It was the wedding that did it, the words 'thank you for making me the happiest man alive' had settled strangely in Han Solo's mind. It had given him flashbacks to the past three years of his life, all their hateful comments, every argument, every flirtatious, yet vicious comment aimed at degrading the other. Leia Organa had never made him happy, but she certainly made him feel something.

He watched her carefully, the way she'd turned her head in his direction, but never raised it to meet his gaze, he couldn't tell if he'd wanted her to do so or not. She was already making her way out of the room, having said her congratulations, however emotionless it came across. Han knew what he had to do, but he wasn't confident in it, for the first time in a long time, he was unsure of himself.

The heels of her shoes made echoing sounds around the corridor, so much so he wouldn't be surprised if she hadn't heard him following her, but her lack of shock when he grabbed her wrist told him she definitely knew he was behind her.

"I don't think we've finished talking, do you?" He said, he'd basically thrown her into the supply cupboard, completely disregarding her snide comment for him to let go of her.

The door shut behind them, and his voice was far clearer now than it had been in her office earlier, with no bleeping droids or faint background noise of people, it was just them, alone together. Han was no fool, he knew this argument was going to have an impact, but at this moment, he still didn't quite know how to proceed.

One of her braids had fallen across her face, proving how he had forcefully pushed her to be where they are now, "I give your rebellion as much as I can and all I get is you tearing strips out of me, I mean, how professional is that?" He said, not having to wait long for her reply.

"Professional? You're the one who took a job beneath your experience just to spite me" she fired back, quick to anger as ever.

"Only for the money, sweetheart" Han responded, trying not to sound too angry, he knew that Leia hated him acting as though he was only in it for the money, "Oh yeah, but of course you wouldn't know what it means to actually be desperate, would you?"

"I don't have to listen to this" she said, visibly wounded by that last comment, she pushed to try and leave but Han put his hand over the handle, knowing she wouldn't touch him.

"Yes you do" Han responded, his temper rising.

"Open the door" she said, alarmingly calmly, still not looking at him.

"No"

"Open the door" she said more forcefully, now meeting his gaze.

"No" he repeated "Not until you listen to me" he said, realising the problem. Leia had always had control, he suspected that nobody had given her a direct 'no' he knew she was shocked at how he stood his ground with her, and he knew she was taken aback by his anger. So much so, she took two steps backwards, calmly giving way for him to speak.

He too, stepped forward, standing mere inches from her, and when she made no move to step away, he knew she was beginning to accept this tension between the two of them. It was difficult to simply ignore his thoughts about someone like Leia.

She couldn't believe it, Han Solo of all people more or less throwing her into a supply cupboard as if she was a doll, and then proceeding to throw the usual hateful comments her way, she was used to being called a spoilt princess by now, and she was starting to accept that maybe he was right.

He simply stared at her for a moment, regaining his calm, before he spoke. "Look, your worshipfullness, I'm leaving soon anyway, just as soon as the Falcon is ready, me and Chewie are gone, so you can keep your precious money"

This is just who Han was, someone who supposedly doesn't care about losing his job, or who isn't threatened by any higher powers. Leia knew she was right, he had taken this job to spite her, even if he claims it was for the money. How could she not be angry at him? He'd put both their jobs on the line, deep down she knew she would've done the same but she was determined to stay angry. Anger was better than the alternative.

"You just gave a problem working under me, don't you?" Leia said, not waiting for him to finish his last statement, she knew this was true. He hated the fact she had power.

"No I don't have a problem being under you" he said, rather quickly, and it took her aback slightly, the flirtatious japes were one thing but she couldn't handle this, being in an enclosed space with him, with nobody around to stop them.

"Oh" Leia said, unwillingly letting out a small laugh at that last comment, she hoped he didn't notice the pleading behind her eyes that betrayed her so.

"I just want a little more respect" he claimed, narrowing his tone, and making his face difficult to read.

"Well then, earn it" Leia said, knowing this comment could be taken two ways, she didn't know which way she wanted this conversation to go, simply another argument, or something more.

"Leia, I am an ex-smuggler and a half paid rebellion pilot, not some personal relations droid" he said, Leia picked up on the sarcasm in his voice.

"Yes, but you have an ego the size of this planet"

"Oh you can talk"

"Oh grow up" she said, turning to leave, she felt his hand on her wrist before he'd even spoken.

"Or what?"

That was it, she'd lost her footing nearly as she'd been spun around into his arms, his lips were on hers so suddenly it shocked her, she remained for a second, taking in everything she was feeling, all the memory, all then built up lust and want, then she came back to reality, and pushed him away.

She didn't mean to slap him, it just happened, and now they were back to that same feeling. Their emotions were running wild, she could barely contain herself, she nearly apologised for hitting him but she remembered who he was. This was Han. The same man who saved her life on the Death Star. But this was also the man who always threatened to leave, only to appear and play the role of the war hero. She was angry. She was so angry.

"What do you think you're doing" She'd said, still comprehending that kiss.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Han had said, his hands were still on her waist, holding her to him, she'd longed for this many times, she'd dreamt of him being intimate with her occasionally, and she's never thought it would happen, she was in shock, this had to be the shock talking.

"You're so arrogant" they were moving closer together again, she was right, he was arrogant, but that is why Leia was so undoubtedly attracted to him.

"Shut up" he'd said, before their lips met again. This time for longer, and with actual intimacy. The feel of his lips on hers was so alien, she felt as though this was just another dream, she couldn't believe she was actually doing this.

She'd moaned in the back of her throat as one arm reached under her thighs to lift her up, the other supporting her back and it hit the shelf of spare supplies, Han pushed her dress up her thighs so she could wrap her legs around him for support.

She deepened the kiss, he'd been in control through this entire situation so she took charge for a moment, opening her mouth to allow further exploration, his tongue accepted this invite and entered her mouth whilst his hands were on her legs and backside, the way he kneaded her ass caused sensations throughout her body she didn't know existed. Every part of her wanted to touch him more, and as their tongues danced together, she felt more than she'd done since they'd arrived on this new base.

The smell of him, the gel in his hair that was now engraved into her fingers, his breath on her neck as he moved away from her lips, he kissed up and down her neck, reaching her collar. Leia aimlessly reached behind her to pull the zip of her dress down, but Han stopped her, staring into her eyes for a moment, as if giving her one last chance to back away from this, but she couldn't.

Han purposefully pulled the zipper down slowly, he noticed it drove her wild, he smiled into her neck.

When he first saw her on the Death Star, he'd been conflicted about what he felt about her, it was obvious she was beautiful, even as a prisoner her dress still looked sexy on her, and the way she's taken control of the situation had attracted him to her, but after they'd escaped the garbage, she'd managed to insult him, Chewie and his ship all before they'd even left the Death Star. She was infuriating, but she wouldn't be Leia if she wasn't.

And now Leia was in his arms, kissing him. He'd resumed his assault on her lips, and she had responded in kind, the sexual tension between the two was visible in the air, and they were both becoming rather hot. As their breath ran out, Han pulled his head back to look at her, and as Leia opened her eyes, she was left staring into his, he even gave a small smile to which she couldn't help but return, in a sudden wave of emotion, she realised where she was, and how much her back hurt being pushed against this shelf, she pushed at his shoulder lightly and Han took the hint and backed off.

Han let Leia down, she was now stood in front of him, her dress barely covering her arse, and with one of the shoulder straps hanging off.

"Is it bad to say that I've wanted that for a long time?" Han said, before Leia put a gentle kiss to his lips.

"Not at all, Captain" she said, rather smugly before repositioning her dress, flattening it out, pulling her shoulder strap back up. And walking to the door of the stock cupboard, pausing momentarily when Han placed a hand on her shoulder, he pulled the zip the remaining way up her back, before grabbing her braid lightly and pulling it back over her shoulder.

She didn't look over her shoulder as she left, but Han knew this was far from over.

thanks for reading, let me know what you thought, if you want me to continue this story let me know, I originally wrote it as a one-shot but going back through to edit it I came up with a few ideas of where this could go, once again, thanks -L