Star Wars: Imagines/One-Shots

{Luke Skywalker} Let Me Show You

Note: This gets a little steamy. No smut whatsoever. I know this could make younger readers slightly uncomfortable so here's your warning.

     You are in the hangar bay, helping Han and Chewbacca with the Millennium Falcon when Luke's X-Wing returns. With his arrival comes a sense of excitement. Pilots and mechanics pause their work in order to catch a glimpse of the pilot as he climbs out of the cockpit.
You look to Han, ready to ask if you could say hi to Luke before returning to help him, but he beats you to it, "Go ahead. Chewie and I can handle this. Thanks for your help."
"No problem Han. See you later."
You practically slide down the ladder set up against the freighter. When your feet hit the ground, you notice Luke was somewhat frantically looking around the hangar. However, the second his blue eyes find yours, he jogs over and wraps you in a tight embrace.
"Hello there, hotshot. How'd it go?"
"Hi, love. It was fine." He doesn't let go.
You run your hand through his sandy blonde hair, "Luke, what's wrong?" He pulls back and shakes his head, a small frown on his face. "That bad?"
He doesn't reply. Without warning, he grabs your hand and leads you back to his room. "Luke, slow down," you giggle as he quickens his pace.
Like lightning, he punches in the code to his quarters. The door slides open as he pulls you inside. However, immediately, the door closes and he pushes you up against it, pressing his lips to yours. He slips a hand under your shirt, making you gasp as he deepens the kiss. You lower your hands from where they subconsciously rest around his neck and gently push him off, "Luke, what's going on? You're never like this."
He doesn't meet your gaze. You brush a piece of hair out of his face. He gives in and sighs, "____, when...when I was out there...he-he knew you."
"Who? Who knew me?" you ask softly.
He lifts his head, "Vader. He said your name. He taunted me, saying he was going to take you away from me. ____, I-I can't lose you. I love you, so much."
You smile at him, "You're not going to lose me. He was trying to get inside your head. I'm safe, see? There's no reason to worry."
"That's the problem, I was worried. I was worried that he had you and that I would never be able to tell you, to show you, just how much you mean to me," Luke continues.
"Trust me, Blondie. I know, because I know how much you mean to me—" you try to say.
He takes your hands in his and reconnects your lips to his. He pulls back just long enough to say, "Let me show you, please."
With that, you hum in response, letting him have control. His hand slips under your shirt once more, around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. His second hand, still gloved, braces against the door. You suck in a breath as his lips move from your lips to your neck, tracing your jaw before going down your neck, to your collar bone. Luke pulls back, mischief in his sky blue eyes as he holds out his hand.
     You take it and let him lead you over to his bed, where he guides you to sit in the middle. He takes of his glove and his shirt, climbing over to you. You giggle slightly at this new side of Luke. In the while you've been together, you've never seen him like this. He pushes you back slightly so that he's hovering on top of you. He brings your lips to his as he fumbles with your shirt. Once he manages to pull it over your head, you put your arms over your chest, slightly blushing.
     "Don't hide from me, ____. You're beautiful." He kisses down your sternum, taking your hands and wrapping them around his neck. You let out a gasp as his lips travel down. He chuckles against your bare skin. When he reaches your clothed chest, he skips over it and continues downwards. When he reaches your pant line, he looks up at you, asking for your approval. You become a little uneasy, and he senses it. "Don't feel pressured, ____. I won't go any farther than what you're comfortable with." This gives you the courage to nod, a shy smile now on your face.

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     The next morning, you wake up in Luke's arms around your waist. His breaths tickle your bare back, reminding you of last night's events. You blush profusely. Suddenly, Luke pulls you closer to him, your back pressing against his bare chest, "Good morning, love."

Good morning indeed.

A/N Well... I haven't a clue where this came from, but a writer writes the first thing that comes to mind sometimes. I was trying to work on another request, but this just happened to corrupt my brain. I'll get back to the requests now, I promise. 😂
May the Force be with you!
- Sarah