Title: The Courtesan - Part 1 of 2
Author: Tasha ([email protected])
Characters: Han, Wedge, and mostly Luke, plus female.
Category: Drama/Seduction
Rating: Part 1- R/Part 2 - NC-17
Archive: That would be great - just let me know where
Feedback: Please, please - this is my first fanfic, and my first NC-17 story.
Summary: Buy two, get one free
Disclaimer: This is just for fun, please don't sue me.



The old cantina was dark and raucous, but Natanya was so tired she didn't
care. She sank down in her chair, grateful to be still. Her guard stood
beside her, her mediator sat on her other side. No one spoke as they waited
for their drinks. Natanya kept her eyes on the table in front of her,
knowing that people would know what she was, and desperately wanting no one
to talk to her.

The guard was a big hulking creature of some unknown origin; but he was
strong and loyal, and he rarely spoke. He wore canvas and leather and was
sufficiently intimidating so as to discourage onlookers. The mediator was a
much older woman, dressed in black with a white headdress similar to but
smaller than Natanya's - she was a sharp and discreet negotiator. Natanya
wore the typical costume of her group: long-sleeved dark dress with very full
long skirts and wide v-neck, trimmed with gold, showing her shoulders and
collar-bone; dark winged headdress; and small round tinted glasses to hide
her eyes. She was tired from traveling and wanted to go directly to the
house, but the mediator insisted they stop and rest, as they were still hours
from home and had been traveling all day from the other side of Corellia.

As she began to let herself relax and hear the music from the shaky band in
the corner, Natanya began to feel something, something familiar but from long
ago. What was that? A sense of light, of color…a presence…she looked
around the room surreptitiously for the first time. There were dark, round
tables with dim lights above them, and beings of many species sitting and
eating and drinking, or milling around near the bar. The feeling came from
over on the right. Her eyes rested on a table where three men sat, eating
and talking. None of them looked familiar. One was dressed in a pilot's
uniform, the other in simple clothes, pants, shirt and boots, and the third
all in black.

Who was he?

As she stared at them, the pilot gestured at her, and the second man turned
around to look. Natanya dropped her eyes again. Her heart was pounding; her
weariness had disappeared. What was she feeling?

The drinks arrived, but Natanya was too disturbed to take hers. The mediator
pushed it closer, and finally she took a sip. Her mind was flooded with
thoughts she couldn't place. She glanced over at the other table, where the
men appeared to be having an animated conversation. She drank slowly,
wondering, when the second man rose from his seat and approached her table.
Instinctively she looked down. He stood at the table opposite Natanya and
spoke quietly to the mediator.

"Uh…hi. My friend and I were wondering…I'm sorry, I'm not sure what the
protocol is on this…we want to know if the Courtesan would like to spend time
with us."

"She is not at her house," the mediator pointed out.

"I know, but I thought…we're staying upstairs for the night. Will that be
all right?" asked the man.

The mediator looked at Natanya. She moved her eyes behind her glasses slowly
up the visitor. He was tall, around thirty-five, with longish dark hair and
warm dark eyes. He had a confident air about him that was tempered by his
apparent nervousness.

"What's your name?" asked the mediator.

"Han Solo," he replied.

The mediator looked at his simple clothing and lowered her voice. "Are you
sure you can pay for this?"

"Of course I can," he replied defensively.

The mediator looked at Natanya, who bowed her head once, very slightly. The
older woman said, "Let's see the other one."

The man turned and called to his table, "Wedge," and the pilot rose and
walked over. He was a little younger than Han Solo, but he also had dark
hair and eyes. He had an open, friendly way about him, despite his anxiety.

Natanya nodded very slightly at the mediator, then turned and murmured to her.

The mediator said, "What about the third man?"

Han Solo threw a glance back at his table. "No, he's…um…not participating."

Natanya looked over at the light-haired man in black, the one who was
disturbing her thoughts so much. He was looking in their direction, his face
clearly showing his distaste. She peered carefully over her glasses and
stared for a moment at him. Her heart pounded loudly. Then she knew.

She murmured to the mediator.

The woman turned toward her, obviously shocked. "Are you sure?"

Natanya nodded her head very slightly.

The mediator stared at her for a moment, then turned her face to the men and
said quietly, "She says there is no charge for the Jedi."

Han Solo paused in surprise, then glanced back at his table and shrugged. "I
don't know…but I'll tell him." He turned back to the mediator. "How does
this work?"

"You and the other gentleman will go up to your rooms. We will be up
shortly."

"All of you?" Han Solo asked.

"All of us," replied the mediator. "We will handle the financial end of
things upstairs."



The three men paid for their food and left the room while Natanya, the
mediator, and the guard finished their drinks. The mediator walked outside
to tell their transport they would be delayed, and the guard took Natanya's
bag and followed her to the back where the stairs wound their way up. She
was small, but her full skirts filled the narrow passageway, and by the time
they reached the third story, the mediator had caught up with them. The
older woman found the door to the men's rooms, and knocked.

Han Solo opened the door and they entered, first the mediator, then Natanya,
then the guard. The rooms were a suite, three bedrooms and a changing room
surrounding a sitting area. It was simple and worn, but clean, carved or
molded out of adobe, like the rest of the building. One of the bedroom doors
was closed. Natanya stood quietly while the money was exchanged.

"Who will go first?" asked the mediator.

"Me," said Han Solo.

Natanya walked over to him and took his chin in her hand so she could look
directly into his eyes. She took her glasses off and let her eyes study his,
searching for his thoughts and emotions. He tried to pull back, but the
energy of her black eyes was so strong he couldn't move. She released him
and turned to the other man, Wedge. She gazed at him the same way, making
him as uncomfortable as Han. The she picked up her bag, took it into the
changing room, and closed the door.

"You may go to your rooms now," said the mediator. "I will send her in when
she is ready. We will wait here."

Wedge and Han exchanged glances and then turned and went into their rooms.
Natanya emerged from the changing room, dressed in a sheer white silk gown,
without her glasses. She looked at the mediator, who pointed toward Han's
room.

"Do you think he'll like that?" the mediator asked her, referring to the gown.

"It'll be all right," Natanya replied. "It's all I have with me." The
mediator nodded.



Natanya opened the door slowly. Han was reclining on the bed, still dressed,
and he rose up onto his elbows as Natanya walked in. He gave her a sly
smile, and she returned it, liking his nerve - to be so bold with a
Courtesan! Most men were at least somewhat intimidated by her, but not this
one. He amused her.

He stood up and walked slowly over to her, with that same smile, his eyes
warm and full of good humor. He backed her against the wall, and looked down
into her upturned face, his two hands on the wall on either side of her head.

"It's true," he said. "What they say about your eyes."

She knew he meant all of her kind, not her in particular, and she nodded,
still smiling at him. She lifted her hand and touched his lips, running her
finger over his chest, his stomach, and down, knowing he liked things
straightforward without a lot of fuss. His mouth was already hot when it
found hers, hard, with no gentleness, and he kissed her with fervor.



When it was over, Natanya saw to it that Han fell asleep right away, then she
rose, slipped on her gown, and opened the door. The mediator was reading the
book she carried with her, and the guard was seated at the other end of the
couch, dozing. Natanya closed Han's door behind her; the door to the
changing room was closed, and the shower could be heard running. Wedge's
bedroom door was open, and the third door was closed as it had been before.

"He's taking a shower," said the mediator. "How did it go with the other
one?"

"It was fine," replied Natanya shortly, irritated to be asked. She stared at
the third bedroom door, wondering what the Jedi was doing behind it, and
feeling a stretch of yearning she hadn't felt in many years.

She walked over to the changing room and opened the door; the water was still
running, and Natanya stepped out of her gown. Thinking about Wedge, and what
she had seen in his eyes, she drew back the thick blanket that made the
curtain to the shower and stepped in. His eyes were closed while he was
washing his hair, and he didn't notice her for a moment. She studied his
body; very muscular, agile-looking, he wasn't as large a man as Han but he
was well proportioned. He opened his eyes then and almost fell over in
surprise. She laughed and grabbed his arm to steady him.

"I wasn't expecting you yet," he explained, clearly embarrassed. "I wanted
to be clean for you."

"Let me help you," she offered and took the soap from the shelf. She
lathered her hands and, starting from his neck, began to run her hands down
his chest and arms, using long gentle strokes. He was trembling and she
could tell he was shy about his swiftly growing erection.

"I've never showered with anyone before," he said with a nervous laugh.

I know, she thought, but she just smiled up at him.

"I mean, I've been with women before," he continued, "but I've never been
with a Courtesan…I've never even seen one before. You women are legendary.
I've even heard people talking about you in other parts of the galaxy." He
paused as she soaped his stomach and back. "That feels great. Is it really
true, that you know exactly how to be the perfect lover to every man you're
with?"

Natanya ran her soapy hands over his penis, then gently stroked his balls.
"What do you think?" she asked. Wedge didn't answer; he was breathing hard
and holding on to the side of the shower for support. She pressed her mouth
to his and he returned the kiss passionately, moaning under his breath.



Later, when they were done, they sat up together on the floor of the shower,
smiling at each other, and Natanya dried him off. He put on his clean
clothes, leggings and tunic for sleeping, and he said to her as she watched
him, "I don't know what to say - you were wonderful."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Oh, yes," he replied, and took her by the shoulders, kissing her gently.
"Thanks."

"You're welcome," she said, and he grinned back at her as he returned to his
room. She knew he would sleep very soon; she used a technique that made that
happen. Natanya's traveling clothes were still in the changing room, so she
dried herself off and put on her costume. She packed the white gown in her
bag and brushed out her damp dark hair; she put her glasses on. Then she
opened the door to the sitting room.