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Han sat at the edge of the bed in quiet awe, carefully memorizing every detail of Leia's beautiful face; her deep brown eyes hidden now in sleep, the curve of her cheekbone and that adorable little nose graced with a few freckles, her plump pink lips slightly separated by feather-light breaths...
Occasionally he succumbed to the temptation to run a finger over the wisps of hair curling near the Princess' ear before trailing down the long silky lengths fanned out across the pillow. My Princess...he thought, causing his lips to curl upward into a wide grin as his chest expanded with love for the girl - now a woman - who turned his world upside down, in the best ways possible.
Feeling around the darkened room for a pair of sleep pants, Han dragged them on one leg then the next before giving one last, longing look at Leia. His stomach continued to protest with loud growls due to lack of food. He'd be back soon...
Stretching his arms over his head and arching back slightly, the ex-smuggler groggily made his way to the galley, the perfect picture of a completely satisfied male. A slightly smug grin spread across Han's stubbly face from the memories of his and Leia's marathon lovemaking. And Holy hells, what a night of lovemaking it was – the reality far surpassing all of the numerous scenarios he had fantasized over for the past few years.
It was base, and would likely earn him a punch in the gut from Leia, but the scoundrel in him couldn't resist reveling, just a little bit, in taking the Princess' virginity. But Leia was not a conquest to him and their joining had been so much more than the unleashing of years of pent-up sexual frustrations and desires; it was as if their souls had intermingled during their passion-filled night, linking them together forever.
Kreth, I'm getting soft - and it's not as scary as i'd thought... the ex-smuggler thought with a smirk. Han's thoughts turned carnal in nature once again, recalling how the Princess' initial timidity had melted away over the course of their sexual escapades, his cock twitching at the reminder of her hands and mouth exploring him and her enthusiastic receptivity to every position he bent her pliable body into.
Han was quickly overheating, deciding to inwardly speak to the other brain inside his pants. Now hold on, I gotta get some food for Leia and myself before we go another couple of rounds, maybe more. His lustful urges were momentarily distracted by the need to fuel his body. The scent of warm sweet bread and bacon caused his stomach to rumble and growl in hungry anticipation as he turned the corner to the galley.
"Good morning, Captain Solo! Well, technically, I should say good afternoon - since it is twelve hundred hours," C3PO chirped while puttering purposefully around in the galley. "Before Chewbacca started finishing the repairs on the aft repulsor lift, he insisted that I prepare some sustenance for you and Princess Leia, though I'm not sure if that's such a wise idea, given her condition. You, on the other hand, seem to have recovered from whatever ailment you both were suffering from last night."
Shoving a piece of bacon in his mouth, Han was in too good of a mood this morning for even 3PO to spoil his reverie. "Ailment?" he muttered at the droid with a questioning grin before swallowing the artery-hardening, but tasty meat and reaching for another piece.
What an unobservant brute at times, C3PO thought silently. If he could shake his metal alloy head in disappointment at the captain, he would. "Yes, of course! You must be a very sound sleeper to not have heard the Princess' distressed cries and groans throughout the night and earlier this morning; after all, you shared the Captain's Quarters with her, did you not?" he huffed accusingly at the scruffy-looking Corellian.
With raised eyebrows and a devilish grin, Han crowed in amusement as his brain caught up with the droid's mild chastisement. "Oh, Riiiight..."he said, cramming another piece of bacon in his mouth and offering between chews, "She was pretty 'vocal' last night." He chuckled while loading a tray with a pitcher of juice and as much food that could fit without having it all tumble over the edges.
Unlike Captain Solo, the golden droid was not finding anything about their conversation remotely entertaining, adding curtly, "Chewbacca explained that she was staying in your cabin so you could take care of her. I assumed you would have been more attentive to the Princess' needs, since she seemed to be so ill." There was an obvious touch of admonishment in his mechanical voice.
"Don't get your wiring in a twist, Goldenrod. I definitely 'took care' of Leia, and then some." Han was unable to control the crooked smile growing wider on his face. In a serious tone but with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, Han whispered, "In fact, I better go 'take care' of her a little more." He agilely turned on his heel and strode towards his cabin with a confident swagger.
Impossible man, the droid mused while returning to the pile of dirty dishes waiting to be cleaned.
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The Captain diligently engaged the locking mechanism again on the portal, his eyes immediately travelling toward the bed which was in disarray and for the moment, empty.
"O Princess...Where are you?" Han sing-songed in a baritone voice. "I've got enough food to keep us going for a long time," Han announced proudly, his plan for the day consisting of activities that were sans clothing.
She must be in the 'fresher, he surmised quickly."I'm OK with playing hide and seek- but only if we're naked," he said, grinning at Leia's dulcet laughter echoing softly from the bathroom, as he set the food tray down on the top of his chest of drawers.
The sound of her lover's velvety voice caused Leia's heart to flutter in anticipation. She had heard stories from teenage friends of earlier years about how clumsy and disappointing 'the first time' had been for them, but the opposite was true for her. Yes, initially it had been very painful, but he certainly knew how to touch and pleasure her, she grinned elatedly to herself in the mirror while flushing bright pink. "I'll be right there, Flyboy- but first we have to set some ground rules," Leia bit back another emerging giggle before peeking around the doorframe of the bathroom, wearing nothing except her panties and Han's discarded shirt on the floor the prior evening.
"First of all, I demand a head start, and there will be no biting or pinching, except..." her cheeky taunt was halted by the sheepish expression on Han's face, his eyes studying the messy sheets while muttering under his breath, "Kreth, did I do that?"
Han was standing at the edge of the bed, looking incredibly adorable with his hair sticking out in ten different directions as he inquired with forced hopefulness, "Ummm, did you start your cycle, Leia? Because," his voice trailing off in doubt.
The Princess' brows crinkled in curiosity as she returned to Han's side, her eyes tracking downwards to the droplets of blood spotting the sheets in various locations over his larger, non-standard bed. Her lips curled upwards and a warmth rippled in her lower abdomen as the images of their first, passionate joining (And all of the others) fluttered in front of her mind's eye. An unexpected flush of bewilderment crawled up Leia's neck and onto her cheeks. How could she be embarrassed about this situation, after everything he had done to her, with her last night, she mused.
The stained sheets staring up at him seemed a cruel contradiction to the ex-smuggler. Han knew that first times could be pretty rough, but Leia's encouraging touch and unrestrained cries had continued to feed his insatiable desire well into the night. Every subsequent time they made love she had clenched and pulsed around him, pulling him in deeper. He was, for one of the few times in his life, at a loss for words. Had he misinterpreted Leia's passionate moans from being caught up in his own pleasure?
Judging by his guilty looking demeanor, the Princess had a pretty good idea what he was thinking; unfortunately having to shake her head in answer to his question. Han looked crestfallen as she reached up to stroke his stubbly face in reassurance.
"Shit, Leia – I'm sorry. I guess I got carried away." The Princess silenced him with a tiny finger pressed to his lips and a shy smile. "It's alright - I'm fine, really," standing on her tippy-toes to peck his stubbly cheek with a kiss. Han gave an unconvinced half-grin, exhaling a deep breath while rubbing the back of his neck with a palm.
"I'm better than fine – amazed, astounded, more like it," Leia cooed in a sultry voice while linking her fingers with his. She encouraged him back onto the bed with a few more racy assertions, her fingers ghosting up his arm and the stroking of his ego drawing a familiar lopsided grin.
Han was happy to oblige, resting with his back against the bulkhead as the Princess gracefully slipped a leg over to straddle him. With a demure smile, Leia ran her hands over Han's chest, tickling the soft hairs before trailing downwards to rub the bulge in his pants. "Believe me - the feeling is mutual, Sweetheart," he rasped while his hands slipped inside Leia's oversized shirt to tease her breasts and nipples;delightfully tender from over-attention...
From the sensual look overtaking the Princess' countenance and the way she was wiggling invitingly on his lap against his length, Han was pretty sure if he had done something unintentionally objectionable, all was forgiven. To be sure, he offered a carnally-inspired apology with a husky growl. "Are you sore? I can kiss it and make it better, Baby," a hand dipping inside her panties to tease her already moistening lips.
With a sharp intake of air, the Princess conceded with a dulcet voice, "I think I'll accept your apology," wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a hungry, open-mouthed kiss before succumbing to their desires again.
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The lovers were eventually forced to eat and drink, their bodies desperate for food to sustain their amorous activities. Sitting on the bed and having a makeshift picnic, Leia was laughing - intrigued at Han's request to eat pieces of fresh fruit off her naked body when an irritated roar echoed outside the captains door.
*Cub, I'm not going to do all the labor on this ship just so you can mate non-stop for days with the Little Princess. In other words, get your ass out here and help me with the hyperdrive motivator, otherwise I'll send 3PO to pester you relentlessly.*
Leia tilted her head in curiosity while looking at Han for the translation. "Is everything alright? We should really resurface."
"Yeah, we'll have to, I guess," he sighed disappointedly, but tacked on a wide crooked grin. "Nothing to worry about, Princess. Chewie said he's really happy we're spending so much time together."
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"This nightmare is getting worse by the minute!" Mom Mothma interjected hotly, rubbing her throbbing temples after switching off the clandestinely-recorded comm between Leia and General Rieekan. "I can't believe such nonsense – she is in love with the ruffian! Though I can't imagine why," shaking her head in disbelief.
General Dodonna sighed, but maintained his composure at this unexpected and unwanted change in circumstance. "What a naïve child; I thought our Princess had more common sense than to fall for that smooth-talking mercenary."
He filled his pipe with tobacco, tamping down while offering in a conciliatory tone, "Mon, I know you at times considered our current plan for Solo as 'extreme', but I'm sure this convinces you that while it may be slightly unpleasant, it is unfortunately necessary. Isn't it better for one man to perish than the whole Rebellion fall apart due to lack of credits and political connections?"
Mon nodded in agreement while sipping her caf. "Captain Solo is like a bad credit chit – he always turns up, which is something we can't risk, especially with the fact that the Princess has fallen in love with him."
They remained silent for some time, each tangled in their own calculating thoughts before Mon chimed in. "This unhappy revelation changes things, Jan. Perhaps our plan to simply have him disappear isn't sufficient," she mused, chewing on the inside of her lip.
Dodonna restrained a smirk, instead taking a few puffs from his pipe while wondering what more could be done. "Go on, I'm listening."
"Well, our current design has Captain Solo disappearing for good – presumably eliminated by one of the Hutt's bounty hunters. But now, Leia is apt to mourn her 'first love' for a significant amount of time, and we need her married to another Royal House soon. She might even completely reject any arranged marriage from some idealized, girlish devotion to a dead man."
They stared at each other for a few seconds, before Jan voiced the concept already in Mon's head. "So we need to invent a situation, a scandal that would alienate the Princess from Solo for good, before we have him eliminated."
Mon nodded, adding, "A woman who believes she's been scorned will be much easier to convince of her obligations to the Alliance. At last, Solo- and the memory of him- will be just a minor distraction to us."
"Great minds think alike, Mon" Jan congratulated the fellow Rebellion leader with a thoughtful grin. "And I believe I have the perfect scandal in mind..."
