𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼.𓃳i𖡼𖤣𖥧

Really, there wasn’t any ulterior motive.

You both took it as a moment to bond, and the way Luke’s eyes would light up whenever you expressed curiosity around flying never escaped your notice. So it only made sense that he would offer for you to get a closer look of his X-wing when the appropriate occasion presented itself.

And besides, the two of you had little time to spare to spend with each other as of late—It went without saying that the two of you had missed one another terribly—and this was finally an opportunity to do just that.

It only made sense for loved ones to be curious of one another’s passions, even if said passion wasn’t mutually shared. And so that was how you found yourself in the rather small space of said X-wing.

With him in it too, of course. “Are you sure this is alright?”

You fail to fight back a smile. He’s already asked this twice already. “It is, I promise.” 

It was fortunate that the hangar was empty save for you and him. You weren’t sure if you could handle having any potential onlookers. Even though the purpose of this was entirely innocent, you were stillsitting in his lap. 

Despite the collectedness of your voice—and the cold of the environment—your hands felt clammy and your face felt hot. If you could comfortably look over your shoulder, you would have seen the ever deepening shade of pink blooming across Luke’s face. 

It was you who insisted this arrangement—it would be easier, after all. It still didn’t make your heartbeat any steadier.

“Alright,” he finally relents, his voice barely above a whisper. He then clears his throat. “Okay, so…”

You weren’t going to lie and say you understood even half of what Luke was saying, which earned a laugh out of him. He then opted to explain it again in even simpler terms, which made it easier to comprehend, but you still couldn’t help but feel a little lost.

And that was perfectly fine. You both were just happy to finally have uninterrupted time together, just you and him.

As he explained to you, he would reach forward to point or gesture to specific parts or panels, resulting in his chest pressing against your back. You couldn’t believe how warm you were feeling.

Giving and receiving affection was still somewhat new for the two of you, but you still were unprepared for just how needy for it you’d become.

At some point, his hands happened to unconsciously rest on your thighs, making you jump. You were smacked with the realization of just how much you wanted his hands on you. Luke justifiably misunderstood your reaction, however.

You hear him cuss under his breath, yanking his hands away as if they were burnt. “I’m so sorr—“

“It’s okay.” You blurt out quickly. So fast that Luke initially thought he had misheard you.

“You…You can…” Your voice trails off into a mumble, losing the nerve.

There’s a small beat of silence, then Luke murmurs your name, in that tone that he uses to say ‘it’s okay, just tell me.’

“You can do…That.” 

Luke doesn’t tease you for it, he never does. His hands rest in your lap again, flat and still—the concern of being appropriate remaining. His attentiveness never failed to make your heart feel warmer. 

The air between the two of you shift. His voice is quieter, gentler, when he speaks. Eventually his hands relax on your legs, and he even absentmindedly traces circles on your thigh while he answers whatever questions you have. Eventually your hand finds one of his, and you lightly play with his fingers. 

You couldn’t really pinpoint one exact thing that pushed this over and off the proverbial cliff.

Maybe it was how the tracing became light squeezes at some point. Or how he rested his chin on your shoulder, his lips dangerously close to your neck. Or perhaps it was just an inevitability because as it turned out, Luke had missed you just as much, and was just as needy.

Before you knew it Luke had lavished your neck with enough attention to make the skin there pleasantly tender, held your hand tight within his—enveloping your smaller one wholly. When a particularly high-pitched whine was forced out your throat he says your name. 

“Y-yeah?” Your voice was rattled, your mind a bit fogged—albeit in a pleasant way.

Luke gives your thigh an affectionate pat. “C’mon, let’s go.”

He knows what you want, and he wants the same.

He doesn’t have to tell you twice, nor do you have to ask where you’re going. You exit with him following close behind, and when you’re both on solid ground he takes your hand in his once more—his face scarlet yet a determined spark in his eye—he leads you to his quarters. As every step echoed, your own anticipation built.

“Come here,” you hear him utter under his breath just before holding your waist in his palms and delicately crowding you against the wall. It’s easy for him to do, barely any effort at all, and that fact makes your stomach flutter.

His lips are back on yours the instant you’re where he wants, his mouth moving against yours with a tender sort of hunger. You run your fingers through his hair, cupping his jaw to bring him closer. He hums against your lips, heat blooms in the deepest part of your stomach.

Luke breathes out your name, his voice taking on an airy quality that makes your breath nearly hitch. His hands are all over you. The thick material of your clothing may as well be non existent with the fervor in which Luke is touching you. You just barely manage to bite back a whine from escaping against his mouth—shuddering just from the distant sensation of his callouses—but you know he hears enough regardless when his lips quirk up into a smile for a brief second.

Luke is steady, a firm mass against you that keeps you grounded as his hands wander up your arms and waist and hips—

“Can I?” 

You nod immediately. You don’t know what exactly you’re agreeing to, but you know you want it. You know Luke would only give you gentleness and affection.

One of those broad hands of his gives your rear a tentative squeeze and gasp against his mouth. And it wasn’t until that moment that you realized you were subconsciously pressing forwards against him in kind. He correctly assesses that sound to be a good one, and begins to fondle and paw at you.

Your chest rises and falls with labored breaths from his attention. Luke gives your neck one last intent suckle before pulling away, eyes half-lidded and lips parted in a silent pant. 

You thought he looked beautiful. And if the way he was looking at you was any indication, he was thinking the same of you.

He swallows thickly, attempting to regain some measure of composure. You attempt to as well, and as your mind sobers somewhat you become acutely aware of the firmness from between his legs, pressing up against the two of you. He cradles your face in his hand while his other draws circles into your hip with his thumb.

You don’t want him to stop. You want him to keep kissing you and touching you. “Luke,” it comes out shaky and almost wanton. 

His lips brush against your temple, delicate and soft. “I know,” he murmurs, the gentle tone of his voice sending a frisson of desire up your spine.

Your hands tremble on his shoulders while Luke lavishes what exposed skin he can reach with kisses; your collarbone, your neck, your jaw. You stand between his legs while he sits on the bed. His fingers have already undid your belt and now are pulling down your pants and underwear in one motion.

When he begins to cup and handle your now exposed thighs you desperately tug at the front of his flight suit. Your hands shaky with excitement and lost as to how exactly take it off for him. 

“Hold on, here.” 

His hands are only gone from you long enough for him to unzip it just enough to free himself, still kissing you all the while. Now aching and pressing intently against your bare skin, weighty. You were expecting him to fully undress as the both of you usually do, but you weren’t complaining. 

You want to touch him, but Luke drifts his hand between your legs while the other cups at you, Intent on finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. Despite your anticipation, the muscles in your legs still jump when his textured fingertips brush across it. You brokenly sigh out his name and all you feel is him smile against your neck.

You whimper when he draws small, slow circles there. He presses open-mouthed kisses on the column of your throat, softly asking you; “Yeah? Does that feel good?”

Your fingers curl into his shoulders when he applies a bit more pressure there, nuzzling your face into his neck when sounds you can’t bite back leave your throat. You nod fervently. Luke continues with his efforts, his fingers occasionally gliding down to tease at your opening. With how worked up you were—and how familiar he was with your body at this point—it takes no time at all for you to reach your peak against his hand. 

Your legs involuntarily seize, squeezing his hand between your thighs—but he doesn’t let up. His free hand rubs circles into your back all while speaking to you in a tone both low and soft; revealing just how much of an effect you were having on him. “There, that’s it.”

While you tremble and whine against him, he tilts his head to nuzzle against yours, whispers sweetly into your hair. “I love you.” 

After your aftershocks taper off you reply in kind, your shaky voice muffled from still burying your face in the space between his neck and shoulder. The hand that was on your back comes up to idly play with your hair as you gather yourself, his touch brimming with affection.

“Do you want me to…?” You ask once your breathing steadies, gliding your hand down to wrap your fingers around him.

His lips flutter against your neck as he speaks, his voice a gentle rasp. “I want you on my lap.” 

Just that alone sends a bolt of desire through you, your heart rabbit-kicking between your lungs. You waste no time at all in shifting positions. Luke’s wide palms find your hips again, dipping down to squeeze and fondle your backside while you settle, his mouth upon yours the moment it was within reach. 

“You’re beautiful. You always are.” He mumbles breathlessly against your mouth, you clutch onto him tighter, your face hot and heart pounding. One of his hands leave your hip to instead wrap his arm around you, the other going between your bodies to get a hold of himself to guide into you.

You feel him push against your opening, then rub himself up—far enough to brush past where he just made you climax on his hand—and you clutch onto him tighter. When the pressure between your legs reaches its highest, he slips inside.

A moan is wrenched out of both of you.

His arms are wrapped firmly around you, and yours are looped around his neck. Luke groans—a somewhat rare sound to come out of him—when your hips involuntarily roll, pushing him deeper. The way his own hips buck up to meet it is more of a conscious action on his part, and it was enough to make your thighs tremble. 

You can do little else but shudder and whine against him while he holds you tight and bottoms out. Once he does his mouth is on yours again, swallowing your moans.

He slowly builds up a rhythm. And with how much you both missed one another, it didn’t take long for it to build up to an inevitable peak.

You’re all over each other, his hands glide up and down your back and sides, fondling you. One of your hands cup the back of his head, threading your fingers into his fluffy hair. The kisses you shared both sweet and feverish. 

“Luke. Luke—” You gasp out against his mouth, feeling the coil in the pit of your belly tightening, threatening to release. He feels it, of course; the way you go taut around him, how your hands begin to shake.  Luke softly chokes out a cuss, his own sensitivity rising.

He redoubles his efforts, determined to get you there again, approaching his own climax in the process. The sounds of your coupling are buried by your combined moans and whimpers.

Your fingers alternate between gripping and releasing him, overtaken by a sensitivity that only goes higher, higher…

Your toes curl inside of your boots, your body reaching a crescendo. A particularly raw sounding noise gets punched out of him, and you are reminded of the strength in his arms when he practically compresses you against his chest as his own orgasm hits him. A sudden warmth in your insides follows immediately after.

Your name is on his lips, over and over—desperate and frayed at the edges. It only makes you clutch him tighter, tangle your fingers in his hair to cradle his head into your neck as you try to stay in rhythm with him on shaky legs. 

It takes a moment for the two of you to stop trembling, and another moment for your panting to return to normal breathing. His arms loosen around you, no longer holding you with the same momentarily intense zeal as before—but still with love. As always.

He’s still inside of you when he lets himself fall back far enough until eventually he is laying flat on the bed, with you cradled against his chest. A grunt rises from the back of his throat when he plops down, his limbs feeling pleasantly boneless.

The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest soothes you. One of his hands starts languidly rubbing up and down your spine.

“Love you,” you tiredly mumble, your voice somewhat muffled with how your cheek was pressed against his torso. 

The hand rubbing your back drifts up to cradle the back of your head. “Love you, too.” He sounded just as tired as you were. 

It was a good sort of exhaustion, one that left you both feeling sated and eager to drift off to sleep together.

You’d both have to change first, though. And even though you have been laying there basking in one another’s embrace for the past two minutes, you can’t help the indignant huff that escapes you when Luke sits up—thus bringing you in a sitting position along with him—it earns a snort from him. 

“Come on, we’re not sleeping in this.” You can hear the grin in his voice, and a smile appears on your own despite your half-hearted attempt to maintain your annoyed façade.

You help each other undress and change, the act intimate in its own way. He gives you one of his shirts to wear and you don’t miss the sheepish, boyish smile on his face when he puts it on for you.

When you’re back on the bed, this time you’re under the blankets with him. Your legs tangle together and once again you hold each other. You quietly talk to each other about everything and nothing until you both fall asleep, soft laughs are exchanged between the two of you every now and then, sometimes you kiss each other just because you want to.

Just before sleep claims you both, you murmur against him. “Thanks for telling me about your X-wing.” ‘Even though I didn’t understand much of it’—Is unspoken yet understood clearly.

Luke grins, the corners of his eyes creasing. “Anytime.” He gives you a kiss on your forehead before tucking you under his chin, encouraging you to fall asleep with him. 

You do exactly that.

I had this idea sitting in my head for a while, but finally got around to actually writing it!

I like his flight suit, I think orange is really his color…

I’ve been having a lot of fun writing for Luke, it’s been awhile since I’ve felt this much inspiration for a single character and I’m really enjoying i! It helps that I have a massive crush on him too, of course.