A/N: Hello creatures out in the Universe, it is me, Ishbu girl. I have created yet another story, avoiding adding more chapters to my original stories. The knomes are still after me. Anyways, I am blushing at just doing this scene, which should tell you that I am not always comfortable doing stuff like this in my writing, though by the end of all time I will have conquered my fear. My goal is this summer. So R & R.

Love-

Ishbu girl

Calista was dead. That was all he could think about as he downed another one of Calrissian's Specialties, a very potent alcoholic beverage finally coming to use to the Jedi Master. Luke Skywalker was devastated and torn between his duties with the living, and the peace of the dead.

Somebody gently knocked at his door, causing a groan to erupt from his throat as he let his head fall to the table. He had specifically told everyone to let him be for a few days, so he could mourn alone. Luke could hear the door opening and closing, then gentle footsteps coming closer to him.

Bleary eyed and clumsy, he managed to look at the person before him, surprised. Mara Jade leaned against the wall, still in the black dress she wore to the funeral. She shook her head in dismay upon sight of him.

" How is being pissed-drunk going to solve anything?" he began to pour another drink for himself, pausing before answering her.

" I'm not really trying to solve anything now am I." his words were slurred, making it sound as though he had a speech impediment.

Mara pulled up a chair and sat next to him, taking the glass from his hands. Bringing the glass to her lips, she took a small sip of the potent beverage and wrinkled her nose in disgust.

" How can you stand to drink this crap? It's just plain gross." Luke sighed and nodded in agreement.

" You get used to it after you start to lose your sense of taste from the alcohol..." he brought the glass to his lips... or tried to as Mara snatched it from his grasp. Though he protested, she threw the drink against the wall, the sound of shattering glass filled the room.

" I really liked that glass, y'know." she glared at him, one red-gold eyebrow arched in an authoritive manner. Ignoring her, Luke stood from his seat, staggering towards the bottle of Bourbon' , grabbing it as he walked out of the room.

Mara fumed, following after the drunken Jedi. How dare he walk away from her! When she arrived in the room he was in, a soft music tinkled in the background. Skywalker hummed to the beat as he staggered in a way she assumed was dancing. And before she realized what had happened, he took her hand in his and began to waltz across the room.

Luke stopped suddenly and kissed her full on the mouth. She squealed beneath the force of his mouth, but soon gave in and kissed him back. In the heat of the moment, the Universe blurred before her and passion consumed them both. Mara did not know why she was with him, the man she had just recently wanted to kill. But sudden feelings had erupted in her lower stomach and her heart began to flutter. The woman he loved had just died, and instead of comforting him, she lay beneath him in Calista's place. She was a very bad girl.

Luke was not like any other man she had been around, though. He intoxicated her like a drug, sedating her with everything he did. But no one had known, or would know. She was sure of herself.

A/N: So, how is it...? Please R and R, so I can know if I should continue this strange madness that goes on in my world of writing.