Title: Do you Believe in Ghosts?

Author: Leiasky

Pairing: Q/F

Summary: Blue ghostie story and smut.

Series: Yes. Other stories include: 'Punishment', 'Solstice Surprise', 'Christmas on Coruscant', 'Unexpected Visitor', 'Undercover', 'Dreams become Nightmares', 'A Father's Gift'.

If you've not read these, they can be found on my page:

http://www.oocities.org/Area51/Shadowlands/6462/tpmfanfiction.html

You lay in bed unable to sleep. Dried tears mar solitary trails down your pale cheeks and you've made no move to wipe them away. Your daughter is tucked safely in bed, away from the memories and the dangers that plague your life. You've finally told her, even if just a bit, about her father. About the man whom you had come to love with every fiber of your being even if your time together was fleeting. He'd been gone for years, yet every day you look into your child's eyes, it's as if he is staring back at you.

Speaking about him has opened wounds thought healed and memories long since buried. You'd gone on with your work after he'd been killed on a mission thought to be one of relative ease. You'd buried yourself in your work and into the fact that you'd soon have a small child to care for.

You sigh and rub at your tired eyes. Now you were fleeing Coruscant, one of the only homes you have ever known. The government was not to be trusted. You'd known for a long time, had seen it coming, but no one would believe you.

Now the Jedi were being exterminated seemingly without reason and with them, their supporters. You had been a long-standing acquaintance and associate of the Jedi, making you a target for the horrors they were now inflicting on the galaxy.

You draw the thick blanket to your shoulders, feeling a sudden chill sweep over you at the thought. The galaxy plunged into darkness because of the demise of the Jedi. As if the wars hadn't been enough, now the Chancellor was out to get them.

"He will not succeed," A voice from behind you assures and you roll over, eyes wide with shock.

He stands there, calm and serene, like you'd pictured him so many times since he'd left you. A faint blue outline surrounds his form, and you know that if you wanted to touch him, you could not.

"He already has," You whisper and a cool breeze ruffles your long hair.

He steps closer to the bed and you sit up, the blanket all but forgotten in light of his visit.

"For now."

Tears fill your eyes and you blink them away. So many questions, so many sleepless and angry nights wondering why he'd been taken from you.

"It's taken many years for me to do this, love. I've not been permitted to visit you before now."

You reach a hesitant hand toward his shimmering form until you encounter the blue outline of his robe. The air warms beneath your palm and a tingling sensation begins to spread up your arm. A solitary tear slips down your cheek and he reaches down to brush it away.

The tingling spreads to your face and you close your eyes, imagining his hand cupping your cheek, his callused thumb wiping away the tear.

"Oh for one more day," You whisper, exhaling a deep breath.

"We've been granted that day, love."

Your eyes snap open and you stare into the transparent pools that make up his burning gaze. "What?"

"I've saved and stored the energy this takes, to be here. To see you, for one more night." His voice is low and barely discernable over the creaking of the old ship.

"What good does it do when I cannot touch you?" You ask, your voice barely audible.

He bends over and you feel the bed give under the weight of his arms. You see the comforter sink into the bed, as if there was a living, tangible form pressing against it.

"Our…"

"Shhh," A shimmering finger is pressed to your lips, silencing the words.

"Tonight is for us. I will see her, have no fear."

His lips are so close that you think you can actually feel his breath hot against your cheek. It's not real and you close your eyes against the tears that threaten to spill from your lightly closed lids.

"We will make it real." He whispers, reading your mind. "Do you trust me?"

"Always."

"Then feel, don't think."

You breath deeply as you feel his lips brush your neck. The tingling sensation is still there, but has been joined by the soft skin and bone that is now a tangible reality beneath your fingertips. His mouth opens and you feel the roughness of his tongue as it licks at the sensitive join between where your neck and shoulder meet.

Your shaking hands find his long mane and bury themselves in the silky mass. You tug at his hair, grounding yourself in this seemingly unreal fantasy.

"It is real. Believe me." He whispers into your ear and you shiver. His breath is hot and his body even hotter.

He continues to suckle at your neck, biting gently, marking you, making you his once more.

You tug at his hair and shift beneath him. You need the contact, you need to feel him, to be sure this fantasy has indeed turned into a reality.

"Oh gods," You breathe, "Kiss me, please. Just kiss me." You pull his hair almost painfully, until you can see his gaze level with yours.

He bites gently at your lips, pressing quick kisses across the skin, before his mouth envelops yours and takes your breath away. His arms slide beneath your shoulders and pull you into his chest. His strong embrace surrounds you, consoles you. His mouth covers yours, swallowing your breathless moans.

You cling to him as if he is a lifeline, wrapping a leg around his bended knee. His groans send shivers down your spine and when his hands lift your nightclothes, you tremble violently.

"Shh. Shh love." He whispers, slanting his lips across your cheeks, licking the salty tears that cling to your eyes.

"This isn't- this can't be," You choke back the whimpers as his lips cover yours once more.

"Trust in the Force, love. It is real." He leans back and stares into your tear-filled gaze once more.

Your hands search for his tunics, gripping them tightly, unwilling to let him go.

His hands cup your cheeks, his thumbs brushing across your lips with a feather-light touch. You open your mouth, ready when his head descends and envelops your lips within his.

You slide your hands beneath the part in his tunic, feeling the heated flesh beneath your fingertips, the hard skin stretched taught over well-defined muscles.

He allows you to unfasten the belt holding the tunics together and you toss it aside. With his lips still fastened to yours, you part the tunics and slide them off his shoulders.

Your hands are pale next to the bronzed glowing skin and for a moment your mind disconnects from his and there is no one beside you, atop you, kissing you.

You blink, and he is there again, his skin burning beneath your touch.

His hands divest you of your sleepwear and you shiver when his chest presses into your cool breasts. Your nipples are painfully hard without him even having touched them. Your legs part like they had so many times for him in the past. He fits there. His body, his mind, everything about him fits within you and you cry out from the overwhelming euphoric feeling.

You grind your hips against his clothed groin, feeling the hardness there waiting to be released.

It had been so long, so long since you'd felt that wonderful cock spread and fill you. You'd taken lovers in the last ten years, mostly to satisfy your lust to be touched, and in more recent cases, to survive during these troubled times. No one could compare to him, you'd never looked.

"I need you please." You beg and mean it, probably for the first time since you were last with him.

"We must make it last. This will be our last chance," He breathes into your lips.

"Please," You whimper.

He leans back and allows your fingers to expertly unfasten clothing you had become intimately familiar with over the years you had spent with him.

Without sliding the pants down his hips, you reach between the parted V and cup his heavy erection.

You chuckle as his eyes flutter closed and you slide your fist up the thickening length, seeing the swelling head appear between the folds of fabric.

"Free it please, love." He breathes and you help him slide the material down his hips.

"I want to taste you." You whisper, and you feel him tremble at your words.

He rolls onto his back, drawing you with him, atop him.

You worship every inch of his glorious body, licking, biting and sucking your way down to his groin. You cup him in one hand while you tighten your fist around the pulsing shaft. You stroke him a few times before replacing your hand with something infinitely hotter and wetter.

His hips arch into your mouth as its wetness envelopes his throbbing shaft. He drives his cock down the back of your throat with each thrust and you swallow as much as you are able.

His hands come down onto the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. He pushes your head down onto his cock, forcing you to take him deeper. You relax your throat muscles and oblige, reveling in the sweet musky scent of him, the salty tang of the pre-cum that passes across your tongue.

You feel his muscles tighten and you quickly straddle him. "I need you inside me. I need to feel you."

"Yes," His eyes lock with yours as you position yourself over his waiting member. He holds the shaft as you sink onto his hips.

He groans, low and deep, his chest rumbling with the effort. You flatten your hands across the broad expanse of his chest, feeling, memorizing the distinctive guttural emotions coming from his lips.

You throw your head back as he fills you, stretches you. You are in control now, he will be buried as deeply as possible in this position. When your hips finally come to a halt, you sit motionless atop him, reveling in the feelings of completeness this position provides.

His hands wrap around your waist, a bit fuller than the last time he saw you due to the birth of your daughter.

"Gods you are so beautiful. You-"

You bend and cover his lips with your mouth, swallowing his groans. "I love you." You mutter into his mouth as his lips immediately swallow yours. You explore the sweetness of his mouth for several minutes before you feel his cock tremble within you. You need to move.

His cries muffle yours as you ride him. You quicken and slow the pace more times than you can count, until his fingers slide between your joined bodies and begin to caress your pulsing bundle.

His cock buried deep within you and his fingers manipulating your sensitive flesh are enough to drive you to a powerful climax. You shudder above him and finally collapse into his arms.

He showers soft kisses over your cheeks and eyelids as you rest in his arms. Before too long you stare into his eyes and wrap your arms around his neck. "Take me. Take me hard."

He rolls you over so that you are facing one another, your head lying on a faintly glowing arm. He twists a strand of your long hair around his finger, and bends down to press his lips to your cheek.

You reach into his mane and grasp his hair, pulling his lips more firmly against you. You want him to touch you. You want to feel him love you, fill you, reach his release within you.

"All in good time, my love." He nuzzles against your neck.

"Time is something we have very little of," You whisper, drawing a deep breath of his hair, sighing at its fresh smell, his skin, freshly washed and smelling of the musk you'd long associated with his body.

"Time is but something with which we govern our lives. Forget it. Tonight time does not exist. Tonight, " He presses a gentle kiss to your parted lips. "Tonight is for us."

Your grip tightens in his hair as your lips hungrily attach to one another. His kisses are long and deep, slow. You savor his breath against your lips, the spicy scent you associate with his very being.

He rolls you onto your back and presses you into the mattress. Your legs fall open, admitting him easily. This is where he belongs, in your arms, holding you, entering you, filling you.

He feathers kisses over your eyelids, your cheeks, your lips. The touch is strange coming from him, romantic. Your lives were spent with one or the other of you playing the dominant and you preferred it that way. But tonight he was different, loving, caring, simply different.

You sigh as he presses his length into you, spearing you slowly. You lift your hips, hurrying his entry, but he slows and pulls away.

Your answering whimper brings a smile to his well-cut lips. "Time, my love. We have all the time in the galaxy."

Slowly he sinks into you and you wrap your legs around still well-muscled hips. He fills you completely, mind, body and soul. No other could take his place. Even over the ten years he has been gone, you'd found no other that compared. Your heart simply would not let him go.

You meet each stroke as he begins to move and you tighten your legs around his backside. Your heals dig into the plump flesh when his thrusts become more urgent.

He wraps his hands around your cheeks, kissing you slowly, his tongue battling with yours to see who would come out the victor. You don't care this time. You only want him to lie in your arms forever.

You kiss for what seams like an eternity, before he stretches above you and the slow, deliberate thrusts become more urgent. The slow motion builds slowly, until you arch sharply against him, urging him faster, deeper, harder. But he is in control, he rides you slowly, savoring every thrust, every rolling motion, every glorious inch as the friction drives you nearly to the edge.

When he bends down, his eyes are full of sadness, wonder and….love. His lips brush against yours as his hips thrust deeply, one, two, three times. Your body and the bed shake with the strength, but you tangle your hands in his hair, pulling his lips to yours.

He bends again, changing the angle, to kiss you. Long, deep, breath taking is this kiss, one you will remember for the rest of your days.

When he whispers into your ear, endearments you thought you'd never again hear from his lips, a small tear slips down your cheek.

"I love you," You whisper, your voice cracking.

"I know," his breath is hot against your cheek, the slight rumble in his chest sending shivers of many kinds racing down your spine.

His pace increases tenfold until you are wincing in pain from the force of his thrusts. He is grunting with every stroke now and you can feel him near. You meet each thrust with trepidation , knowing that with each penetration, his time with you draws closer to an end.

"Never fear, my love. I will always be with you," He grunts into your ear as you feel his body begin to shake.

You wrap your arms around his torso, clutching him tightly. You close your eyes, against the pain, against the anguish, against the tears that have welled behind your lids. Your hands grasp his hair, tugging it in desperation. He's driven you to the edge with his slow loving, and you desperately want to come in his arms.

This desire is two-fold dagger, you realize, and you cry out. The bed shakes. His growls are constant now, his chest rumbling against your cheek. You know when your body gives way to his demands, it will be over and he will be gone.

"Come for me, love." He whispers, lips brushing across your closed eyelids.

"I. I, please, Qui." You mutter, unable to voice the words.

"Yes," He growls and your body trembles. "Let me feel you, please."

Hard. Soft. That glorious friction as he fills you. Your body contracts around him and you scream. Your back arches sharply and you clutch him tightly to your chest.

His mouth covers yours, swallowing your cry, taking it as if he would breath from your lips.

You mind is blank, filled only with the remnants of your climax and the beginnings of his.

He chants your name in a language you could only guess to be native. You feel his muscles tighten and his back stiffen. The steel rod within you trembles and then bursts, coating your insides with its warmth.

He collapses atop you and you barely notice the weight. You clutch him tightly to your breast. Maybe with this contact you can ground him to this plane, this existence.

But that is not to be.

But you can already feel him slipping away.

As his body softens and slips out of you, a sudden chill passes over the room. You shiver, clutching the damp skin tighter to you.

"Love."

You shake your head, unwilling to hear his words. Unwilling to hear him say he must go.

"I'll never see you again. I won't let you go now."
He tilts your head and you feel callused thumbs brush against your closed eyelids. Your eyes open slowly, tears escaping from the corners.

"Our time at an end - for now." He whispers.

You whimper and he bends to kiss your cheek, your eyelids, your lips. "Give her my love. Hug her for me. Keep her safe. Please."

You shudder as sobs begin to wrack your body. The tingling sensation has returned, maybe it was always there and you ceased to notice, and you feel him slipping away.

"Never doubt that I love you." He says, but the voice sounds far away even though his body is still lying firmly atop you.

"I know." You whisper and lean up to capture his lips in a deep kiss.

He closes your eyes with his fingers and deepens the kiss. "Remember me like this. In your arms, spent."

Your lace your fingers through his hair and sigh deeply, drawing a shuddering breath through his lips. "I will remember you always." You whisper with a sob.

His weight disappears from your body and you tighten your already closed eyelids. You arms, once wrapped around his lean, hard body, are now empty as his solid form releases itself into the force.

An insistent knocking brings you out of your self-induced despair and you slide from beneath the warm covers. You reach for a robe and tighten it around your naked form. "I'm coming," you call and press the panel.

The door slides open and the child stares up at you with bright blue eyes. You see her fathers smile reflected in them and embrace her wordlessly, filling the ache from your missing lover with the body of his daughter.

THE END