Commissioned Art
I commissioned a beautiful piece of Luke/Mara artwork from SvenjaLiv over on Deviant Art. I based it on my smabble, Aftermath. 'Aftermath' is rated NC-17 but this art work is PG.
Isn’t it gorgeous? I cannot get over the serene look of contentment on Mara’s face. ♥ And hello Luke’s tummy and hips…. Rawr!! Svenja did such a wonderful job. I just love it. The color, especially, is amazing.
From Aftermath:
Mara shifted and stretched, her fingers brushing against warm skin in the bed next to her. Her mind instantly startled awake. Her breath caught in her throat but then relaxed, Luke’s warm, sleeping pulse echoing through her mind. But still, she didn’t open her eyes, afraid to find that it was all a beautiful, impossible dream. She breathed silently for a few moments, and stretched her fingers out against his skin. He was warm, and the skin was soft beneath the pads of her fingers. She smiled and let her eyes flutter open to eye the naked expanse of his back and the stark paleness of her fingers against him.
They had left the celebration on Endor late in the night. The party showed no sign of slowing down, fireworks and dancing pilots and Ewoks apparently being made of tougher stuff than everyone else. They could have bedded down in the hut again for the night, but Luke had taken her hand and led her to a shuttle to take them back to Home One. She had been almost reluctant, but the welcome from her fellow Rogues had eased her doubts, even if there was an awkward moment when she realized she had nowhere to stay on the ship. For once, Luke had been the one to shake his head in exasperation. She let him lead her to his room. They had both taken a quick run through the sonics and then fell together in the bed.
And now, Mara was unsure of what time it was. What day it was. And furthermore, for once, she didn’t care. As far as she knew, no one had been to their door since it had closed, and she hoped it stayed that way for quite some time longer. She pushed herself across the bed, ignoring the slight pulling pain in her injured shoulder, and pressed herself up against Luke’s warm back. She burrowed her head into the space between his shoulder and neck, slowing her breath to breathe in time with him. Her eyes closed and she slept again.
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