jedimara77 | Anything But Beautiful - Knights of Plooma missing scene

Title: Anything But Beautiful Author: JediMara77 Timeframe: During X-Wing: Knights of Plooma, 18-19 ABY Genre: Smut. This is NC-17. You’ve been warned. Author’s note: This takes place after Luke and Mara’s dinner in Chapter 12. Also, this is not beta-ed, so please forgive any glaring errors. Their dinner, surprisingly, was enjoyable, Mara thought as they drove back to the hotel. If Mara was honest with herself, it was one of the most enjoyable times she’d had in recent years—and she was with Skywalker, of all people. To say their relationship was rocky would have been an understatement. They were allies, sure, but lately, Mara was confused about the true nature of their relationship. Were they even friends, or more? They hardly saw each other unless it was some sort of crisis. The Corellian insurrection had been no different, not to mention the recent days on Plooma. Still, she couldn’t deny that something had changed between them. It had started even before their arrival on Plooma, but ever they’d had to pretend they were married, the tension between them had grown exponentially. Corran’s “encouragement” didn’t help matters at all. Not only that, everyone else seemed to think that they were the perfect couple, and even Karrde of all people was encouraging her to confide her feelings. And then there was that stupid bet. She had sworn she would never admit that she enjoyed being married to Luke Skywalker, but it was becoming harder and harder for her to deny its advantages. For the past few nights, ever since she had returned from dinner with Karrde and yelled at Skywalker for meditating in his underwear, he had moved his routine to his bedroom and made a point to be fully clothed whenever he was awake. The bet with Karrde be damned; when Luke did stuff like that, she had to admit that he would make a very good husband. She closed her eyes and put that thought out of her mind. Skywalker need not know about that. Ever. But he wasn’t perfect. His misuse of the Force was starting to bother her more and more. She’d almost confessed everything during their argument at the ball, but something was holding her back. Karrde had encouraged her to talk to Luke about it all, but she just couldn’t. Not that she actually thought he would listen to her even if she stopped being stubborn. After all, she was only a smuggler; he was the Jedi Master and thought he knew everything. They talked and laughed all throughout dinner and the ride home, and Skywalker did not bring up Mara’s Jedi training once. He talked about the academy, but only to tell a funny story or confide his fears about training his niece and nephews. Mara liked seeing the normal side to the Jedi Master. It was what drew her to him when they’d first met—how normal he was, despite being a Jedi—but through the years, he’d become more and more the stoic Master and less and less the friend. She missed her friend. As the night drew to a close, Luke and Mara made their way down the hallway to their room. They heard the door next to theirs close abruptly. Realizing that it Corran was spying on them, Mara’s lips curved into a smile. The pretend husband and wife exchanged an amused glance. “Wanna play a game?” she whispered mischievously. Skywalker smiled back at her. “I think I get your vector, and yes—let’s play.” They continued walking and Mara reached out her hand to Luke’s. Their fingers clasped together and, surprisingly, it felt nice. She leaned against him on instinct and Luke’s hand left hers to clasp around her shoulder. Just like that night in the speeder, she fit into his arm perfectly. She wondered about that—was it just that they had known each other for so long? Almost ten years now…but other than Mara no longer wanting to kill Luke, it seemed that nothing had changed. Pushing those thoughts out of her mind, Mara leaned back against the door and lifted her leg seductively. Luke stepped in front of her and leaned in, placing his arm next to her head and blocking the view from the other door, where Corran was most assuredly watching them through the peephole. Luke closed his eyes and leaned in, pretending to kiss her, but she turned her head at the last second and their lips brushed against each other. A shiver went down her spine; his lips were soft and warm and just as she would have imagined. Luke pulled away with widened eyes; their breathing quickened as the door slid open behind them and they fell inside gracefully. Once the door shut, they shared an awkward silence before chuckling softly. “Well,” Mara said, somewhat in shock. “We showed him.” “Yes,” Luke agreed, sounding almost slightly disappointed. “You do know, of course, that he’s probably already commed Wedge to tell him what he saw?” “Yeah. Does that bother you?” “No. Does it bother you?” “No. I don’t think Wedge would believe it, anyway. And you can always set him straight after we leave Plooma.” “Right.” They stood facing each other for a moment, then Luke let out a heavy sigh. “Well, thank you for coming to dinner with me, wife.” He kissed her hand exaggeratedly, mocking the Ploomian fashion. Mara rolled her eyes. “Thank you, husband. Good night.” “Good night.” They separated and headed towards their respective bedrooms. Then, after approximately 2.6 seconds, they both whirled around and rushed into each other’s arms, kissing hungrily and passionately. Luke, with his Jedi Master control, was the first to pull away. “Should we really be doing this?” he asked breathlessly. “Probably not,” Mara replied, running her fingers down his chest. “Well, we are still married for one more day,” he said, dipping down to kiss her again. Mara leaned back to look at him. “So what happens on Plooma, stays on Plooma?” Luke smiled. “Deal.” Then they kissed again. Mara’s first thought was that he was a good kisser—a very good kisser. She didn’t know why that surprised her; Luke was maddeningly good at everything he did. She smirked a bit at that thought, wondering just how good he was at everything else. Luke pulled away, just slightly, and smirked at her. “Oh, don’t you worry; I’ll show you,” he teased. For the first time since she’d known him, Mara did not protest at Luke’s invasion of her mind. Instead she grinned mischievously and crushed her lips to his again. You better, she sent back to him, causing him to tear his lips from her mouth and kiss down her throat. Their kisses grew more intense as they stumbled around the living room, finally falling on the soft couch. Mara maneuvered herself to be on top, still somewhat in disbelief that this was actually happening, but then Luke stopped and pushed her off him. “What are you doing?” she hissed, surprisingly worried that he’d reconsidered and decided that this couldn’t happen…but instead he scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom, depositing her on the bed. She gave him a curious look as he settled down on top of her and began to undo the buttons on her blouse. “You deserve the bed,” he stated plainly. She didn’t have time to consider the meaning of that statement, because he finished with the buttons and slowly slid his hand under her shirt. She bit her lip as his fingers began to gently caress her breasts. Her eyes squeezed shut and she threaded her fingers into his hair, her brain conflicted between never wanting this to stop and protesting that this was Skywalker on top of her. But as he removed her bra and took a nipple in his lips, all coherent thought flew out of her mind and she began writhing underneath him. She could feel him smile against her and knew that she’d never hear the end of it—if he actually had the guts to speak to her again after this—but she didn’t care. It felt good and all the awkwardness would be worth it. At least she hoped it would, as his hands slipped down her waist and began to undo the clasps on her trousers. Groaning in frustration, she assisted him, practically ripping the pants from her body and then helping to remove him of his. He fell on top of her again, grinding his hips against hers, and she slid her hands underneath his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. She rubbed her palms appreciatively over his chest, thinking that all those hours of lightsaber training had done him very well indeed. He began to nip at her ear and whispered, “You should join me sometime…not that you need it,” as his hands moved across her toned stomach. “Yeah?” she breathed. “Perhaps I will…if you don’t mind me beating you.” She slapped his ass playfully. “Oh, I don’t mind that at all,” he growled, and Mara gasped as his fingers delved in between her legs. He began to move up and down her body, kissing every centimeter, rubbing his hands over her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, her crotch…and then his mouth surrounded her clit and she just lost it. He alternated between using his fingers and his tongue, bringing her to ecstasy in a way no other man had ever done. Not even trying to hide her bliss, she moaned loudly, calling his name and not giving a damn who heard. As her breathing slowed, Luke slid back up her body, kissing her forehead and cheeks and pushing the hair back from her face. She could sense his calming presence in the Force and it felt wonderful. His hardness pressed innocently against her thigh and she smiled, knowing that this was far from over. Mara pulled Luke on top of her and kissed him again, raking her hands down his back, squeezing his ass and grinding his hips against hers. Like a flipped switch, Luke worked himself back into a frenzy, squeezing her breasts, sucking at her throat, clutching her hair. She smiled as they tangled across the bed, thinking of that Jedi Master control that everyone in the galaxy thought they knew so well. If they could see him now, she thought. Peering back to look at her, Mara realized that he had once again sensed her thought. “Only with you, Mara,” Luke whispered. “Only with you.” Mara froze for a moment, staring up at Luke’s very serious expression. He traced his fingers down her cheek, resting the tips on her flushed lips. “I don’t know what to say to that,” Mara said honestly. “Then don’t say anything.” His lips curved into a smile. “Just make me lose control, Jade.” She grinned and crushed her lips against his again, wrapping her legs around his waist and rolling them over in one swift movement. “If you insist,” she purred. She slithered down his body until she stopped in between his legs. Luke stared down at her expectantly; she looked up and licked her lips before settling back on her haunches. Very slowly, she ran her fingertips up and down Luke’s very swollen length. He sucked in a harsh breath. “Tease.” “Would you expect anything else?” Mara smiled. Then she lowered her head and took the very tip of Luke’s cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around lightly before pulling away again. “Big tease,” he groaned. “What’s the matter, Master Skywalker?” she purred, running her fingers down his thighs and grinding against him. “I thought they taught patience at your Praxeum?” “Kriff patience.” Smiling, Mara finally took some pity on him. She leaned down between his legs and sucked him hard, causing him to cry out. “Shavit, Mara!” She ignored his moans, blocking out everything but his taste on her lips. He tasted hot and musky and just as she would have imagined. Luke began to writhe underneath her, bucking his hips in time with her strokes, before he couldn’t take it anymore. His fingers tangled in her hair and urged her to move faster, but she pulled away, giving him a disapproving stare and wiggling her finger. “Patience, Master Skywalker.” In a movement so swift that she couldn’t even make it out, he reached out and grabbed her finger, pulling her to him and flipping her over on her back. He hovered over her, a smoldering look on his face, so unlike the serene Jedi Master known to the rest of the galaxy. She liked that look. They kissed hard and Mara began pressing herself against him in a way that left no question of what she wanted him to do next. Before he obliged her he pulled back one more time, raising an eyebrow to make sure that she really did want to go through with this. In answer she palmed his erection, eliciting a sharp hiss from the back of his throat. Without another word he plunged into her. The two of them moaned in pleasure as he slowly began to thrust inside of her. As the heat grew in her core, Mara couldn't help but think about her long, confusing relationship with Luke. He was unlike any other man she’d been with. He was physically attractive, of course. He was smart, and kind, and strong. She felt more connected to him than she ever had with any other man—or, at least, she had at one time. Did she love Luke Skywalker? The answer was obvious—she did. Of course she did. Why else would she care so much about what he was doing as a Jedi? Was she in love with him? She didn’t know. Maybe one day she could be, if he finally stopped trying to do everything by himself. If he allowed people to help him—to care for him. Even so, she doubted that he would want to be with her if she ever got the courage to confess to him all her misgivings. She wondered how he’d react. She wondered if she would ever make love to him again. She doubted it. After all, even if he did stop acting like an idiot, she was too emotionally closed off and she would never become a Jedi, and it was obvious that was what he wanted from a partner. So, she’d make the best of her time with him, right now. Her eyes opened again, and she watched his face as he continued to move inside her. He really was beautiful. As the thought went through her mind, he smiled and met her gaze. He placed his hands on the sides of her face, gently bringing her lips to his. Their kiss was long and languid and Mara felt a sense of calm envelop her mind. “You’re beautiful, Mara,” he whispered. “You’re so beautiful.” She knew he wasn’t just saying it because he was inside of her, or because he didn’t want things to become awkward between them, or because he had something to prove to her. He meant it. Nobody had ever said that to her and meant it like he did. Pushing all thought out of her mind, she surrendered to his embrace, tilting her hips so she could take more of him inside her. He grunted and began to move faster, filling her completely. Her moans grew louder as his hands caressed all over her body, determined to make her come first. It wasn’t difficult. Finally, she climaxed with a muffled cry of pleasure and he kept thrusting into her, crying out his own release and not stopping until they were both completely sated. As they both calmed, he kissed her slowly, placing his hand lovingly against her cheek. Eventually he fell off her, crushing her against the side of his body. They laid in silence for several long moments, Mara listening to Luke’s heart pound in his chest as his breathing slowly returned to normal. Through the Force, she could sense his conflicting emotions. It was obvious to her, because she felt the same things, too. She forced herself up on her elbow so she could look him in the eye as she spoke. “I don’t regret it.” He nodded, both relieved and disappointed. “But nothing’s changed,” he finished sadly. “Has it?” she asked, honestly curious. “No,” he admitted. “I guess not.” Sighing, she began to rise from the bed, but he held her in place. “Stay with me tonight.” “I don’t think that’s a good idea—” “How much more damage can we do? Come on, just for tonight—that’s all I ask.” She knew that she should go back to her room; that she should leave before it grew awkward between them. But she just couldn’t say no. Instead, she settled against him again and he wrapped his arm around her, gently stroking her back, as his other hand clasped onto hers. Reaching out to caress her hair, he said softly, "I'm going to miss you after we leave Plooma." She smirked, unwilling to let this get too serious. "You're going to miss me, or you're going to miss the sex?" "We only had sex once," he pointed out. "That's more than we've ever done it before, in case you had forgotten," she retorted. "Oh, I hadn't," he said, pinching her ass, which elicited a playful swat. "But no. I'm going to miss you, Mara." "Who says you won't be seeing me?" Luke didn't answer her question. He didn't need to. She knew they wouldn’t be able to move past this. Not until all their other issues were smoothed over. Issues that she refused to discuss. "I don't know why you'd miss me," she joked, trying to relieve the tension. "I haven't been the most congenial wife." Luke smiled, but answered seriously, "I don't think anyone could blame you for how you reacted to being thrown into this situation." If you only knew, Mara thought. If I wasn't so damn scared and stubborn. Luke crooked an eyebrow at her, but all she said was, "Still...it was wrong of me to take it out on you." "Don't worry about it," Luke soothed. "You made it up to me." Mara grinned, running her hands over his chest. "I guess so. Mirax should definitely let us back on her ship now." "I didn't mean the sex." "Oh." She didn't know what to say to that. It grew quiet, and all she could hear was the sound of Luke's breathing. “I meant it, Mara,” he whispered. “What?” “You’re beautiful.” She chuckled. “You already proved yourself to me, Skywalker. I fully admit you’d make a good husband. You don’t need to lay on the compliments anymore.” “Doesn’t matter. You are, Mara. Don’t ever forget that.” Mara couldn’t respond. She looked up at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. All her misgivings about Luke’s life as Jedi swirled through her mind. This night would have been the perfect opportunity to confide in him, but once again, she had been unable to confront him about his behavior, and even worse, she’d pushed aside all rational thought for a night they’d both come to regret as their friendship continued to unravel. Mara hoped that, one day soon, she’d be able to confess to him what she so desperately wanted to say because, although she’d never admit it to anyone else, she missed him. She really missed him. Even as he was lying right beside her. She closed her eyes, suddenly realizing the severity of what she’d just done…and she felt anything but beautiful.