Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me except the mistakes as this is un-beta'd.
Note: Please note rating for this one is a strong T probably bordering on M due to sexytimes. If it's not your thing please don't read. This is even more plotless than the last chapter. Oops!
Timeline: About ten years after the events of RotJ – following TFA canon and timeline.
New Governments, Scheduling and Rendezvouses
Chapter Two: You See How Much I Missed You
"Han … are you coming to bed?" Leia called softly from the doorway of their bedroom. Han sat across their open-plan apartment facing away from her, engrossed in the smashball results coverage.
"Yeah." He replied distracted.
He'd just returned home that afternoon from a successful military training operation. The trip had taken him away for ten days and he was enjoying being home. He'd had a lovely dinner with his wife and son, Leia having ordered in his favourite Corellian food (and not attempted to make it herself thank kriff), he'd then hung out with nine year old Ben swapping stories of their days apart before tucking him soundly into bed and questioning for the millionth time how he'd ever got so lucky to have his own, little, perfect family. Now he was just catching up on some smashball before he fully intended to collapse into bed next to his gorgeous wife and snuggle until sunrise. Of course the reunion he really wanted to share with Leia would have to wait; he was shattered and he knew she would be too having spent the last ten days trying to balance keeping up with Ben and her continuous role in the running of the galaxy.
Apparently she had got impatient with waiting for him so he turned to reassure her:
"I'll be there in just a sec…"
His sentence came to an abrupt halt as he finally laid eyes on her. She stood shyly in their bedroom doorway, fingers absentmindedly or perhaps nervously playing with the ends of her hair. She wore a tiny, lace, sea-green teddy cut low at the front and high at each leg. This was a new addition to her wardrobe Han was sure and in an instant he was no longer tired, not even a bit as he stared longingly at her. He had always loved that colour on her, it reminded him of all the green on Corellia and complimented her colouring perfectly.
"Don't you want to come now?" She asked, all mock coquettish innocence playing over her perfect face.
"I think maybe I just did a bit."
She half-laughed, half-scoffed at his joke as she began to walk towards him, clearly finding a bit more of her confidence. It still amazed him that she got shy around him sometimes when they were like this. She could walk into a room with hundreds of Senators, Planet Leaders, Politicians and have them eating out her hand within minutes but exposing herself to him, her husband of over nine years still made a subtle blush paint its way across her skin.
"Where'd you get that?" Han asked indicating to her choice of clothing.
"It was a gift, from one of my many boyfriends." Leia replied mimicking his jokey, flirtatious tone.
She now stood in front of him, gazing down to where he remained seated on the sofa, her legs spread wide either side of his knees, the smashball long forgotten behind her back. Han's large hands encircled her slight waist, rubbing against the soft material. In a swift motion he pulled her onto his lap effortlessly.
"Well he's got good taste, I'll give him that… In women and lingerie."
She smiled openly at him and brushed aside the hair that had fallen onto his forehead, before whispering:
"Hi."
"Hi." He answered in the exact same tone of voice.
"I missed you."
"I can tell." He laughed and pulled her even closer to him, hands wandering over her almost completely bare back. How the hell was this thing even staying on? "I missed you too."
"I can tell." She laughed back, shifting in his lap; pushing herself against his growing desire as if to prove her point. Han groaned at the movement, digging his hands into her hips to hold her in place.
He truly had missed her, and not just in the last ten days. They led such busy lives with their careers, all the travel that included, and raising Ben. Han could barely remember the last time they were both on planet, at home on time and with some evening left to themselves. And the last time all those things had happened and they didn't just pass out from exhaustion – well that was all but a long, distant memory for him. Gods only knew when the next time he was going to be able to be with her like this so he was going to damn well make the most of it now.
Han leaned forward and rested his head in-between her breasts, taking in the scent of her expensive Alderaanian perfume that still lingered on her skin, even at the end of her busy day. Perhaps she had reapplied it especially for this. Especially for him. For some reason that particular thought had him grinning stupidly into her chest and he was quite glad she couldn't see his face at that moment.
"Gods Leia…" He moaned against her, his breath hot and causing her skin to goose-bump through the thin negligee. He could feel her anticipation, knew she wanted this and missed this as much as he did. "You're so fucking sexy."
The blush was back. When she looked at him like that she barely seemed a day older than she was on their trip to Bespin; the first time he had got to know her like this, her lithe little body quivering below or above him as it was now.
"Do you have any idea how good you look?"
"Han…" She replied, clearly distracted.
The blush might have returned but the shyness that she was feeling when she first entered the room had certainly abandoned her now as she moved against his groin trying to create some much needed friction through the many layers of clothing that still separated them.
With any kind of coherent thought haemorrhaging out of his head by the second, he reached forward to stroke her through the underwear with deft fingers. He quickly found and opened the two poppers directly covering his intended target.
"Convenient." He drawled, every bit the cocky, egotistical smuggler that only ever really came out these days when they were alone like this.
In response she merely rolled her eyes, grinding herself down onto his fingers and taking exactly what she needed from him.
"You know you keep this up without so much as looking at me and I'm going to start to feel a little used sweetheart."
"Han…" She repeated, panting with a mixture of annoyance and arousal. Leia made a point of looking at him whilst she spoke. "Shut up."
"I'm just saying…"
She cut him off with a kiss, surprisingly soft in comparison to the harsh movements of her lower body.
"Shut up." She told him again, still breathless. "And fuck me."
That he didn't need to be told twice.
"You got it princess."
