Master

by TheRealMaraJade
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Summary: This fic happens at the end of VotF, when Mara and Luke are
returning from Nirauan. (Yeah, I know it's an over-used topic in M/L
fics, but... Oh, well) It was written in order to explain that sneak-
peak we got at "Destiny's Way" and make it less corny than it
sounded. Or at least I hope so.

Disclaimer: I don't own Luke (I wish) or Mara. Lucasfilm does. This
was written inspired by GL, TZ and others work, and I'm not making
any money from this. I just did it for the fun. Please, don't sue.
Thanks Maara for betaing this for me in such short notice! :)

Rating: NC-17. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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Luke shut down his communication with Leia after telling her the good
news about the Caamas document, and turned to Mara, grinning. "Once
again, the galaxy was saved."

Mara snorted. "Sometimes you sound like a kid who just finished one
of his Holo Games."

Luke looked at Mara for a moment before answering. She was seated on
the pilot chair of the Nirauan ship they had borrowed, her jumpsuit
still wet from their travel on the underground river. Her hair had
darkened-red wet strands intermingled with bright red-gold dry ones,
framing her face. She was beautiful.

"I will show you the kid," Luke said, getting up from his co-pilot's
chair and reaching out to Mara's hand.

He pulled her up to him, encircled her slim waist with his arms, and
kissed her, this time gently, savoring her strawberry sweet lips, and
not as desperately as the first kiss they had shared after escaping
certain death.

When they parted, Mara's cheeks were tinted a bit pink. On her eyes
Luke could see her deep love for him; he wondered how he had never
seen it before. And he also saw how tired she was, sleep clearly
evident on her eyes and barely opened eyelids.

"Come, we need to get some sleep." And they both directed themselves
towards the ship's cabin, Luke holding Mara to his side by her waist.

***

Hours later, Luke awoke with Mara's head resting on his chest, her
red-gold hair sprayed on his neck. When they had gone to the cabin,
both were too tired to do anything but change into some dry clothes
Luke had managed to find and creep up to the only bed in the cabin.

He still couldn't believe that Mara had accepted his marriage
proposal. Heck, he still had trouble believing he had gathered up the
courage to ask her in the first place! Not that he regretted it,
quite on the contrary.

Mara turned on her sleep, her back towards Luke, leaving the covers
behind. He reached a hand around her to wrap the covers around her
once more, and next thing he knew, she was straddling him, one of her
hands holding his atop his head and the other hand on his throat.

"Mar-a," Luke choked.

Mara's brain finally became fully awake. She had been trained for so
many years to become a deadly assassin that her instincts worked
faster than her brain, and when her Jedi senses had warned her about
a hand reaching out for her, her instinct warriors kicked in and she
had jumped on her assailant.

Only to find out it was, in fact, her husband-to-be, Luke Skywalker.

Mara released her grip on Luke's throat and took hold of his hands
with both of hers.

"What is this for, Mara?" Luke was still surprised by her actions.

"I guess it's just my old instincts kicking in." Mara said, in a
smirk.

"Okay...Can you release me now?" Luke asked, unsure.

"If that's what you wish, Master," Mara said, in a husky
voice, a wicked smile on her face. She readjusted her legs on each
side of Luke, but didn't release him.

"What did you call me?" Luke choked out in a hoarse voice. Mara was
no longer straddling his abdomen. Her thighs were on each side of
his, pressing on him. Her face was closer to his, and his eyes were
beginning to match her darkened and lust-filled ones.

"`Master'. After all, I'm just a Jedi apprentice. YOU are the
Jedi Master."

Luke felt his body respond immediately to the sensual way the
word `Master' sounded coming from Mara's mouth. He suddenly felt an
animal and uncontrollable desire for Mara, and his Force-induced calm
slipped. The Jedi Master captured Mara's lips with his, biting on her
full lower lip and then suckling on it. He plunged his tongue into
her mouth, wanting to deepen their contact as humanly possible and
perhaps a bit more, barely leaving her space to breath.

An almost guttural moan escaped Mara's lips, but she didn't release
her hold on Luke's hands. She lifter her face a bit, leaving Luke
struggling to capture her lips again unsuccessfully, a wicked grin on
her face.

She lowered her head to whisper in his left ear. "Do you still want
me to release you, Master?" She licked and nibbled his ear
lobe.

Luke snapped. He released his arms from her grasp and turned her over
on her back, pinning Mara under him. "I will show you the Jedi
Master," and he kissed her once again, while removing her robe
hastily.

Mara didn't waste anytime. She reached down to the straps tying
Luke's robes and unknotted them. Soon, heated flesh met, their bodies
only separated by their underwear.

Luke used the Force to open up her bra's clasp; his hands were too
busy removing her panties. When he ended their passionate kiss to
admire her full naked body, Mara scolded him, "I thought you had come
to the decision to NOT trivialize the For - " she never finished her
sentence. Luke had lowered his head to her center, first brushing her
heated and moistened womanhood with his lips, and then exploring it
with his tongue. Mara felt a bittersweet pang coursing through her
entire body, making her incapable of finishing a coherent thought or
sentence.

Luke moved up her body, kissing and licking his way up. When he
reached her breasts, he started sucking and squeezing them
alternately. By this time, Mara had regained her ability to think,
and was running her fingers through his hair, while encircling his
waist with her legs.

When Luke was satisfied with his explorations, he lifted his head to
look at Mara's darkened eyes. Mara grabbed him by his neck and pulled
him down for a passionate kiss, while her other hand worked its way
down Luke's chest, feeling his well-toned muscles moving beneath it
and memorizing every scar she met along the way.

When she reached her target and held onto it, Luke gasped into her
mouth, breaking their kiss. "Who is the Master now?" she
asked, as she started squeezing Luke's hardened shaft.

Luke was breathless for a moment. When he regained as much of his
composure as he could under the circumstances, he got hold of Mara's
arms and pinned them up behind her head, like she had done with him
moments before. He grinned at her and, when his lips descended upon
hers, he entered her in one swift stroke, causing her to moan into
his mouth.

They started rocking against each other and soon Mara was clenching
her muscles around him, and rotating her hips accordingly to his
strokes. Luke had one hand entangled in her hair and the other under
one of her knees, elevating her leg to open her up to him more.

They quickened their paces, seeking their release, and they went over
the edge together, their names escaping each other's lips in ecstasy.

Luke let his head fall onto Mara's shoulder; both were breathing
heavily. Mara brushed a few strands of sweat-soaked hair from her
face and started caressing Luke's hair with her left hand. Their
bodies started cooling down after their joining.

Luke raised his face, a boy-ish smile on his face, his eyes sparkling
as only na? farmboy's eyes could. "I love you, Mara."

Mara kissed Luke's forehead and whispered, "I love you,
too...Master Skywalker," she added in jest.

Luke bent down and kissed her. It was too good to be true.

***

The End