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Chapter 2: The Falcon
30 Years Ago- Endor
He was truly captivated by her, that had to be the reason he was out here half-naked with her in the middle of the night, his wedding night he should add, in the freezing cold water because she said she wanted to swim. And she must be the reason that this thrilled him.
"Last one in has to mop the Falcon!" Han screamed as he charged ahead, dropping his towel on the sandy edge and continuing to the small Endor lake.
"Neither of us do that anyway!" Leia ran laughing right behind him.
He reached the water first and continued running until he fell into the center of the lake.
Leia was right on his tail. She threw her towel beside his and splashed in after him. She turned sideways as the chill hit her. "It's so warm!" She mocked his admonishment of the freezing temperature.
He emerged from the water a few feet in front of her, shaking the water from his face. "Like bathwater, as my mother always used to say."
She floated out to where he was and dunked her head under.
They swam beyond the shore to a flat place where they could both stand.
She pushed herself onto her back and floated. "What a day, husband…"
He bent his knees slightly so his shoulders were immersed in the tepid water. "You could say that, wife." He held her toes as she floated contently. "I don't know what you've done to me, Leia. I never thought I would get married, ever."
She smiled contently from her spot. "You're a lone wolf."
He watched her with mirth forming in his eyes. "Not to say there weren't other women…"
She didn't rise to his bait. "Why not marry them then? Sex not great?" She bit her lip, hiding her smirk and waiting for his reaction. "Han!" She shrieked as he yanked her feet, pulling her to sit astride his body.
"I don't know," he held her tight. "I guess I'll never have another chance to explore the answer to that question, Mrs. Solo."
"It's still Organa," she mock admonished. "And you bet your sweet life you won't be trying that anywhere else but in our bedroom with me in it." She skimmed her hand against the water, splashing him directly in the face and managing to swim away.
"Okay then…" He wanted to flip the script. "I hear sex on the beach is overrated, anyway." Ducking his mouth under the water he waited for her response.
That earned him another splash from Leia.
"Don't knock it till ya try it!" She joked, sort of.
"Why Princess Leia…" he lilted in a surprised tone.
"You and your dirty mind…" She didn't think he was sufficiently admonished, so she brought her hands to the back of his head and used all her strength to dunk him under. She kept them there as he struggled to break the crest, eventually holding her waist in his hands to get her weight off of him.
His head emerged and he spit some water out of his mouth. His hands still around her and her grip moving to the nape of his neck.
She felt her stomach flip as he looked into her eyes. She corrected him, in the only low rasp she could muster. "I'm not knocking it till I try it either."
He swallowed, his heart beating faster. He felt a pulse lower in his body as he watched her bob in the water, only her underwear to cover up patches of her skin.
She couldn't tear her eyes from him if she wanted to. Her grasp on his arm turned into a gentle stroke as she lowered her fingertips down his arm, below the waterline, and stopping at his wrist. Her chest expanded and contracted shallow breaths twice as fast as usual.
He wanted to look away, but he couldn't. He was suddenly aware of her wet hair clinging to the side of her face, how it flowed and stuck to her shoulder and down to her chest. Water droplets streamed over her face and collected at the tip of her nose and chin only to fall into the water a moment later. Her mouth parted slightly and he watched her tongue peek through her mouth to lick a drop off her pink lips. His breath came in quick labored gasps and he felt a surge of adrenaline shoot from his core to every nerve in his body.
A wry laugh emerged from his smirk and he stuck out a finger in admonishment. "Stop it Leia!"
"I'm not doing… anything." She whimpered innocently.
He couldn't follow his body's reaction. She had him wild, turned around inside. The desire was creeping heavy in his soul. He was on fire and she was the oxygen he craved.
She stepped closer to him, only a feather's width between them. She dropped her head back, staring up at him with longing in her eyes. Starting low, the wet pads of her fingertips traced the sculpting of his body, reaching the groves of his abdomen, gradually climbing to the expanse of his chest, before finally latching a gip on his shoulders.
He wasn't far behind her as he tilted his head down, giving her the ability to reach his lips with hers.
Her active mouth manifested the feelings that were in her heart. She felt him reciprocate the message, his soul gripping her tighter, pulling her under.
In her haze, she pulled away only enough to catch her breath. She felt her skin burning where his hands ended up on her cheek and at the small of her waist. Her head tilted to the other side, knocking noses as the magnetic force pulled them in again.
He felt his chest swirl as soon as her lips touched his. She was so warm. She let out a breath and he sucked it in a moment later. Somehow his fingers made it to the back of her underwear and flicked open the hook. He felt her legs wrap around his waist and her center press into his groin. If he was in the right headspace, he would have heard the heavy, wanting moan that rumbled in the back of his throat and straight into her mouth.
She didn't even feel herself leave the water, droplets dripping from her skin until he knelt down and laid her on the sandy shore. Her top was now thrown to the side and both their bottoms soon to follow.
Their bodies spoke the same language, taking as much as giving, touching as much as being touched, and taking control as much as submitting. Uniting as one in this intimate way sent them both into another realm, floating away in ecstasy. Rogue kisses peppering their journey into euphoria.
She felt herself come out of her body. She was hovering above them watching the scene unfold, the passionate picture they made, twisted up secret creatures. Every fiber of her being poured out for him, every patch of skin displayed for him, her soul opened up for him, her heart beating in perfect sync with his. Together, they reached an atmospheric breaking high.
They barely had time to slow before the sky opened up and poured its cleansing water on the land. The rain only cultivated the dreamlike state they were in. Grabbing their clothes they hurried back into their first home as a married couple, the Millennium Falcon.
They paused, staring at each other, not intending on ending this anytime soon. Lovers tonight and until eternity.
"Bed," he rasped out.
She managed to nod before their bodies met again, stumbling over each other to reach the pillowed bed, the wetness dripping off of them pooling all over the floor. The galaxy turned for them. This night was theirs.
He found himself firmly on top of her. Skin still wet and sweaty, tasting salty and sweet, drenching the bed in their lovemaking. Tangled tongues and lips drinking in the pleasure the other offered.
She heard him call her with soft-spoken words, the ones lovers share. She reveled in his hands bringing her more pleasure than she could ever imagine. She fell hard for him. Her world was turning with him and for him.
They made love until they couldn't anymore, laying utterly exhausted against each other, panting into the black night. Her cheek on his shoulder and half her body laying on top of his. Her hand stroked the skin on his chest as her tongue licked the sticky sweat mixed with the salty water covering him like a film.
He felt her weight on top of him, the curve of her back as he brushed it with the back of his fingers. Her kiss and their collective sweat, how their first night as a married couple turned out to be even more than he could ever dream of. He closed his eyes, thinking about her last words to him, muttered in the sizzling afterglow.
"Don't ever leave me."
And his honest answer.
"I won't."
Night had fallen at the Resistance base. Admiral Ackbar and Poe stood facing the projected map and battle plans. The Admiral felt as confident as he did with any number of their plans that shockingly succeeded.
General Organa stood to their left postured in a similar stance, but her focused unblinking stare suggested her mind was far away from the battle map. Or perhaps not far away, but about three hangers away.
At this point, she had let the idea marinate enough to feel confident in her decision. But if she was honest with herself, it was an easy decision. She would never be able to get to sleep that night knowing he was only a short walk away from her.
"Admiral, Poe," she suddenly spoke. "I'm letting you take over command watch for the night."
Admiral Ackbar nodded. "Roger that, General."
She nodded a smile towards her old friends, but hesitated as she turned for the door.
Poe saw her hesitation. "Don't worry, General. I'll wake you if there are any changes."
She, again, nodded before walking through the exit. "You'll find me on the Millennium Falcon."