Here's a wonderful little piece written by Gabri_Jade For the SJRS vignette challenge. *shrugs* Don't know if it counts for anything, but this was my favorite. Good job, Gabi! -Emmi ____________________________________________ The Garqi sun was pleasantly warm and cast a pinkish hue upon the clouds she was watching so intently. A barely-there breeze kissed her face softly as she absently brushed back a stray curl. "That one looks like a fish," she said, pointing. "Not that anyone from Tatooine would know what a fish looks like." "I have seen fish since then, Mara," Luke said mildly. "That one behind it could be a Y-wing." "Maybe," Mara allowed, secretly rejoicing in the sound of his heartbeat in her ear, the reverberation of his voice through his chest, the feel of his arm around her -- and knowing even as she did so that her happiness was hardly secret. Not from Luke, anyway. She could keep up her usual hardened front and probably still fool the rest of the galaxy. She might even be able to fool Corran and Mirax, maybe even Leia and Han -- but never Luke. On the other hand, he couldn't fool her, either. She knew perfectly well how happy he was; how he was marvelling over the weight of her head on his shoulder and the feel of her Force sense mingling with his own. It was a game they played, sometimes; pretending that nothing had truly changed between them even as their mutual joy shone brightly in the Force, obvious to both. The game never lasted long. "That's a whisperkit," Mara said, lifting her hand from his chest to point again. Luke chuckled softly. "Who'd ever have thought that Mara Jade, assassin and smuggler, would be content to spend hours simply looking for shapes in the clouds?" "Not me," Mara replied. "And it's 'Master Trader' to you, farmboy." "If you say so, Master Trader." Her future husband sat up abruptly, taking her with him, and inched backward to lean against the tree they'd been lying beneath. "The grass tickles," he complained, rubbing the back of his neck. "For a fighter pilot and a Jedi, you sure whine a lot." "And if I do, what does that say about your taste in men?" Mara laughed. "I never claimed to have good taste." Luke winked at her. "Love you too, Mara." Mara grinned back. She pulled his arm closer around her and leaned against him to once more nestle her head upon his shoulder, feeling his inward smile as clearly as her own. After a lifetime of searching, they were finally home.