#luke skywalker fic

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My Soul in Her

Luke Skywalker x reader

Summary: Longing to erase the sensitivity of your personal connection with the Force, an emotional decision brings you closer to Luke Skywalker as he knows how to help.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warning(s): MEGA FLUFF, very little plot, talk of a broken Force-bond, slight sadness, established relationship, a slight fight, Luke being a loving man and taking care of the reader, SMUT – 18 + loss of virginity, oral (f! receiving), and skin and body appreciation (both sides).

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day to me…

Encasing your mind to the gentleness of the salty sea air, the faint scent of celestial lilies and rosemary calm your senses whilst the island across the lake taunts you endlessly. Silently skipping stones into the clear water, all you can do is respectfully fight the urge to swim over to the shore. Just for some peace and quiet. But instead, you choose not to and you close your eyes and still your breath. 

Extending your palm to the ground, the waves become muffled as the sensation of the Force flowing through the very fingerprints and veins of your hand slowly spreads through your arm and ends at your elbow. Concentrating on a single smooth stone that litters the pebbled beach, the rock barely hovers above the toe of your boot. Refusing to take flight, you try harder, and suddenly a stinging breath captures the airways of your lungs, causing you to lose all your focus. 

Clasping the center of your chest, tears well in your e/c eyes that were once full of life, and the lake’s waves radiate against your eardrums with a sudden realization. The Force had departed from your body. Never to return. 

Wiping away your tears, the same pebble that you struggled to lift rises and perfectly skips across the water. 

“I know what you’re trying to do. …And it’s not helping.” You announce to your lone audience member. 

“I’m sorry. I thought it would make you feel better.” Luke answers, descending the garden steps. 

“It seems nothing can make me feel better and you know it.” You reply. 

“Don’t say that. It’s too early to start punishing yourself.” Luke says. 

Placing his hand on your shoulder, his touch alone makes you want to melt into him. But you can’t, not when your mind isn’t clear. So you don’t say anything.

“I hate to see you like this, Y/N. To watch you drown in your own sorrow, choosing to stay inside, having your meals in your room. It’s heartbreaking.” Luke continues, turning to face you. 

Your bottom lip slightly quivers at Luke’s observations, silently knowing that he is right. 

“Tell me.” He whispers before you. 

Tracing the outline of your face, he brings two fingers below your chin, and you face him fully. 

“After… we were separated, something happened. The bomb, it— Not only did it tear us apart, but it broke my Force-bond to you. Our bond that you first felt on Dagobah, …it’s gone. It tore our relationship in half. And without it, I can no longer sense you, feel you, and I’m starting to become a stranger to the Rebellion. It’s obvious. Even Han of all people can tell. It’s why I…” You explain, but you can’t finish. 

“It’s why I sensed your “death.” But it is the Force breaking around you. I knew there was something else to it. Is that why you refuse to use your lightsaber?” Luke questions, tilting down to your level. 

All you can do is nod. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N. It’s like you’ve always said: ‘Don’t lose faith.’ If we start your training tomorrow morning, then we can go back to –“ He starts, stepping away from you. 

“What? ‘Start training?’ Do you know how difficult this is for me? How closed off I feel? What training will solve that? I’ve tried everything with Jacob when he melted down that Carbonite! We spent five long years accomplishing nothing! Nothing worked, Luke!” You shout at the blonde, pushing him away with all your might. 

“Commander Upshur told me everything. You had successes, too.” Luke rebuttals, shocked by your tone. 

“I understand that we are the first of the new Jedi, Luke. I really do. But you need to let me process this. I need time to heal for myself. And right now, I want to do this alone.” You order, leaving your closet acquaintance alone on the beach. 

***** 

Sleep doesn’t come easy for you. The gentle sound of crickets and the cool breeze makes you toss and turn even more. Sitting up, an empty sigh releases itself from your lips. Running your fingers through your hair, you’re suddenly at a loss for what to do, it was as if you had no one. 

Then, in the next few calm seconds, a light fluttering fills the depths of your chest. Like someone was calling to you. 

‘Come to me.’

Luke’s words echo through you, causing you to shake. Swallowing your fear, you follow his light demand, ultimately curious to see where this will take you. Wandering through the dimly lit Palace hallways, Luke’s declaration grows louder and stronger as you reach a door that you’ve never seen before. 

Closing your palm around the ornate handle, you push the door open, only to have a gasp bubble in your throat. Luke stands on the other side, expecting you. 

“You’re here.” He says, letting you in. 

“You called.” You reply. 

Nervously crossing the threshold, Luke closes the door behind you, and the sight of the room leaves you speechless. Remnants of an old study appear to have been converted into a bedroom with a view. Yet, knowing Luke, the room has slightly returned to its original form. 

Delicate star shaped pendant lights hang from the ceiling, surrounding the room is a soft golden glow, reflecting the real ones from outside. Dark colored sheets of silk curtains blow in the breeze as light ones cover the bed in a secluded old marble wading pool. Walking over to a wooden desk, scattered pieces of Luke’s equipment litter the surface. Multiple lightsaber pieces, broken fragments of kyber crystals, and wiring tools linger about. 

“Is this place yours?” You cautiously ask. 

“It is. Seeing how Leia and I have returned to our Mother’s domain, it’s only right that she pulled some strings for us. Not that I’m complaining.” Luke explains, with his back to you. 

“Of course she did.” You chuckle. 

Turning around to face Luke, he does the same in perfect unison from the tiny kitchenette in the corner. Suddenly you’re greeted with him. All of him. His impeccable physique nearly knocks you off your own two feet. The way his powerful muscles linger against his broad frame cause you to clear your throat. Sure, you had seen Luke shirtless before, but why did it have to be in the dim and slightly romantic lighting did you have to notice? 

Well, someone like Luke can certainly change in five years. 

Handing you a glass of water, you bring your gaze up to his own, until you notice the white silk scarf hanging from his shoulders. It was the same one you bought for him in Mos Eisley when you both met for the first time. When he revealed his Jedi status to you before returning to aid his friends at Jabba’s Palace. 

Taking one of the ends in your hand, a small smile fills your lips, delighted to know he still carries it. 

“You still have it.” You say, moving to sit on the desk. 

“Of course. I never dreamed of giving this away. Even when you were gone, this scarf was the only way I remained close to you. But you’re here, now.” Luke replies, setting down your glass of water. 

A moment of silence erupts from the two of you. While you both didn’t need to say anything, you try to, but can’t.

“Where do you feel that the Force-bond resides? If you had to pick a place for it?” Luke asks. 

“It’s here. I know that to be true.” You reply, placing your hand in the dead center of your chest.

“You’re sure?” Luke questions.

“Yes, it feels weak every time I reach out.” You explain, folding your hands. 

Luke gives you an understanding nod. Leaning closer, your lips are suddenly inches apart and your breath is caught in your throat.

“What are you doing?” You whisper through half-lidded eyes.

“Rectifying the situation, that’s all.” Luke replies

Fully closing your eyes, you’re suddenly numb by your reconnected lover’s presence.

“What about the Code?” You mumble.

“Well, it’s like you reminded me: we are the first of the new.” Luke answers, tilting his head closer.

Closing the gap between the two of you, Luke gently presses his lips to yours, surrounding you with his arms. Unconsciously parting your knees, Luke deepens the kiss before standing in between your legs. Running your fingers through his dirty blonde hair, a groan escapes his chest the second he effortlessly lifts you off the desk.

Placing you on the edge of his bed, Luke breaks the kiss, much to your dismay.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asks, lightly cupping your face. 

“Yes. I want this with you. Only you.” You reply, holding Luke’s hands. 

Tilting his head toward you, he moves down to kiss your neck and a gasp escalates from your lips. Unbuttoning your nightshirt, Luke discards it from your frame, and tosses it behind him, along with the rest of your clothes shortly afterward. 

Instinctively shielding yourself from him, Luke helps ease the tension and places the silk scarf on the floor. Reaching behind you, he adjusts the place where he was once sleeping, making it more comfortable. 

“Don’t be shy, you can rest now, sweetheart.” Luke announces. 

Unsheathing your protective hands from your bare skin, Luke tosses his ebony cloak to the side from beneath the bedding and gives you all of his attention. Kissing you once more, you calmly follow his lead and lay down in the warm sanctuary of pillows and softness. Standing before you, the sight of his physique puts you in an almost trance-like state. Seeing him without his gear was once a luxury you never thought you could afford. Now, you realize that these visions lead you here, they were calling to you from the future.

Slowly crawling his way up your body, Luke kisses your skin with adoration. Reaching your thighs, you gasp as his soft lips trace over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Hovering over your core, Luke teases you with an almost devilishly hungry smirk whilst the two of you make eye contact.

Running his pink lips over your throbbing folds, you prop yourself up on your elbows to make sure he doesn’t hurt you.

But he would never.

Parting your folds with his tongue, a shaky moan escapes your mouth. Gripping your hips in his hands, Luke holds you in place as he nudges your sensitive entrance with his lips. His icy blue eyes stare into your very soul as he presses his tongue into your slick opening, earning a cry from you. Swirling around in your bundle of nerves, Luke’s grip grows tighter, keeping you together. Trying your best to keep your eyes on Luke, every flick and beat brings sounds from your being that are more precious than every instrument in the Palace’s War Room.

Falling back to the plush bedding, Luke brings a free hand to gently knead one of your breasts, his digits carefully massage the tender goosebump ridden skin. Gripping Luke’s wrist, you smoothly cum on his tongue, allowing your taste to fill his mouth. 

Wiping his lips, Luke slowly ascends up your body and perfectly nestles into your hips. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he strokes himself, pumping the tip of his cock. Encasing his cloak around the two of you, Luke aligns himself with your virgin hole, teasing your slick folds with his tip.

Moaning at the foreign feeling, you grip Luke’s veiny forearms, squeezing his hot skin. That was all he needed. Sliding himself past your entrance, the two of you moan in harmony at this feeling. Burying his face in your neck, Luke leisurely moves his hips forward, gently thrusting his way into you. Longing to be deep inside you, he selfishly couldn’t help but imagine what this would be like. From the moment you appeared back into each other’s lives, he knew that this is how he could help you.

Gripping his muscular back, you expect any form of pain, but there wasn’t any. Euphoria washes itself over your body as Luke descends your collarbones and kisses the center of your chest. Thrusting his manhood deeper inside you, you can feel the spark in between your breasts grow bigger and stronger.

The Force was coming back to you.

Feeling your walls squeezing around Luke’s cock, a growl rises in broad chest. Slightly quickening his pace, a fluttering sensation fills your core. Pressing your nails against his freckled and scarred skin, Luke rides out your orgasm in pure awe of you. Lifting your hips with his own, you let go and Luke cums after you, filling you with his warmth. Scratching his back, his skin burns as he exits from your core, and you scream his name. Stroking your thigh with his free hand, Luke prompts you to relax, and you release your legs from around his waist.

“I love you.” Luke whispers in the dark.

Refusing to break your grip, Luke cups the sides of your face, kissing you softly. Suddenly, the strong connection of the Force fills your soul with all its might, granting you the wisdom and power you thought was gone. Breaking the kiss, Luke points to an object on his nightstand. Reaching out, you levitate a set of pens off the table before setting them down on the wooden surface.

Glancing back towards Luke, he gives you a nod of approval, acknowledging your feat.

“You alright?” He asks. 

It was as if the world stopped. Tears begin to form in your eyes as your quiet sobs and cries of happiness fill the room. Nudging your nose with his own, your lips find his. Scratching his scalp, the strong connection between your souls grows exponentially just as your cries turn back into soft moans.

Surrounding himself around your frame, Luke lays you on your side, and never lets go until you both fall in love with one another all over again.

“I love you too.” You answer, nuzzling yourself into Luke’s arms. 

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Depraved 😈

Summary: Cute straight outta the farm Luke Skywalker gets fucking destroyed by Han's sisterrrr

A/N: HEHEHEH it is written. Based off of @xstarkillerx fucking sexy audio. Here it is if you'd like to know how Luke sounded by the end of this fic. Mainly just porn, yk how I am 👺

ALSO YES READER IS HAN'S SISTER LEAVE ME ALONE

Warnings: slight corruption kink, virginity taking, p n v sex, blowjob, lots of my random jibberish tbh

Word Count: 2.4k

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“And we all know how many disappointed girls leave your room Han” You scoffed looking at your brother from across the table in laughter. “Excuse you, you little shit?” Han replied. Luke joined in on your laughing at Han. “And what would you know about pleasing a woman kid?” Han asked Luke slowly turning to look at him. Luke stopped laughing and blushed. “I know…enough” Luke replied his voice cracking in the middle of his sentence making you smirk. He always seemed so adorably innocent. “Like what?” Han continued. “Like-uhm…y’know Han if you’re so great at sex you tell me!” Luke demanded now becoming more defensive.

The blonde boy was now bright red trying to defend himself. “Luke Skywalker are you a virgin?” You giggled. His eyes widened as he glanced back at you. “W-What? No” He almost shouted the words at you both. “Y’know that is adorable kid” Han laughed getting up. “I’m not a virgin guys!” Luke shouted again still blushing profusely. “Continue to plead your case while I’m asleep,” Han said leaving the room. You grinned again turning your gaze back to nervous Luke. “I’m not a virgin” He whispered again.

You grinned leaning over and nudging him. “It’s not that big of a deal” You smiled. Luke ignored you and started fixing his hair. “Stop being a baby Luke, it’s cute how embarrassed you get over it,” You said. “I’m not getting embarrassed over it okay Y/N just stop” He complained before you kissed his cheek. He sucked in a tight breath at your affection. “What was that for?” “Cause I think you’re cute” You smiled before sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with him. “Are you being mean?” He pouted. You giggled and shook your head. “Course not Skywalker. Now can I kiss you or have you never done that either?” You questioned.

His silence gave you an answer. “Would it be okay if I kissed you, Luke?” You asked brushing his hair from his eyes. “Yes,” He nodded finally making eye contact with you. Leaning toward Luke you cupped his cheek with your palm and kissed him deeply. He let out a sharp inhale trying to reciprocate somehow. You pulled back slightly and examined his flushed expression. “Your lips are so soft” You whispered kissing him again and then again. The sweet affection made Luke nervous and slightly horny as his brain was dominated by arousing thoughts. Then you began giving him more passionate kisses sucking on his bottom lip.

After a while you straddled his lap, Luke gasped unsure of how to react. “Y/N” He breathed with a stutter. “Han could see” He worried glancing back at the door Han went through a few minutes ago. “I don’t care” You whispered meeting his lips again pushing his tongue past his lips eliciting a whimper from deep in his throat. “Let me take your virginity” You whispered grinding slowly against his crotch. “Would you like that Lukey?” You bit your lip seductively. “Mhm,” He whimpered nodding profusely. “Please Y/N” He whined.

He hesitantly took your hand in his interlocking your fingers making you smile. “Come” You whispered leading him across the Falcon to your bedroom Han had designated you years ago. All you had was a small cot designed for travelling and various decorations you’d improvised that were all from different planets you visited. Squeezing Luke’s hand you nodded for him to sit on the edge of the bed. You couldn’t get over his big dreamy eyes, and how he looked to you for attention. “You’re so handsome” You giggled moving his face to look at you before you eagerly jumped on his lap once again. “T-Thank you” He replied nervously returning your kisses.

The innocent boy beneath you froze up at the affection and kisses you laid upon his untouched skin. Luke attempted to return your heated kiss awkwardly trying to move his mouth as effortlessly as you did. “Luke?” You whispered pulling back. He opened his eyes again smiling at your beautiful frame in front of him, on him. He was almost honoured to have a woman so ethereal on him like this. “Are you okay?” You questioned watching his eyes become thoughtless and glazed with what you could only assume was lust.

“Yes” Was all he nodded before initiating another kiss. You began to rid your few layers of clothing piling them on the ground till you were left in only your bra. Then you descended your kisses from his lips, across his warm cheeks down to the soft skin of his neck while simultaneously grinding yourself across his bulge. The pressure of his hardened cock excited you as much as he excited himself. “Y/N,” He said your name with a pleading tone in his voice and a nervous voice crack. “Yes pretty?” You smirked sliding your slick tongue up his throat and sucking on his Adam's apple.

Luke replied with a breathy and stuttered moan. He held his hands firmly on the mattress not wanting to touch you in a way you wouldn’t like, although that would be impossible since you craved his hands all over you. You reached forward and took his big hands and placed them on your waist. He could’ve blacked out from the feeling of your tongue across his neck but he snapped out of his haze feeling your warm and inviting skin. “Touch me, Luke, touch me everywhere” You whispered unclipping your bra and adding it to the pile. His jaw almost dropped having seen you so bare in front of him.

“Never seen tits before huh?” You teased watching his eyes intently looking at your breasts. “You’re so p-perfect” He sighed leaning forward and kissing your chest. The confidence shocked you but you weren’t complaining as he kissed your right nipple and then your left. His mouth explored your soft peaks excitedly. “Good boy keep doing that” You sighed gripping his golden locks in one hand. It gave you butterflies when he paid extra attention to your nipples and you were obsessed with it. Luke would occasionally drag the tip of his tongue around your areola making you inhale sharply and whisper praise to him.

Though he could've done that all night he eventually pulled away and you took the opportunity to remove his shirts to reveal his toned abdomen. “I didn’t know farm boys worked out” You teased. “Sometimes” He grinned and you pecked his lips a few times running your nails across his ribs causing his laboured breaths to return. You rested your index finger under his chin and guided him to look at you. “Relax” You whispered slipping from your place on his lap to the floor between his legs.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” He asked. “Wanna suck your cock” You replied desperately nuzzling your nose into his bulge and licking him through his pants with need. “Mmm get these off” You begged and he nodded excitedly. Never once in Luke's life did he think a girl would do anything like this to him. As his pants and boxers joined the growing pile you pressed kisses along his thighs before touching his cock. He waited for you to say something not sure of what reaction a woman should have to seeing his dick like this. “It’s so pretty” was definitely not what he expected.

“M-Maker Y/N-d-darling” He stuttered when you swirled your tongue around his cock. Your eyes met his as you began swallowing him managing almost all of his pink cock down your throat. “Y/N fuck Y/N” He groaned swallowing hard trying to contain himself while you sucked on him. Drool ran down your chin and his cock while he covered his mouth in an attempt to shut himself up. Your pussy was so wet, throbbing for his thick cock to stretch you out. You craved him.

Luke gasped as you pulled away and watched you lick the string of drool attaching your swollen lips to his cock. He ached for more, desperate to cum for you “I need you, Luke, I need this big cock inside of me please” You whispered pushing him till his back was pressed firmly against the wall. “C’mere” He whined as you got back on top of him once more ridding your pants in the process. “Wow maker” He sighed realising what was about to happen. “Let me have you Lukey” You whispered and he felt like he couldn’t control himself. The way you looked at him when you said it drove him insane. “Yes, yes mhm please” He nodded making you smirk and holding his cock firmly.

“Relax, let me make you feel good” You continued rubbing the tip of his dick through your wet folds. He looked down now admiring your pussy and how wet it looked. Luke felt the overwhelming urge to taste it and suck on your clit till you begged for more. You let out a quiet moan as you rubbed him against your sensitive bud. Luke felt drunk on lust and didn’t know if he should watch the beautiful girl in front of him or her perfect little pussy. “Ready baby?” You teased pressing his leaking tip against your wet hole.

His breath was shakey as you pressed deeper. The feeling of your cunt swallowing his virgin cock made sparks erupt behind his eyes as he shut them. “So b-big Luke ah-” You sighed sitting on him full with his dick. Your praise made him blush even deeper. You lifted off his cock slightly before dropping back down. He gripped your hips harshly and whimpered admiring the way your breasts bounced in front of his face. As you began to roll your hips toward him he let out a cry of pleasure. Your pussy gyrated around his cock making him whimper once more.

“You feel so amazing Y/N” He sighed trying to fuck into you for more. “Fuck me, Luke. I want you to fuck me can you do that pretty?” You questioned. “Yeah mhm, I can” He nodded meeting your lustful gaze. The two of you swapped positions and he was eager to get back inside of your warm pussy. You laid your head on the stack of pillows while he struggled to put his cock in you again. “Here baby” You moved your hand down and spread your wet pussy wide corrupting his innocent eyes. “Right here” You guided his cock down till he understood nodding his head and shaking out his blonde locks. “So pretty Y/N” He mumbled fully shoving himself inside of you.

Luke had finally leaned down pinning you between his large biceps. He thrust back out before slamming in making you whine and arch your back at the feeling. “Just like that Lukey” “M’kay” He nodded continuing fucking you. He’d started watching himself disappear in and out of your tight cunt. You pulled him back to you to kiss him deeply. “S-So perfect” You whispered and he huffed in an attempt to respond.

He was completely lost in his own pleasure. Luke had attempted to be quiet and failed deciding he’d let you hear his depraved and breathy noises. Squeezing his eyes closed he began to rut more desperately finding his orgasm and chasing it with no idea of what he was doing. All the boy could think about was letting go finding the invigorating warmth he felt deep in the pit of his stomach, wanting to achieve pure ecstasy. His thick cock slammed in and out of you shamelessly until he stilled filling you with his creamy, virgin cum. Luke’s guttural whines reached their peak until he was only a breathy mess on top of you.

You’re eyes widened at the loss of your climax and the feeling of his. “S-Sorry” He sighed. “It’s okay Luke” You panted still catching your breath. After only a few seconds he lifted his head once more, golden strands stuck to his forehead as he restarted his relentless pounding into your pussy. “Luke!” You moaned not expecting it. “Ah!” He cried at the ache in his overstimulated cock. “I wan-wanna” He tried explaining but was cut off with a sharp gasp. As he fucked into you he couldn’t help but continue becoming so drunk on your pussy, he never wanted the feeling to stop.

The continuous sound of his desperate and needy whines soaked you even more. Luke attempted to talk moaning your name sporadically and trying to speak but it all became a jumbled mess. Drool began dripping against your tits as he lost focus of anything except pleasuring you. His horny cock was all both of you could think of “Fuck, Fuckkk” He cried out as you clawed his back even more. Wrapping your legs tighter around his waist he gasped and began letting out what almost sounded like sobs.

“Y/N, Y/N, baby” He begged desperately. The wet noises surrounding both of you were ungodly loud. “Good-good boy” You moaned arching into him wanting his cock even deeper in you. “Luke!” You cried wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his open mouth into yours for a disgustingly wet kiss. You writhed beneath him desperate for his second load. Luke’s moans became filthier and more desperate as he sloppily rutted into you finishing deep in your pussy. “Luke, Luke baby holy shit” You whispered softly. You reached your climax at the same time your pussy pulsating around his cock while you let the irresistible pleasure wash over you. Hugging him close you rolled your hips into his dragging out the feeling for as long as possible.

He swallowed thickly and his hot breath tickled your neck. Composing yourself you threaded fingers through his hair and sighed. He rested his head on your heaving chest trying to lie with you in what tiny bed space you shared. “Did amazing for me sweetheart, that pretty cock is to die for” You giggled stroking his face. He hummed happily smiling into your tits. “I think I love you Y/N” He sighed. “I don’t think you’ll love me when Han beats your ass” You teased. “I don’t care about Han” He replied. “I think I love you too Luke, I also think we should do this more often” “Yes please”

[psychosith]

Stars Around My Scars

luke skywalker x reader

summary: luke sees you shirtless for the first time since you escaped the empire

warnings: mentions of torture, injuries, nudity???

a/n: guess who’s back from their lengthy, unplanned hiatus? me! i’m back! enjoy this little ficlet while i decide what im gonna write next!

two long months you had been held in a star destroyer, subject to endless torture as the general grilled you on various rebellion happenings. it had destroyed you, body and mind. you thought you would die there, alone and bleeding in the cold cell, until you’d been saved by some rebels in stormtrooper getup. it was tricky, but you managed to make it back to the rebel base and reunite with your boyfriend, luke. he gave you space, let you heal from the traumatizing experience.

through your period of recovery, you continued to aid the resistance as best you could. you met with rebel leaders almost daily to plan attacks and missions, and it was after one such meeting that luke followed you back to your bunk.

flashbacks from your time in the empire’s clutches haunted you, and they were looming particularly large today. you were plagued by the memories, and you longed for the sort of comfort only luke could provide. so you asked him if he would stay in your room tonight to keep you company.

the door to your bunk whirred as it slid open and you walked straight to your closet. the dress shirt you had donned for the meeting was itchy and tight and you wanted to get it off. you grabbed a loose t-shirt and headed to the bathroom to wash off while luke settled on your bed. you had been so comfortable with him before your capture that it felt weird to be showering without him, but you knew if he saw what they had done to you he would be too disgusted to stay with you.

so you would bathe separate from him. you didn’t bother locking the door behind you as you shucked your dress shirt off and made to turn on the shower. the warm water let off a gentle steam and fogged up the mirror. you stepped under the spray when the temperature was to your liking and sighed in relief. a warm shower was just the thing to help you relax. the water washed away all your thoughts and feelings and replaced them with a sense of calm.

you took your time in the shower and by the time you got out your fingers were pruned and wrinkly. you had your back to the door and you didn’t register it opening.

“babe…” your whole body tensed when you heard luke behind you. while you were naked. all your scars were on display.

you felt a calloused hand reach for your hip. “don’t touch me,” you bit out. you couldn’t stand to look back at him, the disgust you knew you would find in his face would break you. “it’s gross, i know. just let me put on my shirt.”

“is that what you think?” luke snatched your wrist before you could tug the shirt over your head. “you think that i find you too gross to look at? that i don’t want to see you naked because of these?”

he traced a scar with his fingertip. “yes,” you said, “i know that’s what you think. don’t tell me, please. i couldn’t bear it if you thought me to horrible to be with.”

“i don’t think that at all.” he took your chin in his hand, turning your head up so you were forced to look at him. “you’re so beautiful, don’t you see that? these scars don’t change that. they just show how strong you are, that you could overcome such a thing. don’t ever think they make you ugly. ever. you’re still the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”

against your will, you smiled softly. you didn’t even entertain the idea that he might be lying, for the intensity of his words was too strong to be a lie. he took the shirt from your hands and discarded it, leaving it abandoned on the tile floor.

luke led you back to the bed and laid you down, snuggling close beside you. he pressed featherlight kiss after featherlight kiss to your scars and traced them with the tips of his fingers all throughout the night. in that moment, you wondered why you ever thought he would think you less for the trauma you went through.

in that moment, you had never felt more loved

[dracowars]

Hi again sweetie! Luke and reader where theyre all celebrating the whole end of the empire/death star and she gets absolutely drunk off her mind and sits on his lap and plays with his hands all giggly and theyre "just friends" and han (and leia) are having the time of his life teasing tf out of them?? Maybe in the morning shes embarrassed and apologises so lukes all sad bcs it was a "mistake" but they end up tgt later? Thankss lovee

booze and confessions | luke skywalker

pairing: luke x reader

word count: 1,9k

summary: where y/n celebrates the end of the war a little too much, ending in a confession

a/n: i feel like it has been ages since i wrote something even though it's not true lmao hope you enjoy lovely!! <3

warnings: angst, mentions of war, mentions of death

universe: star wars

To be honest, you have no idea how many drinks you already have in your system, but when if not today are you allowed to celebrate like this? After the Death Star was successfully destroyed, the Empire was defeated and peace and tranquility will return to the entirety of the galaxy. The age of fear and terror is over, the time of fighting is over and you can finally let yourself go. Finally, there is something to celebrate, something you have been working towards for years. And today, after all the suffering, that goal has been achieved and you could not be any happier to be right here, right now: on Endor, in the midst of numerous Ewoks dancing and partying, with your friends who fought alongside you all those years while the sky above you is lit up in a variety of colours.

However, the exertion of the day affects your body, your feet slowly starting to hurt from this long, fateful day and when you see Luke sitting at a table, with Han and Leia next to him, a break from all this celebrating suddenly sounds quite attractive and you stumble and stagger towards them.

"There he is! The man of the hour!", you chuckle happily as soon as you are near them, your arms spread wide as you head straight for Luke, who examines you with a small but shy smile. Before he can answer, however, you actually trip over your own feet and almost hit the ground if it wouldn't be for Luke's strong arms to prevent you from falling to the ground.

"Woah! Be careful!", Luke warns you, but what he does not expect is that you barely noticed your little misstep and just sit on his lap, giggling with joy. "I think someone had a drink or two too many."

"Are you talking about me? Don't you worry, Luke, I'm perfectly fine!", you cheekily smile at him, swaying a bit which is why he carefully puts one of his hands on your arm so you do not fall off your seat on top of him.

"Maybe you just didn’t have enough?", you tease him, showing him his glass, turning it upside down to emphasize that it is empty. Of course, this victory also comes with a lot of pain for Luke and Leia due to the loss of their father, but Luke has assured you several times that he is fine and that he still wants to celebrate this victory, in honor of his father.

That is also why you really wanted the two of you to have a good time together, but apparently you really had a few too many drinks.

"She definitely had too much", Han comments on your behaviour, sitting across from you with an arm around Leia, followed by a laugh. "I think I have rarely seen her like this and I have seen a lot."

"Han, you could use another drink, don't you think?", you answer him provocatively, but before you can elaborate, you feel the warmth of Luke's hand running up and down your arm. Heat rushes to your face, your cheeks turning red, but you just reach for his other hand and play with his fingers enthusiastically.

"I never thought I would see Ewoks in my life! I mean, did you look at them? They are so cute, I can't believe they stopped an army of stormtroopers by themselves!", you gush in awe upon watching these little creatures dance around their fire. "Don't worry, Luke. You are still cute as hell, too."

"Oh wow, it must sting to be compared to little furry bears", Han chuckles, putting his hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing out loud. Leia, also trying to hold back her laughter for her brother's sake, hits Han with her elbow.

"Stop it, Han. I am not even talking to you, just to Luke. Look at you! Such a beautiful face!", you grin, running your index finger along Luke's jawline. Your faces are so close now that they are almost touching and as soon as your eyes meet, the world around you becomes silent.

But just when Luke thinks you are about to close the gap between you, you throw your arms around his neck and place a kiss on his cheek, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

"I really love you, Luke", you whisper, or at least think you are whispering, because Han comments your words with inhaling in shock.

"No, that is news to me. I would never have expected that in my life, with the way you always look at each other-"

"Han!" Luke and Leia interrupt him at the same time and he immediately raises his hands in the air in defense, an expression of innocence on his face.

"It is not at all fun to say if you don't say it back, Luke", you sadly pout now, skillfully ignoring Han or not even noticing him due to your numbed senses. Because you are moving too much again, you almost slide off Luke's lap once more, but he holds you tight again in the last moment so that does not happen.

"Well, I think it is time for you to lie down now. It was a long evening and-"

"B-But we haven't even danced with each other yet!", you say indignantly as Luke stands up with you and immediately grab his hand, lifting it up to do several clumsy pirouettes underneath.

To prevent you from tripping over your own feet again, Luke casually lifts you into his arms, causing you to squeal as everything around you suddenly seems to spin even more. Not resisting or fighting back, enjoying the closeness you now have to him too much, you wave to Leia and Han over Luke's shoulder and let him carry you into one of the huts further up in the treetops.

Luke gently lays you down on the small mattress laid out in your hut and covers you with the blanket, sitting next to you. Your eyes are already half closed, but one of your hands is still clinging tightly to his.

"I love you too, you can't even imagine how much", Luke admits before giving you a kiss on the forehead and leaving you to your dreams, which for the first time are only consisting of positive things.

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Scattered rays of light shine into your face, causing you to wake up far too early after the previous long night. Slowly, you open your eyes and listen to the soft rustling of the leaves outside. You stretch your arms above your head as you yawn and sit up, running your hands through your face as the first effects of last night make themselves noticeable.

You curse under your breath as you rise on shaky legs, having to hold onto the wall of the small hut to keep your balance. You already regret not drinking less yesterday, but it felt so good in the moment. Completely sleepy and not yet fully awake, you stumble out onto the wooden platform high up in the trees and stop in your tracks when you see Luke standing on the railing in front of you, looking out over the Ewok village.

The light wind blows through his hair and the sunlight causes his face to shine naturally. Barely able to take your eyes off him, memories of last night suddenly come to your mind and your heart beats faster. You can't remember everything, there are some missing parts in your memories, but what you can remember brings a blush to your cheeks in an instant.

Wanting nothing more than to immediately disappear back into your hut because you just do not want to be confronted with your actions of last night, you slowly turn around, retreating, but as soon as he says your name, you know he does not even need to see you to know you are there.

With a smile, Luke turns to you, leaning his back against the railing.

"Slept well?", he asks gently, but you think you can also hear a certain amount of concern in his voice.

With a nod, you slowly walk towards him, looking away because you just can't keep eye contact, too afraid of what you might see in his eyes.

"How are you?", you ask carefully as you lean over the railing next to him and he looks at you from the side, his focus solely on you which makes your cheek feel even warmer. Playing with a strand of rope that is holding the wood of the railing together, you wait for his answer, your heart beating loudly in your ears as your shoulders touch.

"I'm good. We won so..", Luke chuckles quietly, but immediately falls awkwardly silent again.

You stand next to each other in silence for several minutes, just listening to the wind and the peaceful sounds of the forest. But you both feel that there is something unspoken between you and neither of you knows how or whether to address it. Once Luke finally clears his throat, you brace yourself for the worst.

"You don't have to be embarrassed about what happened last night if that is why you are not speaking to me like you usually do", Luke addresses the rancor in the room and you want to run away and lock yourself up somewhere and just never come out again.

"Luke, I'm incredibly sorry. I-I had too much to drink and my behavior was completely inappropriate", you apologize to him, head down because you just can't manage to look at him without immediately turning bright red. Why are you suddenly so completely out of control of your emotions?

"Oh... I see. Uhm, you don't have to apologize. I mean, if it was just the effects of having too much to drink, then it was probably just a mistake.."

"W-What do you mean?", you ask in surprise, not knowing what he is trying to imply. Or maybe you do know and just do not want to admit it.

"Well, I mean- So I- Would it be wrong of me if, deep down, I hoped that it was more than that? That it was, maybe, real?"

"Luke, what are you talking about...?"

"Would it be so bad if it was real? Do you really feel about me that way?", he asks you and now you finally look into each other's eyes and you hold your breath, searching his eyes for any signs that will tell you what is going on, if he actually means his words.

"Because if that were the case, then all I can say is that I feel the same way about you. Maybe even more", he continues, not letting you speak as he takes your hands in his. "I really really love you too. I told you yesterday, but I don't think-"

"I know. I think I heard it", is the only thing you can say in response to his confession, your thoughts swirling around in your head. You never would have thought that he would feel the same way about you and for some reason your heart now beats a little more painfully than before because you just feel so much love for this man in front of you.

"As I told you yesterday, Luke: I really love you too", you admit openly and before you know it, he wraps you in his arms and hugs you as tightly as if you wouldn't experience the next day.

And in that moment you realize that you would never find a safer place than right here, in his arms. That no matter what comes your way in the future, nothing matters as long as you have each other. And finally, after all this time, you do have each other.

[dazaih]

wingman - luke skywalker x reader

chapter one, chapter two, chapter three

chapter four -> cloud city ii

your university roommate han solo finds a rival (and love interest) in student council president leia skywalker, but both of them are too stubborn to admit that they have feelings for each other. luckily, you and her twin brother, luke, devise a plan to get the two of them to spend more time together. challenges arise, however, when you start to develop a crush on him.

chapter warnings: drug and alcohol usage, violence, blood, injuries. if you wish to skip the fight scene, scroll down to the text divider and begin with the line “You were going to be fine.” i personally don’t think there’s anything incredibly graphic (especially considering the nature of star wars lol) but i never want my stories to cause stress or discomfort for anyone. please take care of yourself!

a/n: incorporating a lil bit of canon content into this au and introducing some plot! i’ve been really nervous to post this chapter because of the slight tonal shift but hopefully you don’t hate it lol <3

By the time the band ended their set, you were sweating, feeling parched and slightly sore with a small headache from enthusiastically moving your body to the songs. Han must have felt similarly, because he pointed to his breast pocket and flashed you a grin.

“Cigarette?” he asked, gesturing to the door.

“I’ll go with you since you’re so drunk,” you slurred, only slightly better off.

“Chewie?”

Chewie shook his head, pointing to the bar. He wanted another drink, probably so he could match the level you and Han were at. With that, the two of you made your way outside, Lando eyeing you as you left. Something about the look he gave you made you feel a little on edge, but you chalked it up to the tensions you’d experienced earlier in the night. Han led you to the alley on the side of the building, lighting his cigarette and exhaling the smoke with a sigh of relief.

“Lando pours ‘em strong,” he remarked, closing his eyes, “Always has, but man. I’m a little fucked up.”

“Well, that’s what we came here for,” you said, sitting down on the sidewalk next to where he was standing.

The two of you stayed there for a bit, a comfortable silence playing out as Han smoked. All things considered, you’d had a good time so far. It had been a while since you’d gone to a nice venue like this. You leaned your head against his leg, closing your eyes and sighing as you soaked in the city’s soundscape. Being here still felt surreal sometimes, but you were thankful to have friends who made you feel so grounded.

“Han Solo,” a voice rang out, piercing the tranquility the two of you had created out in the alleyway.

You didn’t know who the voice belonged to, but Han sure did. He immediately tensed, but didn’t put his cigarette out.

“What a surprise,” your roommate replied, though you caught an ounce of distress in his drunken words, “Good to see you, Fett.”

“Wish I could say the same,” the man said, finally close enough to see. The streetlight illuminated his features only slightly, but he was strong, with a stern expression that made you feel uneasy.

“Can we help you?” you asked, standing up from your spot on the sidewalk. When Han gently nudged your hand, however, you shrank back against the wall slightly.

“You probably can’t,” the man—Fett, Han had called him—replied coldly, meeting your eyes. This guy had to be at least thirty, and you tried to sort through your scrambled thoughts to figure out what he could want with Han.

“He’s right,” Han agreed, surprising you, “You should go inside. Find Chewie.”

“No,” Fett said sternly, grabbing your wrist as you turned to leave, “I won’t hurt you, but I can’t let you do that. You just stand there and watch.”

“Watch what?” you asked, stomach starting to churn. You didn’t like this.

“That all depends on him.”

“Listen, Boba. I told the Hutts that I’d pay them back once I graduated. I’ll pay them double, even. I just have to take another semester.”

“Jabba doesn’t think you’ll graduate at all,” the man replied, inching closer to Han, “And he doesn’t give a shit about your education, anyway. He’s been generous enough to offer you your old job back, though. He’d take the money you owe him out of your paycheck, and you’d have to work for him until it was all paid off.”

“We’ve been through this before,” Han said, taking another drag of his cigarette and blowing it in Fett’s face, “I don’t deal anymore, and he knows that. You know that.”

“I’m here to give you another chance to make the reasonable choice,” he warned, his fierce tone contradicting his words. This was a threat, you realized.

“No,” he said, putting his cigarette out against the wall and letting it drop to the ground, “I can’t. They’ll kick me out of here if I get caught smuggling drugs, Boba. Just tell him that I’m graduating soon, and I’ll be able to land a pretty nice job with an engineering degree, so he doesn’t need to—“

Boba didn’t let him finish before he punched him square in the jaw, Han falling back against the wall from the force of it. Immediately, you turned to run inside, but you were quickly grabbed and restrained by another man. You watched in horror as a few more people emerged from the other side of the alleyway, walking towards your group. Reinforcements, you supposed. If you weren’t so frightened, you’d find humor in the fact that Han was apparently enough trouble to warrant such a sizable crowd.

Han braced himself against the cool brick, managing to muster enough energy and coordination in his drunken state to land a hit on his opponent. Boba faltered slightly, but the attack only served to piss him off even more.

“Hold him still,” he ordered, and two of the men he was with each grabbed one of Han’s arms, forcing him to stand upright. Your stomach sank when Boba pulled out something shiny from his pocket, and when he fitted the metal onto his hand, you lurched forward, trying to come to your friend’s rescue. When the men pulled you back, you continued to struggle, resulting in a harsh blow being delivered to your ribs.

“Kid, ‘s alright. Don’t get yourself into any trouble,” Han mumbled, his speech slightly obscured by the blood pouring from his upper lip.

“You’re gonna kill him,” you cried as Boba admired the brass knuckles on his hand.

“Last chance, Solo,” he said, ignoring you, “You can either repay your debt by coming back to work for Jabba, or you can repay it with your life right now.”

“You don’t understand,” Han hissed, almost collapsing but being jerked back upwards by the men restraining him, “I can’t transport that shit anymore. I’ve worked too hard to get here. But I can still pay him. Hell, I’ll even do triple. Don’t be a fool—“

That was the wrong answer, it seemed. You screamed as Boba delivered the first punch with the brass knuckles to Han’s ribs, helplessly thrashing against your captors.

“Lando will come looking for us,” you yelled, still trying to fight back against the men holding you, “He saw us walk out here.”

“I paid Lando a hundred bucks to stay inside and mind his business,” Boba replied coolly, hitting Han again, “Don’t you worry about a thing.”

Realizing the direness of your situation, you shoved your heel as hard as you could into the foot of the man to your right, his grip loosening on you just enough to allow you to break free for a moment. Without thinking twice, you pushed your finger into the eye of the man on your left, causing him to reel back in pain.

You ran as far as you could to the end of the alleyway, trying to at least make sure your cry for help was heard before your captors inevitably caught up to you. You almost made it, and when your escape attempt was thwarted by one of the men pulling you backwards, you screamed as loudly as you could. The consequence of this was that a piece of cloth was shoved into your mouth, effectively gagging you. Tears streamed down your face as you struggled again, trying to resist being dragged back to the scene of your closest friend being beaten within an inch of his life. The man whose eye you’d injured welcomed you back into the group by throwing you onto the concrete harshly, and you let out a deep wheeze of pain.

“Not worth it, kid,” Han pleaded, his voice strained, “It’ll be okay. ‘S okay—“

He was cut off by Boba gripping his hair harshly and delivering a knee to his stomach, causing him to gasp and cough up a small amount of blood.

“What a fitting end for you, Han Solo. Getting the shit beat out of you in the back of an alley while those rich brats you’ve tried so hard to fit in with don’t even care enough to come see what all the commotion is about. You were better off as one of us.”

Han said nothing—he couldn’t speak anymore, you realized. Between the copious amounts of alcohol he’d consumed and the violence he’d endured, it was a miracle that he was even still conscious. You watched helplessly as Boba continued to hit him, only using the brass knuckles on occasion, making you realize that he was intentionally dragging it out. It was audacious to believe that no one would catch him, but Boba had convinced even you that no one was coming to your rescue at this point. The weight of the realization was suffocating, and you weren’t sure if the gag choking you or the deep despair you felt was what caused more tears to escape you.

You couldn’t watch any longer. You looked off into the distance, trying to focus on something else as you were forced to listen to Han’s pained grunts and gasps. Your vision was slightly blurred from crying, but when a familiar silhouette appeared at the end of the alleyway, you felt relief wash over you. It was Chewie. He’d come to look for you.

You briefly fretted over him meeting a fate similar to your own, but you realized quickly that he wasn’t alone. None other than Luke Skywalker was in tow, his teammates still following him.

“Hey!” he shouted, racing towards you all. You tried to warn him about the ferocity of your opponents, tried to tell him that this was no normal bar squabble—but it was too late. As soon as he had breached the group, Boba turned sharply, punching him in the face with his bare hand. Luke hissed in pain, but to your surprise, swung back with enough force to make Boba stumble. The other man grunted and raised his other fist—the one with the brass knuckles—and you tried to scream out a warning, your cries muffled by the rag in your mouth. Surprising you further, however, Luke dodged his attack, throwing him off balance enough to shove him to the side harshly and rush towards you. In his tracks, his teammates picked up his slack, and there, in the alley of Cloud City, a true fight broke out. The men who had been keeping watch over you ran to defend their leader, and Luke made his way to you.

“Call the police!” Luke shouted, kneeling down in front of you. Blood was pouring from his nose and his lip, but he didn’t seem to mind as he pulled the rag from your mouth. You coughed, choking slightly at the sudden change in pressure. His hand cupped your cheek immediately, thumb gently wiping away stray tears from your face. You weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline getting to your head, but in that moment, you felt incredibly cared about in a way that was all too genuine for the type of relationship you and Luke had.

“It’s okay,” he told you, seemingly much more sober than he’d been inside, “I’m gonna take care of everything. Gonna get help.”

You looked past him to see Chewie and his teammates fighting off Fett’s group, Han having collapsed onto the ground without the support of his captors holding him up.

“Tell Lando to get out here now!” Luke yelled again, and one of his teammates raced towards the bar.

“They paid Lando a hundred bucks to stay inside,” you recited, your head pounding.

“Okay? I’ll pay him two hundred to get outside,” Luke scoffed, trying to help you sit up.

“Police are on their way!” you heard someone yell. You looked down the alley to see Lando himself, two bouncers standing next to him. You could have hit him at the moment, but because of your current injuries, you stayed put.

You watched as Boba delivered a few more heavy blows to Luke’s teammates, only two of his own men still standing, stumbling to catch up with him.

“You’re gonna regret this, Calrissian. You should’ve kept your ass inside like I told you to,” Fett shouted, backing up to exit the other end of the alley.

“I didn’t realize you were trying to kill Han outside of my bar,” Lando retaliated, watching Boba carefully as he walked backwards to his escape route.

“It didn’t concern you.”

When he stumbled in your direction, he couldn’t resist the urge to pull Luke up by his hair, the other man surprised by the sudden attack.

“And you,” Fett hissed, Lando and Luke’s remaining teammates now sprinting towards you, “I’ll teach you to interrupt a man’s business.”

“Do your worst. We’ll see where it gets you,” Luke replied, voice strained by the tugging on his hair. You watched as Luke took the opportunity to carefully study Boba’s face rather than fight back, and you were once again seized by an emotion that you couldn’t quite place.

Fett glared at him, pulling him higher up and then throwing him to the ground as hard as he could, the sound of Luke’s body smacking against the concrete making you wince. He groaned beside of you, and you weren’t sure if the blood pouring from his face was new or from the first altercation he’d had with him. With that, Fett escaped the alleyway, Lando and his men chasing after him.

“Luke!” Biggs shouted, running to where you all were.

“Leia,” Luke choked out, gasping for air as most of it had been knocked out of him, “Call Leia.”

Biggs nodded, and you heard sirens wailing in the distance, the red flashing lights of what you assumed was an ambulance illuminating the surrounding buildings. One of Luke’s other teammates stumbled over to check on him, and you knew instantly that he’d never seen such violence firsthand. It was Elias.

“Elevate his head,” you told him, struggling to pull yourself to your feet, “Find out where he’s bleeding.”

Elias nodded, shaky hands lifting Luke’s head and placing his coat underneath it. You stumbled towards Han, mustering all of your strength. Chewie was already at his side, having leaned him up against the wall so he was sitting upright.

“Han,” you gasped, falling to your knees next to him, “Can you hear me?”

When he didn’t say anything, you began to panic slightly, lifting his head to try to make him meet your eyes.

“Han,” you said again, and his eyes opened slightly as he tried to take in your appearance.

“Bleeding,” he managed to sputter out, “You’re bleeding. Your face.”

“You’re a whole lot worse, man,” you tried to joke, but you couldn’t stop your eyes from watering.

“I need a cigarette,” he slurred, and you leaned his head to the side slightly.

“Spit,” you told him, and when he did, you couldn’t even see any saliva—only blood. His eyes fluttered closed again, and you brushed his hair from his forehead gently.

“You have to stay awake, Han,” you told him sternly, keeping his head upright. Chewie gave you a concerned look. This was bad.

Luckily, the ambulance arrived then, parking at the end of the alley. A few paramedics rushed out and immediately identified Han as being in the most critical condition, lifting him onto a stretcher and taking him to the ambulance. Two more arrived soon after, and a few police cars were there as well. You watched as Lando reappeared, explaining the situation to the cops.

“You should go with Han,” you told Chewie. He frowned, looking you over and shaking his head.

“They probably won’t let me do it because they need to check me out first, but you’re fine. You should go. I’ll be okay.”

Reluctantly, Chewie nodded, pulling you into a gentle embrace before departing, running towards the ambulance Han was in. You let out a sigh of relief, feeling better knowing that your roommates would be there for each other. You saw Elias, Biggs, and some more paramedics help Luke into the back of an ambulance, and when he murmured something you couldn’t quite make out from this distance, Biggs came over to where you were standing, some paramedics behind him.

“They wanna look you over,” he explained, offering you his arm. You nodded, allowing yourself to be escorted away from the blood stained alleyway.

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You were going to be fine. You had broken your wrist from how you’d landed when you were thrown, and you had some serious bruising on your ribs, but overall, you were going to be fine. When you were cleared, you exited the back of the ambulance, only to find Luke sitting on a bench across from you.

“Shouldn’t you be in one of those ambulances?” you asked, taking in his appearance.

He had a black eye and a busted lip that had been stitched up, but he smiled at you regardless.

“Already got cleared. Got a concussion, a black eye, stitches, and my ribs are all bruised up, but nothing that requires going to the emergency room. How about you?”

You sat down next to him, sighing from the ache in your body, “My ribs are bruised too. And I broke my wrist. Wanna sign my cast later?”

“Of course,” he said happily, leaning back and looking at you, “But really, are you okay?”

“No,” you whispered, frowning as you stared at the sidewalk, “I thought I was about to watch him die.”

Luke sat up, taking your good hand into his own.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t get out here sooner. Chewie came to see if you were with me, and then we went outside to look for you. Then we heard you scream. I had no idea. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you assured him, squeezing his hand, “Glad I didn’t mess my throat up for no reason, I guess.”

He didn’t laugh, and instead he pulled you into a hug, his hand resting securely on the back of your neck. The safety of his embrace made your eyes water, and you melted into his touch.

“I was scared,” you whispered into his shoulder, allowing a man you hardly knew to hold you on a park bench in the middle of the city.

“Me too,” he told you, gently carding his fingers through your hair, “But it’s over, and we’ll have more answers tomorrow.“

You nodded, the words causing your mind to drift to Han. You pulled back and checked your phone.

4 new notifications

Chewie: he’s stable. in and out of consciousness, but he’ll be okay. doing x-rays soon.

Chewie: r u ok?? did u get ur injuries checked out?

Chewie: ok he has some broken ribs and a broken nose. pretty bad concussion too. they want to keep him overnight at least.

Chewie: i’m gonna stay tn. you should go home and get some sleep. you’ve been thru a lot. pls txt when u can to lmk ur ok

Texting a quick message back, you sighed, relieved that Han was going to be okay but still nervous about his injuries. The stress must have shown on your face, because Luke placed an arm around you, letting you lean your head on his shoulder.

“How is he?” he asked, rubbing your arm.

“At the hospital. Broken bones, but he’ll be okay, according to Chewie,” you said, allowing him to console you, “Thank you, by the way. I owe you one.”

“Don’t thank me,” he told you, “Setting my sister up with Han doesn’t really work if he gets killed in the back of an alleyway.”

You chuckled a little at that, glad for Luke’s ability to lighten the mood.

“But really,” he said seriously, “You don’t owe me anything. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Just then, a sleek, black car pulled into the parking lot, and none other than Leia crawled out of the passenger seat. Of course they had a personal driver.

“What the fuck,” she muttered, taking in the crime scene tape and Luke’s battered appearance before rushing over to you, “What happened?”

“Some guys tried to kill Han during his cigarette break,” you explained simply, the weight of your exhaustion setting in, making it impossible for you to offer more context.

“Han?” she asked, concern written all over her features, “Where is he?”

“Hospital. They’re keeping him overnight.”

“Shit,” she huffed, taking Luke’s face into her hands and evaluating the damage, “How did you get involved?”

“He and Chewie and his friends stepped in,” you told her, watching as she eyed the stitches on his lip, “Probably would’ve died if he didn’t.”

She sighed, stepping back and putting her hands on her hips, seemingly unsure of what to do. She stared at you for a second, and then back at Luke, clearly distressed by his injuries. Her concern for him was sweet.

“Local news headlines are gonna pick this up,” she said, frowning, “I think Lando’s gonna talk to the press to make it clear that it was an attack and you came to the rescue, but I don’t know.”

“I don’t care,” Luke told her, waving his hand dismissively, “I don’t wanna worry about stuff like that right now.”

“I know,” she replied, sighing again, “Mom and Dad are gonna lose their shit—“

“I don’t care.”

“You should call them,” she urged, looking at his injuries again, “Someone else probably has by now. Have you checked your phone?”

“No,” he said, looking annoyed, “Have you?”

“No. I’ve been afraid of what they’ll say.”

“Will they be angry with you?” you asked, not sure what kind of reaction you should be anticipating from the Skywalker family.

“Probably with me for not filling them in,” Leia admitted, her voice weary.

“Probably with me for getting hurt,” Luke added.

“I bet they’ll want us to come home for the rest of the weekend.”

“Absolutely not,” Luke grimaced, rubbing his temple with his free hand.

“Or they’ll send someone to check on you.”

“That’s such a waste of time,” he scoffed.

“Dad’s press tour is soon. The last thing you need while you’re recovering is for a bunch of delusional kids online to speculate about how you got hurt. They’ll probably find a way to romanticize it. You know how they are.”

“Leia,” Luke said sternly, though his tone was still gentle, “You know I don’t care about that stuff. They’ve been writing weird shit about me since I was sixteen. And if they publish something about me getting in a fight, that’s okay. It’s for me to worry about.”

“You’re right. Sorry,” she replied, sighing, “I don’t know where my head is at right now. I was so worried about you.”

Luke sighed too, standing from the bench to hug his sister.

“I’m fine, Leia,” he told her, and seeing how soft he was with her made your heart beat a little faster. He was a good brother.

“You should stay at our place,” Luke offered suddenly, meeting your eyes, “Since Han and Chewie won’t be home. I don’t want you to be there by yourself after tonight.”

You almost protested, feeling awkward invading their space like that, but then Leia spoke too.

“I think that’s a good idea. Especially with those men still on the loose,” she added.

“I don’t wanna intrude—“

“You won’t be. Please,” Luke interjected, looking at you with wide, hopeful eyes.

“Only if you’re sure it’s okay,” you reluctantly agreed.

“Of course,” he insisted, helping you stand, “It’s just me and Leia, so there’s nothing to stress about.”

You guys are basically aristocrats. How is that not stressful? you wanted to say, but you held your tongue, following them to the car where their driver was holding the door for you. The high quality leather seats felt alien to you when you sat down in the back with Luke. He must have noticed your discomfort, because he reached for your hand soon after. With little hesitation, you accepted, and he immediately tangled your fingers together, giving you one of his signature soft smiles. Even in the mostly dark vehicle, his eyes still shone brightly, and something about that fact made your cheeks flush.

You briefly wondered if you were getting too personally involved with the Skywalkers, but with Leia in the front seat telling the driver to take you all home and Luke in the back with his hand in yours, you knew that there was little you could do about it now.

[coffeeorsomething-irl]

Ch 9 of my Luke Skywalker x OC fic. First chapter and a brief explanation of wtf is this, here.

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Welp, it's been a long time, yet again...lol. The ship rolls forward, but oh so slow. A big update this time - another chapter dropping soon.

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Contumely

When next they met, he made good on his word. She blushed just from the sight of him, stomach rapidly disintegrating into a mass of insects fluttering desperately to escape, as her mind filled with the impossible things they’d done the day before and reason squeezed shut; whilst for his part his face split into a big, silly grin from ear to ear, and he rosily flushed back.

She wished to cross to him, but her feet wouldn’t move. —How would she greet him, if she couldn’t even approach?

But the moment he was close enough he had her wrapped up in a hug…and after squeezing her tight just long enough so her insides recalled their place… He relaxed his grip, ran his hand up her neck, fingers splaying into her hair and thumb laid out along her jaw, and directed her upwards into a soft, slow kiss. …It lasted forever, long enough for her world to decompose around it and slowly rebuild, and when it ended he gave her another, and another. “..hey Ciri,” he rasped quietly, when eventually it was done, and he had allowed her to slip away. She struggled to regain control of her faculties and answer him, with a breathy, bashful little, “h-h-hi, L-Luke..!” —while her head spun, that this was her reality, now. Meanwhile his lips curled into the cutest little smile, and his thumb stroked her cheek, and he lightly nipped at the tip of her nose…. And she laughed, and it was true: he’d made her remember what it was to feel easy with him.

She held his hand, and took him into the woods…

…To a sunny little clearing, unexpected in the midst of close growth in a way that made him laugh, when he saw… They laid down and looked at the little patch of sky above, and then he rolled over to look at her, and she kissed him. …They touched a lot more, that day, than most… more, and differently. The way he pulled her up into him, was new. Waves of disbelief kept trembling over her, that she’d be able to share this sort of intimacy with him.. And the sensation continually extinguished, in the palpable want imbuing his lips and hands…over and over, as it arose. It was a strange way to feel… in the end almost frazzled, by pleasure and comfort. Frazzled enough, to be loose with him, and to squeeze him back… finding his muscles, and his bones, under the clothes…searching, for the things she’d discovered yesterday. ..Shyly building a mental map.

And as the sun finished crossing their little bit of sky, they crossed to the big tree, by clearing’s edge, and he held her there before him, put their hands up against its bark, and had her concentrate whilst he followed suit… And showed her the slow movement of its sap, the gentle reverse trickle of water from root to trunk to limb and leaf, the tree as a silent spring of water disgorging into the air; the parts of it that were something else and the parts of it that were dead.

And below, in the dark, where the roots fanned out…their minds sought for an end, that never came.

Branching instead, branching, pushing, branching, a skein… sugar flowing, ruffled suddenly by new input… and then joining, all channels teeming together, rising higher…and the warm glow and openness of air, once again…

—And then the air moved and existence dissolved into the trembling of uncountable leaves across a vast span of space.

…When he let it go, and she gasped and swayed, he ‘shhhhed’ into her ear, and held her steady.

Why did everything that happened between them make her feelings for him grow stronger?

That night, he kissed her to distraction, outside her chambers’ door. And whispered something so sweet into her ear, before he let her go… That when she got into her room, she eeped into a pillow.

In bed, she experienced the most peculiar mixture, of longing, loneliness and warmth, and curled around her stomach, like to shelter it.

The coming days passed in a blur; of lips, saliva, and body heat. Each time they met he greeted her thus, were they alone. —And were they not he’d reach out for her hand and squeeze it tightly in both of his, and softly kiss her temple, letting his nose bump into her…briefly lingering. And every day for at least a week, she noticed a little splash of color upon his breast as he would approach… And once he got in close, she’d identify one of the flowers she’d given him, stem trimmed and carefully pinned to his black tunic. It was mightily endearing.

When she realized that others were likely noticing her flowers, too, she was blushingly embarrassed… and then somehow deeply, profoundly pleased. As though…

As though someone might also notice, he’d been claimed.

…Not that she might have the power to do such a thing, of course! —She semi-frequently had to remind herself. Only, as though. But it was still, so gratifying, even just thus…

She started to notice things about him, too. New things, as they settled into a new dynamic. He wasn’t ever shy about putting his hands on her, any longer. He liked standing close to her, if he wasn’t in her way; very close. And he liked keeping a hand on her, around her back, or on her waist, or clasped upon her thigh, if they were just talking. He liked nuzzling into her and punctuating their conversations with cute little kisses. He liked pulling her into his lap. She’d thought that he was cuddly before, but now… She wondered anew, at how very warm he was, and how affectionate. To think, that this side of himself wasn’t something he had gotten to indulge..

…To think, that it was she who’d become the beneficiary of his affection. Life was only more outlandish.

So she’d finally ceased her hesitance to hold onto him, when she wanted. Which was a lot..! …She had started to view him, with an almost visceral sense of comfort. That was silly, she thought — that nervous buzzing would rattle her innards at the mere sight of him, and the moment he approached she’d seek to soothe it by nuzzling into his chest… His warmth would fill up her senses, then his fingers would be softly seeking her jaw, and a new excitement would begin, as she tasted him..

The ease of this closeness, left her in awe.

He took her flying again, in his X-wing, to an unmarked spot of her choosing, from her map. This time it was a western edge of the great southern continent, far from any river, or road. She had never seen the sea. He flew them in over it, releasing the harness to accommodate her, and she sat forward as far as she could in the cockpit, gazing out the transparisteel canopy to the endless blue-grey waters.

The beach they came in at was wide and flat, shallowly sloping, broken periodically by scrapings of rock. He set them down securely above the tideline, and she hurriedly stripped off her boots and strode swiftly down the moistened sand to the water. She walked until the tips of the spent waves were running up past her ankles, and stood staring at the shifting line of their crashing. ..Presently he came up from behind her and slipped an arm about her waist, pulling her snug against his chest, to kiss her ear and stroke her belly. The wet air held an unaccustomed edge, born of the waters’ foreign chemistry, and the sky above the darkened ocean was rendered pale opaline by a diffuse layer of cloud. “..Luke, I will never get over this,” she said.

“I love the ocean, too,” he said softly.

She despaired of expressing what she felt. “everything is bigger than me..!” she whispered, “but you make me feel warm..”

He turned her gently in his arms, at that, urging her round to face him. His eyes were solemn. His hand came up, to smooth along her jaw, and R2 became the first sentient to see them kiss. —They heard his distant warble of surprise, and Luke let her go with a blush, and a bashful expression, as though he’d forgotten the droid’s presence. ..The sight of him made her heart beat. She raised her fingertips to trace along his pretty cheek.. and pointedly kissed him again… and he sighed, and clutched her closer.

..Later at her behest they went walking across the sands, and where the beach became patchy with rocks she made a discovery — little pools amidst the crags, filled with seawaters abandoned by the tide. Creatures dwelt there, of surpassing oddity. She would not have been surprised to encounter their representation in one of his holos — such was their estrangement, from all the life with which she was familiar. Colorful, tentacled, bespiked, bearing far too many appendages or many too few… Some, she couldn’t see how they were able to move, or direct themselves, and yet they did; others, she had taken for rocks…till a bit of organic crud drifted them by, only to be snatched.

Careful to avoid slipping in, she clambered up a slick, more-or-less flattened rock and delicately perched upon its crown, and took out her notebook. He joined her, and watched curiously over her shoulder as she drew; and eventually he meditated, his back pressed comfortably against hers.

..At some point, she glanced round and gasped aloud, to see a field of heavy balled water floating in midair above sand and surf.

—But at her gasp, the field burst into tiny tinkling pointilescence and collapsed, splashing onto the wet-packed sand.

“—Oh! I’m sorry!” she exclaimed.

“..Please, don’t apologize,” he responded evenly, opening his eyes, “Distractions are practice. …Water is hard. It doesn’t want to stay with itself, that way..” And he twisted to kiss her forehead, “It was spray, from the waves. I’ll get it back, princess, don’t worry.”

..They remained there through the tide’s return, retreating reluctantly before its approach, and supped on the beach, defending their food against wayward sand as they could — laughing, when they couldn’t. Afterward he took her into his lap, and kissed her, indulgently… and somehow she couldn’t stop herself, from telling him he was wrong, about the water.

“..It does like to stay with itself,” she whispered.

“What does… water?” he whispered back.

She nodded, and he smiled, amusement thrumming up through his larynx. “How so, little scholar?”

“I-I read so,” she blushingly informed him, “It sticks to itself. T-That’s how it can form droplets. Most things don’t. You should try.. with something else, to compare.”

He gazed at her a moment… and then he nodded, with an appreciative little smile, “Thank you, Ciri. I certainly will.”

They left, only after watching the sun’s fiery fall and vanishment, across the waters. She was so tired that night, she near toppled into her bed, when she found it.

And somehow, even in light of all the esoteric forms both large and small filling out the newer pages of her notebook, the most unusual thing in her life now was how she got to kiss him, and how he did it back.

…He liked licking her, when they kissed. It almost felt like he was marking her…leaving these broad strokes of his saliva across her skin, to glisten in the sun and tingle. He liked suckling on her lower lip.

..And she liked tugging on his. She liked the edges of the teeth inside his mouth. She liked the hollow beneath his plush bottom lip and the prominent cleft in his chin below that. He’d laugh when she messily tried to bite at it.

She tried to be delicate, with him, usually, but when she was accidentally rough he didn’t seem to mind. And he didn’t mind it, when she was clumsy. Or if she made an embarrassing noise…or about anything. Instead, he would grin, or groan, or nuzzle her, and kiss her deeper; and when she became especially flustered it would cause him to laugh, a light, cheerful sound that somehow never failed to help her feel relaxed, and never ever made-fun-of. ..It was surreal.

And she caught herself daydreaming about him, betimes.. Him, and the galaxy he came from. As though the looseness and ease in the time she spent with him, crept into her imagination now, as well. She’d imagine them walking through the landscapes she found on his datapad, or.. strolling down a crowded futuristic promenade. —Whenever she noticed herself doing it she’d stop to blush and frown, feeling an anxious little tugging from the base of her abdomen, straight down, and an instinctive urge to disengage. But…. His words, that night. They’d left her without the power to stop.

…She wouldn’t lose him, in space.

His comlink, and her notes on its use, occupied a locked drawer in her desk.

…And the way she missed him at night grew ever more poignant.

She would sit, cross-legged in bed with her hands cupped together in her lap… when his absence felt like a negative space, sucking at her edges. She’d focus her breathing, as he’d shown her how. She’d picture what lay between them, as a little seedling she sheltered there in her palms, and watched grow.

Hadn’t she all that she could want with him? Why this pulling, at her heart?

One nondescript evening a few weeks past found her awaiting him, leaned over a balustrade just out of doors near her father’s conference rooms — having spent the entire day poking idly about his datapad whilst thinking of him, and not wishing to spend a single moment alone, beyond the barest number necessary. …Now finally, the sun had set, leaving the grounds draped in obscurity, and she knew she had not long left to pass.

She was becoming antsy with the knowledge, when the silence broke.

“—What do you suppose he wants with you?” an all-too-familiar voice asked, from behind.

Needless to say it was not the man she wished. Ciri bit her tongue from replying, and looked pointedly directly out to the night, not acknowledging the presence.

Unbothered, Olandria went on to speculate. “…Tongue-tied as you are, you don’t exactly make for good conversation. —And how could you, even despite? You don’t know the first thing about anything. …And, I mean…. Look at you.” Those last words, she practically spat.

Ciri set her jaw, cheeks burned against her will. …Though she’d heard it all, before, still Olandria knew how to sting. The stone of the balustrade gripped her forearms, with friction.

“…You know what I think,” she went on, “I think he’s a bit of a freak.”

And at that, her blood began to quietly boil.

It was pedestrian enough, the insults against herself. She’d never dreamed to hear Luke spoken of so.

Olandria was still speculating, “—I think he enjoys turning the head of a brainless little ugly duckling like you. He has a predilection for the unappealing, I suppose. Peculiar. —Or, his is a more dispassionate game, and even better that you’re royalty. Funnier that way, when he leaves you behind. And either way… A freak. It is fair freakish, such interest, don’t you think?”

That internal boil bubbled over, and she whirled to face the woman. “—You don’t know anything about him at all,” she bit bitterly, “When have you even spoken to him? At the dance? When you were pestering him for entertaining stories about his friends dying at war?”

…But Olandria only laughed, seeming to enjoy her risability. “I know more than you, little princess,” she said with condescension, “—Remember, I’m not a forest hermit like you! I talk to people… and I know, how people are. —What do you do, by the way, when you need advice on men? On the only man who’s ever deigned speak to you? —Ask a squirrel??” Any further remarks didn’t survive her fit of laughter.

Ciri was scowling, outside and in. “..I certainly wouldn’t ask you!” she said diffidently.

Olandria ignored her, and presently composed herself to continue, more levely, “…It does surprise me, rather. He seemed so… Ascetic. Uprightly moral, I would have said. …Yet here he is, spinning a simpleton’s head full of tales like a common scoundrel, or worse, as though it were the choicest entertainment…” Her tongue tsk’ed. “Shameful.”

Ciri had unwittingly balled her fist. “Now look here!” she exclaimed, “I’m just about used to you, you know — I’ve heard just about everything you could think to say to me! —But just you keep your.. nasty, mean-spirited thoughts to yourself, if they’re going to be about him! He’s much too decent t—” she cut off, stumbling asudden, over her own vitriol. “..t-to be spoken of, by you,” she concluded, less forcefully, turning her gaze away.

There was a silence.

It was surprising — despite her words, she hadn’t thought Olandria might heed her request.

After a moment, she couldn’t help herself. She looked up, at the woman’s face… And found her, looking back, with a huge, sly grin.

“My… The mousy little princess really is smitten, isn’t she? ..You haven’t spoken up like that, in…” Olandria trailed off to laugh derisively, “—why, in ever!”

Ciri stared.

“…Poor, little waif… I’m only trying to help, after all!” Olandria insisted, voice dripping with false concern.

Ciri scowled, looked away. “..why do you say things that aren’t in the slightest believable, if you want to be taken seriously?” she muttered resentfully.

Before Olandria could sneeringly reply, as she no doubt shortly was intending to, a new sound questioningly cut the brief silence. “..Ciri?”

It was his voice.

Her head whipped up, and around, her chest fluttering anxiously. He was there… he’d materialized, as though from nowhere, or she had not paid attention. His pretty face held a look of frank concern that contrasted so intensely with Olandria’s, it took her breath away, and she gulped… As somehow at seeing him, she filled with a longing more intense than that that had driven her to wait for him at that terrace at all, though that her feet had taken root.

“Is this courtier bothering you, my Princess?” he asked — and without waiting for answer, he moved deliberately to stand between them, cutting Olandria off from her view. “Someone like you, should never hear a harsh word.. May I assist you?” He gently took her hand in his, handling it with easy familiarity, and bringing it to his lips to softly kiss, “..Your Highness?”

At his touch, she started and came unstuck. Held his hand… looked up from it into his kindly, worried face. …Then stepped forward and burrowed into his chest, trapping their clasped hands between them, and feeling his arm come up around her to curl securely about her back.

She clenched her grip on his hand, fierce and needy, and he reassuringly matched it back, with decisive strength. ..There was something comforting, in that… like an expression of gravity.

He dropped his head to whisper, directly into her ear, for her alone, “it’s alright, sweet girl… I’m here.” She shivered, to hear it, and gently urged herself tightly in… felt him respond, with a strong, affectionate squeeze. He kissed her ear, then her temple, and susurrated “sshhhh..”

She swallowed, and closed her eyes, as her innards sweetly unknotted. He was here, finally… He was very like hers.

At least, that’s how he always made her feel.

It was his warmth. —More than just body heat, it was in his voice and his eyes and the quality of his touch. ..If he didn’t always stroke and squeeze her like he did, if he didn’t always treat her so… she might believe it would wear on him. To be close to her like this, as much as she liked. But he never failed to demonstrate that he wanted it, too. She felt a little swell, rising up in her chest, as his grip tightened and his palm eased its way comfortingly up and down along her arm. His hand clasping hers was giving back as good as it got, holding on tight, while his thumb sedately rubbed the side of her hand. He was… he was caring. So caring.

Slowly, her breathing steadied.

For someone like her, to have someone like him… Of course, she hadn’t believed Olandria. But… It was far past ordinary, after all.

She was unfathomably fortunate. Her mind never failed tracking back to it.

Blinking moisture from her eyes, she raised her head and kissed his gorgeously plush lips. Just once, and briefly… but still, the doing of it for a moment made her feel almost like another person to herself. Someone assertive. Someone confident, who knew what was hers.

When she released him, he gazed down into her as though lost, dazed in surprise…

Then he beamed, like the rising of the sun, and for a moment she truly did forget that Olandria was there, or had ever been.

And he asked her, with calm, soothing resonance, “Would you like to get out of here with me, your Highness? ..I hate to see you keeping poor company.” His eyes were on her, steadily, as though she was all that was…

She gave him a small smile, and nodded up to him gratefully.. and found herself able to speak, softly. “—Y-Yes, Luke, I really would.”

His own smile broadened if possible, eyes tending soft. “Wonderful..”

He dipped in swift and smooth to nudge his nose into hers and cutely kiss her cheek, then her brow, making her laugh in a gentle stutter to be fussed over so, and whispered smilingly into her ear, his svelte voice pitched low just for her, “c’mon, my darlin’..let’s go. Hold onto me..”

His other arm, meanwhile, snaked up around her shoulders… And then she felt herself lifting, as something tightened gently around her thighs and pulled them up into the air, slipping them to his side, her knees tucking together. Nothing supported her, and she understood that it was him… using the Force to carry her, just so he wouldn’t need to let go of her hand. His arm was solid against her back, and she was pitched into his warm chest. All of her upset had quite dissolved in his affectionate gaze, comforting touches, and gentle words… And now here she was, given fully over into his keeping. She gazed into his eyes, her own large and briefly rounded with surprise… and softly brought her free hand to cover over his, so tightly gripping hers.

He bent down his neck and kissed her forehead, and started to walk, and Olandria stood there boggling at their backs.

He brought her quickly down a set of stairs and out onto the grass, to find seclusion in the darkened grounds… while she closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder, and let him take her, where he would.

Presently, he stopped. She opened her eyes to find that in the darkness, all eyesight of the balustrade had become impossibility. Wordless, he gently lowered her knees and let her feet find ground, then aggressively swallowed her into a tight, comfortable hug.

…..She felt his nose nudge into her hair… felt his steady breath, rustling the strands… And she sighed, and snuggled gratefully into his chest, as his heat seeped into her.

Then he was softly murmuring, “..I felt you getting angry.. don’t think I ever have, before. …And for a moment I was confused, on top of worried — but then of course I arrive to find her. …Ciri, baby… what did she do?”

Her mind tracked back to the encounter just past.

“..S-she was… she was a little c-cruel about you, Luke,” she confessed. “…I-I.. I got mad.”

“..About me?”

He waited…and when she didn’t say more he prompted her softly, “…Anything you’d like to talk about, with me, sweetling?”

Her first thought was that she didn’t wish to sully his ears.

“…um..I-I don’t… I don’t wanna make the air feel gross.. repeating it..” she trailed into his tunic, unaccountably sheepish.

He pulled back to look at her, cupping her cheek, and made a face. “..That bad? No wonder you got angry.” A moment passed, as he studied her, gently stroking her cheek. She gazed back, taking in the contours of his expression, traced over in starlight. He was dear, indeterminably.

Her next thought was that it was hard, weirdly, to hold it to herself. Her jaw worked, as the wish to for once, share something of Olandria’s words fell upon her, and she fought with it.

“…I don’t like it,” he said quietly at last. “I dislike it, so much.. —Her, being able to say anything to you that makes you feel.. ‘gross’.”

“…s-she said you’re a freak,” she revealed, in a small voice, “f-for.. for liking me.”

…And she watched his jaw knot, as a sadness overcast his eyes.

“Ciri…” he breathed… swallowing, glancing delicately down, then back up to meet her, “….it kills me, that you should have to hear such things.”

He stroked his fingers along her face, with perfect care.

“You are incredibly, irresistibly likable… and I find my affection, perfectly ordinary.”

Feelings for him, welled in her chest, trapped inside its bony walls.

“..well, I have to say I don’t,” she whispered back, when she could.

“…give me the time, sweet girl. I will make you, see how commonplace my feelings truly are.” And he dipped, and gently pressed his velvety soft lips, to her brow.

“…Luke…” she faintly protested. She didn’t wish, to see that kiss, or his sentiments, as commonplace.

But in the end she couldn’t say more. She wanted him, to spend all the time in the world. Would give practically anything for it. How funny, to know such extremity.

“…Luke, thank you,” was all that she could manage.

His thumb tracked softly across her skin. “..thanks for telling me..” Every bit of him, was welcome.

She nodded, in acknowledgment, gripping his waist tightly to pull herself snugly in against him. “I haven’t really…g-gotten, to..before..,” she euphemised.

“..does it feel any lighter, getting it out? ..Is the air gross, now…”

“n-no.. um, It does feel better, actually. Somehow. E-even just the saying it..was nice. ..That’s funny.”

“..well it’s nice to confide, princess,” he said with a kind smile, “I’m not so surprised.” ..In a moment his smile gently faded, and he leaned his forehead against hers, and murmured, “…what else, did she say, little darling?”

She blushed, to be telling him this. “..S-she said, that I make poor conversation.” A snort sounded lightly and he muttered under his breath, “..repulsive woman…I vouch you’re much the superior conversationalist..” She couldn’t help a little smile, feeling grateful, blessed there with him… before she finally had to finish telling him embarrassedly, “…a-and that, I have to ask..s-squirrels for advice, on..”

Her voice became faint, “on, m-men..”

He was silent, for a time, as she hesitantly bit her lip. It was uncomfortable, to confess… because of course, it was true. Whatever else could be said of her, Olandria did not frequently miss her mark.

“…could they answer, that would be very cute,” he at last replied, in a gentle whisper, “..and I’m sure they’d have the better advice.” And though it was actually not surprising, she found herself struck yet again, at his kindness. He never failed, to treat her vulnerabilities with care. ..His lips had parted, as though there were more he would say, but nothing came out. Something soft, and almost sad, was in his face.

He at last found words to express it. “…I hate, when I have something pointed out to me, by her cruelty. This is the second time now, and it’s at least thrice too many. …..Would you like advice, on me, Ciri?” His jaw worked, lightly, as his eyes flicked across her face. “…because, I could set something up,” he mouthed, finally.

The offer startled a single, surprised and insecure laugh up out of her throat. “—W-What?” ..She blinked and composed herself to ask more completely, “W-what.. do you mean?”

He blushed. “..You might wish, to have someone to speak to about me, other than… me. It would make perfect sense. ..You could speak to Leia. Or Han… Both. That would be best. And R2, if I get a translator. 3PO would be good. ..He’s very accommodating, scrupulously polite, you would find him easy, to talk to. You could ask anything you wish. They’re all the ones who know me best. Anything you.. Anything you’d wish to know, but would maybe be reluctant, to ask me. Anything at all. They’d love to speak with you. I will put them at your disposal.”

She stared. All these people, from his life… just what was he suggesting? She hesitantly licked her lips, “…you… y-you’ll.. you will? What?”

“…Leia wants very much to meet you, anyway,” he expanded quietly, “and there’s no need to be nervous… She’s very kind, and I’ve only said good things.”

It brought her up short, all anew. He’d…? “…y-you mean you’ve… T-talked to her, about me?”

His eyes met hers in surprise. “Of course, I have,” he mouthed, almost silent, “You’re… You’re the girl, I’m…” He trailed off and looked down, helplessly, and she was sorry, to have put him in such a way. When he finished, his voice was fragile, delicate like a glass. “You’re who I wish, for.. my partner. Of course, I told my sister. …it’s… it’s kind of a big deal, for me.. E-even just to want, someone.”

She wished to ask more — ask after just what he’d said, ask after… Everything…. —But, his face. His voice. She couldn’t.

…Instead, she reached out to him, and lightly ran her finger along his gently sloping cheek… so that his eyes rose back up to hers. “Thank you, Luke. I appreciate your offer, very much… though I wouldn’t know what to ask, or what to say. I’ll have to think on it. I’m… I’m beyond flattered, and so very happy, that you spoke to your sister, a-about me.”

It won her a gentle, gratified little smile.

And he nodded, in acknowledgement. “..Yes, please think about it. And let me know. …I’ll ask again, later, in case..it’s hard. …Maybe… It might be easier, to start with the droids? Since you already know R2. And 3PO is a protocol droid, he won’t… He wouldn’t fail, to be meticulously helpful — though he’s a little out of touch I’ll admit — and he will definitely like you, very much. You’re just his sort. Sweet, and..” He smiled, warmly, looking at her.. Then cupped her cheek, and kissed her nose. “..Sweet, and kind, and polite, to all. He will love you. I…. I would love, for you to speak to him.”

She wondered, at his manner. It seemed to mean so much to him. “I won’t fail to, then.”

He nodded. “Thank you, Ciri… That makes me very happy. ..Are you alright?”

She nodded, readily. “..Are you?” —For it had seemed, for a moment there, that it was he, who needed comfort.

But he nodded, in turn, lightly stroking along her skin, with a smile. “Yes, princess. I am,” he quietly assured. “..Though I’m…” The ghost of a laugh escaped him, weakly, “—I’m so resentful…of her speaking to you.. of anything, she might try, to touch.. us.”

“…Luke..” she whispered, raising her hand to close over his, “..I’ve been ignoring her for years.. Thank you for coming to get me. And for comforting me. It’s beyond wonderful, to have someone do. ..But please don’t be concerned, about that…That’s not something she can do.”

He hesitated, then nodded. “…I know,” he acknowledged, with a blush, “I still don’t like her to try. Thank you, for reassuring me.” He glanced down, briefly. “…Are you truly OK? she was… Very cruel.”

And upon a moment’s inventory, since he was so persistent, she nodded, with a smile. “Yes, Luke, I am, now. I promise. Thank you for it. ..N-normally, I…” she trailed off.. then lamely finished, “…well.”

He waited, but she didn’t elaborate, so he carefully tongued his teeth and guessed, “…normally you wouldn’t wait by a balustrade right by the halls, where she might come find you. Normally, you’d be in the woods. Avoiding her. And everyone.” ..She nodded, somehow lightly sheepish. He paused, before quietly continuing his thought. “….Normally, if she caught you, you’d have to comfort yourself.”

The words made her gulp, and look down. It was true. …It was somewhat painful. His brow creased, in empathy, and ducked lightly into her, as his fingers slid between hers and squeezed. He tightened his arm about her back. “…Ciri, I am so, very sorry, my princess,” he murmured, “It’s my sincerest wish that your life may never be this kind of ‘normal’, again.”

She glanced up to him, wonderingly.. saw his lightly parted lips, silken-soft, near as breath. Then down to their clasped hands. He was the one element in her life, that separated all normality from everything strange, and lovely, and new. So….Never?

His sister wanted to meet her.

“..L-Luke, you…”

But she wasn’t sure, how to put what she felt.

She rubbed her forehead against him, and at last said quietly, “..You’re the sweetest thing I know. Thank you for coming to get me… I really do mean it.”

He kissed her cheek, and replied steadily, “…I will always, come get you, precious. ..So please don’t mention it.”

She blushed, even as her innards grew warm, in the light of what he’d said. Words from a pure fantasy. Something she actually might have dreamt of, once… when she was comforting herself, alone.

Was it any wonder, she found him hard to fathom?

“I’ll.. I’ll try,” she promised conservatively, fighting off the urge to thank him again right then, just for existing.

“Perfect,” he assured, “…and I’ll try to stop asking if you’re ok.” His lips twerked into a sheepish little grin. “—somehow I kinda wanna do it again, even though you’ve told me multiple times.”

She smiled, with a little laugh in spite of herself. “Your concern is so cute, Luke,” she observed… then sighed, and dropped her brow into his cheek. “I completely adore you.”

It made his face split open into a broad, delighted smile, cheeks crinkling, as the breath audibly soughed out of him, and he blushed, floridly. “..I am so thrilled, by your endearments,” he remarked with soft embarrassment, “..thank you, for saying so, Ciri. —You know that I adore you, too.”

His reaction very nearly filled her with guilt, not to say such things more frequently…not to have been saying them, the whole time, with most of her breaths.

But of course, he was so radiant, that it had been hard… Hard, for a small person, shelled over in mediocrity, such as herself.. to put her feelings at risk, by exposing them to the light of his observation.

“if…I’m brave…I-I’ll t-tell you, more often,” she offered.

But he only smiled, and shook his head, softly laughing, “no… Tell me the amount that comes naturally, Ciri. It’s enough. —It’s perfect. You’re perfect, to me, as you are.. And it’s the fact that my shy, quiet little girl, just couldn’t help but tell me she adores me, that thrills me so. …I missed you, precious. I’m so happy, to see you again.” And he dipped down, and kissed her… Soft, and careful, but firm.

His fingers wended into her hair, as the kiss deepened, and he suckled her lip into his mouth, with light insistence…giving her the greeting, he had missed; and she returned it, in kind. ..She had become privileged past privileged, to receive such affection, so freely, from him.

“little baby…” he sighed, as they parted, and the heat flared across her body.

“t-the way you call me that, i-is so different from her..” she breathed, looking up at him with big eyes.

“—Baby?”

She shook her head no, with a smile and an accidental laugh.

“..She called you little?” he said, quietly offended.

Silently, she nodded.

“She doesn’t get to call you that…” he declared.

“she c-calls me much worse..” she said, lightly amused.

His expression was briefly pained. “..yeah, but that one’s mine,” he eventually returned, “I want it, to call you by, for myself…and only for myself… So she can’t have it. She can butt out.”

It made her feel treasured. So that she smiled, as she said, “..well you’ll have to tell her so. Little purpose in it — you’ll only encourage her.”

…He nodded, somberly. “..An outrage,” he observed.

She commiserated, “The idea, that Master Skywalker should be forced to accept outrages..”

“—I can accept anything you have,” he insisted immediately, in solidarity. “…I will meditate on it, though.”

She smirked. “Is that how you handle your anger?” she lightly teased.

“It’s how I handle my anger,” he agreed.

And suddenly, she hugged him very close. “..Don’t be angry on my behalf, Luke. You make me very happy.”

He squeezed her tight, in turn. “I’m angry on my behalf, princess,” he wryly observed. “—But please don’t be troubled.. it’s not very Jedi-like, to feel this way, and I intend to keep myself, well in hand. …And I am so excited, to begin my evening with you, my beautiful girl..” he trailed, as he found her neck beneath her ear and gently kissed it. He let his nose nudge her..then kissed her again, openly, with his tongue. She felt his teeth lightly scrape her skin. “..so what is it, your sweet heart desires to do with me, pretty one?” he husked.

Her exhale was a little rough. “…C-come..come snuggle with me, Luke? ..I-it’s been a long day. I want you.. someplace private.”

He smiled beatifically, as he lifted her face up for him to kiss her mouth. “..Lead me, lovely.. I’d love to.”

So she obliged… reluctant as always as she slipped from his grasp. She slipped her hand into his as though it were second nature and pulled him away, toward the light, and he came, easily.

“…Why’d you call me that?” she asked as they ambled. “‘Highness’… You really don’t need to, you know.. i-it’s just Olandria..”

He answered with firm assurance, “—In front of her? I mean to set the example of being respectful.”

She flushed. “…O-oh..”

“…Thanks for kissing me back there, by the way, Ciri,” he took opportunity to add, softly.

“O-oh!” she blushed further. “Um.. Well of course! It’s.. I wanted to. I-I mean, I was sorta frustrated… n-not to..”

He smiled, toothily, “..Me too… well, kinda wanted to take you in my arms and just kiss you till you didn’t remember what was going on, actually. Fix it that way. —But, I didn’t wanna.. overstep, or.. embarrass you — Shy girl. …So it made me feel extra happy, when you went ahead.”

His description made her blush. “—Th-th-that’s good!” she stammered out. Then belatedly added, “…Um.. A-and, um, I’m sorry..”

He lightly snuffed, “—What? Why?”

It had not occurred to her, to reflect that he might not wish to be kissed before Olandria’s eyes, before she’d impulsively done just that. “I… um, well I didn’t really think a-about, h-how you might feel, Luke, um, b-before..”

“—Ciri,” he laughed, “I’m no longer even half so shy, as you. You don’t need to worry, about embarrassing me. Not ever. —You made me feel proud. If anything.”

She was silent a moment, turning it over in her head. “..Oh.. O-Ok. —Proud?”

“Incontestably.”

…Coming to a conclusion she blushed and seized his hand, extra tight. “..In that case, I… well, I guess I kinda like, for her to know… th-that you like me, Luke..”

He turned soft eyes upon her. “—Well I like it too,” he murmured, quietly pregnant.

“Ciri.” he said.

Something in his tone stopped her steps, and she looked up — smoothly, he leaned in to take a kiss…bringing his hand up to brace her jaw, as his lips embraced hers.

She gave him a silly, pleased grin, after.

He returned her a sparkly little smile, letting himself gently thumb her bottom lip before he let go, the pretty lines flanking his mouth gently graving. “..Since you like it, princess… Would you come to a party, with me?” he asked hopefully.

“—H-huh?” she stumbled, with a laugh.

Eyes gleaming, he said, “I wasn’t sure how to ask.. But, Ciri, I’m asking you to be my date. To Sonenfest.”

She hesitated in surprise.

“…Your dad expects me to go,” he explained, at her hesitance, “—and I don’t know what to say to get out of it and spend my evening with you, but I don’t wanna be there without you.. —And I’d wait for you there and hope that you’d turn up like you did last time I had to go to a party, but….” his lopsided smile relaxed, into a meaningful expression, as he finished, “..but, I find I prefer to arrive with you, from the beginning, as your escort. —Or, with you as mine - whichever. Both. ….so.. Accompany me?”

She blushed, and cast her gaze shyly down between them, holding his hand very tightly and fighting down the sense of unreality perfusing the situation, as an image of her sweeping into a crowded hall on his arm entered her mind. “People will think it’s so weird…” she murmured, thinking of Olandria and a dozen lesser faces.

He raised her hand, between them, and placed his free palm gently over it. “Of course I will go alone..and just hope.. if you feel too nervous, princess. —of course. —And even if you said yes, you can always just back out — Seriously, there’s no pressure. …But I don’t care what they will think. I will think, I’m the luckiest man in the room.”

She looked up, into his soft, warm eyes. He was so improbable… He brought her knuckles to his plush lips and kissed them, softly, and whispered, “…and well, to be honest… whatever else they may think, I wish them to think.. I wish them to see, me.. captivated by you.” She gulped, hard, at his choice of phrasing.

Color had filled his cheeks, and now made its way up his forehead and out to the very tips of his ears, reddening them adorably. “..It’s… a rather silly little fantasy, of mine, I suppose,” he softly continued his confession, “…Something about… something about the way they all admire me, even here.. just for being. —While you, they’ve so ignored… I want them to see me, doing the opposite. …I want them to see me enthralled.”

A startled laugh caught in her throat. ..His admission was very forward. Thinking about it, made her surfaces grow plump, with blood.

She was nothing to admire. All of them knew it. Only he, was confused on that point.. and she was loathe to correct him.

..Composing herself, she lightly snuffed, “W-want some of your stardom, to rub off on me?”

His cheeks blazed. “Something like that.. Yes,” he confirmed softly, “…Do you find my fancy… crass?”

“No, L-Luke.. Of course not. Nothing about you is crass. I— I’m very flattered, for you to feel that way, about me. …A-and of course, I’ll come.”

He gave her a shy, hopeful little smile, and asked cautiously, “..yeah?”

She nodded, and firmed up to confirm, “Y-yeah.”

Suddenly he beamed, from ear to ear, brightly sparking even through the shade. “Thank you, Ciri!!” he said fervidly, “I promise I will do everything.. to make sure you don’t regret this.” He blushed, as he admitted, “..I know.. That it’s not exactly your cup of caf.”

“..Y-you’re my cup of caf,” she replied softly.

“..That’s right, I am,” he gently grinned, meaning that differently. He rubbed his face against her palm and kissed it, and kissed her — several times for good measure, then resumed walking with a pleased grin, and a lilt in his step.

He did things so frequently, that made her wonder, in more ways than one.

[lesbianjackies]

☄️luke skywalker masterlist☄️

key: ❤︎︎ - fluff, ☁︎︎ - angst, ★ - smut

coming soon!

[lukefics]

i’ve officially started writing my first luke x reader one shot/request! watch this space 👀

[aureliagone]

just dropped the next chapter for my Luke & Vader text fic! Everyone loves it. Also it’s longer than usual, so it might take longer to read than forty seconds wow

[djarinsbeskar]

Out of curiosity, for the Kai/Luke Arc of Stitches, would people prefer third person or a male reader (Kai POV)?

It just struck me that I hadn't decided on a narrative style yet.

[lex-the-flex]

Being Intimate with Luke

Luke Skywalker x reader

Warning(s): 18+ – PURE SMUT BELOW THE CUT, mentions of loosing virginity, descriptions of sex, MEGA FLUFF, (please bear with me, I’ve been craving writing some smut and I haven’t done it in a bit).

A/N: This idea came from @rubixcuby because let’s be real, Luke smut is a blessing.

The echoing sound of your whimpers radiate through the small hut that lingers deep in the desert. Teasing your folds with his tip, Luke swallows your moans with a deep kiss. Passionately locking his lips with yours, you squirm underneath Luke as he takes your hand in his.

“Luke, please. I want you…” You announce, practically begging for his touch.

“Are you sure you want this, Y/N? I don’t want to hurt you.” Luke replies, pausing everything.

Nodding, you take Luke’s chin in your free hand, he briefly leans into your touch. Kissing your palm, Luke trails down your arm, guiding his lips across every inch of your skin. Closing your legs around Luke’s waist, his tongue twirls around your breast, causing you to gasp in surprise.

Pressing his tip against your throbbing clit, the two of you lovingly gaze at one another just as Luke pushes his manhood past your exposed entrance. Moaning in the empty home together, your lungs become clogged with ecstasy as Luke thrusts his hips forward, longing to be inside you.

Burying his face in the crook of your neck, a sonnet of sounds escape from your lips, enjoying this newfound feeling. Closing the space between the two of you, Luke grips your hand just a little tighter, embracing the wave of euphoria passing over his body.

Welcoming his warmth, your walls slowly close around Luke’s manhood, letting him know that you were near your end. Letting go of your neck, Luke balances himself upward, wanting to watch you come undone beneath him. Stirring up his pace, your tight walls fully close around Luke, allowing a growl to escape from his chest.

Suddenly gripping Luke’s bicep, you lean further into his gentle touch, and you nod at your nearing release.

“Luke, I can’t—“ You begin, but the words get caught in your throat.

“I know. I’m here, Y/N.” He advises.

Curling your toes, a moan escapes from your lips and you arch your back forward, finishing at your own pace. Caressing your cheek with his thumb, Luke prolongs your desire by coming undone after you.

Gasping for air, a smile erupts from the corners of your mouth, and the soothing sounds of your laughter follows suit. Leaning his forehead on your own, a rare full smile rises from Luke’s lips, and your shared laughter fills the quiet hit that he is now proud to call home.

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[skywlker-sluvtt]

𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝑻𝒘𝒐

𝒍𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓 + 𝒑𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈

kinktober masterlist

luke x fem!reader warnings: pegging, sub!luke, mommy kink, degrading, use of the nickname "puppy" word count: 812

“Are you sure it’ll feel good?” Luke asked. “It’ll feel just like my fingers do, even better” You reassured him. Tilting his chin you admired his shiny eyes. He couldn’t get over how beautiful you looked wearing the strap. The harness tight around your hips fitting every curve perfectly. The big pink cock looked intimidatingly attractive. “You’ve gotta get me ready baby” You teased taking the silicone in your hand. He bit his lip gently admiring the way you stroked it. “Mommy” He whined. “You can do it baby, open wide” You encouraged carding your fingers through his soft mop of hair. Luke grabbed the base of the strap delicately before his mouth met the tip. “Good boy” You grinned. Mimicking your usual movements he worked his tongue around it as if it was a real cock.

He looked so gorgeous gagging on your silicone dick. Saliva dripped down his mouth and tears welled in his eyes. “Nice and deep darling, all the way down” You whispered as he worked the object further and further down his throat. Luke hummed around it working it as best he could. “You look so pretty sucking my strap” You smirk tugging on his hair. With one more firm suck he pulled back with a pop. Your dildo soaked in his spit. He let out a needy whimper. “Please, mommy I need it” Luke whispered.

You could see how painfully hard he was. His tip a throbbing red as cum dribbled down his base. “Look how needy” You mumbled pushing him against the bed. “I want you to relax okay? Let mommy do everything” His breathing was laboured, clearly nervous as you wrapped your hand around his base pumping him slowly while adding lube to your cock. Luke let out desperate whines just from the teasing. “Please, m’ready” He groans. “Relax alright?” You remind him, maneuvering his body to be in between his thighs.

Running your fingers up and down his inner thighs had him squirming with anticipation for you. The long pink object looked delicious, the ribbed edges would feel amazing inside him. Luke wet his lips watching you press the tip against his ass. You continued to jerk him off hoping to ease any discomfort the new stretch caused. As you pushed in, Luke let out a high-pitched whine. The stretch was much different compared to your fingers. The burn gave him an orgasmic kind of sensation. “You’re doing so well Lukey” You mumbled watching his face contort with pleasure.

As you pulled out and thrust back in he let out a strangled moan of pleasure. The feeling of the cock inside of him felt incredible. “Feel so full” He moaned. “Feels good doesn’t it?” “Yes m-mommy” He whimpered. Your thrusts were slow letting him get used the the intense sensation against his prostate. The silicone rubbing against him was overwhelmingly good. He withered beneath you clawing at the pillow above him. “Aww you sound so pathetic with my cock inside you” You grinned. “Mommy faster please faster!” He begged.

You pulled all the way out of him admiring his pretty little hole before pounding back into him. Thrusts unforgiving as he trembled beneath you. He looked so good like this, tears pouring down his cheeks from the stimulation and drooling down his chin. “Such a dumb puppy for me aren’t you? Drooling everywhere for my cock” You smirked wiping the spit from his face and using it on his cock. “Y-Yes, just a dumb p-puppy for mommy” He repeated watching your tits swing with each thrust. You looked like a goddess above him, pounding his tight ass.

Luke felt so submissive beneath you, more so than usual. The feeling flooded every nerve in his body setting them all on fire. Every time you touched him he jolted with pleasure. Beads of precum dripped down his cock constantly like he was on the edge of an orgasm. The heat in his stomach grew and he let out a long whine. “I’ve barely even touched your cock and you’re already gonna cum? How pathetic” You teased. His blue eyes became dark with desire and he couldn’t hold back lifting his hips to hump the air hopelessly.

“Cum for me my love, let me have it” You smirked admiring his helpless and horny state. “Fuck mommy!” He choked out as ropes of cum spilled from his cock. You smiled wide as it coated his chest and stomach. “Good boy, let it all out” You smiled slowly your strokes careful not to overstimulate him too much. As you slow down he goes limp with a dopey smile on his face. “That was exhilarating” He whispered. “Exhilarating? That’s a big word for someone who got his brains fucked out” Luke hummed incoherently at the comment before you whispered in his ear. “Now I want you to ride me”

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[allskywalkerswhine]

in fics where luke gets plopped into the prequels i want every jedi within ten metres of him to think hes the weirdest jedi theyve ever seen. he has negative lightsaber form. he doesnt know what a kata is. he handstands when he meditates. his solution to sith is to try and have a chat. hes a political radical who keeps suggesting revolution. you ask him what the jedi code is and he says "kindness and compassion and helping those in need :) ". you ask how he used the force like that and he says some shit about how you are a luminous being limited only by your mind. the councils authority is just a suggestion. he is somehow the new favourite of both qui gon and yoda

[wileycap]

AITA for striking my (M43) son (M20) when he rejected me as his father?

I understand that the title might have you thinking the worst, but please hear me out.

I didn't have a relationship with my son for basically all his life. This was due to my circumstances at the time: I went through a major personal tragedy and was severely injured, to the point of being on life support. To this day I have a lot of issues with my health.

I recently reconnected with my son. I immediately invited him to meet my boss (M92), in hopes that I could set him up with a job opportunity. I feel that this is significant. As far as I know, my son has been working in menial jobs in agriculture, but then apparently chose to leave that life and - to my shock - join a criminal syndicate.

I felt as if getting a good government job would be a way to turn over a new leaf in his life, especially given his past. However, he immediately became combative. I attempted to give him some guidance in managing his emotions, but he rejected that as well.

I'm sad to say that the argument became physical. Some blows were exchanged, but in the end, I was angry enough to strike him. I immediately felt very bad, and decided to offer him the government job on the spot. He rejected me again, and chose to leave very abruptly. I haven't had any contact with him since.

So, AITA?

Edit: Yes, I admit that to call it striking him was an understatement. To clarify, I cut off his hand.

Edit: However, I feel like it should be stated that I myself am a quadruple amputee and we have excellent healthcare.

Edit: I did not immediately identify myself as his father when we met. I think this was my mistake. I think he would have been much more receptive of my message had I done so. As it stands I only told him of our relationship after I had struck him.

Edit: My wife is not in the picture. To my knowledge she passed before his birth.

[dracowars]

luke figuring out reader's father is obi-wan. like, it would be so awkward talking to obi-wan's force ghost now, "how am i suppose to tell him you're my partner?" 😭😭

general kenobi | luke skywalker

pairing: luke x kenobi!reader

word count: 1,1k

summary: where luke finds out who y/n's father is

a/n: how my mind works: if obi-wan is y/n's father, then satine has to be her mother lmao (it's not mentioned!) there is just no other way for me

warnings: none

universe: star wars

"W-What did you just say?", Luke stutters, halting in his steps, his eyes growing wide while he looks at you as if you just turned into a rancor right before his eyes. Since he stopped you in the middle of your rant with this kind of expression on his face, you frown, not quite sure what he wants you to repeat since you just kept talking and talking.

"Uhm, I just said that we are going to carry out this mission without any problems..?", you say, but it sounds more like a question since you are feeling really unsure as his facial expression does not change. Judging by his big eyes and open mouth, this was apparently not the answer he was hoping for and even though you are confused, you can't help but find him especially cute right now.

Usually, Luke has a strict plan, always following every order, but right now it seems like there is no logical explanation for whatever is going on in his mind and you genuinely can't wait to know what caused this sudden change in his demeanour.

"N-No, no. I mean about your.. your father?", Luke tries again, but this time he actually seems like his mind has stopped spinning and he came back to the here and now, looking at you like you are the one acting weirdly. Which you definitely aren't, but you can't suppress a small giggle as he appears to hang on your every word in this moment. Now that he mentioned your father, you at least know what caught him off guard and you can hopefully help him.

"Oh, about that. Well, I basically only said that I will guide you the same way my father used to guide yours in the Clone Wars", you shrug nonchalantly, still not getting why this simple fact got him all messed up.

"And your father is...?"

"Obi-Wan Kenobi?", you finish his sentence, giving him the answer he has been waiting for. Suddenly, Luke's eyes grow even bigger - if that is even humanly possible - and now you are not sure if you may have actually turned into a rancor right in front of him. But no, you are still very much human and Luke is still very much acting weird.

"Luke? Are you alright? Do I need to call a medic?", you ask, actually concerned now that he hasn't answered you for at least two minutes. He is just standing in front of you, frowning as he seems to be connecting things in his head. The more you look at him, the more it dawns on you what your words might have to do with all of this.

"Wait, you didn't know?", you question, a more or less humourless chuckle leaving your lips as you can't believe that he actually did not know this very important fact about you. About you and who your father is.

"You only told me about your mother, really. And you never dropped any names! I knew your father was a Jedi but not that he was the Obi-Wan Kenobi!", Luke whisper-yells at you now, finally regaining his voice, looking like his whole view of the galaxy was shattered with this one single statement.

The way he runs his hand through his hair, ruffling through it, and how he bites down on his lower lip, finally breaks you and you erupt into a fit of laughter. He looks so cute, all flabbergasted and confused, that you just can't help yourself but to laugh at the weirdness of this situation. You would really like to say that you did talk about your very prominent father, but right now, you can't think of one moment where you actually dropped his name. And this makes you laugh even more and, slowly but surely, Luke starts to laugh too.

"May I introduce myself?", you manage to bring out after your laughter died down, hands on your hips as you try to catch your breath, feeling exhausted by all the laughing. "I'm Y/N Kenobi. At your service, General Skywalker."

Holding out your hand, you wait for him to place a gentle kiss on the back of it as part of your introduction, but Luke only shakes his head in amusement, still too caught up in his thoughts.

"You can't be serious, Y/N!", he almost reproaches you, running his hands over his face while sighing. Then, he takes a step closer, grabbing your hand and placing it against his chest as he leans in.

"How am I supposed to tell him that you are my partner? That we are a thing?", Luke whispers, but he is doing it so quietly as if he expects your father to listen in on every word, putting strong emphasis on his last words.

"I mean, that is not really my problem, is it?", you tease him, taking his proximity to you as a chance to place a soft kiss on his cheek, which riles him up even more. Caressing his cheek with one hand, you fix his disheveled hair with the other and smile your brightest smile at him while he apparently sees his life passing by.

"You are evil, you know that right?", Luke whines, pouting while you are enjoying this more than you probably should. But deep inside, you got a feeling that your father already knows about the two of you. You certainly did not talk to him about it, however, he has always been good at observing and you feel like this ability got even better since he became one with the Force.

"Just.. don't act like you did right now and you will be fine", you giggle, pinching his cheek before leaving a quick kiss on his lips. You catch his eye, wanting him to say something, anything, but all you see is utter fear. Only when you notice that he is looking at something behind you, you follow his stare and see your father, in all his Force ghost glory, making his way over to the both of you.

"Oh, is that Leia over there? I really need to talk to her about the mission", you lie with a bright smile on your lips and you squeeze Luke's hand to give him strength and support.

Completely frozen, he stands in front of you, but he somehow manages to take a deep breath after a few seconds to mentally prepare himself for what is about to come. The strongest Jedi you know nearly gets defeated by a simple conversation with your father, his master.

"I will leave you two alone then", you say your goodbye, waving to your father who is coming closer as you two talk, and make your way to actually find Leia. Turning around one last time, you give your boyfriend a thumbs up which he only replies to with a small smile.

Luke Skywalker is a great fighter, a Jedi who always finds a way out, who always has a plan, who can face the strongest opponent, but the one person he can't face right now is your father. And when he does, as your boyfriend, it is not as bad as expected.

[coffeeorsomething-irl]

Ch 8 of my Luke Skywalker x OC fic. First chapter and a brief explanation of wtf is this, here

Next chapter, here

Masterlist, here

It’s been a long time coming. Maybe the next one comes faster since I spent weeks being completely lost on this one...or, maybe not :/

Something possibly has changed with Tumblr’s editor since last I posted an update, for some of the spacing I wanted on this, I simply could not achieve. Hopefully this has not overly jarred my flow.

Credit to @saradika​ for creating the lightsaber dividers - thank you!

tagging @dailydragon08, @a-midwinter-night-dream-86

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Afterbirth

When she opened her eyes, she was in her bed, and light, was streaming in through the curtains of her great windows. Comfort, suffused her form.

..Then as she blinked, and came more aware… She realized his absence, and abruptly ached.

He'd been holding her….   he'd exposed something, he had gently uncovered something painful and oozing in her, and then he'd held her, and spoken to her, in a way that had slowly sopped it up. -Something about that, was so special, like it was a form of magic. Special like his Force.

-She'd kissed him! He'd kissed her.. Finally. Thoroughly. It had been, the most enjoyable thing, she had ever experienced. And then he'd spoken to her, and held her like that, and she'd drifted off, into the universe's most comfortable glow.

And now he was gone.

She blinked in confusion at the ache, and shifted. The movement made her realize that she was still wearing her leathers. Only her feet, were unclad.

She sat up, and looked around. Her things were as she'd left them… her notebook, there upon her writing desk in the corner; the clothing, strewn over the chair and the doors of her leaf-carved wardrobe. The light was magnified by its passage through the weighted glass upon her desk, and shone in a bright circle cast over the papers there.

There was a note, and a strange object, on the table beside her bed. The object was roughly oblong, of silver and black; small enough to fit easily in her hand when she palmed it. The note was on her paper - and doubtless of her ink. She picked it up.

It read,

Ciri, Thank you, for spending your evening with me. ..I hesitate to write down, just what it meant to me. I'll have to tell you in person. As ever, I crave your companionship above all else. I hope the good outweighed the sad, from your perspective. …You fell asleep, and I didn't want to wake you. So I brought you back, and did my best to tuck you in; I hope you don't mind, and that you sleep alright. I'll find you, soon as I can.

I left you a comlink. It'll keep us connected. I'll show you how to use it, soon. Maybe tonight?

..I miss you. -Luke

She looked to the item nestled in her hand… the comlink. It was a bit different, to the one she'd seen him use before. And she thought back again, to what had happened, the night before.

She blushed, there alone in her bed, and raised her fingers to her mouth.. as though there might still be some evidence, lingering. But his saliva had long dried.

..And he'd told her…

He'd told her she wouldn't lose him, in outer space.

She looked again at the comlink.. hefted it, closed her hand around it… Laid herself back down in bed, and curled herself up around its promise.

..It was oddly hard to think he'd not go, now that she had reason to… though she'd so quietly longed for him not to, when she'd must needs believed that he would.

When she rose, she gathered a few things in her pack and went out to the woods, and spent the rest of the morning picking flowers for him.

As she passed under the darkened trees, she thought of him…reliving memories of him, again, in a whole new light, turning him over like a favored stone within her mind - And with each turn, he seemed all the more precious to her. She wanted to hold him, or speak to him, in just the right way, to express that.. but feared she wasn't large enough, or gifted in tongue, enough. Now and again, she’d seen a hopeful man present a lady of the court with flowers… she sought to mimic that gesture, though she didn’t know where their flowers typically came from.

..The palace grounds boasted many big, showy beds, carefully maintained and exotically sourced, of great beauty.

But it didn't seem right, to present him those cultivated blooms…  Instead, she picked the little wildflowers, from the sunny clearings and inbetwixt the smaller trees. They were beautiful too; you just had to look a little closer to see it, since they were so small. The delicate pale blue points of the western meadowstar, the tiny complexity of the red pixie twizzler; and the little purple rory, whose mouth was dotted all about with yellow anther - all that, she found in just the first clearing she visited. In the next she found more.. And by the creek she found the stands of clover were flowering, and she carefully, carefully dug one out and urged the earth from its roots, and introduced it gently to her waterskin, which she had filled and was using as a sort of vase.

She thought of him as she worked, without even a trace of anxiety, for like to the first time… his smile, and his voice, and the gentleness of his hands' touch. His warmth, against her. And his words, and his taste. She looked forward to seeing him again… And that did give her a whole pit of nervous little butterflies, at last, and she really didn't know what she'd do or say.

After all, she'd kissed him last night. What did one do, after something like that?

She'd always kind of assumed she would die without doing such a thing. So thinking past it, was proving a little bit impossible.

…Well, hopefully it just didn't matter, is what she had to conclude. After all, she'd been nervous with him before, and in the end it hadn't mattered. So. ..She just hoped he'd like it. -The flowers, that is.

And she moved on, from spot to spot, through shade into sun, her selection slowly burgeoning. And when her arrangement was finished, she wandered.

Her steps led her to the gazebo…she hopped up on the railing with the flowers beside her, and settled in to wait.

The water gently lapped, leaves fluttered in an occasional breeze, and time passed beyond mind, as the dappling of the greenery upon the river's surface slowly shifted. The tranquility was effacing, and she vanished inside of it.

She heard the thud and creak of his boots on the wood, first, and came alert, with sudden surprise. What would she say? -What should she-

"Hey Ciri!" he exclaimed cheerfully, taking the steps up two at a time and swiftly crossing to her. ..Her mind was still racing when he suddenly materialized against her back, making her gasp, and cutting her thoughts short. Without hesitation, his arms had wrapped around her ribcage and pulled her securely to his torso. His cheek rubbed against her hair. "-How are you today, beautiful!"

His good cheer was infectious, and despite herself, she all the sudden laughed. "I'm good, Luke!"

The uncertainty she’d felt rise, at the imminent prospect of meeting him again, was dissolving in the sunshine of his bright mood.

He kissed her temple. "That's wonderful to hear!"

"-But Luke, wait..!" she gasped, recalling the skein of flowers, she still held. "There's something I… I made something, for you."

"..oh, Ciri.." he soughed, with plaintive curiosity.

He released his hug with a kiss pressed to her hair and stepped back, giving her space. She missed him, instantly.

But she turned round on the railing, and hopped down, his flowers carefully clutched in her hand. Her concoction was pretty, despite its short stature, dotted all over with reds and purples and blues, accented with delicate fungi she’d found bursting from the bark of a fallen tree, and with the clover providing a backdrop and tumbling down over her hand, and almost a halo of tiny silvery pleandrons waving in the air around it, stems left long… His eyes fallen to it, she watched as his cheeks began to bloom, with a delicate pink, that soon spread up his ears and out to the tip of his nose…and deepened to red, as she began to speak.

She hadn’t counted, on him being affected, so.

"L-Luke Skywalker," she announced - and he gulped, adorably. Unwilling to lose her momentum, she held the waterskin up to him. "I'm so grateful for everything you've done for me! Thank you.. and I appreciate you, so much!"

For a moment he simply gazed upon her offering, flushing fantastically. His eyes were soft, and when he blinked, she saw in the light reflected off their surface that they’d gone wet. ..What had she done?

"..Ciri Sturmgirten…" he murmured gently, and he delicately collected his present from her proffering grasp, "-These are beautiful..! Thank you.."

He carefully raised the flowers to his nose, and inhaled their scent. The sight of his reddened, softly lined cheeks and satin lips spangled with the tiny petals nearly stopped her heart.

He raised his eyes, and they shone – Nothing she'd given him could match their crystal blue.

"..No one's ever given me flowers, before, princess,” he said smiling. And she’d never seen a smile quite like that - happy, almost embarrassedly so, yet almost just the tiniest bit sad. “I don't know what to say.. I love them!"

Things were strange, inside her chest, thanks to those flowers.

"-Will you watch a holo with me?" he blurted out… and his manner was such that she began nodding her agreement immediately, though she hadn’t understood his question at all.

She laughed, at them both. "W-what's a holo, Luke?"

The look on his face was positively victorious. "It's a story people watch! And if you watch one with me, I am gonna hold you so close the entire time..!"

His naked enthusiasm turned her stomach to mush, and any residual tension she might've harbored swiftly followed suit. She would love, to be held by him. “Yes, please!” she chirped, and if she’d thought he was smiling a lot before… she reevaluated that assessment. “-Thank you, Ciri! C'mon..!”

He reached for her hand, and she gave it to him readily.

As they walked, he spoke not a word of holos, but immediately began asking after the bouquet's components.. wishing to know each flower's name, and something that she knew of it. She obliged him, and it seemed to please him greatly.. And his pleasure, made her insides sing.

As they drew closer, they began passing the grand palatial flower beds. The contrast between the delicate wildflowers he held in his hand, and the fist-sized, brilliantly colored roses, and tulips, and so forth that they passed, was something to which he seemed utterly oblivious - so much so, that she herself forgot to feel sheepish.

And presently, they were strolling down the halls on the way to the pantries - for she meant to collect him a proper vase, before any else.

Chatting, making each other laugh, and each with eyes primarily for the other…they did not notice until late, that they were not alone.

Luke was the first to glance up. "Majesty!" he exclaimed. -Ciri's head shot up too, hearing that title.

Her dad was there, surveying them from just a few feet away. They'd all come to a halt.

Luke greeted him with a polite bow, to which he inclined his head. She never bowed to her father. He looked directly at her as he greeted them, "Master Skywalker. Daughter… I had report you two were getting along."

Her hand was still in Luke's. She didn't know why, her father’s presence made her want to tighten her grip, and press herself to Luke's side.

"–Y-you heard correctly. We're friends. H-hey, dad."

It wasn’t a lie. She didn’t know how to tell him, the full truth. She was hardly sure how to state it to herself, concisely. Precisely…

“I see,” he remarked, “It’s unlike you, to take an interest in someone.. Surpassing strange..”

"Well, I'm very grateful to be an exception, Majesty," Luke stepped in to reply, with an easy smile, "Your daughter means a great deal to me."

“As you say..” he acknowledged. The look on the king’s face was inscrutable..

"-Luke's been showing me the Force!" she blurted, into the ensuing silence.

"Oh..? How do you mean?" And she could tell that his curiosity was genuinely piqued - not an easy feat, with her father.

"He can sense where the animals are… a-and he showed me h-how to.. meditate." -She’d realized, in time to stop herself, that her father might find it concerning to know of Luke's ability to eavesdrop on other minds.  

"Well…you must enjoy that," her father allowed, referring to the animals she was sure. The interest in his tone waned quickly as it appeared that she was not, actually, learning how to use this strange ‘force’ magic.. just searching the woods for critters and sitting quietly.

"…I've been able to learn much, of the local flora and fauna, from her," Luke chimed in, "Ciri is quite educated on the topic."

She flushed. "..N-not formally," she stipulated.

“Self-educated,” Luke countered, glancing her way with a friendly smile, “All the more impressive. -Have you seen her work, Majesty?”

Her father had. He’d glanced it over, now and again. “Yes. Quality drawings,” he declared, “My daughter is a talented artist.”

“With respect, you may wish to look again someday, Majesty,” Luke suggested, “It is a compendium of the local wildlife, organized as a simple phylogeny.”

Her father laughed. “Truly? I didn't make much of it past a woodsy girl's sketch book,” he easily admitted.

"–I-It's just a hobby," she put in, embarrassed.

"Ciri, please..," Luke protested lightly with a squeeze of her hand, "don't undercut yourself. ..And after all, the origin of science is in rich men's hobbies.”

Her father inclined his head in acknowledgment of that. "Perhaps I had too quickly judged."

She swallowed, a little uncomfortably. Luke shot her an encouraging grin. "I have…t-tried to be accurate," she allowed.

"That, I had observed. …And what are you up to, now, daughter?" her father asked her.

“…g-g-Getting.. A vase,” she answered haltingly, feeling somehow exposed, and subconsciously nestling further into her companion’s side.

“..Did you pick those, Skywalker?” her dad asked, voice casual but, somehow, she felt, deceptively so.

“They’re a gift,” Luke corrected him happily, “from Ciri. Aren’t they beautiful?”

“..Hmm. I see. They have their charm.” He paused, seeming to consider his words. “…Do be kind to her, Skywalker,” he concluded, a light warning in his tone, and eyes fixed on Luke.

"-Luke's very kind!" she protested.

But Luke just replied, with an agreeable incline of his head, "Of course, Majesty. Your daughter's well-being is my top priority."

She looked up at Luke, a little confused. When he turned his eyes on her, they softened, and he smiled, tenderly. ..She hesitated, then returned it.

Her father nodded to himself, looking at them. "...Good, then. ..Well. Enjoy yourselves," he dismissed.

"Thank you, Majesty," Luke returned, with a short bow. She looked back to him, saying, "Bye, Dad," automatically.

"Evening, Ciri," he returned.

He did not commonly use her name.

..The king had already resumed walking. She glanced after him wonderingly, then turned back to Luke, who smiled at her sweetly, with full eyes… and then she grinned at him back, and knocked familiarly against him, and they were on their way again, too.

As they passed out of earshot, she asked him with uncertainty, "Luke..? What do you think that was about? ..He was acting… kinda weird."

He looked down at her with a smile. "Your dad's worried about you, princess, that's all."

She frowned. "..Worried? Why?" Surely her dad should merely be happy, to see her with someone.. With anyone, but especially with someone so respectable as ‘Master Skywalker’.

Luke seemed to be considering his response. "..He could tell how you feel about me, Ciri,” he said gently, at last, “..He was telling me not to play with your heart, when he told me to be kind.”

She felt herself flush. "O-oh…" she mouthed, a little weakly. Her heart wasn’t something she thought of, much.

..But, it was true, wasn’t it, and hadn’t she just brushed against the truth of it last night - that her heart had become rather inextricably involved, in their relationship. Is that why her father had been strange? Is that why she’d felt strange, in his presence?

She frowned again, with obstinance. "-How would he know, how I feel?" She barely saw her father anyway.

That made him laugh, lightly, and stop walking. He turned into her, leaving his flowers floating in the air beside them, and slipped his gloved hand gently onto her neck.. allowing his leathered thumb, to sedately stroke her jaw, as he gazed into her eyes, with his warmly brimming blues. The lopsided grin pulling at his lips was full of amused affection. She felt herself caught, suspended, within the sweetness of his attention… as though it were a veil, closing off the world.

Voice velvety soft, eyes earnest, he grazed, "..You were holding my hand, and pressing yourself up against my side, like I'm the one you're trusting to keep you safe…princess.."

Cheeks flaring and mouth slipping open, she gawked - unaware that particular impulse had been so legible, to others. She managed an edified, "-O-o-oh..!" that made his grin pull the wider.

"…I love your innocence, precious," he whispered, and leaned in till his lips softly pressed her forehead. Her heart fluttered.

“..Th-th-thanks..!” she tried, through her still-burgeoning embarrassment..flattered in spite of herself. And very happy, to be given that appellation by him, once again.

But as he drew back a little, letting his gloved hand fall, her disconcertment grew… It was agonizing, a bit, to have her feelings for him laid bare before a third party. Especially if that third party was her father, for some reason.

..He seemed to realize it, for he squeezed her hand, rubbed his forehead lightly against hers, and murmured, "It's Ok, Ciri.. you don't have to be embarrassed about this, princess. I thought it was adorable, and your father.. Well, even if he's worried, I know part of him is also just happy, to see you happy. …I know it makes you nervous, but I was glad for him to recognize it, because I hope it makes him think well of me."

…Of course, she wanted that too!

–And no matter the embarrassment, really, she supposed upon reflection. She made a small sound of acknowledgement, and gave him a nod, returning his hand's squeeze.

And in a moment she was able to proceed. “…s-so, it was…Good, then, you think?” she asked, of their just-past interaction.

He smiled at her, with such sweetness. “You know him better than I do, Ciri,” he reminded her gently, resuming their stroll. “-But, I think so.”

“-You do?” she asked hopefully, keeping pace by his side.

“Mm-hmm,” he mused optimistically, “…He said, ‘good, then’.  -That sounds good, to me.”

“..Yeah…”

“Do you disagree?” he asked curiously.

“N-no, I… I just, am a little out of my depth here, Luke. Y-you both.. were having almost a different conversation, from me.. at the end..”

He looked at her sympathetically. “Maybe a little..” he allowed, “..but, you still told him what he wanted to know..”

“—That you’re kind? He must already know that..”

He smiled. “There’s only so many opportunities to demonstrate that trait at a conference table.”

“..Well. So. Now he’s had it from t-the.. horse’s mouth. I guess you’re right, then. It’s good.”

He swiftly dipped back in to kiss her temple.

She took him to the pantries, and commandeered a vase - a little one, of crystal, with geometric patterns cut into its internal walls so that it nonetheless remained smooth to the touch. Then walked with him back to his rooms, where he transferred his bouquet, careful not to disrupt its arrangement or the roots. He placed the finished product proudly on the table beside his bed, with a smile, and her heart twinged, for it to be kept there, so close to him. He kissed her forehead, and thanked her for it sweetly once again.

Then he hunted up some equipment from his bags, and they left, for hers - for upon his query, she'd told him it was her preference.

And as they arrived, he slipped an arm about her waist, softly kissed her temple, and queried her further, asking lowly, “..Well, Ciri? Where do you wanna cuddle up?”

She blushed intensely, thinking of the spot she desired most, and almost chickened out… but mentally squared her shoulders, and wouldn't let herself do it. “Through here,” she said with a confidence she didn't fully feel, and led him back to her bedroom.

He followed. When she glanced back to him, he was blushing redly. She stood by her bed and pronounced, "H-here," gesturing to indicate it so that there could be no doubt.

Rosy cheeks notwithstanding, he couldn't contain the mischief in his smirk. "As my princess wishes," he murmured playfully, kissing her forehead - and promptly plopped down onto her duvet and began removing his boots.

That had been easy!

She followed suit, and set to building them a pillow mound, to lay against. -Next thing she knew, he was using it.

And soon, she was nestled between his legs, his broad chest warm at her back and his strong arms pulling her in securely against it. "Comfy?" he checked, and she nodded happily, an affirmative thrum sounding in her throat. "Mm-hmm!"

He chuckled, and gave her ear a familiar kiss. “Me, too. Super comfy.” Her heart squeezed, for him to be there, in a space that was so hers, and she was so glad that she’d been brave.

One of the objects he’d brought and left on the duvet, lifted into the air of its own accord. "Put out your hands," he suggested softly. She did as he asked, and he let the item come to rest within her grasp. It was nondescript in its exoticism - a mess of minor surface features she did not comprehend.

"It's a projector," he murmured, "-This is the front." The projector gently urged itself round into the correct orientation within her hands, making her smile. "It will project an image out the top…push the center button?" His voice vibrated quietly beside her ear. Both of his arms were wrapped snugly about her middle.

She pushed the button he indicated, and the unit flickered to life. A cube of light appeared in the air above it, just as he'd said. Streaked with dark lines, it was static, a pale blue-grey, and improbably 3d. She blinked at it. ..Then he showed her which controls adjusted the image’s size, and position. “We’ll optimize it in a moment..” he concluded. She nodded. She loved the way his voice felt, susurrating against the shell of her ear.

He sighed, breath flaring warmly against her skin, as he reluctantly released one arm from around her abdomen, squeezing her tighter with the other in compensation. She briefly closed her eyes and rubbed her head against his cheek, and felt him respond… Somehow, cuddling with him today was even more delicious than normal. She felt almost cocooned by him. Meanwhile the second device floated over and came to rest upon her thigh. It was wide, flat and smooth.

He touched its black surface with the fingers of his freed hand, and it kindled to life, with cold blue light. “This one’s my datapad,” he enlightened her, "it stores and processes information.. it can do a lot. Including access the HoloNet. And play our holo.”

“-What’s the Holonet?” she asked warmly.

“It's an intragalactic communications network," he answered, with a fond smile. His fingers were moving on the screen, as he spoke, the images displayed changing in response. "..It allows the exchange of data, over distance.. Through a system of satellites… Large amounts, audio, and visual… I don't use it much, except for messaging. But, that’s where we’re going to find this thing. -I’ll show it to you in more detail, if you’d like?” he paused, for her answer.

"mm. Later…"

"Of course." She felt his nose, and then his lips, buss her ear. "…I already picked out, what I wanna watch with you… I’m hoping it won't be too bewildering… and that you'll like it.. It is for children," he murmured in admittance.

She smiled. It was cute of him, to have chosen a children's story. She felt utterly surrounded by him, and so cared for. "Sounds perfect," she said.

He grinned, where she couldn't see. "Great."

Then he was showing her how to feed the datapad's output to the projector and adjust the size and position of the projection, and using the Force to position it down by their feet. Finally he set the datapad down beside them and started it up, rewrapping his arm around her with a kiss.

The block of greyish light in the air above them, was swiftly replaced by vibrant colors, which formed into an image and began to move, while an unfamiliar music issued from the projector's little speakers.

The holo he'd selected for them was funny, cute, and entertaining. The story structure was very simple, which was good, because the universe depicted was full of things that were totally novel to her, and his soft, low voice was in her ear frequently, explaining them. His explanations - and the picture she was starting to build, of the galaxy beyond the stars - were entrancing. Now and again, she asked questions.. at least once, purely from a desire to feel the velvety hum of his voice brush her skin, yet one more time. It made her shiver, in his embrace, and that made him follow up his words with sweet little kisses, his lips seeming merely to be the natural continuation of that hum.

By the time the story ended, happily with a family reunion, and the projected light filled with his people's strange crawling text, she thought that she knew both more and less about his world than she ever had.

"..well, my lovely princess? What did you think?"

She started laughing, quietly, in his embrace. "You know you're so special, Luke.. I love every moment that I'm with you." She rubbed herself back into him, indulgently, and felt his whole body tighten around her. "Thank you for teaching me about where you come from!"

"Ciri… you're sweet. I have never been this happy.." Amusement entered his voice, "-Was I that transparent?"

She laughed again. Probably somewhat more than half of the holo had played without his voice in her ear, explaining something. -To the point that at times she'd felt she was watching something educational, before a child's story. "Only a little!"

"..Then I'll have to be 10% more mysterious, in the future. Did you like the story, though? was it too childish.."

"It was fun. You're cute. -I don't know how to separate them. Yes, I liked it very much!"

That made him chuckle, and nuzzle into her ear, giving her a slightly wet kiss. "I'm very glad to hear that, sweet girl.. you are absolutely adorable.." And he nibbled lightly on her neck, just beneath her ear, making her laugh delightedly - which only encouraged him.

Once again, despite his heat and the solidity of his body all around her, she felt that she simply could not get close enough to him. ..It caused her a brief twinge of frustrated need, and then she was doing something about it.

She squirmed in his arms until she was sat atop him, straddling his hips and lain out upon his chest.. his hands had assisted her, unquestioningly. She supported herself with her forearm upon his collarbone, and let her other hand drift up to gently brush along his cheek. He smiled at her, fondly. "Hey there.. pretty girl.." his voice whispered. She felt his palm, smoothing up her back.

"hey," she answered him. "–Y-you know.. I think you're really pretty! W-when you blush.."

Her heart beat faster, to speak to him so, and the color kindled all across his cheeks. "thank you.. for saying so," he breathed shyly.

She delicately laid her palm flat against his reddened skin… and discovered it burning, with his blood. It made her smile.

"You're warm," she said.

Her observation caused his blush to intensify. "-I'm.." He seemed to hesitate, his tongue briefly appearing between his svelte, generous lips, his eyes closing… Then he deliberately nudged his cheek, into her hand, and fixed her with his gaze. "I'm putty, in your hands," he announced.

Those words made her lips come apart, made little sparks race down her torso and gather at the pit of her belly.

Blinking, she closed the small distance between her mouth and his, with a kiss.

…How, was he so soft?

And in a moment he was moving against her, too…moving slow and smooth like water.. tenderly meeting her affection, with his.

She let her tongue slip over his lip, before their next kiss, and he deepened it, in reply.

She felt his fingers enter her hair and run along her scalp, until he firmly held her skull in his palm. His tongue entered her mouth, and ran alongside hers. She whimpered, and it made him sigh. His arm had wrapped around her back to hold her and pull her up into him, while she clutched his clothing.

She tried to lick her tongue along his bottom lip and back into his mouth and missed, swathing down onto his chin instead. He laughed brightly.

Surprised, her chest tightening and cheeks flaring with embarrassment, she abruptly let him go. But as she drew breath to apologize, he reached out and licked her in return, boldly running his tongue from the point of her chin all the way up to the tip of her nose, as she sharply gasped… A gasp, which shortly turned into a giggle of delight. Laughter rumbled lowly through his chest, in reply.

She caught a brief glimpse of his furrowed brow, as he reclaimed her lips, kissing her harder and more deeply than before, suckling her lip strongly into his mouth and nearly crushing her to his body.. Nearly sucking her breath away.

He released her, after, so they both could draw down air. Her gaze seemed hazed over… and his, too. A hedonistic languor had come over his expression, softening his fine features like a veil.

Now, she reached up, to touch… delicately, his chin, its cleft, his soft lips, his smile lines… his skin was smooth… his breath softly exhaled against her fingertips, and his eyes fell shut.. and he swallowed, cartilage bobbing in his throat. He was beautiful. Beyond measure. The way he behaved only made it stronger.

She briefly brought her other hand up to her chin… and felt the lingering moisture of this beautiful man's saliva.

Then she let her hand travel down, the column of his throat.. careful to touch him utterly gently, here, over the cartilage of his airway. It was a piece of animalistic intimacy, in a way that kissing him wasn’t.

She let her fingers find his collar, and track along its middle till she could get her grip onto each panel of his tunic, and pull. The stays holding it came undone, and just like that she had exposed a triangle of his chest, and made him whimper with surprise.

They both blinked, as she eased her palm onto it, and felt his velvety skin… His fingers had clutched, strongly, into her clothing. He was glancing, from her face, down to her hand on his bared chest, and back. "is this.. Ok?" she whispered. He nodded swiftly, wordless.. so she slid her hand slowly along his sternum. She turned so her fingers brushed under the side of his tunic and up onto the gentle swell of his pectoral.. He watched her, dazedly, and gulped. Tiny catches were audible, now and again, as he breathed. The muscle was warm, and firm, and yielding, and dimly she thought that his responsiveness to her shy, inexperienced touch was the most exorbitant privilege she might receive.

"C-can I.." she started.

"–you may touch me howsoever you desire, Princess," he husked, before she could finish. Her eyes widened…for surely he couldn't mean that..

She felt as though her entire body was blushing, as she gripped more of his tunic and pulled it open, to expose his bare torso. His hold on her hips and the small of her back was tight, like an anchor. She could see his chest gently moving, in time to his quickened breath.. Carefully, she let her palms rest on his pectorals, and then delicately explored downwards…identifying the curving muscles' lower borders, and then passing over the shelf of his ribs, onto the softly sloping, mobile plain of his abdomen. He was slightly biting his lip with his eyes lidded, color blazoned across his face. She passed back up across the boundary from the other direction…arrested by the abrupt transition in the foundations beneath his skin, formed by his bones. Like the continental shelf of a landmass, bordered by the roving, roiling sea.

And presently, she moved to finish pulling apart his top, exposing his belly. And then, he was rising from the bed.. lifting her with him until they both were sat upright. His nose bumped into her cheek, and then his lips were on her, kissing her, softly insistent. He sucked her lip deep into his mouth and gave her his teeth. He made her whimper, and did it again, and again, and again.

Gradually, she let her fingers splay up into his thick hair and close, grasping a firm handful of his golden-brown strands… and letting that grip ground her, as he explored her mouth with his. A groan dragged out of him in response as she tugged him. It felt like she'd wanted to touch him like this forever. His mane was cool and silky-smooth, and everything she'd imagined it could be. His wet tongue dipped into her mouth. This amount of closeness with him was shocking…

When he released her, sucking in deep breath and looking half dazed, it was only to pull his tunic back off his shoulders. ..She realized he was trying to remove it for her, and watched his muscles rippling in speechless anticipation.

He got stuck while trying to shimmy the sleeves down off his arms, and struggled briefly before abruptly losing his balance and collapsing backwards onto the bed with his arms trapped underneath him.

She heard his laughter's clear tinkling ring out from the pillows, and couldn't help but join in. For him to be so clumsy, was nigh unprecedented.

Her mirth gradually settled, into an awareness of him. ..It was him. The man she'd wanted, who was too beautiful to hope for, and who'd been too kind to avoid. Now, somehow, he was half-naked in her bed, looking frankly like a god. Surely, this was more like unto a waking dream, than reality.

Her hand tentatively reached out, so that her fingertips brushed against the gently pitching surface of his belly. His breath left him, as he felt her touch, her palm sliding fully onto him and cupping the lightly rounded skin. He relaxed, back onto the duvet.. no longer even trying to free himself from his tangled shirt. His surrender was so sweet…like receiving trust. Her fingers teased around his belly button, which seemed to her surely the very center of his vulnerability, and a soft moan issued gently from his throat.

She bit her lip, everything about the situation converging onto her heart and squeezing it tight within her chest. Her hand rose almost subconsciously to cover her mouth, as the fingers she'd lain upon him stroked and felt his skin shiver…marveling, that this was hers to do.

Careful to touch him only lightly where he was so soft, she delicately explored the gentle topography of his stomach, tracing its rise and fall with each tremulous breath. He watched her through lidded eyes, and let her do it.

After a time, she bent over and kissed his skin, wetly, letting her tongue move against it and feeling it tremble underneath her splayed hands and hearing the sharp intake of air into his lungs. He was delectable. She did it again, and again, licking down his abdomen to his belly while he so quietly vocalized, and when she reached his belly button she couldn't stop herself from trying to suck the skin just beside up into her mouth, which pulled from him a soft, broken moan. "th-thank you, Highness," he offered her, plaintive and polite, as she released him.

Those words, his stutter, that tone - it did something, to her guts. Tied them up into a cute little bow, mayhap. She rose, running her hands up his body, and leaving a trail of small kisses, until she reached his head and found his mouth. Moving on instinct, she gave him a deep, messy kiss, carelessly smearing saliva onto his cheek and chin.

"-Thank you for what?" she asked, careful to hold herself up over him and not put extra weight onto him while his arms were caught beneath him.

His cheeks blossomed with embarrassment. "m-marking me," he breathed, delicate and shy.

"-Did I?" she said in surprise. ..Flushed and utterly beautiful, he nodded, "I'm sure.."

She sat up, on his pelvis, and looked. The spot she'd sucked on had filled in with pink. She raised her hand to her mouth. "-Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't realize I was.."

He frowned, and she felt his hips pitch underneath her as he struggled with the sleeves of his tunic.. then heard the fabric yank and snap, as he abruptly pulled it off his arms with the Force. Freed, he swiftly sat up and tugged off the glove covering his prosthetic hand, tossing it carelessly aside…then ran his hand into her hair, holding her jaw, and kissed her.

Thoughts of guilt over hurting him momentarily dissolved, in the urgent heat of his kiss. She returned the gesture… And for a time thought of nothing else, but his lips, and his tongue, and his teeth, clamping her gently.

When he eventually released her, and they shared tremulous breath, he bashfully corrected, "well, please don't- Please don't apologize… a-fter all, it makes me.. incontestably happy, to have you leave reminders of you, upon my body."

"..b-but, doesn't it..hurt?" she asked, a little miserably, despite how winning his behavior.

"..it'll bruise.." he admitted, "it doesn't hurt."

She was mortified, to think of that little spot on his sensitive belly turning colors as the blood she'd unwittingly released from his capillaries degraded under his skin. Despite his assurances, she looked at him with big eyes, in silent apology.

The corner of his pretty mouth curled into a grin. "shhh… sweet little princess.." He nudged his nose into hers, cutely. "so sensitive, my precious girl.. but it's alright. …you didn’t hurt me…" And he gently, gently kissed her.. as though she might be made of crystal, and shatter.

"b-but your pretty tummy.."

"aww.." he sighed, at her description, and snuffed with delight. "…please trust me, Ciri.." And he claimed her lips, with another soft kiss.

Blinking moisture from her eyes at how he made her feel – treasured, damnably – she nodded, her acknowledgement. "k… st-still… I'd rather.." she trailed off.

Then, she reached into her tresses and plucked a few strands. She twirled them together into one, and wordlessly tied them about his wrist, while he watched curiously. Their eyes met, when she was done.

His had cleared, to limpid blue. The wan light streaming in through her windows filled them up, and made them glow. …It was strange, how that despite his eyes were so brightly colored, yet sometimes they seemed so pale as to pick up and mirror whatever ambient light had wandered into them.

"..Well, so h-here's a reminder, that's not.. U-um, s-so bruising."

Eyes going wet, he slipped his arms about her and gathered her in, and resumed his soft kisses.

He leaned back onto the bed, carrying her down with him, being very careful with his mouth on hers; and soon after he rolled them over, onto their sides, and pulled her tight in against his chest, curling himself around her. "thank you, sweetheart," he whispered into her ear. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him, tight.

Time slipped along, but enclosed in the heady circle of his body, she barely noticed. …It felt so very different, hugging him like this. With his soft bare skin, everywhere underneath her hands. ..She touched every bit of it, sides and shoulders and back and chest, every bit of him that she could. He was miraculously smooth, and warm, and pliant. She loved feeling the structures of his bone and muscle as they shifted under his skin, like ghosts. She took time to divine their nature. She kissed him, leisurely, all over his mouth and face and neck, and he let her do it..let her, direct his head, however she wished it, and always kissed her back whenever he'd been left within range. His hands casually roamed her in return… remaining respectfully atop her clothing and away from her chest, but sumptuously squeezing her wherever they fell, nonetheless. Meanwhile the sun gently set, and the room's light lowered.

"…I was nervous, a little," she confessed to him quietly, later, gently stroking his face after having spent the entirety of the sun's remaining light caressing him to her heart's content.

He'd reached out with the Force as the room grew dark, to switch on her light. Now its warm glow bathed his skin in gold.

"…nervous about what?" he whispered back.

"...that things would be…," she searched for the right word. "…That I wouldn't know, h-how to be, with you."

He paused, considering. The cool fingers of his prosthetic lightly stroked her neck, and ear, and gently teased into her hair. His other arm was wrapped tightly around her, holding her against him.

"…you were worried about that, last night, too," he observed. "..yet, here we are…"

She smiled. Yes, here they were. "Looks like I'm doing alright," she agreed.

"Looks like you're doing great," he returned. "..I couldn't possibly complain.."

She grinned, pleased. Then lightly grimaced with embarrassment. "–I could have been doing this the whole time, huh?" she asked, a little ruefully.

His returning grin sparked crookedly with mischief. "Basically," he admitted.

"…But.. I have very much enjoyed, slowly growing closer, with you," he added softly, more serious, "-I wouldn't change a thing.."

For some reason, the comment filled her with appreciation.

"good… M-me too! ..e-even if it was a… little hard, at times."

His pretty face tightened in a wince. "-Well, except for that. ..I'd take your worries back, if I could, Ciri…"

She snuffed and shook her head, "no, don't worry about it. I really don't think that would be realistic."

His gaze flicked over her face, studying. After a while he mouthed, "...k."

A moment passed, as she pondered how the little lines of his cheek, limned in the light.

"..I suppose…" he added quietly, a small smile playing gently at his lips and deepening the lines, his eyes gone soft, "..I have kinda enjoyed some of those hard times… for myself."

She sniffed, and smiled nonplussed. "-what do you mean?"

His blue eyes watched her, as a blush stole into his cheeks. "…it's been a bit tantalizing… the way you've made me ache."

Her face reddened, in turn… to think of him aching, over her. "..o-oh.. Um, y-yeah um…   I guess that has been rather nice. ..I hadn't really thought of it, l-like that, before.."

"…well I've spent kind of a long time, hoping to feel that way over someone, and not," he said wryly.

"I guess I'd…not. h-hoped.." she said quietly.

He tenderly thumbed her lower lip. "..We are so similar, in our difference.." he breathed.

She gazed into his eyes, captivated.

Then his mouth tweaked in another cute grin. "so… Are you still nervous?"

She gave him a shy grin back and shook her head, no. "n-not.. Right now, anyways.."

His grin broadened. "..Well, don't worry about it, princess," he teased, "-When I see you next I'll just give you a kiss, and hold you real tight, and you'll remember… what it felt like, right now."

She chuckled, bashfully. "T-thanks.. Good looking out."  

"My pleasure," he said proudly, and her laughter deepened, making his smile blossom triumphantly.

He cupped her neck, and carefully silenced her, with a kiss.

“….what does it feel like?” he breathed, afterwards. "..my fake hand.."

“it feels good,” she breathed back simply. It made his face tinge pink again…

“…I mean, is it different? ..from my other. My real one.”

She nodded, against the smooth synthskin of his palm. “It’s cooler..”

“..Is it uncanny? Your skin feels so warm…”

She shook her head, careful not to dislodge him, then took hold of his wrist, and turned her face to rub into his palm. “No…Just different,” she said. And she kissed it, the way he’d kissed hers, the night before. She felt a shudder pass through him, and watched his thick lashes fall languidly closed. …He truly was a delight, to behold. She knew that he was incomparably strong, and yet he seemed so delicate, sometimes..

Teasing, she lathed her tongue wantonly across his prosthetic palm, wetting every fold. And watched, his lips part and breathing hitch. She gave him a nibble, at the base of a finger, and it made him laugh…which made her snicker, lightly.

-She realized that she wasn’t used to seeing him, in this temperature of light. She usually saw him in the bright light of the sun, or the failing shadows of dusk; but not in the yellow-orange manufactured glow of cozy indoor spaces after sundown. It made him seem…homey.

Actually, the entire room had never seemed so hospitable to her, before. And it was her room.

His eyes slitted open. The yellow had kindled them to sapphire. “..What are you thinking?” he asked her softly. The hand she’d just kissed lightly caressed her jaw, and brushed her bottom lip.

She blushed. “That it's nice having you here. …Um… you m-make my room feel cozy,” she confessed, soft as a breath.

He blushed back, color stealing richly into his skin, as he slowly blinked.

“I do?” he asked quietly, such a soft poignance in his voice that it seemed to run through and tug directly on her heart.

Silently, she nodded.

He smiled, to himself, with pleasure. "I don't know what to say… it's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me, Ciri.."

"oh," she emitted smally, "s-surely it's not.."

"..sweetheart.. But it is. …you know, it made me feel very, very special, when you wanted to cuddle here, with me."

That made a neat little fire kindle, within her belly, and invite her to warm herself at it. She smiled, and knew that it was dopey. "I… I’m very, very glad to have you here too, L-Luke."

His face split, sunnily, and his nose nudged hers. "I'm thrilled," he replied, before tenderly finding her lips, once again.

And when he released her, they spent a quiet moment just looking at each other, feeling peaceful.

“…so..” he breathed after a time, “while we're on the topic, of coziness…t-there’s something, that’s always seemed like it would probably be so cozy, to me...”

He was blushing, fiercely. His bashfulness, made her grin bare, with enjoyment. “oh, Luke.. you’re terribly cute,” she couldn’t restrain a happy little laugh, “what is it, pretty boy?”

She heard his breath softly flutter, at her teasing, and blushed, realizing what she’d just called him. Then she forgot to worry, because he was tightening his grip around her back, holding her jaw and gently, slowly licking over her lips and kissing her, with a humming sigh into her mouth, "..pr'tty girl.." She deepened and returned his kiss… And he took charge of her lip, and hung on to it, as he drew back, til it popped out of his mouth, wetly.

Then he said, smally, “…u-m, well… watch a horror holo with me?"

The contrast of that uncertain little request, with that kiss.. It was adorable. Still a little breathless, she couldn't stop from smiling appreciatively at him, “-what’s that?”

"..It's a holo, that's supposed to be scary," he whispered.

She was puzzled. “..Would a story really scare you, Luke? You’ve lived through… so many real things..”

She knew, that he'd seen terrible things. ..Done terrible things, even, when necessary.. Though for the life of her she couldn't imagine this sweet man, ever being angry, or violent, at all.

“..Um, the point is more, to scare you,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Me?”

He nodded. “…And then I squeeze you, and make you feel better,” he breathed. Her skin warmed, uncontrollably.

And she nodded, quietly.

The corner of his mouth tugged, gently up. “Yeah?” he confirmed, with sly pleasure.

“Y-yeah,” she agreed.

His face crinkled as it split, into a big happy smile that traveled all the way up into his eyes. “thank you, Ciri… It’s…," he broke into a sheepish laugh, "-it's something I used to hear about, back on Tattooine…but I never had anyone, I wished to comfort, just for fun.”

She felt her blush deepen. She’d rarely ever been comforted, before him. Now that he’d come into her life, it was becoming a matter of routine…and even, of entertainment? The reversal was stunning.

“It’s fun?” she asked innocently.

He nodded. “it’s fun..,” he confirmed.. then clarified, “-It’s fun when you’re not really that upset."

"...you'll need to not really let me get scared, then," she teased.

"sweetling, I won't," he promised somberly.

She blushed. She was acquiring terms of endearment faster than belief.

"…so, d-do you have… Something already picked out for this, too?" she asked, by way of recovery.

He shook his head, "Not for this… I thought we could look at teasers?"

She nodded, unquestioningly, and he smiled. "great…let's get ourselves resituated, shall we princess?"

..They had to untangle, a little, in order to sit up, again. She fixed their pillows, which had become strewn during their canoodling. Then he gathered her into his lap and kissed her neck, and picked up the datapad.

All that beautiful skin of his that she'd bravely exposed, was now at her back, where she quite disappointingly couldn't feel it. She dithered a moment, in her mind, while he navigated the Net.

When she gave his encircling forearm a tug, he easily released it. "J-just a moment… I'll be right back," she said, scooting off the bed. He hummed his acknowledgement, continuing his task.

She grabbed a couple of garments from where they were hung over the door of her wardrobe, and went into her bathroom to change. She emerged in a set of soft sleepclothes, thinner and much more comfortable than her leathers, which she tossed aside.

He beamed at her as she reclaimed her spot, between his legs, and he repositioned his arm around her, drawing her close up against him. "..better?" he asked her ear.

She agreed, "m-much better."

"I quite agree… You're much warmer, like this."

She blushed, and smiled with pleasure. "So are you."

"...I've got a few of these things, cued up… Let me know, if something catches your attention."

She nodded, and he switched off the lights and began playing teasers for her on the datapad…the name turned out to be fairly self-explanatory.

They were on an island, now, she felt, in the black. One built out of softness and their body heat, its edges defined by this strange little light that spilled onto their faces and hands but couldn't travel past. She wanted to hold something of his, so she slipped her arm over his leg and hooked his inner thigh. ..She'd never touched him there, before. It made her heart beat faster, to do it, and he didn't seem to mind at all.

"..I don't think I've felt anything succeeding on you yet," he murmured after a few.

"Um, I've been… a little more interested, than frightened," she admitted.

"Need to find something uninteresting… I get it," he mused playfully. "-Well we've barely scratched the surface."

They went through genres, until her stomach clenched and she realized that she was viewing more effective material. She was surprised that it was a supernatural teaser, they were watching. -Because she had always looked down on people who held such beliefs. But something about the unnaturalness of the imagery was potently unsettling to her.

When he noticed what it was doing to her to watch it, he grinned happily. "I think we may have found your kind of horror, princess." Then he leaned in to whisper into her ear, "I think it's kind of cute… that it's this that makes your heart pick up its pace… I know what you think of this sort of thing. Sweet little scientist."  

She blushed. "A-atheist, you mean. ..I-I don't really understand it, myself," she said.

"Well, where I'm from most people I know are atheists. It doesn't seem to impair the genre's popularity at all. Let's look at some more of these," he said, and proceeded to select several more.

They ended up choosing a horror-thriller set in an isolated locale, undergirded by a sinister mystery and ghosts. He rerouted the image to the projector, and set it on the covers before them. She shifted in his lap, as it began, and rubbed against him contentedly as she felt his arms wrapping around her and snugging her in tight. He pressed his lips to the shell of her ear, and she put her arms over his, holding him back.

"..Ciri.." he whispered, before long, "may I..?" His hand had found the hem of her shirt, and one of his fingertips quested up underneath it.

Her stomach filled with anticipatory flutters. "Y-yes," she invited, "-P-please."

…And his hand snaked under the fabric, to cup her bare abdomen, in his palm.

..It was his real hand, and astonishingly warm. Against her will, she heard the breath whine quietly in her throat, as he deliberately rubbed his thumb along her stomach…alongside his ragged sigh, into her ear. "..what a cute little belly.." he whispered, lightly biting the lobe. And he gave her a gentle, yet assertive squeeze, eliciting a delicate whimper from her lips, which she promptly bit to restrain any future such utterances. Something had kindled in her innards, underneath his touch, and absolutely refused to go out.

This, surely, was the ultimate indulgence. She'd thought that touching him was nice.

“—thank you, Ciri,” he breathed, with a frankly teasing kiss,

“..I love this, more than I knew I would..”

She gulped. It almost sounded, like he had thought about this, before. “Me…M-me, t-t-too,” she stuttered faintly, needing him to be aware.

“I know,”

he whispered, like a promise.

…It was some minutes, before she was able to return her attention even somewhat to the holo, whose opening sequences were now playing.

And as it progressed, his constant touches and softly brushing lips made it decisively difficult for her to become truly frightened, just as he’d promised. That holo never quite got 100% of her attention, as a result. And the fire in her belly, never ran short of fuel.

There was far less for him to explain, this time around, partly thanks to all the common things he’d already gone over, and partly due to the limited scenery in play. But everytime something unfamiliar appeared in the projection, she would eagerly anticipate the hum of his soft voice in her ear, and carefully focus her mind on what he was saying — she didn’t wish to be a poor pupil, only because of how he kept touching her. …And this time, the kisses he placed on her ear and neck to follow up his explanations were very forward, indeed; full of tonguings, and nips, and suckles.

Everytime the holo made her tense, anticipating a scare, he’d tighten his arms and stroke her, running the backs of his knuckles familiarly across her tummy, and ‘shhhh’ soothingly into her ear. That would stop the tension in its tracks, leaving it to dissipate to tracers faithfully following his knuckles along her skin, and when reliably a grotesque spirit would pop from out of nowhere into close view soon after and make her jump from surprise, as though trying to escape backwards into his bare chest… he’d squeeze her tightly in, happily laughing — not bothering to conceal his enjoyment. He’d lick and nibble her earlobe, and neck, by way of distraction. Then he’d assertively palm her soft belly, and she’d recall that she was there, in his hand, and nowhere else, certainly not threatened by anything, and she’d relax gooily back into him, and the moment would pass. His warmth penetrated the fabric of her shirt as though it were nothing, yet couldn’t match the burn of his skin touching hers.

The final jump scare, cheesily marking the precise end of the tale, made both of them laugh as it faded into scrolling attributions.

"w-well, I hope taking care of me was as rewarding as you hoped it would be, Luke," she ventured with minor insecurity, as they calmed.

"It was much more rewarding than that," he said with self-satisfaction, and she couldn't help a pleased laugh. "-What about you? Worth it, being frightened for my amusement?"

She felt very silly, but she had to nod that it was. "Super worth it."

"Wonderful," he affirmed, "-Those kids on Tatooine knew what they were talking about, after all."

It made her snort. "You're a good deal more innocent, sometimes, than one might think.. yourself," she told him.

He chuckled. "I am? Well. -You make me feel like a farmboy, I can't help it. I love it.." his voice went soft, and he sucked on her earlobe, in recompense.

It made the breath leave her, messily. "y-you make me feel… like an entirely different person," she mumbled.

"..I hope that's a good thing.. What do you mean?"

She blinked through the haze of a blush.

"..Y-you make me feel like someone, w-wantable," she confessed. Someone, she had always known that she was not.

He paused, and she felt him swallow. "that's not someone different, Ciri," he declared. Then he flipped back on the friendly light, ending the holo's lingering spell, and shifted with preternatural ease out from under her, depositing her onto the bed…and swung himself over her, straddling her hips and supporting himself with an elbow above her head…pressing down onto her, enough to let her know he was there, without crushing her. She blinked, in surprise, looking up into his pretty blue eyes.

He dipped down, to kiss her, fervidly. His free hand cupped her face. She moaned into the kiss, helplessly. "You are who you are.." he mumbled against her lips, "..if you weren't, I wouldn't be attracted.." And put out his tongue, to use inside her mouth.

She briefly lost track of her surroundings, as all of her focus was consumed by him, and what he was doing, and doing it back.

"...You make it awful difficult for me to leave you alone in this bed, little princess.." he murmured finally. It had grown quite late, she was sure. His use of the diminutive made her tingle everywhere, underneath him.

"-y-you don't have, to do that," she couldn't help saying.

He bit his lip.

"..I think I do.." he replied at last, "..I don't wanna move too fast." She sighed. He laughed, and stopped her with a kiss. "..don't worry about it, Ciri. Ask me later. Everything's gonna work out."

"…well, at least let me walk you home," she suggested - then flushed at her use of the word. This wasn't his home. The truth was, she had no idea what place he might consider home, or where it might lie, with regard to her little planet. Did he ever get to spend much time there?

"mmm… I'd be honored," he said, giving her one last, searching kiss… and sat up.

She missed the weight of his torso, instantly.

"..Luke?" she asked.  

"Ciri?"

"Where is your home?"

He hesitated.. then shrugged. "I'm not sure I know. I have rooms in the Imperial Palace on Coruscant. That's where Leia lives. ..But I feel more comfortable in my X-wing.. I'm used to being on the move, I suppose."

"...that's sad," she said softly.

He smiled at her, faintly rueful. "..I'm a sad man."

She swallowed, and sat up.. let her fingers run into his hair and pulled him down, and kissed him gently. And he whispered, "..you haven't noticed, cuz you've been keeping me so happy…thank you, Ciri…I'm in your debt.."

"posh," she protested. He smiled.

"..just promise I'm seeing you, tomorrow morning."  

"you know you are.."

"..thank you, sweetling."

"you're very polite."

His face split, crookedly. "-That's my job!"

She smiled, and laughed. "..let me take you back, cute boy."

Eyes soft, he almost preened. Nodding, he scooted off of her, so she could move, and retrieved his boots… Then his tunic, and once she'd gotten her own boots on she stood, and handed him his glove.

Then something she'd forgotten, occurred to her. "-Oh, Luke, your comlink!" she blurted.

"..You mean your comlink," he corrected with a smile. "-Bring it, tomorrow. We can test it out. And your notebook.. I just know, you're gonna wanna take notes.." He finished pulling back on his glove. He'd put on his tunic, as well, but hadn't bothered closing it.

"k…," she trailed, momentarily distracted by the slitted flesh of his chest.

When she looked back up at him, he was lopsidedly smirking. She felt her cheeks heat.

He stood.

"-Y-your projector, and..," she mumbled, as he stepped in to kiss her.

"keep it," he mouthed, "..mess around with it, if you wish. I don't think you can break it." He gave her another wet, indulgent kiss.

She nodded. "o.. ok!"

It made him smile, again, the lines on his cheeks pulling taut. -He seemed to enjoy, what he was doing to her, she reflected. She laughed at herself, quietly, and took his hand.

..Soon they'd left her room, and made their way down the hallways to his. It felt odd, to be walking him, rather than the other way around… She kind of liked it. Though she didn't relish, the prospect of the return journey, alone.

She reflected that it was a journey he made, routinely, and wondered how he typically felt, along the way… but did not ask.

When they arrived at his door, she held up his hand to her lips, as he'd done so many times with hers, and delicately bussed his knuckles. Something flowered, in his eyes…Some poignancy. He stepped in closer and nuzzled in against her. "..thank you for my day, Ciri," he murmured gratefully, "thanks for watching silly holos with me, and inviting me to your bed, and for touching me.. And thank you for my flowers."

She shivered, hearing his thanks, and then his hands were on her… touching her waist, smoothing up her sides, pulling her in, and finally slipping round her back to anchor her against him.

She hugged him back, possessively, running her arms under the panels of his shirt, to feel the bare skin of his back one more time. "y-you're welcome, Luke.." she mumbled shyly.

"..you're gonna be ok?" he checked softly… then added, teasingly, "-You're not gonna have bad dreams, from that horror holo, are you?"

She laughed, "-no, I don't think so, Luke." And nodded, "..yeah, I'll be fine." And sighed, against his skin.

"..k."

"…what about you?"

He nodded. "..Me, too, Ciri."

And he kept hugging her, quietly, for minutes.

…Eventually she couldn't restrain a yawn.

He stirred, gently releasing her, with a rueful chuckle.

"Sorry to always do this.."

"always do what?"

"..keep you out past your bedtime, sweet princess," he answered, gently teasing.

She snorted. "Don't mention it."

-He kissed her, rather than mention more.

And when he let her go, he kept close to whisper a confession into her ear, "...I love, how it's so exhausting, to have every night I spend with you be the best night of my life."

She burned, quietly.. stunned. ..Meanwhile he was kissing her cheek, taking her hand, and pulling back.

"Good night, Ciri," he said gently, and gave her hand a squeeze, "..I'll see you tomorrow, princess."

She recovered herself in time to squeeze back, and return, "G-good night, Luke..! S-sleep well.."

He smiled, affectionately… And stepped back, into his door, which opened behind him on its own behalf.

..He winked, before the door's closing removed him from sight.

The walk back to her quarters was actually not near so long as she had expected… occupied, as she was, with what he'd just said. Was this what he'd meant, in his letter? What he hadn't wished, to commit to paper.. had he just obliquely committed it to her ear, instead, at the last?

The improbability of the sentiment, alone, was enough to make her blush.

Though it was very certainly true, the other way around.