Disclaimer: All characters, locations, and other elements related to the Star Wars saga belong to George Lucas.

Chapter 1

"I love you," Han whispered in her ear.

"I know," she said almost blushing.

With that boyishly flirty smile, he looked deep into her big brown eyes and said, "I'm yours forever, I promise."

Truly not ready for this, all she could do was stare. What was she to do? "You scoundrel," she uttered, not knowing what else to say.

Confused and hurt, he looked down, dumbfounded. "I'm sorry, Princess, but I thought..."

Laughing hysterically now, Leia fell in to his arms. "You know I love you- don't act like you don't."

Still confused, he held her, thinking about what this meant. He never really saw this side of her, but he loved it. She wasn't so edgy and backward. She wasn't scared though she would never admit it. He knew that professional, back-off attitude she had was her way of not letting people know her real feelings… but not any more. Not with him at least.

He slowly tightened his embrace, his way of telling her it's ok, though he wasn't too sure if anything was bothering her.

Luke suddenly walked in and before he said a word, Han yelled, "Why does someone always do this!"

Snickering childishly, he sat down and smirked at them. "For a great Jedi, you're so immature!" Leia snapped.

"I can take a hint," he said, annoyed at the fact they weren't glad to see him and left.

"He seemed upset," said Leia.

"He's alright, Princess, but let's talk about us right know." He leaned in to kiss her "You still think I'm a scoundrel?"

"Y-yes" she said breathily, more focused on the fact that he was sliding her sleeve off of her shoulder. "A nice guy wouldn't seem so desperate to undress me," she muttered.

"You're not complaining- you love me for it," he said before kissing her neck.

She couldn't say a word. She was more concerned about the hand gently caressing her thigh and his tender loving kisses. She loved Han Solo and would do anything to be in his arms. She began to run her fingers through his messy hair.

He looked up, his chin resting easily on her chest.

"You're trembling. Why do my kisses always make you tremble?"

She could fell his hands on her. "Because I love you," she whispered.

"Marry me, Leia!" He asked quickly.

She stared at him, caught completely off guard. "I...you... umm..." She smiled and took in a long, calming breath.

"Of course I will." She said with a wink, as she took the clip from her hair and shook it down.
"I've been all over this galaxy and you're the most beautiful women I've ever met," he said as he pulled her closer to him.
"You Han Solo are-"
"Shhh," he said as he gently pressed one finger against her soft lips. "No time to argue, sweetheart."
Sweetheart. The very thought of that one word sent a feelings of desire throughout her body. She'd sell her soul to hear that man call her "sweetheart".
"What are you thinking?" he whispered.
She jumped. "Oh...I...I...umm..."
"Is that so?" he said laughing.

He pulled her onto his lap and brushed her long her out of her needy brown eyes.
"Imagine- a princess and a guy like me."
"You're one lucky Nurf-hearder," she said affectionately.
"You're the lucky one princess."
She could tell that he was more than happy.

He began to caress her thighs.

He slid her dress over her head and threw it on the floor.
"I want you," he groaned raggedly, looking deeply into her eyes.

Leia bit her bottom lip, reached up, and pushed his vest off his shoulders. "Then have me," she breathed.

A fire ignited in Han's eyes and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "You sure?"

Leia smirked. "Of course I'm sure, you big-"

But she never got finish her reply because she was silenced by the lips of her lover.

Not breaking the kiss, Han began to lean forward and they soon fell onto the couch a little more roughly than he had hoped, him landing in the cradle of her thighs. He detached his lips from hers and worked his way down her neck, fingers roaming up and down her stomach. "Sorry," he muttered against the flesh below her ear.

The only response that Leia could manage was an aroused shiver.

Han worked brought his lips back to hers, giving Leia the opportunity to pull his shirt tail out of his pants and run her hands along his midsection. He jumped at the feel of her cold fingers, causing his arousal to bump against her heat.

"Oh my god!" Leia's head fell back and her mouth opened in ecstasy. "Do that again!"

Han happily obliged. He rocked his pelvis into hers and they soon found a rhythm that made both of them moan in bliss.

Leia, completely caught up in the feelings between her thighs and feel of Han's lips on hers, didn't even realize what kind of state he was in.

Han begrudgingly brought his lips away from hers. "Princess, I can't go on much longer like this," he said.

Leia looked up at him quizzically. "Why?"

"I want to be inside you," he whispered huskily into her ear.

"Oh," she muttered nervously. "Um-"
"Please, Leia. Don't you trust me?"
"Of course, but-"

"I won't hurt you" he whispered knowing exactly what she was thinking "Come on," he said as he stood up and looped his arms underneath her back and under her knees.
"I won't hurt you" he whispered, knowing exactly what she was thinking. "Just relax."

"I don't want to do this here," she whimpered.

"Problem solved," he smirked as he carried her away to the bedroom and laid her on the bed.

He began to undo the buckle on his pants.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, looking at his rather masculine package.

"What?" he asked, as he pulled the belt from its loops.

"You're so...big!" she said in utter awe.

Han smirked. "Don't speak- just lay back." he said softly.

He plunged deep but gently into her.

He couldn't take it- she was so tight. She cried out in pain.

Han ran his thumb across her cheek the swipe away a tear. "Shh, it's okay- it will be over in a minute."

He started to slide gently in and out of her. She roughly forced her hands down his back, making a noise that was definitely not caused by pain.

"Oh, H-Han, please don't-mmm… don't stop," she moaned.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he gasped as he cradled her body and gently nibbled her ear.

It was that phrase, those four words that led them both into the height of their passion.