*Caution* This chapter contains sexual content.

The moment the Falcon touched down on Coruscant, Han Solo shot out of the pilot's seat and yelled back to his co-pilot, "Shut 'er down, Chewie. I'll be back later."

[Why don't you just bend me over next time?] Chewie growled.

"You're just jealous!" Han shouted back with a smirk as he lowered the ramp and bounded down to the ground below.

Three months? Han asked himself incredulously. Had it really been three months since he had seen Leia? It felt like an eternity. He felt as if he would burst right there on the spot just thinking about how long it had been. Since he had held her. Kissed her. Been with her. His pace quickened as his mind raced. She should be home from the office by now. She wasn't expecting him. Not due home until tomorrow, he and Chewie had done some creative maneuvering both on the ground and in the sky to get back early. To get back to her.

He palmed their apartment door open to be greeted by C-3PO. Talk about kill a mood. "What's up, Golden Rod?" Listening to Threepio's gears spin trying to formulate a response to his casual greeting, Han didn't wait for a reply, "Where's Leia?"

Grasping the second question easier than the first, the droid responded, "Mistress Leia is joining his Royal Highness Prince Isolder for dinner at The View."

His Royal Highness Prince Isolder. Dinner at The View? The View was the classiest restaurant on Coruscant, high-priced, hard to get into and considered to be very romantic. Han was not fazed. Leia often had to entertain politicians after-hours; this only meant that he would have to wait. Han's mind registered his decision between taking a long hot shower and having a conversation with Threepio faster than the Falcon could make the Kessel Run.

Washing the lingering smells of sweat, space and the Falcon from his body, he let his mind wander to her. It had been almost four years since Endor, four years since everything had finally clicked into place for them. She worked on rebuilding the New Republic, he and Chewie ran missions for the NRI in between escorting Leia on diplomatic summits. They were hardly ever separated for more than a couple of weeks at a time, until this recent mission. He remembered the taste of her lips as he kissed her goodbye on the hangar floor, in front of everyone. His body aching at the memory, he could still see her blush…

Lingering in their bedroom in an attempt to avoid Threepio, Han was startled when the annoying droid entered and began to talk, "Excuse me, General Solo, may I serve you dinner? Since Mistress Leia is enjoying dinner at The View with His Royal-"

"Yes. Dinner would be great, Threepio." Han responded curtly. You know the routine, Golden Rod. I'm home, time for you to leave.

While Threepio thankfully disappeared into the kitchen, Han followed him out of the bedroom, plopped himself on the sofa and turned on the HoloNews. Skipping through stations looking for the smashball game, his mind barely registered their apartment door sliding open. He snapped to attention at the sound of voices while he stood up and looked towards the front door.

"Oh, Han!" Leia screeched excitedly before remembering they weren't alone. She calmed herself and continued, "I didn't know you were back, General Solo."

"Just got planet side a time part ago." Wanting to brag about his successful mission and just how fast the Falcon had made it back to her, for her, but also realizing they were not alone, he finished up with, "we made it back earlier than expected." Gods, how does she look more beautiful every time I see her?

Leia turned to the gentleman in the hallway and said, "I'm sorry, Prince Isolder, may I introduce you to General Han Solo."

Was there a pause or a hitch in her voice after his name? Han couldn't say for sure, but there was one in his mind. General Solo, my…what am I exactly? Boyfriend sounds so juvenile. Lover, so…well, appropriate, but wrong. Soul Mate, so right but so…trite. Han scoffed at himself for letting his mind wander down this train of thought. It didn't matter what you called it, she was his and he was hers.

"It is an honor to meet such a hero of the New Republic, General Solo." The Prince replied smoothly.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Prince Isolder, but I don't consider myself a hero, thanks." Han replied. The first part was for Leia just like she made him rehearse it. The second part was for him, because…well, because he just couldn't help himself. And she knows that.

Leia turned to the Prince and extended her hand to him as she said, "Thank you so much for dinner, Prince Isolder, and for escorting me safely to my residence. I look forward to our continued negotiations tomorrow."

"The pleasure was all mine, Princess Leia, and I look forward to tomorrow as well." The Prince raised the proffered hand and briefly closed his eyes as his lips touched her skin. He stood up, turned his attention to Han and said, "General Solo, until we meet again."

Watching the exchange between Leia and the prince, Han snickered to himself, enjoy that while you can because I'm going to be doing things to her that are considered illegal on some planets as soon as you get your ass outta here. "Prince Isolder." Han nodded and watched the Prince turn and retreat down the hallway.

As soon as the door slid shut Han was assaulted by one very small princess who could pack one helluva of a punch when she wanted to. But this was the kind of assaulting that Han could handle. In fact, Han had been dreaming about this for three long months. Before he knew what was happening his blaster was dropping to the floor. Lips were on his mouth, hands were pulling at his shirt. "I've missed you," was being whispered breathlessly in his ear.

Why and how do I ever leave the house? "I couldn't tell." He chuckled back at her, his hands starting to join in the race and catch up to her tempo. He slid his arms around to her bare back, his hands gliding up onto her shoulder blades and pushing the material down until it fell, resting in the crook of her elbows. He had to follow her mouth down as she dropped a full three inches when she slipped out of her heels. As he heard his belt buckle clinking open the sound of Threepio entering the room reminded him why he hated that droid so much.

"Your dinner is ready Gen- Oh! Princess Leia, you have returned!" Threepio chattered excitedly, oblivious to the scene he just walked in on.

I could use him as spare parts for the Falcon, I just know I could. Han watched as Leia blushed and pulled her dress back up onto her shoulders. Grabbing her hand, he began pulling her towards their bedroom as he barked at a confused Threepio, "Keep it warm, Threepio, and don't disturb us."

"Han!" Leia chastised him as their bedroom door slid closed, leaving the droid behind it.

"What? He's a droid for krith's sake!" He was all over her, this time leaving her to catch up. "He probably thinks we're…plugging in."

Han heard Leia giggle and thought how much he loved that sound. Not many people got to hear Her Royal Highness giggle and he thanked the stars that he was one of them.

"You like that, huh? Well, I hope you were missing more than my sense of humor, sweetheart."

Quickly resuming where they had left off in the living room, Han had her dress pooled down at her feet before she could answer. He stepped back to look at her, the matching silk bra and panties leaving little to his imagination. Raising his eyes to meet hers he found her studying him like he was a wild animal and she wasn't sure what he would do next.

Her mouth dropped open just slightly in anticipation or to say something, he couldn't tell for sure. Not able to control himself he closed the distance between them, seizing the moment to join their lips together. Thrusting his tongue in her mouth with an intensity he was pleasantly surprised to find that she was primed to match.

As their lips separated, she began unbuttoning his shirt as she replied, "You're not that funny, Solo."

Pushing his shirt off of his arms her lips attacked his mouth, his neck and his chest while her hands worked on the clasp of his pants. He concentrated on removing her bra as he smiled and said, "I think I can have you rolling around and screaming my name before this is -"

She stilled her hands and looked up at him while she allowed her bra to slip off her arms and fall to the floor. He lost his ability to speak as his eyes were unable to abandon the magnificent view just unveiled to them. Leia laughed at him as she tugged at his chin, forcing him to look at her as she responded, "Give it your best shot, flyboy."

His face grew serious at her challenge as he rewarded her with his best lop-sided grin. Whatever you say, your highness. He grabbed her at the hips slipped her panties down her legs and then hoisted her body up to his. As she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, she laughed again while he walked them towards their bed.

"You should know I specialize in naughty princesses." He teased as he tossed her lightly on the bed.

He began to relieve himself of the rest of his clothing while she watched him and said, "I love it when you call me naughty."

Han looked down into her deep brown eyes and grinned wildly, he let his eyes roam down over her body, from her breasts, to her flat belly and lower. Remembering what every part of that body was capable of doing to his. As he slowly raised his gaze to meet hers, he was pleasantly surprised to find her eyes shamelessly raking over his body, pushing him to action.

He took two steps towards the bed to occupy the space between her legs, grinning as she separated them and made room for him in between.

"Tell me what else you love." He said as he climbed on the bed to hover over her, placing his face above hers.

"I love you." She was serious now, her hands landed on either side of his face as her eyes darted back and forth between his, searching to find the reaction she desired.

He lowered himself to her and kissed her gently, first with closed lips and then slowly teasing her tongue with his in a sensual, rhythmic dance. He purposefully and skillfully slowed down the movements between them, silently signaling her that he wanted nothing more than to kiss her this way forever. Rolling to his side he pulled her with him, maneuvering her to take his place on top. Finally breaking his spell-binding kiss, she raised her head to look at him as he smiled at her and said, "I love you, too, baby."

Unable to resist each other any longer, Han flipped her on her back once again as he kissed and caressed his way down her body, easing her legs apart he lowered himself to her quickly finding her center. Reading her reactions and working her controls more adeptly than the Falcon's, he used his lips, tongue and fingers to drive her to the edge with expert ease. As her moans grew louder and she began to scream his name, he couldn't help but pause for a minute, look up at her and smile as he said, "I told you so."

Wedging her knees under his arms she nudged him up towards her. Grabbing his face as soon as it was in reach, as she shot back, "The size of your ego never ceases to amaze me."

"I have something else that might just amaze you…" Gently guiding himself into her, he relished the familiarly of it all. The feel of her surrounding him, the expression on her face as he completed her and the unique scent they created as their bodies mixed and melded together was enough to drive him to the edge.

He started with a long, slow stroke that he knew pleasured her and watched as she quickly transformed into the wanton, exquisite creature that only he had the pleasure to know. Her face and chest were flushed with excitement as she drew his face to hers and kissed him with abandonment. Her hands, unable to remain idle, worked over his body as if she were trying to mark every centim of him with her touch.

As her hips began to writhe and buck underneath him he took the signal and increased his pace, shortening his stroke. Breaking their kiss she turned her head away from his and pulled him to her, her hands now buried in the long pieces of hair curled with sweat at the nape of his neck.

Burying his face into the crook of her neck, he heard her call his name again while her body tightened around him. Her arms squeezing him and her legs wrapping around his waist, wrenching his body as close to hers as humanly possible. Unable to delay it any longer, he called her name as he let her push him over the edge that he had been so delicately riding. Shutting his eyes at the sheer pleasure she had driven him to, his arms wobbled as his body collapsed on top of her.

As he rolled to the side he slid out of her, soliciting a tiny gasp from Leia. Not sure if it was that sensation or the chill of the cool air nipping at their exposed bodies, Han turned back to her and asked, "Are you OK?"

She looked up at him and placed a hand upon the side of his face as she smiled and said, "I'm perfect."

He rolled onto his back, relaxing his head down onto the bed as he sighed and said, "I know that, but you didn't answer my question."

"There's my comedian." She said as she propped up to kiss him on the lips and added, "I'm going to visit the 'fresher, I want you under the covers when I get back."

She turned her body and began to push herself off of the bed when he grabbed her arm and said, "You can have me on top of the covers, under the covers or without the covers, your highness." He smiled at her and gave her a quick wink.

"And you think I won't?" She grinned at him and leaned down to kiss him quickly on the mouth. Scooting off of the bed she tapped him on the side of his thigh as she said, "I mean it, get under the covers."

He watched her walk to the 'fresher and tried to remember what his life was like before this tiny ball of fire entered it. Her ability to generate an overwhelming feeling of awe and astonishment at the fact that he was lucky enough to find her and be loved by her never failed to surprise him. He still felt like that cocky pilot, teasing Luke in the cockpit of the Falcon, just knowing that any chance with her was one in a million. That never ceased to amaze him, that he was the one out of the million. I still don't know what I did to deserve her.

Leia returned from the 'fresher and joined him under the covers. Their naked bodies held each other, sweaty and exhausted. Han lay on his back with Leia nuzzled up next to him, lying on her side with her head in the crook of his shoulder and her hand resting lazily on his bare chest. She played with his chest hair and drew circles around his nipples, causing him to jump and grab her hand in his. He drew her hand to his mouth and kissed her open palm and as he released it he said, "I love you."

She stretched up to kiss his cheek as she responded, "I love you, too." As she settled her head back down on his shoulder she asked, "How'd the mission go?"

Han let out a breath and said, "Fine. It took half our time getting through the bureaucratic bullshit on Sullust before we finally got the info we needed from the contact, picked up the shipment and high-tailed it to the shipyards on Mon Calamari."

"But you made it back early?" It was a statement, but she said it like a question.

"I was…motivated. And it was nothing we ain't done before." He answered casually. Of course the Falcon wasn't a registered antique last time we tried that little maneuver…

"Ha-an?" She stretched out his name in an accusatory fashion.

"Hey, I didn't hear you complaining a couple of minutes ago." He said with a squeeze.

"Yes, well, I would rather you back late and safe then early and dead. How many times do I have to tell you that?" She returned his squeeze.

"As long as I keep rushing back to you, I guess." Let's just call that forever.

There was a long silence between them, until Leia broke it with, "Han?"

"Um-hum?" Han's eyes were closed; he was thoroughly relaxed and satiated.

"Sweetheart?" Her squeeze was more intense and her tone was serious.

"I'm listening." He kept his eyes closed but replied intently. I hope she's not ready already, because I haven't pulled that kind of maneuver since I've been registered as an antique…

"There's something I need to tell you, but…" she stopped.

Han peeked one eye open to look down at the top of her head and said, "That good, huh? Spit it out, where're we goin' this time?" He was thinking she had another diplomatic mission for him to ferry her around on and that that wasn't such a bad thing. At least we'll be together.

"No, it's nothing like that. It's something that came up today during the negotiations with the Hapes Consortium." Her body tensed a little in his arms, piquing his interest and clearing the cobwebs from his brain.

He pushed his body back in the bed so he was sitting up, his back against the head board. Leia moved with him, pushing herself up on straightened arms, allowing her face to meet his and separating their bodies. Han watched as her breasts hung and swung in front of him and he almost didn't hear what she was saying, "…and then the Queen Mother suggested a marriage between the two Royal Houses."

Han's eyes left her breasts and met her eyes at the mention of "marriage" and "Royal Houses", his smirk evaporating. "And? What's that's supposed to mean?"

She scooted up on the bed and lowered her head back onto his shoulder and sighed as she said, "It means that she wants her son to marry someone from the New Republic that is also a member of a Royal House…as part of the deal."

"Li-ike, maybe you?" Han brought his hand around her head and grasped her chin, encouraging her to look at him.

She cocked her head to him and met his eyes as she said firmly, "You know that's not an option."

"For you or for the New Republic?"

"For me and that's all that matters."

"I thinks that's a little naïve of you, sweetheart."

"I'm not blind to the fact that several members of the High Council would love to see me married off to one of the Royal Houses, for the betterment of the New Republic or not. We've talked about that before, Han. This shouldn't be a surprise to either of us."

"Yeah, well talking about it and it happening are two very different things." And I just let that slimeball kiss her hand right in front of me. Idiot.

"Not for me, I told you that didn't matter to me. This doesn't change what I said." Her tone was slightly defensive.

"Alright, we'll see." He pulled her to him to let her head rest on his shoulder again but she resisted.

"Han."

"I'm not saying you are going to be the issue, sweetheart. I'm saying everyone else will be." Me against the galaxy again, great.

She let her mouth close on the words that were waiting there. He pulled her down to him and this time she complied.

His Royal Highness Prince Isolder. Dinner at The View? "You went to dinner with him tonight…?" He didn't say it, but the word "alone" hung in the air between them unsaid but clearly heard.

"We were already slated as the primary negotiators of the contract before his mother brought up the marriage. Isolder was as shocked and embarrassed as I was."

Isolder? Han's mind was working overtime, but he worked fiercely to keep his cool. "I'm sure he was." It looked like I could take him. Definitely me and Chewie could take him.

"Ha-an."

"I'm just sayin', you don't think they talked about it before they arrived here?"

"He said they didn't and I believe him."

"Alright. So, how many more dinners are we talking about here?"

She raised herself back up again to see his face, "Now that you're here, I expect you would accompany me to any more dinners that I'm invited to." She looked at him and as a smile stretched across her face she said, "I can't believe it, you're jealous!"

I'll show you jealous. He pulled her to him brusquely, their faces close, nose to nose, his hazel eyes penetrating her brown ones and his lips brushing hers as he spoke, "Not jealous…just realistic." He closed the distance between them with a kiss. It was a soft gentle kiss, in perfect contradiction to his firm embrace. Their eyes were locked on each other, a silent truce exchanging between them, closing the discussion - for now. It was Leia who shut her eyes first as she ramped up the heat of their kiss and Han followed quickly behind her. What the hell, I've beaten the galaxy before…

"What did you say about wanting me under the covers?" Han joked as he broke their kiss. Leia giggled as he rolled on top of her…