Fic for Marriage Protection Week
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valarltdTitle: Not bad at all
Author: Angel
Pairing: Luke/Han
Rating: R for nudity and gore
Summary: The boys undergo a Corellian ritual
Website: Lady Angel's Den of Debuachery
Feedback: Always a joy
Disclaimer: Not mine. The Great Flanneled One's. If they were mine, they'd have a lot more fun tho'.
Notes: For "The Worst Moment" challenge.
This is not the worst moment of my life, Luke Skywalker reminded himself as the night breeze caressed his naked body, stroking over his bound wrists like a conscientious lover.
It’s not even in the top twenty, he added silently, resisting the urge to fling away blindfold and bonds and bolt.
Diving headfirst into an Imperial garbage compactor and being stuffed inside a tauntaun were far, far nastier. He stood perfectly still. The experience of slowly cooling nerf guts squishing between his bare toes had been bad enough once.
He stood, ankle-deep in his half of the split nerf, waiting. He didn’t reach out and sense the people around him. He didn’t have to, they were talking in a low murmur. He didn’t focus on any one conversation, not after catching a rather lascivious remark about him having a “nice lightsaber.”
The night smelled of incense, tree resin, the sea and blood. The breeze off the ocean caressed him again, this time joined by a hand at his elbow.
“It is time.” Wedge’s voice was soft and solemn. He steadied Luke as he stepped out of the nerf, then let him make the three ritual paces alone. He was at Luke’s side again, reminding him to turn to his right and walk. Six full paces this time, and Luke turned to his left.
Someone warm and equally naked bumped against his back. Errant wind brought the tickle of wookiee fur to his side. Before he could ask if Han was completely sure about this idea, he heard Leia.
“Blood poured out, a river between us. They have walked through the river of blood to this moment. What say you, eldest of your clan?” Luke twined his fingers with Han’s, feeling out the knots that bound their hands.
“I say they have walked through blood and fire to this moment, this compact. Should they dishonor it or dissolve it, let a river of blood be poured out between us. What say you, eldest of your house?” Elka, the oldest of Han’s living sisters, projected the question with the same flair Leia had.
“May it be as you say,” Leia agreed.
Luke felt Wedge’s hands at the back of his head. The blindfold came down, and he turned blinked against the light from the two lines of torches. He turned and looked in time to see Leia slide a small knife along the tall blonde woman’s palm, drawing blood. Elka did the same in return. The women came down and each used the blood from the cut to paint the initial of her family on her brother’s cheek. Then, they circled the men twice, and Leia marked Han and Elka did the same for Luke.
“And the blood of both houses upon you, should either prove false,” the women said together.
They joined bleeding palms and kissed each other’s cheeks, as clan matriarchs always did, before walking off.
The spectators followed them, and even Wedge and Chewbacca went, leaving the bound men alone on the Path of Blood between the torches. Luke looked at the very distinct bloody footprints he had left on the sandstone walkway. Older, darker blood stained it.
Behind him, he felt Han twisting in the bonds, fighting to loosen them. He stilled Han’s fingers with a touch and set to untying the knots. It had to be done by hand, but he visualized them with the Force, which made it much easier.
When he got Han free, Han turned around and untied him. They stood staring at each other for a moment, the torchlight and bloody letters on their faces making them look as savage as the clans that had created the ritual.
Luke, unable to resist, seized Han and kissed him, burying his hands in the thick hair, devouring his mouth. He could feel the warmth of Han’s naked body against him, and the first stirrings of the interest his kiss was creating. Han’s arms were tight around him, pressing him in closer, arousing him as well.
There was no time for more. Han led him away from the Path of Blood, to a private conifer grove where his own clothes and a basin of warm water awaited him. They washed and dressed quickly, leaving the letters on their faces as was expected.
The nearby beach was lit by fires, and the smell of good cooking was everywhere. Music echoed off the ocean and bounced back from the nearby cliffs. Leia and Elka were near one of the largest fires, and Chewbacca had staked himself a place near a smaller one. He let out a hooting yowl when he saw the men, and all the noise ceased.
As they stepped into the circle of firelight, the whole party broke into applause. They were never sure who started it (although the smart money was on Wedge), but a chant of “kiss, kiss, kiss” soon overtook the clapping.
“Why not?” Luke said, smiling up at Han.
It was as long and slow as the one on the Path had been, and the applause was even more thunderous this time.
Elka led them to a table, laid out with food for them. Han picked up a piece of ginji fruit and fed it to Luke. Luke found a piece of bread and returned the favor.
Han coughed. “That was full of shini spice, Elka!” The crowd roared at the mention of the traditional aphrodesiac.
Luke held a cup up for Han to drink. He tipped it back to Luke and then kissed away the drop of the cloudberry wine from his mouth.
The revelry resumed, and they sat quietly, feeding each other tidbits and watching the party.
Leia came and sat beside them for a moment, her bandaged hand resting over Luke’s. “Be happy.” She kissed him gently on the forehead before leaving to dance with Wedge.
“So, helluva a wedding, huh, kid?”
“I never figured you for such a traditionalist.” Luke slid around on the bench and let Han wrap him up in his arms.
“Some things just have to be done right. You know that, Luke.”
“Yes.” Luke’s agreement was soft as he tipped his face back. Han kissed him gently and ran his hands over Luke’s chest and arms.
“Besides, I ain’t that much of a traditionalist. Used to be, the couple had to consummate the wedding there on the Path after they got untied. Elka and Hend did.”
“Thank the Force for small mercies. I think I want privacy for that.”
“Yeah, wait till you see the bower our sisters put together.”
Luke kissed the wickedly promising grin away. He’d read about traditional Corellian wedding bowers: the family would find a secluded grove and make a small hut of branches and flowers. In it they would put a comfortable mattress and everything they thought the newly married couple would need for the night. He and Han would definitely be leaving the party early to examine the handiwork.
Author: Angel
Pairing: Luke/Han
Rating: R for nudity and gore
Summary: The boys undergo a Corellian ritual
Website: Lady Angel's Den of Debuachery
Feedback: Always a joy
Disclaimer: Not mine. The Great Flanneled One's. If they were mine, they'd have a lot more fun tho'.
Notes: For "The Worst Moment" challenge.
This is not the worst moment of my life, Luke Skywalker reminded himself as the night breeze caressed his naked body, stroking over his bound wrists like a conscientious lover.
It’s not even in the top twenty, he added silently, resisting the urge to fling away blindfold and bonds and bolt.
Diving headfirst into an Imperial garbage compactor and being stuffed inside a tauntaun were far, far nastier. He stood perfectly still. The experience of slowly cooling nerf guts squishing between his bare toes had been bad enough once.
He stood, ankle-deep in his half of the split nerf, waiting. He didn’t reach out and sense the people around him. He didn’t have to, they were talking in a low murmur. He didn’t focus on any one conversation, not after catching a rather lascivious remark about him having a “nice lightsaber.”
The night smelled of incense, tree resin, the sea and blood. The breeze off the ocean caressed him again, this time joined by a hand at his elbow.
“It is time.” Wedge’s voice was soft and solemn. He steadied Luke as he stepped out of the nerf, then let him make the three ritual paces alone. He was at Luke’s side again, reminding him to turn to his right and walk. Six full paces this time, and Luke turned to his left.
Someone warm and equally naked bumped against his back. Errant wind brought the tickle of wookiee fur to his side. Before he could ask if Han was completely sure about this idea, he heard Leia.
“Blood poured out, a river between us. They have walked through the river of blood to this moment. What say you, eldest of your clan?” Luke twined his fingers with Han’s, feeling out the knots that bound their hands.
“I say they have walked through blood and fire to this moment, this compact. Should they dishonor it or dissolve it, let a river of blood be poured out between us. What say you, eldest of your house?” Elka, the oldest of Han’s living sisters, projected the question with the same flair Leia had.
“May it be as you say,” Leia agreed.
Luke felt Wedge’s hands at the back of his head. The blindfold came down, and he turned blinked against the light from the two lines of torches. He turned and looked in time to see Leia slide a small knife along the tall blonde woman’s palm, drawing blood. Elka did the same in return. The women came down and each used the blood from the cut to paint the initial of her family on her brother’s cheek. Then, they circled the men twice, and Leia marked Han and Elka did the same for Luke.
“And the blood of both houses upon you, should either prove false,” the women said together.
They joined bleeding palms and kissed each other’s cheeks, as clan matriarchs always did, before walking off.
The spectators followed them, and even Wedge and Chewbacca went, leaving the bound men alone on the Path of Blood between the torches. Luke looked at the very distinct bloody footprints he had left on the sandstone walkway. Older, darker blood stained it.
Behind him, he felt Han twisting in the bonds, fighting to loosen them. He stilled Han’s fingers with a touch and set to untying the knots. It had to be done by hand, but he visualized them with the Force, which made it much easier.
When he got Han free, Han turned around and untied him. They stood staring at each other for a moment, the torchlight and bloody letters on their faces making them look as savage as the clans that had created the ritual.
Luke, unable to resist, seized Han and kissed him, burying his hands in the thick hair, devouring his mouth. He could feel the warmth of Han’s naked body against him, and the first stirrings of the interest his kiss was creating. Han’s arms were tight around him, pressing him in closer, arousing him as well.
There was no time for more. Han led him away from the Path of Blood, to a private conifer grove where his own clothes and a basin of warm water awaited him. They washed and dressed quickly, leaving the letters on their faces as was expected.
The nearby beach was lit by fires, and the smell of good cooking was everywhere. Music echoed off the ocean and bounced back from the nearby cliffs. Leia and Elka were near one of the largest fires, and Chewbacca had staked himself a place near a smaller one. He let out a hooting yowl when he saw the men, and all the noise ceased.
As they stepped into the circle of firelight, the whole party broke into applause. They were never sure who started it (although the smart money was on Wedge), but a chant of “kiss, kiss, kiss” soon overtook the clapping.
“Why not?” Luke said, smiling up at Han.
It was as long and slow as the one on the Path had been, and the applause was even more thunderous this time.
Elka led them to a table, laid out with food for them. Han picked up a piece of ginji fruit and fed it to Luke. Luke found a piece of bread and returned the favor.
Han coughed. “That was full of shini spice, Elka!” The crowd roared at the mention of the traditional aphrodesiac.
Luke held a cup up for Han to drink. He tipped it back to Luke and then kissed away the drop of the cloudberry wine from his mouth.
The revelry resumed, and they sat quietly, feeding each other tidbits and watching the party.
Leia came and sat beside them for a moment, her bandaged hand resting over Luke’s. “Be happy.” She kissed him gently on the forehead before leaving to dance with Wedge.
“So, helluva a wedding, huh, kid?”
“I never figured you for such a traditionalist.” Luke slid around on the bench and let Han wrap him up in his arms.
“Some things just have to be done right. You know that, Luke.”
“Yes.” Luke’s agreement was soft as he tipped his face back. Han kissed him gently and ran his hands over Luke’s chest and arms.
“Besides, I ain’t that much of a traditionalist. Used to be, the couple had to consummate the wedding there on the Path after they got untied. Elka and Hend did.”
“Thank the Force for small mercies. I think I want privacy for that.”
“Yeah, wait till you see the bower our sisters put together.”
Luke kissed the wickedly promising grin away. He’d read about traditional Corellian wedding bowers: the family would find a secluded grove and make a small hut of branches and flowers. In it they would put a comfortable mattress and everything they thought the newly married couple would need for the night. He and Han would definitely be leaving the party early to examine the handiwork.
