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Note: This may turn into a little multi-chapter story of one-shots like this if inspiration strikes. We'll see. Happy reading.

Timeline: A few weeks post RotJ

New Governments, Scheduling and Rendezvouses

Chapter One: I Came To Cuddle

Han held his palm up to the reader and the door slid open without a hint of protest. He smiled to himself. He remembered the first time Leia had shown him her flash new Senatorial apartment, complete with prechosen, ostentatious, uncomfortable furniture. That had been five weeks ago, just days after the victory on Endor. They had both still been a little a giddy from their triumph over the Empire and their recent reunion.

He'd waited patiently in the hallway of the sleek Coruscant building for her to let them into her new digs. But she hadn't. Instead she had taken his hand and pressed it against the reader, watching the surprise register on his face as said reader beeped in recognition and the doors opened before them. She'd added his palm to her apartment door reader. Didn't that go against the look of propriety and professionalism and whatever else she had pulled him in for a special 'talk' about the day before.

When he'd asked her that she'd simply shrugged and said something about it being more discrete this way and something else about no one bothering to check who was cleared to enter in her personal accommodation. He'd replied with some smug comment about knowing she'd warm to him one day. She'd rolled her eyes at him and then pulled him through her living quarters at such speed he didn't notice a single thing about them, until they got to her bedroom and she demonstrated just how much she had warmed to him. He didn't notice much about the bedroom that night either.

Han stepped through the doorway, smiling once again at the memory. Five weeks ago. He hadn't seen her at all in the last two of those which was why he was here now sneaking through her apartment in the dead of night, fresh from his latest mission, just to remind himself of what his girlfriend looked like.

He pulled off his boots and dropped his small duffle bag by the door before literally tiptoeing through her living area. He knew what a light sleeper she was and the last thing he wanted to do was disturb the rest he knew she desperately needed.

On reaching the bedroom he found her curled up on what had become her side of the bed. Pleased not to have woken her, he stripped down to his standard issue black boxers. The sight of her looking so comfortable and warm tucked up under the duvet hade made him suddenly tired and he knew he would have to no problem crawling into bed next her and falling asleep instantly. She would wake to the, hopefully welcomed, surprise of him there in the morning.

Han pulled back the covers as gently as he could and slipped down onto the soft mattress. His arms sought out her waist, his lips found her neck.

Leia woke with jump, half turning to face the intruder before his hands on her small hips stopped her from coming any further round. So much for sneaking into bed with her unnoticed. He should have learnt by now, Leia notices everything, conscious or not.

"Shhh…" He sighed against her ear. "It's just me."

She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, squinting up at him in the half-light caused by the glow of the city lights.

"Han?" Her voice was thick from sleep and confusion. Gods he'd missed her voice.

"Yes Han," he laughed, "why were you expecting somebody else to creep into your bed in the middle of the night?"

She turned back around and settled into him now she had confirmation it was in fact her boyfriend and not some crazed serial killer.

"Maybe." She teased.

His fingers dug into her waist earning him a breathy giggle in response. As he found a particularly ticklish spot her hips bucked back, causing her bottom to grind against his groin. He groaned, low in the back of his throat, as his body reacted to the friction. You can't jump your clearly exhausted girlfriend in the middle of night when you've just snuck into her apartment without invitation or forewarning. His brain reminded him. But his body wasn't listening.

"Nice shirt by the way." He whispered, desperately trying to distract himself with a change of subject.

Even in the dim light of the night, he could swear he saw her blush. She was wearing one of his old t-shirts that he had given her on the trip to Bespin when she'd had nothing to wear. She'd never given it back but he hadn't seen her wear it since then. The thought of her going to bed alone in her posh city pad in nothing but his t-shirt was not helping him try to calm himself down.

"Well I wasn't expecting company."

"It looks good on you." She snorted at his comment. "Go to back to sleep." He said, stroking his way down her side in a comforting manner. He needed her to go sleep now or he might actually jump her in a minute. He hadn't been this close to her in two weeks and it was driving him slowly insane.

"I have a meeting that I can't get out of tomorrow but I can try and move some other stuff around…" She said whilst playing absentmindedly with the hair on the forearm he had thrown across her stomach.

"I'm flying out first thing on a last minute op. This is just a six hour stopover to stock up on supplies."

She turned her head to look at him again, bringing her hand up to rub against the stubble that was currently gracing his cheek.

"Did you come all the way across the city just to tuck me in?" She asked softly, the tiniest bit of teasing in her tone but he picked up on it.

"No!" He did his best to sound affronted at the idea. "I came all the way here to cuddle." He teased right back and she laughed openly. "Go back to sleep." He repeated, starting to feel a little bit guilty that, despite his best efforts, he had well and truly disrupted her well-earned rest.

Suddenly she rolled herself over quickly until she was on top of him, she brought her legs up to straddle his waist, the movement causing her to bounce up and down a little across his middle. He failed to suppress an almost panful moan. If he was struggling to contain his excitement at seeing her before, that little manoeuvre nearly had his excitement all over her expensive sheets.

She smiled down at him seductively. She knew exactly what she was doing.

"Well I'm wide awake now." He could only grunt in response. She leant down and kissed him lightly, her lips remained hovering over his. "Did you miss me flyboy?"

"What do you think, princess?" His hands were already under her shirt, or more accurately, his shirt. She let him lift it off of her without complaint.

"I think you should show me exactly how much you missed me."