Set on the trip to Bespin. Prompt: "You're holding back."

Holding Back

Almost four weeks left until they reached Bespin, and they'd been making up for lost time. But I'm still thinking too much, Leia thought.

Much as she tried to stay inside her body, to turn off that insistent voice in her brain that analyzed every move, she still sometimes found herself divided into two Leias in bed: one on the bunk, moaning and wet and thrilling at the touch of Han's tongue across her skin, and the other hovering nearby, taking notes on how she could better enjoy the experience. Just concentrate on his touch, how good that feels…yes. Is it better like this or like that? Should I move my hips? Just relax, stop overthinking this, you're holding back…

And with that Leia watching, it was sometimes a little difficult to…get there. Shut up, stop thinking. Oh, so good, yes. Gods, why am I taking so long, it's so good, just let it happen….

To his credit, Han never seemed in any hurry, seemed content to get off on getting her off, eventually, whenever or however that happened. It was crazy to her that he was this way, that he was so enthralled with her specifically, that he was so generous that his pleasure seemed a secondary piece to hers.

It probably helped that they had nothing but time right now, at least until they got to Bespin.

Far away as it still was, that deadline made Leia even more determined to savor this time, to get out of her damned head. She couldn't turn off her brain by trying; that only made the note-taker appear. But sometimes she did succeed in getting lost in sensation, just tongues and hands and skin and cock, and it was magnificent. It was indescribable, and wasn't that the beauty of it?

It had never occurred to her what the opposite could do, until that night.

They were just kissing at first, that tender, delicious kissing that didn't even need to go anywhere to be good. But eventually it was so good that it wasn't enough, and soon they were moving to the bunk by mutual agreement, their touches becoming more fervent as they went. Han's mouth was on her neck, then on her ear, his hands moving down her sides, and she heard his low voice. "So fucking sexy," he growled.

Then she was a battery that had suddenly been jump-started, a jolt of electricity moving through her, his words the conduit. And he kept talking, his voice in her ear lighting her up more and more: "Gods, I can't get enough of you. You know what you do to me?"

His hand, moving down to stroke her between her legs. "So wet. Can't wait to get my mouth on you. Love the way you taste."

Then, his fingers parting her folds, slipping inside her. "Want to make you come so fucking hard you see stars."

And his words continued, pulsing through her in an endless wave, describing all the things he wanted to do to her, how badly he'd wanted her, how good she felt, how much she drove him crazy, how much he loved her. He was beside her, stroking her, tasting her, inside her, his words continuing throughout, driving her on. Her mind had not been turned off this time; she had never been so turned on. And when he started talking to her in Corellian, she was completely lost, coming so hard this time that the stars shot past her like in hyperspace.

Afterward, as they held each other, Han seemed as energized by the experience as she had been. "That was…" he trailed off.

"There aren't words," she said, and kissed him.