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Tango Under Our Stars

Title: Tango under our stars

Rating: NC-17

Summary: A All Hollow’s Eve party turned into a sexy tango for Luke and Emalee Skywalker, not just on the dance floor. Disclaimer: Star Wars is George’s and now Disney as well, even though I wish I could have some part in it. But I guess that is life.

Warning: Luke being sexy

Timeline: Legends, EU, 29 ABY (Alternative Universe)

Author's Note: Luke has been married to Emalee for almost eight years, have seven children, three and two sets of twins (Kristofer, Annika, Alec, twins, Jenna, Jayden, Taylor and Tyler). Please read…but don’t be hurtful…be kind. Remember a loyal friend laughs at her jokes when they're not so good, and sympathizes with her problems when they're not so bad. ~Arnold H. Glasgow.

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New Republican Minister of State, Emalee Skywalker drifted through the Organa Solo apartment and admired the spooky splendor of the All Hollow’s Eve party; fake cobwebs hung from the walls, paper lanterns dangled from the ceiling, and she didn’t know who made it so that a ghost appeared in a ghoulish green willow-the-wisp form flying around the room, it could have been Jacen, Anakin or Jaina, but since they were on Yavin IV at the Jedi Academy she had a feeling it was Han’s doing.

She had to admit, Leia did do a wonderful job decorating. Spooky decorations, all colored black and orange to fit in with the theme, had been pasted over the walls, and grinning jack-o-lanterns spewed flickering candle light from the corners of the room. Classic spooky tunes were being piped into the mess over the intercom, and the partygoers were either talking excitedly in small groups or were dancing on the makeshift dance floor in the living room.

Since her children, Kristofer, Annika, Alec, twins, Jenna, Jayden, Taylor and Tyler were with their grandparents on Penna enjoying the holiday with their cousins, along with Artoo, and their cats and dogs, Emalee helped Leia the previous day baking up a storm, and the kitchen now was full of the delicious smells of pumpkin pie, caramel apples, and more sugary treats then any normal person could possibly hope to eat in one night. There was even a giant punch bowl in one corner filled with a spooky bubbling brew, and though it smelled distinctly alcoholic, Emalee couldn’t attest to the contents; though she happily helped herself to a glass of the very green liquid.

“Cara Mia,” a voice whispered in her ear, speaking Pennian to her. Emalee smiled and turned to find Luke at her side, a devilish grin on his handsome face as he straightened his Jomez Adams costume and quirked an eyebrow at her.

“Mon Cher,” she purred in return, drawling out the nickname as she twirled in place so her Mortikia Adams dress fanned out around her feet. Emalee had been running late, that night with meetings with delegates from the planet of Henkion and told Luke she’d met him at Leia’s, so even though they had a ‘couple’s costume’ she hadn’t seen it on him, until right now….and she had to admit, he looked amazing.

Luke caught her in his arms and wrapped his hands around her waist; the cinched waist so small that his fingertips almost touched, he wouldn’t know then by touching her, that she’d given him seven children. He gazed at her adoringly, his warm blue eyes roving over her features as though hungry for the sight of her. The long black wig she was wearing fell around her face like a frame and he brushed it behind her shoulders and gently trailed a thumb over her lip that was stained with black lipstick.

Since he hadn’t seen her before he left their apartment, for she was still at the office, he had to admit she looked breathtaking and the dress left little to the imagination, since it was very low cute, and very sexy. “You look stunning, my love,” he murmured huskily. “How do I look?”

Emalee tried to keep a straight face as she raked her eyes over his face, taking in his slicked back dyed black hair and false pencil mustache; he looked darkly handsome. With a small smirk and stepped forward and kissed his cheek, aware that she would leave a lipstick mark, but loving the idea that she would be marking him as hers for the rest of the evening. “Disturbing,” she quoted with a smile.

Luke laughed softly and slipped an arm around her waist, his fingers brushing lightly over her hip. “You always know just what to say, Princess.” He poured himself a glass of punch and drank cautiously. “Though I suppose we have watched enough Adams Family to know every line off by heart by now.” She sipped her drink and smiled provocatively over the rim. “Understatement of the year, my darling.”

Kristofer, Annika and Alec loved the old holo comedy based on a cartoon during the Clone Wars, and watched it constantly. “Tease.” Luke downed his glass in a single gulp as the music in the apartment swelled and seemed to grow louder; the haunting strains of a familiar tune drifting through the chamber.

The high shivery notes of a violin wrapped themselves around Emalee’s heart, and her breath caught in her throat as she recognized the song as La Cumparsita a Pennian piece that one did the Tango to.

“Is this your doing?” She asked as Luke caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. He nodded and swept into a bow in front of her. “Of course. Would you care to tango?”

Emalee smirked. “Do you have to ask?” Luke whisked her into the dance floor, settling her into his arms with the ease of a man who was a practiced dancer but in a way he was…he could always see, since they first met, the steps in her mind, and just moved easily. Emalee’s dress wasn’t made for dancing The Tango; it was far too tight and restrictive on her upper legs, but she was nothing if not good at improvising on the dance floor, and she never passed up the chance to dance with Luke.

They started slowly and found their rhythm, their bodies moving in sync as they swayed and danced; Luke holding her tightly and securely as he led her in the Tango. They grew bolder with the music, gliding around the room as they teased and stalked each other with their movements.

Emalee turned in his arms, her back to his chest, swinging her hips and allowing Luke to stretch her arms wide as he pressed kisses along her arms, his mouth moving from one wrist to the other. The dance continued, and they spun around the floor in a blur as they twirled, grinding against one another as they moved to beat; their breath coming faster and hearts pounding as the music swelled, as the Force seemed to amplify around them in brilliance of colors and stars.

Even the non-sensitives in the room could see it, it was utterly amazing. Luke twirled her and she followed his steps in a complicated pattern and allowed him to dip her backwards, almost bending double as she went on tip toes and balanced, trusting in him to hold her. The music peaked and swelled, the crescendo breaking over them like a wave as Luke pulled her up and kissed her, his lips teasing hers apart as he tasted her with a sexy slide of his tongue. Emalee came back to Earth as whistles and the room burst into applause around them.

Luke smirked, and pulled her close, his hands sliding down her body and gliding over the curve of her ass. “What do you say we get out of here Cara Mia?” He asked huskily, his voice warm against her cheek.

“Yes, Mon Cher.” Emalee whispered and caught Luke’s hand, allowing him to pull her away from the crowd still watching them.

Han tilted his head as they went past. “I think I need to learn how to dance like that,” he commented to Leia. He still didn’t get the Force, but when he saw Luke and Emalee together, he knew….he could see it in reality, and it was amazing.

“Yes,” Leia agreed firmly. “Yes, you definitely do.”

“Hey Em,” Emalee’s attention was jerked over to Wedge, who was dressed up as a werewolf. He smiled at her, showing off his fangs in a toothy grin…he was already drunk, as most of the former Rouse at the party were. “How come we never dance like that?” he complained.

She cuddled close to Luke and poked her tongue out at her friend. “I guess you just don’t have the right moves, Antilles….like my Farmboy does.”

“Ouch!” He clutched his chest and pretended to collapse into Ilea’s waiting arms. “You are a dork, Wedge.” Ilea smirked at her husband.

Luke chuckled as he took Emalee over to Han and Leia and said goodbye. “Leaving so soon…” Leia smirked. She knew what those two were up to…almost eight years, and those two went at it like horny teens. She was just so happy her brother, was finally happy.

“Yes.” Luke said and gave her a kiss and Han a handshake.

“Have fun, Kids.” Han said as he gave Luke a handshake and Emalee a kiss.

Luke swept Emalee out of the apartment and to their waiting speeder. Soon they were back at their apartment in Freedom Towers, kissing each other like they hadn’t seen each other in years. But even though they were so into each other, they made sure to remove their lightsabers, which Emalee loved when Luke removed hers, because it was always on her thigh holster, that he made sure to tease her as he removed it down her leg.

Then he picked her up and whisked her up to their bedroom, and when they entered, Emalee gasped as she glanced around at their transformed room. Since she had changed into her costume at her office, she hadn’t been to the apartment since that morning.

Emalee looked around the room, Luke had decked out the room for the holiday occasion; black velvet was draped over the couches and the bed, pumpkin string lights were strung up, and decorations were everywhere. Luke knew how Emalee loved the autumn, winter holidays from the start of All Hollow’s Eve to New Years, and since she was working so hard at the Ministry of State the past couple of days, he wanted her to have a wonderful evening.

“You like it.”

“Oh my gosh, Luke! I love it!” Emalee gasped, gazing about her as though she were in a wonderland. It was All Hollow’s Eve Heaven! Luke chuckled hearing her thoughts.

“Something told me you would.” He moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling her neck and gently nibbling her neck.

“You know; I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dance as sexy as you did back there. You drive me wild.”

She chuckled throatily and closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasure and pain as he bit her neck harder. “Well, I do have to keep up with you, you know. It’s easy to feel sexy when I have your hands on my body.” Emalee turned in his arms and slid her hands over his shoulders. “And your eyes staring into my eyes.” She kissed him, a seductive press of her mouth on his. “Your hips grinding against my hips.” She ground her hips against Luke’s for good measure and gasped as his hands slid down her hips and over the curve of her ass. “Feeling your love for me in our bond, feeling the Force around us…” she purred and then turned her back, “Remove my dress for me….”

“Yes Mi’Lady.” He said in his deep voice as his hands drifted up and found the zip at the back of her dress and he slid it down, placing feathery light kisses along her spine as each inch of skin was exposed.

Emalee slipped the dress over her shoulders and allowed it to fall free of her body with a shake of her ships, then turned back to face Luke with a sultry smile on her face. She raised her eyebrows and placed a hand on her hip, aware that the black lace lingerie she’d worn underneath was his favorite.

“Gods you’re beautiful!” He growled and immediately swept her up in his arms. Emalee giggled as Luke carried her Princess style over to their spacious bed and set her down, the crushed black velvet soft against her skin. He shrugged off his jacket and pulled off his tie; carelessly throwing them over his shoulder as he gazed down at her with blazing eyes.

She helped him off with his other clothes, their hands tangling as they both tried to undo his shirt buttons at the same time and ended up ripping the shirt open in a spray of buttons. Finally, he was naked and he grinned down at her as he traced the outline of her lingerie, his fingertips gentle against her skin.

She murmured happily as he eased her out of her underclothes; removing her bra and panties with more love bites and deliciously sexy kisses. Emalee allowed him to pull her up into a sitting position and she crawled into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Have I mentioned lately how much I love you?” She asked him, her lips hovering over his. “Because I really, really do.”

Luke chuckled and let his hands wander down her naked back, his fingertips tickling as he circled his favorite parts of her body. “I think you might have mentioned it at breakfast and at lunch, but I could stand to hear it a few more times.” He closed the gap between their mouths and kissed her, his tongue dipping into her mouth and swirling around hers with a slide of velvet heat.

“I love you too,” he told her as he broke the kiss. “So much.”

Emalee smiled as she settled herself on his lap more carefully, wrapping her legs around his waist as she reached between then and stroked his erection and kissed him again. She pumped her hand up and down his shaft slowly, enjoying the feel of his thick velvety heat in her hand. Luke groaned and rolled his hips, thrusting against her slowly, his mouth hungry against hers as he deepened the kiss. “Emalee, please!” he begged, tearing his mouth from hers. “I need to be inside of you!”

“Yes, Luke, please yes!” she agreed, her body burning passionately as she positioned him at her entrance and lowered herself down, taking his length into her inch by inch. Luke groaned as he slid inside of her, his shaft stretching and filling that empty space like no one else ever would. As their bond grew in passion and the Force began to glow in ecstasy, they began to move together in a different kind of dance,

Luke’s hands cupping her ass as she rode him. Emalee curled her nails into his shoulders and used her core muscles to roll her hips against his, gasping with pleasure as he thrust himself inside of her as she moved downwards; pleasure shooting through her as he hit that spot inside of her body that made fireworks seem to burst behind her eyes.

Their bodies moved like they had in the tango, grinding and swaying together, but so much closer and more intimately than before as the Force swelled around them, their bond glowing in beautiful colors and flames and stars around them. Luke caught her lower lip in his teeth, biting gently as he urged her to move faster, a fine sheen of sweat covering both of them as he tipped her backwards onto the bed. She moaned and pressed kisses to his shoulders and neck, to any place on his body she could reach, as he began to pound into her harder and faster; their love making reaching a frantic pace as the wonderful tension and pleasure reached fever pitch within them, the Force on the verge of explosion. It was like the moment before a bionic charge, when all that energy built up within her; her body humming and alive and filled with warmth and pleasure. It was like lightning.

Like a storm. And then it burst over her in a crackling wave of ecstasy, their orgasm seeming to shatter her apart as she screamed Luke’s name and came with a flash of light and stars. Luke held her to him tightly, his muscles trembling as blue fire danced over their skin and he thrust one last time deep within her; his fingers pressing her to him tightly as his lips found her in a passionate kiss as their flames of their bond exploded into the stars around them.

They lay together for a long time in the afterglow, sated and happy, Emalee tracing swirly patterns on Luke’s skin and pressing kisses to his chest, while he whispered sweet nothing in her ear.

“Happy All Hollow’s Eve, Cara Mia,” Luke murmured as he wrapped his arms around her tightly, the stars casting a beautiful glow over their velvety bed.

“Happy All Hollow’s Eve to you too, Mon Cher,” Emalee said softly as she snuggled closer to him. “Thank you for an unforgettable evening.”

How long they lay together she didn’t know, but she would have been content to lay there for a thousand years; listening to the distant sounds of All Hollow’s Eve festivities around them outside their windows in Imperial City, while the pumpkin lights shone down on them. Eventually they fell asleep in each other’s arms; wrapped in black velvet and bathed in the light of their stars.

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