S oA/N: Good 'ol Luke and Mara one-shots!
Mara Jade Skywalker sat at the bar, sipping on a drink aptly named the Tatooine Sunrise when a man came up next to her. His breath was foul and reeked of alcohol. He was leaning in her direction, breathing nearly in her ear. She shuddered, having the great urge to either smash his head into the bartop or knock him off his barstool.
"Well, aren't you gorgeous thing…" he slurred.
Mara, adamant on enjoying her drink, ignored him.
"Hey, Red, did you hear me...?"
I heard you, you foul smelling pig...She thought bitterly before taking another gulp of her drink.
"What? You're too good for me...?" The man dropped a meaty hand on her shoulder. Big mistake. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!"
Just as she was about to swing around and flatten the zealous drunk, a hand gripped the man's wrist and pulled it backward. The man yelped in pain.
Who in the world? Mara thought, annoyed.
She pivoted in her chair to find her husband, standing behind the man, bending his wrist all the way back to the point of snapping it.
His voice was low and dangerous. "I don't think the lady cares for your company. I suggest you leave her alone."
"Who're you?" The drunk shouted, still trying to retain his composure despite the obvious pain Luke was placing on his wrist.
"I'm her husband." He narrowed his eyes. "That's who I am."
The man goggled at him, trying to focus.
Luke squeezed the guy's wrist slightly. "And I suggest you back off before I get angry."
"Luke?" Her tone held a warning. "Luke, let go of his wrist." She demanded, grabbing her husband's arm forcefully. "Knock it off!"
She could see her husband simmering beneath the surface; that calm rage barely noticeable to most other beings. He looked to her, face softening and let the man's wrist drop from his grip.
The man backed off and cradled his injured wrist. "You're gonna pay..." He blustered.
With that, the man scrambled away.
Mara sighed heavily, hand dropping from Luke's arm.
He turned toward her to find her glaring at him.
"What was that!?" She inquired angrily. Her hands were fisted on her hips. "I'd expect some sort of machismo bullcrap from Calrissian or Solo, but not from you."
"What was I suppose to do?" He inquired, calming down. "Let him hit on my wife."
"You were supposed to let me handle it. I had everything under control. I could have taken him."
"Don't. Just don't."
Luke set his lips, decidedly frustrated. He wasn't going to win this one and he knew it.
She sighed once more, taking his arm and dragging him over to a nearby vacant part of the bar. She stopped and cupped his face with her hands. "You're better than that..." Her voice softened. "Better than that green-eyed monster you were about to unleash." She stared deeply into his clear blue eyes.
He reached up to touch one of her hands. His demeanor relaxed.
"Mara...I'm sorry, I know I was overly-protective. I know you hate that." He shook his head. "Something inside me just snapped."
"Yes…Something did." She paused. "But it wasn't your over-protectiveness. It was, something more dark…"
He waited for her to continue.
"I've never seen you like that, Luke. It was…almost frightening."
"No, Luke, you were in full jealous husband mode." Mara shook her head. "I've never seen you like that. At first I was angry, but I realized…what was happening. It'd almost be flattering if you hadn't looked so…ominous."
"Ominous?" He murmured.
"I don't ever want to see you like that." She grabbed hold of the collar of his tunic. "It's not who you are…I want you to remain as sweet and naïve as you always are."
Luke frowned at this.
Mara laughed. "That was a compliment."
"It's hard to hear it…when you put in the word naïve." He responded dryly.
"And that's all you heard. I said you were sweet too."
"I like to think of myself as chivalrous." He defended stiffly.
She poked him in the chest.
"Farmboy, that went out of style ages ago."
"Then maybe..." He put his hand at the small of her back and drew her closer to him. "It's about time I brought it back into style, hmm." He smiled. "This galaxy could use some good-old fashion chivalry."
She sighed, threading her hands through his blonde locks.
"Skywalker…what am I going to do with you?" One hand slid down to his shoulder. "I guess, you can take the farmboy off the farm…but you can't take the farm out of the farmboy."
He grinned. "Guilty as charged."
A/N: Hope you enjoyed that…