Okay, guys, here's mine BP Spin-off. I hadn't planned on making this
NC-17, but someone on this list talked me into it. I won't mention
any names! :-)) Anyway, that makes my story a bit different than
the ones already listed here, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.










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This story was written in response to a challenge issued by Angela
Jade to the Mara_and_Luke email group.

Disclaimers: The following characters belong to George Lucas and
Timothy Zahn. I have no claim to them whatsoever and this story was
not written to make profit in any way.

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: Balance Point by Kathy Tyers


'Junior'

A Moment in the Pregnancy of Mara Jade Skywalker

By JadesHand


Mara flopped over, groaning softly, the nagging little pain in her
lower pain not easing at all even after several Force-induced pain
suppression techniques. Sleep had been coming more and more
difficult in the past few weeks as she had gotten heavier and heavier
with the baby. But at least there had been no sign of a reoccurrence
of her disease. Other than the awkwardness and sheer discomfit of
pregnancy, she had felt great.

She sighed, staring up at the ceiling in their big bedroom, trying to
find something to occupy her mind. She had watched the stream of
traffic outside the huge transparisteel window until she realized
that she had seen the same speeder bus do its route twice.

Luke moved a little beside her and she froze, not wanting to wake
him, but it was too late. He eased over to her and slid his arm
along her waist, or at least tried, but her stomach had gotten so
large in the last two months that his arm wasn't long enough to reach
all the way around her.

"Mara? What's wrong?" he whispered, nuzzling against her shoulder.

"Nothing," she whispered back. "Just having a little trouble going to
sleep."

She felt him smile against her shoulder. "Are you having cravings
again? Want me to go get you something?"

Mara chuckled. "Oh, are you eager to get up, dress and go down to the
market for Dewback-flavor cream sauce?"

Luke grimaced, the very thought making his stomach flinch. "Sure," he
swallowed, "whatever you want."

With a certain amount of effort, Mara turned on her side to face
him. "Have I told you lately you're a very nice man?"

He smiled and kissed her on her nose. "I'm sure you have...in your
own way."

"I love you, Luke," Mara whispered and then kissed him gently on the
mouth.

Luke startled her by deepening the kiss, hungrily pushing his tongue
into her mouth and pulling her closer. Mara blinked in surprise, but
then opened her mouth wider, allowing him more access. They spent an
enjoyable few minutes just kissing each other eagerly. There hadn't
been much of that between them in the past few months, first with all
the nausea Mara experienced and now in the past few weeks, she had
shot up like a balloon, her stomach a huge, rounded bulge standing
between her and the rest of the galaxy.

"Mmmmm...nice," Mara murmured, licking Luke's bottom lip. He caught
her tongue again and pulled it into his mouth, sucking on it gently.
He groaned softly, and his hands began to wander restlessly about her
thighs.

Mara pulled back for a moment and squinted at him in the darkness of
the bedroom. "Luke?" she questioned.

He sighed and pressed his face into her throat. "I'm sorry, Mara."
He pushed out a breath, warming her throat. He rolled over on his
back. "I guess I've just been missing you."

Mara grinned. "Me or sex?"

Luke looked at her. "Sex with you is the only kind I want. So if
you aren't..." his voice trailed off.

Mara's smile widened. "Poor little Farmboy." Then she grew
serious. "I'm sorry, Luke. I just thought you wouldn't want me with
the way I am now."

Luke's blue eyes widened in surprise. "Mara," he began patiently, "I
would still want to make love to you if you were as big as an X-wing."

Mara laughed aloud. "Sounds sorta kinky to me, Farmboy."

Luke shot her a look and she grinned wickedly. "Besides," she
said. "I probably couldn't even get in an X-wing right now!"

"Mara!" Luke groaned in exasperation.

She leaned over and kissed him on his cheek. "I know, Farmboy, I'm
just teasing." She propped herself up on an elbow, the pain in her
lower back forgotten. "So, do you want to get on with this love-
making business or not?"

It was Luke's turn to blink in surprise. "You mean...?"

Mara nodded her head slowly. "Of course, I do. You don't think
you're going to get my motor running and then just turn over and go
back to sleep, do you?" She narrowed her eyes at him, even though
they were dancing with laughter. "If you do, you had better do some
rethinking, Jedi!"

A huge grin split Luke's face and he pushed her over on her back,
eagerly covering her mouth with his. But when he tried to move over
on top of her, he ran into a problem. It was like trying to balance
on a bowling ball.

Mara started giggling and then burst into laughter. "I don't think
that's going to work this time, Luke. And 'Junior' might have some
objections to being squashed flat like that!"

Luke frowned and rolled off her. "You're not making this any easier,
you know," he griped.

"Oh, but Mara, I would make love to you if you were as big as an X-
wing," she mocked.

Luke jumped out of bed, giving Mara pause. Had she made him
angry? "Luke! I was only joking!"

He ran around the bed to her side and sat down next to her. "There
are more ways than one to skin a mynock," he whispered, pulling her
onto his lap.

His hand slipped around to the back of her head and she opened her
mouth to say something. "No," he whispered gently. "No more talking,
woman." He covered her open mouth with his. He kissed her with all
the pent-up longing he had been feeling for weeks now. He knew he
was being silly, but Mara had been so caught up in her pregnancy and
preparations for the birth, that at times he'd felt she didn't even
know he was around.

"Mara," he whispered, groaning into her mouth, his hands frantically
roaming over her, cupping her breasts in her thin sleeping shift and
then sliding along her sides. He buried his face in her throat,
inching her shift out of the way as he traveled down her breastbone.

Mara drew in a shuddering breath, surprised at Luke's urgency. They
had been married over seven years and their lovemaking had become a
slow and gentle affair, as if they savored every moment they shared
together.

But this was different, this reminded her of their first year of
marriage when many times they had all but torn their clothes off of
one another in their eagerness to make love.

Luke's tongue licked the soft skin on the top of her breast and Mara
arched against him. Stars, she thought, squirming in his lap.
Something round and long rolled under her thigh and she gasped,
startled that he was that hard already.

She felt as if her body suddenly dissolved, everything pooling at her
breasts and the valley between her legs.

She buried her face against his hair, breathing hoarsely. "Luke,"
she began, not having the least idea what she was going to say.

His hand slipped under her shift and then into her
underpants. "Here," he whispered. "You don't need these anymore."
Sliding her a little forward in his lap, he slipped the panties down
her legs and then tossed them in the corner of the bedroom. Another
quick movement drew the sleeping shift over her head and then it
joined her underpants on the floor.

Luke paused, his blue eyes traveling hotly over her nude form. They
flashed up at her and Mara swallowed abruptly. Sith, she thought,
mesmerized. Who was this stranger in her bed?

He grinned slowly, seductively, and then gently sat her off his lap.
He stood quickly and then deliberately, with infinite slowness,
removed his sleeping pants, sliding them inch-by-inch down his narrow
hips.

Mara's mouth fell open, her eyes devouring him. Oh boy, she thought,
her hand reaching out to him.

Luke's smile widened and he caught her hand before she could touch
him. He sat down beside her on the bed again and took her other
hand, pulling her around to face him. He held her arms out from her
body.

He slowly looked her over, all of her, lingering in certain
places. "Your breasts are larger, fuller," he told her softly. "I
bet they taste sweeter, too."

Mara's nipples went as hard as duracrete, and he hadn't even touched
her. He smiled gently. He brought one of her hands to his mouth and
pressed his tongue to the palm, wetting it. He licked up the edge of
her thumb and took it in his mouth, sucking gently.

Mara let out a ragged breath. "Luke," she groaned, but he shook his
head. "Shhh..." he whispered, pressing a finger against her
mouth. "Don't talk."

He moved closer, loosely sliding his arms about her waist. Then with
infinite slowness, he pressed his mouth to hers.

He's driving me insane, she thought, trying to deepen the kiss. He
wouldn't let her, kissing her sweetly, playing slowly with her lips.
Finally, she relaxed. Oh, for the love of..., she thought and began
to kiss him in the same way. Softly, gently, their open mouths
pressed lightly against one another as their tongues licked and
explored. Mara slid a hand up his chest, tangling her fingers in the
soft hair she found there.

Suddenly, Luke's hands tightened on her waist and his lips left hers,
traveling over her chin, down her throat and onto her chest. She
cried out when his mouth fastened on a nipple, pulling it tightly
into his mouth. His hand left her waist and pressed in the center of
her back, forcing her snug against him. He licked and sucked until
he had her writhing crazily against him.

"Luke!" she pleaded. "Please!"

He reached out to her with the Force and it exploded around them,
like fireworks in a darkened sky.

He was shaking when he pulled her onto his lap again, this time
positioning her facing away from him. Gently, he slipped his hands
under her thighs and pulled them apart.

Suddenly, he paused and Mara looked quickly over her shoulder at
him. She blinked, the calm, deliberate seducer had disappeared and
her serious, earnest farmboy was back. "Mara," he whispered
worriedly. "I didn't think...I mean, it won't hurt the bab..."

"No," she told him quickly, squirming against him. "Cilghal said
everything would be fine as long as I was comfortable."

"But," he started again.

"Skywalker," she warned.

He grinned then and leaned back, pushing her a little away and up
from him. She got the idea immediately and reached down between
them, grasping him and guiding him into her.

They both groaned as their bodies made connection and Luke pulled her
tightly against him, thrusting up with his hips at the same time. He
slid high into her and they stopped abruptly, gasping for air.

Mara leaned her head back on his shoulder and he buried his face in
her neck.

"Oh gods, Luke," Mara whispered.

He mumbled that he loved her, but it wasn't said very coherently as
he nibbled at the soft skin under her chin.

He leaned back, lifting her with his legs and turned them both onto
their sides. He drew his hips away slightly and then pushed slowly
into her again. She arched her back, pressing her backside in
against him.

They fell into a gentle, familiar rhythm, the Force burgeoning around
them and heightening their emotions. Time passed in a haze, and the
bedroom was filled with gasps and groans until with a cry Mara
convulsed against him, causing him to thrust quickly, deeply into her
with a hoarse cry of his own.

For awhile, they lay against each other weakly, trying to catch their
breaths. Luke pressed his sweaty face into her back. "I hope we
didn't disturb Junior too much," he whispered, pressing a kiss onto
her shoulder blade.

"Too bad if we did," Mara said, easing away from Luke and gasping
sharply when he slid from her. She turned over a bit awkwardly to
face him. "He may have to get used to it."

She ran a finger down his nose and he caught it in his mouth. "My
husband is a very talented man," she told him, smiling gently.

He sucked a moment longer on her finger and then leaned over and
kissed her, hard, on the mouth.

"I have a very inspiring wife," he murmured, laying back and pulling
her over to him.

He wrapped the blanket around them both and they fell into a deep,
satisfied sleep.