Author: Shari

Category: Smut, Romance

Rating: NC-17

Characters: Samantha, Fixer, Luke, Biggs, Brief Deak,
Windy and Camie.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters made by George.
I do own Samantha though, and no, she's not for sale.

Summary: A dream, A rather ... err.... Nice dream...

A Mechanics Dream

I walked down the stairs to the shop. People on my
home planet of Tatooine called it Torshe Station.
Maybe that was because that's my last name. Samantha
Torshe. My father owned the station and my brother,
Fixer, and me helped him manage it. Fixer’s friends
were always coming to hang out here. It didn't really
bother me. Deak, Windy and Camie were good kids. Even
if I was younger than Fixer, I was tougher. No one
messed with me and got away with it. Camie was Fixers
girlfriend. She was an all right girl. Only three
months older than me. Anyway, back to the story.

I walked over to the bashed up skyhopper I was trying
to restore. As I started to work on it, I heard the
familiar voices of Fixer, Deak, Windy, and two
unfamiliar voices. I grinned to myself. Fixer was
always making new friends. Pity none of them were my
type really. I tied my hair back with a grubby
bandanna and pulled my head out of the engine and
walked toward the door. In walked my brother, his
friends and two guys I didn't know. One had dark brown
hair and brown eyes and the other had sandy-blonde
hair and blue eyes. He was awfully cute too.

"Hey Sam!!" called Fixer. " This here is Biggs
Darklighter and Luke Skywalker."

"Hiya!" I said, grinning. "Whatcha do to pick up
Doofus here for a friend?" The guy called Luke grinned
back and held out his hand.

"I'm Luke." He said as I shook his hand. "What's your
name?" I tried to hide a smile with no avail.

"Samantha. But everyone round here calls me Sam." I
answered as I shook Biggs' hand and sat down. "Oh
yeah, Fixer” I suddenly remembered what I was supposed
to tell my brother. “Camie's inside, waiting for you."
Fixer blushed and raced into the kitchen. "Ooh, now
that's a rare event. Seeing Fixer blush." I laughed.
The guys grinned and I couldn’t help noticing Luke’s
adorable smile. Even when I turned away, I could feel
his eyes on me "Oh yeah, Deak, Windy, your Speeder is
all fixed” I said, trying not to blush. “Don't go
smashing it into Mrs. Mason's garden wall again.
Okay?" Desk looked rather grateful and nodded. Then he
dragged Windy out by the arm. I looked at the new
guys. "So...are you guys new around here?" I asked.

"Nah, I live with my Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen." Said
Luke.

"The Lars? I hear they are real nice. I've met them a
couple of times. What about you, Biggs?"

"I live with my Mum and Dad on the outskirts of
Anchorhead." Said Biggs.

"Cool." I said. "Oh my gosh, I feel like a fool. D'you
guys want something to drink?"

"Sure." Said Luke but Biggs shook his head. "Sorry, I
gotta get going."

"Seeya Biggs." Said Luke and I nodded and waved as
Biggs' speeder disappeared from sight. When he was
gone, I turned to Luke.

"What do you want to drink?" I asked nervously. He was
cute with a capitol `C'. And that body…

"Suddenly, I'm not so thirsty anymore." He said. His
eyes were dark. I could tell he was imagining me
naked. To tell the truth, I was doing the same to him.
I'm not much. Long brown hair. Blue eyes. I'm thin,
strong and tall. All my friends say I have the perfect
body. Not a scrap of flab. That's what they say. I
don't know. I just take their word for it. I blushed a
bit and looked at him. He grinned and glanced at the
floor.

"Sam!!" yelled my Mother. "Where are you?"

"In the garage Mum!" I turned to Luke. "Sorry. I have
to go." I said sadly. He nodded.

"I understand. I have to go too." I smiled. "Okay, see
you later then?" He grinned.

"Sure, ok, bye, Sam." He ran to his speeder and
disappeared from sight. I sighed and walked into the
kitchen.

"Yes, Mum?" I asked, adjusting my bandanna. She looked
up from stirring something on the stove.

"Help with chopping the vegetables for the soup
tonight." Was all she said. I was confused. I'm a
terrible cook. "Why?" I asked. She smiled. "It's
nothing serious. Just chopping." I shook my head.
"Mum, Fixer is the chef, you know me, I cut myself at
every opportunity ." I walked out and up to my room. I
opened the door and lay on my bed, yawning. I looked
at the chrono. 6:30pm. I picked up my book but
couldn't concentrate. My mind was on Luke. How could
it not be? He was very cute. I closed my eyes and fell
asleep.

**DREAM SEQUENCE**

I was back in the garage. How did I get here? I looked
around. And how did it get so clean? It was usually
one big mess. My eyes stopped when they reached
Luke's. *LUKE?!* What in the nine holy hells was going
on?! I stared at him.

"Luke, What's going on?" I asked. He shrugged and
walked over to me. I nervously adjusted the leather
strap around my left wrist. He glanced at me.

"Why do you wear that thing?" he asked, indicating to
the strap. I looked at my feet. "Three years ago,
Fixer gave me a huge Twisty burn. It tore my skin and
I just wear the strap to hide it." I explained. He
looked a little shocked, but nodded. Then, to my
surprise, he leaned forward and kissed me. For a
moment I was stunned, but I began to kiss him back. I
wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him
passionately, running my fingers through his hair and
pressing my body against his.

His hands were very playful. One minute they were on
my thighs, the next they were on my breasts. As we
kissed, his left hand founds its way under my
work-shirt and he began to massage my breasts. His
other hand also slowly made its way up, pausing to run
his fingers over my bare stomach before teasingly
moving further up. He unclipped my bra and slowly
pulled it off. As he tweaked my nipples to hardness, I
groaned into his mouth. His hands felt really good and
he certainly knew what he was doing. I brought my hand
down and lightly massaged his cock through his
trousers, feeling it harden beneath my hand. He
groaned lightly. I ran my other hand over his chest
under his work tunic, desperately wanting to touch his
bare skin. He pulled away from me and then pulled my
shirt over my head and let it drop to the ground.
Maybe if I’d stopped to think about it, I would have
been really embarrassed, but it felt so good that I
didn’t want him to stop. Then he lowered his head,
took one breast into his mouth and began to suck,
flicking his tongue back and forth across the nipple
and biting down gently. That was enough to almost send
me over the edge. It was no good. I wanted him now. I
needed to feel him inside me.

I moaned and pulled away. He whimpered but I put a
finger to his lips, then kissed him softly. I lay on
the floor, pulling him down with me. He took off his
tunic and chucked it aside then he lay beside me and
took me in his arms. I could feel his cock straining
to get out of his pants. To be honest, all I wanted to
do was strip and fuck him blind. I unclipped my work
belt and tossed it into a corner with a satisfying
*Thump*. His thumbs slowly hooked themselves onto the
waistband of my tights. He pulled them down and slowly
kissed his way down my stomach, taking his time,
teasing me. But I knew he wanted it as much as I did.

“Luke, please” I begged finally. “Don’t tease me any
more”

He kissed me through my underwear and I felt the
beginning of my orgasm. I groaned and ran my hands
through his hair, attempting to pull him closer. I
wanted to feel his tongue on me. Luke drew back and
grinned.

“You smell good” he whispered. I moaned, a rush of
pleasure coursing through my body at his words. Luke
ripped off my underwear and buried his face in my very
essence. I arched my hips toward him, not wanting to
be teased any longer. His skilled tongue found my
clitoris and I gave a cry as he flicked his tongue
back and forth over my most sensitive spot. I could
feel my orgasm building, but I didn’t want to climax
until he was inside me. Gently I pushed his head away.
He seemed to understand and got to his feet. I
whimpered as he ripped off his own pants and
underwear. His erection jutted out proudly. I couldn’t
believe how big he was. I wanted him, more than I had
ever wanted anything. He lay down again and kissed me
deeply. I kissed him back and gave a groan as he
entered me. He pumped in and out, slowly at first,
then harder as his climax drew near. His fingers
reached down to rub my clitorous and I climaxed,
screaming his name. Then Luke gave a groan and his
body tensed. I gasped as he released into me.

My entire being was filled with his warmth. He
slackened against me, completely worn out, and we
shared a long kiss. Then we just lay there hugging,
with Luke still inside me...

**END DREAM SEQUENCE**

That was when I woke up. To be frank, I was upset that
it was a dream. I looked at the chrono. Morning. I had
missed dinner. Oh well. I got up and went to the
bathroom. As I showered, I thought about the dream. It
had seemed so real. I could remember every detail of
it, the way he had touched me, how good it had felt to
have him inside me…

I changed into my work shirt and tights and walked
down to the kitchen tying up the bandanna and
fastening the wrist strap around my arm. Mum looked up
as I entered. "Good morning, Sleepy-head." She smiled.
I smiled back and got my breakfast.

When I finished up, I went to the garage and wondered
‘ How did it get so clean?’ It was usually just one
big mess. I looked around and saw Luke.

"What's going on Luke?" I heard myself ask, now why
did that sound so familiar? Luke shrugged and bent his
head to kiss me. I kissed him back, a smile playing on
my lips. Well, maybe it wasn’t just a dream…

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