It was bound to happen sooner or later. A beautiful woman, a charming man, three years in space with only themselves for company. There was a basic attraction there, a sizzle that was as undeniable as a supernova. Try as they might, they couldn't fight it no matter how hard they tried. A year and a half into their search, it happened. She'd been repairing a coil in the cargo bay when she'd looked up and into his eyes. They were burning with desire for her. Before she knew it, he was pressing her into the wall, close, too close, his lips hovering over hers.
To this day, she can't tell you who made the first move.
Their lips met, and her brain screamed NO but his hands moved down to clasp hers, weaving their fingers together in a surprisingly sweet way. She felt a fire in her stomach, familiar, yet so different from what she'd felt before. It was strange, the way they seemed to fit. Even better than... no, she couldn't even think his name while kissing another man, his best friend no less.
His lips moved down, pressing lightly against her neck. She moaned slightly into his ear, and his lips parted over her collarbone.
"Leia," he whispered. "I want you so badly." With those words, she closed her eyes and made her decision. She pushed him into the captain's chair and straddled him, pressing her lips to his again, this time letting their tongues dance as she moved her hips in a steady motion against him. She could feel him hardening rapidly and their lips separated briefly as he pulled her shirt over her head, casting it off to the side. She climbed off of him and divulged herself of her pants as he pulled his shirt and pants off as well. She returned to his lap, completely naked. She arched her back as his tongue flicked over her already hard nipples, making her moan. She heard him gasp as she gripped him in her small hand and slid him inside her and began grinding back and forth, making both of them moan even louder. He reached down and stroked her, making her go even faster. She cried out as she came, burying her face in his shoulder as she rode it out, then felt him explode inside her. She trembled against him as they both came down from the intensity of their lovemaking. They stayed like that for a moment, her face pressed against him, his arms around her, then shifted so that she was laying across his lap, her long legs hanging off the side of the chair with his arms still around her. After a few minutes, he spoke.
"I didn't know you and Han..." he trailed off. She shook her head.
"We didn't" she said softly. He didn't ask.
"What do we say when we find him?" he asked her.
"I don't know," she said softly. "The truth, I guess."
"And what's the truth," he said. She shifted so that she was looking him in the eyes.
"The truth is that I love you, Lando," she said firmly. He smiled and pulled her closer.
But when the time came, neither of them could say it to Han. So they just kept it to themselves, a fond memory between two friends. At least, that's the lie they told themselves.
