The next installment
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thamiris' Tuesday porn challenge. Here's the follow-up.
The story thus far: Han has been on a bender and Leia throws him out. Luke finds him in a bar. Han half-seduces, half-coerces Luke into sex. This is the morning after.
Morning light streamed into the room behind Leia, and Luke caught his breath at the sight of his beautiful sister. Memories of last night brought a flush to his face, but he met her eyes. She stared.
“You found him last night.” It wasn’t a question.
“Leia, I think he needs to go home today.”
She shook her head and he saw the bruises on her throat. Bruises that matched the ones he could feel on his own. “He can go to Hell.” Her face softened from the icy mask. “I’m done with him Luke. I’m too tired to fight him any more. You won’t listen, but I’d say you need to do the same.”
“Huh?”
“You’ve got that ‘I have to save the galaxy’ look on your face again. And it’s very pretty with those bruised lips and lovebites.”
“Leia, I-“
Leia shook her head. “I don’t have illusions about Han’s fidelity.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. We’re finished. I said that. I don’t want to talk about Han any more.”
“What did he do, Leia? What did he say?”
“Don’t give me the Righteous Fury of the Jedi look, Luke. He brought up Lievm.”
Luke’s face grew even darker. “He did with me as well.” He dropped his eyes this time. “I tasted you on his skin.” He remembered her taste, and the one night after Bespin when their grief and pain had spilled into a need for more human contact than mere cuddling could provide. They hadn’t known, then. And sometimes, Luke still wished he didn’t know.
Leia let the admission pass. She held up her palm and Luke saw the bruises around her wrist,. Bruises that would match the shape of the ones on his hips. In her palm, he saw three five-credit pieces. The bright blue plas pentagons were unmistakable.
“He left this on my nightstand. He can go as far and fast as his junker of a ship can take him, right to Hell.”
Luke wasn’t grasping the meaning. “I empty my coins onto the nightstand too.”
“No, Luke.” Leia sighed. Her brother was still something of an innocent. “You empty your pockets. He deliberately counted out the money and left it like he was leaving a tip for a whore.”
“Leia!”
“Check your night-stand, little brother.” Leia clicked off.
Han pretended to sleep as long as Luke’s rattling would allow him. When it became obvious the kid was deliberately slamming cabinet door and banging dishes, Han groaned and sat up. He cradled his head in his hands, not from a hangover, but because he remembered. He really hadn’t been drunk enough last night.
“Breakfast,” Luke said in that nauseatingly fake-cheery voice that people use around hungover drunks.
Han stared at the pile of food in front of him. Luke had produced all his favorites, including a sweet spice roll that Han had mentioned once.
“Luke, I’m–“
“Shush. Eat.”
“But–“
“We’ll talk after you eat.”
Han knew better than to argue with that particular look of resolve on Luke’s face. There was no compassion, no affection such as he was used to seeing. He couldn’t read a thing on that calm Jedi mask. But the blue eyes burned into him, making each bite he took an effort.
He ate all he wanted of the huge plate of food. Luke never took a bite, or stopped staring at him. As he moved to push it away, Luke said “Finish it.”
Compelled by the soft voice, Han continued eating. He made it down to the last few bites, pushing the end of the food around rather than eating it.
“All of it.” The same soft compulsion.
Forcing the last bite into his mouth, Han finally looked up. Luke’s stare was no less fixed. He took the plate away, and then sat back down.
“Now we talk,” he said. The chills that ran over Han’s back had nothing to do with the room temperature and everything to do with Vader’s words coming from Luke’s mouth. For the first time he really believed the story of the twins’ paternity.
“No. Now I go get drunk. Again.” Han started to get up. He wasn’t going to talk, didn’t want to talk. He didn’t want anything except a drink.
“Sit!” There was no increase in the volume, but the command, backed by the Force, shoved him into the chair as if he had been slapped. “You humiliated the woman who loved you. You brutalized me.”
“Hey, you asked me to.”
“No, I asked for sex. I didn’t ask to be used, insulted and have my own needs neglected. And you did not stop when I asked. That alone takes it out of sex and into abuse, if not quite rape.”
“Luke, it always hurts. You know that.”
“Yes, but I also know that if you had withdrawn, given me a minute and tried again, it would have been pleasurable for both of us.”
“Luke I’m–“
“No. Don’t you dare apologize. After what Leia told me, you don’t deserve the chance to. Lievm. You used it against both of us, Han. You had no right to throw that in our faces.”
“Oh hell. Luke.”
Luke looked at him with curiosity.
“My mouth gets ahead of me, you know that.”
“I know. But fifteen credits? Is that the going rate for a Princess downport?” Luke dropped three five-credit coins on the table, letting them clack and rattle. “A half-credit per bruise and five for the lay?”
“Now who’s out of line, kid?”
“How much do blond boys go for? What do you owe me?”
“Luke–“ Han gave up and reached for his boots. He was getting out of here.
“No.” His boots winged their way to the far corner of the ceiling as stuck there as if glued. “You will not run as you always do. You will stay and learn from your mistakes. Leia doesn’t want you. You managed to kill her love. I think you’ll find mine is much more durable.”
thamiris' Tuesday porn challenge. Here's the follow-up.The story thus far: Han has been on a bender and Leia throws him out. Luke finds him in a bar. Han half-seduces, half-coerces Luke into sex. This is the morning after.
Morning light streamed into the room behind Leia, and Luke caught his breath at the sight of his beautiful sister. Memories of last night brought a flush to his face, but he met her eyes. She stared.
“You found him last night.” It wasn’t a question.
“Leia, I think he needs to go home today.”
She shook her head and he saw the bruises on her throat. Bruises that matched the ones he could feel on his own. “He can go to Hell.” Her face softened from the icy mask. “I’m done with him Luke. I’m too tired to fight him any more. You won’t listen, but I’d say you need to do the same.”
“Huh?”
“You’ve got that ‘I have to save the galaxy’ look on your face again. And it’s very pretty with those bruised lips and lovebites.”
“Leia, I-“
Leia shook her head. “I don’t have illusions about Han’s fidelity.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. We’re finished. I said that. I don’t want to talk about Han any more.”
“What did he do, Leia? What did he say?”
“Don’t give me the Righteous Fury of the Jedi look, Luke. He brought up Lievm.”
Luke’s face grew even darker. “He did with me as well.” He dropped his eyes this time. “I tasted you on his skin.” He remembered her taste, and the one night after Bespin when their grief and pain had spilled into a need for more human contact than mere cuddling could provide. They hadn’t known, then. And sometimes, Luke still wished he didn’t know.
Leia let the admission pass. She held up her palm and Luke saw the bruises around her wrist,. Bruises that would match the shape of the ones on his hips. In her palm, he saw three five-credit pieces. The bright blue plas pentagons were unmistakable.
“He left this on my nightstand. He can go as far and fast as his junker of a ship can take him, right to Hell.”
Luke wasn’t grasping the meaning. “I empty my coins onto the nightstand too.”
“No, Luke.” Leia sighed. Her brother was still something of an innocent. “You empty your pockets. He deliberately counted out the money and left it like he was leaving a tip for a whore.”
“Leia!”
“Check your night-stand, little brother.” Leia clicked off.
Han pretended to sleep as long as Luke’s rattling would allow him. When it became obvious the kid was deliberately slamming cabinet door and banging dishes, Han groaned and sat up. He cradled his head in his hands, not from a hangover, but because he remembered. He really hadn’t been drunk enough last night.
“Breakfast,” Luke said in that nauseatingly fake-cheery voice that people use around hungover drunks.
Han stared at the pile of food in front of him. Luke had produced all his favorites, including a sweet spice roll that Han had mentioned once.
“Luke, I’m–“
“Shush. Eat.”
“But–“
“We’ll talk after you eat.”
Han knew better than to argue with that particular look of resolve on Luke’s face. There was no compassion, no affection such as he was used to seeing. He couldn’t read a thing on that calm Jedi mask. But the blue eyes burned into him, making each bite he took an effort.
He ate all he wanted of the huge plate of food. Luke never took a bite, or stopped staring at him. As he moved to push it away, Luke said “Finish it.”
Compelled by the soft voice, Han continued eating. He made it down to the last few bites, pushing the end of the food around rather than eating it.
“All of it.” The same soft compulsion.
Forcing the last bite into his mouth, Han finally looked up. Luke’s stare was no less fixed. He took the plate away, and then sat back down.
“Now we talk,” he said. The chills that ran over Han’s back had nothing to do with the room temperature and everything to do with Vader’s words coming from Luke’s mouth. For the first time he really believed the story of the twins’ paternity.
“No. Now I go get drunk. Again.” Han started to get up. He wasn’t going to talk, didn’t want to talk. He didn’t want anything except a drink.
“Sit!” There was no increase in the volume, but the command, backed by the Force, shoved him into the chair as if he had been slapped. “You humiliated the woman who loved you. You brutalized me.”
“Hey, you asked me to.”
“No, I asked for sex. I didn’t ask to be used, insulted and have my own needs neglected. And you did not stop when I asked. That alone takes it out of sex and into abuse, if not quite rape.”
“Luke, it always hurts. You know that.”
“Yes, but I also know that if you had withdrawn, given me a minute and tried again, it would have been pleasurable for both of us.”
“Luke I’m–“
“No. Don’t you dare apologize. After what Leia told me, you don’t deserve the chance to. Lievm. You used it against both of us, Han. You had no right to throw that in our faces.”
“Oh hell. Luke.”
Luke looked at him with curiosity.
“My mouth gets ahead of me, you know that.”
“I know. But fifteen credits? Is that the going rate for a Princess downport?” Luke dropped three five-credit coins on the table, letting them clack and rattle. “A half-credit per bruise and five for the lay?”
“Now who’s out of line, kid?”
“How much do blond boys go for? What do you owe me?”
“Luke–“ Han gave up and reached for his boots. He was getting out of here.
“No.” His boots winged their way to the far corner of the ceiling as stuck there as if glued. “You will not run as you always do. You will stay and learn from your mistakes. Leia doesn’t want you. You managed to kill her love. I think you’ll find mine is much more durable.”
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Date: 2004-10-26 03:11 pm (UTC)It's cool how Luke's the naive young one thru much of the trilogy (even tho' Leia's as young, go figure) but he goes thru so much that yeah, one rough night with Han wouldn't be much of a deterrent considering everything else he's dealt with.
Great part. I always love reading your stuff. :) KC