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Han seemed to have a knack for knowing just when to walk in the door of the tiny office Leia occupied off the Alliance command center. It technically wasn’t even really an office—it was originally a storage area that somehow never actually collected any items for storage, save the small desk that had been moved in here at some point. Gradually it had just become known as Leia’s office, and she was really the only person who came in here, unless someone was meeting with her.
It was late, quiet. She’d been buried in intelligence reports for a while now, and had been trying to rally herself to power through them when she heard the familiar footsteps and the light knock on the door separating the room from the rest of the command center.
Leia would readily admit that Han was a welcome distraction. Her eyes had been starting to cross.
“Come in,” she said, and he did.
He had that little smirk on his face that alternately annoyed and delighted her.
“Some security you got here,” he said. “I could’ve been the Empire, for all you knew.”
Leia could feel her eyebrow arch instinctively as she looked at him. “The Empire doesn’t knock,” she said. “And if they’re here already, we have bigger problems.”
He laughed and plunked down one of the thermal kaffe mugs from the Falcon, per his usual habit at this time of night.
“Thank you,” she said, snatching it up greedily. Her own kaffe had grown cold while she’d been working, and it was from the mess, anyway, a bit too watery for her taste. Han always brought her the stuff he and Chewie brewed on the Falcon. Strong enough to stand a spoon in, just the way she liked.
Han was lingering, looking around the room a bit. She wasn’t sure why; it wasn’t like this place was all that interesting. There wasn't even really anything on the walls, save a few tactical maps she used for reference.
“Was there something else?” Leia asked him.
Han’s attention was still on the walls around them.
“It’s a little warmer in here,” he said, not really in answer to her question. But not not directed to her.
It had been a little while since their last encounter, but Leia’s mind quickly jumped back there, and she felt herself warming slightly at the thought. He wasn’t suggesting something…here? Now?
No. Han had been back to her office countless times since then. He always flirted with her; that was just Han. And he’d never suggested anything before; she assumed he respected that her office wasn’t really appropriate for that sort of—
“Came to see you,” he said, finally answering her question and breaking her away from her thoughts. “And to, y’know, check something out.”
Leia could feel her eyebrow go higher. “Check what out?”
He grinned. Not the smirk, but something warmer, deeper.
“Had a plan,” he answered, and then shrugged lightly. “More like an idea, I guess.”
He was suggesting something. “Han, this is not a good time for a—”
“For a booty call?” His lips curled up in that lopsided way that she really should not find so attractive.
Leia broke into laughter, despite the fact that this was about the least discreet way of referring to things that she could think of. “Is that what we’re calling it?"
Han was laughing, too. “Nah, don’t really say that. ‘Less you want to call it—”
“Han.” She needed to stop him. She was in her office.
“What?”
“This is my office.”
“Yeah, I know where I am. Came here to see you,” he repeated.
“You’ve seen me.”
“You don’t want to hear my ideas?” he asked. “They’re good ones.” He leaned casually across the desk, like he’d come to gossip and had something juicy to share. “Almost as good as yours.”
Leia leaned back in her chair.
“Almost?” she began, and then shook her head. She should not be indulging this. “There are other beings out there.”
“Just talkin’ ideas,” he claimed, his face all innocence.
“Uh-huh.”
“We’re just talkin’,” he repeated, putting his hands up. He moved back from her a little, although he was still practically sitting on her desk.
To be honest, Leia rather wished they weren’t just talking right now. And it wasn’t like she hadn’t thought about it. She’d just assumed that they’d completed the circuit after his initial…response to her request, and her recent reciprocation.
And there weren’t many people in the command center at this time of night, but it’s not as if Han Solo’s comings and goings hadn’t already been noted. No matter what they did right now, it’s not like she could prevent what people would say.
“All right,” she said. “Talk.”
“How are you?”
That was an odd question for this point in the conversation. Was he trying to pick her up at a cantina? Had he developed a sudden desire to just shoot the shit in her office? Or did he actually have something to talk with her about?
“Fine,” she answered, deciding it was best to just ignore whatever the hell this was and move on.
“Not workin’ too hard?” he pressed.
This man was impossible. Leia could actually feel her lips thinning in frustration as she tried again to get him back on track.
“Han, what did you want?”
He laughed softly. “I think you need a break.”
She'd put down the kaffe mug, and her hand was now resting on her desk. Han took it in his and began slowly massaging it with one of his thumbs. Her instinct was to pull her hand away, but his hands were warm. And she did like the feel of them on her skin.
She should not be thinking about that right now.
“I think you needed a break before, when you came—” he paused meaningfully—“to me.”
When I came on you, she thought, remembering. Damnit, but he was good at this. And his hands felt wonderful. It was definitely hard, er, difficult, not to think of that right now.
“And I was thinking about how generous you were,” he continued, “to me. On the Falcon.”
Leia would be lying if she said she hadn’t been thinking about that, too. Quite regularly, sometimes several times a day. It hadn’t exactly been a sacrifice for her, either.
“You’re welcome,” is what actually came out of her mouth.
“Uh-uh-uh,” he chided. “I’m still talkin’.”
She gave him a look to indicate, Go on, then.
“Have some things I’d like to do for you,” he continued, his thumb still moving along her hand.
To you, Leia’s mind helpfully translated.
“It’s quiet here,” he said, “nice desk, good place to work….”
“Are we still talking about—”
“Shh.” He put a finger to his lips. “Don’t go jumping to the main event. I’m workin’ up to it.”
Leia wanted to roll her eyes at this, but something about the way his eyes caught hers, the mix of dead seriousness and an implied wink, stopped her.
He went back to listing the virtues of her office. “Warmer here than in the storage area.”
Her eyes narrowed, and though no one was around, she still half-whispered her reply: “You really think I’m going to fuck you in my office?”
He shrugged slightly, undeterred.
“Don’t wanna argue technicalities,” he answered, “but I thought—you might be interested in seeing me be the one on my knees.” He grinned slyly. “Your Worship.”
Leia’s eyes widened. She was expecting him to suggest a quickie, which she was fairly certain she was going to turn down, or perhaps a repeat of their moment in the storage area. The idea of that hadn’t really occurred to her.
Now he had that cocky look on his face. “Hear I look good with something in my mouth.”
Leia felt her cheeks flush as his words brought back an instant sense memory of them in the storage area, his fingers sliding slowly from his lips as he wet them before—
“I have a lot of work to do,” she said, shaking herself out of those thoughts, but not yet pulling her hand away from his.
“Hmm, me too,” he agreed, though his expression made it clear that he wasn’t talking about fixing up the Falcon or going on patrol. His thumb stroked softly against her palm, the callouses making a gentle friction against her skin.
He’s such a distraction, she thought again, although she wasn’t certain at the moment whether that was a problem or an opportunity. Both, perhaps.
“It’s not that I’m not—” she nearly said interested, and that was probably the wrong message to send him at this moment— “Look, I know everyone calls this my office, but it’s a public place. I can’t be—”
A rather satisfied smile developed on Han’s face before he interrupted. “‘S why I was doing a little recon. Logistics planning. You know,” he said, as if he had been planning a mission. “Though we’re good at improvising. If we need to.”
Leia wanted to laugh again, this time at the comparison between their little detours on missions and him proposing a tryst steps away from the main command hub for the entire base, but she resisted. She did let free the smile that had been trying to escape her lips for a while.
“Rather bold to assume I'd take you up on this," she said, raising an eyebrow again. "You don’t know everything about women, you know." He was so confident, so sure of himself right now; he could use to be taken down a peg or two.
Han laughed softly. “Anyone thinks they know about ‘women’ doesn’t know shit about any particular woman.” His thumb resumed its gentle caress. “I know you, Leia.”
The way her name came out of his mouth was gentle, yet almost obscene.
“You like to be out of control, dangerous sometimes, but you decide when.” His thumb was making wide circles on her palm. “How.” His lips curled up in a grin. “With who.”
“Whom,” she corrected, her eyes maintaining their gaze. His fingers paused.
“Whom,” he agreed. “Can’t say I’m complaining about that.”
His fingers returned to their movement on her palm.
Leia kept her eyes focused on him. “You had offered,” she pointed out. It had been weeks of flirtation, of whispered offers and knowing looks, before she'd risked it that first time.
“Still,” Han continued, “You could’ve had anyone you wanted on base. ‘M honored.”
Leia let her disbelief of that statement show on her face. Yes, she’d had the occasional dalliance here and there, especially early on after Yavin, but for the most part people didn’t approach her. And it would’ve been inappropriate for her to approach many of them. If Han hadn’t made his offer clear…
“‘M serious,” Han insisted.
Leia let her gaze fall to where he was still stroking her hand, then brought her eyes back up to his face.
“It seems that you are, yes,” she said quietly.
Maybe it was them by necessity being so covered up all the time, maybe it was the recollection of their other encounters, maybe it was the heat gathering between them right now, maybe it was that she really did enjoy being out of control as Han said, but Leia was struck with the desire for more. Although logistically speaking, the desk and a fair amount of clothing were still in the way of that.
Leia had a brief thought of actually fucking Han Solo on the desk in her office, right now, and immediately dismissed it, since it was quickly followed by the thought of someone walking in on her fucking Han Solo on the desk in her office. Exhibitionism wasn’t really her thing.
However, Han seemed to have something a little more subtle in mind. Maybe. He was here now, suggesting things. Might as well quit guessing at what he was up to.
“What were you thinking?” she asked. They made a better team when they weren’t at cross purposes.
Her question seemed to have pleased him, and she could see him relax just a little bit. “Well, ‘m thinking if I asked you to the Falcon, you’d say no,” he began.
She nodded slowly. That last time had been a bit of an exception, true, although apparently she was about to make another exception to something.
“And you don’t want people talkin’, and they will, anyone spots me going to your quarters,” he continued. His voice remained smooth and matter-of-fact, although for some reason Leia could tell there was a tiny bit of hurt in it. Like he thought she was ashamed of being associated with him, that he was her dirty little secret.
“Han, it’s not like that,” she began to protest.
“‘S okay,” he said, heading her off. “You get more attention than the average grunt. Don’t want people makin’ more of things than they are, I get it.”
It was a relief that he understood, although she still couldn’t quite shake that feeling of hurt coming from him.
“Anyway,” he continued, “can’t exactly do what I want without losing at least some clothes in the process. So I was thinkin’ about options.”
Leia couldn’t quite believe she was still entertaining this, but she was suddenly thinking about the space beneath her desk and to what degree Han might be able to fit there. He was awfully tall, but he did fit into many cramped little spaces on the Falcon.
And it couldn’t happen tonight, with what she was wearing right now. She was almost disappointed, realizing that.
Han’s grin got wider. “You’re thinkin’ about it,” he guessed. She supposed he knew her expressions a little too well.
Leia smiled, in spite of herself. “If I were,” she allowed, “we would need some contingencies in place.” Her eyes flicked towards the door. “If we were caught—”
“Not gonna get caught,” he assured her.
Leia narrowed her eyes, and then chose to mostly ignore that interjection. “We’ll need a plan, for when Toryn or Wes or goddess forbid Jan or Carlist walks in here at the worst possible moment.”
“I can be quiet,” Han said, his voice slipping into a low tone. “Can you?”
Leia was about to retort that if she could, perhaps what he was offering wasn’t worth the risk, but she stopped herself mid-breath. Instead, she had a sudden vision of herself trying desperately not to make a sound as Han worked her over.
She blinked twice, quickly, to banish that thought.
“I can manage.” Her voice came out huskier than usual, like she was instinctively matching Han’s tone.
Now Han was the one blinking at her.
“All right then,” he said, recovering, though his voice remained in that lower register. “Let’s make a plan.”
At some point, it occurred to Leia that they had gone on a number of covert missions involving less preparation than this. If Luke had known about the level of planning she and Han had undertaken for this evening, he would have given her no escape from his gently probing questions and patient yet pointed looks.
But Luke was away on a mission with the Rogues, which also helped cut down significantly on the likelihood that this evening’s meeting would be interrupted or exposed by a prank, or would find its way into a betting pool.
Leia was shivering slightly, unsure as to whether it was in anticipation, or because she had eschewed her usual snowsuit for a still-warm but more versatile long dress. Her office was warmer than most spots on base, but it was still cold.
There was a light knock at the door, in a pattern they’d established, and then Han came in with a thermal mug of kaffe. Leia rose from her chair to greet him.
“Evenin’, Leia,” he said in a low tone that managed to be casual and alluring all at the same time. How did he manage that?
“Hello,” she greeted, and took the mug he was holding out to her. “Thank you.”
“‘Course.”
Leia suddenly realized that for all their planning, they hadn’t really much mapped out the leadup here. Was there foreplay, or were they going to jump right to the action? Was he even going to kiss her?
She took a long drink of kaffe. Stalling, maybe, but he’d brought it for her. And it wouldn't hurt for her to warm up a little.
“Pretty quiet out there?” she asked as she put down the mug. Still stalling, a little.
Han nodded. “Yeah.” His voice was soft.
“You locked the door?” she confirmed.
He nodded again.
They looked at each other for a long moment, and then Leia moved her chair back to allow room between her and the desk, and Han came over to where she was standing and put one hand lightly on her waist.
“This okay?” he asked, and she nodded.
There was another moment between them, another long look. Han gently ran his hand up from her waist toward her ribcage, and then back down to her hip.
“This is nice,” he commented, indicating the dress.
Leia couldn’t help a small smile at that. He’d seen her in this dress a million times; it wasn’t anything remotely special.
“Thanks,” she replied, and allowed herself to touch him, too, moving one hand to Han’s waist.
A beat passed in silence, then Han cleared his throat.
“So,” he began, then immediately trailed off. But now that the silence was broken, both of them were moving, Leia pulling out the desk chair and Han heading towards the little spot beneath the desk that she’d prepared for him.
When they were both settled, Leia realized that one of the drawbacks to this setup was that she wasn’t going to be able to see Han’s face. She’d known that, practically speaking. It was just that seeing it in practice made things seem a little less personal.
“Thanks for the blanket,” Han said softly from beneath the desk. He’d already moved the bottom of her dress out of the way and had begun moving his hands up her legs, starting at her tall boots and now just breaching the backs of her knees.
“Figured it would be less cold,” she acknowledged. “And we wouldn’t want to bruise your pretty knees.”
Han’s muffled laugh warmed her, made her relax into his touch. His hands were warm, and they felt good against her skin as he ran them up and down one leg, then the other, just touching, caressing.
He repeated the motion a few times, slowing each time he reached her upper thighs and then retreating back down, until finally he had his hands running up the inside of both legs at the same time. Leia parted her thighs. She couldn’t see anything, only feel his hands and the uptick of her own breathing.
He paused, then ran one hand higher, all the way to her hip, resting it there. Leia smiled, knowing what he'd just discovered.
“Princess,” Han practically whispered, “wasn’t expecting you to leave those off.” He sounded vaguely impressed. And maybe a little turned on?
“Disappointed you can’t tear them off yourself?” she asked. It wasn’t often she managed to surprise him, and she was enjoying his response.
Han responded with a grunt Leia had never heard from him before, followed by his breath suddenly joining his hand on her hip. It tickled, just a bit, and something about that helped Leia relax.
Then his mouth was on her, still high on her hip, his lips gliding across her skin in a series of long kisses. The skirt of her dress was still hiding him from view, but she could feel how soft and wet his lips were, feel his hands holding her firmly, steadying her as he traced a path across her hip and towards her inner thigh.
She breathed in, already feeling some of the air enter her lungs in a little shudder. Han made an appreciative hum at that, and she could feel the slight vibration of it on her thigh.
Closer, please, she thought, but didn't say. Knowing Han, he was going to tease and make her wait for it anyway.
His tongue made a wet circle across her inner thigh, and she breathed in another shudder.
Closer.
As if obeying her, he licked a broad stripe up the inside of her thigh, and Leia felt more sensation the higher he went.
Closer, she thought again, opening her legs a little more, but then he stopped.
"That good?" he asked softly, and Leia suddenly realized she'd given him hardly any actual guidance at all.
"Yes," she answered, a long breath coming out with the word.
"More?" he asked, and somehow that broke the moment in two. What exactly did he think they were here for?
"Yes, I fucking want more," she hissed, and she felt Han let out a laugh.
"That's my bossy princess," he said as his hands moved on her. "Wondered where she went."
"I'm not boss—" Leia's protest abruptly stopped as she felt Han's tongue on her cunt, parting her labia, slick and wet and she could feel everything and—
"Ohhhh," she moaned.
He kept that up, his tongue moving smoothly across her, the speed varying slightly, the pressure firm but steady.
She heard voices passing by, getting closer, and it took her out of the moment for a second, until Han's tongue made it to her clit, causing her to moan again: "Oh, fuck."
Then quick as his tongue was there, it was gone, sliding down to her opening, hitting that one spot on the way down that felt so-fucking-good—
"Fuck," she moaned again, "yes. Right there."
She was beginning to hate that she couldn't see him, that he had to be covered by her skirt and crouched beneath her desk, because she wanted to put her hands fully in his hair as he ate her out, she was sick of hiding him and hiding from him, also fuck, how was he so fucking good at this?
It helped that he responded immediately whenever she gave another whispered direction or another moan, like they were on a mission and he was following her lead at every turn. A moment later, he'd improvise with a move or two of his own that just worked.
The voices outside came closer again, close enough that Leia could make out who was speaking this time. She felt both oddly turned on at the realization that they could walk in, anytime, and suddenly protective of her privacy.
She didn't want Han to stop, she could feel herself ramping up, all the blood running to her cunt and him still licking her, still tasting her, still hitting those spots to the point that her thighs were starting to tremble. But the noises in the background and the sight of these ice-covered walls and the desk where she planned missions were starting to take her out of the moment, starting to split her into two Leias, one who was having a very, very good time and another who was about to break off her chance at an orgasm in favor of listening to whatever Carlist was telling Toryn about data.
"Wait," she said weakly, trying to grab for the outline of his shoulders and back that she could see beneath her skirt.
Han stopped immediately, one hand gently lifting her skirt out of the way and his head emerging.
"You all right?" he asked, concerned.
"Yeah, I just—I think—I heard—" Leia stopped, taking in what she could see of Han's face. Disheveled didn't begin to cover it. He had sex hair. Sex face. And once his concerned look fell away, he had that grin.
She laughed, and he laughed, too, until they realized they might also have been heard, and both paused to listen.
Were the voices coming closer? Leia couldn't tell, but she could tell that the longer they listened, the more likely it was that the moment would be lost.
She looked down at Han again to find him studying her face, his expression a bit more serious now.
Although he still had the sex hair, which made her want to laugh a little. And he was still crouched into the small space beneath her desk.
Leia didn't want to cut this short. Not only for the obvious selfish reasons, but for something in the way he was looking at her right now.
She reached down and gently ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it a little.
They hadn't even kissed this time.
"Another location?" she asked softly.
Han's eyes registered a little surprise, but then his grin came back.
"Got a warm ship and a co-pilot who knows how to keep his mouth shut," he suggested.
Leia nodded, then began to pull her chair back. If she was going to do this, they needed to move now, before she thought her way out of it.
As Han closed the door to his cabin, Leia was dimly aware of the fact that she had once set a strict boundary against anything happening here. She'd considered using their walk over to the ship to establish new parameters for this encounter, but pretending to be all business as they'd left the command center had taken enough of her concentration, and she didn't want to dampen the moment any more than they already had.
Once the door was closed, Han turned and kissed her, in that hungry way he'd done during their first encounter in the storage area, when there'd been no time to waste and a single goal in mind. It was exactly what she needed to shake off the concerns threatening to invade her head, to ground her in the moment they were about to have, to reignite her arousal.
She could taste herself on him, and the reminder of their earlier activity turned her on more than she thought it would.
"What do you want?" he asked breathlessly as they broke apart, still holding her close.
It took a second for Leia's mind to work again; when it did she managed, "You're the one with the ideas."
Han laughed, making a little huff as he did. "I just—if you—I don't—" he began, and then interrupted himself by leaning down to kiss her fiercely again.
When he broke off the kiss this time, his lips moved to her neck, making her shiver.
"Wanna taste you all over, make you come," he breathed in her ear, "fuckin' worship you…."
"Yes," she agreed, "I want that." But she also desperately wanted to touch him, so her hands were fumbling at his waist, pulling his shirt free.
Han's hands were now pulling at the fabric around her hips, his breath hot in her ear. "Can we take this off?"
"Right, yes," Leia agreed, taking a step back to allow Han to pull the dress over her head.
Once the dress was off and discarded, Han's hands were immediately on her again, his eyes regarding her body in a way that made her want to blush.
"Beautiful," he intoned, and kissed her again.
Leia sank into the kiss, but pulled away again after a moment. "You have too many clothes on," she complained, tugging at his waistband.
"I can fix that," he agreed. "Take those boots off and get on the bed."
Damn, that tone of voice was really doing something for her. Leia readily complied, keeping her eyes on him as he made quick work of everything but his boxer briefs.
She thought briefly about telling him that he was beautiful, too. Seeing him all but naked was a new experience. All their previous encounters had involved a minimum of clothing removal.
Han loomed over her for a moment, eyes raking down her body, then settled beside her. He put a hand on the strap of her undergarment, the one bit of clothing she still had on, and ran it gently down to the lace that covered her breasts.
"This is nice," he commented, echoing his compliment about the dress, "but I think it'd look better on my floor." His eyes met hers, with a bit of a tease.
Leia had to laugh. "You're terrible," she said as he helped her take it off.
"You love it," he said, leaning down to kiss her neck again, his hands already beginning to caress her. Yes, this was much better than not being able to see him, of the distractions in her office. And yes, she was making a hell of an exception to their usual dynamic here, but fuck it. She needed this.
His mouth moved down to her breasts, placing a long kiss in the valley between them before teasing her left nipple with his tongue. One of his hands had already moved between her thighs and was beginning to stroke her.
"Han," she moaned softly.
"I've got you, baby," he said, and something about Han calling her "baby" felt just right, personal and immediate and hot and—
"Yes," she moaned, as he nipped her gently before circling her nipple again with his tongue. She was rapidly losing control, losing her breath; something about being here, letting go, felt safe and dangerous at the same time.
He shifted to her other breast, and Leia was briefly aware of the fact that at some point she'd moved her hands to his hair, her fingers running through it.
He was now working her with two fingers inside and a thumb grazing her clit, and Leia was falling apart, trembling, moaning loudly enough that she hoped the cabin was at least somewhat soundproof. Meanwhile, his mouth had begun alternating between teasing her nipples and teasing her with more words.
"Almost got caught in your office," he said, bending down to take a nipple in his mouth again before adding, "Think you kinda liked it."
Before Leia could dispute any of that—if she could, in fact, dispute that—he continued. "Coulda walked in anytime, seen you coming on my tongue…" His fingers punctuated that with an upward move that made Leia gasp before responding.
"Find you on your knees," she continued. Two can play this game, Solo.
Han made a grunt similar to the one he'd made upon discovering she'd chosen to go commando and dove back into her breasts, a muttered "Fuck, yeah" escaping him before his mouth was on her again.
Any thought of the cold outside was gone; Han's mouth was warm on her breast, his hands on her making her spark with sensation, the warmth in her body spreading out from her core to reach every part of her. One of her hands had left his hair to grab at the sheets beneath her, her pleasure spiraling up and up until he interrupted:
"Look at me, Leia."
His voice was deep, at once gentle and commanding, and the sound made something inside her immediately say Yes in response. She opened her eyes.
He was still touching her, stroking her in a steady rhythm, and she briefly thought back to that first time, in the storage area—
Fuck, that's right, Sweetheart, I'm fucking you with my fingers…
Now, his hazel eyes were so lovely, so gentle, his gaze steady yet intense, his hands still moving on her, in her. She was in that place right before the fall, and she thought she might die soon if she didn't—if she—
"Han," she said softly, her eyes still on his, and then cried out as she came, feeling herself shatter and then collapse on the bunk.
She closed her eyes briefly, taking a moment to catch her breath before opening them again.
"Fuck," she said softly, and Han laughed. Somehow he was already holding her, his hand smoothing back a tendril of hair that had escaped from her braids.
"That," Han said slowly, "was fucking hot. Thank you."
She kissed him, still feeling the aftershocks washing over her as their lips moved together. She broke away with a little laugh.
"Shouldn't I be thanking you?" she asked.
Han's face was a little more serious than she'd expected. "Thank you for lettin' me see you," he said. "Lettin' me do that for you."
He kissed her, then was about to settle beside her again when he seemed to think better of it.
"Stay right there, take a breather," he directed, pointing at her. "Be right back."
He sprang up, spent a moment looking for something on the floor, and just as Leia was about to ask what in the stars he was doing, picked up a worn sweatshirt and threw it on. He tossed her another quick grin before going out into the hallway.
Leia relaxed back onto the bunk. There was a small part of her that thought she should probably put her clothes back on and make her excuses to Han, but as the little shivers still occasionally worked through her body, she was less inclined to listen. Deciding to come here had already thrown to the wayside most of the boundaries she'd set for herself with Han, anyway. And he had promised to be right back.
As if on cue, he returned, carrying a glass of water in each hand. He handed one to Leia, then sat down on the bunk beside her, drinking deeply from his own glass.
He set his empty glass on a crate beside the bed and smiled down at her.
"Let me know when you're ready for more."
Leia turned her eyes to him as she took a long drink of her water, a little startled at the suggestion.
He shrugged slightly. "'Less you gotta run." He looked like he had been on the verge of saying something else, but he gave her a little laugh instead. "Haven't even gotten to the worshipin' part yet."
Leia laughed in response, but her insides were already fluttering, remembering their interrupted moment in her office.
Her office. She really did almost fuck Han Solo in her office. And now here she was, naked in his bunk after another incredible orgasm.
Leia handed back the glass. "You really are full of ideas," she said with a small smile.
He put it down, then came back towards her again. "Told you they were good ones."
As he kissed her, Leia felt something inside her let go. She was no longer that Leia divided into two, she was here, with Han, kissing and touching him the way she'd fantasized doing for weeks, months maybe. Only now it was better, because it was real, it was his mouth on hers and his body pressed to hers and her hands reaching under that damned sweatshirt to touch him right back.
After a couple of insistent tugs on his clothing, he was sitting up to discard the sweatshirt again, and she was pulling him right back down to her.
Leia lost track of how long they remained there, just kissing and touching each other, feeling skin against skin, until Han moved down to tease her nipples again.
"Oh, Goddess, I love your mouth on me," she moaned.
"Tell me," he said, in a way that was both challenge and invitation.
"Fuck, your tongue feels so damn good," she began, continuing to encourage him as his mouth worked one peak, and then the next, and finally slipping into a series of Alderaani curse words as he alternated between teeth and tongue.
"'Less that means 'no,' I'm gonna keep goin'," he promised, his mouth moving down her chest and towards her abdomen.
"Yes, I need you," she cried. Her breath was already coming faster, ramping up faster than she had the first time. She wanted it now, but she also wanted it to last.
Then he was there again, between her thighs, and this time she could put her hands in his hair and see him as she told him all the spots that made her tremble; as he worked her up to the edge so that she was fully crying out and cursing in Alderaani; as he retreated, making her beg for it in every language she knew; until she finally crashed over the edge and was madly kissing him again.
It wasn't until he'd brought her over a second time that they both collapsed in the bunk, exhausted.
It took Leia quite a bit longer to catch her breath this time. When she finally did, she found herself running a hand down Han's bare chest to his abdomen, unable to stop touching him, until she observed—
"You're still—"
"You're a fuckin' turn-on, Sweetheart," Han said, tipping up her chin to kiss her.
She moved her hand lower as they kissed. "I could—"
"I'm all good," he insisted, taking her hand in his instead. "Tonight was s'posed to be all about you."
Well, that just made her want to touch him more. She brought their joined hands to her lips for a kiss, then looked at him.
"What if—I want to see you come?" she asked. "Would you let me do that for you?"
Han swallowed. He looked so serious. "Yes," he agreed, and she immediately took him in hand.
He was beautiful to watch, the way his expressions changed, the way he moaned, the way he put himself in her hands, the way he said her name right before he came.
Afterward, they lay there quietly for a few moments.
Han looked over at her. "You're welcome to stay the night. But, ah, if you need to get back, I understand." It was said casually, confidently, but with a bit of vulnerability, like he was bracing himself a little for her answer.
"I don't think I could move if I wanted to," Leia replied, laughing a little. But remembering his tone, she made sure to meet his eyes as she said, more seriously, "I don't want to."
That warm grin was back on his face. "I could make you kaffe in the morning."
He still had sex hair. Actually, the sex hair was much worse, now. But Leia knew the offer was serious, for him as well as for her, so she didn't laugh this time.
Instead, she reached up to smooth his hair again.
"You do have very good ideas," she said, and let him pull the blanket over them.