A/N: Thank you so much to everyone following along! The rating goes up for this one - nothing explicit, though.

Prompt: Requested follow-up to "Waltzing" [trip to Bespin, ESB]

Flirting

Han stumbled on the corridor just short of reaching the crew quarters. This wasn't completely unexpected, since he had been walking backwards and busying himself with nibbling Leia's ear while they continued to hold each other as if dancing. When the inevitable happened, he slipped out of her grasp and hit his head against the bulkhead, and she burst out laughing. Making a quick recovery, he reached for her waist and whisked her inside the cabin before closing the hatch behind them.

'Smooth, Solo,' she said, pressing her back against the hatch and drawing him to her. Han gave her a wry look.

'What, you got a couple of moves and you think you're better'n I am?' he growled before kissing her deeply, hands lifting the hem of her top to slid under it and skim over her ribs.

Leia mumbled a 'What?' against his lips, wrapping both arms around his neck and hooking a knee over his hip, bringing him closer. He caught the hint and stopped his explorations of her torso to lift both of her legs until they wrapped around his waist. Then he pulled back for a moment. 'You think you're a better flirt than I am?'

'I don't think ; I am ,' she said, pressing her lips against his throat.

Han chuckled and she felt him vibrating under her lips. 'Good one, Princess. And you say I have an ego problem.'

'You do have an ego problem.' She kissed him on the mouth and clung to his neck with one hand while the other started undoing the buttons of his shirt. 'I'm only being assertive.' She kissed the uncovered part of his chest and slid her hand under his shirt to pull it off his shoulder, grazing her teeth against his skin as she let her head fall over it.

'You're bein' a liar.' He kept one of his hands supporting her bottom while the other kneaded her breast. Her top was too fitted and he couldn't get it out of the way without setting her down on the floor, which was driving him mad. He should have undressed her before letting her climb him, but he kept finding himself short of thoughts and of breath ever since they had started sleeping together, and the fact that her urgency matched his tended to win over any planning.

Leia lifted her head and gave him a curious look through heavy-lidded eyes. 'You think you're good at flirting?'

He scowled. 'What's that supposed to mean?'

She laid a hand on his cheek, brushing a thumb over his short stubble. Looking him in the eye, she said, 'That you suck at it.'

He looked a mix of insulted and confused for a second and then, recovering his footing, he smirked and said, 'Worked on you.'

Leia stared at him for a long moment, suddenly still in his arms. Without any warning, she slumped against him, doubled up in laughter.

Han was disconcerted. 'What? What's so funny?'

'You—you're not—actually joking,' she sputtered. She was shaking so badly her legs loosened around him and he nearly dropped her.

'Come on,' Han grunted. Leia straightened up, struggling to compose herself, and kissed him, drawing his bottom lip into her mouth—and accidentally biting him as she succumbed to a fresh bout of giggling.

Han pulled away and glared at her. 'Leia!'

'Sorry! It's just—when did I ever give you the impression that your flirting was working on me?' Leia asked, trying to sound gentler, though she couldn't resist teasing him. Han opened his mouth but closed it again when no words came. 'Han, I don't know if you do it differently with other women, but whatever it was you did with me was annoying, and completely infuriating, and—and not smooth at all.' Her gaze changed then, her amusement seemingly forgotten, and she was pressing herself against him again. 'Maybe I made you nervous?'

'Maybe I made you nervous,' Han countered. She chuckled and stretched languidly against him. 'If it wasn't the flirting, what was it? How did this happen?'

'You're good at other stuff,' Leia said, grinding her pelvis against his lower stomach until she drew a groan from him and felt herself pinned firmly against the hatch.

'I knew it. You fell for my piloting skills,' he muttered against her ear.

'That's right,' she whispered, nudging her nose against his cheek, nails scraping the back of his head. 'Why don't you pilot me into your bunk, Captain?'