DREAMER part 10
Author:
Lia
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Rating: NC-17 or M
Timeline: shortly after ROTJ
Disclaimer: Luke, Han and the whole Star Wars Universe belongs to George Lucas.
Pity.
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It took some time until
Han realized he was in a bed. Small, strong hands were grabbing his shoulders.
“Han!”
Concerned blue eyes were staring at him.
Luke.
Green pale, hair and clothes disheveled, trembling, but alive and apparently,
not hurt. The Corellian sighed in relief.
“Gods... I thought...” unable to find words, he flung his arms around
the younger man's waist and pulled him to a tight embrace. “You'll be the
death of me, kid!”
Luke closed his eyes and relaxed in his friend's arms. After all that had happened
he was exhausted and still had to use all the little energy remaining in his
body to help Han into Julian's house and into the bedroom where he'd been held
prisoner – he would rather go back to the safe house but it was too late
and they would never make it before dark, not in the state both of them were.
“Luke?”
“Hmmm?”
“You OK?”
“Yep. You?”
“I'm Ok. Where are we?”
“His place. Don't worry. He's gone.”
Han tipped the kid's face up.
“Did that... thing hurt you?”
“No. He wanted to, but didn't have the heart to do it.” Luke raised
a hand to touch a bruise in the other man's forehead. “I'm sorry for that...”
“Why? He did it, not you.” Han grabbed the boy's hand and kissed it.
I love you.
Feelings change.
Don't wanna hurt you the way I hurt Leia.
You don't know what it is to be so utterly alone in the Universe.
I love you.
“Han?”
“Yeah?”
Luke rested his head on Han's chest. His voice was small and unsteady when he
spoke.
“Can I sleep with you tonight? Just this once? I... I love you, but if
you don't feel the same for me it's... it's alright and mmmmm...”
A hot, wet and hungry kiss interrupted the young Jedi, who suddenly found himself
under the Corellian.
“Han, you... oh!” blue eyes widened in surprise as the kid felt something
hard and hot poking at his thigh. He smiled then, and flung his arms around
the older man's neck, pulling him close.
In a matter of minutes, clothes fell on the floor. A chilly night breeze blew
through the broken door making the bedroom temperature drop down several degrees.
Luke felt nothing, though. He'd never felt so warm and safe in his whole life.
Han felt nothing, either. He was too overwhelmed by the turmoil of contradicting
emotions that filled his soul.
Feelings change.
Yes. And they can change for the better.
You are the only one for me in this whole Galaxy.
He stared at Luke. The kid's face was flushed now, blue eyes half-closed, gleaming
with unshed tears, a shaky smile curving his lips. So trusting. So alive.
Forever.
“I – love – you.” and Han punctuated each word with a kiss.