mara pushed a small button next to the window of her bedroom - which took up one whole wall of the chamber - and the transpariglass dimmed. Darker now, as through sun glasses, she could still watch what was going on outside, but no one would be able to see in. It was a nice luxury Luke had allowed himself - about the only one this apartment had held when she had moved in about four years ago.

Her husband was a very humble person, one that had never had much money to spend on things that didn't serve survival. He had been brought up as a man that didn't need jewellery, designer clothes, fancy dinners and all possible comfort that the galaxy could offer him.

She, on the other hand....

The redhead's smile broadened. It wasn't as if she depended on luxury. But certain things she enjoyed. And, when she had pushed Luke to give their home a little bit of a more personal note, she had found out that he had extremely good taste - he had just never bothered to take a look at furniture, carpets or decorations.

Together, they had chosen quite a few wonderful pieces - though the bed had been his all along. Mara remembered how amused she had been when she had first entered his bedroom and had seen a large bed, larger than even the both of them needed.
She had delightedly teased him to no end about the women he had probably invited here. Although he had known that she hadn't been serious, he had blushed in an adorable way again and again until he had simply stated that he had wanted a bed where he didn't knock his head or feet whenever he turned in sleep.

At that day, he had related to her a little bit more of his childhood and how his home had looked and she had understood that he had always lived in close spaces. He had actually never had a big bed - about the size of the pilot's pallets in old Alliance headquarters or the cabins on Imperial Star Destroyers that housed Stormtroopers, that was what he had been used to.

Well, he had taken care of this obvious wish of his long before she had moved in with him - and since then, they both had made good use of the space they had.

Mara smirked - she planned to make good use of it once again. Turning one time completely around herself, she quickly checked whether everything was there, then glanced into the mirror to make sure her hair and nightgown sat properly.

Her eyes wandered over to the bathroom door and the smirk became broader. As she had promised Luke when she had fetched him from Leia's, she had made him a hot bath in which he was cooking - because that was what it was, no matter how much he insisted that it was NOT too hot for human skin - for about an hour now.

Judging by the quantity of cold bath she had poured into the water, she assumed that his nose would at least allow him to breathe through it again. Undoubtedly, that would be much to his advantage - she didn't want to suffocate him with her kisses, after all.

'Skywalker?' She sent through the Force questioningly, carefully feeling for his presence.

'Hmmm?'

He dozed, all right. When she touched his soul, she felt all-encompassing warmth and relaxation. He seemed to feel a lot better than two hours ago, when they had arrived home. Perfect.

Humid heat greeted her when she opened the door and slipped into the fresher, her eyes immediately settling onto the spacious bathtub.

Luke was up to his chin immersed in foam, the whole room filled with the thick, reviving smell of Hlita-berries. Native to Thyferra, they were another medicinal product the planet thrived on - the oil that was gained by processing them was a very effective treatment against colds if added to hot water.

In her husband's case, Mara mused, it was but the first stage in what she had decided to call the 'Jade Treatment'.

"Jade Treatment?" Luke repeated, not bothering to open his eyes and instead sinking yet a little deeper into the warm water. His voice had lost its nasal quality, reassuring Mara of his improved condition.

Grinning, she sat down on the edge of the bathtub and laid the back of her hand at his right cheek. "No fever anymore." She stated satisfied.

"A bath is a wondrous medicine against colds." He commented, turning his head a little to rub his face against her hand.

"It cannot heal you totally and can't get rid of all the symptoms." Mara said softly, twirling his hair around her finger. Now, being fairly damp from the steam and a few contacts with the water, it was dark brown.

Finally, he opened his eyes, the brilliant blue a stark contrast to the white foam and the dark strands that were plastered to his cheekbones.

"Right. I still ache all over."

Mara just smiled. "Don't worry about that. It's what my special treatment is all about."

Luke perched an eyebrow, regarding her curiously: "Indeed? So you're coming in?" He sat up a little bit, making room for her.

His wife chuckled: "Wrong conclusion, Skywalker. You're coming out."

He frowned, plopping down into the water once again as if to protest: "I am?" he challenged.

Now, the ex-Emperor's Hand laughed: "Yes, you are, Jedi. You've been in there for long enough. It's not good for your skin to be in water that long. Besides, how can we have fun if you're in there and I'm not?"

A smug grin invaded her husband's features at that. "You plan on having fun with me this evening?"

"Who knows?" she snickered at his annoyed expression, went over to a small, built-in drawer and tossed him a towel. "Now dry off. Quickly. And take care of not getting cold again."

"And what are you doing?"

"You'll see if you come out." Mara just commented, turning and striding purposefully out of the room. However, she used the mirror next to the door - and above the sink - to get a quick glimpse of a lanky body that rose slowly out of the bathtub, foam and water trailing every single outline of muscles and bones.

This would indeed be a very, very nice evening.

*~~

While drying off, Luke pondered the suddenly so playful mood of his dear wife. Although he still didn't really understand why she would be angry with him just because he had helped Han with the Falcon's sensor dish, he had accepted that she was and deduced that it'd be better to drop the subject and not start an argument.

No matter, though, whether she had been angry or not - and whether it had been justified or not, he added stubbornly in his mind - she should have stayed with him.

Luke really couldn't remember ever having been ill. His aunt had told him about a serious sickness he had had at the age of four, but the Jedi Master couldn't remember anything about it. According to Beru, it had been a serious case, a close-to-death experience, but no matter how many details she had shared with her then sixteen-year-old nephew, the young boy had never been able to recall anything.

He had heard about colds for the first time on Hoth, when his squadron comrades had talked about it. Even on the ice planet, Luke had never even had a slight cough.
Whenever he had been in the care of a doctor or a medical droid, it had been because of some injury that he had sustained in battle. And that was profoundly different than this sickness.

If you were injured, you usually hurt at just one particular point. You could pinpoint the source of the pain and neutralise it effectively with the Force.
With this cold, that was just impossible. He ached all over, felt like he was as old as Yoda shortly before his death, and the only way he could think of to use the Force to ease his discomfort was to knock himself out and sleep until it was all over.

Another option, that didn't include the Force, had included Mara.... At least until she had dumped him at his sister's and left him alone in his misery. Frowning, he pulled on his bathrobe that had already been warmed by the heating unit of the bathroom.

Now that he was out of the water, he felt his headache returning. Not as strong as it had plagued him all day, but strong enough to be extremely annoying. Besides, he really felt like all his bones were enwrapped with weights that dragged him to the floor. Only the few steps to the bathroom door convinced him that the best place to be would be his bed.

Not the kitchen for a little snack, but his bed.

Rubbing his temple slightly with his right hand, he entered their sleeping chamber and stopped in irritation. The lights were shut down, the windows dimmed and there was absolutely no sign of his wife. Coruscant's moon - full in this night - cast its light onto the bed, preventing a pitch-black darkness.

"Mara?"

"I just wanted to create some atmosphere." The soft voice that breathed in his right ear startled him more than he cared to admit and it was all he could do not to jump forward.

"Like it?" his wife inquired further, slinging her arms around his hips and merging against his back. He felt her chin settle on his right shoulder and silky, warm skin brushed his calves.

"It's good for my headache." He commented lightly, a little puzzled about the purpose of the whole thing.

"Oh come on, love. Don't be so dense, yes?" Moving carefully, she pushed him in the bed's direction.

Luke grinned, but didn't turn his head to look at her face: "I thought you were still miffed with me because of yesterday?"

Hands at his hips guided him to kneel down on the mattress, facing the window, and he heard soft footsteps rounding the bed, saw a shadow moving in front of him, any clearer detail of her face blended out by the light of the moon.

"I think you're punished enough by how you feel."

The Jedi Master sighed, the mere mention bringing the numerous aches back to his consciousness. "You could be right about that. What about your treatment?"

"A little bit more patience, please."

"Well, I could be more patient if you just told me.."

Luke trailed off surprised when he felt her slide his bathrobe off his shoulders. A slow smile crept on his features as he let her hands guide him once more into the position she liked. He had the distinct feeling that this treatment would be very special and very helpful indeed.

*~~

Mara was glad that the moon was in her back. Thus, her husband couldn't see the broad grin that adorned her face. His impatience was so cute and unlike him, she could see every inch of his face clearly. Moonlight lit a room more than most people imagined and it was delighting to see how the azure orbs tried to pierce the darkness to get a glance on her face, how he tried to guess what she had in mind and what she wanted to do.

Taking her time, she slowly slid the bathrobe off his shoulders, tossing it away carelessly.

"Didn't you say I should keep myself warm?"

Though he tried to hide it, she could very well hear the playfulness in his voice and knew that he began to grasp the nature of her cure. Or at least he THOUGHT he did.

"Yes." Mara simply answered, softly pushing him onto his back and on the mattress. She felt his body flinch in surprise and, sitting down beside him herself, gave him a couple of moments to adjust to what he felt.

"I can't remember helping you choose new bedcovers." Curiosity was evident in his voice, while slight movements of the mattress told her that he snuggled deeper into the material.

"You didn't. It's something I picked up this afternoon." The ex-Emperor's Hand still regarded his beautiful face carefully, smiling when his eyes shot from one side to the other, trying to get a focus on her face.

After her comment, his face betrayed startledness for a moment, then he settled deeper into the pillows and nailed his eyes on the spot where he thought her face to be. She was astonished at his accurate aim. A smile of deep satisfaction bloomed on his features and Mara frowned.

"What?" she queried.

"So you DID think at me." Luke stated softly, a happy note giving his voice a childish quality.

For a moment, Mara didn't know what to reply to that. She had known that Luke had been seriously angry with her because she had left him alone while he had felt so bad, but obviously she had underestimated the depth of his childish grievance.

"Big baby." She stated after a long moment of silence.

Luke just continued grinning at her happily. "So, what is it I'm lying on?"

"A special kind of covers. If you warm them up on a heating unit or such, they save the warmth. For hours. And I thought..."

"You thought that your poor, sick husband would need just something like that to feel wonderfully comfortable in his bed. And you wanted to make him a present because you treated him so unfairly."

"You ARE aware that I just allow you these delusions of grandeur because you're sick, aren't you?"

"Hmm." This smile still on his face, his eyes were about to drop closed and she felt how he called the Force to himself to ease his headache.

"Good idea for a treatment." He mumbled, not even slightly starting at the chuckle this drew from his wife.
"That's not the treatment, you silly Jedi." Mara whispered softly, just deciding that it would be a nice touch to her scheme to let him doze off just a little before continuing with what she had been waiting for all the time he had been in the bathroom.

She watched as his face relaxed, though a slight frown pertained, caused by the numerous aches he still harboured.

"You heard me, love?"

"Hmmm... what's the treatment, then?"

As answer, Mara reached out into the Force and flicked a row of lights on - not all of them, just enough to light the room in a cosy sort of way.

He blinked irritated, his first impulse to sit up. Obviously he hadn't expected THAT to happen. Mara laid a hand onto his chest and pushed him back, feeling a jolt go through her arm into her body as she touched his hot skin.

"Relax. Stress is not what you need right now."

"Well, YOU flicked the lights on."

"Just out of selfish purposes." She drawled, hopping closer and drinking in his sight carefully, relishing every moment while her eyes travelled over slightly tanned skin.

Casually propping one leg over the other and laying his arms behind his head, Luke shook his head and regarded her with open mirth.

"How comes that every time I'm naked in here you're still wearing something?"

"How comes that you haven't yet taken care of that particular hindrance?" she countered, sliding onto him seductively, while leaning forward and laying her chin on his chest. She felt something twitch beneath her and didn't bother to conceal the grin that assaulted her lips.

"You know, this really isn't fair. I'm sick." He murmured, softly pushing some red-gold locks out of her face and tugging them gently behind her ears.

Mara snorted, her hot breath caressing over his face. Luke let himself sink a little deeper into the bedcovers, his hips sliding deeper, a definite target in mind.

His wife closed her eyes, resting with her cheek against his chest and sighing lazily when his right hand fingered for the buttons of her nightgown.
Inwardly, she really could barely keep from chuckling at how he bravely suppressed all the aches in his muscles and bones that tried their best to prevent him from doing what he seemed determined to do.

When he had half-way unbuttoned her gown and she could feel a certain part of his body pressing at her belly just below her navel, she decided that the play could begin.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Not yet letting himself be irritated, he pushed her body a little lower with measure force, sliding her nightshirt over her skin and head in the process.

"I would have thought that, meanwhile, you would know." He murmured huskily, his index finger trailing from the juncture of her shoulder bones down between her breasts, circling her navel and most definitely sending a very vivid spark of fire through her whole being.

For just a very little moment, she was tempted to skip the play she had planned and just take him right now, but in the end, she didn't really want to take the fun from herself. What was more, she really didn't want to make him think that all he needed to do to make up for stupid mistakes was lying around naked in front of her. No need to make his ego grow to the size of a certain Corellian's she knew.

"You can.... You can not seriously think that I'd let you do THAT in your condition, my love." Trying her best to not betray her lust by too much of a quiver in her voice, she caught his hand before he had a chance to expand his ministrations to her lower body parts, effectively startling him.

Puzzled azure eyes rested on her face.

"You're all stiff." She added, jade-green eyes glinting with amusement.

Luke perched an eyebrow, his breathing a little more laboured than it was mere moments ago: "And there I thought that was the whole purpose of the exercise."

The ex-Emperor's Hand chuckled once again, then sat up, still teasing his member with the beckoning warmth of her womanhood.

"Well, just for one little muscle." She explained, letting her hand move down straight from his belly button to lower regions, tickling, caressing and wandering along the line of his manhood.

He groaned, gazing at her from below, his eyes dark with desire and something she identified as his usual "I can play, too" sort of look.

"Little?" he repeated, giving his voice a mock-indignant quality.

Mara bit her lower lip in feigned thought: "Well, in comparison to..."

Giving a determined, forceful push with his hips, he made her loose her balance and crash onto his chest, loosing no time to embrace her and press her firmly at himself.

"In comparison to what?" he inquired, the rumble of his voice reverberating in her head, adding definitely to the dangerous tone he obviously wanted to create.

"To certain other muscles on your body, of course. What did YOU think?" she whispered, spreading soft kisses onto his chest and basking in the heat his skin emanated.

"I'm not sure I'm thinking at all at the moment. Let's stop this playing around." The banter all but forgotten, she felt him cup her buttocks with his hand, his mouth searching for her earlobe and starting to nibble and bite softly as it found what it had sought.

For just a moment, she gave in to that, pressing herself even closer at him, as if she wanted to merge into him completely, then abruptly, she pushed herself up, slid off him and sat on the mattress next to her husband.

The expression of complete bafflement and something that was pretty close to exasperation was a sight she swore herself never to forget.

"Mara!"

Trying to ignore his extremely arousing appearance, she let one of her arms fall off the bed and grope under it for something she had stored there earlier on, while he had still been in the bathroom.

"I TOLD you I wouldn't let you do THAT, didn't I?"

An extremely sexy pout on his face, Luke sat up, his hair standing in all directions, and glowered at her. "Is this still some weird sort of punishment for yesterday? If yes, then I really think you're exaggerating."

His wife laughed gaily, still searching for whatever she had put under their bed. "Imagine how you will feel tomorrow if you put your body through that, dearest."

Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he gave her a very enticing possibility to admire his biceps and muscled chest while he continued shooting her disgruntled, accusatory looks. "So it IS a punishment. The least I care about is how I'll feel tomorrow. I much more care for how I feel right at this moment. Stop playing with me, yes?"

Huge, green eyes blinked at him, her expression of innocence all too perfect: "Me? Playing with you? Whatever gave you that idea?"

For a long moment - in which she finally got hold of what she had sought all the time - Luke simply regarded her, his eyes thoughtful, then he smiled. A gracious, cute, very nice every-day smile.

Mara stopped in mid-movement, mustering him suspiciously.

"What?" she inquired.

"Oh, nothing. You just could have said that the massage comes first."

The female Jedi Master gaped at him for the smallest moment before she could get a hold on her features again. "The massage....." she stopped and scowled at him, grumpily smacking him onto the shoulder with her right foot.
"You're no fun, Skywalker."

"You seriously think I let you tease me? I've put up with enough for this whole sensor dish thing, don't you think? And you promised me a massage."

Now it was Mara's turn to cross her arms in front of her chest: "I never promised you anything, Jedi. And now that you have spoiled my fun -" At that, he let out a genuinely amused laugh, "- I see absolutely no reason to actually accommodate you on top of that." She finished with a haughty dignity no one could do better than her.

It was nothing but an almost hidden glint in her wonderful eyes that showed Luke that she indeed planned on doing what she had promised.

"Proposed." She corrected him aloud, determined.

"Call it as you like. I don't care as long as you do it." He stated, coming a little closer to her, his skin a rich gold-brown colour in the light of the few ignited lamps. Seeing him sitting there in front of her in all his naked glory, Mara decided that she indeed had played enough for this evening.

If she didn't stop now, Skywalker would perhaps even still find a way to make her really angry. He had a knack to find exactly the wrong words to say to her in certain circumstances.

"Just for the record, this is but an action of mercy. I don't beat those that are already down." She stated casually.

Luke grinned, throwing himself forward and snuggling his head into her lap. Drinking in her scent and not the least minding that the soft, black curls of her treasure tickled his nose, he intoned in an overly dramatic, muffled voice: "Yes, have mercy with unworthy, undeserving me."

Giggling despite herself, Mara softly slapped his shoulders: "You're impossible, Luke."

He turned onto his back, looking up at her and smiling, once again, this wonderful, boyish smile. "I know." He blinked lazily, his eyes never leaving hers. "Are we done with all this to and fro now, Mara?"

She tenderly stroked his cheek, bending low and kissing his forehead. "You're hurting, hmm?"

Luke shrugged, turning his head a little to kiss her left thigh: "I think that's normal for a cold, isn't it?"

Mara nodded: "Indeed. And to make up for your suffering and my evil, evil play..."

He snickered, his whole presence in the Force projecting his delight about the mix of annoyance and lust he felt coming from her. In her mind, the ex-Emperor's Hand shook her head, wondering why she NEVER managed to torture him to the bitter end... he swayed her determination ever and ever again.

"... I will now grant you the PROPOSED massage."

Another snicker from him, that swiftly changed to a pleased, throaty groan as she laid her thumbs at his temples and began to draw slow, forceful, yet careful circles.

"That feels good." He murmured, allowing the pleasant feelings to spread through his whole body. The headache - that had worked itself to his attention once again as Mara had made it clear that the cure HE had had in mind was no option - slowly subsided.

"It will become even better." Mara proceeded to lay both her index fingers at the base of his nose, kneading it softly in perfect synchronisation with the movements of her thumbs.

His only comment was another deep, comfortable grown as he visibly relaxed, his arms next to his body. Even his perfectly shaped joy and pride seemed to have overcome the effect of her earlier seductive ministrations. Wouldn't be long, though, until it would wake again, she smirked, unbeknownst to her husband whom she felt sliding deeper into a doze.

For a couple of minutes, she continued, enjoying herself immensely. All this gave her a wonderful possibility to regard him, memorize every single speck on his skin and on his body. His face had always held a special fascination for her.
She remembered the holos she had first seen him on. Provided by Palpatine, they had been manipulated after having been taken. Now she could see that, but back then.... Back then, she had taken them for the truth. Now, after knowing him for long, and loving him with all her heart and soul, she knew that what she had seen on those holos would never be possible for him.

His full lips never held this straight line of arrogance and contempt. The blue of his eyes never had this cold expression, that seized people and dismissed them as unimportant soon after - back when Palpatine had 'introduced' her to Luke Skywalker, she had firmly thought HIM to be a murderer, cold-blooded, self-centred, uncompassionate.

Now, she could see that the man she had served had indeed been the one whom these traits had belonged to.

With his relatively high cheekbones, the beautifully cut nose, his big eyes, the haughty expression and the pale, clear skin, he had looked like an angel of death when she had been told to kill him.

Upon coming to know him, Mara had recognised that he was, indeed, an angel, but not of death. He was pure, he was giving feelings unconditional, help unconditional. He listened to his heart and cold-blooded... no one who knew him would entitle him thus.

When she thought that the biggest part of his headache had to be taken care of now, she carefully lifted his head and put it onto the mattress, moving to his side.

"Hey, why you stopping?" he complained softly, sounding half-asleep, not bothering to move.

"Just shortly, my love." She whispered into his ear, then gently turned him onto his stomach. He huffed his surprise, but let her have her way, too tired and too comfortable to object, even if he had wanted to.

Mara let her hands knead the muscles of his shoulder, feeling her own breathing rhythm quicken while touching the hot flesh and feeling the strength beneath her hands. His spine was a perfectly shaped line in between beautifully shape, not too toned muscles.

Expertly, she found the spots that had to pain him, putting the weight of her slight body into her movements and relieving him from the numerous aches that were plaguing him already all day.

She felt him get more awake by the second, the sensuous movements setting his nerves afire. Though his eyes were half-lidded, Mara had the feeling that he was watching her.

*~~

Just moments before, Luke had thought that this had to be the most pleasant way of falling asleep he knew of. He hadn't known that Mara was gifted in this kind of thing, but the tender, yet strong, movements on his temples and the base of his nose had done a lot of things to him.

Relieving him bit by bit of the pain that throbbed behind his forehead, they had lulled him into a more than just a little bit comfortable doze. Hadn't his wife decided to turn him onto his stomach, he would most probably have fallen asleep within the next minutes.

At first, he had thought he'd let just that happen after her turning him around, but when her apt hands had started to detect the centres of pain in his shoulders and vanquishing them in feelings of pure bliss, he had not been able to stay in this half-conscious state of a doze.

Turning his head to the side, he let his eyes half-closed to fend off the offending lights and glimpsed at his wife, tracking every movement of her beautiful body.

He congratulated himself on the fact that he had rid her of her nightgown and thus now could admire all the wonderful curves she sported. From her strikingly beautiful face to her perfect, ample breasts, her flat belly with the most enticing, cutest belly button he had ever see to.... To the most treasured folds that lay a little bit beneath all that.

Alone the mere thought of those made him wish to once again cradle his head into her lap and smell her, taste her, but he had the feeling Mara wouldn't let him move out of his current position anytime soon. So he contented himself with simply watching her and enjoying what she did to him.

The complete relaxation like in his previous doze didn't return to him, though. For that, she caused to many wonderful feelings in him. Every touch of her fingers was accompanied by a fire that slowly spread through all his body and he felt his breathing become more agitated. The need to take her into his arms grew stronger and - not knowing what she had in mind and what not - he was not sure whether to let it build up or quench it.

Every decision was taken from him by his body when suddenly - and quite unexpectedly - her magic fingers trailed his buttons and his inner thighs with feather-light caresses.

*~~

Mara smiled when Luke jolted beneath her, a muffled, throaty groan escaping him. Firm muscles twitched beneath her as she let her hands wander over his perfectly shaped behind and shudders went through the male body when she continued down the warm, strong thighs of her husband.

Resting a hand on the inside of his knees, feeling a very noticeable quiver, she once again turned him, this time onto his back, and was greeted by two brilliant eyes that were once again darkening with desire.

With all due care, she laid her hands onto the his chest, starting to apply carefully measured pressure and move into circles, passing over nipples that hardened instantly and causing his breath to come more raggedly.
Now grinning broadly herself, she made sure to get every outline of his well-muscled, smooth chest and took her time before she travelled lower, caressing his flat stomach and smacking soft kisses onto every single spot of his skin she could get a hold of in her current position.

A quick check showed her that indeed his manhood had woken from its state of sleep, showing all too clearly that relaxation was the last thing sought at the very moment. He arched under her touch, his hands groping for her and finally finding her shoulder.

The sensation of her creamy, silky skin right beneath his fingers, together with the outline of delicate shoulders seemed to drive him even closer to the edge.
Panting heavily, he tugged at her to join him. "Mara... this... is certainly the most interesting... massage I've ever got."

His wife didn't comment, instead licking and kissing his stomach, his navel, and straddling one of his legs by sitting down on it.

"Mara, please.... Come here..."

Still not answering him, she sat up a little and regarded the most aroused man in front of her. Gods, he was so beautiful.
Meanwhile, she could see him quivering and his whole soul in the Force begged her to come into his arms and join him finally. But this was not as she had planned it today.

"I love you." She whispered, letting her index finger slowly and softly slide over his throbbing member, making him gasp sharply.

"Then the saying is right." He said, finally stopping trying to draw her closer to himself and accepting the way she wanted to do it.

"What saying?" she inquired, taking his shaft into her hand in what seemed to be almost unbearable slow motion to him.

"That love is torture." Luke answered, his voice strained. For a moment, it seemed as if his body was frozen, his eyes pressed close.

"When did I ever torture you?"

His only reply was another trust of his hips and Mara took the clue, starting to rub his joy and pride, first slowly, then quicker and stronger.

As oversensitive as the whole procedure had made him, Luke didn't need all too long to reach the peak. Unable to even pronounce her name meanwhile, his pull didn't leave her any choice this time.
Crashing her mouth onto his, she embraced his sweaty body and pressed him close, clinging to him while he came, crying out her name.

For a very long time, he didn't say a word and Mara let him calm down readily. Listening to his rapidly racing heart as it became steadier with every second, feeling the shivers of bliss rack his body was enough for her at that very moment.

Luke's fairly incoherent, but definitely very enticing mental suggestions about paying back the favour she dismissed with warm thoughts of love and an amused suggestion of pushing that one to another time, when he was cured and not likely to suddenly get a sneezing attack in a - for her - most uncomfortable situation.

The mere imagination of that left Luke in a laughing fit that delayed his recovery from the love making a little. Finally, he had gathered enough air to actually talk.

"Icky thought." He commented, cupping her check and stroking her lips with his thumb. "That was.... unbelievable, Mara. Never had a better cure in my life."

She smiled broadly, rubbing closer to him as he turned onto his side and spooned her against him. "Just remember how it works so you can cure ME when I need it." She spoke against his lips.

"You can be sure that I WON'T forget THAT." He winked at her, his eyes, though, already drifting closed slowly.
Admittedly, Mara was tired, too. Luke didn't have to know that particular detail, but while she had indeed had fun with Leia while going shopping and having a cup of caffeine in the shopping mile, she had - after that - run from one end of Coruscant's East District to the other to find this special bed covers that could keep warmth that effectively.

For another few minutes, she stayed arm in arm with him. Only when his breath came regularly and deeply, she snuggled out of his embrace with all due care and covered him with the blanket before she joined him once again.

*~~

Mara blinked, irritated, and tried to find out what had woken her. After several seconds of disorientation induced by suddenly waking from deep sleep, she identified the annoying buzz that permeated the air as the sound of their communication unit.

Swearing under her breath, she wrapped herself into the blanket and robbed to the head and side of the bed where the comm unit was built into Luke's nightstand.
While she made sure Luke didn't wake - thought it was improbably, judging by the fact that he didn't even budge when she left his side - she glanced at the iridescent wall chronometer that sat over the door to the bathroom.

3 AM. Stars, who dared calling at this kind of time?

She felt her mouth fall open when the face of her sister-in-law appeared on the screen, long hair tousled and unruly, shoulders bare. As Mara was, Leia seemed to be wrapped in a blanket, but the ex-Emperor's Hand thought it wise not to make any snide remark about that one.

"Leia!" she exclaimed, hushing herself in the middle of the word. "Why are you calling that time?"

The former Princess of Alderaan seemed embarrassed for a moment, but then caught herself and smiled softly: "It is just that.... Mara, I think we should cancel the second part of our scheme for Han and Luke."

The red-haired beauty stared on in surprise for a moment. "The second part of.... Oh, THAT you mean." It was unbelievable, but over the curse of the evening, Mara had completely forgotten about the little lesson she and her friend had planned to teach their respective husband's the other day. It had been borne from a very good mood after having shopped for some new, spiffy clothes and was thus fit to be entitled insane and definitely mean.

Not even wanting to find the smug grin that started to spread on her face, Mara perched an eyebrow: "Why, all of a sudden?"

Leia blushed deeply red and quickly glanced over her shoulder into - as Mara suspected - her bedroom.

"Well... I just think... I'm not a vindictive person and Han is feeling bad enough, so...."

Luke chose that moment to awake at the end of the bed, making quite some noise as he got up onto his hands and knees. Mara couldn't help to regard him fondly as he crawled up to her with closed eyes and crashed down next to her, already asleep before he hit the mattress.

She didn't know how long she had regarded him when it registered in her mind that he was lying there completely nude. Veering around, it was now Mara's turn to blush as she found Leia gaping at her brother who couldn't have cared less about what was going on.

Thanking the Force that he at least laid on his stomach, Mara hurriedly covered him with the blanket. When she looked at the comm unit's holo display again, Leia's gaping had changed into a smug grin - every bit as smug as Mara's had been only seconds before.

"I take it that you don't particularly care about our punishment anymore either." The Chief-of-State slowly said, her voice hushed so as to not wake her brother, now that he lay closer to the unit. She wouldn't have needed to worry. Luke's youthful face was smooth and his mouth slightly open, as always when he slept deeply.

The ex-Emperor's Hand chuckled: "Well.... You can't be angry with Luke for that long a time, you know. And I think his aches and... uh... his nausea are punishment enough."

"Sure." Leia nodded, her eyes twinkling.

"Uh... is that it? I'm kind of tired."

The former Princess snickered: "Is it so hard to care for someone who aches so much that he can't move properly?"

Mara's eyes narrowed, but mirth was obvious in her expression: "Indeed it is. Bye, Leia."

"Bye, Mara."

*~~

Leia shook her head, shutting off the communication unit. Thank the Force that it had been as good as completely dark in Mara and Luke's bedroom. She really didn't particularly care to see more of him as the usual amount of naked skin you saw in a bacta-tank.

Humming softly to herself, she went over to her bedroom. Han awaited her, propped up on an elbow and his trademark lopsided grin on his lips: "Have you taken care of your.... Little, pressing problem?" he queried, robbing to the side to make room for her.

Leia disposed of the blanket and snuggled back into bed: "Yes."

*~~

Mara had lain back down and was about to fall asleep again when a soft murmur next to her caught her attention.

"If the lights had been on, I'd have killed you. And Leia, too. And be grateful that I ignore the rest I've heard."

The former assassin giggled into the darkness, not objecting to the arm that dragged her closer to the warm, firm body of her husband.

~FINIS~