AN: Just an idea I came up with and wrote in about an hour and a half on my notes app on my iPhone. There will be a second half.
Han Solo is 13 when he has his first kiss. It's with a girl who's a little older; she also lives on the streets. She tells him to give her some of his meal to share and she'll kiss him. He does. The kiss is sloppy and brief but the girl is pretty enough so Han doesn't mind.
He gets a lot more practice over the years and his technique improves. He'd say he's good at kissing, maybe even great. He's had no complaints.
His first kiss with a man is when he's 21. It's a good friend of his in the imperial academy. They're alone in the shared bunkroom one night and his buddy just kisses him, right on the mouth. He pulls back immediately apologizing, almost in tears, obviously fearing the usual homophobic response from imperials. But Han tells him it's ok and kisses him again. Guys aren't his preference but his friend is a good kisser.
When he becomes a smuggler he kisses someone most every night, guys, girls, anyone who's interested. He takes them to his bunk most nights and kisses their necks, stomachs and nipples until the writhe under him, begging him. He's a tease and boy does he know it.
After the Death Star, when he's with the rebellion he receives the first kiss that means something. And it's not even on his lips.
He sneaks away from the celebrations, not used to people celebrating his existence. He see's her sitting alone on a windowsill looking up at the sky.
He watches her a moment, taking in her pretty features and realizes how young she must be. She can't be much more than 20 and he considers for a moment how she must feel to have lost everyone she loves, just like that. So young.
Yet she isn't playing the victim, even though she has every right to. She lost her planet, family and home all in one day. Now she's here with the rebels, having to be strong and Han almost regrets being hard on her. Almost.
"Hey." He says eventually. She looks round and he sees her eyes are damp; embarrassed she wipes a rough hand across them and glares at him.
"Captain, if you want your reward I'd consult General Dodonna. He'll give you what you need." She turns back to the window and Han sighs and approaches her.
He hesitates a moment before sitting beside her. Leia acts like he isn't there.
After a few moments he asks, "Why aren't you at the party? There are a lot of people wanting to shake your hand."
Leia finally looks at him; she sighs and shakes her head slightly, looking down at her hands resting on her thighs. "Didn't feel much like celebrating."
"Because of Alderaan?" He asks softly, and she looks up at him a mixture of shock and confusion crossing her face. He's never talked civilly to her so far, but in his defense they did meet under stressful conditions.
She nods in response and he sighs, looking up at the sky.
"I went to Alderaan a couple times." He admits and he feels Leia watching. She seems interested so he continues. "It is...was a beautiful planet and the people were usually nice to me, even if they were a little passive."
Leia laughs, actually laughs at that and he grins gleefully. She has a magical laugh that lights up her face and if he hears it a million times that won't be enough.
"I think I even got a glimpse of your father once." Leia's eyes widen and she leans forward.
"Really? When?" She asks eagerly wanting to hear about her father.
"He was getting onboard a ship near me, he was a tall man, in all blue and I thought he looked stern but fair, he had about a gazillion guards around him so I didn't see him for long but from what a gather from holovids he was a good man." He told her. It was true; he'd always admired Bail Organa. He fought for various species across the planets rights and that included Wookies, which put him in Chewie's good books.
Leia looked emotional and he almost felt he shouldn't have said anything. That was until she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek, a silent thank you.
Han thought about that kiss a lot the next few weeks. In fact he thought about it so much he forgot to leave.
Leia didn't kiss him much after that; only a few friendly cheek pecks every so often. But Han reveled in each one, wishing she would move her kisses somewhere where he could more easily reciprocate.
It isn't until Ord Mantell that she kisses his lips for the first time. They're in a small hotel, they have to lay low and it is fully booked all bar one room. It has only one bed and Han offers to take the couch, but Leia shakes her head and says it's ok. They play cards long into the night, both too buzzed about the meeting they have the next day to sleep.
Han beats her fair and square and she calls foul, smacking his shoulder lightly, he pretend hits her back and then she grabs a pillow. Soon they're wrestling and laughing Leia hovering above him, straddling his waist. When Han realizes this he goes still. A look of confusion crosses Leia's face and then she notices her position, instead of moving off him like he expected her to do she stays rooted to the spot, meeting his eyes shyly.
He tries to remember how to breathe, as she seems to move closer. He doesn't want her to know the effect she has on him so he tries for a cocky smile.
"Have I ever mentioned this is my favorite position?" He teases lamely but Leia ignores him, her eyes twinkling.
She boldly leans forward and catches her lips on his and it's just as soul saving and perfect as he imagined but so much better. She tastes of fruit and lip-gloss and heaven and he never wants to let her go.
But she seems to realize just what she's doing and she pulls away abruptly, rejecting Han when he leans in for another kiss.
Angry, he pulls away from her, knocking her body of his and tells her he's going for a walk. She tells him not to, says he'll blow their cover but of course he goes anyway.
And then he's almost caught by Boba Fett and he's glad Leia's kisses didn't turn into anything because now it's easier to leave.
His next kiss with Leia is on the Falcon after the rescue from Hoth. She tells him he isn't a nice man and he kisses her to show her just how nice he is. She responds eagerly and he's certain it would lead to something when Threepio interrupts.
"Sir, Sir! I've isolated the reverse power flux coupling." The robot excitedly tells him oblivious to the fire in Han's eyes.
He begrudgingly thanks him and turns to finish what he started but it's too late. Leia is gone.
Three days later she kisses him again. He's cooking them dinner, and he's slightly grouchy cause it's Chewie's turn to cook really. But Han slept through his night shift so the Wookie made him cook instead. And it's his least favorite job on the ship.
He senses her presence behind him, years of training taught him to be alert. He continues chopping vegetables. The tension between them following the kiss in the circuitry bay is immense and Han is trying to stay mad at her for not confronting her feelings. It's hard to do that when he feels like a billion stars are inside his chest when he sees her. He feels her step up behind him and his heartbeat increases.
He tries to ignore it.
Much to his surprise he feels her small arms circle his waist from behind and he finally stops and turns around. She keeps holding him, her head presses against his chest and he sees her expression of pain and he pulls back.
"What's wrong?" He asks her and her face crumples, the tears coming fast and she covers her face with her hands.
Han takes her into his arms without hesitation and strokes her hair until her sobs subside. Finally she sniffs and looks up at him.
"You're leaving." She states simply and it's Han's turn to feel pain. He strokes her cheek gently and says.
"I'll try and come back."
She regards him a moment and Han studies her face wondering what she's thinking. He doesn't have to wonder for long as she stands on her tiptoes, throws her arms around his neck and kisses him with more desperation than he's ever known. She tastes of salt, tears and sadness but she's insistent so he matches her passion pulling her flush to him. When she pulls back for breath he kisses her jaw, her cheeks, her neck and she lets out labored breaths and little sighs and Han thinks he's in heaven.
That night they share a bunk and he kisses, sucks and licks every part of her body he can. It's different to the other times he's done this, slower, savoring every touch and kiss he gives and receives. For once he doesn't care about his own release and he focuses on her center placing open-mouthed kisses onto it stroking her inner walls with his tongue. After she comes he kisses her lips and she moans at the taste of herself on him and that's the beginning of everything.
In the next few weeks to Bespin there isn't an inch of her body his lips haven't touched.
Before he's lowered into the carbonate he can't help but lunge forward and claim her lips, it's brief but perfect as he tries to convey the depth of his feelings. As he's lowered she cries out.
"I love you."
"I know." He responds and then everything goes black.