A Tangled Web
By JadesHand
Disclaimer:
The major characters belong to George “the King” Lucas and Timothy Zahn. I’m only borrowing them for a little
while. I’m not making a dime out of
this, only having some fun and sharing it with a few friends.
Time:
A few months after The Last Command, by Timothy Zahn, Chief of
State among the Star Wars professional writers.
Summary: Mara Jade is asked once again
to help Luke Skywalker, but this time the situation is very different from the
usual mission.
I
dedicated this story to two close friends who aided and abetted me in
this. For Ki
G. and Michele W. Gracias, pals.
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Han Solo
yawned, ran his fingers through his thick, dark brown hair, and leaned back in
the comfortable rocking chair. It was
late and he knew he should return to bed, but the lightning and its subsequent
thunder were keeping him up. He, Leia
and the twins had arrived on Yavin IV the evening before to pay a short visit
to his brother-in-law, Jedi Knight, Luke Skywalker. Then they would be heading
on to the resort for a week, where they would enjoy their first real vacation
since he and Leia had been married. The
galaxy seemed at peace for the first time in many years. With the death of Grand Admiral Thrawn, the
remnants of the Empire had retreated to lick their wounds. For once, it
appeared that the almost constant bickering among the New Republic contingents
was at a lull.
In fact,
everything seemed to be downright soporific now. Even the uproar of the press over the events at Wayland had died
down. He, Leia and Luke were used to
the mob scenes that could form whenever they ventured out in public. It had been a regular occurrence for them
since the early days of the Rebellion.
But he had
really enjoyed watching Mara Jade try to deal with all the attention. Han chuckled softly. The ex-Emperor’s Hand had spent her life
moving in the shadows, as unobtrusively as possible. But now, she was a major
public figure, a heroine of the galaxy. Her life had changed forever when it
became known that it was she who had killed the evil Jedi clone, Joruus
C’baoth, saving all their lives in the process.
The press had
been relentless and had hounded her every move. Han rocked gently in his chair as he remembered, his small smile
widening. Even he couldn’t believe the
ferocity with which the holo-reporters had gone after her, and indeed Luke,
too. Both were young, single,
attractive people, making them choice pickings for a press whose methods could
only, at the best times, be described as questionable. What it couldn’t prove, it seemed satisfied
to invent.
Even
something as innocent as attending the theater with him and Leia, became a
horrible mistake. They agonized through the subsequent headlines on the evening
holo-news: “Jedi Couple In Love”, and “Luke Skywalker Takes Lover”. Luke and Mara had gotten to the point where
they avoided each other like the plague whenever out in public.
Han laughed
aloud, then quickly smothered it so as not to disturb the other occupant of the
room. He supposed the crowning point
had been when Mara had returned late one evening to her Coruscant apartment,
only to find that a rather resourceful holo-reporter had bribed his way
in. She had found him going through her
personal datacards and rifling through the drawers and closets in her bedroom. Han leaned forward, his hand over his mouth
and his shoulders shaking. He had
decided afterwards that Mara had shown remarkable restraint, at least for her. When the medics had arrived to remove the
guy, he was suffering from only a broken leg, a rupture spleen and a dislocated
jaw. Nothing some time in the bacta
tank wouldn’t cure!
But the
consequences of that particular incident had convinced Mara that Coruscant
wasn’t the place for her, and she had lit out from the planet like a mynock with
its tail feathers on fire. Han supposed
she was off somewhere with Talon Karrde’s Smugglers’ organization. Luke wasn’t long after her, retreating from
Coruscant to Yavin IV and hiding out in the peaceful seclusion of the old
Massassi temple buildings there. For
several years, Luke had spoken of starting an academy and scouring the galaxy
for other potential Jedi. His dream was
to build a school where Jedi could live and train, and hopefully after awhile,
the Jedi would once again be the defenders of peace and justice for the galaxy.
Luke was just beginning to get the school started. In fact, as far as Han knew, the people here with Luke weren’t
even Jedi. They were just employees and potential employees to help Luke run
his new academy.
He glanced
over at the bed as a streak of lightning lit the room, followed by a tremendous
boom of thunder. His wife moved and
then sat up.
“Han?” Leia queried, peering around the darkened
room.
“I’m here,”
he replied softly. “Go back to
sleep. It’s just a storm.”
He wasn’t
surprised when Leia got up from the bed and approached his chair. She knew as well as he did that sleeping
through an electrical storm on Yavin was virtually impossible.
He grinned up
at her and then pulled her onto his lap.
She nestled closer, touched his face with her fingers and then
sighed. “I hope all the noise doesn’t
wake the babies. Sometimes, this place
can be quite depressing.”
Han squeezed
her. “Yeah, it sure seems to rain a lot
here, doesn’t it?”
They sat for
a while longer, watching the steady fall of the rain against the window. Another streak of the planet’s incredible
lightning lit the courtyard area outside their room like the sun at high noon.
Han frowned
and narrowed his eyes. A figure was
leaving the building across from theirs, hurrying through the rain, splashing
water from the puddles as she ran. She
sprinted across the courtyard and into another building that was housing the
new, potential employees who were arriving almost daily to become a part of
Luke’s Jedi Academy workforce.
Leia sat
straight up in his lap. “Did you see
that?”
“Yeah,” Han
muttered, not liking where his thoughts were taking him.
He felt his
wife looking down at him. “That was a
girl.”
Han shrugged,
moving a little in the chair. “She was
definitely female,” he noted, smiling a little. “When a person doesn't have many clothes on and is wet, it’s
rather easy to tell.”
Leia looked
out the window again at the building across the courtyard, the one from which
the woman had fled. “That’s the
communication center. There is only one
person who has rooms in that building...Luke.”
Han
grimaced. He knew where his wife was
headed. “Now, Leia, it’s none of our business,” he warned. He was attempting to
keep Leia calm, although he had to admit that he was surprised at Luke. This wasn’t like him at all. However, Han supposed he could understand
it. Living on an isolated planet such
as Yavin IV,with its depressing climate would probably make a man do a lot of
things he wouldn’t normally do.
“None of our
business?” Leia questioned, getting up
from his lap. “Of course, it’s our
business. Luke can’t be . . . he
wouldn’t . . .” She couldn’t finish the sentence. She was amazed, shocked, and a slow anger was beginning to build
in her.
“Leia,” Han
warned again, taking her arm in his hand.
Leia shook it
off. “I’m going over there.” She headed for the closet and started
pulling out some clothes.
Han got up
from his chair. “Leia, he’s a grown
man, twenty-eight years old, for Hoth’s sake.
If he’s having a little fling, it’s none of our business.” He walked to the wall and pressed one of the
glow panels, creating a soft, delicate light in the room.
His wife
looked up from the bed, where she was putting on her boots. “You can’t be serious,
Han,” she retorted. She yanked hard on
her left boot. “That girl was an
potential employee. She couldn’t be
very old.” She stood up, walked to the
closet and pulled out some rain gear.
She stared hard at Han, her lips pressed in one straight line. “Luke can’t be carrying on with his female
employees, Han. Think of the scandal if
it got out to the press.” She shuddered
at the very thought. “It would be the
end of his academy before it even started.”
She walked to the door of their room and pulled it open. “Besides,” she said, “you know, as well as I
do, that it’s just plain wrong.”
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As Leia
walked down the temple corridor towards Luke’s rooms, she was surprised to see
a light pouring out from under the door.
She had not expected him to be awake.
She hesitated
before the door, dreading the next few moments, but finally squared her
shoulders and sent out a tendril of the Force.
*Luke?*
Behind the
door, Luke whirled around in surprise.
Leia! Leia was outside. What in Kessel was she doing here? And why hadn’t he felt her presence before
now? He rubbed the spreading red spot
on his cheek and grimaced. He supposed
he had been too preoccupied to notice.
He hurried to
the door, slapped the release panel and watched the door ease up. “Leia, what . . . It’s 0300, what are you
doing up at this hour?” He motioned for
her to come in.
She came in
without looking at him. Her gaze swept
around the room as if she were looking for something. Whatever it was, she didn’t seem to find it.
She turned to
look at her brother. “We have to talk,” she said grimly.
At her tone,
Luke sighed heavily and waved for her to take a chair as he moved toward
another one. He sank into it, enjoying
the feel as the chair conformed to his shape.
He looked over at his sister, knowing that whatever she had come to talk
about, it wasn’t going to be an exchange of pleasantries. He sighed again. He had already dealt with his share of angry women for the night.
“What is it,
Leia?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.
Leia started
to speak and then frowned, looking at him closely. “What’s wrong with your cheek?”
A faint
pinkish tint tinged one of his cheeks, contrasting sharply with the fiery red
on the other side of his face. He put his
hand to his face, covering the spot. “Nothing.
There’s nothing wrong.”
Leia’s brown
eyes narrowed and it was obvious she didn’t believe him, but she let the matter
slide. At least, for now.
It was her
turn to squirm in her chair a little.
As he watched the conflicting emotions warring in her face, he was
surprised that she was having some difficulty in starting the conversation.
“Luke,” she
began hesitantly. “I know it is not a
sister’s place to interfere,” she paused, and then finished with a rush, “in
her brother’s love-life, but I really felt that I should speak to you about
this.”
Luke’s
eyebrows disappeared under the sandy-brown locks that fell across his forehead
and he eyed his sister warily. What was
she talking about? And what had brought
it on? Love-life? He snorted silently. He only wished he had one.
He leaned
forward in his chair, closing the distance between them a little. “I don’t understand, Leia,” he said softly.
His sister
looked away from his earnest face for a moment and then said, “Han and I were
awakened by the thunder. We were
sitting in that marvelous rocking chair you gave us when . . . when . . .”
Suddenly Luke
understood and he sat back in his chair again with a flop. “You saw Meika leaving here, didn’t you?” he
asked a bit harshly.
Leia nodded
unhappily.
Luke pushed
the loose hair back from his forehand.
“Leia, it’s not what you think.
I . . . “ he began only to have her cut him off.
“Luke, you
know I wouldn’t believe you had done anything...wrong,
but...”
“You can’t
discredit the evidence of your own eyes,” he finished for her.
Leia looked
down and then peered at him from under her eyelashes. He didn’t seem to be angry, but it was obvious he was trying to
figure out just exactly what to tell her.
She glanced about the room again, noticing for the first time the robe
thrown carelessly across a desk. The
robe was a deep yellow, a color she had never seen her brother wear and one she
knew he would never choose. It had to
belong to...what had he said her name was...Meika?
She sighed
inwardly. Who was this Meika? And what was she to Luke? Did he care for her?
Her brother
cleared his throat and she looked back at him.
“You know, now that I think about this, I’m really glad you’re here,” he
said softly, looking at her a bit quizzically.
“I have been at my wits end on just how to handle this.”
“Handle what,
Luke?” Leia asked.
“I don’t
know,” he started, getting up from his chair and walking over to her. “I don’t know exactly how to tell you or
even explain. It’s been the strangest
thing.”
Leia looked
up at her brother. “Maybe you ought to
just tell me,” she encouraged him.
Luke walked
away from her and stood for a moment with his back to her, then he turned. She was surprised to see that he was having
a hard time trying not to laugh.
She raised a
regal eyebrow. “Luke,” she warned, in
her best princess voice.
“All right,
all right,” he laughed and sank back down in his chair. “I guess there is no easy way to do this,
but I’m going to sound like such a stuck-up, conceited . . .”
“Nerfherder,”
she finished for him succinctly.
He grinned at
her, looking much younger than his twenty-eight years. “Exactly.”
“Leia,” he
started and then seemed to peer off in space for a moment. “Do you remember when we all – you, me, Han,
Mara and the others returned from Wayland?”
“Yes,” Leia
said quietly.
“Do you
remember how the press was, how I could hardly go anywhere without being
mobbed?”
“Yes, it was
difficult for you, and Mara too, for that matter,” Leia nodded.
That seemed
to give Luke pause for a moment. “I
wonder,” he whispered. “I wonder if she's having the same problem.”
Leia
frowned, “What problem, Luke?” she
insisted.
Luke sighed and
looked back at her. “Women, Leia, women everywhere!”
He paused
again and then murmured, “I suppose for her it would have been men,
though. I wish I could talk to
her. Maybe that is why she left
Coruscant in such a hurry.”
Leia was now
totally confused. Women? Someone leaving Coruscant? What in stars was he talking about? “Luke,” she began.
But he waved
her off. “Leia, every since we returned
from Wayland, the women . . . the women won’t leave me alone.” He waved his hand again. “Everywhere I go,
they seemed to be there . . . chasing me, following me.” He looked up at her. “Leia, you should see some of the datacards
I’ve received. Hundreds. . .thousands
of them . . . all wanting to marry me or . . . or sleep with me,” he whispered.
Leia’s eyebrows
lifted.
He didn’t
seem to notice. “And they have even
sent me holovids. And the women in them
. . .they’re . . . they’re naked, Leia.”
He looked up at her, his eyes wide with shock.
Leia looked
down quickly, pressing her lips tightly together. Oh my stars, she thought.
Her dear brother was probably the greatest hero in the history of the
galaxy but sometimes, sometimes he was such an innocent. She took a deep breath, stifling the
laughter that wanted to well out of her.
“Luke, I’m
sorry. I had no idea you were going
through this,” she said.
“Yeah, well .
. . it’s not exactly something you bring up in everyday conversation with your
sister,” Luke said, ruefully.
Leia smiled
gently, but then frowned. “But what
happened tonight, Luke? What was all
that about?”
Luke sighed
heavily. “Unfortunately, I think that’s
even a bigger problem.”
Leia waited,
but he didn’t continue. Finally, she
asked, “This girl, does she mean
something to you?”
Luke turned a
horrified face to her. “No! No, not at
all.” He glanced over at the robe on
the desk. “She is just one of those
I’ve been telling you about.”
“So you sent
her away,” Leia asked.
He nodded
numbly.
“Then you did
the right thing, Luke,” she said comfortingly.
“You shouldn’t worry anymore about it.”
“I wouldn’t,”
he commented, a little bitterly, “if she were anybody but who she is.”
Suddenly,
Leia had a very bad feeling. She
frowned again, trying to remember the name he had told her. “Meika?”
Luke nodded
again. “Yeah, Meika Daiashuut.”
“Daiashuut?” Leia repeated, a feeling of dread washing
over her. “General Daiashuut’s
daughter?”
Luke
confirmed her worst suspicions.
Leia leaned
back in her chair, her eyes closing.
General Dongrono Daiashuut, one of the New Republic’s more capable
military leaders, was a hero of the Battle of Endor. But he was also a very difficult man, demanding and receiving
respect and obedience from just about everyone he can into contact with. Leia had told Han many times that she’d
rather deal with Fey’lya, the argumentative Bothan Senator, than work with
Daiashuut, with his harsh, obstinate and exacting manner.
“Tell me what
happened,” she asked softly, watching Luke.
He shrugged
and got up from his chair again. “She
knocked on the door and I let her in. I
should have never done that, Leia.”
Leia nodded,
but there wasn’t anything they could do about it now.
He took a
deep breath. “Well, she came in and she
had that yellow robe on.” He waved his
hand in the general direction of the desk.
“She started telling me immediately how much she . . . liked . . .eh . .
.loved me,” Luke was having some difficulty relaying this information and
wouldn't even look at Leia. He was
clearly embarrassed by the whole situation.
“What did you
tell her?” Leia asked.
Luke
sighed. “I told her I was very
flattered, but that I didn’t have . . . those sort of feelings for her.”
“That’s
good,” Leia encouraged.
Luke shook
his head in exasperation. “It didn’t make any difference to her. The next thing I knew she took off her robe
and threw it on the desk. Leia, she
didn’t have anything on but . . .”
“I know, I
saw her, remember?” Leia cut him off,
the memory of the girl’s soaking wet lacy nightshift clear in her mind.
Luke nodded
dully. “She threw herself in my arms,
telling me if I would just...,” he squirmed uncomfortably, “just take her to
bed, she would prove how much she loved me.”
Leia rolled
her eyes. Was the girl insane? Obviously, she had been watching too many of
the daytime holodramas. “What happened
then?”
“I pushed her
away and told her nothing like that could ever happened.”
Leia leaned
her head on her hand, watching her brother carefully. “And?”
“She didn’t
believe me,” Luke whispered. “She
grabbed me by the hair, pulled me down and kissed me. . .I mean, really kissed me.”
He paused for
a moment, as if remembering the scene.
“I pushed her away again. . .a bit roughly, I suppose, because she
almost fell. I told her that there
would be none of that and that she needed to return to her room, immediately.”
He looked
over at Leia. “She started crying then,
sobbing that she couldn’t understand why I couldn’t love her when she loved me
so much. That if I would only give her
a chance, she knew I would love her.”
Luke shook
his head sorrowfully. “I didn’t want to
hurt her, Leia. She’s just a kid.
Sixteen years old.”
Leia groaned
audibly and then asked, “So what did
you tell her?”
Luke suddenly
looked very uncomfortable, afraid almost.
Leia frowned at him. “Well?”
He
sighed. “I suppose I was a coward. I told her I couldn’t love her because I was
already in love with someone else.”
“Oh, Luke,”
Leia whispered.
He nodded
sadly. “She immediately jumped on that and
said, ‘You have a girlfriend? Then where is she?’”
Luke looked
uncomfortable again, but he continued, “I told her that she was away on
business. That she was a great fighter,
but very jealous and...that she had a horrible temper, and that if she found
out that she...Meika...had been in my room, then she would probably kill Meika
and me both.”
A puzzled
light appeared in Luke’s eyes. “You
know what she said then?”
Leia shook
her head, a little weakly, knowing what was coming next.
‘She said,
"So the news reports are true.
Mara Jade is your girlfriend.’”
Luke’s eyes
widened. “I couldn’t believe she came
up with that. I never said a word, not
one word, about Mara.”
Leia closed
her eyes in exasperation. Men! They could be the greatest of heroes, but
were incredibly stupid about women. Any
woman with any sense would have recognized that description of Mara from a
galaxy away. “What did you say?”
“I didn’t get
a chance to say anything,” Luke said wonderingly. “She came over to me again, kissed me on the cheek and said that
she was sorry. If she had known for
sure that Mara was my girlfriend, she would never have come to my room.” Luke cleared his throat, rather roughly.
“She said Mara was her hero, and that someday she wanted to be just like her.”
Leia leaned
back in her chair. “And?” she asked.
“She stepped
away from me and then slapped me as hard as she could.” Luke rubbed his cheek in memory. “She said if she found out I was lying to
her that she would make things very difficult for me...that she would tell her
father a completely different story about what happened in this room and that
she would make very sure that the Coruscant press heard all about it. She walked to the door and then looked at me
over her shoulder. She said that Mara
was the only girl she would give me up to, and that I better be telling her the
truth. Then she left.”
“Charming
little thing, isn’t she?” Leia
commented dryly.
Luke
scratched his head and asked, “What do
you think I should do?”
His sister
looked at him pityingly. “I think you
and Mara Jade had better become a couple and very soon.”
The Corellian
YT-2400 landed gracefully onto Yavin IV’s spaceport. Luke ran a hand through his dark blond hair, pushing it back away
from his forehand, and walked towards the small ship. It might look like a classic freighter, but this particular model
was well armed directly from the factory.
And Mara Jade had souped-up the engines and added the most sophisticated
weaponry available for a ship of its size, making it one of the most desired
ships in Talon Karrde’s arsenal. It could more than handle any space battle it
might run into.
The departing
ramp settled to the ground with a slight bump and Luke walked to the bottom of
it, waiting for Mara to descend. He
waited and waited, until it became obvious that she wasn’t coming out of the
ship.
So, she meant
for them to meet inside. Luke walked
slowly up the ramp, wondering just exactly what he was going to say to
her. He sent out a tendril of the
Force, but couldn’t seem to sense her presence anywhere. He knew she had to be somewhere on board,
but he also knew she wasn’t going to be very happy. How Leia had ever persuaded her to come to Yavin in the first
place was beyond him. His sister’s
diplomatic skills consistently left him in awe.
Mara wasn’t
at the top of the ramp, so he headed for the starboard-mounted cockpit, usually
her favorite place on any ship. He
stuck his head through the arch of the doorway and called softly, “Mara?”
Afterwards,
all he could remember was a sudden, sharp pain along his jaw and absolute
surprise that the deck of the cockpit seemed to be rushing towards him before
everything went completely dark.
When he
awakened, the coolness of the deck floor was a comfort against the stinging
pain in his jaw. He rolled over onto
his back and sat up carefully. A thousand Ewoks were celebrating with forest
drums in his head. He closed his eyes
and sought the comfort of the Force, drawing away some of the pain. In a moment, he felt much better and opened
his eyes.
Black combat
boots stood in a spread stance before him.
His eyes traveled up a pair of shapely legs, a trim and fit torso, and
then to a face, startlingly beautiful and surrounded by a cloud of red-gold
hair, a tight braid hanging across one shoulder. Glittering green eyes were narrowed to tiny slits.
“Hello,
Mara. Nice way to greet a guy,” Luke
told her, rubbing his jaw; grateful to realize it wasn’t broken or
dislocated. At least he had made out better
than the holo-reporter in her apartment.
The braid
flounced over to her back. “I should
have killed you when I had the chance,” she snarled.
Luke pulled
himself from the floor, found one of the cockpit chairs not far behind him, and
dropped himself in it. “Yeah, well, I
thought you just tried.”
“There is no
try, only do or do not, remember?” Mara
quoted one of his favorite Yoda sayings.
Luke
grinned. She had him there. “You must be getting pretty good at
shielding. I didn’t feel you at all when
I came on the ship,” he pointed out.
Mara took
another of the chairs, the farthest away from him, he noted.
“I didn’t
want you to know where I was.”
“And that was
an excellent right hook. You’ll have to teach it to me sometimes,” he continued
ruefully, rubbing his jaw again.
“You know you
deserved it.” Mara watched him
carefully, then shook her head. “Just
how did you get yourself in this little mess, Skywalker?”
Luke sighed
and then said hopefully, “I thought
Leia told you all about it.”
Mara nodded. “She did.
I want to hear it from you.”
Luke thought
that she probably deserved that much.
In fact, he was pretty much shocked that she was even here. He would never have believed she would come. He winced mentally as he visualized the
meeting between her and Leia. He knew
he was going to owe her big time when it was all over.
So he told
her about it, miserably.
She listened
without comment, just watching the emotions flicker across his face as he
talked. When Leia had contacted her and
asked her to come to Coruscant for a meeting with her, she hadn’t known in the
least what she was getting herself into. She became lost in her own thoughts as
the memory of their conversation played back in her mind.
After waving
her to a chair, Leia hadn’t hemmed and hawed about it, but had come directly to
the point. “Mara, I need your help with
my brother.”
“Again?” Mara had replied, a little humor in her
voice.
Despite
herself, Leia smiled. Although she
didn’t know Mara very well, she liked and respected her. In many ways, they were two of a kind,
strong-willed, determined, and fiercely loyal.
“I should
tell you that you are probably not going to like this...at all,” Leia said and then told her what had
happened on Yavin IV.
A long
stretch of silence had occurred after Leia finished her story.
Mara had
stared out of the large transparisteel window in Leia’s ministerial
office. Leia suspected she wasn’t
really seeing anything though.
At one point,
Mara murmured, “Imbecile” to herself.
Leia turned
away quickly so Mara wouldn’t see her smile and pretended she had found
something very interesting on one of the datapads on her desk.
The silence
lengthened until Leia began to worry a little, but she refrained from saying
anything.
Finally, Mara
sighed and stood. “There’s really
nothing I can do here, Leia,” she said and walked towards the door.
Leia let her
hand almost reach the door panel before she commented, “There is something you
can do, Mara, and you know you should do it.”
Mara turned around
lazily and looked at Leia. “I don’t
have to do anything I don’t want to, you know,” she told her nonchalantly, too
nonchalantly.
Leia smiled
sweetly, not letting Mara’s tone bother her, and said with infinite patience,
“He’s your friend, Mara.”
Mara
stiffened and came away from the door.
“Not that kind of friend,” she hissed.
She looked over to the window again at the lights of the city just
beginning to twinkle as evening begin to fall over Coruscant. Absentmindedly, she fingered the lightsaber
hanging from her belt.
“That’s a low
blow, Princess,” she finally accused, the use of the royal title sounding
remarkably like an insult.
“Of course,”
Leia had countered, inordinately please with herself.
Coming back
to the present, Mara sighed. Now she was here on Yavin IV. She didn't really
understand how she had ever allowed herself to be talked into this...this
stupid plan. But, hopefully, it
wouldn’t take more than a day or two, and she could be on her way.
“Well, I
couldn’t just break her jaw and leg, and leave her there, you know,” Luke
finished his story teasingly and watched for her reaction.
“Why not?”
she countered coolly, not giving him any satisfaction. She lifted an eyebrow. “I suppose the girl is still here?”
“Yes,” Luke
replied, wondering why she asked.
Mara sighed
again. She supposed it would have been
too much to ask for the girl to have had any sort of conscience and gotten
herself off of Yavin IV as quickly as possible.
She leaned
back in her chair. “You know,
Skywalker, I’ve told you before that you’re pretty pathetic when it comes to
being devious. Just how do you think
you’re going to carry this off?”
Luke shot her
a crooked grin. “Carry what off?”
“Don’t start
that with me,” she snorted. “You know what
I’m talking about.”
Luke was
teasing her, but he knew she had a point.
“I guess I haven’t really thought about it,” he confessed.
“Figures,”
Mara snapped. She got up from her chair
and walked over to him. “Stand up,” she
ordered.
Luke did as
she asked, and found that they were only centimeters apart. In fact, he didn’t think he had been quite
so close to her before, at least, in this type of situation.
She was only
a few centimeters shorter than him, but was all wiry power and tensile
strength. He was close enough to her to
smell her scent, delicate and pleasant, reminding him of some of the flowers in
the jungle on Yavin.
She startled
him by reaching up and grabbing both of his ears. When she pulled him over and pressed her mouth against his, to
say that he was shocked, astonished, would be a major understatement. He just stood there, until her warm, full
lips hit his senses, which immediately went into systematic overload.
His hands
hurriedly went to her waist, intent on pulling her closer, and he opened his
mouth against hers.
She pushed
him away so roughly that he fell back into the chair he had just vacated.
“That’s enough, flyboy,” she growled.
She turned
and disappeared down the corridor toward the sleeping quarters of the YT. Luke
was left in the chair, his mouth slightly open and breathing a little heavier
than usual. He blinked. Did that really happen or did he dream it?
She was back
in a short time, carrying a large bag and an extra battery for her holdout
blaster. She snapped the battery into a
small case on her utility belt and dropped the bag in front of Luke.
“Here, you
carry this. It wouldn’t look right if I
did,” she told him, walking over to the console of the YT.
Faint
laughter floated up through the open door of the ramp. “Looks like our welcoming party has just
arrived,” she acknowledged. She shut down the computer on the YT and prepared
it for storage. She turned to Luke,
“So, who can I expect out there?”
Luke
shrugged. “There aren’t many. There’s Dayvids, he’s a building
engineer. Big guy, dark. He has several workers with him, Nikos,
Joquin, and Kern. There’s Noimi, she’s
the communication controller and she also does most of the cooking around
here. Makos is her aide. Noimi is a nice woman, you’ll like her. Then
there are the young students who are applying for various positions in the
temple.”
“How many of
them are there?” Mara asked.
“Eight,” Luke
replied, standing and picking up her bag.
“How many females
in that group?” Mara walked over to him, watching him closely.
“Three,” he
answered, frowning. He looked up,
consideringly. “No...maybe there are four.”
He shook his head. “I can’t
remember, three or four.”
For the first
time since she arrived, she laughed aloud.
“You can’t remember how many females there are? That clears you of being guilty of any
hanky-panky with the hired help then, doesn’t it, Skywalker.”
He grinned
rather sheepishly at her.
She looked
towards the ramp and took a deep breath, “Well, I suppose we had better begin
this little charade.”
He reached
out and touched her hand. “I’m going to
owe you, Mara.”
A sardonic
twinkle lit Mara’s eyes. “You’re damn
right, Skywalker, and you better believe I’m going to collect on it, too.”
“I’m sure you
are,” he laughed.
They turned
toward the ramp. “Wait,” Mara stopped
him. “Carry the bag in your right
hand.” She moved to his left side and
slid her arm around his waist. “Okay,
flyboy, put a smile on your face and don’t take it off until we reach your
quarters.”
Chapter Three
As they
walked down the ramp, Luke was very conscious of how close together they
were. He glanced over at her and
noticed for the first time the delicate creaminess of her skin, and the elegant
line of her neck. The smile she had
ordered him to wear turned into a slight smirk. Her neck, he realized, was just long enough from shoulder to head
for his face to fit perfectly.
He felt first
a slight mental pressure and then her words thundered in his head. *Don’t
even think about it, flyboy. You’re not
going to get that close.*
He chuckled,
slid his arm along her shoulders and pulled her against his side, knowing it
would annoy her. *You know, Jade, sometimes you’re just no fun at all,* he shot back
to her.
It was easier
than either of them had expected.
Everyone whom Luke had mentioned was waiting for them when they reached
the bottom of the ramp. There were
visitors to Yavin IV on a regular basis, and it had become a custom for
everyone to come out and greet the visitors or, in this case, visitor.
*Stang, it’s hot,* he heard in his head. *How
do you stand this dripping wet heat?*
*I like it,* he replied. *It’s quite different from Tatooine.*
Noimi came
forward, wiping her hands on a large, white apron, and interrupted their mental
conversation. She appeared younger than
her sixty standard years and she looked first at Luke and then at Mara, her
face warm and friendly.
Luke put down
Mara’s bag and pulled her over in front of him, his hands resting on her
shoulders. “Hello, everyone. I want you to meet Mara...Mara Jade...my...”
Suddenly, he stopped, unsure of what to say.
*Girlfriend, you idiot,* blasted in his head, and he finished
quickly, “My girlfriend.”
Noimi smiled
in delight and offered her hand to Mara, albeit rather tentatively. Apparently, Mara’s reputation had followed
her all the way to Yavin. Noimi seemed
relieved when Mara shook her hand warmly.
“Oh, Miss Jade, we have heard so much about you. I mean, the holovid...” she stopped, a little
embarrassed and then said in a rush, “We are so glad you have come to Yavin
IV. It is such a pleasure to meet you.”
While Noimi
and Mara talked, Luke let his eyes wander lazily over the rest of the
group. When Dayvids realized Luke was
looking at him, he winked, clearly approving of Mara. His workers apparently agreed with Dayvids since they couldn’t
seem to take their eyes off of her.
Finally, Luke
looked over at the younger group who were standing off to the side, whispering
and giggling among themselves. He
caught Meika’s eyes and she gave him a huge smile. She was obviously thrilled
that Mara was actually on Yavin, and apparently had forgotten that there had
ever been any trouble between them.
Noimi had
taken over the introductions, and she was bringing each person forward to greet
Mara. When it was Meika’s turn, Luke’s
hands stiffened slightly on Mara’s shoulders.
*Is she the one?*
Mara asked dryly in his mind.
*Yes.*
Mara smiled
and greeted Meika cordially, but her eyes held the other girl’s very
intently. Then Mara reached up and
squeezed one of Luke’s hands on her shoulder.
It was a possessive gesture, and everyone who saw it recognized it as
such.
Meika’s smile
wavered a bit and she looked up at Luke, who kept his face carefully
bland. He knew she was wondering if he
had told Mara about the incident in his room.
Meika quickly
excused herself and returned back to the safety of the group, eyeing Luke and
Mara over the shoulders of two of the male students.
*I think you scared her,* Luke said, dropping his hands from her
shoulders and taking one of hers.
Mara
chuckled, *Good, a little fear is a
healthy thing.*
Despite
himself, Luke had to laugh aloud. He choked
it off quickly when he noticed everyone looking at him a little strangely. Obviously, no one had said anything in the
least funny.
“You are just
in time for dinner, Miss Jade. We’d
love for you to join us,” Noimi told Mara.
“That’s very
kind of you, Noimi, but it’s been a long trip.
I’m really rather tired,” Mara said calmly. “I wonder if you could send
our dinner to us in Luke’s rooms.”
A few
eyebrows rose in the group, but Noimi replied, “Of course, Miss Jade, it’s no
problem at all. We hope to see more of
you tomorrow, then?”
Mara smiled,
“I’m looking forward to it.”
*Okay, Flyboy, lead me to your
mansion,* Mara
whispered in Luke’s mind.
Luke had been
standing quietly, smiling to himself.
Mara had called him ‘Luke’. It
wasn’t often she used his given name and it always pleased him when she did.
“Goodnight,
everyone,” he told the group and tugged on Mara’s hand, turning her towards the
communication center. He picked up
Mara’s bag with his other hand to a chorus of ‘goodnights’ and they walked
away.
It didn’t
take them long to reach Luke’s building.
Mara was surprised to see that it wasn’t the usual residential
area.
“What’s
this?” She asked, looking around at the
rows of computers and commlink stations.
“You live in the communication center?”
“Yes,” Luke
replied, pressing his palm against the door panel to his rooms. The door eased open without a sound. “I was happy to find this suite at the back
of the building. It suited me
perfectly.” He smiled a bit
sheepishly. “You know, I’m not one for
a crowd.”
It was true,
Mara thought. Both she and Luke were
very similar in that regard, loners who had depended only on themselves for
most of their lives. People, especially
in groups, made them uneasy. Maybe, she
thought, that’s why they felt so comfortable with one another.
They entered
into a small living area filled with a couch and two chairs, a
computer/commlink station and a desk.
Off to the left was a very small kitchen area, obviously not meant for
any serious cooking or serving. A door
to the right of the living area led to a small bedroom with a double bed, a
chest and a storage box. At the end of
bedroom was the door to the refresher.
“Not bad,
Skywalker,” Mara commented after the small tour. “It’s not anything to send to the ‘House and Home’ holozines, but
it’s looks neat and comfortable. I like
it.”
Luke dropped
her bag on the bed and smiled. Mara was
surprised when he looked at her almost shyly.
“I think it’s the first real home I’ve had in years. Coruscant’s okay, but I’ve never really felt
it was home.”
A sarcastic
retort died on Mara’s lips and she just mumbled, “Yeah, I know what you
mean.” Coruscant had been her home for
most of her life, but that had been when it was under the control of the
Empire. It was different now, not
necessarily worse. In fact, its newfound sense of freedom had impressed
Mara. Its citizens walked about with
happy, satisfied faces, going about their lives with a joy she had not sensed
from them when the city was under the thumb of Palpatine. Yet, she hadn’t really felt comfortable
there and only kept an apartment in the old Imperial Palace for business
purposes.
“Why did you
put that there?” She asked, motioning
with her hand towards her bag.
Luke looked
at the bag on the bed and frowned.
“Because this is where you’re going to sleep.”
Mara pursed
her lips and then said sharply. “Look,
Skywalker, I agreed to do you a favor, but not that big of one.”
At first,
Luke didn’t understand what she meant, but when realization came, so did a
faint tinge of pink to his cheeks. “I
was planning on sleeping on the couch, Mara,” he told her wryly, the humor in
the situation finally getting to him.
She shot him
a dirty look. “I can sleep on the couch
just as well as you, Skywalker.”
His lips
twitched. “I don’t know, Mara. Both of us on the couch would be a tight
fit, I think, but if that’s what you want to do...”
“You know I
didn’t mean that,” she snapped, cutting him off and walking out of the bedroom.
He followed
her, laughing quietly. He didn’t often
get one over on Mara, and it was so much fun when she did rise to the bait.
There was a
soft knock on the outside door panel.
Mara scowled, “Who do you think
that is?”
Luke reached
out with the Force and received a bit of a shock. “It’s Meika.”
Mara’s
eyebrows lifted. “The girl’s got nerve,
I’ll give her that.”
Luke was
thinking. “I’ll bet Noimi sent her with
our dinner. She helps in the kitchen
most of the time.”
Mara grinned
meanly. “The General’s daughter works
in the kitchen?”
Luke nodded,
appreciating the irony with her.
“Quick,” Mara
said suddenly. “Take off your tunic and
give it to me.”
Luke frowned,
“But, Mara, I don’t have an undershirt on.”
“Just give it
to me, flyboy, and go answer the door.
Invite little Miss Meika in, please.”
She held out her hand for his tunic.
Luke
shrugged, undid his belt with the lightsaber attached, dropped it on the couch,
and pulled the garment off. She took it
and disappeared into the bedroom.
He ran a hand
unconsciously through his hair, mussing it completely. He had no idea he looked like a small boy,
tousled from sleep.
Another soft
knock sounded and he went to the door, pressing the door panel.
Meika’s mouth
fell slightly open as she took in his appearance. Her eyes traveled up and down his body, stopping on his firm,
muscled chest and the budging biceps on his arms.
“Your dinner,
sir,” she all but squeaked.
Apparently,
they were back to formality between them which, when he thought about it, was
probably for the best.
“Come in,” he
said politely, waving her into the room.
She came in
tentatively, and he realized she was probably expecting Mara to be in the room.
“I’ll take
those into the kitchen,” he said, reaching for the metal dinner trays.
“Luke,
sweetheart, who is it?” A soft, husky
voice he barely recognized drifted from the bedroom.
“It’s Meika,”
Luke called. “She’s brought us our
dinner.”
“Oh, good, I’m
starving,” Mara said, stepping into the doorway of the bedroom.
Luke almost
dropped the dinner trays. It was all he could do to keep from gasping.
Mara leaned
lazily against the doorframe, smiling slightly. She was wearing nothing but Luke’s tunic, and she had let down
her hair from its long braid. It fell
in a glorious red-gold cloud about her beautiful face and shoulders.
But Luke
couldn’t keep his eyes off her long, shapely legs. He had seen them many times, encased in her skin-tight combat pants,
but never had he seem them the way they looked now. When she moved slightly, her quadriceps tightened in her thighs,
and he startled himself by having to suck in a breath.
Mara pushed
away from the door and walked into the room with her lean, catlike grace. “It smells wonderful, doesn’t it, dear?”
Luke thought
he said something in agreement with her, but he wasn’t sure. His mind was a chaotic mess. He watched her warily as she approached him.
His heart
went into his throat when she slid one of her long, elegant hands down his bare
chest. Did she have any idea that she
had left a scorching trail of fire, he wondered uneasily.
Then she
turned, smiling sweetly, “Hello...ah...it’s Meika, isn’t it?” She gave a marvelous impression of being
pleased with herself for remembering the name.
“Goo...good
evening, Miss Jade,” Meika stammered, unable to take her eyes off Mara. Luke sympathized; he couldn’t stop looking
at her either.
“Luke, why
don’t you take our dinner into the kitchen?”
Mara ordered languidly and watched him disappear with the trays. She smiled again, “Meika, would you like to
stay for dinner? I’m sure we have
enough.”
“Oh, no! I
mean, no, Miss Jade, I need to get back and help in the kitchen,” the girl
explained in a rush. “I just wanted to let Jedi Skywalker know that I have
received a message from my father.”
Luke walked
back into the living area. “Oh? Does he
want you back at Coruscant already?” he teased her gently.
“Oh, no, he just
wanted to let me know that he’s arriving here tomorrow. He said he was thinking about taking a
week’s holiday. My mother has told him
how peaceful and beautiful everything is on Yavin IV.”
Meika
wondered briefly why the other two occupants in the room seemed to have
suffered a severe shock. But she was already unnerved by apparently
interrupting them in an intimate moment, and all she could think about was
getting out of there.
“I’ll see you
tomorrow,” she said, fleeing through the open door.
After a long
moment, Mara spat out, “Sithspawn!”
Luke didn’t
know what to say. The arrival of
General Dongrono Diaishuut was an unmitigated disaster. Both he and Mara had thought she would only
stay a day or so and then fly out on one of her many business trips. No one but the small group on Yavin would
have ever had to know about her visit.
Now, one of
the most important dignitaries on Coruscant was about to descend on them. More
than likely, he would be bringing his entourage of hanger-ons and loyalists
with him.
Luke felt
awful. “I’m sorry, Mara, I had no idea.”
“Yeah,
right,” she snarled and then stalked into the bedroom. She was back in only a few moments, her
combat pants back on. Luke noted,
though, that she had left off her boots.
“Let’s eat,”
she said, marching towards the kitchen.
“Then we can decide what in Hoth we’re going to do.”
It wasn’t a
comfortable meal, although quite tasty.
Even Mara mumbled something about the stew being delicious, but mostly,
she ate in determined silence.
Luke had
tried to talk with her, but she only snapped, “Later.” And they had fallen into
an uneasy silence.
Luke sat,
absentmindedly spooning the stew into his mouth, thinking of one possibility
after another of just how they could get out of the mess they were in. None of his ideas, once he thought them
through, would work.
He was
startled when Mara pushed her chair back, gathered up her dishes and took them
to the electronic washer in the corner.
He
sighed. “It will be best if you just
leave in the morning.”
Mara turned
from the washer, its slight hum barely making any noise in the tiny room. “How do you figure that, flyboy?” she asked
sarcastically.
Luke stood
up, gathered his own dishes and joined her at the washer. Placing the dishes over hers, he glanced at
her and said. “You know Diaishuut will have holo-reporters with him. He doesn’t go anywhere without them. I suppose they feed that incredible ego of
his. You know as well as I do the
uproar they will create if they find you here with me.”
Her emerald
eyes flashed. “Better me than that
sixteen year old tart who just left.”
Luke felt
immensely guilty. “But, Mara, it’s too
much to ask. If you leave in the
morning before they get here, none of them will ever know you were here.”
Mara laughed,
incredulously. “You know, Skywalker,
just when I’ve decided that farmboy innocence of yours is just a ploy, you come
up with something like that.” She waved
her hand in the direction of the other buildings. “Do you honestly believe that little group of yours out there
won’t let on that I was here?”
“They won’t
say anything if I ask them not to,” Luke mumbled, not sure if he believed it or
not.
Mara rolled
her eyes. “Oh, please. Maybe the others won’t, but you can bet
Artoo that little Miss Meika will. She
wouldn’t pass up the chance of being the center of attention with a bunch of
holo-reporters. She’s not her father’s daughter for nothing.” Mara frowned, looking around. “By the way, where is Artoo?”
“He’s on Coruscant,
having some of his circuits upgraded.
I’m supposed to pick him up at the end of the week,” Luke told her,
still deep in thought on a possible way out of their problem.
“Hmmm, so
you’re going to leave Yavin at the end of the week?” Mara pushed her mass of hair away from her face. “I suppose we’ll just have to stick it out
until then. It’s only four days.”
Luke looked
at her in astonishment. “But Mara...”
She cut him
off. “The only other solution is that I
take my vibroblade and sneak in that dormitory...” Her tone was grim, but Luke
knew she was joking...he hoped.
In spite of
himself, he grinned. “You know we can’t
do that.”
“Who said
anything about you coming along. You
would just be in the way,” she retorted, smugly satisfied.
“You realize
what it’s going to be like, with Diaishuut and a bunch of holo-reporters,” he
warned her softly.
“Of course I
do,” she snapped, pushing away from the counter and heading out of the
kitchen. “I don't really want to think
about it, but we'll do what we have to.”
She stopped
in the living area. “I suppose in a few
weeks, we can stage a big quarrel and break up,” she mused, then snorted
rudely. “That ought to sell a few
holovids for that sorry bunch we call a media.”
“But, Mara, I
don’t want to quarrel with you,” Luke whined.
She looked at
him quickly, then saw his lips twitched.
“Don’t fool with me, Skywalker,” she warned.
“I would
never have that much courage,” he told her truthfully.
She flounced
her gorgeous hair back over her shoulder.
“Well, I’m going to bed. It’s
going to be a horrible enough day tomorrow and I need some rest.” She headed
for the bedroom.
“Mara,” Luke
called after her.
She stopped
and turned her head to look at him over her shoulder.
“Thank you,”
he said softly.
She blinked,
taken off her guard for a moment, and turned to go in the bedroom. “Yeah, well you're welcome, farmboy, just
don’t get use to it.”
Chapter Four
The new
morning dawned as usual on the fourth moon of the gas giant, Yavin, hot, damp
and sticky. The humidity was so thick
that the windows in Luke’s small suite of rooms were fogged over and running
with tiny rivulets of water.
Mara rubbed
determinedly at one of the windows in the small bedroom, trying to clear a
portion so she could see out. When she
finally did, she wasn’t pleased. Dew
clung so heavily to the enormous trees around the old Massassi Temple that it
fell from the leaves with the same impact as rain.
“Stang,” she
muttered. “How can anyone live in this
sauna?”
During the
early days of the war, the Rebel Alliance had had one of its major military
bases on Yavin IV. Governor Tarkin, in
his bid for personal power and recognition, had let his eagerness to destroy
the Rebel base override his common sense and had gotten the first Death Star
destroyed, along with himself and thousands of the Empire’s best troops.
Emperor
Palpatine had not been pleased.
A sardonic
smile lifted the corners of her mouth.
She wondered what old Palpy would think if he could see her now. The Emperor’s Hand, his most trusted agent,
disheveled and groggy from spending the night in the bed of the man who had
destroyed his Death Star. It would
almost be worth it...no, what was she thinking; nothing would be worth having
that monster alive again.
She pulled
her sleeping shift away from her chest, grimacing as it clung to her
breasts. Even with the computerized
climate control of the room, the encroaching humidity invaded everywhere. She knew perfectly well why the Rebels had
stationed their base on the fourth moon.
No one else in the galaxy, at least anyone in his right mind, would want
to be any closer than a lightyear to it.
She went into
the refresher and set the small shower going.
Pulling the shift over her head, she stepped in, gasping a bit at the
coolness of the water. She spent a few
moments soaking her hair and then stepped back, searching for where Skywalker
kept his shampoo. A small shelf high in the corner rewarded her, and she poured
a little of the liquid in her hand. As
she was about to spread it in her hair, she stopped, the scent of it filling
her nose. Skywalker! Sithspit! She leaned against the side of the shower,
pressing her face against the cool tile, the shampoo still in her hand. She remembered the night before when she had
leaned back against him, his hands resting on her shoulders as they had greeted
his staff. He had smelled of the
shampoo then, and she had been so conscious of his hands, as he had moved them
gently about her shoulders. And now
here she stood, in his shower, thoughts of what he was like when he was in
there filling her mind. Mara licked her
wet lips, letting her imagination take flight.
Stop it! Just stop it right now! As if she would ever see him like that
anyway! She pushed away from the wall
of the shower and determinedly began to wash her hair. She didn’t often lecture herself, but
Skywalker seemed to cause her to do it more and more of late. He was forever invading her thoughts, and
she spent a lot of what she considered her precious time, trying to toss him
out of them.
A short while
later, she eased open the door to the bedroom and peered out cautiously. The couch was empty except for some rumbled
bed linens, and there was a faint whistling noise coming from the kitchen. Apparently, Farmboy was already up and at
it.
She left the
bedroom and wandered into the kitchen.
“Good, you’re
up.” Luke gave her a crooked grin. He placed a plate on the small table, heavy
with scrambled eggs and toast. “Want
some tea?” He asked, getting some cups down from the tall cabinet.
“Do you have
any milk?” Mara asked, trying not to meet his eyes. Her thoughts from her shower were still a little too fresh in her
mind. “I like it with breakfast, and
then tea afterwards, if that’s okay.”
“Sounds
good.” He opened the refrigeration unit
and took out a large bottle.
Mara was
seasoning her food, and only noticed that he had the milk ready when he placed
it by her plate. She glanced at it
cursorily, then did a double take.
“What is
that?” She asked in astonishment,
pointing a finger at the glass on the table.
He
blinked. “It’s milk.”
“Skywalker,”
she said, enunciating her words carefully.
“That can’t be milk, it’s blue.”
Luke
chuckled. “It’s milk from an Ionuie, a
farm animal from Tatooine. It becomes
that color when a nutrient rich mixture is added to it. I grew up drinking it. Taste it, I’ll bet you like it.” His voice was nonchalant, but he watched her
carefully. The blue milk wasn’t for
everyone, and he didn’t know what her reaction would be. The first time Han had tried it; he spit it
halfway across the room.
Mara was
looking at the milk as if it might bite, but then she shrugged and took a sip.
She held the milk
in her mouth for a moment while Luke watched her with some trepidation. Then she swallowed and quipped, “Well, I
don’t think you’ll find it in the best restaurants, Farmboy, but it’s okay.”
Luke was
extremely pleased but just a little surprised that it had meant so much to him
that she liked it. He got his own plate
and sat across the table from her.
They ate
their meal in a comfortable silence.
Mara seemed deep in thought, but Luke kept stealing little glances at
her. She had left her hair down, and it
hung in long, elegant curls around the sides of her face and down her
back. It wasn’t as long as Leia’s, but
he liked it, especially how the light coming in through the windows picked out
the gold highlights in that sea of honey-tinted red.
It wasn’t the
first time he had noticed that her hair did that. When they were in the forest on Myrkr, the sun would break
through the heavy trees at times and light up her hair with pure strips of
gold. He had been fascinated by it and
couldn’t take his eyes off her whenever they past through a clearing.
“Why did you
leave Coruscant without telling me?” Luke blurted out suddenly, surprising them
both.
Mara froze
him with a glare. “I didn’t know I
needed to report my whereabouts to you,” she retorted sarcastically.
Luke leaned
back in his chair. “You don’t. But it would have been nice. I just
thought...well...that we...that you and I...”
Mara’s
emerald eyes glittered in the early morning light. “You know, Farmboy, that’s your problem, you think too much.”
Luke
sighed. Would he ever understand this
woman? He had thought they were
becoming quite close on Coruscant, spending time with each other and learning
about one another. A day didn’t pass
when they didn’t see each other. He had
used every excuse he could think of to be with her. He told her that she needed
to brief him on all that she knew of the Imperial Palace, then told her that he
needed to continue training her in the ways of the Force. Before long she was spending most of the day
in his apartment or he in hers. And
they were friends, real friends. He had
been happy, really happy for the first time in years. Each day he woke with the
happy thought that he would see her again, be with her again. And then she had just up and left, without even
a word, leaving him to find out from his sister that she was gone.
“I don’t
think what I was thinking was wrong, Mara,” he said softly.
“It wouldn’t
be the first time you were wrong about something, would it, Farmboy?” She snapped, got up from her chair and
stomped out of the room.
Luke took a
deep breath and then let it out slowly.
Breaking through those barriers of Mara’s was incredibly hard work. Just when it seemed he was making headway,
something occurred that caused her to slam up the walls again.
Luke wasn’t
even sure why he bothered to try. Their
relationship, if one could call it that, was the biggest puzzle in his
life. Most people would have given up
on her long ago. Her abrasive
personality usually alienated people very quickly, and although he knew Mara
was sometimes sorry for the things she said and did, it was very difficult for
her to make amends. Her life under
Palpatine’s rule had never prepared her for dealing with other people's feelings
or to worry about how her actions might affect them.
Yet, Luke had
gotten glimpses of what lay beneath all that toughness. Those barriers that she had erected were
strong and hard, but for him, they were transparisteel windows covered in
pieces of gauze. He might not always be
able to break through them, but he sporadically got to see what lay behind.
He knew she
had a great heart and that when she made up her mind to be a friend, it was for
life. He trusted her explicitly. In fact,
except for his sister and brother-in-law, there probably wasn’t another person
in the galaxy whom he trusted as well.
He followed
her into the living area. She was at
his computer/commlink station, obviously sending out some messages. He grimaced; feeling guilty that his rather
ridiculous problem had dragged her away from what he knew was a flourishing
business.
She finished
her last message and turned to him.
“So, what’s the agenda for today, Skywalker?”
Luke knew she
was deflecting any attempt to continue their conversation from the kitchen, and
he decided to follow her lead. “The transports from Coruscant usually come in
during mid-afternoon, so we really don’t have to worry about the General and
his crew until then,” he told her.
“What would you like to do?”
Mara took a
deep breath, considering. “I’m not too
excited about staying around here, being peered at by all your little
buddies.” She looked up at him. “Are
you up for some climbing?”
Luke lifted
his eyebrows. “Climbing?” The nearest
mountain range was several hundred kilometers to the west. “I suppose we could take a speeder over to
the Mastanna Mountains.”
“No, that
would take too much time to go all away out there,” Mara disagreed. “I was thinking more about the Great
Temple.”
“You want to
climb the Great Temple?” Luke asked,
astonished. “But, Mara, there’s a
stairway up the side.”
“It only goes
about three quarters up and just to a viewing platform,” Mara argued. “I’ve been wondering what the view was from
the real top, the rounded one.” She
cocked her head to the side and peered at him. “Too much exercise for you,
Jedi?”
He knew most
people considered the viewing platform to be the top, but he decided to play
along. “Are you challenging me,
Emperor’s Hand?” Luke answered with a
wry grin.
She made a
face at his use of her former title, but said smartly, “Of course.”
“Then let’s
do it,” he said simply.
It didn’t
take them long to dress and then head out to Mara’s YT-2400. Luke had only some rudimentary climbing gear
and he wasn’t surprised to learn that Mara was fully stocked with the most
up-to-date equipment. One of the first things he had learned about her was that
she was always prepared. The Emperor
had been a complete bastard, but Luke had to give him one thing: he trained his
people well.
It seemed as
if they ran into every person in the compound on their way to the YT’s
hanger. They were always greeted
cordially and warmly, but the curiosity towards them was almost palpable. Even Noimi had given them an uncomfortably
thorough once over when they passed her in the hallway.
“What’s with
everyone around here, Skywalker?” Mara
growled after they were safely by the compound’s communication officer. “Do I have dirt on my nose or something?”
Luke shrugged,
watching as Noimi disappeared around a corner.
“No, you don’t have any dirt.
Maybe it’s me, do I have food in my teeth?” He bared his teeth at her.
“No, of
course not, don’t be silly,” she groused, laughing a little at him, but annoyed
that everyone viewed them with such interest.
She had never been comfortable with the notoriety she had gained since
that business at Wayland, and all this staring by Skywalker’s crew was
reminding her too much of it.
They had
reached the YT-2400 and Mara keyed in the entry code. Luke followed her up the ramp and down a short hallway. She punched a panel near a bulkhead and
walked though a door into what looked to be sleeping quarters.
Suddenly, she
remembered he was behind her. “No, you
stay out there. I’ll bring the stuff,”
she ordered, pushing him back out into the hallway.
Luke was
surprised when she shut the door in his face, but not before he had caught a
good glimpse of the room. It wasn’t
like any sleeping quarters he had ever seen on any other YT. It had been carefully decorated, the color
scheme in ocean green and white. The
walls were covered in artwork, depicting many different styles. But one painting caught his attention more
than the others. He could have sworn it
was a delicate watercolor of the desert dunes of Tatooine. Now, why on earth would she have that in her
sleeping quarters?
The door
opened, startling him.
“Here,” Mara
called, and threw a large backpack at him.
He caught it as she walked out of the room. She already had her climbing gear on, a heavy rope hanging across
one shoulder, strong metal snaps and rings attached to a heavy utility
belt. “All the stuff you need is in the
pack. You can put it on when we get
there.”
She walked
past him, pulling on some tight, leather gloves. “I want to start from the
ground up, not the stairway. After all,
that would be cheating, wouldn’t it, if we only climbed a quarter?” She shot him a crafty grin across her
shoulder.
He followed
after her. “Mara, the temple’s very
high. It’ll take us all morning to make
the climb if we start from the ground.”
Mara waited
for him to catch up. As they walked
down the ramp out of the YT-2400, she commented, “I suppose we could start at
the top of the stairway if you feel you’re getting too old for this type of
thing.”
“Too old?” he
sputtered, jumping off the end of the ramp as she had already started the
closing code. “Who are you calling old,
woman, I’m not even thirty yet.”
“You’re still
more than a year older than me,” she insisted, grinning at him. “How am I supposed to know? Maybe you are slowing down.”
“Slowing
down?” he repeated, aghast. “Listen,
you get your little butt over to that temple.
And stay away from the stairway! I’ll show you who’s old!”
Mara laughed
and started jogging in the direction of the old structure, tossing her red-gold
braid over her shoulder.
He quickly
ran after her, catching up with her as they neared the far wall of the giant
sanctuary, glad that they had found their old camaraderie again.
Mara glanced over
at him and he gave her a lopsided grin, his big blue eyes twinkling. She almost stumbled. Stang it, she hated it when he did
that. It always caused the funniest
feeling in the pit of her stomach, as if a giant hand had reached in and
twisted her insides. Lately, that
feeling had been happening more and more often whenever she was with him. And Mara was determined not to explore the
reasons why. She wouldn’t admit it in a
billion light-years, but it was one of the reasons that she had left Coruscant
in such a hurry. It wouldn’t do at all,
no not at all, for her to get attached to Skywalker in any way.
Chapter Five
Three hours
later, they were about thirty meters from the top of the old temple. It hadn’t been an easy climb, but at least
the sides of the temple had not been completely smooth nor altogether straight
up, offering them good, if not excellent, hand and footholds. They each took turns taking the lead. Luke went up first about twenty meters, then
Mara, connected to him via the climbing line, would work her way up to him,
then go about twenty meters more. She
would ground herself and wait for him to climb up to her, then pass her for the
next twenty meters. It was tedious,
hard work and the top was a welcome sight, especially since they had agreed not
to use the Force during the climb, but depend only on their own physical
abilities.
Mara wiped
the constant steam of sweat from her face, watching as Luke climbed the twenty
meters up to her. She could feel the
fatigue in her calves and quads, in fact, her left leg was trembling a bit, but
she knew she had enough stamina left to make it to the top.
Luke finally
reached her level and pulled himself up next to her. He was breathing heavily and staring up at the top. He wiped his face on his shoulder. “Next time you suggest something like this,”
he muttered, turning his head to look at her, “remind me to say no.”
She laughed
softly, handing him her small towel.
“Too much for you, Jedi?”
He pursed his
lips. “I shouldn’t have let you talk me
into not using the Force during the climb.
Maybe I wouldn’t feel like I’ve been caught in a Dewback stampede.” He wiped his arms with her towel and handed
it back to her.
“Well, I’m
sure you could have just levitated us to the top,” Mara commented
caustically. “But what good would that
have done us?”
“I would
probably still be able to walk when we get back to the ground,” Luke shot
back, “of which there is some doubt
right now.”
“Quit
complaining, Skywalker, and go the next twenty meters. If you don’t get moving,
we’ll be hanging here on the side of this temple for the rest of the day.” Mara started feeding some line out to him.
He sighed and
glanced back up to the top. It looked
fairly easy the rest of the way, and it was a good thing. He hadn’t been joking when he had told her
that there was some doubt whether he would walk when they were through. The muscles in his legs were protesting
vehemently, and he knew he was going to be stiff and sore.
He gathered
the extra line and glanced over at her.
They were very close, their sides pressed up against one another. For the first time, he noticed the lines of
tiredness around her eyes. He looked
down and smiled. So...she was feeling
it, too, but he knew she would die before she admitted it.
He took a
deep breath and started his climb.
There was a great spot almost exactly twenty meters up. Then there were only ten more. The thought gave him a surge of energy and
he pulled himself up the difficult temple side.
Mara watched him
climb, feeding him more line as he needed it.
He actually
made the twenty meters faster than any they had done before, and it was her
turn before she hardly realized it.
He tugged on
the rope and called down, “Ready?”
“Yep, coming
right up,” she answered, checking out the various hand and footholds. No wonder he had made it up so fast, this
was the easiest section of the climb so far.
When she
reached him, she didn’t stop but continued on past him, the lure of the top
almost seductive. Only a minute or so
later, she reached it, pulling herself over, easing off her small backpack and
flopping on her back, breathing heavily.
The climbing
line around her jerked a couple of times, and Skywalker’s voice floated over
the edge to her. “You ready for me
yet?”
Mara took a
deep breath, trying to calm the heavy beating of her heart. “Give me a second,” she called.
Luke waited a
bit impatiently. He was an anxious as
she had been to reach the top, but it was only a short time before he felt the
line grow taut.
“Okay,
Skywalker, come on!” Mara peered over
the side at him and then moved back a bit, bracing her feet against the slight
curve of the top of the temple.
Luke started
up, moving quickly. The top was a
siren, calling him. That was probably the
reason why he wasn’t as careful as he normally was. He was only five meters from the top when he missed a hold. When his foot slipped, it forced his hands
from their rests and suddenly he was swinging freely against the rough side of
the temple.
The first
Mara knew of Luke’s impending fall was her own sudden slide towards the edge of
the top. “Luke!” She cried, trying desperately to stop her
own descent and the slip of the rope around her waist. Finally, her feet caught against the edge of
the temple’s crest and she braced herself, the muscles in her arms and legs
tightening and screaming for release.
A short
distance below, Luke crashed against the side of the temple, scraping the skin
off his right arm. Desperately, he
reached for a hold, either by hand or foot, as the tight rope at his waist
seemed about to cut him in half. He
banged once more, hard, against the rocky side of the temple, and was about to
grab a very promising handhold when he was jerked violently upwards.
He was going
so fast when he came over the temple’s edge that he barreled straight into Mara
and flattened her against the temple roof floor.
“Whoosh!” the
air left Mara’s lungs and she lay stunned, with Luke’s body covering her.
For long
moments, neither said anything. Both
struggled to get their breaths, and Luke was concerned with the burning pain in
his arm. Then something occurred to him
and he looked down at Mara. “I thought
you said we weren’t going to use the Force,” he said pointedly, his chest
heaving.
Mara drew in
a long breath, held it for a moment, savoring the new oxygen flooding into her
system, and then let it out in a rush.
“I thought you were falling...I thought the rope was breaking.”
Luke nodded,
thinking she must have felt that last hit against the temple wall and believed
their lifeline was snapping. “I was
about to gain control again when you pulled me up.” He looked at her consideringly.
“That was some pretty impressive use of the Force, Miss Jade. I don’t think I have ever seen you exhibit that
much strength or control.”
She looked
away, swallowing audibly. He was too
close, lying completely over her with one of his legs pressing tightly between
hers. “Adrenaline, probably,” she
murmured, trying to answer his comment, but then she squirmed under him, unable
to handle her body’s reactions to him anymore.
“So, do you think you could get off me?
You’re heavy.”
Luke
blinked. It wasn’t that he hadn’t known
that he was lying on top of her; it was just that he hadn’t been aware of how
it felt until her words. He marveled
that she could feel both hard and soft at the same time. She was in such great shape, her body firm
and sinewy, but her feminine parts screamed out to him, yielding and pliant.
He bit his
bottom lip, noticing that she had turned her head away and wouldn’t look at
him. He moved to slide off her when he
changed his mind. Leaning down, he
shocked both of them by gently kissing her on the cheek. “Thanks, Mara,” he whispered before rolling
off to the side.
They both lay
on their backs, staring up at the Yavin sky, lost in their individual
thoughts. Then Mara sat up suddenly,
her hand going to her cheek. Quickly,
she jerked it down again, turned her back to Luke and started to gather in the
loose rope lying about them.
Skywalker had
kissed her. She knew it wasn’t a big
deal, a simple kiss on the cheek, really just a symbol of affection between two
friends. But that was the
problem...they were friends, as much as two people like them could be friends.
But, they had never, ever been affectionate before, and she wasn’t at all sure
how she felt about it. Trouble was, she
didn’t have that much experience with men.
Oh, she knew people believed that wasn’t the case, and she let
them. It wasn’t anybody’s business but
her own anyway. But the truth was that
she was well into her mid-twenties and had never had a serious
relationship. The Emperor wouldn’t
permit it when she was younger, telling her that she didn’t need those sorts of
distractions if she were planning to be his Hand, and that he simply would not
permit it. After his death, in the
years that she had wandered about the galaxy, the kind of men she ran into
weren’t conducive to the type of relationship she had in mind. More than once
she had to dissuade them rather harshly from trying for more than she was
willing to give. It wasn’t until she
joined Karrde’s organization that things seemed to calm down for her. It probably would be considered hilarious in
some quarters to say that some smugglers were gentlemen, but they were. After a
few tentative advances on the part of several of Karrde’s men, which had been
firmly, but politely rejected by her, life had settled down pretty much the way
she had wanted it. And then she met
Skywalker...
She stood up,
shaking the rather disturbing thoughts away, and determinedly began to curl the
rope around and around her elbow and fist until she had a tidy circle. She glanced down at Luke and saw that he had
sat up. He was inspecting the deep,
bleeding cuts on his right arm.
“You’re hurt,
Skywalker,” she hissed, squatting down beside him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
He wiped some
of the blood from his arm. “It’s
nothing, really. Just a few scratches.
I thought it might have messed up some of the electronics in my hand,
but everything seems to working okay.”
He turned his hand over and back again, moving the fingers back and
forth.
Mara was
digging in the small backpack she had carried up the side of the temple. After only a few moments, she had spread out
a series of bandages, bacta patches, and tape.
“Let me look at it,” she ordered, pulling his hand towards her. After inspecting the injury carefully, she
took a soft, cloth bandage and pressed it hard against the scratches. “I don’t think I’ll have to stitch anything,
but we have to get the bleeding stopped before I can bandage it.” She removed the soaked bandage and pressed
another against his arm.
He watched
her as she work, deciding not to remind her that he could go in a short healing
trance and the scratches would soon disappear.
He was more interested in just looking at her. The gas giant Yavin was high in the noon sky, the light so
dazzling it caused eyes, even those covered with sunshades, to squint against
its glaring brightness. But Luke
appreciated it because it once again brought out the brilliant highlights in
Mara’s honey-tinged red hair. Those
radiant streaks continually fascinated Luke, and he feared they were becoming
an obsession for him. More than once in
the time that he had known her, he had caught himself staring at that sea of
gold and red. He had first noticed it in the sun-dappled clearings in the
forest on Myrkr then again in Wayland when they had trudged their way to the
Emperor’s storehouse. He loved the way
she wore her hair in one long braid that hung almost to her waist, and he
longed to take that braid and let it flow through his fingers. He smiled a bit sadly, thinking that if he
ever tried that, he’d probably lose another hand!
“There...better?”
Mara asked, giving the light bandage on his arm a pat. She sat back on her haunches and looked at
him. She frowned at the strange look on
his face, especially when his head leaned slowly to the side, his eyes wandering
all over her face.
She cleared
her throat. “I said, is that better?”
“What?” Luke asked, suddenly realizing she was
talking to him.
Mara pursed
her lips. “I asked you if your arm is
all right? Where were you? Endor?”
Luke shook
his head, feeling uncomfortable. It
wouldn’t do for Mara to realize what he was thinking about her. He felt along the bandage, noticing the
perfect job Mara had done on it. “It’s
great,” he said. “Nice work. Sorry, I guess I was lost in thought.”
Isn’t that
the truth, Mara thought, gathering up her first aid equipment and placing it in
her pack. Whatever he had been thinking
about, it had been quite intense, causing him to literally forget where he was.
She glanced
at him, but he was busy picking up his own equipment. She stood up then, looking around them for the first time. They had been on the crest of the temple for
some time now, yet neither had taken the time to look at the view, their reason
for climbing the temple in the first place.
Mara walked
across the curved roof to the other side, looking out over the largest jungle
she had ever seen. It was immense, so
thick that from this height, it looked like an enormous olive green carpet
covering the entire surface of the moon.
“Great
burning comets,” she breathed.
Luke came up
beside her. “It’s really something,
isn’t it?”
Mara nodded
her head. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen
anything quite like it.”
She glanced
over at him and asked, “How far into
the interior have you explored?”
Luke moved a
small, but painful rock out from under his foot and handed her a water
bottle. “I haven’t been very far. Over towards the south, maybe several
kilometers in distance, are some more ruined temples. There’s a small lake, too.”
He waved his hand towards the northeast. “I haven’t been that way at all, but I found some old Alliance
datacards from when they were here during the Rebellion. They reported that a small exploration party
had gone in a hundred or so kilometers into the interior. They met a couple of different tribes of
humanoids, primitive and a bit barbaric.
It was the Alliance’s decision to leave them alone.”
Mara took a
long drink from the bottle and then handed it back to Luke. She walked closer
to the edge of the temple roof, fished around in her pack and brought out a
small pair of macrobinoculars. She
swept the area with the binoculars, but couldn’t penetrate the solid jungle.
“You haven’t had any contact with them since you’ve been here?”
“Nope.
Couldn’t even tell you what they look like.”
He squinted in the harsh noon light.
“Mara, can I borrow those binoculars for a moment,” he asked.
She handed
them over without a word.
He put them
to his face and peered at a small speck of light on the horizon. “Looks like the transport from Coruscant has
arrived.”
“Where?” Mara asked, putting her hand over her eyes to
shield them from the glare.
Luke gave her
the binoculars. “To the north, near the
mountain range.”
Mara saw
it. “What are they...about two hours
out?”
Luke nodded,
considering. “Yes, probably that, give or take a few minutes.”
Mara rubbed
her hand along the bottom of her jaw, wiping away some sweat. “I suppose we should get back then.”
Luke frowned
ferociously. He didn’t want to go
back. “Why don’t we just stay here?” he
growled.
Mara
laughed. “Afraid, Jedi?”
“Of course
not,” he snapped, fingering the bandage on his arm. “It’s just, in the best of
times, I can’t stand the man.” Luke
thought about the many different times the General had disgusted him. The man was crude and offensive, and Luke
struggled to control his temper when around him.
Luke gathered
the remaining equipment and then glanced over at Mara. “How well do you know Daiashuut?”
“I’ve never
met him,” she replied, attaching the lead rope to the rings on her waist. “I
hear he is a capable general, but that his personality is a bit suspect.”
Now, there’s
an understatement if I ever heard one, Luke thought. He made a quick decision.
“Look, Mara, the man is capable of saying anything. You need to be careful around him.”
Mara looked
up at him in surprise. “I can take care
of myself, Skywalker.”
He smiled, “I
know you can. He’s an obnoxious guy,
though. He can say some appalling
things. More than once, Leia has
threatened to tear his tongue out with her bare hands.”
Mara laughed,
envisioning that particular image in her mind.
“Don’t worry, Skywalker, I won’t let him bother me.”
Luke stared
out at the transport in the distance, a bit surprised at the strong feelings
swirling in him. He knew she was more than
capable of taking care of herself, but he felt a strange and powerful urge to
protect her. If the General were to say
something he shouldn’t to Mara, Luke was a little afraid of just what he might
do about it.
Chapter 6
Luke talked
Mara in to staying on top of the Great Temple for awhile longer, and they
enjoyed the view and conversed quietly.
Luke showed Mara a few more Force skills and made her practice her
levitation. At one point, she even had
him hovering a meter or so in the air until she set him gently back on the
surface.
When they
finally began to descend from the Great Temple, they repelled only to the top
of the stairway. They secured their
climbing gear, then walked the rest of the way. That choice surprised Luke somewhat, but Mara insisted, telling
him there wasn’t any use in straining his arm anymore.
As they came
around the corner of the Temple on their way back to Luke’s quarters, he
grabbed her hand, pulling her back into the shadows. “What is it?” She asked,
trying to peer around him.
The General
and his party were just entering the long barracks building, led by Noimi and a
few of the young workers. Noimi was
obviously showing them to their rooms for the night.
“Let’s wait
until they go inside,” Luke murmured, holding her close against him as he
leaned back against the wall, out of sight of the group. “I don’t want to talk to them now.”
“Good idea,”
Mara agreed. “We need to clean up before we see them.” She stood on her tiptoes, craning her neck,
trying to see past his shoulder. “I
can’t believe he brought that many people with him. What did he think this place was, a holiday resort?”
“How many did
he bring?” Luke asked, dread washing
over him. He hated entertaining people,
especially large groups.
“Looks like twenty,
maybe twenty-five,” Mara told him, pulling away from him and walking around the
corner, heading for the communication center.
Luke followed after her. “I
can’t be sure, because they’re all in the building now, but it looked as if
there were at least that many,” she continued.
When they
reached his suite of rooms, they found several messages awaiting them. One from Noimi put a huge damper on Luke’s
evening. She had planned a welcoming
reception for the General and his people for that night. She was sure Luke and Mara would be able to
attend, etc., etc., etc.
“We’re not
going,” Luke said firmly, dropping his climbing equipment on the floor near the
door.
Mara looked
at him in astonishment. “You have to
go, Skywalker. He’s your guest.”
“I didn’t
invite him here,” he snapped. “I don’t
want to go, and I don’t want to talk about it.”
Mara drew
herself up to her full height. “Well,
we are going to talk about it, buddy boy,” she began, determined not to let him
make such a social blunder.
And then, to
the amazement of them both, they quarreled...like a couple of petulant
children. Luke stomped around the
apartment, sputtering and snarling. He
didn’t want to go, he didn’t have to go, and he wasn’t going! He was a grown man; he could make his own
decisions. Mara followed him, trying to
coax him one moment and yelling at the top of her lungs the next. Through it
all she tried to reason with him.
Didn’t he realize that the General was the father of one of his workers,
Luke was ex-military and the General was a higher-ranking officer? When that attempt at persuasion failed, she
tried another. What would it do to his
school if he snubbed the general? He
had to go to the reception, there wasn’t any way he could avoid it. The argument went on and on for some time,
with Mara using all the persuasive techniques she could muster. Finally
exhaustion overtook them both and they just gave up.
“I’m going to
take a shower,” Mara snarled, stomping towards the bedroom. She fired one final salvo before
disappearing through the door. “You’re
probably already clean, after wallowing around in all that self-pity!”
“I am NOT
feeling sorry for myself!” Luke shouted
after her, thoroughly annoyed. Mara
could make him angrier in a flash than other people could in hours. He plopped down on the couch with a loud
thump and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Anger was of the Darkside, he told himself, taking another deep
breath. But what really infuriated him
was that he knew she was right, but while they had argued he hadn’t wanted to
give her the satisfaction of admitting it.
He knew they were going to have to go to the party, whether he liked it
or not.
When Mara
exited the shower, he was waiting for her.
When he reluctantly admitted that she was right and they did have to go
to the party, she only looked at him, one eyebrow raised slightly. To his relief, she refrained from the
sarcastic retort he expected and instead went into action, telling him they
needed to spend some time getting ready for the reception. She would make sure that they made the
proper impression. Her mind already
swirling with plans, she sent him to the refresher and told him to leave his
hair wet when he came out. He was
puzzled by it, but did what she asked.
When he came from
the shower, he was wearing only an old and comfortable pair of pants. He had a towel slung over one bare shoulder,
and his hair was still slightly dripping from the shower.
As soon as
she saw him, she motioned for him to take a seat in a straight-back chair that
she had placed in the center of his living area. She was wearing a pair of exercise pants and a loose-fitting
white cotton shirt that had no collar.
When he sat
in the chair, she whipped out a pair of vibro-scissors from somewhere and began
to run her fingers through his wet hair.
“What are you
doing?” he asked, eyeing the vibro-scissors with some trepidation.
“I’m going to
give you a trim,” she said, taking a long comb and pushing it through his hair,
combing his hair straight back from his forehead, thinking how it felt like
fine golden silk. She glanced down at
him for a second and marveled at how young he looked. It was probably how he looked when he destroyed the first Death
Star, she mused.
“But Mara, I
like my hair the way it is,” he protested, raising his hand to his head.
She batted it
down. “Don’t worry, Skywalker, I’m not
going to do anything radical. It’s just getting a little bit too long and
scruffy looking. It doesn’t look neat
and tidy anymore. It won’t take long to
shape it a little.”
Luke started
to argue the scruffy looking comment when he looked up at her out of the corner
of his eye. She was standing a little
to his side and intent on his hair, running the comb through it from front to
back. The intensity of her gaze warmed
him, and he was inordinately pleased.
It surprised him that she had been looking at him enough to notice that
he needed a haircut. There were times
when he thought she didn’t even know what he looked like.
He decided to
relax and enjoy it. He leaned his head
back and closed his eyes, liking the feel of the comb through his damp
hair. He wasn’t even concerned when he
heard the snipping sound of the scissors.
She went around
to his back, pushed his head forward and snipped off a little of the long hair
near the nape of his neck. Then, she
moved to his other side, trimming along his sideburns some, all the time moving
her hand through his hair, smoothing and shaping. It was so soothing and restful that he was almost asleep when she
stepped around in front of him and slipped her long, slender legs in between
his as she moved even closer to him.
She ran her fingers through his bangs again, pushing them back from his
forehead.
Luke
stiffened, his eyes flying open. Her
arms were on each side of his head and their bodies were as close as they had
been when she had suddenly kissed him the day she had arrived in her freighter. He began to breathe shallowly between his
slightly parted lips as she said softly, “Hold still. I need to trim the top a little.”
She was fresh
from the shower and her lovely scent filled his nostrils, warm, comforting,
intoxicating. He took a long, deep
breath, drawing it in and savoring it, her sheer seductiveness almost
overwhelming him. Emperor’s bones! How long had it been since a woman had been
this close to him, and such a woman!
And then she
leaned forward.
Luke stifled
a groan, all at once feeling as weak as a newborn vornskr. Her loose cotton shirt was almost
transparent at this distance, and it was obvious that Mara had neglected to put
on any of her underwear yet. Her firm,
well-shaped breasts swayed gently in the thin shirt, scant centimeters from his
face.
When she
reached across to cut a particularly long section of his hair, her breasts
moved with her, the tiny, pink nipples staring him straight in the eye.
Heroically,
he fought a powerful urge to lean forward and take one of those nipples, shirt
and all, inside his eager mouth.
Although he fought the urge, he lost the other battle he was
raging. There wasn’t a thing he could
do about it, no matter how Force-strong an individual he was. His loins burst into a frenzied fire,
blazing uncontrollably, and inside his old pants, his manhood went as hard as a
block of ferrocrete. He jerked the
towel off his shoulder and into his lap, grimacing horribly.
“Stop
fidgeting,” Mara ordered, clipping away.
“I’m almost through.”
Luke took a
long breath, then released it slowly, feeling it shuddering its way through his
dry, parched lips. She was going to
kill him after all. She had just
decided on a different method. A low
moan escaped him. He couldn’t stop it.
Mara frowned
and put her hand on his bare shoulder.
Then she jerked it away. His
skin was so warm, so flushed. She
looked down and then wished she hadn’t.
His face was
a centimeter away from the front of her shirt and for the first time, she could
feel his quick, hot breath, flowing right through the thin fabric onto her...
She stepped
back quickly, her mouth falling slightly open as her face filled with color,
and they stared at one another. There
wasn’t any use in either one of them denying anything; it was perfectly obvious
what had just occurred.
Luke looked
at her helplessly. “I’m sorry...” he
began, but she cut him off. “No...no, I...” she didn’t finish, but turned
quickly and all but ran into the bedroom.
She was back
in a nanosecond, walking quickly across the living area. “You probably need...” she started, “I mean, you need to wash your hair again
since I cut it. The
refresher...it’s...it’s empty,” she finished in a rush and disappeared in the
kitchen.
Luke looked
down and then laughed weakly. He
thought he had just witnessed an all-time first. Mara was disconcerted.
The Mara Jade, Ms. Self-Possession herself, was flustered. He was glad he had been there to see it.
He stood
awkwardly, holding the towel in front of his waist and walked stiffly into the bedroom,
heading for the very cold water of the shower.
In the
kitchen, Mara sat at the small table, her head cupped in her hands. She was breathing heavily, her mouth open,
the sound extraordinarily loud in the little room. She sat up, looked down at herself, and slowly pulled her shirt
away from her chest. She swallowed,
staring at her breasts as if she had never seen them before. The pink tips were hard as nails, straining
forward, and aching...aching for someone to touch them. Mara released her shirt and dropped her head
back into her hands. Oh gods, she
moaned silently, castigating herself because she knew exactly who she wanted to
touch them. And what if he had? What would he have done, she wondered, if
she had fallen into his arms like a starving bantha?
But she had
just stood there, like some awestruck teenager, running her fingers over and
over through his hair as if she couldn’t get enough of the feel of it. Mara groaned again. This was getting out of hand, she told
herself fiercely, completely out of hand.
She needed to get out of there...and quickly...before something happened
that they both would regret. But you
can’t leave now, a little voice argued with her. He needs you more than ever with the general arriving to cause
who knew what kind of trouble. She breathed a heavy sigh and worked hard to
reclaim the trademark Jade composure that had so totally fled.
Across the
suite, in the shower, the cold water wasn’t doing any good. Luke rubbed his hot face against the cold
tiles but his overheated body was insistent.
Slowly, his hand moved across his thigh. Damn it, Mara, he thought, I’m sorry. His hand gripped and then began moving as images from the evening
formed in his mind. Those beautiful,
tantalizing breasts swayed and bounced on the back of his eyelids. Only this time, his mouth closed on one of
them, his hands moving behind her back to press her tightly into him. His tongue laved over the tiny tip, wetting
it, soaking it, worshipping it. He felt
her hands stroke through his hair again and he moved to her other breast,
pulling the tip in and sucking fiercely.
A harsh groan
burst out of Luke and his body convulsed, once, twice and then again, emptying
his desire against the side of the shower.
A Jedi knows no passion, his old master’s voice echoed faintly in his
head. “Shut up, Yoda,” he moaned
against the shower wall. “You never met
Mara Jade.”
Chapter Seven
When Luke
came out of the shower a few minutes later, some of his clothes were already
lying on the bed. He walked over, a
little surprised, yet pleased at that same time. Mara had taken the time to rummaged through his closet and set
out his clothes for him. A pair of
black formal trousers lay nestled against a silky white dress shirt with four
lines of delicate loinae lace running down its front. Near it laid a jacket he had forgotten he owned. It was dark gray and short-waisted with two
longer tails in the back. Thin, red
piping circled the end of the sleeves and around the high stiff collar. He had bought the jacket on a whim and had
worn it only once many years before at one of the ceremonial events after the
Alliance had defeated the Empire. He
sighed, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the formality. After all, he was just a farmboy from a
dustbowl planet, and deep down, that’s all he would ever be.
He glanced at
the door to the living area knowing that Mara was there, waiting for him to
dress before she could have her turn in the bedroom. He pulled on his clothes quickly, then took just a bit more time
to comb his flaxen hair before the big mirror in the refresher. Mara had actually done a great job on it, as
good as any barber he had been to. It
might still be a bit long on the top, but...well...that was
understandable. He had spent almost all
his time in the shower wondering what in Hoth they were going to say to one
another. But the more he thought about it, the more he decided that knowing
Mara, the details of what had happened in the living area would never be a
topic of conversation between them.
That wouldn’t keep him from thinking about it, though. Something had happened between them that was
affecting him greatly, and he was unsure if it had affected her at all. But he was too honest a person not to admit
that his feelings for Mara had been steadily growing over the past few
months. He had been attracted to her
from the very first, even when she had stared at him with all that hate in her
eyes and a blaster pointed at his heart when they had been in the forest on
Myrkr. Yet, he had sensed even then
that there was something special about her.
They had a certain affinity between them that he had never experienced
before with anyone. The closest he
could compare it to was his link with Leia.
But Leia was his sister, and his feelings for Mara were anything but
brotherly.
When Luke
opened the door of the bedroom and walked out into the living area, he was
shocked to realize that Mara wasn’t there.
He hurried into the kitchen, knowing even as he did so that he wouldn’t
find her. As he moved back into the
living area, panic began to boil inside the pit of his stomach. Surely, she couldn’t have left. But he knew in his heart that she was very
capable of doing just that.
With a
sinking feeling, he caught sight of a blinking light on his comlink station and
he knew it was a message from her. He
walked slowly over, dreading it the whole way, and keyed in the code.
“Skywalker,”
Mara’s voice filled the room. “I’ve
gone over to the YT for my clothes.
I’ll dress on the ship. When
you’re ready, why don’t you come by and we’ll leave from there.”
The relief he
felt as her words sunk in, stunned him so much he had to sit down. The fact that he could feel such a sense of
despair, such desolation over the idea that she could have left again without
even a word was a revelation in itself.
His crystal blue eyes were wide, yet he saw nothing but the secrets in
his heart. Loving Mara Jade had not
been something he had set out to do, nor anything he had ever planned on. But it existed now, as deep and as abiding
as anything he had ever felt or would ever feel again.
Luke put his
elbows on the comlink desk, rested his head in the palms of his hands and
stared at the beige carpet of the living area.
He didn’t suppose that anything was ever going to be easy for him in his
life. Nothing so far had been, so why
had he thought that falling in love with someone would be simple,
uncomplicated, and straightforward.
He leaned
back in the chair. If by sheer luck he were
able to convince Mara to share his life, living with her would not always be
easy. More than likely, it would be a
daily challenge that would push him to his limits. They were both too stubborn,
too quick-tempered, and too full of angst and regret for past mistakes. But if this was to be his fate, he knew he
would embrace it with all his being. He
loved her, he literally adored her, and there wasn’t any use in denying it any
longer.
When Luke got
to the small freighter, he found that she had left down the entry ramp, and he
walked on, calling her name. She
answered him from her sleeping quarters, so he turned and entered the room by
its open door, briefly appreciating its warm softness and art décor.
He stopped
abruptly when he saw her sitting at a tiny vanity across the small room. Their eyes caught in the large mirror behind
it and a thousand things were revealed in that glance, although unspoken either
by mouth or through the Force.
Luke moved
farther into the room until he was beside her, and she stood to meet him. “You look beautiful, Mara,” he said softly,
meaning every word and fighting the desire to touch her. Her hair had been unbraided and pulled up
onto her head in long, elegant curls that caressed the back of her neck and the
sides of her face. Small, sparkling
pieces of glitter were sprinkled randomly throughout her hair and warred with
the glorious natural radiance in which they nested.
She was
wearing a long, emerald green gown, form-fitting with one long slit that rose
to the thigh on her right leg. The
neckline plunged, exposing enough cleavage to cause Luke to swallow abruptly,
memories of those breasts swaying in front of his eyes all too new.
She smiled
shyly up at him. “You’re look rather
handsome yourself, Farmboy.” And then
her eyes dropped and she stepped away from him, his nearness a little too
intoxicating.
“Luke, I...”
she started, but he stopped her, raising his fingers to her lips. “Mara, I know we have many things that we
need to discuss, but I want us to have all the time we need...not have a party
or reception hanging over us when we do.
Let’s get this reception over tonight and then we’ll talk.”
Mara searched
his face with her eyes and even tentatively reached out with the Force to touch
him mind, trying to assess his emotions, but then she stopped, worried that he
would resent her probing.
She was so
confused, and a bit frightened at what had occurred between them and frightened
where it all might be leading. She had
so little experience in what one could call a real relationship. And for them, there were so many problems,
so many complications...but he was right.
Now wasn’t the time to discuss it.
She
smiled. “Well, let’s go and impress the
guests, Farmboy.”
“After you,
my fair lady,” he replied, taking her hand and sliding it though his arm. They walked out of the freighter and headed
for the Great Temple.
***************************
The party was
in full swing with they entered the Great Hall. With all that had happened in the evening, they were more than
fashionable late, but it probably couldn’t have worked out better if they had
tried to arrange it. They stood in the
center of the huge double doors to the giant room. Their appearance created such
a sensation that the entire reception came to a grinding standstill while every
eye in the place focused on them.
“Told you we
would knock them dead,” Mara murmured, pressing a little closer to him. After all, these people had to think that
Luke Skywalker was her man, and maybe, maybe just for this evening, she’d
actually let herself believe it a little too.
Luke squeezed
her hand on his arm, smiling and nodding to each person as they walked into the
great hall. People were whispering and
pointing at them as they made their way across the huge room. Luke was uncomfortable as always at being
the center of attention, but then saw someone who made him sigh with
relief. “Look,” he whispered. “There’s Noimi.” Then his voice changed noticeably, “and that’s the general and
his wife with her.”
Mara couldn’t
believe her eyes. “That’s the
general?” She asked in utter
astonishment. The small human male next
to Noimi, the older woman who served as Luke’s joint communication
officer/cook, had to be a centimeter or two shorter than Mara. He was so corpulent the buttons of his dress
uniform were strained to their maximum extent.
*Size matters not,* Luke murmured in her head, steering
her in that direction.
*Watch yourself.*
*What do you think he’s going to do,
Skywalker, jump me in front of everybody,* Mara retorted with
a chuckle.
Noimi’s smile
almost split her face when she saw them.
“Jedi Skywalker and Miss Jade, we are so glad you were able to make
it.” Luke flinched a little at the
slight admonishment in her voice, feeling guilty that he had left everything to
her.
“I’m sorry,
Noimi, we were a little detained,” Luke smiled, taking her hand and holding it
gently, not wanting her to be upset with him.
Apparently,
he succeeded because Noimi’s smile widened even further and then she turned to
the man beside her. “Have you met the
General yet, Luke?”
Luke glanced
at Diaishuut and said, a bit coolly, “Yes, I have and how are you,
General?” He couldn’t bring himself to
welcome the man, but he was doing his best to be polite. But the general hardly noticed at him; his
eyes were firmly fixated on Mara. Luke
cleared his throat, “May I introduce my very good friend, Mara Jade.”
The general’s
eyes roamed all over Mara, as if he was mentally undressing her, one piece of
clothing at a time.
*See what I mean,* Luke snapped in Mara’s mind. *The
man’s a Hutt in disguise.*
*I’m beginning to get the idea,* Mara answered, her face trying not to
mirror her distaste as the general took her hand. *You’re right,* she laughed. *But I think he looks much more like Bubo!*
Luke did his best to smother his laughter at Mara’s referral to the bug-eyed, frog-like creature who had been a spy for Jabba the Hutt.
“I must say,
Skywalker, you certainly know how to surround yourself with beautiful women,”
the general smirked. “First, that
gorgeous sister of yours and now this beauty.”
The general tried to pull Mara closer, but she resisted, politely
removing her hand from his. Very
pointedly, she moved it, so that her two hands linked over Luke’s arm.
“How nice of
you, General Diaishuut,” she said sweetly and gazed up at Luke adoringly,
acting for all she was worth.
Noimi entered
the conversation again. “I’m sure you
would like to meet the general’s wife.”
She turned to the woman next to her.
“Mrs. Diaishuut, may I present Luke Skywalker and Mara Jade.”
Mara blinked
her eyes, her expression revealing her surprise. The woman was at least five centimeters taller than Luke and as
thin as a durasteel railing. Her face reflected
a haughty, superior attitude and the pinched nose of a very unhappy person.
*Luke,*
Mara whispered in astonishment in his mind. *Can you believe they’re married?*
After some
cursory words of greeting, the general’s wife ignored them.
“Well, if it
isn’t Mara Jade herself and in the company of the hero, Luke Skywalker, no
less,” a voice interrupted them. “Now,
who would have ever believed that?”
They turned to see a humanoid male, with long dark strands of coarse hair and enormous brown and gold eyes. Mara all but gasped, “P’faaru!”
*Who’s that?*
Luke asked in her mind, wondering at her startled expression.
*He’s the reporter who was in my
apartment,* Mara explained in astonishment. *The
one I found going through my things.*
*This just keeps getting more and more
interesting, doesn’t it?* Luke replied, looking the holo-reporter
over.
P’faaru
grinned, showing some large fine-pointed blue teeth. “Surprised to see me, Jade?
A few days in the bacta tank had me as good as new, no thanks to you.”
“I wouldn’t
have hurt you, P’faaru, if you hadn’t been sneaking around in my apartment in
the dead of night,” Mara replied tartly.
To her
surprise, the holo-reporter nodded.
“Yes, I suppose I deserved everything I got. I shouldn’t have done that.”
He looked over at Luke and grinned.
“It appears as if I had just waited a little while I would have gotten
my story anyway.”
“What’s that
supposed to mean,” Mara questioned warily.
“Well, just
look at you two,” the humanoid answered smugly. “After all that denying and renouncing on Coruscant, I come to
this backward jungle of a planet and find you playing house.” He grinned unabashedly at them. “Lucky I decided to come on this little trip
with the dear old general, isn’t it?”
“Look...,”
Luke said, taking a step towards him.
“No, Luke,”
Mara said, warning him. She slipped
away from Luke and took the holo-reporter’s arm. “Why don’t we dance, P’faaru, and we’ll talk about it.”
The
humanoid’s toothy grin got larger. “Sounds
like a good plan to me, Jade. Just
promise you won’t hurt me,” he teased, half-serious.
Mara
laughed. “I never make promises I can’t
keep, P’faaru.”
The
holo-reporter put his big head back and barked out a string of hoots and
squeals, obviously his species’ version of laughter. “There is never a dull moment with you, Jade, is there? But you know, I think I’ll take my chances.
One would have to be a fool to pass up the chance to dance with you.” He offered her a long, thin arm and off they
went to the crowded dance floor.
Luke watched
them leave with disgust. He had wanted
the first dance with Mara.
“Quite a
woman you got there, Skywalker,” a voice intruded on his thoughts.
“I bet she
keeps you plenty busy in bed, doesn’t she?”
Luke turned to
find Diaishuut beside him. “Tell me, General, do you have to practice being
crude or does it just come naturally?”
Diaishuut
smiled nastily. “Watch out, Jedi boy,
don’t forget who you’re talking to.”
Luke
scratched his ear and looked the general directly in the eye. “Oh, I don’t think I’d be able to forget
that.”
“You think
you’re quite something, don’t you, boy, you and that smart-mouth sister of
yours, but one of these days, you’re going to get exactly what you deserve,”
Diaishuut spit out viciously.
Luke frowned,
a bit puzzled by Diaishuut’s obviously intense dislike, but not wanting things
to develop into a confrontation, he only said, “I’m sure we’ll all get what we
deserve in the end, General. Now, if
you will excuse me, Noimi promised me a dance.”
Chapter 8
Mara was
surprised at the skill of the holo-reporter who twirled her around the dance
floor so expertly. He was tall and
lanky, and Mara’s head barely reached his chest, but they moved together very
well and she was enjoying herself. It
had been a long time since she had danced with anyone so talented.
The humanoid
dipped her low over his arm and then spun her a few times as they glided across
the floor, skillfully avoiding the other dancers. “So, Jade, what do you have to tell me?”
Mara put on
her most innocent face. “Nothing, P’faaru, nothing at all.”
“You're
fracturing both my hearts, Jade,” P’faaru grinned, capably swinging her around
again. “You know the news is going to
break eventually, so why not give me an exclusive. Then you won’t have to deal with the rest of that pack of Ewok
sniffers over there.” He nodded over
her head to where a mixed group of humans and aliens had gathered in the
corner.
“All of those
people are holo-reporters?” Mara
gasped, sizing up the group. There had
to be more than a dozen.
“Yes, the
illustrious general requested a full allotment from most of the New Republic
press corp,” P’faaru told her. He
glanced down at her, lifting one of his very bushy eyebrows. “Do you suppose he thought we might find a
good story here?”
“I have no
idea what the general was thinking, P’faaru,” Mara said darkly, some of her
enjoyment in the dance fading away. “As far as I know, the general had no idea
I was here. Besides, with his ego, I
would think he wouldn’t want to share the limelight.”
“I tend to
agree with you, my dear,” P’faaru concurred. He glanced over at the general who
was staring angrily at Luke Skywalker as he danced somewhat awkwardly with his
communication officer. “The general
definitely wants more than his fair share of attention.” P’faaru did a rather complicated dance
sequence that Mara followed perfectly.
He grinned down at her, appreciating their dance and complimenting her
about it. “Well done, Jade.” Then his smile faded as he seemed to come to
a quick decision. “You know, Mara, if I
were you, I’d stay away from the general...you and Skywalker would do well to
avoid him.”
Mara looked
up at him in surprise. “Why do you say
that?”
P’faaru
sighed. “It’s nothing I can put my
finger on, but all the way here from Coruscant, he kept making...well, I
suppose you would characterize them as mildly derogatory remarks.”
Mara couldn’t
keep the astonishment from her face.
“About Luke and me? Why would
he...he hardly knows us.”
“He did mention
you both a few times,” P’faaru said, his brow wrinkled with concentration. “But I had the feeling it was more about the
Jedi order than you two in particular.”
Mara glanced
over at the rotund figure of the general.
“That’s very interesting, P’faaru.
I’m glad you told me.”
“Enough to
consider you might owe me something?” P’faaru grinned.
“Owe you
something?” Mara repeated cautiously.
Giving a
huge, exaggerated sigh, P’faaru intoned, “A story, Jade, a story. Surely you haven’t forgotten!”
Mara laughed
out loud. “You never give up, do you?”
“Of course
not, my dear. I wouldn’t get very far
in my profession if I did!”
P’faaru
laughed with her.
Suddenly, the
music ended and they found themselves standing near one of the huge bay doors that
led out to one of the many balconies that surrounded the Great Hall.
“I’ll tell
you what, P’faaru, when and if there is a story, I’ll make sure you get an
exclusive on it,” Mara offered, deciding that she rather liked him after
all. Just for a moment, she felt a
twinge of guilt over hurting him so badly when she had found him in her
apartment on Coruscant.
P’faaru
studied her for quite a long moment, then said, “I’m going to have to settle
for that, aren’t I?”
Mara nodded,
smiling at him gently.
He sighed,
then lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed it with his large lips. “Thank you, my dear, for a lovely
dance. Perhaps we can share another
again sometime?”
“I’d like
that, P’faaru,” Mara told him, meaning it literally. “Now, I think I’ll go out on the balcony for some nice, fresh air
and a few moments to myself.”
P’faaru
nodded and left her to join some of his colleagues across the room.
Mara wandered
out on the balcony.
**********
For once, in
the hot, humid climate of Yavin IV, a breeze was blowing. It felt wonderful against Mara’s skin, which
was slightly damp from the exertion of dancing.
She walked to
the edge of the balcony, which wasn’t really all that high, no more than
fifteen or twenty meters from the ground, and leaned against the duracrete
railing. The wind lifted her curls back
from her face and she closed her eyes, enjoying it.
The night was
loud and electric with the jungle sounds of Yavin IV. It teemed with life as the nocturnal creatures went about their
usual concerns.
Mara leaned a
little farther out over the railing, peering into the darkness, trying to catch
a glimpse of some of Yavin’s more exotic organisms.
“I find it
all just too interesting, you know.” The unfamiliar voice intruded on Mara’s solitude
and she wasn’t happy about it, as she was enjoying her few moments alone. She was even more unhappy when she turned
and found the little general standing only a short distance away.
She leaned
her back against the railing, and asked with a sigh, “And what do you find so
interesting, General Diaishuut?”
He walked a
little closer. “You Jedi, of
course. You have such intriguing
talents. What were you doing now,
conversing with the mass of tropical animals below?”
Mara frowned
slightly, puzzled about where this conversation was leading. “I can’t talk with animals, General.” She waved her hand at the jungle. “I was just appreciating life at its
fullest.”
He joined her
at the railing. “So you can’t talk with
them, but you can make them do things if you want, right? Things against their will. You can even make sentient beings do things
you wished them to do, whether they want to or not. Isn’t that true?”
Mara moved
away a little along the railing, turned, and peered down into the well of darkness
below. “Some Jedi have the power to
suggest things, I suppose,” she murmured, not willing to admit much.
“Suggest!” the general exclaimed scornfully. “You seriously don’t expect me to believe
that it’s as simple as that!”
There was an
uncomfortable few moments of silence between them, with the cries and calls of
the Yavin nightlife the only sounds.
Finally, the
general slid his short, plump body along the railing until he was next to Mara
again. He had a peculiar expression
when he turned to her, his eyes wandering over her face and body. “So, Miss Jade, how long have you and
Skywalker been an item? For some time
now? I suppose, when one thinks about
it, it was only a matter of time.”
“Time,
General?” Mara asked quizzically.
“Of course.
Jedi have always gravitated toward one another for relationships. What history we have left of them speaks of
those strong, binding associations.”
“You make it
sound like a business deal, General,” Mara returned smartly.
He turned so
his side was to the railing and he could see Mara’s face. “Business deal? Far from it, I’m sure.”
He leaned a little closer to her and Mara fought not to move away. There was something not right about the
general, something that caused her danger sense to flare ever so slightly, even
though he had done his best to keep from giving her that impression. Mara watched him warily, though she tried
hard not to show it.
“I expect
that the Jedi turn to each other because of what they can share in the bedroom,
don’t you think, my dear?” the general continued, watching her closely.
Mara’s green
eyes narrowed. “I don’t have any idea
what you’re talking about, General.”
“Oh, come
now, Miss Jade. First the Emperor’s plaything
and now Skywalker’s.” The general pushed himself away from the railing, his
hands rushing forward and gripping Mara about her waist. “You probably know
every erotic Jedi trick in the book.”
Mara couldn’t
believe her ears. “General,” she
warned, a vision of removing his hands, not from her body, but his, dancing in
her mind.
He
interrupted her in a breathy rush.
“Skywalker’s just a boy though, so he probably can’t teach you very
much.” The General tightened his grasp
and pulled Mara toward him. “I’m sure
you do all the teaching with him, but with Palpatine...” The general’s hot,
excited breath scorched Mara’s cheek.
“Listen, Jade, why don’t you show me the things you learned from the
Emperor? I'm sure I could really make
it worth your while.”
That did
it. Mara had been warring with herself
on just how to handle this delicate, little situation with the general. After all, it was only a few hours ago that
she had shouted and yelled like a crazed mynock because Luke hadn’t wanted to
come to the welcoming reception. So it
certainly wouldn’t do for her to break the General’s pudgy little neck for him,
would it? And what sort of scandal
would it cause for Luke’s Jedi school?
But that last remark from the tubby general was too much and Mara found
the inner battle taking a decidedly sharp shift. So, with a little push from
the Force, she threw him out over the balcony to let him hang in mid-air, like
a trussed up dinko, above the huge, jungle trees of Yavin.
*Luke!* she shouted through the Force. *Get out here!*
Standing and
talking with a group of minor officers who had accompanied the general on his
trip to Yavin, Luke was smiling and in mid-sentence when his head suddenly
jerked up and his eyes glazed over. *What’s wrong?* he sent as he started
quickly towards the balcony, leaving the group of men to watch after him in
puzzlement.
*Just get out here. We’ve got a problem!*
Luke tried
not to appear as if he was running across the dance floor, but he did move as
rapidly as possible towards the balcony.
He came to an abrupt halt after he passed through the big, heavy bay
doors.
Mara was
standing near the railing, her right arm extended from her body and shaking
visibly. A trickle of sweat rolled down
the side of her face. “I can’t hold him
much longer, although it might be a good idea if I just let him fall,” she
said, her voice betraying the strain she was under.
“Who are you
talking about?” Luke asked as he walked
towards her. That’s when he saw
him. “Emperor’s bones, Mara, what are
you doing?” he gasped, as the general’s floating body slowly began to drift
downward.
“Skywalker,
get me down from here,” the general snarled. His arms and legs were flailing
about, making him look remarkably like an insect stuck through with a pin.
“You had
better take him and quickly,” Mara gasped.
“If he keeps moving around like that, I’m going to drop him.”
Luke extended
his arm and the general suddenly ascended a meter or so into the air. “What did he do?” Luke asked Mara, ignoring
the sputtering and stammering general who was cursing them in what seemed to be
several different languages.
Mara’s
trembling arm dropped and she sagged against the balcony railing. Using that much Force always left her a bit
weak, and she took a moment to regain her composure. Wiping the sweat from her cheek with her hand, she said simply,
“He made me mad.”
Luke shot the
general a dirty look and quickly let him fall a meter or two to just above the
treetops. “Skywalkerrrr!” the portly Diaishuut
screamed, before his sudden stop choked his cry off.
Luke flinched
at the noise the general was making and was glad that the music was so loud
coming through the bay doors. As he
watched the general, anger suddenly cruised through him. He looked back at Mara
and snarled, “Did he touch you?” If
that nasty little man had had the nerve to...
“No, no, not
really,” Mara told him quickly, staring curiously at him. “He never had the chance. It was more what he said than anything
else.”
Just for a moment,
Luke took his gaze from the general and looked at Mara. “Come here,” he ordered.
Mara lifted
an eyebrow at his tone, but decided now wasn’t the time to argue over it. She moved over until she was slightly in
front of him.
He looked her
directly in the eye. “Did he touch
you?” he asked again.
Puzzled, Mara
shook her head. “He put his hands on my
waist, but that wasn’t really anything.
It was just that he made some rather inappropriate remarks. I didn’t let him get any farther than
that.” She waved her hand towards the
jungle. “I put him out there before he
had a chance.”
Luke nodded,
transferring his attention back to the general. Very slowly, he lifted the general until he was even with the
balcony again, and Luke brought him gently over the railing and deposited him
onto the floor about five meters from where he and Mara were standing.
The general
was furious, his puffy face red and blotchy with anger. “You...you Jedi freaks,” he growled
viciously. “So help me, I will see the
end of all of you. The Emperor was
right when he rid the galaxy of your kind.
You’re nothing but a monstrosity, an accident of nature, and you should
have been put to sleep when you were born.
Both of you...and that sister of yours, too!” He glared at them, straightened out his uniform and stomped
through the doors into the ballroom.
He left
behind one stunned and one not-so-surprised Jedi.
“You know,”
Mara said wonderingly. “I have heard of
it, but I think it’s really the first time I’ve ever encountered it.”
“What’s
that?” Luke asked softly, acutely aware
of how close she was standing. He took
her hand and pulled her to him. He
didn’t want to think about the general.
The man had done so many despicable things in the past, that nothing
concerning him surprised Luke anymore.
Mara looked
up at him in astonishment as his arm went around her waist. “Pre...Prejudice,” she stammered, spellbound
by the intense look in his eyes.
“Prejudice towards the Jedi,” she finished with a rush.
“Don’t worry
about it. Most people aren’t like him,”
Luke whispered as his head bent towards her.
“Did he hurt you?” he breathed, his lips only a fraction away from hers.
She shook her
head slightly, as mesmerized as a womprat in the headlights of a
landspeeder. “No,” she whispered so
softly he didn’t even hear it. Her lips
opened slightly when his hungry mouth closed over them, and all coherent
thought vanished in a cloud of vaporized smoke.
He pulled her
tightly against him; his mouth crushing hers, as if something he had been
holding inside had finally been released.
He squeezed her so firmly it was almost painful, but she didn’t
complain. She laid her hands against
his chest and then wandered them slowly up until they passed over his strong
shoulders and around to his back, pulling him even closer.
She had been
kissed before, mainly experiments in intellectual curiosity on her part, but
nothing in her life had ever prepared her for kissing this Jedi. His emotions
flooded into her, her barriers slapped down before she had even thought of
raising them...burning desire, intense longing, seething need and something so
powerful her mind flinched from it.
She pushed
away from him, gasping, “Luke?”
But he didn’t
give her a chance to say anything else.
“Shhh...” he whispered, his hand going to the back of her head, pulling
her to him again and holding her steady as he covered her mouth once more with
his. And suddenly, the self-confident,
self-assured, always-in-control Mara Jade vanished somewhere over the balcony
railing, disappearing into the Yavin jungle below. Left behind was a quivering,
shaking woman who opened her mouth and welcomed the tongue of the man she knew
instinctively was meant to be her lover.
Chapter 9
The kiss
seemed to last forever and when it ended, they were gasping for breath and
clinging to one another. The extent of
the emotion between them had taken them both by surprise. And finally, albeit reluctantly, Mara pulled
away.
They stared
intently at one another, at a loss for what to say. Mara eventually moved to the balcony railing again, apparently
finding something terribly interesting in the jungle below.
Luke moved up
beside her. “Mara,” he said softly, and
put his hand on her shoulder, turning her towards him. “That...that was incredible.”
A slight pink
colored Mara’s cheeks. “Well, that’s
all well and good, Farmboy, but I don’t think that was part of the agreement,
was it?” she said, stepping away from
his hand. The kiss had touched her like
no other she had ever experienced, but it also frightened her. Just what was she getting herself into? And was she ready for what a kiss like that
could lead to?
Luke watched
her move away, and then followed her.
“If we are to convince everyone we’re a couple, Mara, then I suppose we
have to kiss occasionally,” he rationalized; knowing the kiss they shared had
nothing to do with their little charade of pretending to be a couple. If he had his way, kissing and a lot more
would be all they would spend their time doing. Something about Mara moved him more than any other woman he had
ever been close to, and if it were left up to him, their friendship would
deepen into a much more meaningful relationship.
She
laughed. “I know we have to kiss, but
it should be when and where people can see us, right? Well Luke,” she waved her hand around the vacant balcony,
“there‘s no one around but us, and kissing...kissing like that when we are
alone was not part of the bargain.”
“Mara, you
can’t tell me you weren’t touched by that kiss,” Luke argued softly, stepping
closer to her. “You can’t tell me you
didn’t feel something, too. Forget the
bargain...I think it’s time we talk about us.”
“Us?” She turned to look up at him in
astonishment. Yet there was something
else Luke could see deep in her eyes, something she couldn’t quite hide...hope,
expectation, wistfulness? He smiled
gently, placing his hands on the sides of her face. “Yes, us.”
Behind them,
careening through the open bay doors, came a group of the young people who served
as workers on the academy construction site.
Laughing too loudly, too exuberantly, and bouncing crazily off one
another, they failed to notice Luke and Mara until the one in the lead stopped
abruptly, causing the others to bump into him.
“Oh, sorry,
Mr. Skywalker,” Teco, the oldest boy in the group, said. “We didn’t mean to
interrupt.” He waved his hand at the others, urging them to be quiet. Quickly, they complied, but their curiosity
was almost palpable in the heavy night air.
Mara turned
away and Luke stepped in front of her, hiding her from their concerted
gaze. “It’s alright, Teco, we were just
going in for a dance, weren’t we, my love?”
He took Mara’s hand and gently pulled her towards the doors.
As they
entered the Great Hall, the reception was at its height, dancers zigzagging
about the floor to loud music and laughter.
At their entrance, most of the eyes in the place centered on them again.
Mara sighed
heavily. “I don’t think I’ll ever get
used to being so...stared at. First all
those kids, and now this.”
“Just ignore
it. After awhile, you don’t even notice
anymore,” Luke told her, sweeping her suddenly onto the dance floor.
Mara
struggled for a moment, trying to match his steps, then fell perfectly into
rhythm with him. “You know, Skywalker,”
she said sternly, “you’re suppose to ask a woman to dance, not just drag her
into the middle of the floor.”
He grinned
down at her, turning her expertly.
She lifted an
eyebrow. “Not bad, Farmboy. Where did you learn to dance like this?”
The music was
one of those songs that wasn’t particularly slow, nor particularly fast, a
simple and uncomplicated rhythm that was easy to follow. “Leia thought I should have a few lessons
after she saw me attempting to dance at one of the government receptions she
forced me to attend,” Luke told her, humming a little with the music.
“I would
never have believed it after seeing you dance with Noimi earlier,” Mara joked,
enjoying the feel of his arms around her again.
“I suspect
it’s the change in partners that makes all the difference,” Luke countered,
pulling her closer.
To their
mutual regret, the song ended, and Mara stepped out of his arms, turning to
walk off the dance floor, but Luke took her hand and pulled her back to him.
“Wait...one more, please? I’ve been
waiting all night to dance with you, Mara.”
His eyes were
mischievous, teasing, and Mara smiled in spite of herself. “Alright, but after this, I think we should
go. It’s getting late, and we’ve
probably made enough of an impression on this group.”
To their
surprise, the lights dimmed and a slow, romantic melody started. Mara’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You
didn’t have anything to do with that, did you?” she accused.
Luke laughed
aloud. “Now, Mara, how could I have done
anything about the music?” He pulled
her into his arms, sliding his hands around her waist and nestling her against
his chest. “Come on, put your arms
around my neck and let’s dance.”
Mara wasn’t
totally convinced, but she complied, easing her hands around him to clasp them
together at his nape.
He smiled
down at her, his big blue eyes caressing her, and Mara took a long, deep
breath. She was a bit surprised at
Luke, not quite believing that the Farmboy she thought she knew would be so
good at the somewhat intimate banter couples exchanged. Yet, she was pleased too, appreciating his
confidence and strength.
She laid her
head on his shoulder, listening to the husky voice of the female singer.
‘In a way I
know my heart is waking up
As all the
walls come tumblin’ down
Closer than
I’ve ever felt before and I know and you know
There’s no
need for words right now...’
Mara wasn’t
surprised when she felt Luke’s head turn and nuzzle against her hair. The song was slow and romantic, and their bodies
moved easily together. She closed her
eyes as Luke turned her gently. They
were hardly dancing, just swaying really.
She sighed and opened her eyes, then stiffened abruptly. Not far away, along the wall, stood General
Diaishuut. It didn’t take any Jedi
power to sense the anger and hatred emitting from him.
“What is
it?” Luke whispered, not understanding
why she had gone so rigid.
“The
general,” she whispered back, turning her face into Luke’s neck. “I don’t think he’s very happy with us.”
“Where is
he?” Luke sighed. Was that man going to
continually try to ruin their evening?
“Over against
the wall,” Mara mumbled and Luke turned her until her back faced the wall. The look the two men exchanged was not
pleasant and Luke had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time they would have to
deal with the general. But then Luke
casually danced on, effectively ignoring the general, and moving them away
until they were far across the room.
“Forget him,”
Luke murmured, caressing her hair with his lips. “Let’s just dance and forget him...forget them all.” He hugged her tighter to him and Mara locked
her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his. They were virtually in an embrace, the
dancing almost forgotten as they were caught up once more in the slow, dreamy
song.
‘Cause I can
feel you breathe, it’s washing over me
Suddenly I’m
melting into you
There’s
nothing left to prove, baby, all we need is just to be
Caught up in
the touch, the slow and steady rush
And baby,
isn’t that the way that love’s supposed to be
I can feel
you breathe
Just breathe
I can feel
the magic floating in the air
Being with
you gets me that way...’
“Mara,” Luke
whispered, rubbing his face against her hair, squeezing her against him. They weren’t moving anymore, just holding
tightly to one another. He wanted to
kiss her so badly, it was an ache deep in his gut. “Mara,” he whispered again, hoping she would lift her face to
him. Never had anyone felt so good in
his arms, so light, like a feather.
Mara tilted
her head back, her heart pounding in her chest, and the blue and green of their
eyes blazed into one another. “Mara,”
he breathed and their mouths came together as if pulled by magnets. The kiss was wonderful, and they had just
begun to enjoy it, savoring the taste of each other, when a flurry of bright,
dazzling lights burst upon them.
They tore
their mouths apart, blinking in the sudden brilliant explosions, and then
froze. Somewhere, somehow, in the middle
of that slow and seductive song, they had levitated right off the dance
floor! They were at least two meters in
the air, staring in startled surprise at the group of laughing, excited people
below them. Holo-reporters lifted their
holo-cameras above their heads for better shots and the flashes went off in
their faces again.
“Luke, put us
down,” Mara gasped quickly, her cheeks as red as her hair.
Slowly, they
descended and Mara glanced at Luke, only to find him fighting hard to keep from
laughing. “Don’t you dare,” she warned
him.
They touched
the floor and the first person Mara saw was P’faaru, his holo-cameraman
clicking away beside him. The big
humanoid touched his large fingers to his lips and blew her a kiss. “Thanks, Jade,” she heard him say over the
laughter.
She glared at
him, a pleasant vision of him floating in bacta again entering her mind, but
then the humor of the situation got to her and she stifled a laugh. It was their own fault; they couldn’t blame
anyone else. She grabbed Luke’s hand
and tugged him along with her. “Come
on, let’s get out of here before any more disasters happen!”
Luke couldn’t
hold it in anymore and he burst into laughter, causing her to join him. Giggling together like a couple of naughty
kids, they ran lightly through the big open doors of the Great Hall and
disappeared into the night.
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Neither of
them could have explained how they made it back to Luke’s apartment. They had some vague and foggy memories of
somehow slipping away from the reception and twirling each other around in some
amorous dance as they made their way across the courtyard only to stop in the
shadows of the buildings to kiss and cuddle and giggle. Finally, they were at his door. As soon as it opened, Luke pushed Mara
through it and then against the wall of the living area, devouring her mouth as
if it were his only lifeline to existence.
He groaned
hoarsely, his body so inflamed it was painful.
He tore his mouth from hers and buried his face in her neck, grimacing
as if in agony. He had to regain some
measure of control or soon he would find himself dragging her into the bedroom
by her gorgeous hair. He closed his
eyes and concentrated on several Jedi calming techniques, finally feeling a
sense of relaxation.
Her hand
nestled at the nape of his neck and she turned her head, her lips caressing his
cheek. “Luke?” Mara whispered huskily, her voice heavy from
all the ardent kissing.
He smiled
against her neck. He loved the way she
said his name, and he struggled to resist the impulse to pull and suck at the
tender skin beneath his mouth. He moved
his head until his forehead rested against hers.
“Luke?” she
asked again, rubbing her face against his, around and around, sensuously, like
a Corellian sand panther might its mate.
Never in her life had she felt so close to anyone, so intimate, so tied,
as if they were two halves of a whole.
She was intoxicated by it, so drunk with the feeling that she was
physically reeling, clinging to him to simply stay on her feet. She just wanted to be with him, exist in
him, as close as two beings could possible be.
“It’s all
right,” he murmured against her lips, their breaths mingling. Suddenly, he slid an arm behind her knees
and lifted her against his chest. A few steps across the room, and he sat on
the couch, holding her in his lap.
Her arms
snaked their way around his neck again, and she sighed heavily, her head on his
shoulder. “What are we doing, Luke?”
“Still dancing?”
he offered teasingly, and rubbed his cheek against hers.
She put her
hand against his head and turned him, so that her mouth brushed softly against
his. She smiled against his lips. “You know, Skywalker, I did a stint as a
professional dancer. I don’t remember
training for this particular dance.”
He pulled
away to look at her. The overhead
lights sparkled like diamonds in the emerald depths of her eyes. “You don’t?” he asked wonderingly.
“No,” she
whispered, her voice a warm caress. She
pulled herself even closer to him. “But
I’m willing to learn. Would you be my
teacher?”
“Mara?” Luke was having a hard time getting his
breath. He couldn’t believe what she was telling him, at least what he thought
she was telling him. “Mara,” he started
again. “Do you...I mean...you’ve
never...?”
He felt her
smile against his neck. “That’s right,
Farmboy. You’re going to be my first.”
He held her
away from him, his blue eyes searching her face. “Mara,” was all he could say, his emotions an enormously confused
jumble.
She leaned
her head to the side, watching him.
Finally, she pushed a strand of his sandy hair back from his damp
forehead. “Are you surprised?” she
asked softly.
“A little,”
Luke admitted. Afraid she would
misunderstand, he hastily started again “I mean...”
“You mean
that I have been knocking about the dregs of the galaxy with a bunch of
smugglers for years so I must have...”
It was his
turn to cut her off. “No, I didn’t mean
that.” He laughed slightly. “If there were ever a woman who could take
care of herself...” his voice trailed off.
He flushed slightly. “I just
thought...you know...”
She laid her
head back on his shoulder. “You thought
what?”
He sighed and
then mumbled uncomfortably.
“Well...Talon Karrde is an attractive man.”
Mara sat up
in his lap, her eyes wide and disbelieving.
“You actually believed I was sleeping with Karrde?” she asked, incredulously.
Luke hugged
her to him again. “Gods, Mara, any man
in the galaxy would give anything to sleep with you...Talon Karrde included.”
Mara suddenly
giggled, rubbing her face against his.
“Well, he did try once...”
Luke pulled
back a little and looked at her.
She laughed,
her hand sliding over his shoulder and tugging him to her again. “I quickly dissuaded
him of that idea.”
Luke slid
down on the couch, pulling her on top of him.
They kissed, soft, delicate little touches of their lips, their tongues
gently playing with one another. “You
didn’t hurt him very badly, did you?”
Luke finally asked, his darkened blue eyes dancing with mischief.
Mara tenderly
caught his bottom lip with her teeth, and then laughed softly, “Not really. After all, he is my boss.”
Luke ran his
fingers through her hair, and his smile slowly faded. “Mara,” he began seriously.
“It might have been better if you had...slept with him.” He broke off when she frowned heavily. “No...it’s just that, he’s probably a very
experienced man and...”
Mara quickly
moved off of him and sat up on the couch.
She glared down at Luke. “You
think he would be a better lover than you?”
Luke flushed
a dark red and sat up beside her. “I’ve
slept with women before, Mara, but I’m not...that experienced.” He looked at her and said earnestly, “I’m
afraid I’ll hurt you.”
Mara’s mouth
fell slightly open in astonishment as his words registered, and then she smiled
gently. “You still don’t get it, do
you, Farmboy?” She put her hands on
each side of his face. “Don’t you
understand, Luke? I’ve never wanted
anyone else. But I want you,” she whispered
softly. “I want you as much as you want
me.” Her eyes widened as a thought
occurred to her. “You do want me, don’t
you?” she asked, suddenly uncertain.
His arms went
around her and crushed her to him. “Oh,
gods, Mara, you’ll never know how much!”
“Then, show
me...Farmboy,” she whispered in his ear.
“Just show me.”
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For a long
time the only sounds in the living area were the soft, moist, open-mouthed
kisses of lovers intermingled with occasional gentle sighs and moans. Suddenly, it was no longer enough for either
of them and almost as one they stood and walked to the bedroom, arms wrapped
tightly around one another.
It was
delicious torture to slowly undress each other, hands lingering over all their
intimate places as clothing piled on the floor. At last they were nude and they stood next to the bed, just
holding one another tightly.
Luke rubbed
his cheek against Mara’s hair, pressing her against him. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his hands
beginning to roam over the planes of her back.
Mara tilted
her head back to look at him. “I want
to be,” she said softly, “for you.”
He caught her
mouth, kissing her with all the pent-up emotion in him. He took her shoulders and gently laid her on
the bed, climbing in beside her quickly.
She turned on
her side to greet him and her eyes wandered over his body. “You have an amazing body yourself,
Skywalker,” she teased.
He took her
hands and put them on his chest. “You
think so?” he asked.
She nodded,
her hands softly moving along his shoulders and side, and then sliding along
his abdomen. “Yes,” she breathed. “So muscular, so hard, so perfect.”
He leaned
over and kissed her again, plunging his tongue between her slightly parted
lips, ravishing her warmth. She
responded quickly, opening her mouth so that her tongue could duel with
his. The hands roaming over him were
setting him on fire and he fought himself for control. Slowly, he thought, we must go slowly. Reluctantly, he tore his mouth from hers and
buried his face in her neck, taking deep calming breaths. Finally, he gently laid her on her back and
rose up on his elbow to look at her.
The eyes peering at him through half-opened lids had turned a glowing,
deep green like the enormous oceans on Mon Calamari. He began to drown in them, mesmerized by her extent of her
passion.
He slid his
body against hers, and put his lips to one of her breasts, gently kissing the
soft, delicate skin. He pulled the
creamy flesh into his mouth, licking and wetting it, consciously avoiding the
hardening tip on the top.
Mara’s hands
gripped his shoulders, as she was consumed by the feelings he was arousing in
her. She threw her head back on the
pillow, squeezing her eyes shut. She
focused her concentration on each and every new sensation he was causing.
Luke took her
nipple into his mouth, pulling gently on it with his lips. A harsh moan erupted out of Mara, but he was
so lost, he barely heard her. Her
breast was so tender, so soft, its tip a light rose against her velvet
skin. He pulled more of it into his
mouth, rolled his tongue around and around it, then sucked fiercely.
Mara arched
beneath him, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Oh gods,” she groaned.
His fingers
slid down her side, across her abdomen and buried themselves in the curly
forest they found there.
Immediately,
Mara closed her legs, squeezing his hand between them, embarrassed by the warm
wetness he would find there.
“No...no,” he
whispered hoarsely. “Don’t hide yourself
from me...not ever. You’re the most
beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
He kissed her
again, over and over, his lips playing with hers, and slowly, she opened her
legs, allowing him access.
Luke rose up for
a moment, took one of her hands and placed it on his manhood. “Touch me,” he rasped. “Touch me please.”
Mara’s hand
slowly closed about it, and he expelled a shuddering sigh.
He’s so
smooth, she thought as his skin moved under her fingers, so warm, so hard. Although she didn’t have much experience
with men, she instinctively felt that he was larger than most. Her thumb rubbed across the tip, spreading
the fluid she found there. He
shuddered, gasping out his pleasure, and it both surprised and pleased her.
Luke
collapsed back onto her, gasping harshly and trapping her hand between
them. Gently, she let go of him, and
then he slid down her body, planting warm, moist kisses across her chest and
stomach. His hands moved to her thighs
and gently separated her legs. He slid
between them, kissing first along the inner thigh of one leg and then the
other, moving slowly upwards.
Mara began to
squirm on the bed, the powerful, intense feelings driving her wild. When his mouth touched her inner core, she
bolted almost upright, her fingers digging into his hair, her toes curling
under her feet. She was already so
sensitized that when his tongue caressed her, she exploded, her climax taking
her completely by surprise. She cried
out, her body convulsing and her legs wrapping tightly around his head, holding
him in place.
She fell back
on the bed, weak and defenseless. Her
body felt fluid, as if all her bones had dissolved.
Luke moved
back up her body, his own screaming for release. He pressed his mouth against her damp cheek.
“I’m dead,”
she whispered weakly.
He grinned,
his lips moving along her cheekbone.
“Not yet,” he said softly. “Don’t die yet.”
He settled
himself between her legs and eased carefully into her, slowly, giving her time
to adjust. He growled deep in his
throat, grimacing with the effort not to plunge and plunder. He heard her gasp and her arms went around
his waist, hugging him closely to her.
“It may hurt,
Mara,” he warned regretfully, pressing his face against hers, trying to comfort
her.
“It’s all
right,” she whispered, lifting her head and burying her face in his
shoulder. “I want you.”
He pushed and
she moaned. “I’m sorry,” he gasped
hoarsely. “I can’t stop...I just
can’t.” And he moved forward again,
slowly easing further into her.
Her eyes
opened and she gritted her teeth. It
stung, but it wasn’t too bad. Slowly,
she drew her knees toward her chest, opening herself, and he thrust in again,
crying out her name as he did so.
This time the
pain was quick, sharp, tearing and she arched off the bed, her fingernails
digging into his back. Stang it, she
thought. She had done every athletic
endeavor offered by Imperial Intelligence, trained in every form of
hand-to-hand combat, rode every four-legged beast in the galaxy that a saddle
could be thrown over and her damn hymen had still been intact. It wasn’t fair.
Luke turned
his mouth into her neck and caressed the soft skin with his tongue. He held
himself totally still to allow her body time to get use to him. It tore at him
to be causing her pain. His lips still pressed against her neck, and he
whispered. "Are you okay?”
She lay back,
pulling him with her. "It’s
alright, Luke," she moaned. "I want this." She braced herself in anticipation of his
next movement. He’s not even all the
way in yet, she thought, taking a deep breath as she felt his hips move
again. He would have to be big, she
thought ruefully.
He thrust
quickly this time, another hoarse groan escaping him, and Mara felt him slide
high and hard into her, until his hips bumped against hers. Then he collapsed on her, his body covering
her completely.
They lay
perfectly still, the only sound in the room, their harsh, ragged
breathing. Finally, Luke rose onto his
elbows and looked down at her. Gently,
he brushed the damp hair away from her forehead. He laid his cheek against hers and whispered again,
“There...there now...are you okay?”
Mara nodded
slightly in response, feeling as stuffed as a jubba bird during Freedom Day celebrations.
He pressed
soft, warm kisses along her face and ran his tongue along the line of her
jaw. “Beautiful, lovely Mara...my
Mara,” he breathed in her ear and caressed the tiny crevasses and hills he
found there.
Still, he
didn’t move.
Mara closed
her eyes, savoring the gentle caresses; chill bumps feathering across her
skin. Who in the galaxy would have
thought that an ear could be so sensitive?
Slowly, she relaxed and lowered her slender legs, sliding them along his
hips and pulling him to her.
“Luke...make
love to me,” she gasped, her hands roaming over his shoulders and back, feeling
the strength in his hard, corded muscles.
And he did.
He moved
gently at first, then more quickly, his breathing sounding harsh in her
ear. Memories flooded through her: Luke in the forest on Myrkr, pulling Artoo
behind him on a travois; Luke on Wayland, gently teaching her to levitate tiny
stones; and Luke, throwing his body in front of hers to protect her from the
Force lightning of the mad clone, Joruus C’baoth. She gripped him tightly, feeling him thrusting inside her,
steadily, rhythmically, time and time again.
And she welcomed it, relished it, her breathing becoming as harsh and
labored as his, her hips rising up to meet him.
Suddenly, the
Force seemed to crystallize around them, a bright, shining, glorious light,
surrounding them, enveloping them, encompassing them. They flowed into one another, like twin rivers merging into a
great ocean, and they became truly one.
Luke was Mara and Mara was Luke, one luminous, glowing, incandescent
being.
With a cry,
Luke erupted deep within her and Mara convulsed, her inner muscles gripping him
tightly, squeezing him, forcing their fluids to unify as completely as their
souls.
Chapter 10
Sometime later,
Mara awoke in the darkened bedroom. She
was lying on her back, a heavy weight across her stomach and legs. She took a deep breath, let it out slowly
and felt along her stomach. She wasn’t
surprised when she encountered a muscular arm lying there, and she was sure it
was one of Luke’s strong legs across her own too. She turned her head to the right. There was just enough light in the room to see that his face was
pressed against her shoulder and he was deeply asleep.
What had
happened between them was beyond anything she had ever expected. The sex had been great. Even with her lack of experience, she knew
that it had been exceptional. But what
had occurred within the Force was what was literally astounding. Never in her life had she come close to
experiencing anything like it, and she had a very good idea that she now
understood what General Diaishuut had been talking about when he mentioned that
Jedi formed relationships because of what they could experience in the bedroom. She frowned, thinking of Leia. She wondered if Leia knew what she had
missed by not forging a commitment with another Jedi. Leia and Han had one of the best marriages Mara had ever seen,
but even in their greatest moments they couldn’t have experienced what she and
Luke had shared tonight.
Mara turned
her head to the right again and very gently, pressed a soft kiss against Luke’s
forehead, so lightly that her lips barely touched him. Then as slowly as she could, she eased out
from under his arm and leg, pausing when he mumbled in his sleep. She moved again when he only turned onto his
back, dropping into his deep asleep again with the sheet twisted around his
waist.
She sat up on
the side of the bed, grimacing a little at the soreness in some muscles she
rarely used. Finally, she stood and
made her way to the refresher, closing the door behind her before activating
the light. She turned on the water in
the sink and cupped some of its coolness onto her face. Then she looked up into the mirror. She smiled a bit wryly. What was she expecting? That she would look differently? She laughed at herself, then decided that a
nice hot shower would help ease some of the tenderness between her thighs.
The shower
was luxurious and she reveled in it, letting the hot water flow over her for a
long time. After drying herself, she
wrapped a big white towel around her and ventured back into the bedroom, trying
to be as quiet as possible. She felt
wonderful, invigorated by the shower.
She almost
shrieked aloud when Luke suddenly appeared out of the darkness of the
bedroom. “Luke!” She paused, trying to get her breath. “I thought you were still asleep.”
He came
closer. “Mara, are you all right?” He pulled her into his arms and she went
willingly, rubbing her face gently against his naked shoulder. He pressed his cheek to her damp hair. “Are you...hurting, Mara?”
He sounded so
worried, so guilty, that Mara smiled into his shoulder. She toyed with the thought of making him
suffer just a little, but decided against it.
She pulled back to look into his face.
“I’m fine, Luke. It’s
nothing...really,” she assured him.
“Are you sure?” he asked anxiously, his blond hair gleaming in the light coming through the open door of the refresher. “I could put you in a healing trance for awhile.”
“No,” Mara
laughed. “No healing trances.” She kissed him gently on his chin. “I don’t want to waste the time...I want to
make love again.”
“You do?” he
asked in astonishment, his blue eyes widening.
She rubbed
her head against him again, moving her cheek against his, around and
around. He loved it when she did
that. It was cat-like, feline, and
reminded him so much of the graceful way she moved and walked.
“Don't you
want to?” she asked, her voice almost a purr.
He wasn’t certain, but he thought he could feel her smile against his
face.
“Of course, I
do,” he assured her in a rush, pulling her tightly against him.
“But I
don’t...I mean...you’re...”
She let out a
breath and stepped away from him.
“Luke,” she explained patiently.
“I’m probably going to be a little sore in the morning anyway, so what
does it matter if we make love again?
And I would like to.” She
flashed him a slightly impish grin, then her expression turned serious
again. She started to walk away. “But if you don’t want to...” she said,
sighing regretfully.
He snatched
her back in his arms, crushing her lips with his. “You’re just a great big tease,” he finally groaned into her
mouth.
“And you love
it,” she countered, her lips playing gently with his.
“Always,” he
muttered. “I’ll always love it...just
as I will always love you.”
Mara pulled
back slightly, incredulity filling her face.
“You love me?” she asked in a shaky voice.
In the dim
light of the room, Luke was astonished to see Mara’s lovely emerald eyes fill
with moisture, and then one lone tear meandered slowly down her cheek. He pulled her back into his arms, holding
her tightly, a sudden fear gripping him.
“Don’t cry, Mara. It’s
alright.” He took a deep breath, trying
to still the sense of panic rising in him.
“It’s alright if you don’t love me, I have enough love for both of us.”
She tilted
her head to look at him. “It’s not
that, Luke,” she said seriously. “It’s
just...I’ve never had anyone tell me they loved me before.”
Luke felt as
if a giant hand had reached in and squeezed his heart. He pressed his face against her hair. "You have now, Mara, and from now on
you always will...I love you. I adore
you." Luke felt like crying with
her, his mind visioning her lonely life as the Emperor's Hand and of her
childhood... He swallowed, images of a
forlorn, red-haired little girl wandering the great halls of the Imperial
Palace with not a single person showing her the slightest amount of affection
or compassion. Everyone was too afraid
of that miserable excuse for a human being, Palpatine, Luke thought, too afraid
to offer a child the slightest comfort.
I'll make it
up to her, he vowed silently. I'll show
her what life can be like when it’s filled with love and laughter and joy. I'll make sure those memories of Palpatine
and the Empire fade away from her like old ink on aged parchment.
He smothered
her mouth again, tasting the tears on her lips. "I love you, Mara, I always will."
"But
Luke," she whispered, her damp eyes shining in the dim light. "I don't want to hurt you...don't you
see, I don't know how to love...I've never...I'm not sure..."
"It's
alright," he soothed her.
"Don't worry about it, we’ll learn together."
"I don't
deserve you," she suddenly cried, a sob breaking out of her.
"Yes,
you do," he argued, pushing her damp hair away from her face. "Mara, listen to me, you are a good
person; you're a wonderful person."
She shook her
head violently, her hair flying back into her face. "You don't understand.
I have such guilt...I've done so many..."
"No,
Mara," he stopped her, pulling her back in his arms and pressing her damp
face against his warm chest.
"That's all in the past.
You can't do anything about those things now, you can only move forward,
and try and do your best from now on.
That's all any of us can do."
She sobbed in
his arms, her tears wetting his shoulder.
Her grief and sorrow finally, after all this time, pouring out of her,
and he held her close. He let his
emotions flow into her: his love, his respect, and his admiration. She whimpered and cried, clinging to him
tightly about the waist. They stood that way for some time with Luke gently
rocking Mara in his arms, comforting her, just being there for her.
"I'm so
glad I found you," he finally whispered softly into her ear, caressing it
with his lips as he felt her tears begin to lessen. "Without you, I would not be complete."
He heard what
sounded like one last strangled sob and then she pulled away slightly. She looked at him and laughed weakly. "Luke, we really are going to have to
get this straight," she said, her voice mockingly stern. "You didn't find me...I found
you."
They laughed
together. Luke knew Mara was turning
the conversation away from its serious tone with her caustic wit and he decided
to let her. He had a deep suspicion
that from now on, he would let her do anything she wanted. Her fingers spread
across his chest, wandering over the smooth muscled flesh, as if she were trying
to memorize him. “The day you found me
was the luckiest of my life,” Luke murmured, pulling her back into his arms and
nuzzling against her hair.
One of her
hands drifted down between them and encircled him, squeezing and pulling
gently.
His breath
expelled from him in a loud gasp and he laughed against her temple. “You know, for a virgin, you sure learn
fast.”
“Virgin?” she retorted crisply, caressing him
gently. “Who’s a virgin? I don’t see any virgins around here.” She squeezed him softly again, feeling him
hardening beneath her fingers.
He took a
long shuddering breath and then pulled her head around, capturing her mouth
with his. The kiss was long and ardent,
and told them both more than a thousand words would have. They enjoyed it immensely, and spent some
time lost in it, their tongues filling each other’s mouth.
Mara finally
moaned, arching against him, pressing her lower half against his. “Love me, Luke, love me, please.”
“I do,” he
whispered, his heart swelling until it felt as if it might burst. He slid his hands behind her, below her
buttocks, and picked her up against him.
Instinctively, her legs lifted and encircled him, her arms going around
his strong shoulders. He stood in the
dimly lit room, holding her tightly, loving her with all his being. Their mouths devoured each other again, and
they moaned in unison, a passion so fiery it sparked and flickered like
electricity between them.
“The bed,”
Luke mumbled, kissing her fiercely, then he turned and stumbled towards the
rumpled bed.
“Yes,” she
answered hoarsely, her hands on his cheeks, her tongue thrusting madly into his
mouth.
Somehow they
made it without falling and when they reached the bed, Luke turned and fell
onto his back, carrying Mara down with him.
They fell with such force, they bounced and the bed groaned under
them. Luke flipped Mara over, not
giving her the chance to undo her legs from his hips, and he entered her
swiftly, quickly, sliding easily into her.
Her eyes flew
open and she looked up at him. “That’s better,”
she whispered. “Much better.” And she
lifted her hips, pushing him as deeply into her as she could.
Luke arched
above her, and Mara thought him beautiful, glorious, a naked god with his skin
gleaming and his blond hair shining like silk in the faint light. He thrust into her over and over again, the
muscles in his chest and shoulders rippling, and she threw back her head,
overcome by sheer sensation. A strange
and brilliant light was forming around them, like lightning flickering out of
distance storm clouds. It flashed over
them, around them, into them.
“Luke!” she
screamed hoarsely, her back arching completely off the bed and faintly, as if
from far away, she heard him cry out, and then they both collapsed, making the
bed groan under their combined weight again.
Finally,
gasping for breath, Luke eased off her and fell onto his back. They both lay still, staring at the ceiling,
their harsh breathing the only sound.
“Did you see
those flashes of lightning?” Mara asked weakly, her chest heaving from her
exertion.
Luke nodded,
then realized that she probably couldn’t see him in the dim light. “Yes,” he gasped, still trying to catch his
breath.
“What was
it?”
“The Force,”
Luke told her, moving to his side and pulling her over to him. He kissed her gently, quickly on her lips.
She smiled
and snuggled closer, enjoying the feel of his skin against hers. “We’re going
to have to be careful where we make love,” she teased, tracing the scar on his
cheek with her finger. “We could start
fires.”
He laughed
aloud, hugging her to him. “I don’t
know about that, but if there’s a power shortage, we may be in big demand!”
They giggled
like children, but their hands roamed over each other, exploring,
learning. Luke cupped her breasts in
his palms and then rubbed their tips with his thumbs. Mara gasped and put her hands over his, then gently, slowly
removed them. “That’s enough, big boy,
enough for tonight, at least,” she told him, reaching over to kiss him on the
nose.
He pretended
to pout and ran his hand caressingly down her leg. “Are you sure?” he asked
plaintively.
“I’m sure if
I want to be able to walk in the morning,” she said briskly.
Instantly, he
was contrite, pulling back to look at her with his big, blue eyes. She laughed and kissed him quickly. “I’m teasing, Luke.” He didn’t look convinced. “Really,” she said, trying to reassure
him. She could have kicked herself for
saying it, knowing he was now upset.
“It’s alright, love, really...I’m fine.”
Something flickered
deep in his eyes and she frowned, “What is it?”
He pulled her
to him and kissed her so deeply she was gasping for breath when he let her
go. “What was that about?” she asked,
sucking in much needed air.
“You called
me ‘love’,” he answered, his blue eyes twinkling in the dim light.
He turned
over again onto his back, pulling her with him.
She nestled
onto his chest, as surprised as he was at her endearment. A warm, glorious feeling filled her and she
nuzzled against him like a child.
“Well, don’t get used to it, Farmboy.
You may have to continue to make love like that just to hear it.”
“I think I
can arrange that,” he murmured, kissing her hair, and then yawning hugely.
They settled
down to sleep.
Chapter 11
His farmboy’s
inner chrono woke Luke first so he eased out from Mara’s light grasp and left
her lying draped across the middle of the bed.
He sat on the edge for a while, watching her as she slept and trying to
absorb everything that had happened between them.
He pushed a
stray strand of red-gold hair back from her face and tucked it gently behind
her ear. She mumbled softly in her
sleep and he froze, afraid that he had awakened her. But after moving a little, she settled down to sleep again.
He couldn’t
get enough of just watching her, knowing what she had come to mean to him. He knew he had always been attracted to
her. What man wouldn’t be? He also knew that in recent weeks, he had
developed much stronger and deeper feelings for her. But until they had made love, he had not known the extent of
those feelings.
He lay down
beside her, careful not to awaken her, again watching her face as she
slept. Her lips were slightly parted
and he could hear the gentle intake and outtake of her breathing. He drew in a long breath and released it
slowly, timing it with hers. That’s
what she was to him, he thought, the very breath in his body. As this realization struck, the depth of his
feelings overtook him. He was suddenly
afraid that he was so in love with her that he wouldn’t be able to breath
unless she breathed with him, wouldn’t be able to laugh unless she laughed too,
wouldn’t be able to see unless she saw too.
With his
heartbeat picking up its pace, Luke’s blue eyes continued to wander all over
her face. It was true. She had become everything to him. Probably no one else would ever understand,
ever comprehend, but he knew, he understood completely that she was his life,
his reason for being. And it didn’t
matter if no one else understood. Only
she...she was the only one who had to understand, that had to believe he felt
that way for her and her alone.
Luke leaned
over and gently kissed her temple. “I
love you, Mara,” he whispered, his voice a tender caress. The words seemed inadequate, deficient for
what he felt, but they would have to do.
She didn’t awaken, but a slight smile drifted across her lips, and her
head rolled back a little. He wanted to
kiss her beautiful mouth, but he didn’t.
He sighed and
eased carefully off the bed, then headed into the refresher. It wasn’t long before he was out again and
moving towards the living area. He
stopped momentarily to pull the blanket a little higher up her body, and then
went out of the room.
He was placing
some breakfast bread in the tiny oven to heat when the comm- unit went off in
the living area. He hurried to stop its
beeping before it could disturb Mara.
An eyebrow
lifted in surprise when he saw whom the caller was, but he took the time to
close the bedroom door before he answered.
Why was Leia calling at such an early hour? It wasn’t like her unless something was wrong. With that thought in mind, he flipped the
switch, “Good morning, Leia. What has you up so early?”
Leia frowned
in confusion. “It’s not that early on
Coruscant, Luke, mid-morning to be exact.”
She looked at her brother carefully, her eyes dancing a little with
amusement. “I was wondering if you had
seen today’s holonews yet?”
Luke shook
his head. “No, I only got up a little while ago. Haven’t even turned the holovid on.”
Leia rubbed a
finger across her mouth. “Perhaps you
had better watch it, brother.
Especially since you seem to be the big news this morning.”
“Me?” Luke
asked in surprise. “Why am I in the
news?”
Leia lost her
battle with her smile. “From the looks
of it, you and Mara put on quite a show for General Diaishuut and his group
last night.”
Luke had a
sudden sinking feeling deep in the pit of his stomach. He had completely forgotten about the mass
of holo-reporters and cameramen who had been at the reception the night
before. He sighed, “So, we are all over
the news?”
“Lead story
on every network,” Leia informed him.
She had spent over an hour that morning watching the different
broadcasts, and she still was having trouble coming to terms with those photos
of her brother and Mara Jade. All her
life, she had been trained to scrutinize and to observe and from those
observations, to draw conclusions. It
was one of the skills that made her such an effective politician. And her instincts were telling her that the
photos contained a realism that she had not been expecting. Their laughing faces, the way they held each
other as they danced, and that kiss!
Leia made sure she kept a carefully neutral face for her brother’s
benefit, but her mind was reeling. That
kiss was the type that lovers exchange, and the reports had said that while
kissing, the pair had actually levitated right off the floor, apparently
without realizing it!
Han appeared
behind Leia’s shoulder. “Here, hon,
want some caf?” He placed a steaming
cup beside the comm-unit and grinned at the holo-image of his
brother-in-law. “Hey there, kid!”
Luke
smiled. “Good morning, Han.”
Han put his
hand on his wife’s shoulder.
“Interesting photos this morning, Luke.”
Luke
shrugged. “So Leia’s been telling me.”
“You haven’t
seen them yet?”
Luke shook
his head. “No, I was just making
breakfast.”
Han
grinned. “Well, when you do see them,
it’s going to be a real treat for you. I
have to hand it to you and Mara Jade...never knew either one of you had that
much acting ability. You’ve both have
been holding out on us about all your...eh...hidden talents.”
“Han,” Leia
warned softly.
Han laughed
and patted his wife’s shoulder. “Well,
have fun, kid. Sure looks like you are
anyway.”
Leia turned
in her chair and glared up at Han. He
laughed again, patted her on the cheek and said, “All right, all right, I’m
leaving.” He glanced at the holo-image. “See ya, kid.”
“Bye, Han.”
Leia turned
back to face the holo-image of her brother.
He was smiling a little sheepishly at her. She shook her head.
“Don’t mind Han, Luke, you know how he is.”
Luke
chuckled. “I know.”
“So...where
is Mara?” Leia asked and took a long
sip of her caf.
Involuntarily,
Luke glanced to his left, in the direction of his bedroom. “Still asleep,” he mumbled, quickly looking
back at his twin.
The
implication of her brother's slight head movement caused the caf to go down the
wrong way, and Leia started to choke.
Luke
frowned. “Leia, are you all right?”
The coughing
continued, although Leia waved her hand at her brother and managed to gasp,
“No...I’m okay...just give me a minute.”
After a
moment, the coughing stopped and Leia looked up at her brother, her eyes
watering from the effort of getting the caf clear of her lungs. “Mara is asleep? She’s staying with you?”
she croaked hoarsely.
Luke nodded
resignedly. “Yes, Leia, she’s
here. We wouldn’t look like much of a couple
if she stayed in another room, would we?”
There was
some logic to that, Leia decided, but those photos and that kiss...
“Luke...” she
began, watching her brother closely.
She wanted to reach out to him with the Force, but was afraid he would
be angry at her probing.
Her brother
looked at her calmly. “Don’t ask,
Leia.”
Leia blinked
in surprise. Apparently, her brother
was telling her as politely as he could to mind her own business. She opened her mouth.
“Leia...,”
her brother warned gently, tilting his head a little in her direction for
emphasis.
Leia sat back
in her chair, her eyebrows raised.
A little
smile played about her brother’s mouth, but all he said was, “How are the
babies?”
Leia cleared
her throat again. “Fine. Growing like a couple of Wookiees and eating
like a pair of them too.” So her
brother didn’t want to talk about Mara Jade who just happened to be sleeping in
his bed at the moment. Mmmm...very interesting. Well, she would be a good sister and mind her own business, at least
for now. But that didn’t mean she
wasn’t going to keep a very close eye on her brother and his...eh...friend.
They talked a
little while longer about the twins.
Leia was about to sign off when she remembered why she had called in the
first place. “Oh Luke, droid
maintenance left a message at my office yesterday. Artoo’s upgrades are all complete and you can pick him up any
time.”
Luke’s brows
knitted. “Why did they call you instead
of me?”
“Said they
couldn’t reach you at your apartment and my office number was the back-up one
listed on your file.”
“I told them
I was going to be on Yavin.” Luke
sighed. He missed Artoo and wanted to
have him back as soon as possible. He had taken particular trouble to make sure
the maintenance people knew he was on Yavin IV, but it looked as if that had
been a wasted effort. Well there wasn’t
any use in getting annoyed over it. It
wouldn’t do any good. “I’ll call them
and tell them I’ll be there in a day or so and collect him.”
Leia nodded
and they signed off. After her
brother’s image disappeared, she sat a little longer at the comm-console.
Han wandered
back in the room. “Luke gone?”
Leia nodded,
still staring at the commlink view screen.
“What’s the
matter?” Han asked, coming over and seating
in a chair near her.
Leia shook
her head. “Nothing...it’s just...” and
her voice trailed off.
“Well?” Han encouraged.
“It’s
nothing...” she started and then looked at her husband. “Mara is there with him.”
Han
frowned. “Of course she’s there with
him. You sent her.”
Leia laughed
ruefully. “I did, didn’t I? But, I mean, she’s there with him.”
Han lifted an eyebrow. “You mean, in his apartment?”
Leia nodded.
“In his bed?”
Leia nodded
again, pursing her lips.
“With him in
it too?” Han persisted.
“Han...,”
Leia warned him with a glare.
A sly look
came on Han’s face and he leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up on the
arm of hers. “Well...well,” he said
smugly. “I’m not surprised.”
Leia frowned
at her husband. “What do you mean,
you’re not surprised?”
Han put his
hands behind his head. “I was with them
on Wayland, remember, on that long trek to Mount Tantiss. They were really eyeing each other even
then, sitting off alone together. To tell
you the truth, I’m a little surprised they’ve waited as long as they have.”
Leia snorted
impolitely. “You don’t know that for a
fact. You’re guessing. They’re just friends...good friends.” Leia was determinedly putting out of her
mind her earlier suspicions.
Han laughed
at his wife. “You just don’t want to
face the fact that your brother is finding a life of his own.”
Leia glared
at him and then asked sarcastically.
“What is that supposed to mean, General Solo?”
Han dropped
his feet to the floor, stood, and pulled his wife up in his arms. “It means, my beloved wife, that Luke
Skywalker’s sister may not be the most important woman in his life anymore.”
Leia rested
her cheek against his broad chest. “I
know, Han. And I’ll be happy for him if
you’re right.” She rubbed her face
against his shirt. “I just don’t know
if I would have chosen Mara for him, but it’s really not my place to choose.”
“You don’t
like Mara?” Han asked, pulling back to
look at her.
Leia shook her head. “No, it’s not that. I like Mara quite a bit. It’s just that...well, she was the Emperor’s
Hand and Luke is definitely a hero of the New Republic. I know the press insinuated some things
about them right after Wayland, but no one really believed any of it. And when Mara left Coruscant, all that talk
died down anyway. But if you’re right
about Luke and Mara now, there are a lot of people, very powerful people, who
aren’t going to be happy with such a relationship.”
Han whistled
softly. “I hadn’t thought about that. You’re right, it could get messy.”
Leia stepped
away from him. “But there is no use in
us jumping to any conclusions. There
may not be anything to this at all.
Mara is probably just doing the favor I asked of her.”
Han tried to
hide a smirk, remembering the photos in the morning holonews, and thought that
that was some favor if Mara was climbing in Luke’s bed with him. But who knew, Leia might be right. It would be best just to wait and see what
was going on between Luke and Mara, if there was anything going on at all.
*******************************
Across the
courtyard on Yavin IV, General Dongrono Daiashuut sat in his suite of rooms,
brooding. The events of the night
before weighed heavily on him and anger danced like lightning along his nerve
endings. That little red-haired witch!
He hadn’t
been that interested in coming to Yavin IV.
But his daughter’s glowing reports on the planet and young Skywalker had
peaked his interest, so he had talked his wife into paying their only child a
visit. He had been very curious about
Luke Skywalker. The boy had a
reputation for bravery, yet at the same time, gave the impression that he was
shy and a bit gullible.
The general
twisted his mouth. Part of the reason
for the trip had been to reconnaissance Skywalker himself...if he could have
gained enough control over the young Jedi to influence his actions, then the
general knew his own position and power would have increased dramatically. And that was what he wanted more than
anything else. Someday, he intended to
control the New Republic, as he firmly believed he was meant to. No one was going to stop him, no one.
What he had not been expecting was for young Skywalker to be so self-reliant and to have that Imperial harlot with him! Mara Jade, the Emperor’s Hand...a fissure of anger ripped through Diaishuut again, the memory of the night before stinging like an aching canker. If he did nothing else, he would see to the end of that witch...and if Skywalker insisted on being with her, then he would go down right along with her. The New Republic didn’t need Jedi. If people read history closely enough, they would see that the Jedi caused more problems than they did solutions. And they were freaks, mutants...the galaxy would be better off without them.
The memory of
floating helplessly in the air above a jungle filled with who knew what kind of
vicious animals flowed over him again, and the general’s teeth gritted until
the noise attracted the attention of his wife across the room.
Hawah
Diaishuut glanced at her husband and sighed.
She knew he was pouting over the events of the evening before and she
didn’t have any sympathy for him. They
had been married for over twenty standard years and she had no more illusions
about her husband. It hadn’t been a
love match in the first place, as her family had arranged the marriage for her
when she was in her early twenties. In
the first few years, she had been hurt by her husband’s wandering eye, but as
the years passed, she no longer cared about his philandering and his many
affairs. She has searched out her own
comforts and left him to his life. Any
respect she had held for him, as a man, had died long ago. She wasn’t actually sure of what had
transpired on the balcony last evening, but she had seen her husband follow the
Jade woman, and had also noticed Skywalker’s rather hurried walk to join
them. It had been not long after that
that her husband had reappeared, red in the face and obviously shaken.
Hawah
Diaishuut smiled to herself. She rather
wished she had seen what had happened out on the balcony. Apparently whatever Dongro had tried, the
Jedi woman had taken exception to, and the results had not been to Dongro’s
liking.
She glanced
at her husband’s angry face. Obviously,
he was still seething over whatever the Jedi had done, and if she knew him like
she thought she did, he was plotting some sort of revenge. A vague sense that she ought to warn him
passed over her, but she quickly dismissed it.
If her husband wanted to go up against the Jedi then she would just let
him. He needed a good lesson.
Mara’s eyes
blinked open and she flinched from the sunlight streaming in through the
window. Groaning, she turned over onto
her stomach and buried her face in the pillow.
She lay there a moment, waking up slowly, surprised that she had slept
to such a late hour. She took in a deep
breath, inhaling the masculine scent of Luke that permeated the pillow. She rubbed her face against it and smiled,
memories of the night before flowing through her mind. Finally, she sighed, turned her head to the
side and opened her eyes again.
She was
facing a small table near the bed and Luke had placed a couple of holo-photos
on it. They were both of Leia and her
family, and one was particular nice.
Han Solo was standing with his arm around the princess and each of them
held one of their twin babies. They
looked so happy and contented.
Mara frowned
slightly. Something was nudging at the
back of her mind as she looked at the photo, but she dismissed it and rolled
over onto her back. Yawning, she sat
up. A tiny twinge in her legs again
reminded her of the previous night’s activities, and she looked around, wondering
where Luke was.
A soft sound
from the living area answered her query and she smiled. Apparently, their
activities had not changed the farmboy’s habit of getting up a dawn. She smiled at the thought as she left the
bed and headed into the refresher.
A short while
later, dressed in a loose shirt and exercise pants, she entered the living room
to the tantalizing aroma of breakfast cooking in the kitchen. Her stomach growled in appreciation, and
Mara realized that she was very hungry.
All that exercise, she thought ruefully.
“Something
smells wonderful, Farmboy,” she said as she strolled into the tiny kitchen
area.
Her heart
leapt when Luke looked up from where he was preparing some food on the cooking
unit, his sparkling blue eyes lighting up at the mere sight of her.
Somehow they
met in the middle of the kitchen, the food forgotten, as they moved quickly
into each other’s arms. Their lips met
and it was as if they were trying to devour one another. It was a marvelous
kiss, hungry and excited, as if they hadn’t seen each other for hours...days...weeks.
“Mmmmm...good
morning, beautiful,” Luke mumbled, teasing her lips with his. “Breakfast may smell good...but not as good
as you.”
Mara laughed
softly, her arms moving up his chest and around his shoulders.
Her tongue
delicately touched his. “I’ll bet it
doesn’t taste as good as you do, either.”
Luke gently
cupped her face with his hands and kissed her deeply, letting his emotions flow
into her. *I love you, Mara,* he sent her, opening his heart to her across
their bond.
*I know,*
she sent back, opening her mouth for him and pressing her body against
his. They became lost in the emotions
that flowed between them, absorbed in the feel of each other and their
incredible bond in the Force, which was beginning to flicker about them.
Luke backed
Mara up against the wall and buried his face in her neck, kissing and sucking
at the delicate skin under her chin.
She lifted her head, giving him better access. Closing her eyes and
relishing the movements of his mouth, she drew in a deep breath. As she lost herself in his caress, the
realization that she had never expected that she could be so happy, shimmered
across her mind.
Suddenly, she
sensed a subtle change about her. Her
nose crinkled and she sniffed, then sniffed again. *Luke,* she sent, her
eyes flying open.
*Mmmmm...?* he answered, his mouth too busy to
form the words.
“There’s
smoke in the kitchen and something’s burning!”
Mara gasped aloud, pushing him away.
“On the cooking unit, Luke, look!”
Mara pointed a finger at the pan on the unit where flames were shooting
towards the ceiling.
Luke whirled
around, taking in the situation at a glance.
Closing his eyes, he lifted his arm and the flames danced for a moment
longer and then died quickly, leaving a smoldering burnt mess in the bottom of
the pan.
Mara coughed,
blinking her eyes in the smoke. “What
was that?”
“Breakfast,”
Luke said succinctly, walking to the cooking unit and then taking the pan to
the sink and dropping it in. He flipped
the switch for the water and watched the last of the smoldering ash die out.
He turned and
smiled at her sheepishly. “What’s that
old saying about living on love?”
Mara lifted
an eyebrow. “I don’t know about you,
Skywalker, but I do know I need food!”
She walked over to him, slid her arms around his waist, and nuzzled against
his face. “As cute as you are, buddy boy, I still need my breakfast. I had a rather energetic night, you
know. That’s why I slept so late!”
Luke burst
out laughing and hugged her tightly.
“So much for romance!” he teased.
“Okay, I’ll make you some hot chocolate to tide you over and then cook
you a big, marvelous breakfast.”
“Hot
chocolate?” Mara asked, pulling back a
little. “What’s that?”
A huge smile
split Luke’s face. “You’ve never had
hot chocolate? You’re in for a treat,
woman.” He started pulling out more
pans from a cabinet.
“Well, I’ll
leave you to it, then,” Mara said, watching him bustle about. “I think I’ll go into the living area and
watch the morning holonews.” She turned
and headed out of the kitchen.
Luke looked
up quickly. “Mara!”
She turned,
lifting an eyebrow in query.
Luke’s mouth
opened and then he shut it again.
Finally, he said, “Ah...nothing.
I’ll be in there in a moment.”
It might be best just to let her see it all for herself, he thought.
Mara nodded
and then disappeared into the living area.
It wasn’t long before he heard music coming from the holovid. Luke looked up at the ceiling, “Ben...if you
are around somewhere, I think I’m going to need some help here in the next few
minutes.” Then he shook his head,
laughing a little at himself, and went about preparing the hot chocolate.
*********************
Mara flopped
down on the couch and pointed the remote control at the holovid. Instantly, it sprang to life, only to have
its screen fill with one advertisement after another. Mara sighed. It was
always the same.
She propped
her feet up on the small table in front of the couch and leaned back, closing
her eyes for a minute as she absentmindedly listened to the holovid.
“And now, for
today’s top story! Can we assume that
the long suspected love affair between Jedi Knight Luke Skywalker and smuggling
queen, Mara Jade, is in fact an actuality?
We take you now to Lado P’faaru on Yavin IV for more on this developing
story.”
Mara’s eyes
flew open and she sat straight up, her feet dropping off the table.
To her
disbelief, the holovid screen was now filled with scenes from the reception
held for the general the night before.
She and Luke were slowly dancing as the camera zoomed in on their faces. She couldn’t believe it.
They looked
so...so in love.
“Skywalker!” Mara yelled.
Luke came out
of the kitchen carrying two steaming mugs of liquid. “What?” he asked, in a concerned tone. “What is it?”
“You had better
sit down and watch this,” Mara said, patting at the place beside her on the
couch.
Luke placed
the two mugs on the small table and joined her on the couch. He looked up to see the holo-reporter who
had danced with Mara the night before.
“Jedi Knight
Luke Skywalker, renowned hero of the rebellion against the Empire, has
obviously found his soul-mate in Mara Jade, the young ex-Imperial who joined
him in fighting against the forces of her former leader, the late Emperor
Palpatine. The young couple has been
spending some quality time together here on Yavin IV where Skywalker is
implementing plans to start a training school for young Jedi. Yesterday evening they attended a reception
held for General Dongrono Diaishuut.”
The camera
switched to Luke and Mara kissing passionately as they slowly floated into the
air. Mara’s mouth fell open and she
muttered, “Sithspit!” She turned to
Luke, who was taking a sip from his mug of hot chocolate. Shock flowed through her as she noticed that
he was watching the holovid with no apparent concern.
“Did you see
that?” she demanded, infuriated that he wasn’t as outraged as she was.
Luke took
another sip of his chocolate and shrugged.
“Leia told me about it when she called this morning.”
“Leia
called?”
He nodded and
placed his mug back on the table. “Yes,
she did, earlier. You were still asleep.”
Mara’s
spitted him with a glare. “You mean you
knew that was going to be on the holovid and you didn’t tell me.”
He shrugged
again. “I didn’t think it was that big a
deal.” He was hoping, probably in vain,
that if he remained calm then maybe she would too.
Mara stood
and put her hands on her shapely hips.
“Luke Skywalker,” she said softly, too softly, then she whirled on her
heels and disappeared into the bedroom.
Luke sank back on the couch, sighing. It looked as if his beautiful, wonderful morning had just taken a turn for the worse. He glared at the smiling face of P’faaru on the holovid, putting all the blame directly on the poor alien’s head, whether it needed to be there or not.
He had
absolutely no warning when a pillow slammed down with considerable force onto
his head. He took a moment to
appreciate how good Mara was getting at shielding as he hadn’t realized that
she had even reentered the living area.
Then he jumped up from the couch and spun around.
Mara stood
behind the couch in a combat stance, the pillow raised high as a weapon. “So, Farmboy, you think you are going to
keep secrets from me, do you? Well, you
had better do some rethinking.” She
started advancing around the couch.
Luke grinned
and started around the other way. “Oh, is that so, my love?” he teased, picking
up the pace as she came after him. The
pillow barely missed him as she took a wild swing. “So what are you going to do, beat me to death with that pillow?”
She surprised
him by doing a Force leap over the couch, landing as lightly as a cat in front
of him. “I think a few bruises in
strategic places might be called for,” she snapped, but Luke could see the
twinkle deep in her emerald eyes.
She lunged at
him, but he was quicker, ducking under her swing and grabbing her by the waist
with both hands.
“Hey!” she
yelled as she felt herself lifted off her feet, and the next thing she knew she
was thrown over his shoulder like a sack of darsen grain. He took off running around the room with
Mara bouncing on his shoulder.
Mara was
trying desperately to hit him again with the pillow and was annoyed when it
caught on the edge of the desk as they quickly went by. The pillow ripped and then virtually
exploded, flinging bits of stuffing all over them and the room.
Luke
continued to run, but now they were both laughing hysterically. Mara clung to Luke, a bit afraid that he was
laughing so much he might drop her.
He circled
the room again and as he near the entry, the door chime sounded. Luke, without thinking, reached out and
slapped the door panel.
“Luke, no!”
Mara screeched, but it was too late.
The door eased open without a sound and Noimi stood there, blinking in
surprise, on the other side.
Luke skidded
to a stop with Mara lurching awkwardly on his shoulder. “Noimi,” he gasped.
The older
woman bit her lip and said, “Luke.”
Upside down, Mara was trying to peer at her from around Luke’s shoulder,
so Noimi added, “Miss Jade.”
Mara’s face
flamed with color and she hissed, “Luke, put me down.”
Carefully,
Luke pulled her down from his shoulder and set her on the floor. “Noimi, sorry,” he said. “We were...” he trailed off, not sure
exactly how to explain what they were doing.
Mara brushed
some fluff from the pillow off her nose and said hello to Noimi. Her face was
still pink, both from exertion and embarrassment. “Excuse me, please,” she said softly and hurried off to the
bedroom.
Luke glanced
back at Noimi who had lost her battle with her blossoming smile. He grinned ruefully. “I’m sorry, Noimi, did you need something?”
Noimi laughed
lightly. “I just wanted to tell you
that General Diaishuut has decided to cut his vacation short. He said something has come up on Coruscant
that he needs to handle.” Noimi looked
down and then back up, her eyes twinkling.
“He wanted me to tell you that he regrets having to leave so soon.”
“Yeah, I’ll
bet,” Luke laughed. Obviously, his
staff had picked up on the fact that Luke and the general weren’t the best of
friends.
“He plans to
take today’s transport,” Noimi told him.
Luke
nodded. “I’ll make a point on being
there to see him off.”
Noimi
chuckled and nodded. “Then I’ll see you
later.” She turned and walked down the
corridor, her smile widening. It
certainly was good to see the young Jedi so happy. Noimi had been worried some about him because he seemed such a
serious and solemn young man, so intent on making his school a viable operation. The scene she had just witnessed allowed her
to put those fears to rest. Obviously,
Mara Jade was very good for him. Noimi
laughed out loud, remembering the young woman’s horrified face. She wondered if Mara even realized that she
was quickly becoming the envy of most of the women in the galaxy!
***************************
When Luke
entered the bedroom a few moments later, Mara was sitting on the edge of the
bed, staring at the holo-photos of Leia and her family. Instantly, Luke felt a wave of strong
emotion from her and he frowned in puzzlement.
“Mara, what
is it?”
Mara turned
to look at him, and he was shocked to see that her face was pale.
“Luke...” she
said, her voice hardly above a whisper.
He hurried to
her and sat down next to her on the bed.
“Mara, is something wrong? Are
you okay?”
She pointed
at the holo-photos. “The babies, Luke,
the babies.”
Luke was
having difficulty following her train of thought, but he agreed, “Yes, they’re beautiful, aren’t they?”
Mara slowly
nodded her head. “They are. I wonder if our baby will be as beautiful.”
Luke looked
at her quickly and she met his gaze, her green eyes huge in her pale face. “Luke,” she whispered, her voice breaking a
little. “We...we didn’t use
protection.” She got up from the bed
and started pacing about the room. “I
forgot...I never thought...” she muttered.
Luke took a
deep breath, the implications of what she was saying thundering in his
brain. “You’re not on...,” he started.
“I mean...”
Mara stopped her
pacing to glare at him. “I was a virgin, remember? Why would I be on prevention meds?”
“I just
thought...,” he stopped, figuring it was safer not to finish that remark. He scratched his cheek, got up from the bed
and went over to her. “I should have
remembered. It was as much my
responsibility as yours.” He took one
of her hands in both of his. “It
doesn’t matter, Mara, if you...if you’re pregnant, then we’ll just get
married.”
“Married?”
she echoed, as if he were suggesting some strange custom of which she had never
heard. She glanced away from him and
muttered, “I don’t want to get married.”
Luke was
surprised by how much the little remark hurt, but he hid it, saying
nonchalantly, “Why not? It would solve
the...problem.”
“Problem?”
Luke nodded,
wondering if she realized she was beginning to sound like one of the chinchi
birds on Garqi who were famous for repeating everything they heard.
He pushed a
strand of hair off her forehead. “Mara,
would it be so bad to be married to me?”
She looked at
him quickly, sensing the hurt he was feeling behind the words. She eased into his arms and hugged him.
“Luke...no...that’s not it. Anyone
would be proud to be married to you...me, included. But Luke...it’s me, remember, the Emperor’s Hand...his personal
assassin.”
He slid his
arms around her waist. “Mara, I don’t
care about your past. I never
have. I love you, and I want to marry
you...whether you’re pregnant or not.”
She pulled
back to look at him and then said softly,
“Are you asking me to marry you?”
He nodded
quickly. “Yes.”
She was
dumbfounded. “Luke,” she
whispered. For a moment, she couldn’t
think, her mind bombarded with conflicting emotions.
Luke took her
face in his hands. “Mara, I truly
believe we belong together. I love you more than my own life.”
His words
literally frightened her. Just for a
moment, his serious and earnest face swam before her eyes and she felt
faint. Love...there was that word
again, that four-letter word that she knew absolutely nothing about. She knew she had some kind of feelings for
Luke, that she was very attached to him, but was it love...the sort of love he
was talking about? She just didn’t
know.
She closed
her eyes and leaned against him.
Why? Why hadn’t there been anyone
in her life...just one person when she was growing up who could have explained,
who could have taught her what love was and how it worked.
Luke’s arms
went around her and he pulled her to him, hugging her tightly. She knew that through the Force he could
feel the confusion inside her, and he wanted to be there for her, to comfort
her. It was so like him to do that.
Tears flooded
into her eyes, and she wiped at them angrily.
She knew she would rather cut off her own hand than hurt him, but that was
just it...if she couldn’t love him in the same way that he said he loved her,
then it wouldn’t be fair to him. In the
long run, she would end up hurting him more.
And if anyone deserved to be unconditionally loved...then it was Luke,
the finest person she had ever known.
She pulled
back to look at him. He gently removed
a tear from her cheek with his thumb.
“Luke,” she whispered. “Can you
give me some time?” She felt his
disappointment like a burning shaft through her heart, and she watched him try
to hide it.
He smiled a
bit stiffly. “Sure, Mara, if that‘s
what you want.”
She hugged
him fiercely. “Oh, Luke please, try to
understand. This doesn’t have a thing
to do with you...it’s me. I’m the crazy
one. It’s just...my life...”
“Mara,” Luke
interrupted. “Love, you never give
yourself enough credit. Forget the
past, we can build a future together.”
“I know,” she
whispered against his chest.
“It’s...oh, Luke...”
She felt him
sigh and one of his hands caressed the back of her head. “Alright, Mara, we’ll wait...whatever you
want.” He pulled back to look at her.
“What if...what if there’s a baby, Mara?” he asked tentatively.
It was her
turn to sigh. “We’ll just have to face
that when or if it happens.” She
stepped out of his arms and moved away a little. “I probably need to go to Coruscant as soon as possible. You don’t have a medical droid here on
Yavin, do you?”
He shook his head. “No, it’s on our list of things to get in the near future.”
“Luke,” Mara
said, turning to look at him. “If I’m
not pregnant, I want to...I mean, I’m going to ask the droid for prevention
meds.”
Luke looked
at her quickly, and she smiled. “I may
not always know exactly what to do...but I do know this. I want to be with you, Farmboy. I want to make love with you.”
He crossed
over to her quickly and she went back into his arms willingly. She rubbed her face against his. “Let’s just continue this way for
awhile...then we’ll see,” she whispered.
He nodded and
kissed her deeply.
Coruscant - a
few days later.
Mara stood in
the corridor outside the women’s wing of the medical center located in the old
Imperial Palace, letting the relief wash over her. She wasn’t pregnant, thank the Force. Although if she had known exactly what a pregnancy examination
involved...Mara shut down those thoughts immediately, grimacing at the memory
of being examined by the medical droid.
Talk about a total loss of dignity!
But there was no baby and that was what was important. After a moment of just relishing the fact,
she turned and walked down the corridor, stuffing the small packet of
prevention meds into her pocket. After
a long discussion with the medical droid, she had chosen while she was in the
office a prevention medication that began taking effect immediately. As long as she took the medication
faithfully, there would be no chance of pregnancy but if she missed even one
day...
While her
hand was in the pocket of her jacket, it brushed against her mobile commlink
and she thought about calling Luke, but decided against it. She knew he was probably as anxious for the
news as she had been, but she wanted to tell him in person.
Luke had
wanted to come to the medical center with her, but she hadn’t let him. There was too much chance of someone seeing
them there together and starting another rift of rumors. Mara scoffed silently...rumors that might be
too close to actuality for comfort! She
could just see the headlines now – “Jedi Couple Expecting Baby?” with an extra
large photo of her and Luke in the women and children’s wing. She shuddered and glanced around, half
expecting to see P’faaru lurking in the corner.
She and Luke
had only arrived on Coruscant earlier that morning. When he had told her that Artoo was ready to be collected after
his upgrades, she had suggested that he come with her to Coruscant on the
YT-2400. There was plenty of room and
he wouldn’t have to wait for the transport from Coruscant that arrived on Yavin
in the late afternoon. After a few
words with Noimi, they had left the planet posthaste. Once on Coruscant, after a hurried discussion of the best way to
avoid the press, they had parted and gone their separate ways, she to the
medical center and Luke to droid maintenance.
As she turned
a corner in the corridor, Mara heard a noise.
Looking up quickly, she caught a glimpse of a figure disappearing around
the far corner. She frowned and her danger sense suddenly tingled at the back
of her mind. She stopped abruptly, her
right hand reaching for the tiny hold-out blaster she kept in a sleeve holster
on her left arm. Reaching out with the
Force, she tried to sense the other’s presence, but curiously encountered a
complete void of emotion. Mara eased
over to the wall and continued down the corridor, her hold-out blaster held
ready in front of her. When she reached
the end of the corridor, she stopped and then cautiously put her head around
the corner. Quick as a flash, the
figure appearing to be a male human disappeared around the last turn. Mara hurried after him, her danger sense
blossoming into full awareness. As she
turned the corner, she caught another brief glance of him as a turbolift door
slowly closed in front of him. He
lifted a blaster pistol and aimed at her, but she threw herself against the
wall and out of his sight. He didn’t
fire and the turbolift closed, taking him down to ground level.
Mara stepped
away from the wall, her mind frothing with possibilities. Had she really been his target or had she
just scared him when she had chased him, her hold-out blaster held in front of
her? Why would anyone be coming after
her with a blaster? Could she have done
anything recently to anyone that would make someone want to kill her? And that man...she was positive she had
never seen him before. Yet, she trusted
her danger sense implicitly. It had
never been wrong before.
Mara was
still musing it over in her mind as she stepped into another turbolift and
punched the number for Luke’s suite on the residential floors. As the lift
rose, Luke’s voice entered her mind.
*Mara, are you all right?*
he asked anxiously.
Mara sighed,
knowing he must have picked up on her heightened emotions in the corridor. *I’m
fine, Luke. It was nothing.*
*I thought I sensed some anxiety from
you,* he said. *It wasn’t anything from
the doctor, was it?*
Mara leaned
against the side of the turbolift. *No, it wasn’t. Have you got Artoo yet?*
*Yes, we’re just leaving droid
maintenance now,* Luke
answered.
*Are you coming straight home?* Mara
asked.
*Mmmm...should be there in about half
an hour.*
*Good,* Mara
said. *I’ll meet you then, and I’ll tell you everything.*
*Okay,* Luke agreed.
The turbolift
door opened and Mara stepped out.
Quickly, she moved down the hallway, knowing that Luke’s floor was also
the home to several influential members of the military. She wasn’t interested in being seen going
into Luke’s apartment. She had had
enough of other people’s speculation into her private life to last her a
lifetime.
To her
relief, she met no one and was able to key in the entry code to Luke’s door and
eased into his living area with no problems.
She had been in Luke’s apartment many times over the past several months
and was quite familiar with it, at least the front rooms. His place was more than twice as large as
hers, which was located several floors below his. His apartment definitely befitted the status that Luke held in
the New Republic. Too bad he didn’t know
how to furnish it, Mara groused silently to herself. The oversize living area had a couple of deep, overstuffed chairs
and a large couch built in two sections in one area of the room. A large entertainment center dominated the
opposite wall with one of the biggest holovids screens that Mara had ever
seen. But those were the only
furnishings and there was enough space left to hold a game of sling ball. However, Luke had filled the corners with
numerous big, green plants, adding a fresh and bright aura to the living area. It was the one thing she truly liked about
his apartment.
Mara walked
through the big room and headed into the kitchen. It was enormous compared to the one on Yavin IV. A person could create a formal dinner for
more than a dozen guests in a kitchen of such size. Mara grinned, knowing she wouldn’t know one end from another when
it came to formal cooking. For herself
and maybe another person or two, she could turn out a decent meal, but
extravagant dinner parties were beyond her.
She rummaged
around in the cupboards and the refrigeration unit, looking for anything that
would be quick and easy to fix. Luke
would be hungry when he arrived. If
there was one thing she had learned, that man was always hungry. Mara had been astounded by the amounts of
food he could consume, especially since on many days she was satisfied with
just light snacks or ration bars.
A little
later Luke and Artoo opened the front door to the delicious aroma of cooking
food seeping out from the kitchen.
“Mmmmmm...,” Luke said, heading
in that direction with Artoo trundling behind.
Mara was
standing at the cooking unit in the kitchen when they entered, and she said,
“Dinner will be ready in a moment.”
Luke laughed,
knowing she has sensed him before he even came through the front door. He walked up behind her and patted her on
the rear. “Mmmmm...good,” he mumbled,
resting his chin on her shoulder.
Mara snorted
as she turned the grilling Dewback steaks.
“Are you talking about my butt or dinner?”
Luke grinned
and kissed her on the cheek. “You think
you’re going to get me on that one, don’t you?”
“It wouldn’t
be the first time, Skywalker,” she retorted.
He ran a hand
caressingly down her sleek rump. “Well, my love, your butt wins hands
down...every time.” He took her head and
turned her face to him, then kissed her, lingering over her lips.
They kissed
for a while and then she took her mouth away.
“That’s enough, Farmboy. I don’t
want to burn the food like a certain other cook I know!” But she said it
gently, her own heart beating a little quicker than normal. She took the steaks and placed them on a
large warming platter.
A series of
peeps and chirps sounded from Artoo who was waiting patiently in the doorway of
the kitchen.
Mara grinned and waved a spatula at him. “Well, hello Squirt! It’s good to see you!”
What
suspiciously sounded like a groan erupted from Artoo and then a gurgle of
greeting. Mara laughed, knowing he
disliked her nickname for him, but really didn’t hold it against her. He trundled over to them and twittered and
chirruped for several seconds.
Mara looked
at Luke. “What was all that about?”
Luke shook
his head. Through the years, he had
become quite adept at deciphering Artoo’s electronic language, but that little
spiel had been too much even for him.
He leaned over to view Artoo’s small screen. Suddenly, he choked off a laugh and looked up at Mara.
She cocked an
eyebrow. “Well?”
*You’re not going to believe
this,* Luke sent into her mind.
*What do you mean?* Mara
asked.
Luke patted Artoo
on his domed head. *He wants to know if we are mating now...like Han and Leia.*
“What?!” Mara exclaimed out loud, looking at Artoo as
if he had suddenly grown horns. Her
cheeks filled with color and she sent to Luke, *Where did he get that from?*
*Well, he saw us kissing, but it
probably comes from Threepio. He’s
always been very fascinated by all...eh...human customs,* Luke
answered, his eyes dancing.
*Somebody should put a muzzle on Mr.
Goldenrod,* Mara snapped, annoyed that she could be
embarrassed by a droid. *Quit laughing. What are we going to tell him?*
Luke laughed
aloud, amused by her discomfort. *I love you, Mara.*
She sniffed
audibly, but her eyes softened. *Well...yeah...alright, but you didn’t
answer my question, Farmboy.*
*I think we should tell him the truth,*
Luke said.
*And then tell him not to speak
about it to anyone, especially Threepio.*
*You think we should tell him...that
we’re sleeping together?* Mara asked in astonishment.
*He does live here, Mara,* Luke
explained patiently. *He’s going to notice.*
Mara shot
Artoo a look. *Well, he may not know it now, but he’s going to be powering down a
lot!”
Luke couldn’t
help it; he burst out laughing.
It was his
turn to receive the look and Mara said aloud.
“Well, you take him into the living area and explain it to him. I don’t want any part of it. Besides, I have to set the table.”
Luke nodded,
but teased her gently, “Coward.”
Mara waved
the spatula at him. “Out, I said, out!”
********************
When they
were almost through with dinner, Luke said quietly, “You haven’t told me how it
went today at the med center.”
Mara swallowed her mouthful of salad, and they looked at each other for a long moment across the small table in the kitchen. Mara sighed, “Well, Farmboy, I have good news, I suppose. You’re not going to be father after all. At least, not anytime soon.”
She received
a brief flash of emotion from him before he quickly dampened it. Disappointment? Sorrow? She reached
across the table and took his hand.
“Luke...” she began.
He shook his
head and squeezed her hand. “No, it’s
alright, Mara.” He smiled gently. “But you know I wouldn’t have been upset if
you had been pregnant.”
Mara got up from her chair and went to him. He pulled her into his lap and she hugged him fiercely. They stayed that way for a quite awhile.
Finally, Luke kissed her hair and said, “You want to tell me now why you were feeling so anxious when you were at the clinic?”
Mara sat up
in his lap and sighed. “Oh that, I had
almost forgotten about it. When I was
coming out of the clinic and walking down the hall, I noticed someone lurking
about and my danger sense started tingling.”
Luke craned
his head to look into her face. She
shrugged. “I saw a man not far down the
hall, so I followed after him after taking out my hold-out blaster. When I caught up to him as he entered the
turbolift, he pointed his blaster at me.
When I thought about it later, I can't be sure if he had his blaster out
already or pulled it after he saw me with mine.”
Luke shook
his head. “Your danger sense has never
steered you wrong before.”
“I know...but
it’s just odd. Although I felt danger,
I couldn’t sense any of the man’s thoughts or intentions. It was just strange.”
Luke stared
off into space for a moment and then murmured,
“Yes, it is...very strange.”
After
straightening up the kitchen, they went into the living area and sat on the
huge couch. Luke suggested turning on
the holovid to watch the evening news, but Mara shook her head. She reminded him that they would probably be
the top news story since they had arrived together on Coruscant that
morning. Surely, the information had
gotten to the press by now, and she really didn’t want to hear it.
Luke grinned
and turned on some music instead. They
listened for a while and talked quietly.
Luke sat with his back to the arm of the couch with Mara nestled between
his legs, the back of her head resting on his shoulder. Occasionally they would kiss softly, but
mostly just sat, content to listen to the music and just be with one another.
Finally, Luke
asked, “When do you think we should tell Han and Leia?”
“Tell them
what?” Mara mumbled, half dozing in his
arms.
“About us,”
Luke answered, nuzzling against her hair.
Mara’s eyes
flew open and she stared at an enormous green plant against the wall across the
room as she pondered his words. “Do we
have to tell them?” she finally asked.
Luke pulled
back his head to look at her. “Why
shouldn’t we?”
Mara
shrugged. “I don’t know. I just thought maybe we’d keep it to
ourselves for a little while.” She
turned in his arms to face him. “It’s
just so new. I think we need to get used to it ourselves before we start
letting other people know.”
Luke ran a
finger down her cheek. “I don’t know if
I can keep it from them, especially my sister.”
“Oh, come on
Luke, I know you’ve kept things from Leia before, even if she does sense your
thoughts!” Mara scoffed.
“Of course,”
Luke said, smiling. “But I just think
she’ll probably notice when I drool every time I see you.”
Mara looked
at him a moment and then rolled her eyes.
“Oh, please.” She shook her head
at him and then laid her cheek on his shoulder. He took the opportunity to capture her mouth with his.
The kiss lasted
a long time and was very passionate.
They were both gasping for air when it ended. “See what I mean,” Luke teased gently.
Mara squirmed
a bit in his arms. “We don’t have to do that in front of them, you know.”
“I have a
Force-sensitive twin sister, Mara.
Don’t you think she'll be able to pick up on our emotions occasionally
no matter how hard we try to hide them?”
Luke argued. “It would be best
just to tell her and Han and be honest about it.”
Mara
sighed. “I suppose you’re right. Hopefully we won’t have to see them for a
few days. I still would like for us to
have some time just to ourselves.”
Luke drew in
a long breath, looking guilty.
Mara tilted
her head slightly towards him. “What?”
she asked ominously.
“Well, I
talked with Leia earlier today on the commlink.”
“And?”
“She wanted
me to come for dinner tonight, but I told her that it wasn’t a good time. So, she asked about tomorrow night and I
agreed.”
“So?” Mara said off-handedly. “You’re going to dinner at your
sister’s. What’s the big deal?”
“I asked her
if I could bring you with me and she said of course.”
“Luuke,” Mara
extended his name in a groan. “You
could have ask me first, you know.”
Luke looked a
little shamefaced and then took the wind out of her sails by saying, “I just
didn’t want to spend a whole evening without you near me.”
Mara watched
him for a moment and then whispered softly, “You’re sweet, Farmboy.”
He pulled her
close. “I love you, Mara. So much.
I want to be with you every second of every day.”
She rubbed
her face against his. “That could get a
little awkward at times, don’t you think?”
“It would be
worth it,” he muttered against her lips and then kissed her deeply again.
Soon they
were sprawled across the couch, one kiss leading to another and then
another. As the kisses deepened, their
hands were beginning to roam over one another.
Luke undid
the belt around Mara’s tunic and let it fall from her. He slipped a hand under the tunic and began
to gently caress one of her breasts.
She moaned softly and pressed closer to him, one hand around his back,
the other against his face.
Luke pulled
her further down onto the couch, then took her tunic and pulled it over her
head. She helped him, dropping the
clothing on the floor and then insisted he remove his too.
When they
pressed their partially clothed bodies against each other, they both groaned.
Luke held her tightly, one hand at the back of her head, the other easing under
her bra.
“Mara, my
love,” he whispered and then gently detached the clip on the bra. After helping her out of it, he tossed it
over the back of the couch and then buried his face between her breasts. She pressed his head to her and one of her
slender legs wrapped around his.
When his
mouth covered the tip of one of her breasts, a sharp, loud moan erupted from
her and she squirmed beneath him. Her
fingers buried themselves in his hair and she began to breathe a little
quicker.
Luke hardly
heard her. He pulled the little tip
into his mouth and gently suckled, his eyes closing like a child. They lay there for some time; Luke moving
from one breast to the other while Mara gently caressed his hair.
When his hand
attempted to slide under her waistband though, she stopped him. “Luke.”
He sighed
heavily and then rolled over onto his back, pulling her on top of him. “Okay, okay,” he muttered, taking a deep,
calming breath. “I know.”
She rested
her chin on his muscled chest. “And
what do you know, Farmboy?”
“I know we
can’t,” he mumbled, distracted by her fingers, which was gently pulling on one
of the tiny hard nubs on his chest.
“Can’t what?”
she asked softly, and he looked at her, noticing for the first time the
darkened green of her passion-filled eyes.
“We can’t
make love,” he whispered, memories of those days on her freighter on the way to
Coruscant fresh in his mind. Without
the prevention meds, they couldn’t take the chance, and it had been sheer
agony, having her around that close and keeping his hands off her.
“Ahhh...but
you forget, Farmboy,” she whispered teasingly, her tongue taking the place of
her fingers. “I saw the medical droid
this morning.”
Luke blinked,
and then without saying a word, sat up, dumping Mara off of him and onto the
couch. She looked at him in
astonishment. He grinned, got to his
feet, and picked her up off the couch.
He headed for the bedroom.
Over his
shoulder, Mara looked about the room.
“Skywalker, where’s Artoo? I don’t
want the little Squirt to be watching anything here.”
“Is that why
you stopped me on the couch?” Luke
asked, and then didn’t wait for her reply.
“He’s at his recharging station, powered down for the night,” Luke
chuckled and then laughed out loud when Mara snorted indelicately, “Well, it’s
a good thing. I don’t want to have to
deal with any more questions about mating.”
When they
reached the bedroom, Luke sat on the side of the bed, holding Mara in his
lap. Mara was glancing around the
room. “Sithspit!” she suddenly cursed.
“What?” Luke
asked, slightly alarmed.
Mara pointed
at the huge transparisteel windows that took up one whole wall of the
bedroom. Just at the moment, although
not a sound could be heard, a transport bus-speeder filled with what appeared
to be a bunch of partygoers sailed by.
She couldn’t believe it. “How
can you sleep in here with all that traffic?
And I’ll tell you right now, buddy boy, we are not making love where
half of Coruscant can see us!”
Luke pulled
her face back around and placed a gentle kiss on her outraged mouth. “Mara,
it’s reflective transparisteel on the outside.
We can see out, but no one can see in.”
She looked at
him quickly and then said abashedly, “Oh.”
He lay back on
the huge bed, pulling her with him.
They nestled together and then Luke kissed her again. It was a soft, tender kiss, more a gentle
playing with one another’s lips than a deep passionate one. They enjoyed it very much and their emotions
begin to flow into one another, along with an almost mutual understanding that
there was no reason to hurry.
Their first
joining had been a bit of a struggle for them both and their second, a hurried
rush of passion. But not this
time. They had plenty of time, all
night if they wished, to explore, to investigate, to become comfortable with
one another as never before, and they didn’t want to waste the opportunity.
After they
shed their remaining clothes, their hands and mouths roamed over each other,
learning, discovering, gaining knowledge and skill. When Luke finally deepened their kisses, slipping his tongue
between Mara’s lips, she was already limp and a bit weak with desire. Her body tingled in all the places that Luke
had touched, kissed and caressed.
Her mouth
opened wider and her tongue met his joyfully.
She groaned into his mouth, pulling him closer. “Luke, I...I...” she
moaned. Gods, why couldn’t she just say
it? Why couldn’t she tell him she loved
him? It had to be love. She hadn’t a clue what love really was, but
surely, this...this had to be it. No
man had ever touched her like Luke and she didn’t mean just physically. This man touched her soul, her essence.
“Luke...” she
started again in a hoarse whisper, but his mouth cut her off, filling her own
with his tongue. His hands began to
move with more purpose, more intent and all coherent thought fled from Mara’s
mind.
He moved her
gently underneath him, settling himself between her thighs, and she was ready
for him, lifting her hips. He looked
down at her with those beautiful blue eyes and let his emotions flow into her,
mesmerizing her even as he gently, easily entered her body.
She arched
underneath him, taking him in as deeply as she could, and the last of her
barriers dropped, letting all her feelings, her emotions, even her confusion
flood into him.
His arms slid
tightly around her, holding her against him, even as he began to thrust,
slowly, steadily. “I know, Mara, I
know...,” he groaned against her cheek.
She had no
idea what he knew, she didn’t know herself what she felt...but she did know
that she craved him and their bond, that strange and wonderful connection they
shared, craved it like an addict did a drug.
His thrusts
became quicker, harder and she lifted herself to him, encouraging him for
more. And the light...the brilliant,
amazing light was beginning again, flashing around them and into them and she
held him, held on for dear life as they fused together, body and soul.
Her mouth
opened and she cried out his name, in sheer, unadulterated joy.
Chapter 14
The next morning.
Captain Maat
Parrin entered General Drogrono Diaishuut’s elaborate and highly decorative
office suite. He glanced around, amazed
again that the general could get so much...stuff...in one office. And in Parrin’s opinion, the place was just
too ostentatious and pretentious, altogether a realistic representation of the
general himself.
Parrin nodded
to the attractive young female who sat behind the desk in the reception
area. “General Diaishuut wanted to see
me, I believe,” he told her. She
nodded, her eyes openly traveling his trim figure, encased tightly in his neat
and crisp officer’s uniform.
Parrin’s lips
tightened perceptibly. How like the
general to have such a forward young woman as his military receptionist. The general’s penchant for women was
well-known and viewed for the most part as scandalous behavior for a man in his
position. The problem was that he was so firmly entrenched in the hierarchy of
the military that nothing was ever done about it.
The
receptionist got up from her desk, smiled invitingly and told him that she
would inform the general that he was there.
She waved toward the chairs in the small reception area and asked him to
take a seat. She then disappeared into
the inner sanctum of the office.
Parrin sat
down and waited. A quarter of an hour
later, he glanced at his chrono for the umpteenth time, annoyance beginning to
seep into him. The general was
apparently up to his old tricks again...he loved to keep his subordinate
officers waiting around on him. It
probably gave him some sick sense of power.
And with that willing young tart in there with him...
A door opened
and the receptionist came out, smoothing her hair back into place. Parrin tried to keep the distaste off his
face, but he wasn’t very successful.
“The general
will see you now,” the girl cooed, her eyes traveling over him again.
Parrin
ignored her and walked into the big office of his commanding officer.
Diaishuut was
sitting behind his oversized desk, a thin cigarra held in one of his pudgy
hands.
“Ah...Parrin. Just the man I wanted to see,” the general
said, propping his feet up on his desk.
He took a long pull on his cigarra and then blew the smoke in Parrin’s
direction.
Parrin’s lips
tightened, but he didn’t say anything.
He lived for the day that his tenure with the general would be
finished. If only he could get that
promotion. He drew in a silent
breath. His promotion depended on the
overweight blob of guts sitting behind the desk, and he knew it. One wrong move that upset the general and
his dream of being a major would go right down the tubes.
“Well? Did you carry out my orders?” the general demanded, suddenly swinging his
feet to the floor and slamming his hand on the desk.
Parrin didn’t
even react. He was used to the
general’s silly little tricks of intimidation.
When he had been first assigned as his aide-de-camp, the general had
terrified him. That is, until he
realized just what a small man he was, small in stature and small in spirit.
“Yes,
sir. The droid reported back from the
medical center yesterday.”
“And? Listen, Parrin, you had better have carried
this out carefully. I didn’t pay a
small fortune to get a human replica droid for this scheme to not work. Well, did he see Jade?”
“He did,
although he made no contact with her.
He said she pulled a blaster and came after him in a corridor at the
medical center. He barely got away.”
Some of the
ruddy color in the general’s face faded.
“How the Hoth would she have known there was any danger?” he demanded
hoarsely. “Damn Jedi! Parrin, you had better not bungle this or
I’ll have you stationed on a planet in the farthest corner of the Outer
Rim. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,
general,” Parrin replied stiffly.
The general
sat back in his chair, his mind racing.
“Did you say the medical center?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What was she
doing there?”
“The HRD said
she was examined by one of the medical droids and given some sort of
medications. He wasn’t able to obtain
information on what kind.”
The general
frowned. “What kind of medical droid
did she see?”
“A
gynecologist, sir.”
The general
chuckled nastily. “A female
doctor? Maybe Skywalker’s been giving
her too much of a workout.” He rubbed
his chin. “Where did she go after
that?”
“Skywalker’s
apartment.”
Diaishuut’s
lips tightened. “Was he waiting for
her?”
“No, he came
later.”
“And?”
“They haven’t
left the apartment since then, sir.”
“Of course
not,” the general snarled. “Too busy
with one another, I’m sure.” His small
eyes narrowed, “Did they see anyone else?”
“No,
sir. Skywalker had his R2 droid with
him when he came back to the apartment, but no one else has been there.”
“Not even his
sister?”
“No, sir.”
“Hmmmmm... Alright, Parrin, you’re dismissed, but I
want to see you here at 0800 sharp tomorrow.
And bring that droid with you. I
want to talk to him myself.”
Parrin came
to attention and saluted the general smartly.
The man behind the desk waved his hand impatiently and began to shuffle
though some datacards.
Parrin turned
on his heels and left.
*********************************
Later, that evening.
As Luke rode
the turbolift down to Mara’s floor in the old Imperial Palace, he was thinking
over how he was going to tell Han and Leia about the new relationship that he
and Mara shared. He knew that both of
them still had some reservations about Mara and her past as the Emperor’s Hand,
but he also knew that once they understood the extent of the feelings between
him and Mara that they would be happy for him, for them both.
Mara lived in a more modest section of the Imperial Palace than he did, and it seemed to teem with people compared to the relative silence of his own. As he exited the turbolift, a small group of three or four children raced down the hallway and passed him on both sides, heading in the direction of a large transparisteel window at the end of the corridor. One of the children, an older boy, skidded to a stop and glanced back over his shoulder. His pale eyes widened and then he turned and ran after the other children, calling for them to stop.
Luke
sighed. Obviously the child had
recognized him and was alerting his friends.
He hurried over to Mara’s door. *Mara?*
he sent to her.
*Come on in, the door’s open,* she
told him. He pressed the entry panel
and the door slid open without a sound.
He walked in and caught sight of Mara at her commlink center. A tiny transparent figure of Talon Karrde
wavered over a small hologram projector.
“Yes, I
understand,” Mara was telling him. “No,
it’s no problem. I’ll take care of it.”
Karrde said
something that Luke didn’t catch, and Mara said, nodding, “Yeah, alright. Then I’ll say goodbye for now.” Mara pushed a button on the unit and the
hologram of Karrde disappeared.
Luke walked
over to her and kissed her on the top of her head. He slid his hands down her arms and nuzzled under her ear.
Mara sighed,
tilting her head back to give him access to her throat. “Mmmmm...you had better quit that or we
won’t make it to your sister’s for dinner.”
Luke started
undoing the buttons on the front of her full, oversized shirt. She slapped his hands away. “Stop it, Luke. I’ve already taken a shower and dressed and I’m not doing all
that over again.”
He put his
hands on her waist and pulled her to him.
They rested against each other for a moment. “If it were anybody but my sister...” he mumbled into her hair.
She
snorted. “Well, it is your sister, and
this was all your idea, so we may as well go and get it over with.” She sighed heavily. “Just what are you going to tell them?”
“About
what?” he muttered, nuzzling under her
hair. “Nice scent, what is it?”
“Nlorna,” she
replied, mentioning the fragrant flower used in many different perfumes. “And don’t try to change the subject.”
“Do you mean
what am I going to tell them about us?”
he asked.
“Come on,
Skywalker, you know what I’m talking about.”
He
chuckled. “I’m going to tell them I’m
madly in love with you and can’t wait to drag you into bed every chance I get.”
Mara pushed
him away. “Stop it, Luke. I’m serious.”
“Alright,
alright,” he said. “Mara, you know I love and adore you, that I want to marry
you.”
“Are you
going to tell them all that?” Mara exclaimed, horrified.
Luke frowned
and took her hand. “Why not? It’s the
truth.”
“I know,
Luke,” Mara sighed. “I just...I just don’t think we should tell them that
you...that we...have that serious a...” her voice trailed off.
“Mara,” Luke said,
running a finger lovingly down her cheek.
“I’m not ashamed of our relationship.
It’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Mara closed
her eyes and leaned against him. “I’m
not either, Luke. Our relationship is
very important to me, too. I just want
to savor it without too many people knowing, at least for now.”
“Then what do
you think we should tell them?” Luke
asked, willing to compromise. “As I
said before, I don’t think we can hide it from them.”
“Well, let’s
just say we have decided to date for awhile and let it go at that,” Mara
whispered, rubbing her face against his.
“That way, we can gradually work our way into telling them everything.”
Luke nodded.
“Alright.”
Mara kissed
him gently on the lips. “And let’s wait
to tell them until after dinner. I
don’t want to give Leia too much time to ask questions or Han too much time to
smirk!”
Luke laughed
out loud and hugged her tightly.
“Alright, Mara, we’ll do it your way.”
Meanwhile in the Solo apartment:
“So you don’t
think I should ask them any questions?”
Leia said, putting some final touches on a huge roasted Uln that had
been prepared by the kitchen droid. The
bird was one of Luke’s favorite meals, and she had spent most of the afternoon
preparing it.
“No,” Han
replied, laying the dinner wine on ice to chill. “I think we should let them tell us in their own way. They’ll get around to it when they’re
ready.”
Leia let out
a huge sigh. “But I want to know
nowww... All right. I know, I’m nosy,
but he’s my brother and I want him to be happy.”
Han
laughed. “Have you sensed any
unhappiness from him lately?”
Leia shook
her head. “No...actually quite the opposite.
He seems more contented and relaxed than I’ve seen him in a long time.”
Han walked over
to her and tried to steal a taste of the Uln.
She shooed him away, but he still managed to get a small piece. Popping
it into his mouth, he said, “Then leave them be, Leia. They’ll let us know when it’s time.”
Not long
after that, the door chime sounded and Han opened the door to see a smiling
Luke and, to his surprise, a somewhat nervous Mara Jade. He waved for them to come in. “Right on
time, guys,” he said and then called in the direction of the kitchen. “Leia,
they’re here.”
Han wasn’t
surprised to see Artoo trundle in behind them.
Usually when Luke paid a visit, he brought Artoo with him so the droid
could spend some time with his old friend Threepio. Han smiled when he saw the droid immediately head for the small
chamber off the living area where Threepio spent the majority of his time when
the family didn’t need him.
Han led Luke
and Mara into the lounge and headed over to the small bar in the corner. “What will you kids have? We have just enough time for a short one
before dinner.”
Luke grinned
at the expression on Mara’s face. He
knew what she was thinking; it had probably been years since she had been
referred to as a ‘kid’, if she had ever been.
“I’ll have a
small Corellian whiskey,” Luke told Han, taking Mara’s hand and pulling her
over to the big couch in the center of the room.
“A glass of
wine for me, Solo,” Mara said, sitting down on the couch and pulling her hand
away from Luke’s. *Remember?* she sent to
him. *No public displays of affection.
We’re not telling them until after dinner.*
*All right,* Luke groused, resisting the urge to cup her face with his hands
and cover that pouting mouth with his.
His intent showed clearly on his face and she frowned heavily at him. *Don’t
even think about it,* she warned,
glaring green blades at him.
“Alderaanian?”
Han suddenly said, causing Mara to jump slightly. She looked up, startled to see him standing directly in front of
them. She swallowed and said, “I’m
sorry?”
Han cleared
his throat, watching the two of them.
Obviously, they had been deep in conversation. He hadn’t lived around Jedi for most of the past ten years and
not know when they were having one of those infernal mind conversations. “I asked if Alderaanian wine would
do?” he repeated to Mara.
She looked a
bit flustered, but answered him calmly enough.
“Of course, Solo, that would be perfect.” She took the glass of wine from him, took a small sip and leaned
back against the couch.
Han dropped
into a cushy chair across from the couch.
“Well, what have you two been up to lately?”
The wine
glass jerked in Mara’s hand and spilled some of its contents on her full, loose
shirt. “Sithspit,” she cursed, wiping
at her shirt with her hand.
“Here, let
me,” Luke said, leaning closer and pressing a small cloth napkin Han had given
him with his whiskey against the damp spot.
Unfortunately, the spot was right over Mara’s left breast and at Luke’s
touch, they instantly became aware of one another. They looked intently at each other and the air virtually sizzled
between them.
Across from
them, Han’s eyebrows lifted and he didn’t even attempt to hide the huge grin
that widened his mouth. He stood,
waiting for them to notice him. He
waited in vain, so he cleared his throat again.
They looked up,
startled, and Luke quickly removed his hand from the front of Mara’s blouse.
Han said, “I
think I’ll go check on Leia and dinner.
You two make yourselves at home.”
He didn’t hide the teasing tone in his voice and was pleased to see the
color flood into Mara Jade’s cheeks.
Han had never seen her so nervous or so...shy? It wasn’t a word he normally associated with her.
He sauntered
out of the living area into the dining room where Leia was giving final
instructions to a serving droid. He
came up behind her, slid his arms around her waist and nuzzled the back of her
neck.
“Whoa,” Leia
laughed, turning in his arms. “What’s
that about, Captain Solo?”
“Just copying
the mood your dear brother seems to be spreading all over the place,” Han
teased, capturing her lips for a long, passionate kiss.
When they
parted, Leia looked up at him in astonishment.
“You mean Luke and Mara are...”
Han threw
back his head and laughed. “No, at least they weren’t when I left them in the
living room, but it’s obvious they can barely keep their hands off one
another.”
Leia’s dark
brown eyes grew large. “Then it’s
true? You think they are lovers?”
“If I were to
go by my instincts, I would say a whopping big yes, but I still think we had
better let them tell us in their own good time,” Han said, hugging his wife to
him again.
Leia
sighed. “I’m glad, Han. I’m so happy for Luke...and Mara too. They will be very good for one another.”
“Yeah, I
think so too,” Han replied. “I can
already see a change in Mara.”
“You can?” Leia asked.
“Yep. She doesn’t seem as abrasive as she used to
be. Looks like Luke may have mellowed
her a little.”
Leia burst
out laughing. “I wouldn’t bet any
credits on that! She’s probably just
that way with him!” She stepped out of her
husband’s arms. “Well, go and get them,
dinner’s ready, and I can’t wait to see the happy pair!”
When Luke and
Mara entered the dining room, Leia rushed over to them, grabbing her brother
and hugging him tightly. “Luke! It’s so
good to see you!” She stepped back and
gave him a big smile.
He grinned
and dropped a kiss on her cheek. “It’s
good to see you too, sis.”
Leia turned
and took Mara’s hand. “I’m so glad you
could join us for dinner, Mara. It’s
always wonderful to have you here.”
Mara smiled
and squeezed Leia’s hand. “Thank you,
Leia.”
Leia looked
from Luke to Mara and back again. Her
eyes were dancing with laughter, but she didn’t say anything more, just
motioned for them to take their seats at the table.
They ate
their meal, bantering lightly among themselves, not even realizing how much a
family they all seemed.
Finally, Luke
asked, “Where are the babies?”
Leia
laughed. “Asleep, Luke. The Noghri are with them. It’s long past their bedtime anyway.” She laughed again. “You’re going to have to get more familiar with the routines of
babies, I suspect.” She shot a glance
at Mara who determinedly kept her attention on her meal, not rising to any bait
Leia might be throwing out.
Luke asked
another question. “You said the Noghri
are with them? Where’s Winter?”
It was Han
who laughed then. “Oh, she’s out with
her new boyfriend.”
“Han,” Leia
warned. “You know she said they were
just friends.”
“Yeah, I
know,” Han said, his tongue firmly in his cheek. “But you didn’t see how he looked at her when he came to pick her
up. Like she was his favorite dessert
or something.”
“Who are we
talking about?” Mara asked. She hadn’t known that Winter was dating
anyone.
“I don’t know
if you know him, Mara,” Leia said. “But
Luke does. He’s one of his old Rogue
Squadron buddies.”
“Really?” Luke asked.
“Who?”
“Tycho,” Han
told him, laughing. “Tycho Celchu.”
“You’re
joking,” Luke said. Then he nodded his
head. “I suppose when you think of it,
it’s a logical choice. After all, they are
both Alderaanian.”
“That doesn’t
make any difference,” Han laughed, glancing at his wife.
Leia nodded.
“And Winter says they are just friends, although they have been spending a lot
of time together.”
There was a
pause in the conversation and Luke glanced at his sister, who was watching him
with a slight smile on her lips.
*Well, brother?* she
asked in his mind and then stifled a giggle when she saw Mara’s head come
up. Obviously, Mara had caught the
thought too.
Luke sighed. *Not now, Leia.*
Leia decided
not to tease them anymore, so she asked aloud.
“So, Mara, how long are you going to be on Coruscant?”
“Actually,
I’m going to have to leave tomorrow,” Mara said, taking a bite of her Uln. “By the way, Leia, this is delicious.”
No one seemed
to notice Luke, who was looking as if he had been suddenly slapped in the face.
“What do you
mean, you’re leaving tomorrow?” he
asked, his face hardening into a scowl as he turned to Mara.
Mara blinked
in surprise at him. “Yes, in the
morning. Karrde called earlier and said
he needed me to take care of some business for him.”
“Why didn’t
you tell me?” Luke demanded harshly.
Mara’s mouth
pressed into a tight line, showing her annoyance at his tone. “You didn’t ask.”
They both had
forgotten the other two people who were watching them with wide eyes.
“What does he
want you to do and where are you going?”
Luke was relentless.
Mara sighed
heavily. “Luke, it’s my job. I have to work, you know that.”
Luke put his
napkin on the table with a little more force than was necessary. “Mara, answer
my questions,” he demanded again, not even attempting to control his rising
temper. How dare she not tell him!
“Uh...kids...uh,
maybe...,” Han started.
They both
shot him a dirty look, so he subsided, glancing at Leia who raised her
eyebrows.
Luke turned
back to Mara. “Where are you going?”
Mara tossed
her red-gold braid over her shoulder.
“The Corporate Sector.”
“The
Corporate Sector?” Luke repeated, in
shock. “It’s full of thieves, cut-throats
and...” He trailed off, thinking better
of his last thought.
“Smugglers?” Mara finished for him icily. She stood up from the table, glaring down at
him.
Luke stood
with her. “It’s too dangerous,
Mara. You’re not going. I forbid it,” he growled, glaring at her in
return.
Leia gasped
in shock, but neither of them paid her the slightest attention.
“You...FORBID...it?!” Mara repeated unbelievably, looking at Luke
as if she thought he had gone insane.
She took a long, deep breath, as if preparing herself. And before the other two stunned occupants
at the table, the usually calm and confident Luke and Mara dissolved into a
screaming match worthy of any two spoiled children wrestling over a favorite
toy.
It continued
for some moments as Leia and Han watched, their eyes bulging from their
sockets.
Finally, Mara
snarled. “I will do what I want, when I
want and where I want, Skywalker, and don’t you ever forget it!” She stomped towards the dining room door.
Luke followed
her, raised his arm and force-whirled her around to face him. “Don’t you dare leave. We have to talk this out.”
Enraged that
he would use the Force on her, Mara opened her mouth to blast him again when
Artoo trundled into the room, squealing and beeping at the top of his
electronic power. He rolled over to
them, never letting up on his constant chatter.
Mara looked
at him in astonishment. “What the...?”
Luke scowled
horribly. “Artoo, what do you want?”
Artoo went
into a long bout of rapid beeps and hoots, his grappling arm waving in the
air.
Threepio came
through the door. “Master Luke, I tried
to stop him, but you know how he is when...”
“Hush, Threepio,” Leia said from the table. She couldn’t believe her eyes. It looked for all the world like Artoo was scolding Luke and Mara.
Luke and Mara
both leaned over to read Artoo’s small screen.
Suddenly,
Mara straightened up and said defensively,
“He started it, Squirt, blame him.”
Then she glared at Luke, whirled on her heels and disappeared through
the door. A few moments later, they
heard the front door open and close.
There was a
moment of quiet in the dining room, and then Artoo started beeping and
chattering again. Luke sighed, staring
angrily in the direction of Mara’s departure.
“No, Artoo, it’s okay, you don’t understand.”
A
high-pitched squeal erupted from Artoo, clearly another scold, and then he,
too, turned abruptly and disappeared through the door from which he had
come. Threepio followed him. “See
there, Artoo, I told you it wasn’t a good idea to interrupt...”
More loud
squealing from Artoo cut Threepio off.
Luke started
towards the front door.
“Luke?” Leia
called, rising from the table.
Luke turned,
glared at her a moment, mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “Women”
under his breath, then left the room. A
moment later they heard the front door open and close again.
Leia looked
at Han in astonishment, but all he did was lean back in his chair and down the
rest of his glass of wine.
“Han,” she
demanded. “What in the galaxy was that
all about?”
Han laughed,
got up from the table and strolled over to Leia. He slung his arm about her shoulders. “You know, sweetheart, I think we just witnessed their first
lovers’ quarrel. I haven’t seen a
couple fight that passionately since...well...since you and I!”
They looked
at one another for a moment and then both burst out laughing, hugging each
other tightly.
When their
laughter finally subsided, Han pulled back at looked at his wife. His eyes shone with mischief as he glanced
back towards the door. "If our history is an example, it looks like life
is going to be much more interesting for your brother and Mara Jade in the
weeks to come."
Luke stood in front of Mara’s apartment door, fluctuating between still seething and controlling the fear that was rising within him. How could she be so unreasonable? Didn’t she realize how much he loved her? He would never want to see her placed in danger of any kind. If something happened to her, he didn’t know if he could go on living.
He sighed
heavily, knowing the next few moments weren’t going to be easy. *Mara?*
*Go away,* she answered quickly. He
knew she had sensed his presence even before he reached the door.
*Open the door, Mara. We need to talk,* he told her,
trying to be as patient and reasonable as he could.
*Why doesn’t the big, powerful Jedi
just blow it down with his mind!* she snarled sarcastically.
Luke leaned
his forehead against the door. *Mara, I’m sorry about that...I acted before
I thought. I know I shouldn’t have used
the Force like that.*
She didn’t say anything, and he could feel her anger, her barely contained fury.
*Mara,
please... If you are going away
tomorrow, are you really not going to let me in? At least, to say goodbye?”
There was a long, difficult moment of silence.
Luke waited, his forehead still pressed against the door. “Mara, please...” he mumbled under his breath. What if she did leave in the morning without seeing him, without giving either of them the chance to talk it out? They would be right back to square one in their relationship. He straightened and ran a hand over the tight, tense muscles in the back of his neck.
The door eased open.
They stood there for some time, just staring at one another, and then Mara slowly moved aside, motioning with her hand for him to come in.
He walked into her small living area and took a seat on the couch. Mara followed, but sat down in a chair across from him. He felt a stab of hurt that she didn’t sit beside him, but he tried not to show it.
“Mara, look, I’m sorry,” he started, then shook his head. “I didn’t mean to yell at you like that.”
At first he didn’t think she was even going to acknowledge his apology, but she finally said, “Then why did you, Luke? You know as well as I do that I have a job with responsibilities and that I can be called away at anytime to do it. You have seen me leave Coruscant before when Karrde needed me elsewhere.”
He nodded. “I know, Mara. This time...well, it’s different.”
“How’s it different? Because we’ve slept together? I can’t and I won’t give up my job just to be your mistress, Luke.”
He worked to hide the hurt from the comment and looked at her sharply. “I would never ask you to do that, Mara.”
“Then why the big scene tonight...in front of your sister and Solo?” Mara demanded. She looked away from him, faint color coming in her cheeks. “Gods, Luke, that was so embarrassing.” She wasn’t the type of woman who cried easily, but Skywalker had reduced her to tears more often in the last few days than she had been in her entire life. She was determined not to cry this time, though a knot in her throat the size of a Hutt threatened to choke her.
Luke watched her for a moment and then tried a tentative probe, risking that it might make her even angrier. But she had her barriers up strong and tight; there was no way he was getting into her mind.
He sighed and stood up, walking over to her chair. She watched him warily as he neared, but didn’t say anything. When he reached her, he didn’t give her time to object. He just pulled her up into his arms, covering her mouth with his just as she opened it to say something.
He kissed her with all the pent-up emotions he had been feeling all evening, with all that he had ever felt for her, the love, the desire, the need. But now, along with it, came the sudden fear for her, the anxiety that consumed him when she wasn’t near him. He opened his heart and his mind, pounding against her barriers until with a gasp into his mouth, she let him in.
“Damn you, Luke Skywalker,” she cried hoarsely, clinging to him, as his emotions poured like an avalanche into her mind.
He pulled her over to the couch and they collapsed onto it, holding each other tightly.
“I love you, Mara,” he whispered. “I know I was wrong this evening.” He swallowed. “I know I’m going to have to apologize to Leia and Han.” He wasn’t looking forward to it. There was no way his sister and brother-in-law didn’t understand the relationship between him and Mara now, and they would be full of questions that Mara had not wanted him to answer...at least, not now. All in all, he had pretty much failed her the whole evening.
He turned her face to him, determined to make her understand. “Mara, look, I know that I can’t hold you to me like that; I can’t keep you a prisoner. But I wanted you to know...to understand why I reacted that way. I’ve never loved anyone...anyone at all in my life like I love you. You mean everything to me. And you’ll just have to understand that sometimes...I’m going to be afraid for you, that I will want to protect you.”
“Luke,” she said gently, one hand going to his cheek. “I’m not a child to be protected. I’m Mara Jade, the Emperor’s Hand. I’ve had more training in how to take care of myself than most people would receive in ten lifetimes. You don’t have to worry about me.”
“Yes, I do,” he groaned, pulling her onto his lap. “You’re my other half, without you I’m not whole, I’m empty. If something should happen to you, Mara, I...”
She put her fingers against his lips. “Shhh..,” she whispered softly. “Nothing’s going to hap...”
But he didn’t give her a chance to say anymore, covering her mouth with a kiss so desperate that when they finally broke apart, they were both gasping for air.
Mara leaned weakly against him, a tiny worry tickling the edge of her mind. Why this sudden, irrational fear for her safety? It wasn’t like Luke. Sure, he could be overprotective at times, but he also understood and respected how capable she was. It didn’t make any sense for him to have acted the way he did.
Luke pressed his forehead against hers. “I will never hold you back, Mara. I know you have a life to lead, the same as I do. I just want to be a part of yours, always.”
“You will, Luke,” Mara reassured him, kissing him gently on the nose. How could she stay angry with him? He smothered her anger with a love that she could hardly believe, much less understand. But deep down, somewhere in her core, she knew that what they shared was very, very special and she would never, ever, be able to live without it.
Luke leaned back against the arm of the couch, pulling her with him. They snuggled together. “Promise?” he whispered against her cheek. “Promise I’ll always be in your life?”
“I promise,” she answered, just as softly. She felt him relax then and she did too, laying her head on his shoulder.
Later that night:
General Diaishuut keyed in the code to his office and the heavily enforced door slid open. He motioned for the tall, slender man with him to enter the room first. After glancing in both directions down the hallway to make sure no one had noticed them, Diaishuut followed the man into the office.
He walked into the larger, more elaborate room that served as his personal office and turned to the man who had followed him in.
“Well?”
The slender man stood rigidly at attention, but he wasn’t wearing any type of military uniform. “Captain Parrin said I was to meet with you in the morning.”
“I changed my mind,” the general told him. “That’s why I called you in tonight. I’ve made a decision about Parrin, and I’m going to need you to take care of it.”
The man nodded his head towards the general.
Diaishuut’s eyes wandered up and down the slim figure. He sighed. “Amazing, simply amazing. Were you made by Massad Thrumble?” The general was referring to the director of the enormous Droid Research Facility that had been one of the late Emperor Palpatine’s favorite projects. The construction of human replica droids had been a high priority at the height of the Empire, but the cost was extremely high and in the end, only a few of the HRD’s had been made.
The one standing across from the general slowly nodded his head in answer to the general’s question.
Diaishuut grunted and walked to his desk. He dropped into the heavily cushioned chair behind it. “It was sheer luck I found you. If I didn’t have some information on Chertec, I would not have come close to affording what one of you droids cost.” He leaned back in his chair, propping his feet on the desk, a favored position. Because of his movement, he missed the slight sneer that flickered across the HRD’s face.
Chertec, an underground crime lord, who worked his business dealings between the slimier side of Coruscant and the Hutts, had been reluctant to release his HRD to the general. In the end, he had had no choice. Diaishuut’s network of intelligence had enough on Chertec to send him to Kessel for life.
“What do they call you?” the general asked.
“Erdar,” the HRD replied.
“I’m assuming that your additional programming has been performed and there were no malfunctions.”
“Everything worked perfectly. My functions are all operational.”
The general stood up and walked over to the droid. “So...you’re the only one in existence now that the first one, Guri, had herself reprogrammed.” The general walked around the droid, looking him over carefully. “The perfect assassin...powerful, intelligent, and without one iota of conscience...how utterly convenient.”
“Yes, sir,” Erdar replied.
Diaishuut walked back to his desk and leaned against it. “You understand what you are to do.”
Erdar nodded. “I will eliminate the Jedi woman, Mara Jade.”
“When are you planning on doing this?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Ahhh...very good,” the general smirked, rubbing his hands together. ”That will be perfect too. It will be good to be rid of another Jedi. They are more trouble than they are worth.” The general looked sharply at the droid. “You understand what you are to do if Luke Skywalker is with her.”
“I will kill them both,” Erdar said, his cold, emotionless eyes watching the general.
The general was pleased. “There is one more task I have for you and you must do it tonight.” The general turned to his desk and took a datacard from it. He handed it to the droid. “This is the address of Captain Parrin. Go there and eliminate him.”
The droid took the card, but seemed to hesitate.
“What is it?” the general asked.
“Captain Parrin is your aide-de-camp, General. He is the one who gave me my instructions concerning the Jedi woman.”
Diaishuut nodded briskly. “True, but do you recall what I said about you a few moments ago.”
“I recall everything, General Diaishuut. I have perfect memory.”
The general was amused. “Yes, you do and perfect skills with the added plus of absolutely no remorse. You see, Erdar, that is the problem with Captain Parrin. He has a conscience and someday that conscience will get the best of him, and we certainly don’t want that to happen, now do we?”
The HRD stood motionless.
“Eliminate him,” the general said harshly. “Tonight.”
A few blocks away.
“No, I’m alright, Asnee,” Maat Parrin assured his sister for the third time. Her gentle face still contained a worried frown, and Maat adjusted a quality button on his comm unit, bringing her face into sharper focus.
“I’ve been worried about you, Maat,” she said. “You have been so preoccupied. Do you realize you missed your niece’s birthday last week?”
Parrin closed his eyes. Oh gods, he had totally forgotten. “I’m sorry, Asnee. General Diaishuut has really been putting me through my paces the past couple of weeks. I’ll make it up to Mari, I promise.”
His sister sighed. “It’s not that, Maat. She’s already forgiven you.” Her frown deepened. “When do you think you are going to get that promotion? I...I don’t like Diaishuut, Maat, he’s not a very good person.”
It was Parrin’s turn to sigh. “I know, Asnee. It can’t be much longer, and if I do get the promotion, I’m fairly certain that I will be assigned somewhere else. Believe me, you can’t want that more than I do.” He paused a moment and then continued. “Asnee, listen...eh...I’m sending you a datacard. It contains some information that I want you to deliver to Alliance Headquarters...if something should happen to me.”
His sister’s eyes widened. “What does that mean, Maat? Do you think you are in danger? What’s going on?”
“No, Asnee, no. Now, don’t get upset. It’s strictly a precaution.”
“I don’t like this, Maat. I don’t like it at all,” his sister insisted.
“Asnee, I need you to do this for me,” Parrin said. “Please?”
Asnee looked intently at her younger brother. “Maat, you know I’d do anything for you, but I’m so worried about you. The general...”
“I’ll be fine, Asnee,” Maat cut her off. “And soon, this will be all over. I’ll get my promotion and then life will be good. I promise.”
His sister watched him for a moment. During the past few years that Maat had worked for General Dongrono Diaishuut, he had asked her several times to keep datacards of information for him, yet this time seemed different. The tired lines around his eyes had deepened and suddenly her younger brother looked older than his age.
“Maat,” she began. “Please be careful. If there is anything more I can do...”
“You’ll do it,” he finished for her again, smiling at her. “Thanks, Asnee. I’ll see you over the weekend, alright?”
She nodded. “I’ll hold you to that, Maat.”
He signed off, then leaned his head back against his chair. He just hoped he wasn’t in a prison cell along with the general by the time the weekend rolled around.
The next morning.
Something tickled Mara Jade’s nose and she wrinkled it, trying to get rid of whatever was pestering her. It didn’t help, so with a soft groan, she forced her eyes open.
The early morning light was easing into her small bedroom through the one transparisteel window that the room contained. Mara blinked against the light and suddenly became conscious that she was laying on something quite warm and it was gently rising and falling.
She smiled and gently rubbed her face against the warm surface. Then she pressed an open-mouthed kiss to it.
“You can do that all morning if you want,” a slightly husky male voice whispered. “I won’t mind.”
Her smile grew feral, and she nipped his skin with her teeth.
“Owww, Mara,” Luke protested, rubbing the spot.
She sat up in the bed, stretching. “That’s what you get for tickling me with those skinny, little hairs on your chest,” she informed him.
She was taken totally by surprise when his hands gripped her shoulders and flung her back down on the bed. He covered her body with his.
She lifted an eyebrow. “And just what do you think you’re doing, buddy boy?”
He grinned. “Revenge, my sweet.”
“I thought Jedi didn’t do revenge.”
He mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, “Only on other Jedi”, before his mouth covered hers.
Mara ran her fingers into his hair and pulled him closer. If this was his idea of revenge, she might have to figure out a whole list of ways to get him to seek payback.
They lay on the bed for some time, just enjoying the kissing and the soft caressing, but both knew they couldn’t take it any further. Mara’s ship was scheduled for departure in just over an hour.
Finally, Luke pulled back and lay on his side next to her. “I’m going to miss you so much,” he said gently.
“And I you,” Mara replied just as softly, smoothing back the loose hair from his forehead.
“I could go with you,” he offered, watching her closely.
Mara turned on her side to face him. “I would love that, Luke, but do you really think it’s a good idea? I wouldn’t get any work done if you were with me. You’re too much of a distraction.”
Luke laughed, nuzzling against her face. “I’ve been called many things in my life before now, but never a distraction.”
Mara sighed and sat up. “Well, you are for me. Besides, if I go by myself, I’ll get finished sooner and will be back here before you know it.” She stood and looked down at him on the bed.
He lifted his eyebrows suggestively. “You sure you don’t want me to go with you?” he asked again, teasingly.
Mara smiled, her eyes running over him appreciatively. “I can’t lie, Farmboy, that’s a very tempting offer, but I don’t think so...not this time anyway.”
She turned and walked towards the refresher. Luke heaved a big sigh, watching her, and said, “Have I told you I adore your backside, Miss Jade?”
Mara wiggled her hips and smiled at him over her shoulder. “It’s all yours, Farmboy, all yours.”
An hour later, they left Mara’s apartment and headed for the spaceport.
“Luke, you don’t have to go to the hanger with me,” Mara told him.
“Hush, Mara, you know I want to,” Luke replied, taking her hand as they rode the turbolift down. The realization that she might be gone for weeks was settling in on him with a thud. Their relationship was so new; her leaving scared him. Would she feel the same when she returned?
Mara stepped in front of him. “Yes,” she whispered. “I will.”
He looked at her quickly and then chuckled softly. “I can’t hide anything from you anymore, can I?”
She leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips. “No, Farmboy, not after what we’ve shared.”
He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. “I love you, Mara.”
She smiled against his cheek. “I know.”
The turbolift doors opened and they pulled apart quickly. There was a group waiting on the lift, but Luke and Mara ignored them, walking out hand in hand. For once, Mara didn’t care who know about them and their relationship. In fact, she squeezed his hand and pulled him a little closer to her. He smiled down at her, pleased that she didn’t seem concerned that people could see.
They made a very attractive couple and more than one pair of eyes followed them as they walked out onto the moving walkways that would take them to the speeder cabs.
The trip to the spaceport was made in almost total silence as they sat in the back of the cab, their hands clasped tightly together. Their emotions flowed between them, their hearts and minds opened completely. There was no need for words.
When they reached the huge outer building of the spaceport, they walked in and turned down the long corridor that led to the numerous hangers. The corridor looked endless, but for them both it ended much too quickly.
Mara stopped a few meters away from the door that led to the hanger that housed the YT-2400. “Don’t go with me in there, Luke,” she whispered, tugging on his hand to make him stop.
He turned to her, a worried frown creasing his brow. “Why not, Mara? I want to.”
She shook her head, tears gathering in her eyes. “I don’t...” she got out around the lump in her throat. “I don’t want to see you standing there when my ship leaves. I don’t want to see myself leaving you.”
“Oh, Mara,” he said softly and pulled her in his arms. They stood in the corridor for a long time, just holding one another, oblivious of the passersby who stared at them curiously.
Finally, Mara pulled away, her hand slowly falling away from Luke’s. They stared at one another a moment more and then she turned to walk toward the door.
She was an emotional mess. Perhaps that was why her danger sense, for the first time in her life, failed to warn her in time. But as she pressed the panel to open the door and it began to ease open, the danger sense flared, screaming into her mind, at the very same time she heard Luke cry out.
She turned quickly to see him charging towards her, yelling her name. In sheer astonishment, she saw him leap towards her, flying through the air.
Just as his feet caught her in the chest, flinging her through the door and into the hanger, an explosion ripped through the doorframe, shattering it into pieces.
Mara hit the floor of the hanger with a thud, jarring the breath out of her, but she backflipped quickly, landing on her feet, and activating her lightsaber in her hand. She was barely in time to deflect the blaster bolt that sizzled by her head, singeing some of her hair. Not far away, she saw a slender man crouched beside one of the repulsor lifts of the YT, firing shot after shot from his E-11 blaster rifle. Mara blocked them with her lightsaber and then Force-leapt towards the man, twisting and turning in the air to avoid his shots. She landed gracefully beside him. Lifting her hand, she called the blaster out of his hand and flung it across the hanger. It fell to the floor, clattering on the hard surface. Then Mara raised her lightsaber and cleaved him into two pieces, slicing through his shoulder to his hip. She stood in astonishment as the corpse fell over, wires and computer chips sparking and flaring.
“A droid,” she whispered in disgust, outrage ripping through her. “A HRD assassin.”
She stared at him a moment, noticing the remote control device on the ground beside him. Obviously, he had set off the explosion as soon as he saw her coming into the hanger.
Then she turned quickly, remembering, her emerald eyes searching frantically.
Her heart stopped in her chest when she saw Luke lying in a crumbled heap near what was left of the door that led into the corridor.
Mara started a stumbling run towards him as suddenly there seemed to be people all around her, yelling and crying out. But she didn’t hear any of them. All she could see was Luke, bleeding and broken on the floor.
She dropped to her knees beside him, horrified at the bloody mass that was the back of his head. “Oh no...oh gods, no.”
Chapter 16
Four of the Noghri bodyguards forced their way through the crowd at the front entrance of the medical wing of the old Imperial Palace. Leia and Han followed closely behind them. Usually, only one bodyguard accompanied them, but the events of the past few days had caused them to tighten security considerably. Han’s arm was firmly around Leia, but he didn’t think she was even aware of it. Although she seemed to still be in a bit of shock, her years of political training allowed her to automatically acknowledging the words of sympathy and encouragement that some in the crowd called out to her.
They made their way into the huge hospital wing and walked the long hallways until they reached the intensive care unit. A large transparisteel window allowed them to see into the room where Luke laid, various wires and tubes connected to him.
“Well, at least he’s out of the bacta tank,” Han said, leaning against the railing next to the window. The Noghri had taken up positions at each end of the hallway, and he knew that they would not be disturbed by any of the well wishers they had passed through.
“Two days, Han,” Leia said quietly. “It’s been two days.”
Han nodded, watching Luke through the glass. It all seemed unreal somehow. The assassination attempt, Luke in a coma, it just didn’t seem as if things like that could happen to them, not anymore anyway. Sure, during the war, but now...now, it just wasn’t fair.
“If only he would come out of it,” Leia said, her voice trembling. “I know he could heal himself.”
Han sighed and put his arm around her again. “Sweetheart, this is Luke, remember? He’s going to be alright.”
Leia glanced up at him and then looked back into the room. “Tell Mara that.”
Han looked at the other figure in the room with Luke. She sat in a small, rather uncomfortable looking, straight-back chair that had been drawn as closely to the bed as possible. Mara Jade held Luke’s hand as she sat slumped in the chair, her eyes closed.
“Madame Minister of State?” a voice said beside them and they turned to see the hospital’s Director of Surgery.
“Doctor Nairi,” Leia said politely, extending her hand. “How is Luke?”
The female Twi’lek, one of the New Republic’s best surgeons, took Leia’s hand and squeezed it. “About the same, I’m sorry to say. His wounds are almost healed. Another hour or so in the bacta tank...” the doctor’s voice trailed off. Then she took a deep breath. “We just can’t seem to get him out of the coma. The head wound was severe, and it could take some time before he becomes conscious again.”
If ever, Leia thought the doctor had been about to say before she stopped herself.
“There is the possibility of some neural reconstructive surgery,” the doctor continued. “But I would rather wait a few more days and see if your brother can come out of this on his own.”
Leia nodded, taking in a long breath. Whatever was best for Luke was what she wanted. She glanced back into the room. “How long has Miss Jade been here today?”
The doctor sighed and stroked one of her head tentacles. “She’s never left, Madame Minister of State.”
Leia’s eyes widened. “You mean she’s been here the whole time?”
Nairi nodded. “Yes, and she’s very tired. She hasn’t slept at all. We’ve tried to talk her into going home to get some sleep, but she refuses. Perhaps you...?” the doctor asked, tilting her head towards Leia.
“Me?” Leia asked in astonishment. Obviously, the doctor didn’t know Mara Jade very well. If she wanted to stay, she’d stay. There was no force in the universe that could make her leave if she didn’t want to. Then Leia sighed, knowing Mara must be on the verge of collapse from exhaustion. “I’ll try.”
“Thank you, Madame Minister of State,” the Twi’lek said. She was then was interrupted by a nurse who whispered something to her. Doctor Nairi nodded and then turned to Leia and Han. “If you’ll excuse me, something has come up I need to attend to.”
“Of course, Doctor.”
Leia turned to Han. “Let’s go in then.”
Han shook his head. “Why don’t you go alone? You may have more luck with Mara if I’m not in there crowding up the room.”
Leia considered what her husband had said. She really didn’t want to leave him, but knew he was right. “Alright. I’ll let you know when to come in.”
He nodded and Leia made her way into the room. Mara sat in the chair, her hand loosely gripping Luke’s and her eyes closed.
When Leia’s hand touched her shoulder, Mara jumped, and Leia realized that she must have been dozing in the chair.
“I’m sorry, Mara, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Leia said softly. She couldn’t remember a time when Mara looked worse. Her hair was a curly, unkempt mess about her head and lines of weariness deepened the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were slitted with tiredness and straining against the light.
“Leia,” she said quickly, straightening in the chair. “I’m glad you’re here. I think we should try again.”
Leia nodded. “Yes, I do too, but Mara, you’re exhausted. Perhaps we should wait until you have rested...”
“No!” Mara cut her off viciously. “I don’t need any rest. I’m all right. It’s Luke we have to worry about.” She stood from the chair and laced her fingers through Luke’s. “Come on.”
Leia moved to the other side of the bed, knowing there wasn’t any use in arguing with Mara. She bent over her brother, looking at him closely. A huge lump formed in the bottom of her throat and she swallowed around it with difficulty. He looked so vulnerable, so young. He reminded her of the first time she had seen him, when he had taken off that stormtrooper’s helmet, declaring he was Luke Skywalker and he was there to rescue her. She laid her hand on Luke’s forehead, careful not to disturb the mass of bandages around his head. *Luke?* she sent to him. *Luke, hear me.* she pleaded, not even aware that subconsciously she had chosen the same words he had used so many years before when he had clung desperately to the weather vane on the bottom of Cloud City. It had been Leia he had called to then, just as now she was calling to him, to come back to her, to come back to them all.
A bitter disappointment swept over Leia when she received no response from her twin. His mind seemed an empty void. He looked young, his body strong and tough, but she could sense his light in the Force was dim and muted, diffused like a street lamp in fog.
A strange sound made her look up and she was horrified when she saw Mara. The smuggler, the ex-Emperor’s Hand and trained assassin, stood with tears running like rivers down her face. She was fighting desperately for control, her body visibly shaking.
Leia reached across the bed to her. “Mara!”
Mara made the strange little sound deep in her throat again. Like an animal in pain, Leia thought, as Mara took her hand, gripping it tightly.
“We have to help him, Leia,” Mara gasped, struggling to get the words out. “We have to find a way.”
“I know,” Leia reassured her. “And we will, Mara, we will.” She squeezed Mara’s hand. “Come on, let’s try again.” Leia wasn’t sure if it would work. They had tried to reach him several times during the last couple of days, and it had not brought Luke to consciousness. But Mara was right, they had to keep trying.
She laced her fingers through Mara’s and took Luke’s other hand. Both women closed their eyes and took long, deep breaths. Then, together, they stretched out to the Force.
Outside the room, at the big window, Han watched in amazement. Both women seemed to shimmer, a brilliant, shining light coalescing around them. It enveloped them and the man lying between them on the bed, flowing in a huge gleaming circle around them.
Then suddenly, Mara’s head snapped back onto her shoulders and she arched her body. Han knew she was putting all the effort she had into calling forth the Force. Even from where he stood, he could see Leia grimace with pain as Mara viciously squeezed her hand.
And the light around them grew brighter, more intense, and a surge of hope tore through Han. “Come on,” he whispered, his throat closing in excitement. “Come on, do it this time.”
But then Mara let out a cry, staggered on her feet and collapsed across the foot of Luke’s bed, almost pulling Leia down with her.
“Mara!” Leia cried, then glanced quickly at her brother. There was no change. He lay as he had before, still and motionless. They had failed. They had been unable to reach him once again.
She moved to Mara who lay on the end of the bed, gasping for air, her eyes tightly closed. Leia put a hand to Mara’s forehead. “I told you that you were on the verge of collapse,” she scolded. “You need to rest. I’ll stay with Luke. Go home and get some sleep.”
“No,” Mara growled, her green eyes flying open. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Leia rolled her eyes. Of all the stubborn... She looked up, caught Han’s attention and motioned for him to come in.
When he had reached them, Leia tried again. “Mara, Han’s here, too. We’ll stay with Luke. If there is any change, we’ll let you know immediately.”
“No,” Mara said again. “I’m not leaving him. You don’t understand.” She struggled off the bed and would have fallen flat on her face if Han hadn’t caught her.
“Oh, for the love of...” Leia started. “Put her in the chair, Han.”
Han sat Mara in the straight back chair and stood back to look at her. “If she’s going to stay here, we need someplace she can lie down. She can barely sit up now.”
Leia agreed. “Why don’t you go and see if they will move a cot in here? I don’t think we’re going to get her out of this room, even if I take my lightsaber to her.”
Han nodded and disappeared out the door.
“You don’t understand,” Mara mumbled again, her head lolling back on her shoulders.
Leia sighed and pushed some of the unkempt flame-colored hair out of Mara’s face. “What don’t I understand?”
“I never told him I loved him, Leia,” Mara said in a tortured whisper, looking up at her.
Leia almost flinched at the agony she saw in the emerald eyes.
“I tried,” Mara continued, so softly Leia had to strain to hear her. “I tried so hard, but I could never say it.” She closed her eyes against the remembered pain. “I thought I didn’t know what love was, that I wouldn’t be fair to him if I told him I loved him and it turned out I didn’t.”
Leia knelt beside Mara’s chair. “But you know you love him now?”
Mara looked at the still figure on the bed. “I think I always have...from the first moment I saw him.”
“But you said you wanted to kill him,” Leia reminded her.
A faint smile flickered across Mara’s lips. “You told me yourself once that you didn’t think I meant it. You were right.”
Leia smiled and then stood. “He knows, Mara. I’m sure of it.”
Mara looked up at her quickly. “How do you know?”
“I’ve seen you two together. There’s always been something there...something unique. He has to know how you feel.”
“But I want to tell him. Don’t you understand, Leia? He deserves that much. I want him to hear me say it,” Mara bit out forcefully, leaning back in the chair. The effort to talk seemed almost too much for. Weariness weighed on her like tons of duracrete.
“He will,” Leia reassured her.
The door to the room opened and Han came in, followed by two droids carrying a portable cot and an extra chair. They set the cot up in a corner of the room, put the chair next to Luke’s bed, and then left. Han walked over to Leia and Mara.
“Now, I want you to lie down, Mara, and try to sleep,” Leia said. She held her hand up when Mara opened her mouth to protest. “No, I don’t want to hear it. You’re going to lie down. You aren’t going to be able to tell Luke anything if you’re passed out from exhaustion, Mara. And you know I’m right.”
Mara glanced over at the cot and sighed deeply. “I suppose I could lie down for a little while, but...”
“No buts,” Leia ordered, taking Mara’s hand and pulling her up in a standing position. She motioned for Han to help her and he took Mara’s other arm. Between them, they got her to the cot and made her lie down. “We will stay here with Luke, and if there is the least change, we’ll wake you immediately.”
She pulled a thin blanket up to Mara’s chin. “Now, sleep.”
“Yes, Madame Minister of State,” Mara mumbled drowsily, her eyes closing. In seconds, she was deeply asleep.
“Well, I’ll be a bantha’s dinner,” Han muttered disbelievingly. “Look at that. She must have been asleep on her feet.”
“She was,” Leia said grimly. “And when we drew on the Force to reach Luke, it was the last straw. Whatever strength she had left she used up then.”
Han glanced at Luke. “I guess their relationship is a lot more serious than they let on.”
Leia took in a deep breath. “Obviously, it is,” she agreed. “But it’s not going to do either one of them any good if Mara ends up in a hospital bed too.”
Han walked over to Luke’s bed, looking down at his brother-in-law. How many times had he seen Luke a similar condition? It didn’t warrant thinking about, but the kid had always come out of them before. “There’s no change?” he asked Leia.
She sighed heavily. “No, not yet. But I know he’s going to pull out of this.”
Han looked at her. “Jedi hunch?”
Leia shook her head. “No, sister hunch.”
Han nodded and then turned to face her. “I got a call on my commlink from Wedge while I was arranging for the cot.”
Leia looked at him quickly. “And?”
“You remember that young captain they found yesterday...the one who was murdered in his apartment?”
“Yes, that was terrible,” Leia said.
“Turns out he was aide-de-camp to General Diaishuut,” Han told her.
A horrible feeling of dread swept over Leia and she sat down abruptly in the chair next to Luke’s bed. “Diaishuut?” she repeated. “What is it, Han? What are you trying to tell me?”
Han felt a renewal of the anger that had surged through him at Wedge’s call. “That young captain’s sister paid Wedge a visit this morning. She gave him a datacard her brother had left with her.” He put his hand on Leia’s shoulder. “It was the general, sweetheart. He arranged everything...the HRD, the assassination attempt, everything.”
Leia gasped, reeling with shock. “Han, I can’t believe it. But why? Why would he do such a thing?”
Han shook his head. “Apparently, he was after Mara more than Luke. Maybe she can tell us more when she awakens, because the general certainly isn’t saying anything.”
“They’ve arrested him?”
Han nodded. “Yes, earlier this morning. Of course, he’s denying everything.”
“I can imagine that he is,” Leia mused, recalling her dealings with General Diaishuut. He was one of the most insufferable men she had ever met, egotistical and overbearing, but she would never have guessed him capable of such an action as trying to assassinate Mara Jade.
Leia glanced over to the sleeping Mara. What in the galaxy had Mara done to the general? “He’s going to be put on trial?” she asked Han.
Han nodded. “As soon as everything can be arranged, but you know as well as I do that could be months from now. But the datacard given to Wedge was very thorough. Apparently, that young captain was a smart guy. He’s got the general nailed.”
Leia’s lips compressed into a hard, tight line. “Too bad he didn’t live to see it.”
**************
The Next Morning
Mara stretched, easing the tight muscles in her back. That narrow, uncomfortable cot could have served as a torture implement on its own, and she had been so tired that she must not have moved at all during the night. She was stiff and sore, but it wasn’t the first time in her life that she had been in such a state.
She was in the chair again, close to the bed, but Luke hadn’t moved. It had been over an hour since Leia and Han had left. They had wanted to go home and spend an hour or so with their babies before they returned to the hospital, and Leia had looked really tired. Mara had told her to get some rest before she came back.
Leia had shot her a quizzical look and then laughed weakly. “Of course, Mara, anything you say.”
The door behind Mara opened and a nursing droid came in. She checked on the tubes and wires connected to Luke and keyed in some information on a small datapad.
“How is he?” Mara asked.
The droid looked at her. “The same, Miss Jade. We can only be grateful there is no deterioration.”
Mara swallowed abruptly and mumbled something like “Of course.”
The droid put the datapad into her pocket. “Can I get you anything? Caf? Tea?”
Mara looked up. “You wouldn’t happen to have hot chocolate, would you?”
The droid inclined her head. “As a matter of fact, we do. I’ll bring you a cup.” Then she left.
Mara reached over and took Luke’s hand, rubbing across the top of it with her thumb. “No deterioration, eh, buddy boy? There had better not be.” It was a weak attempt at a joke, and she bit her bottom lip, feeling the lump forming in her throat again. She pulled his hand to her lips and pressed a kiss against it. “Luke, please, don’t do this,” she whispered. “Come back to me.” She closed her stinging eyes and rested her face against his hand. She remembered the argument they had had and how they had talked it out afterwards in her apartment. Luke’s sudden fear that something might happen to her had puzzled her deeply, but now she thought he had had some subconscious warning, a Jedi hunch maybe, that he hadn’t understood. But he had been wrong all along. He shouldn’t have been concerned about her; he should have been worried about himself.
She was still sitting with his hand pressed to her face when the nursing droid returned with a large mug of hot chocolate a short time later. Mara thanked her and then took a sip of the warm liquid as the droid left the room. Its smooth creaminess was like a tonic and she could feel it easing quickly through her veins.
Mara leaned back in the chair, her eyes wandering to take in the view from the large window in the room. She got up and went over, looking outside the hospital for the first time in days. She stiffened abruptly and her mouth fell open. Below her, on several tiers of the street levels, were large groups of people, human and alien both. They were ordinary people, some in uniforms that identified them as technicians and workers of all kinds. There were even some dressed in the standard clothes of businessmen and women. They stood silently for the most part, watching the hospital and the people coming in and out of it. It was if they were waiting, she thought frowning, but for what? And then it dawned on her...they were there for Luke. Luke Skywalker, the great hero of the New Republic, and those people down there were worried, worried about him, because Luke Skywalker might be dying.
Mara turned from the window quickly, the hot chocolate sloshing in the mug. She fought against the sudden rise of tears again.
Mara, she told herself. Pull yourself together. How are you going to help Luke if you can’t even get control of yourself? She closed her eyes tightly, narrowing her focus onto her own inner strength.
“Wanna share
some of that chocolate?” a weak, raspy sounding voice asked.
Mara looked
up quickly to see Luke smiling weakly at her from the bed. The hot chocolate dropped from her suddenly
nerveless fingers, shattering into numerous pieces on the floor. She didn’t even notice as she raced across the
room to the bed. “Luke,” she cried hoarsely, grabbing his hand. “Oh, Luke.”
He tried to
pull her down onto the bed with him, but he was too weak. So Mara gathered him in her arms and hugged
him fiercely, tears spurting out of her eyes.
The relief was overwhelming, and just for a moment she was dizzy from
the pure joy of it.
Luke kissed
her on her cheek and whispered, “Mara,” as if just saying her name was all he’d
ever need.
She pulled
back to look at him and he smiled gently at her. He lifted a shaking hand and wiped some of the tears off her
face.
“Oh gods,
Luke,” she whispered and they just held each other, their minds and hearts
opening to one another. She could feel
him growing in the Force now, his essence flickering and growing brighter. He was weak, very weak, but he was going to
be all right. He was going to be all
right.
She
held him desperately, pressing kisses along his cheek and forehead. He tried to
return them, but she stopped him.
“No...no, just lie there. Don’t
do anything. Let me hold you. I just want to hold you,” she whispered
against his lips.
He
struggled as disjointed memories flooded into his mind and asked in a breathy
whisper, “Mara, are you all right? Were you hurt?”
Mara lifted
her head. “I’m fine, Luke,
perfect. You pushed me out of the
way. I didn’t even get a scratch.” Her voice choked. “You took the whole blunt of the explosion yourself.”
He nodded
slowly, the events coming back to him.
He put his hand to the back of her head, pulling her face down to his
and nuzzling against her. “Don’t cry,” he said softly. “There’s no need to worry now. We’re okay...we’re okay.”
For some
time, they stayed that way and then finally, a weak little chuckle escaped
Luke. Mara pulled back to look at
him. “What’s so funny?” she asked in
disbelief.
He pointed to
the shattered mug on the floor, “Looks like you made a big mess over there,” he
teased gently, his blue eyes caressing her.
She choked
back another sob that rose in her throat.
Here he was, worried about a broken cup when he almost... Mara shook her
head; she couldn’t even think it. She
pressed her mouth to his forehead.
“You’re the one that’s been the big mess,” she told him.
He coughed,
trying to clear a throat that hadn’t operated properly in days, and then
asked, “Been a lot of trouble, have I?”
“I’m just
going to tell you one thing, Jedi. If
you ever do this something like this to me again, I’ll kill you myself.”
Luke laughed
out loud and then groaned, grabbing the bandage on his head.
“Are you in pain?”
Mara cried in alarm, turning to go for the doctor, but Luke grabbed her hand
and tugged her back to him.
“Only when
you make me laugh,” he teased, feeling his strength returning with every
minute. His eyes wandered over her
face, as if he was memorizing her all over again. “You know, Miss Jade,” he whispered softly. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you
cared.”
Mara’s heart
stopped and then she leaned over him again, caressing his face with her
hand. “You always were a pretty
perceptive Jedi, Mr. Skywalker,” she whispered just as softly.
Luke’s eyes
widened. “And just what does that
mean?”
She pressed
her mouth to his, kissing him long and hard.
When she pulled back, they stared at each other for what seemed an
eternity, and then she said, her voice as tender as a caress, “It means...it
means I love you, Farmboy.” And it
wasn’t hard to say, she thought, it wasn’t hard at all.
Luke’s eyes
closed for just a second, as if he were savoring the moment. It briefly crossed his mind that he ought to
make her suffer just a little, but he was too tired to even consider it. He looked up at her and traced her cheek
with his finger. “I know,” he said
gently.
Mara’s mouth
fell open and she stood, her hands going to her hips. “You knew?” She paused,
looking at nothing in particular and muttered to herself, “Leia said you would know.”
Luke’s smug
face caught her attention again and her eyes narrowed. “Just how did you know, buddy boy?”
Luke smiled,
fighting the urge to laugh because he knew it would hurt. He reached up and pulled Mara back down to
him. With her face only centimeters
from his, he whispered, “Mara, no one could make love with as much emotion as
we do without both people...
“being in
love,” she finished for him.
He nodded gently
and Mara sighed. Of course, he was
right. When she thought about it, it was completely obvious.
“Why didn’t
you tell me?” she asked softly, rubbing her face against his.
“Mara, I knew
that you had to work your way through this in your own way,” he told her. “I just wanted to be there for you when you
did.”
Mara closed
her eyes for a moment. He had to be the
most wonderful man in the galaxy. When
she opened her eyes again, he was watching her calmly. She pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “I love you, Luke Skywalker.”
His beautiful
eyes lit with a burning blue fire. “And
I love you, Mara Jade.”
She laid her
cheek against his. It was the first
time ever that she had told someone that she loved him. She had a feeling she would be saying it every
day for the rest of her life.
“You know, Skywalker,” Talon Karrde drawled, his voice laced with
humor. “I’ve seen men go to some
impressive lengths to keep a woman with them, but trying to get yourself blown
to bits has to be the top of the list.”
He walked to the door, patting Mara on the shoulder as he passed
her. “Next time, just give me a
call. I’m sure I can arrange for her to
have a few extra days off.” He gave a
short bark of teasing laughter and left through the door.
Mara and Luke looked at one another, then Mara sighed. “I don’t suppose
we’ll live this down for a very long time.”
Luke refrained from reminding her that he had wanted to tell everyone
about their relationship and suggested instead, trying to suppress the smile
playing about his lips, “We could always run away together and hide.”
Mara snorted. “You’re not going
anywhere but someplace where you can sit and do nothing. You need rest and a lot of it.”
Luke rubbed his lips to hide his grin.
He knew he was almost back to full strength, but it was obvious the
woman in his life was going to make sure he didn’t overdo it.
“So what do you suggest?” he asked her, as seriously as he could.
“You could go
back to Yavin and recuperate there,” Mara told Luke, her emerald eyes wandering
over him. He was sitting up in his
hospital bed and he looked wonderful.
After two days in a self-induced healing trance, most of the bruising
around his head was gone. He wasn’t
even wearing the bandage anymore, and the doctors were talking of releasing him
the next day.
“It’s quiet
there, and you could rest,” Mara continued.
She was sitting in the straight-back chair next to his bed, one of her
hands clasped in his.
“No, I don’t
think so,” Luke said. Mara looked
puzzled and he hastened to explain.
“Oh, I know I could rest there, Mara, and we could continue with the
construction of the school. But I’ve
been thinking...that I want to put the Academy on hold for a while.”
“Really?” Mara asked, surprised. It was the first he had said anything about
it to her.
Luke smiled
at her surprise. “Yes, I think I’ll
leave the construction crews there, they can finish their work. But, I’ve been thinking that first I want to
go out into the galaxy, to the various systems and look for potential
Jedi. Maybe I’ll start the school for
real in...oh...I don’t know, a year or so.”
Mara nodded,
liking the idea. She had been thinking
that Luke was going a little too fast with the school, pushing too hard. Something of that magnitude should be taken
gradually, each step worked out carefully before being taken.
“Mara,” Luke
said softly.
She looked
up. “Mmmm?”
“I want you
to go with me...I want you to marry me, and then we’ll go out into the galaxy
and find the new Jedi, together.”
Mara stared
at him for a moment and then licked suddenly dry lips. A year, maybe two, traveling throughout the
galaxy that she loved so much, traveling with this man who meant absolutely
everything to her...it was the closest thing to paradise she had ever heard.
“I think I’d
like that, Luke. I think I’d like to
marry you...very much.” She stood and
leaned over him. They shared a
wonderful kiss, opening their mouths and their feelings to one another. When it ended, she didn’t move away, but
pressed her cheek against his forehead and whispered softly, “And yes...oh yes, my love, I’ll come with
you.”
EPILOGUE
One year later.
“Well, that should do it, brother mine,” Leia said, smiling broadly at her twin. They were in her enormous office complex on the top level of the old Imperial Palace. All around them, visible through the huge transparisteel windows, Coruscant lay like a great sea of technology, yet at the same time, bursting with life and hope, a hope for a future promised by the New Republic.
Luke released
his thumb from the data-recorder and heard its small whirl as it stamped his
signature to the official document. He
looked up at his sister. ”I need to
thank you for all your help in this, Leia.”
“It’s not
necessary, Luke. Believe me, the
government will certainly reap the benefits of this as well as anyone
else. Having additional Jedi to work
for peace and justice in the galaxy is something everyone can appreciate.”
“But Leia,”
he insisted ruefully. “I never expected
the government to help with the financing of the Academy. I always thought we would have to depend on
private contributions.”
“Luke,” she
replied patiently. “It’s just a
grant. It doesn’t obligate you to the
government, you know.”
Luke smiled
at his sister. She could always read
him like an opened datapad. “How are
you doing?” he asked, changing the
subject.
Leia patted
her bulging stomach. “It won’t be long
now, and the galaxy will have another Solo whether they want one or not!”
Luke
laughed. “I’m sure they’re all very
happy for you and Han.”
Leia eyed
him. “And when can my children expect a
little cousin, brother dear?”
Luke lifted
an eyebrow and grinned at her. “Don’t
rush me.” He laughed again. “Actually, Mara and I have discussed it, and
we’ve decided to wait a while. We got
married in such a hurry, we’d like a little time to ourselves.”
Leia snorted
indelicately. “You’ve been all over the
galaxy by yourselves for over a year, don’t you think that’s time enough?”
One
glimpse of the look her brother stabbed her with and she heaved a sigh, raising her hand and showing him her
palm. “Alright, I know, I know...it’s
your life.” She grinned. “Where is Mara anyway?”
“Home,” Luke
answered and then closed his eyes. He
reached out to the Force and sought the familiar presence of his beloved
wife. “She’s in the kitchen,” he told
Leia, and then chuckled. “She and Artoo are cooking.”
“Artoo is
cooking?” Leia asked in astonishment.
“I don’t know
how much help he’s being, but he’s gotten very attached to Mara. He spends as
much time with her as he can.”
Leia blinked,
envisioning the scene in the kitchen. “Well, I’ll be a...,” she trailed off,
sounding suspiciously like Han.
She struggled
to get out of her chair, and Luke came around the desk to help her. Together, they managed to get her on her own
feet. Leia glanced at Luke as they
walked around the desk and she cracked, “I’m beginning to think Mara has the
right idea.”
“You know, I
think she’s secretly looking forward to being pregnant,” Luke assured her. “But in the future,” he added quickly.
Leia laughed
out loud and then turned serious. “I
suppose you heard the results of the trial?”
Luke nodded
solemnly. “I do feel sorry for Mrs.
Diaishuut and Meika, though. It must be
really hard for them.”
Leia agreed
with him. “Yes, it’s a horrible shame,
but, Luke, I think they’ll be fine. I
talked to Hawah a few days ago and she told me that she and Meika were
returning to her home system. They’ll live
with her family. You knew she came from
a very prominent family there, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I
heard. I’m happy that they’re going to
be okay. Meika was a good girl, and in
a strange sort of way, Mara and I owe her a lot.”
Leia thought
that over for a moment. “Yes, I suppose
you’re right. If it hadn’t been for
her, you and Mara would never have spent all that time together.” She put her hand on her brother’s arm.
Luke looked
down at her. “That’s another thing I
need to thank my sister for.”
Leia raised
an eyebrow in question.
“If you
hadn’t talked Mara into coming to Yavin...” Luke let his voice trailed off.
“Ahh...” Leia
said. “Bribed her is more like it, but
I’m happy the way things turned out.”
She could see
he was still concerned and she put her hand on her brother’s arm. “Meika will
be fine, Luke, even if her father is going to spend the rest of his days on
Kessel.”
Luke sighed
heavily. “It’s a difficult situation,
no matter how you look at it.”
Leia agreed,
but knew there wasn’t any use in discussing it anymore. What was done was done, and the general had
to pay for what he did. He took ne
young captain’s life and almost took her brother’s...
She patted
Luke’s arm again. “So, tell me, when
are you and Mara leaving for Yavin IV?”
Luke smoothed
his sandy-colored hair back from his forehead.
“At the end of the week, and then I think Mara will be back here next
month sometime, for a little while anyway.”
“Oh, why is
she coming back to Coruscant?”
Luke
chuckled. “She and Karrde have worked
up this little scheme between them.
Mara is thinking of opening up a legitimate trading operation.”
Leia’s
eyebrows rose in surprise. “She is?”
Luke slid his
arm around his sister’s shoulder as they walked into the reception area. “Yes, if we learned one thing during this
past year, traveling about the galaxy, it’s that Mara is not the teaching
type.”
“It took you
two a year to learn that?” Leia
joked. “I could have told you that
months ago.”
She stopped
her twin at the outer door of her office and enveloped him in a big, if
slightly awkward, hug. “You’re happy,
aren’t you, brother?” she whispered in
his ear.
He hugged her
tightly. “Yes, Leia, more than I ever
thought I could be. Being with Mara has
completed my life. I could not be
happier.”
“I’m so glad,
Luke,” his sister told him, kissing him gently on the cheek. “I’m so glad.”