Hello again, it's regular update day. I'm glad you all enjoyed the bonus chapter. I know it ended on a cliffhanger, but here is the conclusion to Han and Leia's lovely evening. Thank you all so much for all the love! :)
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Han placed Leia on his bunk and she took a deep breath, suddenly nervous. The last time, she had been too drunk to have the presence of mind to be anxious. But, all day she had been unable to banish him from her thoughts and the moment she saw him tonight, she knew she wanted this.
He laid down next to her and her heart fluttered wildly. His hand started at her shoulder and slowly ran down her arm, his eyes on the soft caress. She kept her gaze at his face, entranced by the expression of wonder there. When his eyes flitted to hers, she felt her face grow warm, dropped her gaze for a moment then forced it back to his. The intensity in his eyes was overpowering.
He drew himself closer until his heat was against hers and she surprised herself by moving closer to kiss him. Her body was on fire and she wanted to be as close to him as possible. His tongue brushed against her upper lip, then her lower, sending a shudder through her that flowed down to her toes. He rolled on top of her and she gasped into his mouth when she felt him hard between her legs. The throb that answered his arousal made her want him inside her immediately. Her hands splayed against the taut muscles of his back, ran down his spine, and settled firmly on his buttocks. He responded with a sharp moan and pushed himself rhythmically against her.
Her hips tilted towards his movements and she swallowed both of their soft cries of pleasure. In a frenzy of motion, Han suddenly pulled back and began unfastening her tunic and impatiently pulled it from her. Leia shrugged it from her body before he moved to pull off her boots and pants. As he tossed them in a pile to the floor, she sat up and pulled his shirt from the bottom. When she glanced up at him, she saw a huge grin had spread across his face. He reached down and pulled the shirt over his head then removed his boots and pants as well. When he had shed all of his clothes, he bent down to her, that smug grin beaming.
"You want me as much as I want you, huh, Princess?" he growled.
She did. But, his arrogance irritated her. "Shut up," she whispered harshly, placing one hand behind his head and pulling his mouth to hers. He laughed quietly before sliding his tongue against hers. He lay atop her, their skin coming together with dual moans of bliss. Their bodies moved together for a time and Leia could think no more. She could only feel Han's lips, tongue, hands, the hardness that pressed so intimately against her. His mouth was at her neck, inflaming her, making her moan and writhe beneath him. His tongue flicked a trail down her throat, her collarbone, and when he licked around her nipple, she cried out, loud and unbridled. When his lips closed over the rosy peak, her breath caught in her throat with a deep, breathy moan.
Ripples of ecstasy flew through her and when his mouth left her nipple, she felt deflated until he was at her other nipple, licking and teasing her into a frenzy. His movements seemed forever until he blazed a hot path down her stomach, encircling her navel. As he moved lower, she tensed suddenly. Her eyes were drawn down to him and he was smiling up at her from between her thighs.
"Relax, Sweetheart," he whispered confidently. "Lemme make you feel good."
With a deep breath, she relaxed against the pillow, body still a bit rigid and uncertain. Then, his tongue was velvety soft against the folds between her thighs and her body stiffened with the sudden thrilling shock. His tongue moved with agonizing slowness and it obliterated all else from her awareness, deep, throaty cries spilling from her lips with abandon.
An eternity later and Han's tongue found her most sensitive peak, and Leia's entire body began to shudder with overwhelming pleasure. It rolled over her in wave after wave and her body and soul were crushed with the sheer rapture that was unlike anything she could have imagined. It was too intense, she couldn't take it anymore, and her hand found the top of Han's head and she tried to push him away but instead he began to lick faster and her body tensed and spiraled out of control. Her hands grabbed his hair and pulled him closer, hips bucking fiercely until every part of her was weak and trembling.
For a moment, she thought her heart would stop completely and just then, Han rose up to her, mouth slick, kissing her with a blazing passion. For a breath of a moment, it occurred to her that her wetness on his mouth seemed far too intimate but she was quickly lost to Han's kiss as he positioned himself to enter her. And she wanted him inside her, brought her hips up to meet him fully.
He plunged inside her with a rasping moan that she could feel within her own body. For a moment, he froze, sheathed inside her, and the joining of their bodies was intoxicating.
"Gods, you feel so good," he whispered harshly against her lips. She kissed him, pushing her tongue in his mouth and he groaned and began moving slowly, languorously inside her. Her body rose in time with his thrusts and that animalistic fervor began to build inside her once more.
His hands found hers and pulled them over her head, gripping them tightly as his movements inside her grew faster, more furious. He was looking into her eyes and she couldn't look away at first, was captivated by his gaze. And then, it was too much, too intense; she felt as if he were looking inside her and her eyes fell shut in defense.
Shutting everything else out, Leia thought only about the way he filled her, deeper and deeper, so completely; the drive for climax built up inside her and she was meeting his thrusts, fast and frenetic.
The rush of their bodies seemed to go on forever until Leia felt herself exploding from the inside; her mind spun out of control as she was carried away with frantic, blinding tremors that caused her to scream in unbridled release. At that moment, she felt Han's pace quicken, sinking into her with a growling scream of his own and as her body trembled around him, he clasped her convulsively to him, pulsated deep inside her, and she felt his hot liquid emptying within her. It felt too good, too intimate, and Leia tightened herself around him, causing him to shudder and cry out.
Sweaty and rasping, they lay together, both still trembling where they were joined, each jolting movement triggering more from the other.
Leia's hands moved up and down his back, holding him closer before she could give thought to her actions.
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Han hadn't realized he had dozed off until he felt Leia leaving the bed. He quickly slung one arm around her waist and pulled her back against him.
"Where're you going, Sweetheart?"
She stiffened. "My quarters."
"What's the rush? C'mon, stay a while." He kissed the back of her head, strands of hair silky against his lips.
She squirmed from his arms and he had no choice but to let her go. "I don't sleep well with other people." She stood and gathered her clothes, placing them on top of a storage compartment.
With a twinge of jealousy he tried to ignore, Han wondered how many other people she was sleeping with. "Okay," he said quickly. "No problem." He leaned back and placed his hands behind his head and watched as she fastened her bra. When she realized he was watching, she turned her back to him.
He laughed shortly as she retrieved her tunic. "No need to be modest, Your Highness. I've felt every inch of you."
Her head pushed through the neck of her tunic and she paused to glare at him, cheeks red, before pulling her arms into the sleeves.
Han chuckled and left the bunk to retrieve his pants. He began to pull them on and Leia, who had one leg in her own pants, frowned at him.
"Where are you going?" she asked tightly.
"To walk you back to your quarters. It's late." He fastened his pants and leaned down to grab his boots.
She sat on the edge of his bunk and pulled her pants on the rest of the way before standing to face him. "I don't need an escort."
Boots in one hand, he smiled. "Just wanna do the gentlemanly thing."
One eyebrow rose questioningly. "Since when are you a gentleman?"
"Since about two minutes ago." Now his smile spread to a grin.
She sat back down on the bunk to pull her boots on and he sat beside her to don his own. She glanced askance at him before leaving the bunk and moving to the door.
"Really. You don't need to walk me."
He plucked his shirt from the floor and shrugged it on without closing it. "No big deal, I could use the walk." He moved towards her but her upraised hand stopped him in his tracks.
"Look. I…would rather walk back alone. If someone sees us together at this hour…well, how would it look?" Her eyes stayed level with his shoulder.
Exactly like it is, Han thought. Irritation rose from somewhere inside him. Was it really that big a deal if someone saw them together? He swallowed those feelings and nodded to her. "Yeah, sure. All right. I'll walk you to the ramp then."
The tension drained from her face and she led the way through the corridor, Han at her heels. When they arrived at the ramp, he hit the controls to lower it. As it went down, they faced each other, a veil of awkwardness descending upon them like the web of a deadly ray-sprider. He was suddenly at a loss for words. Sensing a chilly reception, he suppressed the urge to kiss her good night.
Her eyes flitted between the floor and him before settling on him with an uneasy expression. "Look, I…" she hesitated then seemed to force herself to continue. "This isn't something I want to be a regular thing."
Something in Han's stomach dipped slightly, although he refused to give thought as to why. He forced an apathetic expression. "Of course," he replied casually.
She nodded shortly. "Thank you for understanding."
Her formal tone irked him. "Hey, I understand. Sometimes you see something and you just gotta have it." He placed a hand against the bulkhead and leaned towards her, running a hand down his chest.
Her brow tensed and her jaw tightened. "I'm not sure that is how I would phrase it," she said testily.
"Well, I was happy to oblige," he drawled. "Made for a fun night." His grin was a sharp contrast to the confusing feelings bouncing around inside him. "Sleep well, Your Highnessness. Thanks for the stress relief." He winked and gestured with one hand towards the ramp, dismissing her.
She frowned for a moment, a hint of confusion in her eyes. "Good night." Eyes forward, she glided down the ramp into the night.
Han's grin faded to a scowl. Who did she think she was? And who did she think he was? One of her loyal subjects? Did she think she could just summon him to bed then summarily dismiss him?
That was pretty much what she had done and it made him angry. Beneath the hostility was a measure of hurt that he refused to acknowledge. That was it, he was done with her. They would be casual acquaintances from here on.
He sealed the hatch and returned to his bunk. Laying back down against the pillow, he decided he was done chasing after her.
So what if sex with her was the best of his life? He could find plenty of other women to sleep with. Women who would be happy to fall into bed with him and wouldn't care who knew about it. And they wouldn't be in a rush to get away from him afterwards, either.
He closed his eyes, wanting to surrender to sleep, but he was too agitated and it eluded him.
He had slaked his lust for the Princess, it would be easy now to forget about her. A few more weeks and he would leave the Alliance behind.
But, it bothered him that when she rose to leave, his first instinct had been to pull her firmly back into his arms. Most times, he had no problem seeing a woman leave immediately after sex. Occasionally, he hoped for it. Never before had he felt slighted by a woman's prompt departure.
Why was it causing him such a sense of turmoil? He sighed and tried to push the thoughts from his mind. It would be easier after tonight. He was done.
