You run out to the docking bays where the pilots keep their planes. You look around wildly, trying to find a place to hide. You think you can hear that pirate chasing you, but your heart is pounding so loudly you can't tell. You slip behind an X-wing plane, waiting, panting, hoping you're safe.

There's nothing but silence - you know you can't wait here forever, but you desperately need a place to rest. You look around...the mechanics will soon be returning from their lunch break, and you don't know who might be a friend and who might turn you in. You spot the ladder on the other side of the X-wing and scramble under the belly of the plane to reach it. You climb it quickly and carefully push open the cockpit. The "whoosh" makes you shudder - did anyone hear you? You hop in and pull the hatch closed. You crouch down in the seat, and then you notice that there's just enough room behind the seat to curl up in. You hope you can stay here at least until dark, when you can escape to a safe house. You climb in and finally your body relaxes, and while you try to figure out what in the galaxy you're going to do now, you doze off from the tension of the last day.

A slight shaking rouses you a while later and you wake in a daze, not remembering where you are. By the time you recall what's going on, you hear the sound of the hatch opening and you realize that you're in trouble again. There's absolutely nothing you can do but hope that whoever is about to find you won't turn you back in to the pirates.

The hatch opens and you see the shadow of a body hop into the plane, but you're afraid to look any further. You see a bit of orange jumpsuit and hear a man's voice, pleasant, humming to himself. You hear a series of clicks and beeps as he tests the equipment. An answering series of beeps responds from outside the plane.

"Yes, Artoo," replies the pilot, laughing "We're leaving soon."

You hope he will have to leave the plane before he takes off so you can get out. The engine hums. The pilot stands up and, true to your wishes, leaves the cockpit. You wait for a minute, sure you hear him descend the ladder, and crawl out from behind the seat.

He's standing there, at the top of the ladder, watching you with familiar blue eyes. Your face falls, your heart skips a beat.

"I knew someone was back there," he says. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry," you blurt out, "I was hiding."

"Hiding! What from?"

"The pirates...they kidnapped me yesterday, from my stall in the marketplace. They were going to sell me...I was able to get away, but I think they're still chasing me." Your voice breaks down, and you feel yourself start to shake.

"I know you," he says. "You sell flowers at the marketplace."

You nod in answer to his comment. Of course you had already recognized him. He has stopped by your stall several times, to buy flowers for his sister.

You could never forget those eyes, his strong-looking body, his gentle manner and kindness belying the weapons that always hang from his waist.

"Can I take you somewhere safe?" he asks.

"I don't want to put you in any danger," you say, desperate for his help.

He smiles. "Don't worry about me. Let's get you somewhere." He starts to help you out when loud shouts at the docking bay entrance inform you that the pirates have found their way in. The pilot quickly retracts the ladder, pushes you into the cockpit, and climbs in himself. Night has already begun to fall outside, so the light is dim, and he closes the hatch and he squeezes next to you in the seat.

"I'm Luke Skywalker," he says.

"I'm Kamala."

"I'm so sorry you have to go through this," he says. "I've seen these slave traders before. They're deadly."

"I know...I usually hear about it when they pass through, and I stay home, but yesterday, I hadn't heard anything. When I left my home, they caught me on the way to the marketplace when I was crossing the river." You start to cry, remembering.

"Shhhh," he says, putting his arms around you. "I won't let them hurt you."

You rest your head on his shoulder, so grateful he's there. Outside the plane you hear muffled sounds of the pirates laughing and banging around, searching for anything they can steal. Luke's body is warm and solid, and in the middle of all your terror, you can't help but feel that stirring for him that started the first time he walked up to your stall in the marketplace.

You had hoped that the warmth you saw in his eyes as you sold him the flowers was perhaps just for you, but you tried not to delude yourself. But the way he was holding you now...it felt like more than just comfort.

You lift your head to look at him and Luke's eyes turn to yours, lit with an inner fire. Before you can help yourself, your lips are touching his and he's kissing you back with passion. You slip your tongue into his mouth, tasting his sweetness, and he responds by gently sucking on it. You feel your exhausted body spring to life, and you wriggle around so you are sitting on his lap, feeling his hardness beneath you. This excites you even more, and you run your hands over his shoulders and down his arms, grabbing one of his hands and placing it on your breast. He moans as he feels your nipple through your shirt, and you help him undo the buttons so he can feel your warm skin. He slips his hand inside and strokes your breast, circling it with smaller and smaller circles until he reaches the nipple. He gently flicks it and rubs it, sending fire between your legs. You whimper as you watch his head dip down to lick your breast, pulling the nipple into his mouth and stroking it into hardness with his velvety tongue. He spreads your shirt open and licks the other breast, making your hips writhe.

You ease yourself up a little bit and pull down your leggings so he can feel for himself what he's doing to you. Luke reaches his hand down and strokes your curls, then he slides his finger in your cleft, laughing quietly when he feels how wet you are. You're almost ready to burst; but just before you climax, you shift around so you can reach the hard bulge of his jumpsuit.

You massage him gently while he fondles your breasts and covers your mouth with explosive kisses, stroking with his tongue, sucking on your lip. You turn your body so you're straddling him; you unzip his jumpsuit and lift up the shirt under it so you can see his strong chest. You run your hands over it while your tongue slides over his neck. You can hear him moaning softly. Your tongue travels down to his chest, licking his nipples and over his strong stomach. His hands are tangled in your hair.

You manage to pull off your leggings, and he lifts up his hips to slide down the leggings he wears under the flight suit. You move under the cockpit controls and take his pulsating cock in your mouth, pulling and licking until you taste of drop of his fluid in your mouth. He is stroking your hair, moving his hips slightly with each pull.

Suddenly he pulls you up, his lips hungrily seeking yours, and you know he's ready for you. As you straddle him, he reaches into one of the pockets of his jumpsuit and pulls out a small packet. He tears it open quickly with his teeth, his eyes never leaving yours. He slides the condom over his waiting member, and you slip right onto him, reveling in your wish fulfilled. You pump yourself on top of him, your arms around his neck, his hands on your bare hips. He flicks his tongue across your nipples, and you run your hands through his hair and plant your lips on his. You can feel his body begin to tremble, and you start to feel your own climax begin to build, bigger and bigger until you both explode with passion.

You embrace him tightly, your head on his shoulder, and his arms wrap around you securely. Finally you lean your head back and smile at him, and he kisses your mouth, smiling back.

"You don't know how much I've been wanting to do that," he says.

"You don't know how much I've been wanting you to do that," you reply.

He hugs you and you carefully lift yourself off him, kissing him. You both quietly get dressed in the cramped quarters and then you sit back on his lap, resting in his arms until you hear the noises outside fade away. He opens the hatch and looks around.

"I'll take you home," he says. "I think it's safe."

You nod, not wanting to leave him.

"But maybe I should stay with you tonight," he suggests with a grin, "to make sure you get to the market safely in the morning."

You smile. "I think that's a very good idea."