Chapter 9
A/N: Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away...there were two sexy geeks who hooked up and lived happily ever after, and who thoroughly enjoyed playing with each others' light sabers... >> This one was for all the geeks out there, may we reign forever! :P -Dl
Chad whimpered. Parker chuckled, pushing those long legs up further toward his lover’s chest. Chad looked marvelous against his silk sheets, Parker thought dimly as he drove into the writhing body under him even harder. All of that pale skin dazzled against the darkness of the sheets. He swooped down and began to kiss all of that skin, tonguing at the rucked nipples until Chad thrashed for him. Long fingers grabbed at his bare back, scratching at the skin of it in an instinctive, wild gesture that made Parker groan and push in with all of his strength. Chad cried out, shuddering; his thighs twitched and trembled as he felt his orgasm rising up inside of him again. Parker’s lips sketched his neck, and then found his mouth. They kissed hungrily, and his cry of completion was lost in Parker’s mouth as he came yet again.
Chad fell back in a limp heap, so tired that he couldn’t even move anymore. Parker continued to grind lazily into him for a bit, then bucked and groaned as he found his own end in Chad’s hot, tight body. He shuddered to a halt, his head hanging. “Uh,” he remarked. “God,” as he fell atop Chad’s long body and nuzzled at his lover’s neck affectionately.
“Mmm,” was Chad’s only reply. He was really tired now. He couldn’t even remember how many times they’d already done it. He was sore and achy, but in a pleasant sort of way. Parker’s weight atop him felt very good. He stroked his hands down his lover’s back contentedly.
Parker rolled off of him and out of him at the same time. He cuddled up against Chad’s long body, draping one arm over his lover’s chest. “Hell, I’m tired,” he said. “What about you?”
“Yeah,” Chad said huskily. “I’ve never…done it so many times in a row before…”
Parker laughed, licking at his ear. “Let me take care of the condom,” he sat up briefly, removing the offending article, tying it up, and neatly tossing it into a trash can he kept nearby for just such deposits. Then he rolled out of the bed and padded into his bathroom to fetch a warm, moist towel to clean the drying semen off of Chad’s skin. Chad liked the feel of this, especially when Parker leaned over and kissed him at the same time. Finally Parker tossed the towel into the sink in the bathroom and returned to snuggle up with Chad again. He pulled a blanket up over them. “Let’s get some sleep,” he mumbled. “Don’t you have work tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” Chad agreed.
“I’ll set the alarm then. What time do you need to get up at?”
“About seven-thirty,” Chad told him.
Parker rolled over to push the buttons on the alarm clock next to his bed. “Done,” he said, rolling back once more. He enveloped Chad as best he could, throwing a leg over him in a possessive gesture as he burrowed his face into Chad’s neck. “G’night, Chad,” he murmured.
“Good night, Parker,” Chad replied softly. He lay there for a bit as Parker’s breathing evened out, feeling complete awe and wonder over this situation. He was sleeping in his boyfriend’s bed! They’d had lots and lots of great sex, and now Parker was draped over him like another blanket. This was nothing like those hurried encounters at the other Cons. This was so much better that it was almost unbelievable. Almost.
Finally he closed his eyes as his tiredness caught up to him at last. One of his hands lifted, and he laid it over the hand that was on the middle of his chest. Chad slipped into sleep with his hand atop Parker’s, perfectly content with his lot in life right at that moment.
“So what do you think, Stormy?” Cassie’s voice asked, making the man sitting across from her jump in his seat.
“What?” he asked nervously.
She sighed. “Honestly, man, you have to try to relax,” she chided him. “It's our third date already. Don’t you think that I would have already dumped you by now if I didn’t like you?” she asked impatiently.
Derek looked sheepish. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “It's just…you’re so hot, and pretty, and really great…I just keep expecting the other shoe to drop, that’s all,” he explained unhappily. “I can’t figure out why you’d date a loser like me.”
She frowned, saying sharply: “First of all, I don’t like anybody calling you a loser, Derek, not even you. Secondly, by questioning my taste in men you’re saying that I make bad judgments and that I have bad taste. I don’t think I like that fact. And thirdly, since you haven’t done anything awful yet I doubt you’re ever going to, so I’m taking you off probation as of now. That means that you’re my boyfriend, Derek.”
His mouth dropped open as he stared bug-eyed at her across the table. “Seriously?!” he yelped.
She grinned. “Seriously.”
“Oh, wow! Man, this is so cool!” he cried. “But you’re sure?” he asked anxiously, running a hand through his hair in agitation.
Cassie frowned at him. “What did I tell you about working on your confidence and self-esteem issues?” she chided him. “Of course I’m sure. If I didn’t want to date you I’d have dumped you already. I don’t waste my time on losers, so you’re not a loser. A goof ball and an idiot sometimes, but not a loser.”
He could handle those appellations. At the moment, he could even have handle being called a loser. He had a girlfriend! Totally giddy, Derek just sat there with a big grin on his face. Cassie rolled her eyes at him, but she was smiling at the same time. Derek could be very cute when he wanted to be. Now to really blow her fan boy’s little mind…
“Well, now that we’re dating officially I guess you can take me home tonight and we can have sex,” Cassie said brightly.
Derek choked on the sip of water he’d just downed, coughing and spluttering helplessly. His face turned red as Cassie shot him a concerned look. "You okay?” she asked.
“Ugle, urr,” Derek replied, and not just because he was choking either. His tongue seemed to have stopped working. The words ‘have sex’ had killed whatever brain cells he actually possessed, and now he was a drooling idiot incapable of processing even a single thought coherently.
Cassie grinned and took a bite of her food, giving him time to recover. Her puppy was so adorable…she was going to enjoy breaking him in and house training him. He was eager and had lots of energy already, all he needed were lessons on how to please a woman properly. Hmm, she’d always wanted to ‘play teacher’. Maybe she’d break out her ruler…
“A-Are you sure?” Derek stuttered at last.
“Why not? You think girls don’t need to get laid too?” Cassie asked softly so that the people at the other tables around them wouldn’t hear her.
“Well, I…sure. It’s just…” Derek was starting to break out in a cold sweat, because he was remembering the fact that he was a virgin. God! He’d screw up and she’d never speak to him again! Or worse, she’d laugh at him!
Accurately reading his expression, Cassie said impatiently: “Stormy, don’t worry so much. I know that you’re a virgin,” she told him quietly.
His eyes bugged out again. “You do?!”
She glanced around and put a finger to her lips to shush him. “Well, duh. It was obvious. But that’s okay, everybody has to start somewhere. And that means that I won’t expect you to know what you’re doing. I’ll show you what to do, I promise. And we can keep trying until you get it right,” she added with a gleam in her eyes that took his breath away.
“Oh, man,” he muttered. “Oh, Jesus.” He squirmed in his chair, then looked at her with gratitude in his eyes. “Man, Cass, thank you,” he told her. “For going out with me, for putting up with me, for..For…EVERYTHING,” he said empathetically.
She smiled widely. “It's because of the fact that you appreciate all of those things that I’m willing to go out with you,” she pointed out. “Or one of the reasons, anyway. Lots of guys think that the girl should be happy that she has a guy, no matter how selfish and annoying he is. Anyway, let’s finish dinner and I’ll show you my apartment.”
Derek gazed blindly down at his plate, knowing he wouldn’t be able to eat another bite. He was too worked up between amazed lust and extreme, nerve-wracking anxiety to have any appetite left. He was going to get laid! Scratch that – he was going to have sex with his girlfriend! That was so much better than just getting laid. Because Cassie was super awesome, and Derek was really, really glad that she was going to be his first. Even if he screwed up, he was pretty sure that she wouldn’t laugh at him. She was just cool that way. Wow, he’d have to call Chad and tell him about this – tomorrow. Definitely tomorrow.
Chad felt like a stork in a suit. He kept pulling at his collar nervously, until Parker looked up at him and said: “Chad, stop that. You’ll wreck your bow tie.”
“I can’t help it,” he muttered in reply, “It’s choking me.”
“No, it isn’t,” Parker said, pulling at his own cuffs to align them properly. God, he looked gorgeous and sexy in his tux! Chad was sure that he just looked like a skinny idiot. “You just think it is because you’re so nervous. But we’re not going to your execution, Chad, just a movie premiere. So relax,” he patted his boyfriend’s knee reassuringly.
He tried to do so, taking deep breaths and working on getting his tense muscles to unknot. It helped a great deal that Parker was with him in the limo. Not only was his presence reassuring for Chad, he was also such eye-candy that Chad had something else to concentrate on expect his nervousness. He kept glancing at Parker, marveling at how handsome he was in the stark black-and-white of the formal tuxedo. Catching one of his looks, Parker grinned and reached out to run his thumb along Chad’s jaw line. “You look great,” he purred. “I really like you like this. I can’t wait until after the premiere, when I can take you home and have you wear that tuxedo while I do you in every room.”
Chad lost his breath at these words, shivering as he became very hard in the constricting pants. Parker’s smile was both sensual and evil. “You’re not nervous anymore, are you?” he purred.
Chad shook his head. How could he be nervous? He was too aroused to be nervous. Parker also nodded, in satisfaction. “Good. Oh, here we are,” he pointed, and Chad’s head whipped around. He gulped heavily as the limo slid to a halt. Oh, crap, he was going to have to get out of it sporting an erection! An evil chuckle from Parker’s side of the limo, then his door opened and he stepped out. Chad just sat there, frozen and unable to move.
His door opened. Parker’s face appeared in the doorway. “Come on, Chad,” he said, holding out his hand.
He reached out and took Parker’s hand, and his boyfriend pulled him out of the limo. Chad felt like he was all limbs, but Parker’s hands settled on his elbow and squeezed. “Relax,” Parker breathed, and his gesture and speech made Chad do so. Together they walked toward the lights and the crowd milling in front of the theater.
An hour and a half later, they left the theater together. The movie hadn’t been half bad, although Chad hadn’t been able to concentrate on it very hard since Parker’s hand had been moving over his knee in the darkened theater almost the entire time. Now all he wanted to do was to get back to Parker’s apartment, because if he didn’t get some relief soon he was going to explode. “Well, that wasn’t bad,” Parker mused beside him, “Although it was no Star Wars. On to the restaurant, I guess.”
Damn it, he’d forgotten about the restaurant! Chad wanted to curse heavily. He wasn’t at all hungry – well, not hungry for food, anyway – and he wondered desperately how he was going to get through the rest of the evening. Then Parker remarked: “Or we could skip dinner, order in some take-out food, and screw each others’ brains out instead. What do you say?”
Chad gasped at his words. “That sounds good,” he replied hoarsely.
Parker grinned. “Great. We’ll take a taxi home. I’ll call one,” he whipped out his cell phone to call a cab company to come and pick them up at the theater.
Chad could hardly wait. Between eating at some fancy restaurant or going home to have sex with his boyfriend, he knew which one he’d pick every time. Parker finished the call and lowered the phone. “They’ll be here in a few minutes,” he told Chad. “We just have to wait.”
He nodded. Parker rested a hand at the small of his back, his touch both comforting and arousing for Chad. “You know,” he said musingly, “I can’t wait for next year’s Con. Although this one was so great, I don’t see how it can be topped,” he added with a glance up at his lover.
Chad had to totally agree. This Con had been totally, utterly awesome. Better than his best dreams. “Well, we’ll be able to go together,” he pointed out shyly.
“That’s true,” Parker conceded. “Are you going to wear your Boba Fett costume again?”
“I don’t know,” Chad replied doubtfully. “I mean, he’s your nemesis. And I’m not your nemesis.”
“No, you’re not,” Parker agreed, surreptitiously squeezing his ass to make him gasp, “Definitely not. So how about going as my sidekick? You’re tall enough to be Chewbacca. What do you think?”
Chewbacca. Chad considered this, although it wasn’t easy to think with Parker’s fingers doing naughty things behind his back. He supposed that he didn’t want to wear the Boba Fett costume again, anyway; so why not Chewbacca? That wookie had been AWESOME. And he’d get to go everywhere that Parker did, since Chewie had been Han Solo’s co-pilot and friend. “I guess I could do that,” he said. “It’ll take awhile to put together a good costume, but…”
“We’ll work on it together,” Parker told him with a smile.
That sounded great to him. “Yeah,” Chad agreed softly. “We’ll work on it together.”
The taxi pulled up at the curb. “Time to go home,” Parker said, anticipation in his voice.
Chad followed him over to the cab eagerly. Yes, it was definitely time for them to go home. Where they would indulge in lots of hot, wild, animal sex – and the Force would most definitely be with them.
The End
A/N: Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away...there were two sexy geeks who hooked up and lived happily ever after, and who thoroughly enjoyed playing with each others' light sabers... >> This one was for all the geeks out there, may we reign forever! :P -Dl
Chad whimpered. Parker chuckled, pushing those long legs up further toward his lover’s chest. Chad looked marvelous against his silk sheets, Parker thought dimly as he drove into the writhing body under him even harder. All of that pale skin dazzled against the darkness of the sheets. He swooped down and began to kiss all of that skin, tonguing at the rucked nipples until Chad thrashed for him. Long fingers grabbed at his bare back, scratching at the skin of it in an instinctive, wild gesture that made Parker groan and push in with all of his strength. Chad cried out, shuddering; his thighs twitched and trembled as he felt his orgasm rising up inside of him again. Parker’s lips sketched his neck, and then found his mouth. They kissed hungrily, and his cry of completion was lost in Parker’s mouth as he came yet again.
Chad fell back in a limp heap, so tired that he couldn’t even move anymore. Parker continued to grind lazily into him for a bit, then bucked and groaned as he found his own end in Chad’s hot, tight body. He shuddered to a halt, his head hanging. “Uh,” he remarked. “God,” as he fell atop Chad’s long body and nuzzled at his lover’s neck affectionately.
“Mmm,” was Chad’s only reply. He was really tired now. He couldn’t even remember how many times they’d already done it. He was sore and achy, but in a pleasant sort of way. Parker’s weight atop him felt very good. He stroked his hands down his lover’s back contentedly.
Parker rolled off of him and out of him at the same time. He cuddled up against Chad’s long body, draping one arm over his lover’s chest. “Hell, I’m tired,” he said. “What about you?”
“Yeah,” Chad said huskily. “I’ve never…done it so many times in a row before…”
Parker laughed, licking at his ear. “Let me take care of the condom,” he sat up briefly, removing the offending article, tying it up, and neatly tossing it into a trash can he kept nearby for just such deposits. Then he rolled out of the bed and padded into his bathroom to fetch a warm, moist towel to clean the drying semen off of Chad’s skin. Chad liked the feel of this, especially when Parker leaned over and kissed him at the same time. Finally Parker tossed the towel into the sink in the bathroom and returned to snuggle up with Chad again. He pulled a blanket up over them. “Let’s get some sleep,” he mumbled. “Don’t you have work tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” Chad agreed.
“I’ll set the alarm then. What time do you need to get up at?”
“About seven-thirty,” Chad told him.
Parker rolled over to push the buttons on the alarm clock next to his bed. “Done,” he said, rolling back once more. He enveloped Chad as best he could, throwing a leg over him in a possessive gesture as he burrowed his face into Chad’s neck. “G’night, Chad,” he murmured.
“Good night, Parker,” Chad replied softly. He lay there for a bit as Parker’s breathing evened out, feeling complete awe and wonder over this situation. He was sleeping in his boyfriend’s bed! They’d had lots and lots of great sex, and now Parker was draped over him like another blanket. This was nothing like those hurried encounters at the other Cons. This was so much better that it was almost unbelievable. Almost.
Finally he closed his eyes as his tiredness caught up to him at last. One of his hands lifted, and he laid it over the hand that was on the middle of his chest. Chad slipped into sleep with his hand atop Parker’s, perfectly content with his lot in life right at that moment.
“So what do you think, Stormy?” Cassie’s voice asked, making the man sitting across from her jump in his seat.
“What?” he asked nervously.
She sighed. “Honestly, man, you have to try to relax,” she chided him. “It's our third date already. Don’t you think that I would have already dumped you by now if I didn’t like you?” she asked impatiently.
Derek looked sheepish. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “It's just…you’re so hot, and pretty, and really great…I just keep expecting the other shoe to drop, that’s all,” he explained unhappily. “I can’t figure out why you’d date a loser like me.”
She frowned, saying sharply: “First of all, I don’t like anybody calling you a loser, Derek, not even you. Secondly, by questioning my taste in men you’re saying that I make bad judgments and that I have bad taste. I don’t think I like that fact. And thirdly, since you haven’t done anything awful yet I doubt you’re ever going to, so I’m taking you off probation as of now. That means that you’re my boyfriend, Derek.”
His mouth dropped open as he stared bug-eyed at her across the table. “Seriously?!” he yelped.
She grinned. “Seriously.”
“Oh, wow! Man, this is so cool!” he cried. “But you’re sure?” he asked anxiously, running a hand through his hair in agitation.
Cassie frowned at him. “What did I tell you about working on your confidence and self-esteem issues?” she chided him. “Of course I’m sure. If I didn’t want to date you I’d have dumped you already. I don’t waste my time on losers, so you’re not a loser. A goof ball and an idiot sometimes, but not a loser.”
He could handle those appellations. At the moment, he could even have handle being called a loser. He had a girlfriend! Totally giddy, Derek just sat there with a big grin on his face. Cassie rolled her eyes at him, but she was smiling at the same time. Derek could be very cute when he wanted to be. Now to really blow her fan boy’s little mind…
“Well, now that we’re dating officially I guess you can take me home tonight and we can have sex,” Cassie said brightly.
Derek choked on the sip of water he’d just downed, coughing and spluttering helplessly. His face turned red as Cassie shot him a concerned look. "You okay?” she asked.
“Ugle, urr,” Derek replied, and not just because he was choking either. His tongue seemed to have stopped working. The words ‘have sex’ had killed whatever brain cells he actually possessed, and now he was a drooling idiot incapable of processing even a single thought coherently.
Cassie grinned and took a bite of her food, giving him time to recover. Her puppy was so adorable…she was going to enjoy breaking him in and house training him. He was eager and had lots of energy already, all he needed were lessons on how to please a woman properly. Hmm, she’d always wanted to ‘play teacher’. Maybe she’d break out her ruler…
“A-Are you sure?” Derek stuttered at last.
“Why not? You think girls don’t need to get laid too?” Cassie asked softly so that the people at the other tables around them wouldn’t hear her.
“Well, I…sure. It’s just…” Derek was starting to break out in a cold sweat, because he was remembering the fact that he was a virgin. God! He’d screw up and she’d never speak to him again! Or worse, she’d laugh at him!
Accurately reading his expression, Cassie said impatiently: “Stormy, don’t worry so much. I know that you’re a virgin,” she told him quietly.
His eyes bugged out again. “You do?!”
She glanced around and put a finger to her lips to shush him. “Well, duh. It was obvious. But that’s okay, everybody has to start somewhere. And that means that I won’t expect you to know what you’re doing. I’ll show you what to do, I promise. And we can keep trying until you get it right,” she added with a gleam in her eyes that took his breath away.
“Oh, man,” he muttered. “Oh, Jesus.” He squirmed in his chair, then looked at her with gratitude in his eyes. “Man, Cass, thank you,” he told her. “For going out with me, for putting up with me, for..For…EVERYTHING,” he said empathetically.
She smiled widely. “It's because of the fact that you appreciate all of those things that I’m willing to go out with you,” she pointed out. “Or one of the reasons, anyway. Lots of guys think that the girl should be happy that she has a guy, no matter how selfish and annoying he is. Anyway, let’s finish dinner and I’ll show you my apartment.”
Derek gazed blindly down at his plate, knowing he wouldn’t be able to eat another bite. He was too worked up between amazed lust and extreme, nerve-wracking anxiety to have any appetite left. He was going to get laid! Scratch that – he was going to have sex with his girlfriend! That was so much better than just getting laid. Because Cassie was super awesome, and Derek was really, really glad that she was going to be his first. Even if he screwed up, he was pretty sure that she wouldn’t laugh at him. She was just cool that way. Wow, he’d have to call Chad and tell him about this – tomorrow. Definitely tomorrow.
Chad felt like a stork in a suit. He kept pulling at his collar nervously, until Parker looked up at him and said: “Chad, stop that. You’ll wreck your bow tie.”
“I can’t help it,” he muttered in reply, “It’s choking me.”
“No, it isn’t,” Parker said, pulling at his own cuffs to align them properly. God, he looked gorgeous and sexy in his tux! Chad was sure that he just looked like a skinny idiot. “You just think it is because you’re so nervous. But we’re not going to your execution, Chad, just a movie premiere. So relax,” he patted his boyfriend’s knee reassuringly.
He tried to do so, taking deep breaths and working on getting his tense muscles to unknot. It helped a great deal that Parker was with him in the limo. Not only was his presence reassuring for Chad, he was also such eye-candy that Chad had something else to concentrate on expect his nervousness. He kept glancing at Parker, marveling at how handsome he was in the stark black-and-white of the formal tuxedo. Catching one of his looks, Parker grinned and reached out to run his thumb along Chad’s jaw line. “You look great,” he purred. “I really like you like this. I can’t wait until after the premiere, when I can take you home and have you wear that tuxedo while I do you in every room.”
Chad lost his breath at these words, shivering as he became very hard in the constricting pants. Parker’s smile was both sensual and evil. “You’re not nervous anymore, are you?” he purred.
Chad shook his head. How could he be nervous? He was too aroused to be nervous. Parker also nodded, in satisfaction. “Good. Oh, here we are,” he pointed, and Chad’s head whipped around. He gulped heavily as the limo slid to a halt. Oh, crap, he was going to have to get out of it sporting an erection! An evil chuckle from Parker’s side of the limo, then his door opened and he stepped out. Chad just sat there, frozen and unable to move.
His door opened. Parker’s face appeared in the doorway. “Come on, Chad,” he said, holding out his hand.
He reached out and took Parker’s hand, and his boyfriend pulled him out of the limo. Chad felt like he was all limbs, but Parker’s hands settled on his elbow and squeezed. “Relax,” Parker breathed, and his gesture and speech made Chad do so. Together they walked toward the lights and the crowd milling in front of the theater.
An hour and a half later, they left the theater together. The movie hadn’t been half bad, although Chad hadn’t been able to concentrate on it very hard since Parker’s hand had been moving over his knee in the darkened theater almost the entire time. Now all he wanted to do was to get back to Parker’s apartment, because if he didn’t get some relief soon he was going to explode. “Well, that wasn’t bad,” Parker mused beside him, “Although it was no Star Wars. On to the restaurant, I guess.”
Damn it, he’d forgotten about the restaurant! Chad wanted to curse heavily. He wasn’t at all hungry – well, not hungry for food, anyway – and he wondered desperately how he was going to get through the rest of the evening. Then Parker remarked: “Or we could skip dinner, order in some take-out food, and screw each others’ brains out instead. What do you say?”
Chad gasped at his words. “That sounds good,” he replied hoarsely.
Parker grinned. “Great. We’ll take a taxi home. I’ll call one,” he whipped out his cell phone to call a cab company to come and pick them up at the theater.
Chad could hardly wait. Between eating at some fancy restaurant or going home to have sex with his boyfriend, he knew which one he’d pick every time. Parker finished the call and lowered the phone. “They’ll be here in a few minutes,” he told Chad. “We just have to wait.”
He nodded. Parker rested a hand at the small of his back, his touch both comforting and arousing for Chad. “You know,” he said musingly, “I can’t wait for next year’s Con. Although this one was so great, I don’t see how it can be topped,” he added with a glance up at his lover.
Chad had to totally agree. This Con had been totally, utterly awesome. Better than his best dreams. “Well, we’ll be able to go together,” he pointed out shyly.
“That’s true,” Parker conceded. “Are you going to wear your Boba Fett costume again?”
“I don’t know,” Chad replied doubtfully. “I mean, he’s your nemesis. And I’m not your nemesis.”
“No, you’re not,” Parker agreed, surreptitiously squeezing his ass to make him gasp, “Definitely not. So how about going as my sidekick? You’re tall enough to be Chewbacca. What do you think?”
Chewbacca. Chad considered this, although it wasn’t easy to think with Parker’s fingers doing naughty things behind his back. He supposed that he didn’t want to wear the Boba Fett costume again, anyway; so why not Chewbacca? That wookie had been AWESOME. And he’d get to go everywhere that Parker did, since Chewie had been Han Solo’s co-pilot and friend. “I guess I could do that,” he said. “It’ll take awhile to put together a good costume, but…”
“We’ll work on it together,” Parker told him with a smile.
That sounded great to him. “Yeah,” Chad agreed softly. “We’ll work on it together.”
The taxi pulled up at the curb. “Time to go home,” Parker said, anticipation in his voice.
Chad followed him over to the cab eagerly. Yes, it was definitely time for them to go home. Where they would indulge in lots of hot, wild, animal sex – and the Force would most definitely be with them.
The End