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Even Though I Know You're Leaving by Tartanshell (PG-13)
Hello ladies (and a few gentlemen)! I'm Luthe and I'll be your Star Wars driver for this month. I've got things in the van for both PT and OT fans to enjoy, and my emphasis this month is on gen, with only a few little bits of slash. I'm a bit Luke-and-Vader centric, but I promise that I'll be reccing other stuff, too. Now, onto the rec!
Fandom: STAR WARS
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tartanshell
Author Website: Tartanshell's Fic
Why this must be read:
For everyone who's always wanted Luke and Vader to have just a little more time together at the end, Tartanshell comes through. You can feel the love between father and son in this fic, and there is a powerful sense of intimacy that dominates the story. Tartanshell stays absolutely true to the characters to the point where you wonder why this isn't canon.
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Luke's cheek was soft and warm and damp when it came to rest, light as a whisper, on Vader's scalp. Vader shuddered at the touch; sucked in a breath, wet and sharp, and winced as it knifed home.
Luke pulled away at once and looked down in concern. "I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?"
Unable to speak for the painful tightness in his throat, Vader shook his head. He closed his eyes in an instinctive fight against tears his body could not produce and clutched Luke's arm to his chest with the wired stump of his wrist. "Please," he said, once his breath was back. "It was...not painful."
Luke nodded and again laid his cheek against Vader's head. Again, Vader shivered at the contact. Perhaps his flesh was over-sensitive; it had been twenty years since he had last been touched by anyone but a droid, but he had forgotten how pleasurable the sensation of feeling another's skin could be. Even the stinging burn of Luke's sweat--or tears--was welcome.
They sat in silence for a long moment, swaying to the rise and fall of Luke's chest. Vader closed his eyes and concentrated on his own labored breathing, wondering if his decision to remove the mask had been rash. If there was the slightest chance that, with it, he might live--
--had he to do it over, he would remove it again without hesitation, if only to feel this.
Even Though I Know You're Leaving
Fandom: STAR WARS
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:
tartanshellAuthor Website: Tartanshell's Fic
Why this must be read:
For everyone who's always wanted Luke and Vader to have just a little more time together at the end, Tartanshell comes through. You can feel the love between father and son in this fic, and there is a powerful sense of intimacy that dominates the story. Tartanshell stays absolutely true to the characters to the point where you wonder why this isn't canon.
***
Luke's cheek was soft and warm and damp when it came to rest, light as a whisper, on Vader's scalp. Vader shuddered at the touch; sucked in a breath, wet and sharp, and winced as it knifed home.
Luke pulled away at once and looked down in concern. "I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?"
Unable to speak for the painful tightness in his throat, Vader shook his head. He closed his eyes in an instinctive fight against tears his body could not produce and clutched Luke's arm to his chest with the wired stump of his wrist. "Please," he said, once his breath was back. "It was...not painful."
Luke nodded and again laid his cheek against Vader's head. Again, Vader shivered at the contact. Perhaps his flesh was over-sensitive; it had been twenty years since he had last been touched by anyone but a droid, but he had forgotten how pleasurable the sensation of feeling another's skin could be. Even the stinging burn of Luke's sweat--or tears--was welcome.
They sat in silence for a long moment, swaying to the rise and fall of Luke's chest. Vader closed his eyes and concentrated on his own labored breathing, wondering if his decision to remove the mask had been rash. If there was the slightest chance that, with it, he might live--
--had he to do it over, he would remove it again without hesitation, if only to feel this.
Even Though I Know You're Leaving