Note: The finale to TSP, I hope you enjoyed it, i enjoyed writing it!

EPILOGUE

Mara had her bags at the door when she called out to Luke.

"C'mon, Skywalker, shake a leg. We need to get going or we'll miss our transport."

Luke emerged from the bedroom. "They're not going to leave without us, Mar."

"What makes you so sure of that?" She arched a brow.

"Because the transport is courtesy of Talon or did you forget?"

"Karrde is a busy man, so stop dilly-dallying."

"Dilly-dallying?" He repeated, looking amused.

"Oh, don't look at me with that smug grin."

"I wasn't smug."

"No, that was just you several times over these past three days."

"Well, you did say I good." He wore a decidedly pleased grin, slowly striding toward. "Phenomenal was the word you used I believe—several times." His gait, if Mara was hallucinating, seemed to take on a slight swagger.

Mara sighed in exasperation.

Her dear shy farmboy was starting to get a big head.

"Is that so?" she crooned too sweetly, "If you're so sure, how about you come over here and prove it?"

Stopping in front of her, he shook his head. "Not this time, Mara-love."

She scowled. "You're actually fighting me about this?"

"Resisting." He corrected softly. "We've got a transport to catch remember?"

"Smart-mouth." She muttered and attempted to stride past him…

He hooked her arm, halting her motion before she exited the house.

"But first…" he gently swung her back around.

Luke pulled her into his arms and laid a gentle yet passionate kiss upon her lips, slanting his mouth over hers as he tipped her head back. One hand lovingly cradled her neck while the other held the back of her head. He pressed his body against hers, molding it, until he had her fully pressed against the door. His hands dropped, one slipping around her waist, the other braced against the wall beside the door.

She felt the cool metal of the door against her back seeping through her tunic as well as the heat of her husband's body pressing against her stomach and chest. She shuddered not only because of the kiss but because of the proximity to him and the heat he was giving off—not to mention the heat they were creating. She clung to his shoulders and his back, her mind slowly becoming a blank slate, dazed at his torrid kiss. His lips didn't press to bruise, but they were very insistent.

Her legs trembled.

Just when she felt they couldn't hold her up any longer, Luke pulled back slowly, his eyes searching hers—or her face. She didn't know. Her mind was in a bit of a haze at the moment.

His eyes narrowed. "Mara?" he said softly.

She blinked twice, but her mouth still hung open. He chuckled to himself.

"Well, I guess I am that good huh?"

Mara finally regained her wits. Upon seeing her husband's smirking lips, she scowled once more.

"Cocky much?" she asked sardonically.

He encircled her waist once more, blue eyes twinkling with mischief

"I like to think of it as…confidence."

"Is that so?" was her dry response.

"Mmmhmm" The look in his eyes then shifted, becoming soft.

His lips dropped from a smirk into an easy, soft smile. Mara could see the blatant love in his eyes—and her heart started to melt at the sight of it.

A show, that's all it was and all it had been. Luke had taken on an easy teasing nature recently. One he was obviously starting to become more comfortable with.

"Sometimes this new side of you of is unbearable," she muttered with a shake of her head. "You're playing too dirty these days."

He grinned once more. "I'm only playing as fair as my opposition does, love."

Mara recognized the line as her own.

"Cute." She snarked.

"I do try."

She opened her mouth, but he placed his fingers against her lips.

"Would you have it any other way, Mara?" he asked in a whisper.

"No."

He hit the slap pad to open the door, leaning in close to her lips.

"I didn't think so." He bent his head the rest of the way and captured her upturned lips in a sweet kiss.

Her eyes closed, drinking in the moment and indulging in the feel of his hot mouth pressed against hers. She laid a hand against his chest, shivering when the tip of his tongue traced the seam of her lips. Her hand fisted his tunic and she moaned audibly.

"Mmmmm."

In the back of her mind, she could hear feet approaching. She kept on kissing her husband and willed for this moment to last a while longer.

A throat cleared. "A-hem," a familiar male voice said. "If you two are done sucking face, can we get on with it before I get behind schedule?"

The newlyweds broke their kiss and turned to face the newcomer—or interloper at the moment. She felt a pang of disappointment and annoyance.

"Hello, Ghent,"

"Mara, Luke." He gave a jaunty, cocky salute. His eyes looked back and forth between the two of them. "Are we good to go now that you're done playing tonsil hockey?"

"You're a laugh riot, Ghent." Mara said dryly.

"Thanks, I'm trying to work on a new comedy routine."

She rolled her eyes.

"Stick to slicing, you know, what you're good at."

"Ouch, that hurts, Mara."

"Not as bad as a blaster bolt to your rear."

His face paled slightly.

"I'm gonna go prep the ship. Don't take too long or Karrde'll have my hide." He started off toward the ship which had been set down in the small authorized landing pad.

Luke commented, "You look irritated."

Her shoulders slumped and she looked back to him. "Not irritated," she corrected. "Annoyed. Smart-mouth ruined a perfectly good kriff-me kiss."

"Kriff-me kiss?" he repeated.

"Trust me; if he hadn't interrupted that's where it would have led."

"Out here?"

"Why not?" she challenged, smirking.

Why not indeed? Luke thought.

After all, being married to Mara, he was starting to do a lot of stuff he'd never done before.

And that….wasn't all that bad.

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