untitled Leia/Mara drabble
This fic is rated: PG-13 for implications
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Mara Jade/Leia Organa
Timeline: during RotJ
Summary: what if Mara and Leia had met in Jabba's palace?
Prompt: niicoly's request: I know you write Mara/Leia, so, I WANT THAT.
Warnings: slightly kinky
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days, starwars_saffic
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Rebel or not, Mara couldn't just walk away and let the inevitable happen. She called on the Force to put authority in her voice. "I'm sure you have something to do elsewhere."
The mercenaries shuffled out of the room.
Even in chains, Leia Organa was every inch the princess. "Thank you -- "
"Don't," Mara said. She cut Organa's clothes away and buckled the gold dancer's costume in their place, not allowing her fingers to linger on that smooth skin. She felt Organa tremble, heard her breath catch, and was suddenly glad the Princess' death wasn't part of her mission.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Mara Jade/Leia Organa
Timeline: during RotJ
Summary: what if Mara and Leia had met in Jabba's palace?
Prompt: niicoly's request: I know you write Mara/Leia, so, I WANT THAT.
Warnings: slightly kinky
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days, starwars_saffic
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Rebel or not, Mara couldn't just walk away and let the inevitable happen. She called on the Force to put authority in her voice. "I'm sure you have something to do elsewhere."
The mercenaries shuffled out of the room.
Even in chains, Leia Organa was every inch the princess. "Thank you -- "
"Don't," Mara said. She cut Organa's clothes away and buckled the gold dancer's costume in their place, not allowing her fingers to linger on that smooth skin. She felt Organa tremble, heard her breath catch, and was suddenly glad the Princess' death wasn't part of her mission.