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Day 11: Shutdown Routines (Star Wars)
Title: Shutdown Routines
Author: were_lemur
Fandom: Star Wars
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Luke Skywalker
Rating: R
Word Count: ~200
Warnings: none
Summary: Luke gets ready to sleep.
Disclaimer: Not mine
The twin suns have set, the work is done, the droids have all been cycled through their shutdown routines, and Luke Skywalker is ready for bed.
Though not quite ready for sleep. His mind is restless; most of today's chores have been done without any thought of all. During the day, he's thought of escape, of going to the Academy, of seeing the galaxy beyond the moisture farm, beyond Tattooine.
But tonight, his mind turns to a different kind of escape. He tunes into the holostream he's sliced into. His aunt and uncle would be shocked if they knew that he had access to this kind of material.
He balances the screen on his knees with one hand, and grasps himself with the other. Strokes himself hard, as the women (not just human, there are a few Twi'leks and other alien species in the mix) dance before the camera, shedding their clothing a piece at a time, all the while gyrating.
He doesn't last long; he never does. After he's done, he cleans up carefully, both physically and electronically.
Finally, his mind is as ready as his tired body to shut down for the night.
Author: were_lemur
Fandom: Star Wars
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Luke Skywalker
Rating: R
Word Count: ~200
Warnings: none
Summary: Luke gets ready to sleep.
Disclaimer: Not mine
The twin suns have set, the work is done, the droids have all been cycled through their shutdown routines, and Luke Skywalker is ready for bed.
Though not quite ready for sleep. His mind is restless; most of today's chores have been done without any thought of all. During the day, he's thought of escape, of going to the Academy, of seeing the galaxy beyond the moisture farm, beyond Tattooine.
But tonight, his mind turns to a different kind of escape. He tunes into the holostream he's sliced into. His aunt and uncle would be shocked if they knew that he had access to this kind of material.
He balances the screen on his knees with one hand, and grasps himself with the other. Strokes himself hard, as the women (not just human, there are a few Twi'leks and other alien species in the mix) dance before the camera, shedding their clothing a piece at a time, all the while gyrating.
He doesn't last long; he never does. After he's done, he cleans up carefully, both physically and electronically.
Finally, his mind is as ready as his tired body to shut down for the night.