Warning: Contains sexual content * * * Luke Skywalker entered the small quarters aboard the Jade Sabre and flopped down on the bed. He and Mara had just come back from a difficult mission and quite frankly, he was exhausted, mentally and physically. He was certain he had new scars on his body, and his black uniform was shot. Luckily, he had many replacements in the closet. With a groan of protest, he stood. Stripping off his shirt, he hurled it in a corner and peeled off his boots, depositing them the same way. He walked over to the closet and let it slide open. Yes, he had more black uniforms in here, as well as Jedi robes and undercover outfits for when he went on missions with his wife. He wasn't sure he was ready to get dressed yet, though; a nice long nap and then a hot shower sounded great. Mara entered the bedroom, sat down on the bed, and began to pull off her own boots. Clad as usual in her sleeveless black leather jumpsuit, she was a vision of beauty, even with her hair matted with dried sweat and a deep gash on her left temple. She pulled off her black gloves and threw them on the nightstand. "Going to stand there gawking all night, Skywalker?" she asked. Luke shrugged. "I like the view." She gazed at him through the locks of her golden-red hair covering her eyes. "Oh, really? Because I think I can make it better." She practically purred, "A lot better, unless you're too tired for it." "Oh, I'm never too tired for that," Luke replied, and began to cross to her. As he did, a thought popped into his head. "Mara, do you have any tattoos?" A gleam entered Mara's already-glittering eyes. "Yes, I do. Want to find it? It's in a place you hold a lot..." Luke chuckled. "Well, that leaves quite a few possibilities." "And I want you to explore every single one of them," she cooed. "I would," Luke replied with a grin, "but I'm still too tired. I could use some...encouragement." That feisty gleam in her eye once again, Mara rose off the bed. She already had her jumpsuit unzipped to fully reveal her cleavage. Now, she began to tug sultrily at the collar on either side, pulling it lower, lower...and she stopped, gyrating around and reaching down to unclasp her belt. The brown fabric fell to the floor, but Luke's eyes never left their target–Mara's perfect, round rear end, clung to promisingly by the leather pants she wore. Mara bent over now, giving Luke an even better view of that beautiful part of her anatomy, pulling her pants down as she did to reveal a tight pair of black panties underneath. Stepping out of the pants and kicking them away, Mara turned back to Luke and began to tug on the bottom hem of her shirt, pulling the unfastened collar down to reveal even more of her breasts before. Then she reversed the pattern, pulling the shirt up, and over her breasts, to reveal an equally-tight black bra underneath, which covered no cleavage at all. Stunned speechless, Luke had fallen back into a rolling chair that had luckily been nearby. Now, he watched as Mara pirouetted once, twice, and then pulled her shirt off, tossing it, too, aside. Then, back to him, she began to play with her panties. She pulled them lower, lower...allowing Luke to get a good look at the tattoo she had mentioned, which was an image of a thick red heart, the bottom tip pointed tantalizingly down toward the beautiful line that separated her cheeks. She pulled them lower, lower, allowing him to see even more of her full, beautiful butt... And then she pulled them back up, half-covering the tattoo. She whirled around, arms crossed, a challenge in her eyes and a coy smile on her lips as she bit her lower lip. "You want the rest..." she purred, "come and get it." And that was all the invitation Luke needed.