Title: A Gift of Confidence  1/1

Author: Jade 

Email: kahenwood@yahoo.com

Characters: Luke and You

Category:  ABH   NC-17

Summary: Luke helps boost your confidence, among other things. lol

Disclaimer:  Unfortunately, I don't own Luke.  I make no profit from this
story, so please don't sue.  You won't get much but maybe a tic-tac. *g*

Archive:  Sith Cicks of course, anyone else please ask thank you. 

Feedback:  Please!  This is my first posting to the list, and I would
appreciate anything you throw at me.  Well, maybe not flames, because I burn
easily.  lol

Comments:  If you don't like it, blame Crysta!  She made me post it!!  lol
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You walk with a sense of purpose through your room, searching everywhere.
‘Where did you put it?' you find yourself wondering. Looking through your
desk drawers, you notice a stack of papers resting softly on the desktop.
With a small smile, you pick them up and glance down through the words. Not
for one minute do you believe that you're as good as everyone says. You
sigh, tossing the pile back to its resting place.

Shaking your head, you wonder if you will ever write something decent and
worthwhile. Perhaps you are on the wrong list. It isn't like you at all to
write about such things. Deep down, you know that you can write it and do it
well, but the fear of not living up to imagined expectations seems to win
out over your better judgement.

"And all I wanted to do was share my love of Luke with more than just my
imagination," you whisper to yourself, feeling abandoned by your own senses.

"Then perhaps you would care to share it with me," the statement fills the
air, shocking you.

You stand there, with your back to the voice, for what seems like an
eternity, before you slowly turn around. A pair of clear blue eyes are
staring back at you. Your breath catches in your throat as your mind tries
to tell you who it is standing there. His blonde hair is sweeping across his
forehead, setting off his brilliant blue eyes. You swallow hard, speechless.

A soft smile touches his lips, sending shivers coursing through your body.
Not sure if you are awake or merely dreaming, you shut your eyes to the
vision. Slowly opening them once more, he is still there, and as handsome as
ever. Your hands are shaking as you try to regain control of your senses. He
takes a step towards you, and you reflexively take a step back.

"Are you afraid of me?" he asks, his voice soft and melodious to your ears.
His eyes flit across your form and seem to take in every curve of your body.

"I-" you start, but then lose your voice.

"It's alright, don't be afraid of me. It's the last thing I would want," he
tells you.

"How did you get in here?" you ask, thinking that your mind is playing
tricks on you.

"The door was open," he replies soothingly. His calm voice steadies your
nerves a bit. "I sensed loneliness and sorrow. Are you alright?" he asks
softly, his eyes catching yours.

"Fine," you reply, as uneasiness creeps up on you. "There are so many people
out there in need, why did you bother with me?" you ask, curious now.

He smiles. "Because I know how you feel..." he begins, searching for the
right words, "about me," he finishes.

"What?" you ask, terrified that someone knows your secrets, your true
feelings that are hidden deep down within yourself. You've grown used to
hiding your feelings to keep from getting hurt. And now, here is someone who
knows? Your mind says run, but your body doesn't listen. Breaking your gaze
away from him, you look at the floor. Biting your lip, you think frantically
about what to do, but nothing comes to mind. You start, as suddenly his
fingers lightly touch your chin. You jump back in surprise, hitting your
back on the wall.

He doesn't say a word. Standing in front of you, as perfect now as he ever
was in your dreams, he just looks at you, his eyes burning into yours. He
knows your fears, your aspirations, your deepest darkest desires, and yet he
remains quiet.

"I'm sorry," you say softly. "I just don't know how to deal with this
situation. How am I supposed to believe that you showed up at just the right
time when I needed you most?" you ask, not looking at him.

"You need me?" he asked.

"Is that so hard to fathom?" you reply, glancing at him. "You say you know
how I feel, so tell me Luke," you say shly, speaking his name for the first
time since he arrived.

He steps closer and brushes your hair from your face. "How about I show
you?" he asks, looking deep into your eyes, taking your breath away.

Without a word, he leans in close, barely brushing your lips with his. You
shiver from the closeness of his body, but that soon ebbs away as he pushes
you against the wall with his body. You wrap your arms around him, pulling
him closer, wanting him...needing him. His lips burn into yours, as his
tongue plunders the depths of your mouth, seeking out the uncharted
territory lying within. With his fingers wrapped in your hair, he holds your
face immobile as the kiss deepens, awakening a desire for him that you no
longer try to hide.

Your body screams out for him as he lights the fire of passion within you.
His hands are moving gently down your neck, and leave behind a trail of
fire. The thought of having him consumes your mind, forcing you to think of
nothing else but pleasing him. His hands begin slowly unbuttoning your
blouse, and you wish he would move more quickly. As he pushes it from your
shoulders, he drags his long fingers lightly down your arms, and you hear
the soft fabric as it falls at your feet. Your mind barely comprehends what
is going on as your body soaks up every touch, every sensation he creates.

His hands wander slowly, caressing their way around your back to find the
clasp on your bra. You draw a sharp breath of air as he unfastens it, and
slowly pulls it from you, freeing your bosom from its confining restraint.
Tossing it aside, his hands take its place, gently massaging your breasts.
Running his thumbs across your pert nipples, you realize he is intent on
showing you pleasure. His mouth leaves yours, kissing the delicate skin of
your cheek, then your neck, until finally he envelopes your breast within
his sensuous mouth. You moan softly, leaning into him. His other hand kneads
your other breast. Moving his tongue expertly across the surface, he flicks
your nipple, driving you crazy with  desire. He bites down softly. You gasp,
and the sound transforms into a moan as he gently pulls your nipple with his
teeth. Moving to your other breast, he repeats his erotic motions as his
hand falls to your waist.

Deftly, he lets your pants fall quietly around your ankles. Pulling away
from you, much to your dismay, he stares at your simple beauty as he slowly
removes his shirt. "You are so beautiful," he whispers, and a pleasant flush
of embarrassment reddens your body. "You don't believe me, do you?" he asks.

You shake your head, having never once thinking yourself beautiful.

A smile crosses his features and catches your attention. He steps up to you
once again, cupping your face in his hands. "Whether you believe it or not,
you are beautiful on the inside, as well as the outside," he whispers,
kissing your forehead softly.

You sigh softly at his words. So few people ever see what's beyond the face,
and they never give it another thought. Too many times, you have been
overlooked because they never truly saw the person inside. "Make love to
me," you whisper, surprised at how much you are longing to have him within
you.

"My pleasure," he replies, taking a step back. Looking at you, he simply
smiles, his blue eyes twinkling mysteriously. He must sense your eagerness,
for he quickly leaves the remainder of his garments behind, and finds his
place once again within your arms. You pull him closer, your breasts crushed
against his chest. Whenever you move as you kiss him, your nipples slide
across him.

Pulling you to the floor, he rests you on your back, once again seizing your
lips with his. His hands slide down your body and grasp the elastic band of
your last article of clothing. Releasing you from his kiss, he smiles. "This
will never do," he says as he slowly slides down your naked body, and
removes your panties skillfully.

"I want to show you love," he states softly, his hands on your knees.
Without warning, he pushes your legs apart and brings himself back down upon
you. Kissing your lips once more, he moves down your body once again. You
glance down to see him smile just before he drops his head between your
thighs, making you scream with rapture. Grasping your hips, he pulls you to
him, making you writhe within his grasp.  His insistent lapping and constant
suckling drive you over the edge to soar in the heavens of bliss.

Slowly coming back to reality, Luke's face is the first thing you see. He is
leaning above you, his beautiful blue eyes looking down as he smiles warmly.
You reach up to touch his face, wanting to prove to yourself that it isn't
just a dream. Touching his warm cheek, you smile and drag your thumb across
the dimple in his chin. You feel his weight shift, but pay it no heed. You
have Luke Skywalker here with you and you intend on making the best of it.

Luke brings himself down upon you, his manhood prodding your very essence.
Capturing your lips, he positions himself and enters you in one quick, wet
thrust. You break from the kiss and breathe deep  as he pushes himself into
your moist depths. Slowly he begins to move, a simple rhythm as old as time
itself.  He is moving within you and your senses are overflowing. The fire
you once thought nonexistent, burns brighter and hotter than you had ever
imagined. Raising your hips, you try to match his torturous strokes, each
one bringing you that much closer to heaven. The lust rising in your soul
consumes you as the fire between your thighs rages out of control.

Picking up speed, Luke thrusts himself deeper and harder. He hits a
sensitive spot, and you cry out in pleasure. He must have noticed an
increase in your moans, for his rod soon hits that spot again and again.
Over and over he pushes you to the limit. Each moment that passes is one
step closer to ecstasy. Waves of blackness assualt your vision. All you can
feel is him inside of you, pulsating, throbbing, rubbing. There is no time,
no space, not even a thought in your head. He pulls out, suddenly, and
thrusts back in one last time, his seed spilling in you. You scream as he
triggers a climatic release.

Collapsing on your chest, his energy spent, he kisses your lips tenderly.
You are relishing what the two of you shared. Moving off to your side, he
pulls your warm sweaty body against his, kissing the back of your neck
softly and sending shivers down your spine.

A sigh escapes your lips, and you know that tomorrow, you will sit down and
recount this wonderful  experience, finally showing the list what you're
made of.  Feeling a calming peace invade your body, you drift off to sleep
in his arms, knowing there is no other place you would rather be.




~  5/27/00  ~