Han lifted his lips from Leia's flushed skin and abruptly halted the motion of his hips, then drew his head back to stare at her in frank astonishment.
"What's the matter?" she teased, one eyebrow arching . "Didn't think I had it in me to talk like that?"
"Sweetheart," he gasped. "You got it in you to do any damn thing you want. But I'm gonna need to hear that again."
Leia convulsed in gales of laughter, then tightened her legs around him and met his gaze.
"Okay, Hotshot," she smirked, "but you're going to have to work for it."
