Well, their day starts off with a bang, so to speak, and then its time to start purchasing necessities for the bonding ceremony. I hope I haven't offended anyone with the intimate moments I've created between Han and Leia in my story; I just envision them as being a very passionate couple ;)
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Rolling onto his back with a moan, Han was in an active state of sleep as his body involuntarily reacted to a fantasy involving the princess. That in and of itself wasn't a surprise - considering that from the moment their paths had crossed on the Death Star years ago - his conscious thoughts frequently circled back and centered on her.
The majority of his past dreams involving Leia had been sensual in nature, sometimes innocent, and occasionally even mundane in content. This REM, however, was decidedly carnal – his subconscious stirring up memories of a petty argument that had broken out between them in the Falcon's cockpit a few weeks ago. It had ended in a tawdry encounter with him demanding the princess suck him senseless in the captain's chair. Oh, and did she ever...
The vivid images flashed in front of his mind's eye as Solo witnessed himself - sprawled out in the pilot's seat with Leia, naked, save for her innocent white lace panties - obeying captain's orders and taking his manhood into her mouth.
A louder moan escaped Han, the erotic sensations of her lips and tongue around him felt so amazingly real that his body twitched in pleasure.
His eyes snapped open and he blinked a few times, any grogginess evaporating as he realized this was more than a fantasy replaying in his brain. Leia was kneeling beside him, her disheveled hair cascading over her naked form with her tongue swirling around the edge of his head. Propping up on his elbows, Han rasped out her name with a crooked smile.
Catching her breath, she met Han's gaze with a demure grin while keeping a gentle grip on his erection. "I was wondering when you'd wake up," Leia whispered, her cheeks flushing pink.
"I was dreaming...I...thought I was," Han mumbled incoherently as her fingers rubbed up and down his swollen shaft, pausing briefly to fondle his testicles.
"It must have been a good one," Leia offered before flicking her tongue around his tip, then slowly taking as much of his penis into her mouth as she could.
Han's eyes rolled back in his head, marveling at her talented tongue and declaring hoarsely, "Not as good as this." Even from the first tentative time the princess had done this to him, Solo could tell she was a natural. "You're amazing, you know that, don't you?"
He grabbed at Leia's curtain of hair, moving her tresses away from her face to give him an unobstructed view of the intimate act she was doing to him. Gods, he loved the sight of the princess' lips stretched open and surrounding his cock, her tiny hand pumping the rest that she couldn't fit into her mouth. He emitted a loud, deep moan, certain he was going to lose it...
"Shit, Leia," Han hissed, grabbing her under the armpit and dragging her up his chest. He planted a devouring kiss on the princess before maneuvering her above his rock hard member in the hopes of impaling her on it, but she actively resisted his intentions. "You still sore?" He grunted as she instead leaned down to kiss him again, their tongues battling for position.
In between impassioned bites to Han's lower lip she managed to squeak out, "Yes, but I won't leave you disappointed." Leia broke away from his grasp, sliding down his side and grabbing at him greedily.
"Wait...climb on top of me, baby. No, this way," Han directed with a wicked smile, his hands guiding Leia to straddle him backwards. She trailed her tongue from his belly button toward his groin, responding to Han's encouragement by arching her behind temptingly before taking him into her mouth again.
"Holy Hells - it should be illegal how kriffin' good you look right now," he rumbled, kneading the Princess' perfect little ass in his hands while getting an eyeful of her sweet womanhood that he just couldn't get enough of. Han felt and saw her body shutter as he stroked a thick thumb along her wet slit, his talented fingers teasing her while feeling his head scrape along the ridges in the top of her mouth.
Swallowing as much of his long length as possible, Leia sucked harder and picked up her pace, her breasts jiggling from the accelerated rhythm she set. Han's groans intensified from the mind-blowing pleasure she was giving him, feeling the edges of her back molars scraping his width as she drew him in deeper. His hips bucked roughly while erupting thick streams of semen into the back of her throat in blissful satisfaction.
Han's breathing was ragged as he thundered with a smile, "Your turn." His large hands grasped the princess' hips to pull her back closer, gripping the underneath of Leia's thighs to position her just above his nose and mouth. He felt her body tighten a bit - either from the return of some self-consciousness he thought she had discarded weeks ago - or more likely, concern from potentially toppling off of him. "Just relax, baby, and enjoy the ride," he encouraged.
Tilting forward, she placed her palms on Han's torso with a heady giggle,already beginning to purr from the sensation of his hot, quickened breath caressing her. "I'm sure I will, Captain."
He always got high on the princess' scent and taste and was practically rabid for her now, rubbing his nose into her folds with a bestial grunt. Their lovemaking ranged from languid and tender to demanding and borderline rough, depending on the encounter; and now he was determined to take his time. "When you cum I'm gonna eat every drop," he declared, slowly roving his tongue back and forth through Leia's lips, savoring her liquid arousal. Her sexy moans incited him to continue exploring her, delicately flicking his tongue over her swollen nub, then dipping deeper inside her.
She squirmed wantonly as Han's tongue worked its magic on her erogenous spots, all of her senses centralizing on his maddening touch. "It's coming," Leia mewled through quickening pants of pleasure, so close to release. Digging her fingers into his skin, she cried loudly and came undone on his face, her body shaking in fulfillment.
Leia tossed her disheveled hair back with an exultant sigh, then crawled off of Han and situated herself next to him, momentarily speechless. The picture of glowing satiety, she leaned sideways against a pillow and stared at him with a hazy smile, pondering the ever-expanding world of lovemaking he had introduced to her.
Linking his hands behind his head, Han stretched back against the pillows with a giant smile plastered on his face. "So I take it, it was good for you too?" he inquired with a justifiably smug countenance.
She laughed giddily. "Isn't that obvious? Though I was beginning to wonder if I might smother you," the princess admitted with a tiny bit of self-consciousness sneaking into her voice.
"Not a chance, babe. I could eat you all day," he added with a lecherous grin, offhandedly wondering if any of the other guests aboard the Falcon heard them screaming out each others' names. I gotta sound-proof our cabin. Han draped an arm across her hip while proclaiming with a satisfied chuckle,"That was one hell of a way to start off the morning."
"That beast of yours woke me up - he was standing at attention and poking me in the lower back," Leia playfully accused with a snicker. "I couldn't let that go to waste, now could I?"
"I'm glad that you're such a conscientious young lady. Keep up the good work." Han sat up and pulled her into a playful hug before kissing her and confessing, "I was dreaming about that little spat we had in the cockpit a few weeks ago. Do you remember?"
A tiny smile of recognition crept up the princess' face, licking her lips subconsciously at the erotic memories returning. "Oh yes. I remember that little incident quite well," she whispered with raised her eyebrows, running her fingers through his hair.
Han's eyes glimmered mischievously, remarking, "We were arguing over something stupid. Then as usual, 3PO showed up, but I pushed him back out the portal and locked him out."
"And conveniently locked me in with you and your demanding...ego," Leia whispered with her cheeks flushing darker. "You like giving orders, don't you Captain?" she taunted in a sultry tone, pressing her lips softly to his before wrapping herself in a sheet.
Staring at the princess with a broad and decidedly unrepentant grin, Han was ready for another round with her. "We can take turns," he proposed hopefully, reaching out for the flurry of satiny skin and material scooting away.
She slipped off the edge, evading him with a giggle. "Not now. We need to get ready for our trip into Pragada," Leia reminded, making her way into the 'fresher.
He looked up at the ceiling and sighed with a tiny smile of defeat. "Damn."
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Han had boasted that Kief knew everyone that was worth knowing in Pragada, and from what the princess had observed thus far, she couldn't argue with that claim. After witnessing a friendly and animated conversation between Han's godfather and the storeowner of one of Pragada's best woman's clothing shops, Leia was given priority attention.
"I can't believe how fortunate I am to have this," the princess exclaimed, slightly twisting her body back and forth while studying herself in the three panel looking glass.
The cap-sleeved satin dress was perfect in color and style in terms of Alderaanian standards, Leia thought to herself in continued amazement. The elegant antique ivory/flesh colored material had an ethereal quality and feel, complimented by tiny, iridescent Albanese crystals adorning the sweetheart neckline. They were the only embellishment on the form-fitting bodice, besides a coordinating row around the waist. The gown's skirt flowed out into a faint A-line which highlighted her petite frame beautifully, and was the only portion of the dress that needed altering – another thing to be thankful for. Fortunately, the princess was also able to select a few new pieces of lingerie as well; pregnancy was already beginning to make visible changes to her body, and her old bras seemed to have become too small overnight.
Leia couldn't understand a word of what the jolly store owner was saying, but Kief could, and that was all that mattered at the moment.
"Vita says you look absolutely stunning - and I wholeheartedly agree," Kief said with a huge smile lighting up his time-worn features. "Her assistant is putting together a coordinated two-piece veil, and they'll show us how it's to be worn for the bonding," the old man explained. "I wish my Theresca was still alive. She would have loved to help you prepare for the ceremonies...and to poke a little fun at her godson as well," he joked with a far-off look in his eyes.
The princess noticed Kief's bittersweet grin in the mirror, and turned to offer softly, "I wish I would have had the chance to have known your wife. Tell me about her," Leia encouraged with a genuine smile.
"Another time, Mei Freune, another time." He cleared his throat and blinked his glossy eyes as the chirping comlink on his wrist interrupted both of their thoughts. "I can only imagine who this is," Kief snorted, reading the message and chuckling heartily. "Yep. It's you-know-who. Complaining again about why he's not allowed to see you in your gown. Ha! He just pushed for a partial holo; I'll put Han in his place since you're detained at the moment."
Leia shook her head and giggled at Han's antics, but her attention was brought back to the assistant currently approaching and twittering rapidly to Vita. The princess blinked, her breath catching in her throat while they presented the exquisite veil to her with wide smiles.
Despite the arthritis afflicting his fingers, the older man speedily typed back a response to Han. "I told him to mind his own business, and that he'd be seeing you in your glory soon enough. I'll give him and Luke and Carlist something else to check off the shopping list; that'll buy us some more time while we figure this veil out." Kief finished the message, then looked up, his jaw dropping at the vision in front of his eyes. He muttered something in Corellian with a proud smile curling up the edges of his mouth. "Holy He...Heavens," he corrected quickly. "I'm a betting man, and I'd bet my right arm that when Han lays eyes on you in this, Princess, he's gonna shed a few tears."
She blushed, and only smiled back.
