THE BOOK OF LOVE part 2


Author: Lia
E-mail: vreader40@yahoo.com
Rating: M
Warnings: Slash, Han/Luke pairing.
Timeline: shortly after ROTJ
Summary: Luke wants to have a special night with Han, with the help of QuiGon Jinn, Yoda and... Threepio?
Disclaimer: Luke, Han and the whole Star Wars Universe belongs to George Lucas. Pity.
Feedback: Yes, I'll be glad and infinetely grateful if you write.

 

Chapter Two

 

"Okay Threepio, now what?"

"I am sorry sir, but I am afraid my legs do not have flexibility enough to follow the next instruction."

"Oh... It's alright, let's skip that. What do we have to do next?"

They were embraced in an awkward position, Threepio trying to move his head so he could read the bookt without breaking
Luke's leg. Fortunately, Jedi training made the boy nimble as an acrobat, and after a few adjustments the droid managed to bring the book to his range of vision.

"It says... the Jedi should levitate and slowly spin."

"Right, here we go."

Luke closed his eyes for a moment and concentrated. Levitating was as easy as piloting a landspeeder for him, but
spinning at a controlled speed needed a little more attention.

"Master Luke? Master Luke this is too high... if we fall it may cause considerable damage to..."

"Shut up, Threepio."

"Yes, sir."

They started spinning. At first Luke felt nothing, but as he imagined Han instead of the cold, unyielding droid body
tightly embraced to him... and with the legs in the right position... and the spinning motion making their bodies rub against
each other in the most sensitive parts...

"Master Luke, are you alright?"

"Huh?"

"Your body temperature is rising and... uh... there is a part of you body that is... er... swelling..."

"Wrong movement, it is." the voice came from inside the holopic.

Blue eyes widened in surprise.

"Master Yoda???"

Luke panicked and lost concentration. He and Threepio started to spin madly in the middle of the living room.
Inside the human body holopic the ghostly shape of the diminutive Jedi Master shook his head and sighed in
exhasperation.


"Maybe he got bored and went out for a walk." Lando suggested as Leia pressed the intercom button for the third time.
She had the keycode – Luke had given her soon after he and Han moved – but felt uncomfortable to use it. It felt like invading
their privacy.

"He's in there, I can sense it. He turned the doorbell off..." the diminutive woman frowned. "Something's wrong."

Lando was about to talk again when a methalic, high-pitched cry made him froze.

"Oh, no, we will fall! Master LUUUUKE!"

Before he could react a very alarmed Leia punched the keycode. The door didn't open – it was locked in maximum security level – but the intercom camera was activated allowing her to see what was happening in the apartment.

"What..."

In the middle of the living room Luke and Threepio were lying on the floor, holding each other in an odd position. The
young Jedi was looking intently and talking to a Wookie-size holopic of a human male body. As the sound was off, Leia couldn't hear what he was saying. Lando took a peek from behind her.

"What..." Lando blinked as he noticed the infamous book the young Jedi had bought from Aleen in the droid's hand. Then
he understood. And started laughing. Even the deadly menacing look Leia threw at him couldn't make him stop. "Sorry, sweetheart..." he tried to control himself and ended up laughing even more.


Leia swallowed her fourth drink as Lando kept watching her in growing awe. That woman was certainly immune to alcohol – any human being would be flat on the floor after two Wungharri Hurricanes. She wasn't even blushing.
They had left Luke's apartment building and went straight to the nearest bar. It was something they had taken to do as the problems and pressures of running a New Republic had proven to be worse than fight an evil Empire: whenever one of them felt too stressed, they would go somewhere, have some drinks, dance and have fun before going to bed. This time Leia was not in the mood neither for dancing nor for having fun, though.

"You know something that I don't." Leia put her empty glass on the table and raised an eyebrow intently. "Spit. What's with Luke and Threepio?"

"What?"

"Crap, Lando, I saw the way they were holding each other! We tried that position once, remember?"

"Do you think your brother has some kind of kinky fettish on droids?"

"He was hugging Threepio! He had his... you know... on him, the way you did to me that night..." her voice faltered as
she felt something twist inside her. Oh, for the Goddess sake, this is not the time to get aroused! But memories of that night with Lando kept coming to her mind as she talked. She was already sweating in a mix of excitation and embarrassment. And it didn't help that Lando was laughing his head off.

"Oh, Leia, my love..." he managed to say after a while. "You don't understand. That was all because of Han. That problem with the Hiding Time..."

"Yeah, I know. I bet Luke's so desperate that he turned to Threepio for comfort..." she gave an irritated snort. "A droid! My poor brother definitely needs help..."

Still assaulted by bursts of uncontrollable laughter the former Baron Administrator of Bespin gave up trying to explain
what really was going on with Luke. It was better to wait until she calmed down.
After all, he knew his lover. She wouldn't do anything rash.

 

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