I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me | Luke Skywalker
Warnings: Implied sexual stuff
Word count: 1,306
It was official. The Death Star, well the second one, had officially been blown up. Vader had died. The war was over. It is possibly the best four words you will ever speak.
Of course, celebrations were in order with the little fuzzy Ewoks who, after attempting to consume you all, decided that they quite enjoyed your presence. Emphasis on YOUR presence. During the lapse of time between when Luke and them returned versus when you returned (you being significantly earlier due trying to communicate back to base), the Ewoks had taken an extreme liking to you.
Three are currently crowded around you, their fuzzy selves pressed tightly against your legs. There is no room to move even an inch. Well, you could, but likely you would end up falling flat on your face and knocking over a few more Ewoks. There is no denial that you enjoy them. But you need to go talk to your boyfriend, who has wandered off slightly from the crowd.
Han saves you, by
violently gently shoving the two in front of you out of your way, handing you a cup.
“Drink up, Commander,” he grins.
You chug it. It’s heavy alcohol and you wince slightly at it’s strength. But with no Ewoks around you immediately and the party really kicking up, the alcohol feels nice. “What is this?” you hand the cup back to him.
“Some strong stuff I may or may not have stolen from Jabba a long time ago,” Han shrugs. “It’s good right?”
You had to agree with that. Rarely did you drink, but this was something you wouldn’t mind at every celebration. “Very. Where’s Luke?”
“Your boyfriend’s over there.” Han nods behind him.
Luke is still away from the party, but a little closer than before. His back is leaned against a tree, a bottle of what you assume is the same thing in his hand. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen a drink, in fact. His blue eyes lock with yours in a snap. So you stare at him, deep into his blue eyes, deep into his soul. Deep into the eyes you will never get tired of.
Come here, you hear in your head, Luke using his new found trick.
“Sorry Han, gotta go talk to Luke,” you murmur, eyes still draw to your boyfirend.
“Be safe!” Han shouts.
You scoff, beginning to weave through the throng of dancing Ewoks and humans. When weren’t you and Luke safe? Well, actually, there were at least three occasions you could think of off the top of your head…
That’s not the point. The point is that Luke is now standing up right, watching you make your way through the party. It’s loud, it’s fun, it’s rambunctious. Who wouldn’t be happy that the Empire has fallen? But as you shift your hips and twist your waist a little to get past people, Luke is more concerned with you and your body than the falling of the Empire.
As you finally get past the last couple Ewoks, Luke walks forward, meeting you at the edge of the crowd. It’s like there is a bubble, or a mind trick, but as soon as you pass the threshold of the crowd, the party is significantly quieter. All the noises and screeches are suddenly pressed to dull murmur.
Luke extends his left hand to you, right still holding the drink he is drinking. He says nothing; just pulls you closer to him and traces your face with his eyes. He looks content, but little mischievous too. A soft smile with a little tug in the corner continues to display on his face as his hand moves from holding your hand to gripping your waist. In a sudden tug, he has you pressed against him.
You love standing like this with Luke. It feels like two bodies are becoming one: perfectly entwined. He may be soft and innocent most of the time, but when you two are alone, all of that goes out the window. Though he is indeed soft still, he is also passionate in a different way than normal and needier than he seems.
Luke leans down, his mouth nearing your ear. You can smell the gentle scent of alcohol on his breath.
“I can’t stop thinking about your hands me, sweetheart,” he murmurs.
Your lips tug into a smirk. You pull your head away just enough to look at him in the eyes again so you can see his reaction as your right hand moves to the waistband of his pants and your left hand trails to the nape of his neck.
“Is that right?” you respond, slowing rubbing shapes into his hip with your right, and tracing along his weak spot on his neck with your right.
His eyes shudder close. These are two of the spots that you’ve learned get him going quite quickly, and if he is already aroused, it will just make him flutter with need. So you move your right hand in towards the center of his body more, slowly tracing the button of his pants. The round clasp there is tempting to immediately just remove, but you two are in public. Better to tease and have him beg than to do something that’ll make Han make fun of you two for years to come. However, the hand on his neck stays, the tantalizing circles being drawn there causing his breath to suddenly pick with a huge gasp disguising a moan.
With how pressed together you two are, how aroused Luke is is no secret. As soon as he begins to get hard, you feel it; causing a slightly pressure between the two of you. The only thing driving you apart is also one of the few things that could, quiet literally, make you almost the same person. Ironic in a way.
So you shift your hips forward, pressing into said hard-on. Luke moans, shoving his face into your neck, attempting to cover up any extra noises. His hair smells nicer; the combination of grease from flying and the forestry from throughout the day has added to his natural scent, making him even furthermore desirable.
Him being mildly distracted, allows you to remove the hand from his neck, stealing the bottle from his hand. More alcohol would do no harm at this point. His free hand now also drops down, but instead of to your waist, it settles on your ass. His pinky finger falls right into the crevice between your ass and your thigh. The rest of his hand spreads its way throughout the surface, trying to cover as much as possible.
But you don’t mind. Instead, you take a swig of the bottle.
You were wrong. Han gave him significantly stronger alcohol, which is likely why the bottle is still 95% full. Never give a pure person such strong alcohol, Han.
You’ll reprimand him later.
“I just can’t stop thinking about your hands on me, on every part of me,” he groans, breathe stuttering.
“Then we should get outta here, huh?” you muse, throwing the bottle holding hand around his neck.
He lifts his head, blue eyes looking sincerely into you.
“Please,” he whines. “I want you so bad, baby.”
Oh, you know he does, as soon as the word baby passes his lips. Sweetheart, love, honey, darling… all words he uses regularly. But he only uses babe or baby when he is extremely turned and needy, which is obviously right now.
“Lead the way then,” you grin.
Luke perks up further, removing his hands entirely from you. He encourages you to do the same, quickly gripping your right hand as soon as it is free from his waistband. With fingers entwined, Luke leads you further away from the party, further into the darkness, and into a night of wonder.