-Ok, yes, another Star Wars fic... but c'mon, they're fun. This folllows most of the plot line to Empire Strikes Back, and contains adult content. Response appreciated! Enjoy.-
Leia woke at the console of the Millennium Falcon. Straight ahead stood the bland scenery that was the interior of an asteroid. She now remembered what had happened. How long had it been sitting in the belly of the asteroid? Were was Han? Her head ached, but she was happy to have eluded the imperial fighters.
She stared at the console. Lights blinked and computers whirred. This thing was such a piece of old junk. But it had saved her before, and Han was so fond of it. If only he could get the thing to work when they most needed it. That is probably where he was now. She pictured him tinkering with wires and cords. At least when Chewie fixed things, he knew what he was doing.
She sat up. She should probably lend a hand, but she did not want to have to face Han. She had fought with him for most of the last few days, and each time she grew more interested in being close to him. What was it about their constant bickering that made her so excited? She would never reveal her excitement to Han, that would be admitting he was right. Leia cringed at the thought. She was always right, and nobody else could be, especially Han Solo. Though he was attractive…
Leia's hand moved from her cheek where she had been resting her head. It floated absently down her body and to her knee. It was cold on this ship. Han probably didn't have the heat working either. She glanced around the module. It was completely void of others. Even 3PO was absent, the lack of his constant babbling making the small space seem so quiet. He was probably pestering Han. Good, thought Leia. She needed a moment alone to think.
She was separated from her troops. The rebels would be wondering where she was. She had no way of contacting them, and hoped they all made it to the rendezvous point safely. She suspected the Imperials were patrolling through the asteroid field now, hunting out the hidden Falcon. They wouldn't find them, but Leia ached to be out of the Asteroid. It seemed so lonely and desolate, and though they were safe from the Imperials, she was not comforted. Something unsettling resided in the Asteroid, though she knew not what.
Absently, her thoughts turned to Han, and she found that her anger was actually admiration. The thought of him made her warm inside, a feeling she had not been familiar with for a long time. The tingle ran up her chest and down her back, and her cheeks grew hot. She tried to remember all the times Han had irritated her, but this only inflamed the tingle, and she felt her hands moving up her lap. As her hands neared her pelvis, she hesitated. How far would she go with herself? She had not done this in a very long time, and feared Han or Chewie would enter at any moment. As if in an answer to her thoughts, a large, irritated Wookie growl rose from somewhere in the ship. Han's bellowing followed, his words inaudible. The fight would preoccupy them for some time, thought Leia. She slowly unzipped her padded suit, just enough to slide a hand into her pants. She tried not to let Han enter her thoughts, but as his face pushed it's way into her mind, her hand only worked harder. Leia braced herself against the console and tried to suppress a moan as orgasm neared. Then, like the first hints of hot water running from a cold tap, her orgasm flared. Her hips arched and she squeezed her eyes shut as she came. A soft grunt escaped her lips, and suppressed panting followed as she stroked herself down.
But as soon as her euphoria ended, guilt took its place. She was a grown woman, and had just done something completely childish. What's more, she had done it in Han's ship, with Han and Chewie only a few doors down. She tried to console herself, tell herself that no one woul ever know, but then she heard the footsteps. Turning suddenly, she was shocked to see Han standing behind her, gazing down at her in the chair, his chair, with her hands down her pants. She felt her heart pound and the blood rush to her temples. Her face must've gone the colour of a tomato, and she felt she would throw up. Han simply stood, before turning for her privacy and saying, "Should I leave, Princess?"
Quickly, she zipped her suit and tried to straighten her hair. Her heart thumped so violently it seemed it would leap from her chest. Han simply stood, facing the opposite wall.
"Let me know when you're decent," He said simply.
"What are you doing here?!" Was all Leia could get out.
"What am I doing here?" Han turned and motioned to himself. "This is my ship, Princess. What are you "doing" here?" He referred to Leia's private moment.
Leia shook her head as if she didn't know what he was talking about, or didn't care.
"Look, I just came to tell you the ship will be fixed and we can take off momentarily," Han said. "But I'm sure you're too busy to care about that."
Leia stared Han down with her trademark scowl. Her only defense was to make it sound like Han's fault, which it had been, in part.
"Now," Han continued. "If you're finished, I'll just take my seat back and get us moving."
Leia stepped further away from Han's seat, and motioned for him to sit. Han bowed his head in thanks, and sauntered to his chair. Once seated, he began to flip switches and prepare the Falcon for her flight. Leia could not believe Han's reaction to be real. He was hiding what he truly felt, she knew. She was embarrassed, but a bit thrilled and excited that he had seen her in such a position. How much had he seen?
"How long were you standing there?" Leia asked Han.
Han pretended to be impassive, and shrugged. "I came to find you about five minutes ago, after Chewie found out what was wrong with the ship. You seemed so busy, I just waited a few minutes. It didn't take too long for you to finish, and I wasn't inconvenienced to wait, if that's what you mean."
"So you just watched me?!" Leia moved around to face Han.
"Well," Han stammered. "I mean, I was just waiting for you to-- I mean, I didn't…"
Leia frowned.
"Yes," Han admitted, unable to conceal a grin. "Sorry, Your Worship, but I didn't think you to be that kind of person."
"What?" Leia asked. "What kind of person would you have me be?"
Han knew he was a deer in the headlights, and spoke carefully. "I just didn't think you would be so public about your-- passionate nature."
"Passionate nature?" Leia repeated Han's words. "And what made you convinced I had a 'passionate nature'?"
"Easy," Han shrugged, eyes still glued on the console. "I can tell by the way you feel about me." Han's chest puffed as his eyebrows waved.
Leia stood. "And how is that?"
Han faced her. "You're crazy about me."
Leia sputtered words, which she rarely did. The princess always had something to retort with, but now, she had only pieces of words and no excuses.
"See?" Han stood. "You can't admit that you feel that way about me, but you do. You like me." Leia watched as Han moved closer to her. "You need some excitement in your royal life. When was the last time the Princess got a little love and happiness?"
Han's mouth was right next to hers now, and she had no time to answer for his lips pressed up against hers. His lips and chin were cold, and he gently pressed his body into hers. Leia could not resist. She even felt her hand move to his neck, pulling him in tighter. A hardness poked into her body from below Han's waist, and she could tell he had witnessed more than just a few minutes of her pleasurable self indulgence. She tried not to succumb to being completely melted by Han, and kept her strong stature and hard expression as he pulled away from her. His lips left an empty feeling upon hers, and she longed for him to replace them.
Instead, the captain returned to his console and acted as if nothing happened. Leia felt his desires, and knew he wanted her to advance. He wanted her to admit it. He would not force it from her, but she would not admit so easily. Casually, she walked to him and sat in the chair next to his.
"Alright, Solo," she started, "I'm ready to get out of here."