Author: Zigs

Rating: NC-17

Feedback: I'll cry if I don't get any

Disclaimer: I don't own the place or the man, they belong to George, and any other SW allusions mesa don't own either, I just manipulate them to my will, hehehehehe Summary: smut, plain and simple <g>

Pairing: Luke/F (ABH format)

Dedication: to my big fellow Luke lover - Jade

Notes: This piece is very close to me...I remember to this day the first time I saw ESB when I was eleven, and I remember seeing the end and feeling for Luke so much that I cried, and have done so every time I watch that movie to this day....He's the reason I originally saw all the trilogy, he's the reason I became obsessed with the Jedi lore and Star Wars in general...I now have a million different reason why I love it, of course, and do fancy other Jedi, but it all comes back to him....my eleven-year-old heart at the time couldn't fathom a more perfect man, and to this day I still can't...it's evolved from a crush into something very deep and true...and I have to admit that I love him, always have and always will....this is a fantasy of mine I've had for years...a moment of my feelings for him that I've kept in my imagination for nearly a decade, and finally decided to put it down on paper...I can only hope I do him justice and can touch with words how special he is to me....

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Alive...it's so alive here, among the trees, and the grass, and the sky, even though it's hard to see it through the branches. It's as if the Force hums around you, through you, binding you to this area, but also pushing you faster, until you're no longer running but fairly gliding across the ground. You dart around trees, avoiding them by millimeters, jump over logs only an instant before you'd otherwise trip over them...your senses are acute and ready and at their fullest, yet your giddiness almost overthrows your connection to the Force that you love so much. You fight the urge to keep looking behind you, to pause and reach out to the surrounding area...you don't have time, you know what would happen if you do, and you're not going to give him the satisfaction of getting you that easily.

You laugh quietly as you think of your game with him,one that you both love to engage in, always trying to take the other by surprise...and by the look on your face, this time you suceeded. You want to stop and listen for his breath, for his quick footsteps, but you know that you'd never hear them; he's as silent as an Alderaanian tiger when he wants to be, and just as stealthy, too.

A pressing at the edge of your consciousness warns you to duck a split second before it happens, and you laugh in your full voice as he drops from the tree branch overhead, missing you and landing in the soft Endorian foliage. Not waiting to see his reaction, though you can feel his frustration and own amusement through the Force, you keep running, though now you can hear him only paces behind you. You circle round the huge trunks of the trees, straining to keep your gaze straight ahead, stumbling slighlty as the Force starts to slip from your grasp. Silently you curse yourself for not keeping your mind on your mission of keeping your beloved on his toes. Thankfully you're fast, even without the full effects of the Force, and manage to use what little connection you have left to jump straight up, clasping a thick tree branch just long enough to watch your lover run right underneath you, then pause, completely confused as he slowly turns to try and track you. You let yourself drop and laugh loudly, making him whirl and give you that patented Look that he saves for when his Artoo unit talks back to him before you take off to his side at full speed, your laughter fading as your breathing hardens. You know it won't be too long before your efforts are thwarted now, but maybe you can still give him a run for his money....

You pause a millisecond as you come to a mossy pileof boulders, and quickly decide not to pursue up them before turning to your right. You shriek in surprise as a body comes launching at you, knocking you to the soft grass of the forest floor. The shock of his counter attack still leaves your body thrumming from slight terror and surprise, and you try to catch your breath, your gasps not quite drowning out his amused laughter as he props himself on his elbows above you and stares directly into your eyes. "Why you little..." you gasp, trying to regulate your breathing and rev up your indignation simultaneously. "You little...you...." Your words fade down to chuckles that soon rise into outright laughter, you cannot keep a straight face when he starts laughing, you have to join in with his melodic voice. "All right, fine...I guess you won this time....but only barely," you add, and your heart nearly flips and you feel your insides twitch when he gives you that incredible grin of his, his dimples becoming visible and nearly as intoxicating as his bright, blue-eyed gaze.

"If you say so," he chuckles warmly, hands gently cupping your cheeks as he lazily traces your face with a finger before tapping you on the nose. "But I still got you in the end, and that has to count for something," he says dryly, plucking blades of grass from your hair.

"Sure, it counts for the fact that you know how to cheat," you mutter, then shriek as his hands swiftly move to your sides and middle, forcing your laughter from your throat. "STOP IT!!!!" you gasp, writhing underneath him, arms flailing, trying to yank at a lock of his hair or swat at a piece of his body. He chuckles at your reaction, and just about when you're going to get really violent if he doesn't cut it out, he stops, and one hand slowly drops to your belly, caressing gently under your shirt in soft circles, the other cupping your jaw, fingers brushing over your cheek softly. His eyes show silent, playful laughter, and he doesn't even have to apologize...he knows as long as he sticks within limits, anything he does is all right...

You sigh deeply and feign an exhasperated look. "All riiiiight...you aren't a cheater then...I guess you really aren't that bad...for a farmboy," you add, grinning wickedly as he makes a face.

"You /know/ I hate that...." he grumbles. "It's almost as bad as Wormie," he adds and you nod, raising up just slightly so you can kiss him on the tip of his nose. Many things he is...a competent Jedi, one of the most caring, trustworthy, compassionate men you've ever met, not to mention his playfulness and scorching sensuality....no, he is definitely /not/ a farmboy anymore, and you have a hard time believing he ever was, given the man you know now. You doubt that most people see the side of him you get to though...he has a way of only showing pieces of himself to those that aren't exceedingly close or meaningful to him. In a way, you feel extremely blessed. You glance at him coyly and giggle.

"Well, if I'm irritating you, you could aaaalways go back and have fun with Mara...I'm suuure she'd be willing to make you feel better," you laugh, the end of your sentence dissolving into outright laughter at his face.

"You really are trying to get on my bad side today, aren't you?" he mutters, rolling his eyes. "She tried to kill me, somehow I don't think that makes for a firm relationship..."

"Oh, but all the pilots round here think you two would make the cutest couple," you giggle, trying to picture him with the smuggler and not succeeding at all.

"No, thanks, I'll take what I've got, if it's just the same to you," he says wryly, that beautiful smile creeping on the edges of his lips again. "And that brings me to the question of what I should do with you now..." he says smoothly, his face lowering until his forehead is resting on yours.

"I know what I'd like for you to do," you breathe, tilting your chin up so your lips just barely brush against his, sending the faintest shock through both of you at the soft touch. You smile against his mouth and breathe deeply, revelling in his scent mixed with the scent of the forest around you. Heavenly...absolutely heavenly....Your eyes flutter closed as his hands start to trail light paths of fire over your bare arms, guiding them over your head before dragging lightly down to your middle. A soft, breathy sigh escapes your lips as his mouth presses against yours. His lips are so soft for someone who's known for his prowess in battle, his tongue so warm and delicious for someone who claims not to be an eloquent speaker. That tongue is on your bottom lip, slipping behind it to run against your teeth before his lips move to nibble at your upper lip, coaxing your mouth to open to his hungry lips and tongue. Warm velvet in your mouth, warm hands sliding down your front, those callused fingers brushing over your soft middle at a gentle, rhymic pace. Your own hands are soon buried in that brownish-blond mass of hair, fingers carding through that softness that you know so well. So focused on that soft hair are you that you start when the fabric of your top is slid up over your skin, up over your head, and your raised arms, Luke's mouth only leaving yours briefly when the cloth passes over your face. Feeling bold, you coax his tongue into your mouth, and then slyly begin to suck on his tongue, your lips showing him what you could do to a much more sensitive piece of his anatomy. He moans softly, his palms stretching against your skin before his hands reach around and unhook your bra, working it out from between you two before tossing it somewhere in the underbrush nearby.

You almost complain about that, but decide it's surely not that important when his hands begin palming your breasts, his fingers just lightly grazing over and around your nipples. "Luke," you gasp, your voice not even a whisper as he releases your lips and attaches his lips to the side of your neck, kissing so softly that you shiver, then nibbling and sucking down the cord of your throat until his rough tongue can lap at the hollow there.

"You taste so good," he murmurs against you, and the roughness in his voice that not many people get to hear spurs your own hands to find the bottom of the tank top he runs in and roughly pull it off his body, whimpering at the golden, beautiful chest, how the line of his sides becomes leaner as it turns into his hips...you glance around you and smile at the sight of his arms...so muscular, so wonderful when they hold you close, very close....

Of course, his hands are nice too, a fact that doesn't escape you when they move to your thighs, spreading your legs so he can lay his hips and legs in between them, his torso resting over yours gently as he lowers his head to your breasts. "Oh, Force..." you hiss as he sucks softly, and again you thank whoever decided he should have those full, luscious lips. He smiles against you, and your mind starts to fog over as his tongue darts out, tasting the light sheen of sweat that mixes with your skin, his hands becoming a little more frantic as they undo the closure of your pants, tugging them off swiftly along with your panties. You tremble as he presses you deeper into the soft grass....it tickles up and down your spine as his fingers run over your thighs, circle your knees, making you twitch slightly...he knows your sensitive spots all too well.

Your eyes fly open and you gasp loudly as one of his fingers runs up and down your opening, his piercing blue eyes directly on yours now, as he watches your face to see your pleasure. Smiling softly, he speeds up his movements, another finger parting your folds so he can circle your clit. "Luuuuke..." you whine, and his soft laughter trails down your middle along with his kisses. His fingertips dart inside you, feeling your wetness and his face contorts briefly with pleasure before disappearing from your view. You cry out loudly as his tongue swipes the length of your mound once before his fingers continue, then again, and again, pausing to lap against your clit, spearing you momentarily before running against you over and over...You arch against the ground, hands grasping at his head and at random blades of grass, tearing them from their roots.

"That's it," he encourages you. "Come for me...show me what I do to you...." he fairly growls, the commanding tone that those underhim know well mixing with his passion and care that only you know. You scream, not caring what wildlife you frighten as you orgasm, pushing your hips up into him as he keeps rubbing at you, keeps mouthing you until you nearly sob with the intensity of it all.

You don't know when exactly you recover, how long it takes you to breathe again, but somehow you've ended up on top of him, your mouth sealed to his, your hands rubbing those hard, masculine shoulders as you straddle his waist. His hands glide over your sides, down your thighs, and up again and you purr softly against him. You pull away, pushing your hair out of your eyes as you look down at him, and briefly wonder how you were so lucky. He stares up at you, eyes filled with desire and wonder, of all things...his gaze studies you, no, worships you, and you cannot fight the soft smile those eyes encourage.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, his palm pressing against your cheek as your fingertips trace his jaw.

"So are you, Luke...so are you," you breathe before bending over him, your mouth softly worshipping all of the secret spots that no other woman knows about...right under his ear...just below where his shoulder and neck meet...the center of his chest, right under his ribs...Your hands diligently work his pants from him so you can tease the crease where his thigh and pelvis meet.

"Force..." he hisses, arching up towards you, his eyes shutting briefly. Smiling, you allow your hands to massage his thighs like they've done so many times before as you run your mouth over his length, slowly teasing him with your tongue as your fingers move to stroke him. "Don't want to wait....can't wait.....inside you," he gasps, and in an instant he is over you again, his mouth slanted over yours as his organ slowly presses into your wetness. You both breathe deeply, pull back and look at each other, communing onlythrough the eyes and pelvic regions before you both loose complete control.

You pay no attention to anything but his wet, hot mouth that moves from your lips to your breast to your throat and everywhere in between....Of course, your hands are busy mapping out his wonderful behind, squeezing his cheeks until he moans softly against you. His hips begin to rock slowly, encouraging you to do the same, and he begins the blissful torment, circling his hips against you before pulling back and pressing in again, and again, and again....Those arms are on either side of you, caging you in, keeping you close and protecting you from everything, you're certain. That chest, those hips press against you, rub erotically against the length of your body, and you both shiver as the breeze turns the sweat on your skin to cool chills. Those eyes...blue and yet not blue....something truer than blue, they have to be...Hair, so soft, more brown than blond now, golden skin, dimples that make you shiver, everything that when put together makes the most wonderful man you've ever known. Your body clenches suddenly, heat enfolding you, just like his arms, and he cries out as he orgasms, as well, both of you caught up and entwined in the other, and for a few moments, you are one, and not two.

You lay on his chest afterwards, after you both spent yourselves, after his warmth filled you and his member softened inside you....The grass brushes over you, the wind caresses both your bodies, and you two stare at each other, totally captivated by the other's eyes. No words are ever needed at these times...words are for those who need them to share...both of you are fully adept now at saying "I love you" with your eyes, and you can see your sentiment returned tenfold in those glimmering orbs of blue and yet more-than- blue...His hands wander down your back, where they belong during these times, and your palms lay flat against his shoulders, fingertips drumming against his skin softly as you listen to the birds, to the wind, and to the wildlife that won't get too close to you at this point. It's as if you spread out and become a part of the planet, and sink down into him, becoming a part of your lover, as if you both meld into the other and echo back on everything around you.

You smile slowly at him, and he returns the gesture,showing you those dimples that always make your smile grow. You both know you'll go back later, you've established such a silent language between you now that there's never a reason to talk after times like these. Instead, you look at him, and he at you, letting the other fill your senses, in this blissful moment that is the essence of the love you both possess for the other.

End