Honeymoon Musings

This had to be the oddest honeymoon ever, Leia thought with a wry smile. Not that she was an expert at honeymoons. The princess knew this was the first, and only honeymoon she would ever take. However, how many honeymoons included a Wookiee companion, not to mention a courier mission for the New Republic's Provisional Council?

On the other hand, how many honeymoons included stopping at some of the most beautiful places in the galaxy, not to mention having the sexiest man in the known galaxy as the groom? Leia would gladly endure Wookiees—Chewie was very respectful of their privacy—and secret missions, as long as she could be with Han Solo.

Leia's pitten-like stretch was carefully contained, so as not to disturb her bedmate. The bunk in the captain's berth on the Millennium Falcon was small, and she supposed that someone not completely besotted might find it cramped and uncomfortable. The princess had never found it so, because this was where she'd found Han Solo. Not met him; that had been in the midst of a fire fight—the first of way too many—but it was the place where she had found the other half of herself; the best of herself.

She laughed soundlessly, just a puff of air, when she became aware of the broad grin spread across her face. Leia hadn't believed it was possible to smile as often as she did now that she was Han's wife. She turned her body carefully under the protective arm draped across her to contemplate her husband. He was gorgeous. There was no other word for it, she thought, even after a night of enthusiastic and very creative lovemaking. Even right now with his thick, dark hair matted, and his lips parted to emit a breathy snore, he was no less attractive than any other time in Leia's mind. She ran a caressing finger through his hair and down his cheek dropping down to his collarbone and through the feathery hair on his magnificent chest. She'd never anything more than she loved more than this man. Her hand paused in its travels along her husband's naked flesh. I'd better not go any further south, she thought, I might wake him. After last night, he probably needed the sleep. With a satiated smile, Leia tenderly kissed the corner of Han's mouth-eliciting the lopsided grin that always made her pulse pound-but he didn't waken.

Leia was just ready to doze off herself, when she realized a trip to the 'fresher was in order. With an exasperated sigh at the cruelties of nature, she dropped her legs over the side of the bunk and slipped to the floor. Immediately, goose-bumps sprouted on her naked flesh in the cool, recycled ship's air. In the dim cabin light, she reached down and groped for an appropriate garment from the messy tangle of clothing on the floor. They'd been in kind of a hurry to get out of them last night. Slipping her arms into Han's discarded shirt, she padded barefoot across the small space to make use of the convenience.

With nature's call answered, Leia surveyed the mess on the floor. Marriage wasn't all fun and games she thought with a rueful half-smile, as she excavated through the assorted discarded clothing. Undergarments went directly into the autovalet. She folded up her slinky Zoosha pants and tunic and placed them on the cabin's one tiny cabinet. She grabbed Han's trousers and folded them over the berth's single chair. She grabbed his boots and her shoes and shoved them in the general vicinity of the clothes locker.

All that was left was Han's gunbelt. Leia scooped it up off the floor, intending to hang it off the back of the chair. The bantha-hide leather was soft and worn from years of use; it felt both cool and heavy in her hands. Leia thought about all the times she had seen this particular item of Han's wardrobe. It had been a constant from the day of her rescue on the Death Star to their wedding day. The only time he hadn't been wearing it was the day he'd been frozen in carbonite. The princess gave an involuntary shudder at the memory; that awful, long ago day was one she was afraid she could never forget.

Leia dropped down onto the chair as she rubbed her thumbs over the smooth leather and traced her finger over the heavy buckle. How many times had she seen this? How many times had she watched as it rode low on his hips, twitching and shifting with the movement of his pelvis and that magnificently shaped ass. Her heart beat a little faster and her breath came a little faster, and there was that damnable grin curling her mouth upward…

"Your Worship," came a lazy baritone drawl from the bunk. "I didn't know you were into the kinky stuff. You should have told me sooner."

Leia lept to her feet and dropped the belt over the chair back. She could feel a fiery blush spread across her cheeks.

"Listen, Flyboy," she began sternly. "I was just picking up the mess." She looked at the smirking grin on her husband's face and hurried on. "And don't worry, if there's something I want from you, I'll make sure you know…" The thought petered out as she grinned a little—that hadn't come out quite the way she's wanted it to.

Han chuckled softly; Leia smacked him smartly on the back of his head. His attempt to look wounded was ruined by another chuckle. Leia hopped up next to him and smiled, almost shyly, which she realized was kind of ridiculous after the night they'd spent together.

"I was just thinking about how many times I've watched this thing," she said, pointing to the gunbelt. "What can I say? I like to watch your ass…and your front." She felt the blush begin again.

"Hey, sweetheart," Han reached his arm over her shoulders and squeezed affectionately. "I couldn't begin to count the number of times I've watched your behind. And I've enjoyed the view every time." His smile flashed from tender to seductive. "I wouldn't mind inspecting it up close again," he told her. His hand slid down her side to pinch the portion of her anatomy under discussion. "If you're up for it."

Leia shoved at Han's shoulder, pushing him back down to the bed. "I think the question is are you up for it?" She pulled off the shirt she was wearing and Han plucked it from her hand, tossing it to the floor.

"You get to pick it up this time," she said before locking her mouth onto his.