She walked back into the living room dressed in one of his dress shirts. It hung down to her knees. It felt too familiar. It made them seem more than what they currently were.
He hadn't heard her come in. She was too light afoot. But it allowed her to watch him.
He hadn't changed much. His hair was cropped tighter but he was still tall and lean. She could still pick him out of a line-up or crowd.
He had rolled up his sleeves to cook and kicked off his shoes. He looked relaxed and at home.
She cleared her throat. He swiftly, yet casually enough turned to see her.
He wanted to whistle. He wanted to pick her up and kiss her senseless. But he did none of those things. He just let his gaze graze over her. "Beautiful, as always, Princess."
Her cheeks reddened and she shook her head.
It took all his strength not to envelope her in an embrace. It felt so natural to do so, despite their current predicaments.
"Wine?" He asked.
"I shouldn't."
He poured her a glass anyways. She looked at it and to him. "Why are you doing this?"
"You need a friend."
She arched her eyebrow. She didn't move towards the glass.
"You need someone to trust."
She still didn't move and his patience was wearing thin. "Dammit, Leia, do I have to have a motive?"
She didn't flinch at his outburst. She stood still.
"You have moved around this base for over a week like some ghost. You interact with no one. I don't even know what job they gave you. I read the report. Your statement, Leia, it's OK to breakdown."
"I'm fine."
He took two strides and was in front of her holding her shoulders. "You are not fine. Maybe you can lie to yourself. But you never were good at lying to me."
Her eyes peered into his. She started internally screaming. Why, why, why?! She punched him in the chest.
"You don't know. You have no idea!" Her fists began pounding on his chest. "You don't know!"
He crushed her to him, but with all her strength she pushed him way, sending him back a few feet.
"You and Rieekan think you have me figured out. You both think I need a break. But the Empire has one last card. One last play. And in my last years I haven't found it or figured it out."
He stepped towards her again. "Then let us help."
Her gaze locked with his. "What?"
"Let us help."
"No."
"You don't get to be a martyr, sweetheart."
"I never said…."
"You've implied it too many times not to think it."
"And what about you?"
He shook his head. "What about me?"
"You still want to be my savior. I don't need saving."
"Maybe," he stepped forward enough to be in her space. "Maybe not. But you did destroy reports today…"
She moved her arm to slap him and he grasped her wrist in her hands.
Her mind was racing, how had she? How had he?
And before she knew it his mouth was on hers. The kiss was anything but innocent. It was chaste and demanding. His hands went to her waist and pulled her against him. She felt him rock hard against her stomach. How had they gone from verbally sparring to this?
He felt him grind against her and she moaned. It had been three years of being celibate and now her body was on fire. His mouth on her neck. "You need saving."
She moved her lower leg to knee him and he moved against her pinning her to the counter. "No, I don't."
His tongue swirled around her ear, his breath hot against it. She rubbed her hips against his, she couldn't stop herself. Her body was betraying her.
He yanked opened her shirt, buttons skidding across surfaces, and his mouth went to a nipple. That's when she lost all thought and control.
Her hands mimicked his previous actions, unbuttoning his shirt. Her hands slipping into caress his muscular chest. He groaned against her breast. Her hand went to his buckle of his blaster rig before unhooking his pants.
He pulled away then, remembering her previous words from the meeting. Her hand went to caress him through his boxers. He groaned again as he took her hand in his and rested his forehead against hers. "Leia… we… I'm..."
Hazel met brown. How could he apologize? He had almost forced himself upon her.
And at the same time, she was wondering what she had done. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Oh, sweetheart." He enveloped her in the tightest embrace. And then she remembered the early confrontation.
"He didn't get that far." He held her tighter. "Han, I'm serious."
He kissed her forehead, before looking back into her eyes.
"Don't look at me like that."
"Leia…"
"You know why I don't talk to people? So they don't give me that look."
Her hands went to closing the shirt before hopping off the counter.
"Almost is enough, Leia."
"Almost allowed him to cop a feel and that's about it because I quickly turned to tables and had his gun in my hands. The only regret I have is not shooting him between the eyes."
