We need a little current, happy Solo's, dontcha think?
And since Leia herself admitted the "hyperspace" part of their relationship has not gotten old even though they've been together for so long... This chapter is Rated M for mature, mature being the operative word.
Claudia Gray's amazing BLOODLINE and the fics of MandyQ continue to inspire me. I dedicate this to them.
This pics up after the end of BLOODLINE and leads up to that horrible movie called THE FORCE AWAKENS.
"From war hero to champion racer to retired old man," Leia declared, raising her glass to her beloved.
The entire Crystal Cairn team cheered and drained their first pints. They were gathered at a cantina on Theron to send their boss off in style. Han Solo was a man of few words and did not plan on a speech. Everyone knew it and no one pressed. Especially his longtime wife, who matched the boys shot for shot and was the primary story teller on Captain Solo, holding her audience captive and making the subject squirm. It was a very pleasant evening. The rest of their company was younger- in some cases MUCH younger- than they were and never needed a reason to make merry.
Greer Sonnell hugged them both tightly and faded back into the crowd before the "old foggies" made their way to their hotel room for the night. No telling how long the "young ones" would be up.
Not that they had any immediate plans to sleep. Before she could even fully close the door behind them, his hands gripped her hips and he pulled her against him. She licked her lips in anticipation as their faces drifted close, their warm, Correllian Brandy scented breaths mingling. She stepped out of her silver flats.
"You called me an old man," he grumbled, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. He began forcing her backwards towards the bed by walking forward. He tugged off his leather boots.
"Yes," she grinned. "That's what you are," she added, already working on removing his leather jacket. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Prove you wrong," he answered, matter-of-factly, his warm, tender hands surprising her by releasing the clasp of her undergarment from under her blouse. She'd been so mesmerized by his sparkling hazel eyes and his crooked smirk she hadn't realized what he was doing. She knew that had been his plan.
"It's a wonder we haven't populated a planet," she teased, letting her hands begin to work at his belt.
"Our son Ben is quite enough," he assured her, chuckling as he nuzzled the left side of her neck. "Besides it's too late to think about having any more children, old woman," he said, offering her his winning grin as he slid his shirt over his head.
She snorted in mock offense. "You called me an old woman," she growled, nipping at his chin as she stepped out of her simple cream-colored dress.
"Yes I did," he said, his hands gliding up and down her slides, his thumbs caressing her ribcage before stopping and tossing aside her bra. "What are you going to do about it?" he challenged, stepping out of his tan trousers.
"Prove you wrong, old man," she assured him, pressing her lips to his to have the last word.
He laid her down gently, her legs bent at the knees and hanging over the end of the bed. He began to minister to her in all the ways he knew she enjoyed before working his way slowly up her body to take her breasts in his hands while easing them fully onto the surprisingly comfortable bed. She was wiggling with pleasure beneath him, her breaths shallow and pant-like. Her small but skilled hands slipped between them and he drew in a hiss of air as she began to minister to his growing response to his bare body being pressed against her bare body.
He was the only man she'd ever been with and that filled him with pride. She'd chosen HIM. No other man knew the joy of tasting her, of being inside her. He liked that. From the first time she saw him 39 years ago, he was the only man she had ever wanted in this way. She wanted HIM to be the one. And he was. Her first, her only, her last. She liked that. They'd made love more times than either of them could count, but they both remembered every time in full detail. It had not gotten old and never would. Now that they were to be together all the time again, their physical relationship could flourish anew.
Leia woke before her husband Han as had been the usual for their entire three decade long marriage. He was the better sleeper and being older, that had only become more prominent. He'd never admit that a couple of glasses of his favorite home-world liquor and a night of passionate love making had exhausted him. He was on his chest as was his want and deep in a peaceful, healing slumber. She couldn't resist reaching out to run her fingers through his soft silver hair before slipping from their warm marital bed into a warm bath. Once she was done, she drew on her robe and emerged back into the bedroom. She quietly focused on tending her wet, waist-length, silver-brown hair. After a few strokes of her brush, she realized she was being lovingly observed.
Han always loved watching her take care of her hair. Where most husbands didn't notice their wives hair, he was always aware and in silent admiration of it's beauty. He'd prove just how much he paid attention and cared later.
Their eyes locked in the small mirror. She smiled at him. "Good morning, flyboy," she cooed, laying down her brush and turning to him.
"Morning, your worship," he answered. "I'm not a flyboy, anymore," he added quietly.
She moved to the bed and slid in next to him.
Someday had finally come. They'd be together all the time again, just like after the true end of the Empire, after Ben was born.
He was officially retired. She was done with not just her term but the Senate itself and could never be in an actual position of respected power ever again thanks to what they'd privately deemed "The Revelation." It had taken two years from the last time they'd discussed it in their moonlight bed on Hosnian Prime, but the day had come. Patience and compromise had gotten them - intact- to this moment. They were stronger than ever. She knew her husband completely. She knew it was going to take some time for him to adjust to his new life. He would need her full attention and support.
There was also the fact that he would not be very happy with her and her determination to build the Resistance.
That would be a discussion for another day.
"So how does it feel to be a free man?" she asked snuggling close.
"I don't know yet, it's only the first morning," he chuckled, drawing her into his arms before kissing the top of her head.
"We'd better get going. Greer will be waiting to escort us back to D'aq," she said, kissing along his jawline.
It suddenly occurred to them both at the same time that he'd not spent much time in their new home. Of course it hadn't been that long. 90% of his things were there, but he had not had the opportunity to truly settle in.
"You're flying with me in the Falcon, right?" he asked, seriously concerned she had other plans.
"Of course," she smiled, moving in for a kiss.
An hour later, fed and packed, the Solo's made their way out to the hanger where their "daughter" Greer Sonnel was waiting, checking the last of the items off their pre-flight list.
"You two look... rested," she commented, shaking her head and smirking. The young woman was approximately two years older than their Ben and two years younger than Poe Dameron, another "son." Her olive colored skin and long, jet black hair were set off by her silver flight-suit. She'd come to love them as "parents" and secretly longed to fall in love and have a relationship like theirs. But she had bloodburn and was restricted not only by her illness but by the loving rules of her boss and her bosses' husband... who had been her boss at one point. So a long-lasting relationship was out of the question, no matter much she might want one.
Han frowned playfully and Leia scrunched up her nose. "Mind your business, flygirl," she teased, winking.
They climbed aboard their beloved Corellian YT-1300 that Leia had expertly flown herself to watch her husbands final race. Greer settled in her Y-wing and they took off in tandem, resisting the urge to race each other to the base by talking smack over their com links.