The moment many have been waiting for...including Han and Leia lol. Hope you guys like it :) Thank you for reading!
Fingers intertwined with Han's, Leia snuggled into the crook of his arm.
"Just don't tell anyone we're sleeping together," Han drawled. "No, wait. What am I saying? Tell everyone."
Leia smiled and turned on her side to face him. When he first laid down next to her and settled in with the obvious intention of spending the night beside her again, she had felt a brief moment of unease. This was so new to her, such foreign territory. But, being the man he was, Han broke the tension and they fell into place…almost as if this was where they were supposed to be. But that was a silly, romantic notion and Leia dismissed it.
She watched him, eyes half closed, lips parted. Leia never knew that the sight of someone could stir such deep feelings in her. It felt like her chest was too full of feelings. How could she contain them?
She wondered what he felt. Clearly, he had feelings for her. But that afternoon, when she had inadvertently admitted that she cared about him…he had been very pleased. But he hadn't said the same in return. She felt silly thinking about it. Obviously he cared about her. Had she been paying better attention, she would have seen it sooner. He had always protected her, had always come to her rescue. At times, she had wondered why. She always chalked it up to obligation. If he was escorting her on a mission, he felt responsible for her.
But, in retrospect, Leia recognized the times when he seemed genuinely scared for her safety and that he often seemed greatly relieved to find her intact.
And that comment about the argument on Hoth. It had hit her hard, harder than she liked to admit. They had been avoiding any mention of him leaving. But it was there, lingering dismally in the not too distant future.
A dull ache settled in her stomach when she thought about it. Wasn't this why she never trusted him? Because he had no loyalty?
She dismissed the thought immediately. How could she possibly not trust him? He was stuck in this mess only because he went back for her on Hoth. In reality, he was one of the most loyal people she knew.
"You're very quiet." His voice seemed loud and severe in the stillness of the cabin.
She pushed all unpleasant thoughts aside. She could not go back. She could only go forward. "I guess I'm a little tired."
"We can go to sleep."
She was silent, gathering courage as she had been for days now. "Han?"
"Mm?"
"Where is your family home? Is it on Corellia?" She felt him tense beside her.
He sighed after a moment of silence. "Leia. I don't like to talk about family. Or Corellia."
"Why?" she asked patiently. "Why so secretive?"
"You wouldn't understand," he said quietly.
She raised herself up on her forearms and looked at him until he met her eyes.
"How do you know if you don't try?" she whispered.
He smiled wryly. "How could you understand? You're a Princess. You grew up in a palace."
"You're right, I did." She paused for effect. "But that's all gone now. And what am I left with?" She sat up. "I have nothing. And no one." It hurt to say it aloud. But, she wanted him to understand that they were not so different.
He glanced away, mouth locked in silence.
Leia placed a gentle hand on Han's cheek and turned him to face her. She kissed him softly then stared into his eyes. "Do you trust me?"
She saw the conflict in his eyes. She had never seen him so defenseless.
"Leia, it's not that simple."
"It is that simple," she reassured him.
"Why does it matter?"
"Because…I want to know you," Leia admitted. He let so little out.
"You already know everything about me that you need to know," he soothed.
"I know almost nothing about you."
"You know everything that matters. You know I've risked my life for you over and over and that I'd do it again," he said gruffly. "And you know I'm here with you right now because of that. That's all you need to know."
She nodded. "Yes, I know you're stuck here with me because of that." Her voice began to rise and she struggled to keep it under control. "And I know that if you weren't, you would've escaped before the Empire had a shot at you."
He grabbed her hands. "Is that what you think?" he asked, surprised. "That I'm stuck with you?"
She looked down at his hands clasping hers. How did this conversation even get to this place? She lowered her voice. "Not that you're stuck with me. But that you're stuck in this situation because of me. Because you risked your life for me. Again."
"Leia," he said levelly. "I am not stuck." He laughed harshly. "Didn't you hear what I said? I'd do it again. As many times as I had to. I had to go back for you at the Command Center. I couldn't take the thought of anything happening to you."
She stared at him, unable to speak. She felt near tears.
As he bent to kiss her, he whispered, "That's all you need to know."
And then he was kissing her roughly, pulling her close. He leaned back and pulled her on top of him. Finally, he tore his mouth away and leaned his forehead against hers. He was breathing harshly, eyes closed.
In that moment, Leia knew she loved him. And she knew she wanted him. She had been holding back, waiting to give herself to him physically until she knew he loved her. But he cared about her, he had proven it countless times without saying a word. So maybe that was enough.
She sat back and he looked at her. His eyes were vulnerable and it touched her to the core. Without breaking his stare, Leia took his hand in her palm and slowly placed it inside her shirt, on her breast. She shivered at the intimate contact. "Touch me," she whispered in an unfamiliar, husky voice.
Han closed his eyes, swallowed, and when he looked at her again, his expression was pained. "Leia, are you sure about this?"
"So sure," she whispered. For a moment he just stared at her, unmoving. Then, very slowly, his palm grazed her nipple and Leia's breath caught in shocked pleasure. She felt her nipple go rigid and her head fell back as she was lost in the feeling. She never knew anything could feel so blissful.
His hand cupped her breast through the neckline of her shirt and her nipple was covered in the wet warmth of Han's mouth. Leia forgot to breathe
Han's mouth erased the galaxy around them as he coaxed soft, throaty sounds of delight from her. He pulled back gently and Leia could see the desire in his hooded eyes. She caressed the smooth skin of his chest. She reached for the bottom of her shirt, pulled it over her head and tossed it to the floor. She wanted his skin against hers.
"I want to feel you," she whispered. She laid back on the bunk and pushed the shorts off to join the shirt on the floor. She expected to feel shy or self-conscious. But when Han's eyes took in her naked body, his smoldering look made her feel beautiful.
His hand travelled slowly from the soft skin of her neck, down between her breasts, and across her stomach. Urgently, he moved over her and covered her body with his. Leia shuddered at the feel of Han's weight pressing down on her, his skin fused with hers. He kissed her fervently, tongue thrusting against hers. His mouth slowly explored her neck, shoulders, breasts, the tender flesh behind her ear. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, gracefully skimming her body.
A soft, feathery touch between her legs and Leia's body tensed, unable to take the excruciating pleasure. He continued stroking her, his touch growing bolder. She gave a shuddering sigh and Han groaned, low in his throat. He pulled himself up to look at her, his hand still causing her to throb and writhe under him. She opened her eyes and found his piercing stare burning into her. Eyes fixed on each other, they shared a moment of startling intensity that wrenched her heart with both agony and ecstasy.
Leia realized that she wanted to give Han as much pleasure as he was giving her. She turned slightly and tugged lightly at the fastening of his pants. "Why am I the only one not wearing any clothes?" she breathed against his lips.
Han shook his head with a grin as he began to unfasten his pants. "You keep surprising me, Sweetheart."
When his pants were open, Leia helped him push them off. She suddenly realized that she really did not know what to do and her nerves finally kicked in.
Han must have seen it in her face. He tapped her chin gently. "Are you okay?"
She felt her cheeks burning and was thankful for the dim lighting. She averted her eyes. "Yes, I…I just…"
"Shhh," he soothed. He laid down next to her, turned to face her and began kissing her, his hands running softly over her body.
Slowly, she began to relax again. She stroked his shoulders, his back, then gradually lowered her hands to caress the backs of his thighs. He was moaning softly into her mouth. Feeling more confident, Leia pressed herself against him. He felt harder and smoother than she expected. She reached between them and touched him lightly. Han's harsh breathing encouraged her and she brushed her hand more fully against him.
"Leia!" he gasped, eyes closed tightly. He grabbed her hand, turned, and moved over her. He leaned on his forearms, hands cradling her face. He looked into her eyes. "I want you," he whispered earnestly, his voice seeming to throb through her.
Leia nodded, never leaving his stare. He kissed her, gently at first, then with growing passion. He lowered his body to hers and Leia bent her hips to meet him. Han groaned and broke the kiss, his breathing harsh against her lips. His hand went between them, he slipped one finger slowly inside her and Leia could feel the wet, slick evidence of her desire. As his finger slid in and out in a steady rhythm, ripples of ecstasy flew through her.
Suddenly, he placed his lower body between her legs and she felt him guiding himself into her. He moved very slowly and Leia's breathing intensified. She felt an odd stretching inside and she wanted more. She was surprised by how big he felt inside her. When he haltingly pushed deeper, Leia began to feel a slight pain. She froze and Han stilled his movement.
"Are you okay? Am I hurting you?" His voice was almost a growl.
Leia had known that it would hurt. And she didn't want to stop. She wanted this. "Just a little," she admitted. "But I'm okay."
Han exhaled harshly, eyes squeezed shut. He looked like he was the one in pain.
"It's okay," Leia assured him. She took his face in her hands. "Make love to me, Han," she whispered.
He kissed her longingly on the mouth then returned his tongue to her neck, licking and teasing. He began to move inside her, very slowly, pushing a tiny bit deeper with each thrust.
The bout of pain was overshadowed by a slow, erotic throb that pulsed through her. Han's rhythm increased and Leia followed her instincts and began jerking her hips to meet his thrusts.
Han growled low in his throat and began to move faster, plunging more deeply inside her. Leia was overwhelmed by an urgent fire, reaching towards an unfamiliar precipice. Just when she thought he couldn't get any deeper inside her, he pushed faster and harder and Leia felt something bursting inside as Han suddenly immersed himself within her heat, shuddering and gasping. She was overcome by a frenzied throb that quickly turned to a paroxysm of ecstasy that shook her entire body. Time stopped, reality disappeared. Leia was aware of nothing but the trembling of her body answering the entirety of Han inside her. Her breath shook in tme to the shudders of her body and as the tremors lessened, she began to come back to herself and the haze surrounding them slowly turned solid and stable again.
Wearily, Han put his arms around Leia and rolled sideways, keeping her close. Leia felt weak, depleted, overwhelmed with emotion. They lay together, catching their breath. She felt him kiss the top of her head. She thought to tell him she loved him but was too spent to form words.
