The thing that no one had ever really figured out about Luke was that he had a hard time saying no.
Not in the sense that he was a pushover, or unable to hold to principles. It was more that he had always hungered for connection, and had, for the most part, been kept at arm's length at best. His lack of parents, while helped by Owen and Beru, had made him feel isolated and different. His small peer group had also seen him as odd and almost an afterthought. In the Rebellion, he'd been an upstart, then a hero, then a legend. Never a friend or a peer. And even before Ben, he'd felt locked out of what Han and Leia had had, not just their relationship but those like it.
And yet, all his life he had reached out. He had searched the horizon for a friend, a companion, a destiny. He'd reached back for Vader not five minutes after learning the worst truth he'd ever faced. He'd reached for Leia before even knowing the depth of their connection. He'd thrown himself into his role as Jedi Master in the hopes it would mean creating a safe place, a connection, for all those like him who had had nothing.
The fact that each of those things had utterly failed had embittered him, but not changed the reality of his nature. Luke had been disappointed in relationships his whole life, while wanting and needing them more than most ever did.
So he was doomed from the beginning here, really. As bitter as he was, he was not equipped to stave her off for long. Not when any sort of contact was being offered. But even so, he'd not prepared himself for this.
The onslaught, not of gentle, amorphous feelings of goodwill or even affection but actual straight up desire took him by surprise. Fingers tightened against hers, and he gasped, as a remembered sensation passed from her to him, mapped onto a body he'd seen only in his dreams and felt in his own. In return his own thoughts tumbled, her legs twined with his, skin on skin, warmth spreading, imagining his lips being the stimulus to create those sounds and feelings in her, imagining mapping out her responses with the added benefit of being able to feel them himself, their bond even deeper and more complete as they strove to become one as people not like them could never hope to. Their own private haven, free from fears and failures.
Embarrassed, Luke's eyes flew open as he felt himself respond physically to the suggestions in his mind, as blood rushed both to his cheeks and significantly lower down.
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Not in the sense that he was a pushover, or unable to hold to principles. It was more that he had always hungered for connection, and had, for the most part, been kept at arm's length at best. His lack of parents, while helped by Owen and Beru, had made him feel isolated and different. His small peer group had also seen him as odd and almost an afterthought. In the Rebellion, he'd been an upstart, then a hero, then a legend. Never a friend or a peer. And even before Ben, he'd felt locked out of what Han and Leia had had, not just their relationship but those like it.
And yet, all his life he had reached out. He had searched the horizon for a friend, a companion, a destiny. He'd reached back for Vader not five minutes after learning the worst truth he'd ever faced. He'd reached for Leia before even knowing the depth of their connection. He'd thrown himself into his role as Jedi Master in the hopes it would mean creating a safe place, a connection, for all those like him who had had nothing.
The fact that each of those things had utterly failed had embittered him, but not changed the reality of his nature. Luke had been disappointed in relationships his whole life, while wanting and needing them more than most ever did.
So he was doomed from the beginning here, really. As bitter as he was, he was not equipped to stave her off for long. Not when any sort of contact was being offered. But even so, he'd not prepared himself for this.
The onslaught, not of gentle, amorphous feelings of goodwill or even affection but actual straight up desire took him by surprise. Fingers tightened against hers, and he gasped, as a remembered sensation passed from her to him, mapped onto a body he'd seen only in his dreams and felt in his own. In return his own thoughts tumbled, her legs twined with his, skin on skin, warmth spreading, imagining his lips being the stimulus to create those sounds and feelings in her, imagining mapping out her responses with the added benefit of being able to feel them himself, their bond even deeper and more complete as they strove to become one as people not like them could never hope to. Their own private haven, free from fears and failures.
Embarrassed, Luke's eyes flew open as he felt himself respond physically to the suggestions in his mind, as blood rushed both to his cheeks and significantly lower down.