COOKING UP SOMETHING

Chapter 1

"So, still want to learn to cook?" Han asked Leia as he poured a cup of kaf from the decanter, handed it to her, and then poured himself one. It was the weekend, neither had to be anywhere for the next couple of days, and they were sitting in the dining room at the table that Han had built, made from dark wood that had been shaped and polished by none other than himself. Sunlight was pouring in the window, the warmth settling on them. Han was in his sleep pants, Leia in one of Han's old shirts, their legs languidly stretched out. Each one's hair was mussed and Han definitely needed a shave.

Moments like this were rare for them, and they cherished them, where they could relax completely. They'd been married for two months and it seemed to both that they spent too little time together, especially for newlyweds.

"Yes, I do."

"Okay, well, after we get showered up, we have to go foodshopping."

"We could just have it delivered."

"I like to check out stuff beforeI throw my credits down." Han had done all the foodshopping to this point. "It saves you from things like the wrong cut of traladon and tubers that a tauntaun stomped on."

"You always did pick out good stuff. Some of it I'm sure I don't know how you got it, and I'm not sure I want to."

"I always managed to get Amalarian pears for you." Han winked at her. "And asteria waters."

"For which I thank whatever gods provided you." She smiled broadly at him.

"Small price for keeping my wife happy."

"I wasn't your wife then."

"No, but I was hoping you would be." Han grinned at her. "Of course, I started wishing that about half an hour after I met you, but you knew that."

"I'm still having a hard time believing that you fell for me in the trash masher." Leia giggled at the memory.

"Well, it was like this: either I was going to kill you, or I was starting to like you." Both laughed, the sort of laughter that two people who've been through a lot together shared. They hadn't been married long, but they'd gone through more than many couples shared in a lifetime. War, as Han had wryly observed, tended to have that effect on people.

"I think I'm ready for the shower. Want to take your own, or will you be joining me?" Leia purred at Han as she finished the rest of her kaf.

"Hmm, shower alone, shower with Leia, shower alone, shower with Leia, shower...I'll go with shower with Leia." He took her hand and laughed as they headed for the 'fresher.

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The task of showering for Leia and Han had become a setting for some of their most intimate encounters. Today was no exception; both were slick and soapy and warm as they caressed each other's bodies.

Lips locked in a passionate kiss, Han with one hand on her shoulder and the other brushing the top of her ass, her arms wound around his hips.

Han's hands moved slowly from the gentle curve of Leia's shoulder to her collarbone, which he kissed reverently, and then traced the outlines of her breast in a fashion that made her shudder and moan with each touch, all the while her hands massaging Han's very nice ass. It was, in her opinion, but one of his many attractive physical attributes. Not that that was saying much; she loved all of him, body and soul, and her hands were traversing his body upwards, kneading the small of his back as he sighed with contentment, moving along his spine, her fingers brushing it gently at first, and working up to his shoulders, kneading them firmly, the way he loved it. Of all the things that they did together, being lovers was the sweetest. Ever since their first kiss, their physical bond was profound and continue to deepen and excite in new ways.

Han dipped down to join his lips to his wife's, their mouths open slightly so as to allow each to explore each other's tongues, slowly, gently, and skin met skin, Leia's nipples erect and Han's penis in the same condition, and both flushed from the warm water and the intense physical and emotional connection.

Lasting as long as they could, exploring every inch of skin as it was cleansed, the couple moved to the floor of the shower. Han gently lowered Leia over his erection, and she controlled her movements so as to make it last for both. She shuddered as she slipped just the tip of Han, allowing herself to climax as Han's voice urged her on.

"Oh gods, Han, I love you," Leia breathed as she shivered in delight.

"Don't stop don't stop don't stop," Han begged, his voice a whispery and sensual rasp.

They held out as long as possible and ended in a shimmering climax, both shuddering as they joined lips and held each other close. They were one body and one soul, embracing each other as they recovered from the intensity.

Han spoke first. "Water's getting cold."

"I was just thinking we should get ready to go foodshopping."

"Sweetheart, you already cooked up something delicious." Han murmured as he kissed her tenderly, holding Leia's head against his chest.

"I really do want to learn to cook. In the kitchen."

"We've done it on the dining room table. Does that count?"

"Get up, Flyboy. I want to make you a meal as memorable as our first kiss." Leia's tone was gentle and teasing.

"You mean inside a space slug?" Han kidded her back.