Chapter 3
„Han?" She mumbled into his chest, slowly sitting up to get a better look at him. Looking around to find the blanket, she realized that they mustn't have left the bunk for days. The room was a mess, the bunk was all a mess, she didn't know where Han started and she ended. Where it days? She wasn't sure. Finding the blanket, or at least a corner of it tangled in between the sheets at the end of the bunk's mattress, she reached for it and yanked it out of there to put the blanket around herself.
"Han?" She called again, trying to catch his attention. It was not that she didn't have it already. His eyes were practically glued to her body, almost skinning her down to the bone.
"Han, I can't get more naked than this, so you can stop undressing me with your eyes." She laughed, pulling the blanket more around her.
"Entirely involuntary, sweetheart. They do what they want. Can't help it." He smirked and kept looking at her. "Why don't you give your scoundrel eyes a rest and look somewhere else for a moment. Because I want to talk to you." She grinned, sitting up more fully to fix her hair or at least to create some kind of resemblance to a braid, but she didn't get far, because Han tackled her back to the mattress. "You expect me to give my eyes a rest, while you put on such a show for me?" He grinned, his lips already attacking her throat with kisses.
"You really should learn how to control yourself, Han." She teased her hands already in his hair.
"You didn't even give it a try." She squealed, as his hands were attacking her ribs.
"Oh, I've tried for two whole years, princess. Gotta give up at some point." He drawled, attacking her abdomen with sloppy kisses.
"Han, stop it." She laughed, trying to turn away from him. "Han, I'm serious…I…I want to talk to you." She squealed but felt him already lighten up on her. Meeting her eyes over her chest, he considered her for a moment. "You're breaking up with me?" He asked deadpan.
"Yes. I have enough. It was nice to try, but I decided it's not really for me." She answered just as deadpan. "I think I'll keep looking for some prince." She continued, sighing. "That's not funny Leia." He frowned, sitting up. Sitting up as well, she reached for him and pulled his head against her chest, kissing his temple and the top of his head.
"Well if you listen to me for just a moment and stop distracting me, I might change my mind." She whispered, kissing him again, before pulling back to finally fix her hair. Reaching for the blanket she realized, he had it already pulled around himself. "Cold?" She asked, giving the blanket a pointed look. "You've said I should stop distracting you." He mumbled, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. "So what is so important, that you threaten to leave me?" He asked, still not fully over her earlier comment about her leaving him for a prince.
"Han is there something you don't like about me?" She asked, turning more fully towards him. "That's why you pulled my hair?" He asked, getting rid of the blanket.
"Han, I'm serious, can you just answer my question?" She whined.
"Why do you want to know?" He asked, leaning against the headboard.
"Han, please I need to know." She pleaded.
"Of course there is something I don't like about you." He answered.
"Like what?" She asked, sitting next to him and leaning back as well.
"I hate…" He started. "Hate? Isn't hate a bit strong word?" She interrupted, looking at his profile. "No, I hate…" He continued, but she interrupted him again.
"There is actually something you hate about me? Hate really?"
"Leia, can you…please?" He sighed, letting his head bang against the wall.
"Alright, go on…what do you hate about me?" She asked.
"I hate that you doubt yourself all the time. I hate that you've got hurt and there is nothing for me to do, to ease the pain. I hate that in a life without an empire we've probably wouldn't have met and I would have missed meeting you and my life would've been useless." He answered not looking at her.
"That's not fair Han!" She whispered. "You know what I hate about you, Han?" She asked, facing him fully, her face close to his. He just closed his eyes, not answering.
"I hate that you can't bitch about me without saying nice things about me."
She kissed his ear and snuggled into his side. "You're some kind of scoundrel…"
"I have to pee." He said, getting out of bed, leaving her to herself.
Stepping into the fresher, he let the door slight close and leaned against it from the inside.
He walked down an empty hallway on Yavin's base, checking out the base. That's when he heard it. A scream, so painful to the ears, that it knocked the air out of his lungs. Leaning against the hallway wall, he tried to get back to his senses and make out the source of the scream.
He kept walking down the hallway and found a door. It was closed, but he knew that's where the scream came from. Pressing his ears against the door, he tried to make out some more, but he didn't hear a thing. Suddenly the door opened and the princess stood in front of him. Her face was all pale, her eyes all red and in her trembling hand, she held a blaster.
They considered each other for a moment, although it looked like she looked right through him. "You're trying to kill yourself?" He asked playfully, trying not to show his worry.
"If only…" She whispered, handing him the blaster before she walked past him and disappeared down the hallway.
The defeated look in her eyes still haunted him in his dreams to this day. Sliding down to the floor, he sat there for a while and tried to calm down.
When he came back to the bunk, he was met with Leia's sleeping form. She was lying flat on her stomach, his pillow trapped underneath her, as her face was pressed into it. He held back the urge to tickle her foot, as it peeked over the bunk's edge.
He tucked her in instead, kissing the back of her head and leaving the cabin to get some kaff.
On the way to the galley, he ran into Chewie, who followed him inside, growling.
"Hey Chewie, up for some breakfast?" He asked his friend. Chewie kept growling at him.
"Calm down, alright! I had to wait years for this to happen and I will enjoy every second of it." Chewie considered his friend for a moment and much to Han's surprise pulled him into a big Wookiee hug. "Of course I'm happy…" Han mumbled into the fur at Chewie's shoulder. "You can let me go now, Chewie." But Chewie kept hold of him.
"Chewie, come on…I won't…I won't mess this up! You know how crazy I am about her!" Chewie squeezed him hard and then let him down, ruffling his hair with a toothy grin.
"Well, I would have been back with her for ages, if you haven't felt so affectionate all over a sudden," Han complained, leaving his friend behind in the galley.
Coming back into the cabin, Leia was still asleep. Taking a bite from his Corellian breakfast, he set aside the bowl on the nightstand next to the bunk, watching her sleep for a moment.
Seeing her nose move, he smiled and leaned closer, nuzzling her cheek.
"Morning beautiful." He smiled against her cheek. Her answer came as a passionate kiss, as she moved her face so their lips could meet. When he pulled back, she considered him for a second, before pulling him back for another kiss. "You taste good!?" She mumbled into the kiss, deepening it. He was about to hover over her and move his kisses down her body, but she stopped him. "What is this?" She asked, lingering close to his lips, almost touching.
"What?" He asked, grinning, gently kissing her once again. "This taste?" She smiled, as they pulled apart. "And that smell?" She asked, sitting up slightly. "Oh, you mean this?" Showing her the bowl, he took another bite. "It's called breakfast, sweetheart." He smirked.
"Give me that!" She demanded, reaching for the bowl.
"Hey watch it, princess, you know I don't like sharing."
He replied, taking the bowl back from her and a bite as well.
"Are you not the one always forcing me to eat?" She asked, pounding.
"Yes but this is too spicy for princesses." He chewed.
"I don't care, I want it!" She ordered, reaching for the bowl and taking a spoonful herself.
Watching her chew and her face change, he laughed. "Too spicy?"
"No, I love spicy!" She mumbled, taking another bite. "I've noticed." He laughed, taking the bowl from her and pulling her into another passionate kiss. "Han…" trying to pull away, she sighed into the kiss. "Han, hotshot, I'm really hungry." She laughed, pulling away.
"Alright…" He sighed, handing her back the bowl.
"But if your stomach gives you trouble later, don't come running to me."
Crawling over her, he sat down next to her.
"Right, like you could resist me." She snorted, taking another bite, meeting his frown with a smile.
"You know, this is delicious." And with that, she pulled him in for a deep kiss.
"Real good." He grinned against her lips.
Pulling apart, they stayed close for a moment, smiling. "So what do you want to do today?"
He asked, caressing her cheek with his finger. "I don't know…what do you have to offer?" She pulled away, continuing to eat. "Me…" He smirked, laying down beside her, his hand running softly over her chest, down to her navel.
"I think I stick with Chewie today." She grinned, taking another bite. Stopping his hand from moving, he leaned up, his eyes wide in shock and confusion. "Chewie? …What do you mean you stick with Chewie?" He asked, affronted. "He offered me to learn his language and I'd like that." Taking another bite, she handed him the bowl so she could get out of bed.
"I can do that!" He offered, putting the bowl down, taking hold of her so she couldn't leave. "No fence hotshot, but I don't think your growl is working for me." She laughed, trying to get out of bed.
"It was working last night." He grinned, leaning closer. "Han…" She sighed.
"I really like to understand him." Falling back on his back, he sighed himself, running a hand through his hair and letting go off her.
"I'm not sure how I'll feel about that. The Wookiee can be quiet rough."
Turning to face him, she leaned over him.
"After last night, I thought you knew I like it rough." She teased, leaning over him.
"I don't know, I think I need some reminding." He tried, sitting up to reach for her waist to pull her closer between his legs, his hands already lifting up the hem of her shirt.
"You're only afraid I will understand your bickering." She grinned, kissing his forehead to pull away but got stopped halfway to the fresher, his arms holding her back around the waist. "What about a deal princess?" He whispered into her ear.
"What kind of a deal captain?" She smiled, giggling as he nuzzled her neck.
"The morning till lunch you're all mine and after lunch, Chewie will teach you his language, while I work on the ship and prepare dinner and then you're all mine again."
"Well…" She sighed, leaning her back against his chest. "Well?" He smirked against her cheek. "I could use some company in the shower!?" Reaching her hand back to the back of his head to run it through his hair, she closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the moment. Her eyes opened again when she felt herself being lifted up, to stand on his feet, as he moved them both inside the fresher. "Deal." He whispered into her ear, trailing her jaw with his lips.
After her lesson with Chewie, Leia searched for her Corellian. She didn't think it possible, but she actually missed him when only a few minutes apart and now after being apart for almost 90 minutes, she had to see him desperately.
Palming herself into the cabin, she was surprised to see Han laying on the floor, doing pushups. "Getting in shape hotshot?" She teased, sitting down on the bunk, watching him.
"Staying in shape Sweetheart." He winked, keeping up with his pushups. His tenth already since she came into the room. Smiling at him, she kept watching, or rather admiring him, watching his muscles move in action. "Don't just sit there and watch, help me, princess."
Laying down on his back he began with crunches. "What help do you have in mind?"
"Hold my feet down." Kneeling down to hold down his feet, she kept watching him.
"Come on princess, what about a little reward?" He grinned at her and pulled her face closer for a short but deep kiss. Pulling back, he did another crunch. They repeated this a few times until Leia had about enough and decided to crawl over him. Now sitting on top of him, strangling his hips, she smiled down at him. He used this to give her a long, searing, passionate kiss, but when she leaned in for another one after taking a breathing break, he leaned back and continued his crunches with her still on top of him, the grin on his face almost splitting his face. She smiled down at him, just enjoying the moment with her gorgeous Corellian. Just when she thought his exhaustion kicked in, he began to undress her with every crunch he did, till she sat bare-chested on top of him, while he left sloppy kisses to her chest.
It took about five more kisses until she let go of a desperate groan, reaching for his head to hold him against her chest. "If you keep this up hotshot, I am going to need your blaster." She mumbled into his hair and with that, she pressed her lips to his in desperate need.
A passionate shower later, Han made his way to the cockpit for a while to check the systems.
When he stepped back into the main hold he found Leia sitting by herself at the Dejarik table, playing by herself. "Why are you sitting here all alone princess? Where is Chewie?"
She looked up at him when he entered and just shrugged. He considered her a moment, before sitting down on the other end of the bench, taking the next move in the Dejarik game, which killed her main figure and made her lose the game. When she looked up at him with a small frown, he smirked at her, shutting down the game. "What's wrong?" He asked, not referring to the game. "I wonder how Luke is doing?" She sighed sitting back some.
"Oh don't worry about the kid, he is pretty rough. That boy shot down imperials, couple hours after almost gotten torn apart and frozen to death." That put a small smile on Leia's face.
"Probably went looking for that Yoda guy, he kept whining about." Han joked, leaning back as well, making himself comfortable.
"I miss him." She mumbled, putting her feet up the bench. Han looked at her, not trying to dwell too much on his jealousy. After all, she kissed the kid shortly before they departed.
The kid, not him. "Oh don't be jealous, nerfherder! Luke is a friend." She laughed, loving her scoundrel more and more by the moment, nudging his thigh with her feet.
Shrugging he took hold of her feet, pulling off her big socks.
"I'm your friend too and yet you didn't kiss me." He complained, pinching her big toe.
"You always were more than a friend, that's why I kissed Luke instead, to make you jealous and it seemed to have worked." She grinned, pushing her cold feet under his thigh to keep them warm. "Well what could you do with your friend Luke, you couldn't do with me?" He asked, running his hand over her shin. "For once Luke is your friend as well, so stop behaving like a jealous banter and you never where the type to gossip about the troops, like Luke and I did."
"I'm a pro at gossip, your worship!" He argued. "Who was the one telling you about Hobbie and the rash he got after hooking with one of the new recruits?"
"That was just gross." She said in disgust. "Alright, what about Wedge and his fear of worm rats?" He asked. "Well, that was kind of hilarious." She agreed, poking the back of his thigh with her toes.
"See and the time Riekaan thought you were dating that Bibson guy?" He asked.
"Oh that I remember, you didn't talk to me for weeks." She smirked, putting one foot onto his lap. "I guess we should avoid the gossip about you and other guys." Shrugging, he rubbed her feet. "What about Luke and his sand phobia on Tandul? I believe he panicked for days." She offered. Han started laughing. "Yeah, I remember how you ribbed me one, after I dropped some sand in his X-wing." Grinning, Han lifted up her foot to give her instep a soft kiss.
"I remember the day after, you were staring at me throughout the whole tactical meeting. Carlist came to me complaining after that, telling me to put an end to this show you were putting on." She remembered.
"Hey, I wasn't the only one staring, miss staringness!" He protested.
"Well you were staring at me since Yavin, you creep!" She teased, poking his stomach with her toes. "Oh, I show you creepy, your worship!" He laughed out, pulling her closer, so she was laying on the back, rather than sitting and leaned over her. "We were both staring and you know it." He grinned, poking her sides and before she even got a chance to shriek, kissed her fully on the lips.
When Chewie entered the lounge, he was surprised to see the two of them sitting across from each other at the Dejarik table, eyes locked, staring, both intense, but with a smirk on their faces. They were not talking, not even moving, which was certainly a new stage in their relationship, Chewie thought. Usually, they were bickering, teasing, arguing, fighting or as of late embracing, kissing, making out up to a point, where Chewie hid either in the cockpit or his cabin, knowing his presence wouldn't stop them from going even further.
He was used to it from Han, but even the little princess seemed to have forgotten that he even existed in these moments. He wasn't angry, just annoyed, but at the same time happy for both of them.
He made his presence known, but that didn't stop them from staring at each other.
Deciding his friend needed a little teasing; he stepped next to the table, looking down.
"Not now Chewie." Han replied first, his eyes still focused only on the little princess.
"Not now Chewie." The princess repeated, both their smirks growing even more.
Chewie tried again. Keeping his eyes locked on the woman in front of him, Han answered, his smirk not for once faltering. "The princess here thinks she can out win me in staring; accusing me of staring at her since Yavin."
Chewie let go of an affirmative grunt. "Of course I was staring, but I wasn't the only one was I, princess?" Han leaned forward a bit to emphasize his point. Not being intimidated by him, Leia leaned forward as well, her elbows resting on the table, her eyes still locked on Han.
"Keep dreaming, captain." She teased right back, not leaning back.
Chewie chuckled, knowing he shouldn't stay, being sure how this would turn out in a few minutes. But he stayed nonetheless, deciding for payback to his friend.
"Oh don't worry princess; soon you will be the one admitting it to me…over and over again."
Han dared her, mirroring her sitting position.
Chewie was surprised to see the princess didn't even blush at these words. Instead, she didn't even reply, her smirk getting bigger, if that was even possible.
What Chewie didn't notice, was that the princess's foot was already running up the captain's legs under the table, aiming for her goal. Han didn't flinch, keeping his gaze at her, more intense now.
"Chewie, can you make dinner? I think the princess is hungry." Han said after a moment.
"Please, Chewie. I think the captain is graving…" Reaching her goal, Han began to shiver. "…for something spicy." Leia added.
Seeing the look on both their faces, Chewie had enough. Baring his teeth at the two and letting go of an annoyed grunt, he went and locked himself inside his cabin, not even for once thinking about making them dinner.
They almost ran into the galley to get something to eat, both coming to a halt, disappointed. "Guess the Wook didn't make us dinner." Han sighed, pulling her flat against his chest, his head resting on the top of her head, holding onto her waist from behind.
"Is he mad at us?" She asked, taking hold of his hands putting them around herself.
"Nah…just bitching around." Han mumbled into the side of her head, his lips already traveling down her side, aiming for her neck. "Are we really that bad?" She moaned, her hand reaching back to the back of his head to run it through his hair. "Nah…" He mumbled into her neck, leading her further into the galley. "Maybe we should make it up to him." Leia suggested, already tilting her head back to kiss him deeply. "Hmm…" He hummed into her mouth before lifting her up, sitting her down on a counter and stepping between her legs, already busy running his lips down her neck. "Han…I don't think…No…I mean…Han." The last came out as an uncontrollable moan, as his hands ran up her thighs, heading up to put her legs around his waist. Already reaching for his belt, practically tearing his pants open, she reached for him and pulled him closer, her lips running along his collarbone.
"Han…" She pleaded with him. Reaching for her panties to hold them out of the way, so he could get inside her. "Fuck" He groaned, looking up to the ceiling as if to thank every higher being for being with her, he started to thrust into her. "Yes Han, yes!" She called out, her nails running up his scalp, pulling herself closer to him and holding his face to her chest, her lips running through his hair. "Gods Han…don't…don't stop." She begged him. "Don't stop baby." She mumbled into his hair, rocking her hips to his rhythm. "Fuck Leia…you…fuck!" He cursed, almost blacking out, from the intense feeling of her coming around him. Closing his eyes, he took hold of her hips to fasten up his thrust, his fingers digging into her skin.
"Leia…" He moaned into her chest, his lips running over her skin.
He came so hard, that he had to steady himself on the counter, having trouble to stand, his face pressed into the crock of her neck, breathing heavy. She held onto him as if her life depended on it, running her hands through his hair, breathing him in, her body still shivering.
"I guess we really have to make it up to him now." Leia whispered after a while, kissing his temple. He just nodded, kissing her neck once again, pulling away to look at her. Their eyes met, both still exhausted. "Leia…" He started, but interrupted himself, giving her a gentle kiss, before continuing. "If you're hungry you have to…" Now it was her turn to interrupt him with a not so gentle kiss. "Woahhh… easy there princess." He pulled back, grinning just before leaning in again to kiss her right back. When they pulled back for air, their eyes met once again. "You were saying?" Leia grinned, running her hand down his neck to his chest, holding it there. "If you're hungry you have to hide somewhere so I won't find you." He almost demanded, trying to be serious for a moment, but she burst out laughing. "Hide?"
"Yes. Hide!" He answered, trying to ignore her laughter. "Why do I have to hide?" She asked, her hand holding onto his ears. "You distract me princess." He answered deadpan. Pulling him closer, she gave him one more searing kiss. "Okay…" She nodded, ending the kiss by pushing him away and jumping down the counter. "Start counting captain." She teased, winking at him, she left the galley. He just turned, watching her hips move, before the door closed. Snorting to him he pulled up his pants, fastening his belt.
He was about to slice some vegetables when the door behind him slide open and before he could turn around, he felt two hands slide around his middle and he felt her breath on the back of his neck. "So when am I allowed to come out?" She breathed into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. One of her hands started running suggestively downward. Taking a deep breath, he took hold of both her hands. "Till Chewie is calling for you." He growled.
"Why Chewie?" She smiled against his neck, standing high on her toes.
"Cause if I call for you, dinner might not be ready, yet." He admitted, holding her hands away from his body. "Would it be that bad?" She teased, trying to bring her hands back to his body.
"Princess…" He warned. "If you are not out of here on three I will lock you in a smuggling compartment together with Goldenrod." He threatened. "One,…twoooo…" He guided her hands up to his face, kissing her palms gently. "Three!" She breathed into his ear, before giving his earlobe a teasing bite, running out of the galley, laughing.
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