Title: Mirror, Mirror
It's odd how things in life work out, you think. You and Luke Skywalker have been on the lovely world of Sharlyn for nearly six days now and you are in the middle of negotiations with the leading advocate. The Rebel Alliance, now trying to become known as the "New Republic" is in serious need of rich allies. Sharlyn had long been an unbiased planet in a galaxy of turmoil. The Empire was in shards but its remnants still battled on. For the most part, however, its dark reign was over. It would, hopefully, no longer prohibit planets like Sharlyn to help with the needs of this new government. Mon Motha herself had sent the two of you into negotiations with this royal government along with her best wishes and strict orders to succeed. You have found yourself in a wondrous spot in life. You'd been schooled for many years to be an ambassador in one of the best academies the Empire had to offer. You had your future mapped out perfectly. That was right up until you finally saw the Empire for what it really was and joined the rebellion. And, now, after years of fighting and working for a better tomorrow, you've become what you always wanted. A peace-maker, an ambassador for a fledgling republic and, amazingly enough, a Jedi hopeful. You look over from where you are standing. You and Luke are in a small glass transport going from the government building to your temporary living quarters along with a stranger sitting off to the side, reading a document and minding his own business. Apparently, he was headed away from work as well on this dimly lit day. Despite the lack of sunlight here, the weather was humid most days and always warm. Your eyes linger a moment on Luke who stands near by, looking out on the fading day. His slender body is covered modestly by his Jedi robe but the hood is down, showing off his blonde, shaggy hair. You and Luke have known each other for almost four years now. You watched him go from a toughening warrior straight out of the battle of Ter-Tif when the two of you only knew each other by first names to the Jedi that stood beside you. Almost a year after the Battle of Yavin, his duties were as much ambassadorial as protector. The two of you have spent much time together over the passed six months and as of three months ago, you became lovers, your hearts made one by the lives you have chosen to live. The whole future is laid out before you and you can't help but see its promise. "What are you smiling about?" "Um?" you answer to the soft, barely audible voice. Luke's eyebrows lift. "You're smiling. And broadly." As though he'd conjured up the action, you feel your lips stretch in a full smile. "Just happy, I guess." Luke steps alittle closer then looks back out at the dark green land and purple sky that is laid out before you. The transport begins to slow and you can see the artistically-built apartment complex draw closer. "Something I did, maybe?" "Maybe." The transport stops at the drop off point and the two of you emerge, not touching each other nor holding hands. Both you and Luke are serious in your business and are mature enough to know what is acceptable and what would be considered risqué. But being in private... well, that's another story. You walk down the hall you had been let off in and walk in silence to your room. Luke has his own accommodations and that's were the two of you have been spending your nights for the majority of your mission but, tonight, because of an early morning meteor shower, the two of you have chosen to spend the evening and night in the room originally designated to you. You enter your suite with Luke coming in behind you and you swiftly check your room with a caution born of an adventurous life. It's a left over from the war and you would feel funny being so cautious if you hadn't caught Luke doing the same on several occasions. "Home, sweet home!" You stand against one rosy wall and let your eyes rove over Luke for a second. He had already removed his robes and was sitting on the bed which was the dominant piece of furniture in Sharlynian households. He was taking off his shoes, a sure sign that he thought they were staying for a while and that he felt relatively safe that they would not be called away. Their hosts were serious when it came to work-home hours. Overtime was unheard of in their society and would be deemed disrespectful. He looks up, sensing your perusal. The male shakes his head to ward off any questions. "I think it went great today…" he looked far off and shook his head. "Signed papers in... three, four months tops." You have to look surprised even though you catch his joke. He seems to think things are going slow but you know better. These things take time and patience. You're positive that he would rather be in an X-wing or honing his saber skills or... something else, anything else! "Smiling again?" The expression widens and you sit beside him, hooking an arm into his as you use the toe of your foot to kick off your own boots. "Just remembering back to the good old days of rations, fear and running for our lives." Luke looked up sharply. "You bored, too?" You smile lightly. "Maybe just a tad." "A tad?" "A tiny tad." Luke eyes sparkle as he smiles and pulls his arm away to wrap it around you. "Want alittle diversion?" "What have you got planned?" you ask, hearing the tease in your own voice. Luke snags the boots the two of you have kicked off and places them into a corner, pulling off his shirt and folding it up in one move. His physique is as manly as it could be. Long hours of training and physical exercise has made his body hard and toned, giving him a matured air to his still boyish features. "You sure that's wise, honey?" you ask as you stand up in front of the mirror at the side of the bed where a small dresser is placed. "I really want to see the StarFall later and you may make me too tired." His male laughter echoes out of his chest. "Not a chance. I already set my chrono for it." "Sharp thinking!" you comment, opening a draw and finding the personal hygiene equipment your hosts had left for you inside. "I think it'll be a beautiful site." You pause and pull out what you've been looking for. "Here we go." "What?" You show it to him and wiggle the soft-bristled comb in the air. "Take a seat, Skywalker. You could use some grooming." Luke practically falls into his spot, holding his balance as you move to sit behind him on your knees. You grin as your hands sink into his silky hair, finger-combing it then smoothing it over with the comb. His hair is long enough now to almost touch his shoulders and he had stated a week ago that he was due for a cut. Eyes closed and breathing calmly, Luke seems to be relaxing more and more with each stroke. You always have good hands when it comes to him. They were never rough or hurried. You give him a little kiss at his ear and he takes in a deep breath. The male moves away from you and stands up only to sit down beside you. You face one another and sit with your legs folded under. His long fingers worked efficiently to untie your hair and unravel the braids that had kept it partially at bay. You laughed, standing on your knees and shaking it out, knowing that it takes an army to undo and redo your braids. "This could take awhile." Dark blonde eyebrows shoot up. You watch as he rises up to his knees slowly, his pupils dilating. "That's not what I meant." Luke shrugs with a devious yet shy little grin and his fingers go to the hem of your decorative shirt, tugging at it softly. You pull it off and toss it away, chuckling softly. There is no resistance from you and he takes a step forward on the bed, his hands laying on your warm shoulders and massaging your slightly tense neck muscles, content with feeling your softness. You tilt your head and plant little kisses along his collar bone and up his neck. He smells like natural musk and ceremonial incense from the conference and the whisper of his cologne. Your pull back and lay your palms against his smooth face. No beard mars his soft skin. Luke's fingers give a gentle tug to the buttons on the fly of your pants and you flip over, getting rid of the cumbersome item. He stands and pulls his away as well, followed quickly by his soft briefs. You can't help but look. It was the appeal of any naked man to see what shape that certain part of him was in. And, from what you see, he was feeling very much in need. He pushes away your under things and brings you flush against him, strong hands cupping your soft derriere while his lips kiss the column of your throat. Your hands go around his back, raising goose bumps on his flesh as you cuddle him and brush suggestively against his body. You still suddenly as you look over his shoulder. That mirror on the dresser is opposite the bed, which you are on. You can see, in clear detail, Luke's lean body. From his shaggy head of hair down to his pink feet that hung off the edge of the mattress and everything in between, you can watch to your own wicked delight. Your narrow your eyes as you watch your hands rove over his back and follow the ripples of his muscles as they respond to your touch. "Luke?" "Yeah…" "Look…" The male pulls back, blue eyes looking to your face, then turning to where you gesture until he sees what you see. You move around so that you both face each other once more but are now both visible in the reflection. Your hands play up and down his chest as Luke stares, mesmerized by the sight of you and himself together. You look again, taking in what he sees, unashamed. A man, creamy and tan skin covering muscles that rippled visibly. Not skinny, nor bulky, his body was as fine as a dancer, or a swimmer. Dark blonde hair fell about a kind face that belied the heat and strength of the magnificence of a man in his lover's arms. And you, your body beautiful in his eyes and loved by his hands. Two people, no different than billions of billions of others but as sacred as the most precious creation. You are man and woman… mates. You belong to each other as much as to yourselves. "So beautiful", Luke murmurs. You are startled by the sudden kiss that Luke gives you, his lips covering yours, his hands bringing you against him once more. You feel his lips part against your own and his tongue slips into your mouth, rimming the softness of your lips. Luke deepens his kiss as your leg changes position to open you woman's place to him. Hands returning again to your behind, he pulls you against him roughly, sizzling inside when he feels your moist heat flowing against his aching hardness. Both of you steal glances to that mirror, catching dazzling glimpses of your sex playing out beside you. Hands moved more broadly and positions are made more open to add to that mirror's image. You delight in watching your own bodies move and are swept away by your mate's responding touches. Luke is a king! A master… a hero knight in bare skin. You smile unhindered as his hungry mouth descends on your breast. Your eyes cut to the mirror as he sucks gently and, instead of making you privy to his next move, it delays your reaction when he rises swiftly, his hard penis pushing against you. Luke hand guides it flawless into the pulsing center of you. He covers your mouth hastily when you gasp in surprise and lust. Luke's cradled arms pull you off your knees and lay you down on your back before him, using the position to better love you. Head to the side, he smiles when he sees your legs wrapped so tightly around his waist… but that was enough viewing for now. He seems to need to be with you, not your image. His eyes returned to you once more, making a bonding connection between you both as you moved both in the physical and in the Force. His presence is like a golden bath of loving energy. You do not aim for any high or pinnacle, yet. You both moved because the pulling and slipping of flesh is so erotic and natural… and you just wanted to 'be'. To be in each other forever without an ending... But nothing lasts forever. Things change… The movement becomes hungry again and you changed position, you on top and staring down at your Luke's flushed face. You moved steadily, intent on bringing you both the pleasure you seek. You see your man's head turn back to your mirror and you smile slyly, all too willing to give him a show. You throw her hair back to expose your body to him. Your hips flow in waves against his lower body, inner muscles gripping and massaging his manhood tightly. Inching forward, you let your tongue reach out to taste the sheen of salty sweat over his beautiful body. Luke feels the forewarning of his orgasm and he pulls back into the circle you make, gripping you and bowing his body like a coil. Your hands go to his head, tilting it back and covering his mouth with a devouring kiss. The kiss seems to ignite the energy inside of you both and your bodies burst, orgasms surging through both man and woman. Riding until nothing of the spasms remain, you melt against his chest. You listen to his heart thump against his rib cage as your own breath makes harsh sounds in the air. The beat thunders along with your own and slowly, slowly makes its way to a more unlabored rhythm. "Thank you..." You have to giggle at the relaxed tone of his voice. "You're very welcome and... I love you." His arms come up to squeeze you tighter and his mind whispers to you, 'I love you, too, my love.' You feel his hands lock over your back and you look over to see the image in the mirror of two lovers fade into the darkening dusk. But with that vision still in mind, you drift off to sleep. The End
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