Epilogue:

Luke Skywalker walked into their little hut, glad to be able to get off of his feet for a while. He settled into one of the chairs in the sitting area, wondering what was taking Mara so long in the refresher.

He stretched, yawning slightly. His towel settled around him, warming his body after an afternoon swim. Two days into their honeymoon, and Luke was indeed exceedingly happy. He knew married life would truly begin after their vacation, but for now he intended to enjoy this uninterrupted time with his wife.

Wife… I love that name! Luke rejoiced.

Luke closed his eyes momentarily, thinking back to a conversation they'd had last night.

Luke, do you want children?

I do, but only when you are ready.

But how will I know when I'm ready? I don't know anything about kids, let alone being a mother.

Mara, my love, you would make a wonderful mother. And I don't think anyone is truly 'ready' to become a parent. Whenever you feel like you want to try for a baby, I would love for nothing more than to create life with you.

Luke was drawn from his reverie by a pair of cool hands on his shoulders. Suddenly a blindfold came down over his eyes, and he grinned.

"What's this for?"

"You'll see." Mara's voice answered from across the room.

A few soft clicks sounded, and then some music began to play. Mara removed his blindfold, and Luke ogled at the sight of his wife wearing only a skimpy pink piece of cloth. It was barely enough to call clothing, and Luke felt white-hot yearning course through his veins. Mara smiled wickedly, and pushed him back against the chair.

"I wanted to do something for you. This is my gift to give to you, Luke." Mara said. "Stay there." She ordered.

Luke didn't dare disobey, and curiosity got the best of him, so he settled into a more comfortable position as Mara took up a spot on the floor. The music was in full swing now, and Mara suddenly began to move to the music.

She dipped, pirouetted, and made several intricate jumps. At one point, Mara dropped to the floor, and provocatively moved her nearly naked body, driving Luke mad with want. She moved through another intricate series of steps.

Mara sauntered with pointed toes across the room, and then flipped gracefully backwards. Luke couldn't help but notice that her costume was starting to shift positions slightly, revealing a bit more of her.

The song reached its climax, and Mara twirled once before making two graceful leaps. Then she dipped back and forth on her feet, moving gracefully from left to right and back again. As the song neared completion, Mara moved close to Luke, bending toward him seductively, only to snap out of range tantalizingly when he reached for her.

She spun in place, and ended with a playful sprawl on the floor, gazing at him with one brow lifted mischievously.

Luke made sure she was finished before he dove from his chair, and wrestled her to the ground amid a chorus of laughter. She yanked his towel free, and as he attempted to figure out how to undo the pink contraption imprisoning Mara, she tore his swim trunks off with great fervor.

Luke grumbled in annoyance when he still couldn't figure out how to get the lingerie off of his wife, and she laughed at him. Luke growled, and resorted to revenge… by sneaking his hands past her defenses and tickling her sides. She shrieked in surprise, and after some time, she yielded.

Mara removed her outfit very slowly, teasing him with little peeks before she finally freed herself from it. Luke moved closer, and followed her back to the floor, making love to his wife in the fading light.