can we talk about ANH Luke Skywalker being stunned when reader is so forward with how much she likes him? he’s never had a girl so open with how much she wants him and his virgin brain starts to overload
WARM
Luke Skywalker x Reader
The millennium falcon is always cold.
Luckily, Luke Skywalker is there to keep her warm.
friends to lovers | porn with little plot | smut MNDI
oral (male recieving) | p in v | loss of virginity
no use of y/n | AFAB reader | third person pov
set between ANH & ESB
word count: 6400
masterlist | fic recs | ao3
a/n: this ask was sent to me literally almost a whole year ago and this has been sitting like a lead weight in my drafts and I just had to finally finish it. Anon, please accept my smut as an apology for my EXTREMELY late response, ily.
The Millenium Falcon was always cold.
Newer ships, even cargo haulers like the Falcon, were usually fitted with heating to compensate for how freezing space was. However, the Falcon wasn’t new. And sure, if she, Han and Chewie really wanted to, they could install some kind of heating because there was technically space for it. But then they wouldn’t have that space for the goods they were usually smuggling.
Although, as she lay awake in her small bunk in her just as small quarters, shivering despite her multiple blankets and jumpers, she wished that her fruitless complaining to Han to install heating, at least while they were temporarily working for the Rebellion, had actually worked. But, he swore up and down that it wouldn’t be worth it because they’d be right back to smuggling after this Rebel mission because it was their last one.
As if he hadn’t said that their last mission was their last one. Or the one before that.
She knew that a certain Leia Organa may have been the reason behind his sudden interest in being involved in any kind of political endeavour at all, and why he was suddenly dragging Chewie and herself through all different, new missions for seemingly not much reward, which was very unlike Han.
However, the young mechanic couldn’t complain. Especially when she got to spend so much time with another member of the Rebel Alliance that she had found herself getting close to.
She couldn’t help but feel almost relieved every time Han told her and Chewie that they’d be doing ‘one more’ job for the Rebellion. Especially this time around, when Leia had informed them that Luke Skywalker would be joining them for the next mission; a long trip to an outer-rim planet to collect some cargo for the most recent Rebel base on Hoth. The trip was going to be a week long and she’d had to bite back the excited grin that threatened to appear when she’d heard that Luke would be accompanying them.
She rolled out of the bed, taking one of the blankets with her and made her way toward her door, shivering even more when it opened and a gust of cold air from the hall hit her face. She shuffled over to the door across from her, knocking gently.
A groan sounded from the other side and she took it as her permission to slide it open.
“Chewie?” She called quietly into the dimly lit room, squinting her eyes to try and see better through the darkness.
“He’s flyin’ tonight.” A tired Han responded from the top bunk, voice muffled as though his face was smushed into his pillows.
“Blast.” She sighed in frustration.
It had become a bit of a habit for the young woman to curl up to the Wookie on particularly cold nights on the ship. In fact, there had been a few nights on some of the snow planets they’d done jobs on where Han had even crawled into Chewie’s bunk as well, leaving the Wookie to lay on his back with the two of them curled under each arm, heads laying on his chest.
Han, of course, would deny it if it was ever brought up the next morning, a ghost of a blush dusting his cheeks.
The younger woman stood in the doorway for a little longer, contemplating whether to retreat to her room again or not. When she opened her mouth to speak, Han spoke before she could.
“Not gonna happen, kid.” His voice was less muffled, making her think he’d at least lifted his head off the bed.
“But-“ She began, but was cut off again.
“Last time I let you up here ‘cause you were cold, you repaid me by shoving me off in your sleep.” He explained. She could hear the blankets shuffling as he moved to turn his back to her.
“You were tossing and turning, I did not push-“
“Well I don’t plan on falling 6 feet to the floor again either way, so you’re out of luck.” He exclaimed.
“Han!” She complained, only to be met with annoyed grumbling, ending with him asking her oh-so politely to close the door.
She groaned, rolling her eyes and closing the door behind her as she turned on her heel, standing in the hall lamely as she thought about what she wanted to do.
There had been a few nights where Chewie wasn’t available - or in Hans case, not willing to share their bunks, where she’d ended up sleeping on the floor of the engine compartment.
The mechanical parts and the electricity gave off heat when they were flying, and on cold nights, the compartment was a perfectly comfortable temperature. But it was loud. The hum of the ship was the worst down there, and while she may not be shivering from the cold, she would never get a good night's sleep.
She looked up from where she was standing and for a second, eyed off the door she knew Luke Skywalker was behind.
The idea of knocking on his door rattled around in her brain for a brief moment, but she ultimately shook it away with a sigh, knowing that as much as she would love to curl up into the blonde man's side, she was unwilling to risk the humiliation of possible rejection.
She rubbed her eyes, beginning to shuffle down the hall, toward the engine room when the door that she’d been eyeing off hissed open.
A blush graced her cheeks as a shivering Luke appeared in the doorway, blanket over his shoulders in the same fashion she had.
She smiled at his messy hair, clearly having been tossing and turning as much as she had been.
When he caught sight of her, he offered her a smile.
“I thought I heard voices.” He began, turning his body to face her, hands pulling the blanket tighter around him. “Are you as cold as I am?” He asked, clenching his teeth as a shiver ran up his spine.
She let out a soft laugh, relieved that she wasn’t the only one who was suffering, and began walking toward him, stopping in front of his door.
“I am freezing.” She laughed, “I usually curl up to Chewie, since he’s basically a walking furnace but he’s in the cockpit and Han just kicked me out so he’s not an option either.” She finished, eyes darting across Lukes freckled nose.
When she first met him, he’d been quite tan and his hair was a bit lighter, but now that the Rebels had set up on Hoth and Luke had been travelling in ships frequently, he’d lost the tan and instead, arose these beautiful freckles that dusted his cheeks. She’d found herself staring at them often, loving the way they moved with the articulation of his face when he spoke.
He gazed at her with his big blue eyes, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he wrapped the blanket around himself tighter.
His eyes had a gentleness to them that she hadn’t seen on a man in a very long time, maybe ever. There was a purity there. An innocence.
She’s pretty sure that’s what drew her to him. Ever since he’d stepped foot on the Falcon in his farming tunic and poncho with an excited glint in his eye, she’d been swooning. He was soft and genuine, sometimes even naive. Some may mistake those traits as immature and boyish, but she found them admirable.
Working as a smugglers mechanic often meant that she had to face their clientele, who were almost always asking for Han’s assistance for reasons that were anything but honorable. Be it power, or money or notoriety; it was rarely outside of self-interest.
So Luke Skywalker had been a breath of fresh air, with his selflessness and kindness. It had made her pine for him for the months they’d been working with the Rebellion.
The thought of curling up into him appeared in the forefront of her mind again. His arms wrapped around her, the feeling of his hands on her back. She nearly shivered at the idea, suddenly thankful that the cold temperature could disguise it.
“What’s your next option?” He questioned, a soft smile toying on his lips.
He leant against the doorway, looking awfully cozy in his blanket, sleep pants and socks as he reached up from the warmth of the blanket to gently rub at his eye with his fist.
“Would you mind having a cuddle buddy?” The words escaped her as soon as she thought them, so caught up in his freckled cheeks and messy hair that she hadn’t even considered the repercussions.
She felt embarrassment begin to slowly creep up her cheeks as she watched him process her words. His eyebrows furrowed at first, head tilting as if he hadn’t quite heard her until a look of understanding flooded him and she felt her embarrassment wash away when a soft blush appeared on his face and his eyes widened, looking like a deer in the headlights.
“U-uh,” he stammered, blinking hard. He cleared his throat with a soft shake of his head before continuing; “n-no, I wouldn’t mind.” He flushed, looking flustered and shy.
It was then that the ship jostled with movement, sending a cold rush of air through the metal hallway they stood in and she shivered, socked toes curling against the icy floor beneath her feet. She let out a gentle sigh, tightening the blanket around her as she moved her legs to try and warm her body up.
Noticing her reaction, Luke finally stood up straight, nodding his head toward his room.
“Come in here.” He beckoned, stepping aside to give her enough space to step inside his room.
It was her turn to fight away a blush upon hearing the tone of his voice. So gentle and calm and despite the innocence in his intentions, she found herself thrilled as she stepped into his quarters.
His room usually belonged to Han. Though, given that this mission was going to take longer than usual; Han had, with a lot of convincing, agreed to bunk with Chewie until the mission was over, giving Luke a room that had a single cot similar to hers. He had a few personal belongings strewn throughout the space. A book and notepad on the small table in the corner, a novel on the shelf in his cot, his Rebel jacket across the back of the chair and his shoes beside the door. She found a wave of domesticity flowed through her, feeling warm in her chest at the small insight of his living habits.
The room felt warmer when he closed the door behind her, the cold air of the sterile hallway no longer invaded the space they occupied, though the cold steel they stood on continued to burn her feet even through her socks, making her shiver as she turned to look at Luke, who was watching her observe his quarters.
He smiled softly at her as he shrugged the blanket off of his shoulders, revealing the plain white, long sleeved sleep shirt he was wearing. It was much more casual than his tunic from Tatooine or the uniform he wore on Hoth and she revelled in the privilege she felt at being able to witness it. She couldn’t help her wandering eyes, especially when he lifted his arms up to lay the blanket across his bed and revealed a bit of skin from under his shirt.
She averted her eyes as he began turning back to face her, a sudden realisation that perhaps sleeping in the same bed as the lead pilot of the Rebel fleet was not a good idea after all. Not when he looked like this.
See, being attracted to Luke Skywalker was one thing, but acting on it was another. This young man was technically her boss. Well, alongside Leia Organa, of course. And although Han had never much cared about dipping his pen in the company ink in previous endeavours or potentially even this one, she rarely found herself willing to do the same.
Being a smuggler's shiphand meant she was constantly on the move and constantly in danger and while the occasional fling or amorous affair had been offered, she often couldn’t bring herself to partake in them. Partially because the men she came across in her line of work were hardly worthy of such a gift, but also because, well… she needed connection. Romance. And that couldn’t really happen with the short amount of time they typically spent on their odd jobs.
And yet, as she looked up to see Luke’s red cheeks and nervous smile, she couldn’t fight the flutter in her stomach.
He was bashful and seemed to be unsure on how to proceed and despite finding it extremely endearing and sweet, she took pity on the shy young man and shook herself out of her brief stupor.
Taking a step forward, she dropped the blanket from her shoulders and mimicked his actions, lifting her arms up to shake the blanket over his bed and bending over to lay it flat, only for one of the end corners to end up awkwardly folded over itself.
Without much thought, she brought her knees on to his bed and leant forward to flatten the blanket down. She let out a gentle laugh, casting a look over her shoulder and opening her mouth to make a silly comment about how much she hated making up these beds but found the words dead in her throat when she found the blonde gazing blatantly at her backside.
She froze, suddenly hyper-aware of the way she was positioned.
She couldn’t blame him, really. The way she was propped up on her knees with her hands supporting her weight underneath her, where else was the poor guy meant to look? Anyone would’ve looked at it.
But the way his eyes widened as his gaze suddenly met hers and he realised he’d been caught staring gave him away, along with the blush that arose on his cheeks as he averted his gaze.
Delight overwhelmed her as she lowered herself down the slightest bit, suddenly coming to realise that her attraction to Luke Skywalker may not have been as one-sided as she’d initially thought. She felt a little bad, looking over at him to see him looking all embarrassed and shy, feeling as though he had made her uncomfortable with his gaze.
She felt hope build in her gut, alongside a ball of anxiety as she was unsure whether she was reading him correctly.
Though, his big eyes and pink cheeks made it terribly hard not to tease.
“Were you just checking me out?” The question comes out coy, a smile toying on her lips. On the surface, a means to poke fun at the young man but an underlying question. Are you as into me and I am to you?
His eyes snap back to hers, shaking his head.
“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“ He cut himself off when he saw her move her body toward him, taking a gentle seat on her feet as she gazed up at the man in front of her.
She watched the way he faltered as he looked down at her, seeming to come to the same realisation she had moments before that their current state and this current situation was so much more intimate than any other interaction they’d had. His eyes wander over her untied hair and comfortable clothing, lingering on her chest for a moment longer than they should have.
Seeing the redness on his cheeks and the way his tongue darted across his lips absentmindedly as he tore his eyes away from her is what drove her to make her decision.
Luke Skywalker was not just any man. He was not a bounty hunter or a part of the Hutts.
He was kind. Respectful. Irresistibly charming without even realising.
Maybe he deserved to be shown how good he was.
“I don’t mind.” She spoke, tone firm and reassuring. She looked up at him with soft eyes and an even softer smile, purposefully gentle to hopefully soothe his obvious nerves.
Her words bring his gaze back to hers, eyebrows furrowed in beautiful confusion. He looked so uncertain, as though he had just heard her speak a whole other language.
He shook his head,
“W-what?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper, arms hanging limp on either side of his body. He looked a little like a malfunctioning droid and the sight caused the corners of her mouth to tug further upward.
She shuffled herself toward the edge of the bed, bringing her feet down to the cold floor, the shock of the cool metal reminded her once again of the freezing temperature around them and a shiver ran up her spine. Though, this time it was less unwelcome. It brought a tingle of delight over her and she was pleased to feel a developing warmth at the apex of her thighs.
She watched his face carefully as she stepped slowly toward him, observing him for any signs of discomfort but could only find confused excitement swimming in his eyes. Although unsure and innocent, there was something about the way his chest began heaving and the way his pupils dilated that assured her that she was wasn’t misreading his wandering eyes. In fact, she’d decided that she was nearly certain that she was reading him perfectly clear.
He swallowed nervously as she approached him, coming to a stop toe-to-toe with him, faces close.
“I don’t mind if you look.” She reassured, looking at him through her lashes, bringing her hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, pushing past the nerves that had built up in her gut.
“I’ve been looking at you.” She admitted, eyes flickering to the floor in earnest, cheeks warming slightly as she forced her gaze back up to his, feigning confidence.
His breath faltered the smallest bit when the sentence left her lips and she watched as he blinked rapidly, lips parting and closing as he processed her words.
“What?” He repeated, voice thin and breaking mid-word like a pubescent boy.
She had to hold back the amused smile that threatened to spread across her lips at the sound. She couldn’t help but be sadistically pleased at bringing this man, the same grown age as her, to a nervous wreck with only a few words.
She nodded in confirmation, slowly bringing a hand up to clasp his without breaking eye contact. Her skin tingled as it touched his, cold fingers grazing cold fingers.
“Forgive me for coming on so strong,” the young woman began, looking down at their joined hands and running a thumb over his cold fingers. “You’re just so handsome.” She stated simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, unable to hide the smile on her face when she looked up to see him looking down at her in utter disbelief.
This is not where she thought she would be tonight. Fifteen minutes ago, she was shivering away in her bunk and now she was here, standing in the centre of Luke Skywalkers room, seducing him.
She was thankful to feel his fingers clasp around hers, a rush of reassurance flooding her as she gazed up into his stunned face, silence filling the room around them as his eyes flickered across her face before landing on her lips.
It was a split second, something she may not have even noticed if she wasn’t watching his so closely. But it gave her the confidence to finally ask;
“Can I kiss you, pretty boy?”
He was stunned silent, eyes sparkling with surprise as he swallowed nervously. He blinked once, twice before finally nodding his head yes.
She smiled softly at him, amused by his timid behaviour.
This was a young man who had stood in the face of fear and defied it. The man who saved the Princess from the depths of an Imperial ship. The man who blew up the Death Star. And yet here he stood, looking at her like she held the world in her eyes as she brought a hand up to gently caress his cheek.
He leant into her touch, gaze darting a triangle of her eyes and lips as she slowly leant in, guiding him closer with her hand as she did.
His eyes fluttered shut as her lips brushed his and she could almost feel the way he held his breath when her lips closed around his properly for the first time.
It was clumsy at first. Shy, even. His lips moved slow and unsure but with enough ferver for her to know that he wanted this.
The hand on his cheek guided him, slipping to the back of his head and threading through his hair gently. Her other hand lifted to rest flat against his chest, where she could feel his heart hammering wildly against his ribcage and the excited shiver that came over him when her fingers tugged softly at his locks.
His breath caught in his throat when it happened and she could hear the ghost of a groan that threatened to escape and it was then that she could no longer hold back.
She pulled his head closer to hers, letting out panted breaths between kisses as her hand trailed down his sternum and over his stomach. The muscles in his torso contracted and moved in response to her touch and his breath shook excitedly as it tailed down further.
Testing the waters, she lifted a hand under his shirt, bringing it up to the band of his sleep pants. She does it slowly but with intent, allowing him time to react and understand her movement and what she was implying.
He jumped when her fingertips grazed the skin under his belly button, hips retreating from her hand as though he’d been burned as he gasped quietly.
Her eyes widened and she went to move away, horrified. She opened her mouth, ready to apologise for pushing his boundaries but he spoke before she could;
“S-sorry, it’s just-“ He pulled back, red faced and wide eyed to look down at her shyly. ”Your hands are cold.”
She gazed at his blown pupils, heaving shoulders and kiss-bruised lips and smiles with relief, letting out a soft huff of a laugh.
“Sorry.” She mumbled before leaning forward again.
He met her half way, lips locking with hers with more confidence than he’d shown before. Though, judging by his fidgeting fingers and his quivering breath, she could sense that he was hesitating. Holding back. Maybe even unsure.
It was then that she became aware of the way his lips moved against hers; slightly tense and a little bit sloppy. The way his heart thrummed against his chest. The way his hands hadn’t moved from his sides despite hers wandering his body. And she finally realised.
Luke Skywalker was a virgin.
She pulled away again, looking into his eyes once again in search of confirmation of her theory. His eyes locked with hers with a furrow in his brow and a pout on his lips, seeming unsure as to why she had moved. He drew his bottom lip between his teeth in impatience.
“Have you ever done this before?” She asked abruptly, bringing her fingers to his stomach again, watching his face scrunch as he gasped at the feeling of her cold hand on his skin.
An emotion that she couldn’t quite place seemed to pass over his eyes for a brief moment as he blinked at the abrupt question. His face fell the slightest bit, into one of fearful resignation.
He paused for a short moment before finally wordlessly shaking his head.
She took a moment to process the new information, watching him intently as he tried to decipher what was going through her mind.
Taking someone’s virginity was not something she had anticipated doing tonight. In fact, taking someone’s virginity was not something she had anticipated doing, ever. And yet, as she stood and looked into his hopeful eyes, she was surprised to find that she had grown wet just from the thought of watching him experience a woman for the first time.
She toyed with the band of his boxers, enjoying the way he exhaled shakily as her fingers dipped below the hem.
“Do you want me to stop?” She asked in earnest, pausing her movement as she waited for his answer, the tips of her fingers hooked inside his pants, twitching with anticipation.
He shuddered at her words, eyes darting between hers as he gently shook his head silently but enthusiastically.
He exhaled as she began pulling down on the band of his pants and his cheeks flushed as her hands brushed past his pubic hair, finally pulling his boxers down enough for his cock to spring free.
She kept her eyes on his, unable to contain the smirk that spread across her face at the sight of his shocked face, completely unable to believe that this was really happening. Her smile only made him grow redder.
She finally looked down, pleasantly surprised to see how hard he was. She bit her lip at the sight of it, bringing a hand up to touch it delicately, gently wrapping her fingers around its girth.
He whimpered, drawing her attention back up to his eyes, only to see his eyebrows desperately drawn together, looking down at her hand that hadn’t even begun moving yet. His breath was shaky, chest heaving with each inhale.
Experimentally, she moved her arm, sliding her hand down his shaft only to bring it back up, pumping him slowly, revelling in the way his whole body reacted, shoulders curling inward as he shuddered. He let out a whine, breathless and involuntary as his hand shot out to her hip, grounding himself.
He opened his eyes to look into hers, watching her face through his eyelashes, looking beautifully pathetic with heavy breaths.
She picked up her pace and she bit her lip when he outright moaned, suddenly aware of the throbbing at the apex of her thighs, desperate to be touched.
She’d thought of him like this before, of course. In the dead of night alone in her bunk, imagining him in the hangars on Hoth in his pilot uniform. She’d nearly had a heart attack the first time she’d seen him working on his x-wing with his overalls tied around his waist. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt underneath, reaching up under the ship to screw something in, biceps on display. Slender fingers covered in grease. The image had burned itself into her brain since, following her to bed at night or to the refresher after work.
And now she was here, watching him gasp at her touch, listening to his sounds as he started fucking himself into her hand.
She let out a shaky breath and she pulled her hand away, suddenly desperate to hear more from him.
He looked confused, licking his lips as though he was preparing to speak.
“W-what-“ he was about to ask her something. Maybe what she was doing or why she had stopped. But before he could, she lowered herself to her knees in front of him, hands moving to pull his boxers down the rest of the way, leaving them to fall at his ankles.
She raised her hand to pump once again, looking up at his face as she positioned herself in front of his cock. She imagined she looked just as desperate as he did right now, silently begging him to suck his dick.
He said nothing, but lifted a hand to the side of her head, gently stroking her hair as he sighed at the movement of her hand. She leant into his touch, heart fluttering at the sweet gesture juxtaposing their current predicament, reminding her once again why Luke Skywalker deserved everything she was about to give him.
“You’re so good.” She praised, leaning forward to give his tip a teasing kiss, her hand continuing to work his shaft.
He shuddered at her words, pulling his lip between his teeth as she opened her mouth, allowing his cock to sit heavily on her tongue. A deep hum came from the back of his throat at the feeling, the hand on her temple moving to the back of her head for purchase. He however, dared not to tug or pull on her hair.
She enclosed her lips around him, looking up at his face as she took him into her mouth and watching the way his eyes rolled back.
“Oh, maker.” He mumbled to himself with shaky breath, shoulders twitching as she sucked, moving her head back only to bring it forward again.
The pace was slow. Nearly agonising, in fact. But she couldn’t help herself from teasing him. Not when he was throwing his head back and moaning the way he was. His fingers twitched in her hair, still surprisingly gentle despite the way his hips were beginning to move, desperate for more of her mouth.
She showed him some mercy, moving both of her hands up to grab at his. He seemed confused at first, almost ready to pull away for fear of having hurt her. But when she moved both hands to lay on either side of her head, he seemed to understand. She bobbed her head again, holding on to his hands as she did, encouraging him to move her however he wanted.
She hollowed her cheeks, moving her mouth over his shaft at a speed he began to set and she felt like the luckiest woman in the world when she looked up to see his eyes closed blissfully, mouth open and panting, sounds escaping his lips that she was sure he hadn’t even realised he was making.
The sight made her moan, the sound muffled by his cock. But the vibration of it made Luke gasp, and soon his hips began to move involuntarily. His eyes were closed and his grip on her head tightened as he thrust, seeming blissfully unaware of what he was doing, too caught up in the feeling of her mouth.
Seeing him so lost in the moment, so drunk off the feel of her mouth, had her moving her hips against nothing, frustrated at the lack of contact where she needed it most.
Desperate, she unwrapped her hand from his and lowered it to her underwear, now damp with her wetness.
She groaned and her movement on his cock paused for just a short moment as she circled her clit, revelling in the feeling of finally being touched.
The brief lack of movement brought Luke’s attention down, jaw still slack and eyes half unfocused. The sight of her eyes rolling back with her hand in her sleep pants had him moaning, needier and more high pitched, his movements becoming sloppy.
The realisation that he was close hit her like a tonne of bricks and in an instant, she removed her hand from herself and loosened herself from his grasp.
He whined at the loss of contact but let her pull away, eyes lidded and gasping. He watched her in dazed confusion as she rose to her feet.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t handle it anymore.” She spoke breathlessly, grabbing a hold of the front of his shirt and tugging him toward her, leading him toward his bed.
His eyes widened again as she repositioned them, turning their bodies and shoving him back so that he was sat upright on the edge of his bed.
She pulled away, standing in front of him as she ripped her shirt over her head, nipples pebbling as the cold air hit them.
She discarded her shirt to the floor and moved her hands to her sleep pants, watching him as he stared in awe at her body, still seemingly shocked at what was happening.
If she was honest, she was too. But her pent up desire for the man before her had her instructing him without even thinking;
“Take off your shirt.” She beckoned, voice soft but stern as she removed her pants, leaving her in nothing but her underwear.
Luke took a moment to register her words but the second he had realised what she said, he tugged his shirt over his shoulders with haste and discarded it, leaving him bare for her to see.
She sighed at the sight of his lean body as she stepped closer, kissing him gently as she removed her underwear, letting them fall at their feet.
The second her legs were free, she placed her knees on either side of his hips, perching herself gently on his lap, sighing against his mouth at the feeling of their bare skin connecting.
Luke’s hands moved before she could instruct him, wrapping his arms around her body to secure her in place, mumbling something under his breath that sounded an awful lot like ‘oh my god’.
She wasted no time bringing a hand down to him, watching his face as she did so, drunk on the sight of his pink cheeks and heaving chest.
“Do you want this?” She asked, hand stilling as she looked down at him, channeling every bit of her luciditity to ensure his willingness one last time.
“Please.” He begged, hands flattening across her back, roaming softly for the sake of feeling her.
She placed a gentle kiss on his lips before lifting herself on to her knees, positioning him at her entrance. He watched their pelvises, jaw slack as he watched himself disappear inside her.
He let out a strained groan, dropping his head on to her shoulder as she lowered herself fully into his lap once again. She sat motionless for a moment, adjusting to the size of him, savouring the feeling of him as he panted into her chest.
She lifted herself back up and then back down, letting out her own involuntary needy moan at the feeling, joining him as he groaned.
The thought struck her that perhaps they should be quiet, for Hans sake who was merely a few feet away. However, her mind was wiped clean when she felt Luke’s hand move to her hips, taking it upon himself to guide her down on to his cock, chasing the high that was stripped from him before.
A gasp escaped her at his sudden confidence and she moved with him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, threading her fingers through his hair.
She clung to him as she moved, loving the way his moans sounded right beside her ear, breathy and the tiniest bit whiny, mouth parted and lips grazing the skin of her shoulder. His hot breath was on her skin and his fingers dug into her plush hips, not tight enough to bruise but enough for her movements to be at his mercy if he wished.
A tightness began to form in her abdomen and she let out a moan as she felt it.
“Luke, I-“ she tried to warn, pulling away from his shoulder to look down at his face, but he was in bliss, jaw slack, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glazed as he looked up at her.
His usually neat hair was mused from her fingers and his cheeks were flushed and the sight made her thighs quiver as she let out another noise, higher pitched and desperate, eyes fluttering closed.
Luke groaned, dropping his head to her shoulder, hands moving to wrap around her waist, pulling her in tighter.
The new position is what puts her over the edge, back arching as she moaned. Her fingers tightened in his hair without thought, and she would’ve felt bad about it, truly, if he hadn’t let out a groan as she did, shoulders shuddering as he came right after her.
A long moment passed, where they said nothing as they relaxed against each other, panting into the quiet room as they come down from their highs. There was no sound except the ships monotonous hum and their heavy breathing.
It’s only then that she started to feel the cold again, though it was almost welcomed this time as she felt the cold air meet her hot skin.
She pulled back the slightest bit to look at the man in front of her, who still seemed to be in a blissful daze. But she smiled down at him and leaned in to give him another kiss on the lips. This time though, there’s no heat behind it. No sexual tension. Just an honest, loving kiss because she wanted to. And he reciprocated, lifting his hand to place it on the back of her head.
She pulled away only after the cold air began to bother her, lifting a hand to rub at her arm for warmth.
It was only then that it seemed Luke had become lucid again, blinking as he looked down at the goosebumps developing on her skin.
“U-um-“ He began, looking around at the room to find where their clothes had landed in their daze. “You should get under the blankets.” He stated, voice thin enough to need to clear his throat after speaking.
She nodded, lifting herself off of him and preparing to turn to look for her clothing, only to be pleasantly surprised to see Luke stand and lift the blanket of his cot up, silently encouraging her under without hesitation.
She smiled gratefully, muttering a soft ‘thank you’ as she slid under, taking an extra moment to take the blanket from his hand, holding it open for him to get under as well.
A blush remained on his cheeks as he lowered himself into the cot, deepening only when she closed the distance, scooting in so that she was tucked under his arm, head lowering to rest on his bare chest, a soft smile on her face.
He gazed down at her, a furrow in his brow that juxtaposed the satisfied smile that tugged at his lips. The sight of her, bare and under his blankets, curled up into his side made his head drop to his pillow with a disbelieving laugh.
“Han’s gonna be pissed.” He said, a toothy grin breaking across his face, giggling goofily.
