Title: So Damn Lucky Author(s): mayo_durron_666 [SITH_MAYO] Timeframe: 19ABY Characters: Mara Jade, Luke Skywalker Genre: Short story, EU, Romance, Mush, Comedy? Keywords: Dinner, tension, desire … Summary: It’s a few days away from their big wedding, they have public outings to go to and would rather be elsewhere .. doing something else. Will they eventually get to desert? Notes: Disclaimer. Just playing with SW toys. So Damn Lucky ~Part 1~ Her hand kept pressing the lift button. Had it stopped? Were they supposed to get off? Did it really matter? She moaned as Luke’s enticing lips nibbled their way down her neck. Every thought was slipping away fast. The strength to push him away had switched to hold him closer. What was happening to her? Mara Jade could no longer think clearly. And in that moment she began to care less and less about their important appointment. A function? Some kind of dinner? Or was it a ball? She couldn’t even recall what it was anymore. “Press the button all you want, sweetheart,” Luke whispered into her ear hoarsely, “you’re not going anywhere.” His harsh voice tickled over her skin, so intimate and seductive, it made her shiver with excitement. He was at the edge of his control. And Mara found it far too exciting. Unable to resist she captured his mouth with hers. There was nothing sweet about this kiss. It drowned them in passion and touched a primal lust that went soul deep. They tugged at each other’s clothing, desperate for any skin on skin contact, whilst their lips caressed hungrily. “Don’t tear the dress.” Mara barely managed to plead. Just as distracted, he replied, “.. As long as you don’t rip off any of my shirt’s buttons.” Growling low in his throat, Luke pressed her against the lift wall and indulged himself. She was so beautiful. With her stunning face flustered, fiery curls of hair in disarray, her tantalizing hourglass-figure in the sexiest ruby coloured dress, the silkiest legs on a woman and emerald eyes meant for falling into. Even wild, raging to have her in every way imaginable, she accepted him totally. Mindlessly she met his fierce kisses eagerly, giving as good as she got. Tongues dancing. Teeth nipping. Lips greedily caressing. They were drunk for each other. So ravenous. It was painful to still be fully dressed. Somehow Mara’s deft fingers had unbuttoned half of his shirt and were stroking his chest. Luke’s mind was a haze of desire. He couldn’t pull himself away if his life depended on it. In that second he was utterly lost in his gorgeous woman. And she was most definitely his. Catching that thought through their bond, Mara mumbled against his lips sincerely, “Always Luke …” Kissing her senseless, Luke’s commanding hands touched her all over, heating her entire body. He captured both her hands and pinned them to the wall. His usual calm was gone. He wanted to devour her at his own leisure. Mara gasped as he turned rough. Her pulse pounded with anticipation as she saw his blue eyes swirl a stormier shade of sapphire. His body was solid, radiating heat and nearly crushing hers with his closeness. And still she wanted more. She wanted all of him. As their kisses grew fiercer an unwanted voice interrupted. “-Alright .. There we go!” The lift door hissed opened. And Han, dressed smarter than usual, was knelt by the elevator control panel with a handy tool in his grasp. His jaw nearly hit the floor. Stood next to him, dressed regally in a striking dark indigo gown, Leia grinned. She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing out loud and shook her head. Out the corner of her eye, Mara caught sight of Solo on his knees and Leia giggling quietly. The passion vanished into absolute embarrassment. Seemed even Jedi could get caught out. Luke realised at the same time she did. Together they both pulled back, blushing furiously, rearranging their clothing and clearing their suddenly dry throats. Recovering from shock, Han rose to his full height and smirked, “So … you two don’t need starters I assume?” “I think they’ve had theirs.” Leia tugged at her husband’s arm, “Come on, let’s leave these horny Jedi to tidy themselves up.” “You two are so lucky we’re not holonet paparazzi.” Han chuckled as he walked away, “Boy they’d get one hell of a show!” Leaning against the wall, Mara brushed a shaky hand over her hair as she sighed, “Well … we almost gave your sister and brother-in-law a show with their dinner.” Laughing softly, Luke buttoned up his shirt and gave her a saucy grin, “We could still escape.” Mara glanced up from fixing and smoothing out her garment. She smiled back and spoke mischievously, “We are good at escaping …” “And I consider this a dangerous situation,” He whispered hotly, wrapping his arms around her slim waist, drawing her back to his warmth, “I think we should save ourselves.” Slipping her arms up round his neck, Mara melted against him and moaned in contentment. He was so persuasive sometimes. She was sure he was winning her over more easily every time. Or was she just becoming more susceptible to his charms? A low whistled disturbed their tender moment. “Would you like some ice with that, Skywalker? She looks too hot to handle.” Luke rolled his eyes. And Mara huffed in irritation. It wasn’t meant to be tonight. Together they both exited the lift, hand in hand, greeting their friend with the same disappointed tone in unison, “Lando, always a pleasure …” Guess they would have to figure out an escape plan later on in the evening. Both of them could not wait to get the frak out of there. The next few hours were likely to be hell. So close and yet so far.