Did someone ask how they celebrated? ;)
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Lying naked together on the sofa, they stared into each other's eyes until Leia slowly shook her head.
"I still can't believe you asked me to marry you," she said quietly, tracing his lower lip with a gentle finger.
He grinned crookedly, tender emotions still bursting, like fading fireworks in his chest. "I still can't believe you said yes."
Her finger halted and her brow drew downwards. "You doubted me?"
Sheepish, his lips pursed to one side. "Well, I didn't know…" He dropped his gaze.
"You know I love you, don't you?" she asked softly, finger drifting to the scar smattered across his chin.
"Yeah." Discomfort flitted through him. "I know that." He avoided her gaze, bringing his own to stare at the ceiling while his hands traced a lazy trail up and down the smooth skin of her back. "Doesn't mean you wanted to get married."
Her arms went around him and she snuggled closer, head resting against his chest, hair engulfing him. "You can be such a nerfherder." She sighed contentedly against his chest.
"So you've said," he replied dryly.
"I think you underestimate me," she said wistfully. "And yourself."
Her words hit him surprisingly hard and he couldn't help but examine them further. The implication that he underestimated her made perfect sense and did not surprise him. He should have known she was as committed to him as he was to her. But, her idea that he had underestimated himself…it led him to believe that he was more transparent than he realized. And he wasn't too certain he liked that. It made him feel deeply vulnerable in a moment when he was already feeling more than he was comfortable with.
"What are you thinking about?" she murmured into his chest.
The question startled him and he quickly covered it up. "The wedding night," he distracted in a suggestive tone.
Her head rose to look at him, a smile gracing her lips. "Hmm…we should probably practice for that."
A slow grin crept across his face. "You're right. We should practice a lot. Wanna get it just right."
Leia inched her body up until her mouth was close to his. "I love you," she whispered reverently.
"I know." His tone was just as sober and it garnered a tiny smile from the woman in his arms. Memories of fear, passion, and desperation rebounded with those words, from a time when they had thought all was lost, including his life. He had meant it as a teasing joke, but it added sudden gravity to the moment.
He placed one hand behind her head and covered her mouth with his, emotion driving him as much as passion. Her mouth was immediately open and beckoning, and his tongue slid inside to stroke hers sensuously. His fingers glided lightly down her back and she shivered at the caress.
His wife. This amazing woman was going to be his wife. The thought hit him again, an unbelievable reality, and it caused a swell and constriction in his chest that felt both pleasurable and painful at the same time.
They kissed with a slow hunger, taking their time, savoring each other. Her hips pressed against him and he felt himself growing hard and eager beneath her. His hands smoothed along her buttocks, urging her closer.
Her mouth left his and trailed hot, moist kisses across his jaw, down his neck, licking her way to his clavicle. Steamy breath flew from his throat and his thoughts were obliterated by her mouth slowly streaming down his chest, tracing invisible lines.
She stopped suddenly and looked up at him. "I don't think there's enough room on this sofa for what I want to do to you," she whispered, eyes smoldering.
With a quick glance, he realized that, with his legs hanging off the end, she had nowhere to go but off the short space. She dropped to her knees beside him and tugged at his hand. A crooked grin of anticipation was strewn across his face as he lowered himself to the floor, keeping his eyes on hers. Lying on his back, he buried one hand in her hair.
"What're you gonna do to me?" His voice was hoarse with longing.
"Whatever I want." Her mouth curved and she raised her eyebrows seductively. She leaned over, kissed him deeply then returned to where she had left off at his chest.
Her tongue was light, feathery, and inflamed him to the point of sweet torment. She teased his stomach, his hip, and dove lower to the line of pubic hair at his abdomen. Flicking across that line to the other hip, her mouth travelled down his thigh and Han groaned loudly, aching for her to take him in her mouth.
It seemed an unbearable eternity as she teased him into a frenzy of desire, licking one thigh, then the other with excruciating leisure. Just when he thought he could take it no longer, her tongue drifted lightly to the tip of his hardness and he felt ready to burst.
"Leia!" he cried, panting, followed by a deep groan.
She took just the head of him into her mouth and he shuddered with pleasure. When her mouth covered him entirely, his response was loud and unbridled. With gentle suction, she moved down then away, her tongue sliding slickly from tip to base along one side of him. His hips began to move with her rhythm and noisy, shocked exhalations burst from his lips, growing louder by the moment.
For what seemed like forever, he was lost to the feeling of her mouth surrounding him, hot, wet, and clasped tightly, faster, coaxing him higher towards ecstasy.
Her hands slid beneath him and gripped his buttocks, holding him in place, and the feeling of being possessed by her was the last sensation that drove him over the edge. His hips began to spasm out of control, body tensing, prepared for sudden release, and he exploded with a strangled scream that held throughout his orgasm, as he pulsated endlessly and her hands clutched him and held him in place.
And then his body and mind collapsed and his thoughts were blank, focused only on his ragged, harsh breathing. He was faintly aware of her mouth releasing him and she raised up to lie against his chest, but he couldn't move enough to even open his eyes. Utterly weak, he was silent and mindless for some time.
When her hands began rubbing along his shoulders, he forced his arms around her.
"Gods, woman," he rasped.
She laughed lightly into his chest, her own breath calming.
"I should ask you to marry me more often," he declared, trying to catch his breath.
After a moment of silence, breath beginning to normalize, she asked, "What would have happened if the box hadn't fallen out of your pocket?"
Too exhausted to think, in a fit of stops and starts, he answered honestly. "Guess...I woulda… waited for another time. When it seemed right." It occurred to him that, although all his plans had gone awry, the most important part had been perfect. And here they were.
"You know, I didn't need some perfect moment. You asking me was perfect enough."
Her words made him smile. "So, what you're saying is, I wasted my time. We should've just stayed in, made love, and gotten engaged right here."
"Oh, you didn't waste your time." The amusement was plain in her voice. "I get to enjoy the memories of you sweating it out all night for the rest of our lives."
Strength beginning to return, Han rolled to his side, gently placing her on her back. He slung a leg over her, propped an elbow up, and rested his head in his hand. "I wasn't sweating it out," he denied hotly.
She arched one eyebrow in his direction. "Oh, really?"
He nodded defensively, lips pressed together.
"I don't know. You seemed pretty nervous when I picked up that box."
"I just wasn't prepared." He was well aware that she knew he was simply putting up a confident façade. It was a game they often played.
Turning on her side to face him, she placed her leg between both of his and mimicked his posture with her head in her hand. "Okay, Hotshot. You were never worried. You knew I would say yes."
"That's right." He tossed her a confident nod.
She bit her lip and appraised him with an affectionate gaze. "That's my scoundrel."
He rolled on top of her. "That's right," he rumbled from deep in his chest. "Time to show you just how much of a scoundrel I can be." He captured her mouth with his, skimming against her so that his chest brushed lightly against her breasts, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her. He repeated the motion, growing excited by her reaction when her head fell back and her eyes closed in dreamy concentration.
Han became lost in her body, consumed with teasing and pleasuring her, reveling in the knowledge that she would soon be his, in every way.