The Man in the Moon (OT, Han Solo/Leia Organa, R)
Title: The Man in the Moon
Author: saucysushi
Rating: R for explicit sexual content. No kiddies allowed.
Word count: 3596 words.
Summary: OT, Leia/Han: fast and dirty, first time scenario where Leia is not a terrified virgin - shell-shocked.
A/N: So I know the Cloud City theory is tired but after watching the movies it just makes the most sense it happened there. Also, it's late and probably has some shoddy grammer. Whatever. I'm sure it just makes it sexier. *shifty eyes*
The girl let the shirt drop from her fingers. It gently fell onto the floor in a pool of pale blue. It was his shirt. The smashball championship final between the Corellian Drednaughts and the Ranphyxes from Elom. Great game. Sure, Lando had sent beautiful gowns up. But Han would bet everything he owned that the only reason the gambler was so familiar with women's clothing was because he spent most of his time getting them out of it. All Leia had to her name at the moment was that puffy jumpsuit. Not even pajamas. Which was why she was wearing his stuff and not Calrissian's swathes of shimmersilk.
But he could hardly think straight about that right then. She was standing in front of him mostly naked. Dark hair falling down around her shoulders in chestnut waves. A slender arm crossed over beautiful milky white breasts. Han could still see a pink rosebud nipple peeking out. She was so pale he could see blue veins pulsing beneath her skin. Long legs that went on forever. They only ended at the barrier of her white undergarments. Leia's small dancing feet curled uneasily into the deep carpet.
All of that would have been great by itself but it was the way the Princess was looking at him that made all the blood in his body shoot towards his pants. Her brown eyes were flashing with anger, daring him to say anything. He would have but his breath was catching in his throat. “I'm not scared of anything,” she said haughtily, “especially not you, Han.” She said his name like it was an insult. Her ripe red lips were curling with disdain. It wasn't masochistic that he liked that. The smuggler liked feisty and Leia had plenty of spirit to go around. Only she could strip down yet still look at him like he was scum.
The Princess was lying. She was scared, scared of a lot of things. He was scared. Everyone was scared. But the day he panicked was the day she panicked. He had to hold it together for Leia. Sure, things looked bad and he was no optimist but it didn't mean they wouldn't find a way out of it.
Her face crumpled. “Whoa, hey, what's wrong?” Han steered her gently towards the couch. Leia's shoulders were shaking with quiet sobs. He sloshed a generous helping of brandy into a fancy crystal tumbler and handed it to her. She downed it in one shot. Leia coughed, her eyes watering even more with the burning. “You got the shakes, honey, it's gonna be fine.”
You didn't have to be a Jedi like Luke to see that. She was scared of losing people so she pushed them away. Maybe that was what she was doing now. Ah, Leia. Sometimes she didn't make no sense to him. Why was she doing this but still bristling like an angry rock cat? At least she wasn't scared of him. She never had been.
Han forced himself to calm down. He thought of Wookiee hair clogging the refresher drain, Jabba, the infected blaster wound he'd once had, the really overweight Twi'lek on Ord Mantell. He'd have to play his cards close to his chest. Things could keep going the way they were or Leia might storm out in a huff. The smuggler was so close after waiting so long. There was no way he was gonna blow it. He'd have to choose his words very carefully. “You gonna kiss me or fight me?” he asked coolly. Like he didn't care which. “Go on, lay one on me,” he challenged. A smirk settled over his face.
“I never said I'd do either,” she said archly. There was something wicked in her expression. Leia turned away towards the panoramic window. The bedroom was so big he could have parked a starfighter in it. The sleep couch could swallow you whole. The impressive hanging chandelier probably cost more than he made in a year. But he would have shelled out the credits just to have the light from the skylights refract onto the girl standing beneath it. It was dusk now, so the room was bathed with the last purple and pinks of the sunset. The brilliant cold hardness of the stars was taking over. The Princess knew exactly what she was doing. What effect she was having. Well, two could play that game.
Han came up behind her, slow enough that she could hear him. He stopped a handspan away from her back. It was close enough that she could feel his hot breath on her skin. He watched as the fair hairs prickled on her neck. “You're an awful tease, Highness,” he growled. The girl's shoulders tensed. That was what she was - a girl. Too young to be a woman but old enough to know what she wanted. Just another girl, he reminded himself. Solo couldn't understand why he was so nervous and so eager. “I thought I told you to stop calling me that,” she said.
“Sure, Leia,” he drawled the way he had back on the Falcon. Before Threepio had crashed their private party. Leia, Leia, Leia. If Han had been the metaphorical type he would have said that her name was like someone letting out a long relieved breath.
Carefully, he pressed himself against her. One hand resting lightly on her smooth hip. When she didn't shake it off he wrapped his other arm around her soft stomach to pull her close. His face was buried in her hair. It was still damp from the bath, wavy from its usual braided arrangement. She smelled like the cold wind and fresh air. After a few moments he tucked it back. He could feel her chest rise and fall rapidly. Solo nuzzled her shoulder, his lips trailing over her skin in feather-light kisses.
The man stroked the curve of her hip, toying with the elastic of her surprisingly frilly panties. Just letting his fingers run along it. His left hand was going up the inside of her thigh. Rubbing up and down until she shivered. He made a quiet sound like he found it funny. Then he began to pull her undergarments down.
Leia wrenched herself away before wheeling on him with fury. She raised her hand to slap him but he caught her wrist easily between strong fingers. “How dare you!” she hissed. She twisted in his grasp but he wasn't letting go. Han grabbed her waist. They were face to face. Her eyes were as piercing as pins that stuck flutterbys to boards. She was searching for something. A guarantee maybe. Their gazes locked. The intensity was overwhelming, like the thick smoke of incense rising in the air. All he could feel was her breasts pressed against him. All he could see was the blush starting in her cheeks. “How dare I what?” he murmured. “You ain't angry at me.”
The Princess deflated a little. It occurred to him maybe she'd never done this before. Royal bloodlines and all that couldn't have their heir jumping in and out of bed with any guy who came along. It'd explain a lot.
“I know what men and woman do!” Leia had snapped. She'd been sipping daintily at a glass of punch after the ceremony. Han had already pawned off his medal onto someone else. It was a piece of junk he'd only lose. “Knowing and doing are two different things, Princess,” he'd leered.
Han's shrunken conscience made him ask: “If you don't want this, say something.” He never mentioned virginity. If it mattered that much to her she'd say something. Leia wasn't the kind to kiss and tell. It was her business. “I-” she started to say but her voice trailed off. She swallowed hard. “I want this. I want you.” Something warm bloomed right above his heart.
He gave a crooked grin: “Knew it.”
“You stupid scruffy two-bit dumb as a dewback nerfherder, I should - why I never - you aren't a nice man!” Huh. Well, the insults were coming along nicely. There was a new one in there.
Han nodded like those were fair points. “Then let me be a nice man.”
The Corellian captured her lips in a deep kiss. She tasted so much better than he'd remembered. It was better than anything Han could have dreamed of. He'd been waiting to kiss her again for so long. Those tedious hours in the Falcon; snapping at each other. Every time she leaned over the control panel she showed off the soft curves of her ass. The jumpsuit seemed to emphasize rather than hide it. The scent of her when she entered the cockpit. Leia always smelled clean and powdery in comparison to Chewie's fur and Han's own sweat.
He'd wanted to make her admit what she might have said on Hoth. Or else make her realize she could no longer deny what they had. The smuggler had wanted to shove her up against the wall and make her breathless with need. That peck on his cheek only made it worse. He knew he had it bad. When they came up for air the words slipped out of his mouth before he could think about them. “You know I'm crazy about you, right, honey?” Here he was babbling like a love-sick kid after too many rounds. He was out of practice or something. But like most times, plans went out the window as soon as reality hit. Things never turned out exactly the way you wanted them to.
Hell, not that a hot and bothered Leia was a disappointment. She smiled slowly. “I always knew you were crazy,” she said. His eyes crinkled with a grin he didn't dare extend to his mouth. He released her wrist, letting it drop to her side. But he took her slender hand in his, gently massaging it with his perpetually grease-stained fingers. “You like it,” he said with more than a bit of bravado.
And then they were on each other in a frenzy. Cursing, grabbing and kissing hard enough to bruise. Her lips were red and chapped. She bit down on his ear hard enough to make him grunt with pain but her cool hand was down the front of his pants and he couldn't even think. They crashed into the curved wall with twin oofs. Solo lifted Leia's legs around his waist and pinned her there easily. She was a slip of a thing. She willingly crossed her ankles. The girl gripped his neck for balance.“That ain't fair,” he gasped. Miss prissy princess knew more about males then she let on, with what she was doing to his man parts right then. He felt himself stir.
Luckily for Han he wasn't without a defense. His head was at the perfect level to worry her dusky nipples between his lips. They rose to hard nubs quickly. He worried one, and then the other between his teeth until her body jerked against his with the sensation. Then the man laved her nipples with his tongue. She had perky breasts - not too big, not too small but enough to get a good squeeze out of. Girl breasts. As fresh and ripe for the taking as they would ever be. She made a quiet noise in the back of her throat. “No,” Leia gasped, “what isn't fair is that you still have your pants on.”
“Whatever milady desires,” he mocked. His tone wavered as her hand removed itself from his trousers and started it on his belt. She was deft, he'd give her that. But she was all keyed and raring to go. If he didn't slow things down it was going to be over before they knew it. Fast was fine in his books but this was going to be a waste. Besides, he couldn't keep holding her up much longer. His pants dropped down his legs. Han easily stepped out of them. “Bed,” he growled.
The smuggler moved them. He dropped Leia onto the mattress, then covered her with his own long lean body. It was time to finish what he started earlier. Han liked to think he knew a thing or two about how to make a woman happy. The first thing he always made sure of was that she was as excited as him. A lot of men were too eager to just thrust in, unable to hold on a little longer. Women needed to be touched, stroked, licked. The smuggler liked having nails dig into his back. He liked how women gasped and moaned. He liked how their legs trembled. He liked their musky smell. It had to feel good for Leia.
His warm palm slid down to caress her waist, to glide over the firm slope of her ass, trail over her stomach and finally slip between her legs. The Corellian stroked her folds through the damp fabric of her panties. “You ain't gonna deck me if I take these off?” he murmured. Leia only laughed. He slipped them down over her thighs. She helped kick them off. Revealed was a halo of dark soft curls that covered her girl bits. They hid sweet pink petals that he didn't hesitate to gentle. Her legs squirmed. After a few moments he pressed a blunt finger up into her. Slowly.
“What-” she began but he only shushed her. Han pressed a kiss to her lips. Her breathing was ragged. “Relax, sweetheart,” he encouraged. A second finger joined the first, moving together in unison to turn the discomfort into a growing pressure somewhere inside her. Leia was already wet. That was a good sign. This was where the magic happened. He curled the two fingers inside her, almost hooking them. His rough thumb kept rubbing her clit in a way he knew made the feeling almost unbearable. “Gods,” she moaned. He could feel her vagina clench around him in warning. He removed his slick fingers.
“I've got something better,” he promised. Underneath him, Leia raised an aristocratic eyebrow. She cast a significant look at the fully erect member between their legs. “It doesn't even surprise me you don't wear anything under your trousers,” she sighed. It sounded almost affectionate. “It's convenient for moments like these,” he smirked. “You got uh...protection?”
“A blaster?” she frowned at him. He ducked his head so she wouldn't see him grin. He wasn't sure whether she was being serious or not but it was funny all the same. I know what men and women do. Sure. Sure. “Nevermind. I've got it covered,” he said. Solo was always prepared for things like this. They'd invented a wide spectrum shot that made human males shoot blanks. The Falcon's medical log told him he was clean when he checked a month or so ago. “Ready?” he asked.
“Ready as I'll ever be.”
He pushed in. Leia's eyes closed. Her face was pinched with pain. She was a virgin. There was no way you could fake that expression. Even if he had made her looser it still hurt. “Just breathe,” he whispered, “Take a deep breath.” She was so tight, he was totally encased in ecstatic velvet heat. Han thought he saw starlines appear before his eyes. He could die happy, right then and right now. They hadn't even gotten to the fun part yet! The man slowly began ease in and out of her, taking his time about it. She needed to adjust. Every thrust seemed to drag a breath out of her but gradually she relaxed. He continued to lazily stroke her clit with one hand, the other half-cradled her. The smuggler pressed hot kisses to her neck and mouth. Leia's cool slender fingers roamed his body, running up and down his back. It made his skin prickle with desire.
“Faster!” she groaned. Han didn't need to be told twice. He didn't think he could hold on much longer as it was. He pounded into her with such force he was half-afraid he was hurting her. But Leia was arching her hips in pleasure, her mouth open in a perfect O. Sharp gasps echoed in the empty space. Breathy and shuddering things. A dull thud told him that the headboard was definitely slamming against the wall. They were both speaking gibberish by now. “I need....I need....Force... Han...” she moaned.
Han buried his face in between her lovely breasts. It muffled what he was saying. “You're so beautiful honey, you're so beautiful by all the little gods I want you again and again you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen I just want to -” The Princess gripped his hair in the face of oncoming orgasm. “Ride it out,” he panted in encouragement. Leia's whole body went completely rigid. Then she was limp and still as a doll. His head was released. Her eyes were glazed and dewy in the afterglow.
“Honey, I've got to - I've got to,” Han groaned. Without warning, he shifted them both so Leia was practically bouncing up and down on his lap. The heavily embroidered decorative pillows were flung off the side of the bed in the act. Her breasts were pressed against his chest in unbearable friction. The man wrapped his arms around her. It was the answering embrace that pushed him over the edge. Time seemed to stop entirely. Leia was everywhere. Her smell. Her hot and sweating body pressed against his. Her long hair dishevelled. He let out a half-yell then tumbled back with her to lie on the mattress.
The sheets were soaked beneath them. They just lay panting there for a few minutes, trying to catch their breath. Han wiped the perspiration off his face with an arm. The Princess smoothed her hair back, one hand clutching it. The silence became awkward. Solo had to say something. “Are you ok?” he asked. “Just a little sore. In a good way,” she murmured dreamily. If Han had been religious, he would have thanked the Force. Instead he thanked himself for holding out until she came.
They could have gotten cleaned up but they were both too tired. They'd escaped from Hoth, the Imperial Fleet and a space slug fairly recently. He figured those were good excuses. Solo just tore the top sheet off and left it at that. Let the tidy droid think what it would of the few drops of blood. “Thank you,” she said quietly.
“For the sex?”
“Yes. Sort of.” She shifted beside him. “I wanted to do it with you because I knew you'd treat me like I'm like everybody else. I know what they call me behind my back and you don't seem to care. You don't treat me like I'm something fragile. You don't put me on a pedestal. I'm just Leia to you and I wanted you to make love to me like I was just Leia. And you did."
He didn't have anything to say back to that besides “You're welcome.” At least the inevitable emotional outburst hadn't been anything like let's live happily ever after and get married and have three kids. But there wasn't anything romantic either. She sounded almost practical.
It bothered him until she pleaded: "Don't leave yet." Something like empathy stabbed him in the heart. “I ain't that kind of guy. I'll stay as long as you want,” he said. It wasn't like he'd been planning to get up and sleep in his own bed after that.
It didn't take her long to fall asleep with her head pillowed on his shoulder and one hand flung across his chest. Han studied her face in rest for a long time; the way her lips remained slightly open and how her lashes brushed the soft flesh under her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed in sleep. He forgot sometimes how young she really was. Under her confident and distant exterior she was still trying to feel her way around in a galaxy that had forever changed her. She'd had to grow up fast. Her last words played over and over in his head. The Princess needed him. Him. She had admitted defeat; trusting him.
Han didn't think he would ever get tired of seeing her with a blanket twined around her body, dark hair spilling across the mattress. And that was the tip-off. He didn't want anyone else but Leia. It frightened him. The last woman he had loved left him. They always did. Han had thought he'd never heal but here he was again. But it was different this time. He didn't know how. It just was.
Leia was stronger. He'd trailed her around most of the galaxy going from one life threatening situation to another for her sake. The Rebellion was a worthy cause but if it hadn't been for Luke and Leia he would have never stuck around. Her opinion mattered to him. He had to prove he wasn't just a mercenary. He wanted her to like him. He wanted to please her. He wanted to do what Leia did. It didn't matter where she went, he just wanted to be around her. “I think I...” he whispered, trying out the words he hadn't said to anyone in a long time. “I think I love you, Leia.” Her chest continued to rise and fall underneath the silky fabric in deep slumber.
Author: saucysushi
Rating: R for explicit sexual content. No kiddies allowed.
Word count: 3596 words.
Summary: OT, Leia/Han: fast and dirty, first time scenario where Leia is not a terrified virgin - shell-shocked.
A/N: So I know the Cloud City theory is tired but after watching the movies it just makes the most sense it happened there. Also, it's late and probably has some shoddy grammer. Whatever. I'm sure it just makes it sexier. *shifty eyes*
The girl let the shirt drop from her fingers. It gently fell onto the floor in a pool of pale blue. It was his shirt. The smashball championship final between the Corellian Drednaughts and the Ranphyxes from Elom. Great game. Sure, Lando had sent beautiful gowns up. But Han would bet everything he owned that the only reason the gambler was so familiar with women's clothing was because he spent most of his time getting them out of it. All Leia had to her name at the moment was that puffy jumpsuit. Not even pajamas. Which was why she was wearing his stuff and not Calrissian's swathes of shimmersilk.
But he could hardly think straight about that right then. She was standing in front of him mostly naked. Dark hair falling down around her shoulders in chestnut waves. A slender arm crossed over beautiful milky white breasts. Han could still see a pink rosebud nipple peeking out. She was so pale he could see blue veins pulsing beneath her skin. Long legs that went on forever. They only ended at the barrier of her white undergarments. Leia's small dancing feet curled uneasily into the deep carpet.
All of that would have been great by itself but it was the way the Princess was looking at him that made all the blood in his body shoot towards his pants. Her brown eyes were flashing with anger, daring him to say anything. He would have but his breath was catching in his throat. “I'm not scared of anything,” she said haughtily, “especially not you, Han.” She said his name like it was an insult. Her ripe red lips were curling with disdain. It wasn't masochistic that he liked that. The smuggler liked feisty and Leia had plenty of spirit to go around. Only she could strip down yet still look at him like he was scum.
The Princess was lying. She was scared, scared of a lot of things. He was scared. Everyone was scared. But the day he panicked was the day she panicked. He had to hold it together for Leia. Sure, things looked bad and he was no optimist but it didn't mean they wouldn't find a way out of it.
Her face crumpled. “Whoa, hey, what's wrong?” Han steered her gently towards the couch. Leia's shoulders were shaking with quiet sobs. He sloshed a generous helping of brandy into a fancy crystal tumbler and handed it to her. She downed it in one shot. Leia coughed, her eyes watering even more with the burning. “You got the shakes, honey, it's gonna be fine.”
You didn't have to be a Jedi like Luke to see that. She was scared of losing people so she pushed them away. Maybe that was what she was doing now. Ah, Leia. Sometimes she didn't make no sense to him. Why was she doing this but still bristling like an angry rock cat? At least she wasn't scared of him. She never had been.
Han forced himself to calm down. He thought of Wookiee hair clogging the refresher drain, Jabba, the infected blaster wound he'd once had, the really overweight Twi'lek on Ord Mantell. He'd have to play his cards close to his chest. Things could keep going the way they were or Leia might storm out in a huff. The smuggler was so close after waiting so long. There was no way he was gonna blow it. He'd have to choose his words very carefully. “You gonna kiss me or fight me?” he asked coolly. Like he didn't care which. “Go on, lay one on me,” he challenged. A smirk settled over his face.
“I never said I'd do either,” she said archly. There was something wicked in her expression. Leia turned away towards the panoramic window. The bedroom was so big he could have parked a starfighter in it. The sleep couch could swallow you whole. The impressive hanging chandelier probably cost more than he made in a year. But he would have shelled out the credits just to have the light from the skylights refract onto the girl standing beneath it. It was dusk now, so the room was bathed with the last purple and pinks of the sunset. The brilliant cold hardness of the stars was taking over. The Princess knew exactly what she was doing. What effect she was having. Well, two could play that game.
Han came up behind her, slow enough that she could hear him. He stopped a handspan away from her back. It was close enough that she could feel his hot breath on her skin. He watched as the fair hairs prickled on her neck. “You're an awful tease, Highness,” he growled. The girl's shoulders tensed. That was what she was - a girl. Too young to be a woman but old enough to know what she wanted. Just another girl, he reminded himself. Solo couldn't understand why he was so nervous and so eager. “I thought I told you to stop calling me that,” she said.
“Sure, Leia,” he drawled the way he had back on the Falcon. Before Threepio had crashed their private party. Leia, Leia, Leia. If Han had been the metaphorical type he would have said that her name was like someone letting out a long relieved breath.
Carefully, he pressed himself against her. One hand resting lightly on her smooth hip. When she didn't shake it off he wrapped his other arm around her soft stomach to pull her close. His face was buried in her hair. It was still damp from the bath, wavy from its usual braided arrangement. She smelled like the cold wind and fresh air. After a few moments he tucked it back. He could feel her chest rise and fall rapidly. Solo nuzzled her shoulder, his lips trailing over her skin in feather-light kisses.
The man stroked the curve of her hip, toying with the elastic of her surprisingly frilly panties. Just letting his fingers run along it. His left hand was going up the inside of her thigh. Rubbing up and down until she shivered. He made a quiet sound like he found it funny. Then he began to pull her undergarments down.
Leia wrenched herself away before wheeling on him with fury. She raised her hand to slap him but he caught her wrist easily between strong fingers. “How dare you!” she hissed. She twisted in his grasp but he wasn't letting go. Han grabbed her waist. They were face to face. Her eyes were as piercing as pins that stuck flutterbys to boards. She was searching for something. A guarantee maybe. Their gazes locked. The intensity was overwhelming, like the thick smoke of incense rising in the air. All he could feel was her breasts pressed against him. All he could see was the blush starting in her cheeks. “How dare I what?” he murmured. “You ain't angry at me.”
The Princess deflated a little. It occurred to him maybe she'd never done this before. Royal bloodlines and all that couldn't have their heir jumping in and out of bed with any guy who came along. It'd explain a lot.
“I know what men and woman do!” Leia had snapped. She'd been sipping daintily at a glass of punch after the ceremony. Han had already pawned off his medal onto someone else. It was a piece of junk he'd only lose. “Knowing and doing are two different things, Princess,” he'd leered.
Han's shrunken conscience made him ask: “If you don't want this, say something.” He never mentioned virginity. If it mattered that much to her she'd say something. Leia wasn't the kind to kiss and tell. It was her business. “I-” she started to say but her voice trailed off. She swallowed hard. “I want this. I want you.” Something warm bloomed right above his heart.
He gave a crooked grin: “Knew it.”
“You stupid scruffy two-bit dumb as a dewback nerfherder, I should - why I never - you aren't a nice man!” Huh. Well, the insults were coming along nicely. There was a new one in there.
Han nodded like those were fair points. “Then let me be a nice man.”
The Corellian captured her lips in a deep kiss. She tasted so much better than he'd remembered. It was better than anything Han could have dreamed of. He'd been waiting to kiss her again for so long. Those tedious hours in the Falcon; snapping at each other. Every time she leaned over the control panel she showed off the soft curves of her ass. The jumpsuit seemed to emphasize rather than hide it. The scent of her when she entered the cockpit. Leia always smelled clean and powdery in comparison to Chewie's fur and Han's own sweat.
He'd wanted to make her admit what she might have said on Hoth. Or else make her realize she could no longer deny what they had. The smuggler had wanted to shove her up against the wall and make her breathless with need. That peck on his cheek only made it worse. He knew he had it bad. When they came up for air the words slipped out of his mouth before he could think about them. “You know I'm crazy about you, right, honey?” Here he was babbling like a love-sick kid after too many rounds. He was out of practice or something. But like most times, plans went out the window as soon as reality hit. Things never turned out exactly the way you wanted them to.
Hell, not that a hot and bothered Leia was a disappointment. She smiled slowly. “I always knew you were crazy,” she said. His eyes crinkled with a grin he didn't dare extend to his mouth. He released her wrist, letting it drop to her side. But he took her slender hand in his, gently massaging it with his perpetually grease-stained fingers. “You like it,” he said with more than a bit of bravado.
And then they were on each other in a frenzy. Cursing, grabbing and kissing hard enough to bruise. Her lips were red and chapped. She bit down on his ear hard enough to make him grunt with pain but her cool hand was down the front of his pants and he couldn't even think. They crashed into the curved wall with twin oofs. Solo lifted Leia's legs around his waist and pinned her there easily. She was a slip of a thing. She willingly crossed her ankles. The girl gripped his neck for balance.“That ain't fair,” he gasped. Miss prissy princess knew more about males then she let on, with what she was doing to his man parts right then. He felt himself stir.
Luckily for Han he wasn't without a defense. His head was at the perfect level to worry her dusky nipples between his lips. They rose to hard nubs quickly. He worried one, and then the other between his teeth until her body jerked against his with the sensation. Then the man laved her nipples with his tongue. She had perky breasts - not too big, not too small but enough to get a good squeeze out of. Girl breasts. As fresh and ripe for the taking as they would ever be. She made a quiet noise in the back of her throat. “No,” Leia gasped, “what isn't fair is that you still have your pants on.”
“Whatever milady desires,” he mocked. His tone wavered as her hand removed itself from his trousers and started it on his belt. She was deft, he'd give her that. But she was all keyed and raring to go. If he didn't slow things down it was going to be over before they knew it. Fast was fine in his books but this was going to be a waste. Besides, he couldn't keep holding her up much longer. His pants dropped down his legs. Han easily stepped out of them. “Bed,” he growled.
The smuggler moved them. He dropped Leia onto the mattress, then covered her with his own long lean body. It was time to finish what he started earlier. Han liked to think he knew a thing or two about how to make a woman happy. The first thing he always made sure of was that she was as excited as him. A lot of men were too eager to just thrust in, unable to hold on a little longer. Women needed to be touched, stroked, licked. The smuggler liked having nails dig into his back. He liked how women gasped and moaned. He liked how their legs trembled. He liked their musky smell. It had to feel good for Leia.
His warm palm slid down to caress her waist, to glide over the firm slope of her ass, trail over her stomach and finally slip between her legs. The Corellian stroked her folds through the damp fabric of her panties. “You ain't gonna deck me if I take these off?” he murmured. Leia only laughed. He slipped them down over her thighs. She helped kick them off. Revealed was a halo of dark soft curls that covered her girl bits. They hid sweet pink petals that he didn't hesitate to gentle. Her legs squirmed. After a few moments he pressed a blunt finger up into her. Slowly.
“What-” she began but he only shushed her. Han pressed a kiss to her lips. Her breathing was ragged. “Relax, sweetheart,” he encouraged. A second finger joined the first, moving together in unison to turn the discomfort into a growing pressure somewhere inside her. Leia was already wet. That was a good sign. This was where the magic happened. He curled the two fingers inside her, almost hooking them. His rough thumb kept rubbing her clit in a way he knew made the feeling almost unbearable. “Gods,” she moaned. He could feel her vagina clench around him in warning. He removed his slick fingers.
“I've got something better,” he promised. Underneath him, Leia raised an aristocratic eyebrow. She cast a significant look at the fully erect member between their legs. “It doesn't even surprise me you don't wear anything under your trousers,” she sighed. It sounded almost affectionate. “It's convenient for moments like these,” he smirked. “You got uh...protection?”
“A blaster?” she frowned at him. He ducked his head so she wouldn't see him grin. He wasn't sure whether she was being serious or not but it was funny all the same. I know what men and women do. Sure. Sure. “Nevermind. I've got it covered,” he said. Solo was always prepared for things like this. They'd invented a wide spectrum shot that made human males shoot blanks. The Falcon's medical log told him he was clean when he checked a month or so ago. “Ready?” he asked.
“Ready as I'll ever be.”
He pushed in. Leia's eyes closed. Her face was pinched with pain. She was a virgin. There was no way you could fake that expression. Even if he had made her looser it still hurt. “Just breathe,” he whispered, “Take a deep breath.” She was so tight, he was totally encased in ecstatic velvet heat. Han thought he saw starlines appear before his eyes. He could die happy, right then and right now. They hadn't even gotten to the fun part yet! The man slowly began ease in and out of her, taking his time about it. She needed to adjust. Every thrust seemed to drag a breath out of her but gradually she relaxed. He continued to lazily stroke her clit with one hand, the other half-cradled her. The smuggler pressed hot kisses to her neck and mouth. Leia's cool slender fingers roamed his body, running up and down his back. It made his skin prickle with desire.
“Faster!” she groaned. Han didn't need to be told twice. He didn't think he could hold on much longer as it was. He pounded into her with such force he was half-afraid he was hurting her. But Leia was arching her hips in pleasure, her mouth open in a perfect O. Sharp gasps echoed in the empty space. Breathy and shuddering things. A dull thud told him that the headboard was definitely slamming against the wall. They were both speaking gibberish by now. “I need....I need....Force... Han...” she moaned.
Han buried his face in between her lovely breasts. It muffled what he was saying. “You're so beautiful honey, you're so beautiful by all the little gods I want you again and again you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen I just want to -” The Princess gripped his hair in the face of oncoming orgasm. “Ride it out,” he panted in encouragement. Leia's whole body went completely rigid. Then she was limp and still as a doll. His head was released. Her eyes were glazed and dewy in the afterglow.
“Honey, I've got to - I've got to,” Han groaned. Without warning, he shifted them both so Leia was practically bouncing up and down on his lap. The heavily embroidered decorative pillows were flung off the side of the bed in the act. Her breasts were pressed against his chest in unbearable friction. The man wrapped his arms around her. It was the answering embrace that pushed him over the edge. Time seemed to stop entirely. Leia was everywhere. Her smell. Her hot and sweating body pressed against his. Her long hair dishevelled. He let out a half-yell then tumbled back with her to lie on the mattress.
The sheets were soaked beneath them. They just lay panting there for a few minutes, trying to catch their breath. Han wiped the perspiration off his face with an arm. The Princess smoothed her hair back, one hand clutching it. The silence became awkward. Solo had to say something. “Are you ok?” he asked. “Just a little sore. In a good way,” she murmured dreamily. If Han had been religious, he would have thanked the Force. Instead he thanked himself for holding out until she came.
They could have gotten cleaned up but they were both too tired. They'd escaped from Hoth, the Imperial Fleet and a space slug fairly recently. He figured those were good excuses. Solo just tore the top sheet off and left it at that. Let the tidy droid think what it would of the few drops of blood. “Thank you,” she said quietly.
“For the sex?”
“Yes. Sort of.” She shifted beside him. “I wanted to do it with you because I knew you'd treat me like I'm like everybody else. I know what they call me behind my back and you don't seem to care. You don't treat me like I'm something fragile. You don't put me on a pedestal. I'm just Leia to you and I wanted you to make love to me like I was just Leia. And you did."
He didn't have anything to say back to that besides “You're welcome.” At least the inevitable emotional outburst hadn't been anything like let's live happily ever after and get married and have three kids. But there wasn't anything romantic either. She sounded almost practical.
It bothered him until she pleaded: "Don't leave yet." Something like empathy stabbed him in the heart. “I ain't that kind of guy. I'll stay as long as you want,” he said. It wasn't like he'd been planning to get up and sleep in his own bed after that.
It didn't take her long to fall asleep with her head pillowed on his shoulder and one hand flung across his chest. Han studied her face in rest for a long time; the way her lips remained slightly open and how her lashes brushed the soft flesh under her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed in sleep. He forgot sometimes how young she really was. Under her confident and distant exterior she was still trying to feel her way around in a galaxy that had forever changed her. She'd had to grow up fast. Her last words played over and over in his head. The Princess needed him. Him. She had admitted defeat; trusting him.
Han didn't think he would ever get tired of seeing her with a blanket twined around her body, dark hair spilling across the mattress. And that was the tip-off. He didn't want anyone else but Leia. It frightened him. The last woman he had loved left him. They always did. Han had thought he'd never heal but here he was again. But it was different this time. He didn't know how. It just was.
Leia was stronger. He'd trailed her around most of the galaxy going from one life threatening situation to another for her sake. The Rebellion was a worthy cause but if it hadn't been for Luke and Leia he would have never stuck around. Her opinion mattered to him. He had to prove he wasn't just a mercenary. He wanted her to like him. He wanted to please her. He wanted to do what Leia did. It didn't matter where she went, he just wanted to be around her. “I think I...” he whispered, trying out the words he hadn't said to anyone in a long time. “I think I love you, Leia.” Her chest continued to rise and fall underneath the silky fabric in deep slumber.