Author's note - reader beware. Sexy times ahead.


Three minutes.

That was all she allowed herself. All she had promised Luke and Chewy.

Three minutes of a real, cool water shower to remove the continual scratch of grit and Tatooine sand from her body.

Gods, it felt so good, and was over far too soon.

In the captain's cabin - their cabin - she slowly dried off, eyeing her bottle of lotion that she put on several times a day. The dry Tatooine climate sucked every drop of moisture from her, or so it felt. She was getting closer and closer to a husk of flaky skin every second on this dreadful planet. She wondered how much longer they would be here.

Things were starting to move. A few days ago Luke and Lando had met in Mos Eisley. Apparently Lando had been promoted, and was now in charge of scheduling guards. It would be a few weeks more before they could enact the next steps of the plan, but they were getting closer. Each day closer.

Creaming the lotion over every inch of skin, Leia closed her eyes and thought, as she did often, of that last night in Bespin. The night before Vader. When she had surprised herself and Han with the strength of her wanting him. They had not been able to make love the way they wished due to the lack of reliable contraception, but there was so much they were still able to share with each other.


Bespin - the night before Vader

It felt so, so wonderful. Like a dream from another world.

When was the last time she had indulged herself so completely in the pleasure of a long, hot, steamy bath? Certainly not on Hoth or Yavin, no baths were to be found. Just sonic showers that functioned intermittently at best. No, the last time she could remember was shortly before she'd joined the Imperial Senate. There was always so much to do, Leia never felt she had the time to treat herself as she was doing now.

Stuck on Bespin, waiting for the repairs to the Falcon to be completed, she had no choice but to wait. She had no more work to do, having done it all weeks ago as the ship limped slowly toward the gas colony. It was unwise to try to contact the fleet at this juncture. She couldn't risk the Empire honing in on that communication.

She leaned her head back and sighed, closing her eyes and enjoying the feel of hot water soothing her body. Among the luxurious amenities in the bathroom was a rose oil that reminded her a little of flowers on Alderaan. It had foamed up into pale pink bubbles in the tub, filling the room with a warm, rich scent. All that was missing was to make the bath a decadent experience was to have rose petals in the water.

No, that wasn't quite true.

What would truly be decadent would be to have a sexy scoundrel in the bath with her.

Her imagination had been running away with her for years where Han was concerned. Now that they had finally admitted they were attracted to each other, it made things only worse for her. Now she knew what it felt like to be touched by Han - in so many ways - she had to have him, no matter that he had to leave and might never return.

The few times they'd explored each other made her crazy for more, and he knew it. Han made her want to ignore the fact that she had no implant and her shot was no longer effective. She had been rather embarrassed, but Leia couldn't stop herself from asking Lando about medical facilities. She had an appointment tomorrow afternoon for an exam and a contraceptive shot.

And then - everything Han had told her, everything she'd imagined could finally happen between them.

Her hands rose of their own accord to her breasts, slowly teasing the nipples, as she envisioned Han sitting in the bath. She would be lying in his arms while rose steam swirled around them. His deft, long-fingered hands would roam her body, teasing her to throbbing, lustful dizziness while he kissed and nipped her neck.

"I think I should be doing that," a low, husky voice said as strong fingers stopped her left hand from its ministrations.

Befuddled by her arousal, Leia was slow to look up, but she knew who was there. In a crisp white shirt and clean blue Bloodstripes, looking larger than life, Han filled the room with his potent masculinity that used to scare her.

Now she craved his magnetic combination of safety and tenderness. Protection and primal lust. She needed him.

"Yes," was all Leia found she was capable of saying.

She could not help but stare at him as he stripped, slowly unbuttoning his crisp white shirt and peeling it off. Her mouth went dry at the sight of his lean, muscular tanned chest. An answering ache resonated in her loins. "I'm sure your tutors told you it wasn't proper princess etiquette to drool over half naked men," he quipped, giving her that lopsided smirk that usually made her want to either smack him or, lately, kiss him.

"Yes."

Leia was frozen in place, mesmerized by Han, as he removed his belt and unzipped his fly. He stripped off his briefs and pants in one swift move, and only allowed her a second or two to look at his naked body before he gently nudged her forward in the tub and sat down behind her. "Come here, sweetheart."

And just as she had imagined, she was sitting between his legs, leaning back against his firm chest. Safe in his arms, her body a slave to his.

"I've had a lot of fantasies about you over the years, princess." Han's voice rumbled low in her ear, sending shivers up her spine. "Being in a bath with you like this was always one of my favorites."

A little moan of pleasure escaped her as those large, hot hands around her soapy body to cup and massage her breasts. She couldn't help but press her own hands on top of Han's, pushing her chest closer to all the delicious sensations he could give her. "Yes," she gasped, feeling him roll a swollen nipple between his fingers. Her head fell back onto his shoulder.

"You really are worked up, aren't you, honey?"

His words, spoken in that typical teasing tone, flipped something inside her. Gone was the woman who followed what Han initiated. Leia turned to face him, straddling his legs. Throwing her arms around his neck, she shut his smart mouth with a ravishing kiss. She was on fire for him and would not be swayed.

"Shit, Leia!" he gasped, pulling away for some air and looking at her in confused amazement.

"Tomorrow. I want you to show me what you told me," Leia whispered as she locked eyes with Han.

"Tomorrow?"

"I'm getting a shot tomorrow."

"A shot. Tomorrow." He pulled her back for a slow kiss, running his hands down her back to her butt and thighs. "Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow." It came out as a moan.

"What about now?" he smirked, caressing lightly between her legs, skimming the delicate skin near her clitoris. "Seems like you might need something to tide you over, sweetheart."

Leia shuddered and moved her hips, trying to get him to rub against her again. But his hands had quickly moved back to her breasts. "Oh, please," she whimpered. "Please."

"Please what?" She was panting now, loving the feeling of the slow slide of those magic hands from her breasts to her belly, and between her thighs again. His fingers moved in light circles so, so tantalizingly close to where she wanted them to be.

"Please touch me."

And then a single long finger slid inside her body, stroking her gently. Leia closed her eyes as her wish was granted. She simply could not hold back a groan of pleasure. "That feels so good."

"Open your eyes and look at me, princess," Han commanded as his other hand began to press against her clitoris.

Panting, Leia slowly opened her eyes. She thought she could see Han, but felt light headed. "You want me to make real love to you. Tomorrow," he said.

"Yes. Please, Han."

A second finger had joined the one inside her body, and Leia jerked suddenly at the feel of it, crying out loudly. "Fuck, you are so creamy and hot, sweetheart," Han groaned. "I wish it was tomorrow, I want to be deep inside you, I want to feel all of you."

"Please. More, Han." She was almost riding his fingers now, moving up and down. The thought of tomorrow, the idea of Han filling her body and touching her in ways she'd never imagined made her frantic for release. Leia gripped his shoulders and shifted her hips back and forth, hitting that sweet spot inside her again and again until she felt herself tighten around his fingers. "Han!" she sobbed, squeezing him tightly as her legs shook uncontrollably from the force of her orgasm.

She rested her forehead against his and tried to catch her breath. "Oh Gods, oh Gods," she panted, still shuddering a little from the aftershock.

"Tomorrow will be even better, princess. Out of this galaxy incredible," she heard him say.

"How is that possible?"

"It is, sweetheart." He kissed her neck just below her ear, lightly nibbling the skin. "Trust me."


But there had been no tomorrow. No shot, no making love with Han as she so desperately wanted to.

There had been only the surprise arrival of Darth Vader and Boba Fett. Being taken from Han, hearing his screams as he was tortured. And then watching him be lowered into that pit - and frozen in poison.

Leia sat on the edge of the bunk, feeling the aftereffects of her vivid memory tingling in her crotch. She had her own hands, which she could and had used to bring herself to much needed orgasms in the past few weeks.

But she really wanted Han's hands.

Hans' voice in her ear teasing her, talking dirty, or commanding her to come for him. Han's eyes locked with hers as he built her pleasure. Han's body over or under her, sliding, stroking, thrusting, riding. It didn't matter to her where or when or how.

She wasn't here, in the middle of a desert, to rescue him because she thought he'd be a good lay once he recovered from his ordeal. She loved Han with every cell in her body. Why else would she put her status in the rebellion at risk? But she wasn't ashamed to admit her desire for him.

She wasn't ashamed to admit that, in all her prayers for him and this mission, she also prayed he would eventually be able - in all ways - to make good on the promise of tomorrow.