Just thinking if Luke had to go on a mission for the next few days, but BOY do you feel needy.

So the night before he leaves you plop yourself in his lap and ask him to go over his plans one more time. Just to hear his voice before he has to leave.

Very sweet and innocent, right? WRONG.

But, as always, he talks in that sweet, soothing voice you love. Since its night time you can hear the drowsiness creeping in his voice as well.

While he talks, you hum occasionally in acknowledgement, his thumb rubbing the side of your waist absentmindedly. Then you dip your head to lay featherlight kisses on his cheek, trailing down his jaw, and a few on his neck.

You could hear his breath falter, notice the pauses between his words, and how his thumb would halt it's movements against your waist. But he wasn't finished! So you raise your lips til they brush against the shell of his ear, quietly telling him to continue in a casual tone. As if you arent turning the grand Jedi into putty.

To make it even 'worse' you slide your hand down his chest, fingertips slowly dragging down his torso until you reach his bottoms.

Now he sounds like a mess. Breaths heavier, loosing his train of thought. And there you sat. Toying with the waistband of his clothes.

Gee. This mission does sound stressful, now that you think about it. And you didn't want him to go away with stress weighing on his shoulders!

So you slip down on your knees, looking up at him, expecting him to keep talking as if you weren't about to ruin him.

Seeing his usual calm, composed face now red, along with his eyes being half closed, filled with drowsiness and arousal was adorable.

Hearing his steady voice waver with want need. Almost taking a begging tone as you gently tug his bottoms just enough to where you can sneak your fingers in to grab his hardening length.

You started slow. You wanted to drag this out. He'd be gone for a few days after all, why not?

Your thumb smearing the pre cum around his tip right before establishing a languid pace, sliding up and down his shaft. All while keeping your eyes on his.

Low, quiet moans leave his lips, and eventually his composure slips, and he closes his eyes. "..Please..oh, please.." he begs "Ah, honey your hand.." He couldn't focus on talking about his mission. His thoughts only consumed by you, and the way your hand wrapped around him.

Quiet gasps and moans of your name leave his lips, and he lost it when you pressed lingering kisses and licks against his leaking tip. Causing his trembling hand to grab your hair. Gently of course.

"That's it..that's it..right there–!" Luke gasped, his hips uncontrollably bucking in your grasp.

And you could tell he was close. Muttering praises, saying your name constantly like a prayer, and his lovely moans fill the air.

"..Close..I'm close, sweetheart..!" He warned, and as soon as he said that, he felt your hot tongue drag against his shaft, hitting his sweet spot. Next thing you know, he's spilling in your hand.

His head was tilted back, taking in shallow breaths as his orgasm hits him.

And boy, what a sight.

"Sound's like you got a good plan, Luke!" you teased, smiling down at him as you get up to clean up, while he lays back, catching his breath.