Thank you, lovely readers in fanfiction-land, for reading and reviewing my last chapter! Your words are so encouraging! I always private message everyone who provides me feedback, but I've recently discovered that the FF website may not be notifying you of those messages anymore until that glitch is fixed.

Oh, and I haven't done a disclaimer in a while; so, no, I don't own Han and Leia, blah blah blah…I just have them do things that the Mouse won't

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Near desperation, he could only think of one thing to do and grabbed her face in his hands, crushing his mouth to hers with a ferocious kiss…

She squealed in surprise at his apparent change of heart, willingly opening her mouth to his demanding tongue. "I thought that…that you didn't want me… that maybe you weren't interested," Leia cried when the need for air briefly separated them.

Blinking through the mist, Han gave her a flabbergasted grin, shuffling them around so that the warm water would cascade over her shivering figure. "Are you kiddin? Haven't you noticed the perpetual hard-on I've had since you stepped in here with me?", eliminating any of her doubt with another bruising kiss, making her feel the passion with which he wanted her.

Kreth, she felt so good in his arms, those exquisite breasts of hers and baby-belly pressed so tightly against him that it would have been easy to brush aside what he needed to say. "I screwed up, yelling at you like that…it was wrong of me and I shouldn't have," Solo stumbled around his words, still unfamiliar with apologies. He could feel his heart thumping inside his chest when her tiny hands reached up and stroked his face affectionately, her teary eyes warm and bright and filled with love.

Her husband may have the anger issues of a nerf-bull, but she loved him. It was that simple. "Yes, you did screw up," the princess whispered with a tiny smile, kissing one corner of his mouth, then the other, "and it was wrong of you. Very wrong," she finished in an even tone despite the sparkle in her gaze, drinking in his hopelessly lost expression for a few moments before wrapping her arms around his neck, drawing him in close for more kisses, moaning into his mouth at the feel of his erection throbbing against her flesh.

"Gods, I love you, Leia…don't wanna leave you," Han murmured after his mouth left hers to lick a path up her neck, feeling her head falling back at the sensation of his hot tongue burning her skin and his hands kneading her breasts more roughly than he intended. She was his life and soul and anything good that ever came from him was because of her. Dammit to nine-hells, he didn't want to return to Jabba. But he had to.

"I love you more," the princess repeated the motto they frequently would echo to each other, wondering in a far realm of her mind why he was so unsettled over his upcoming supply run, especially since, up until today, they'd never bothered him before. "And you know I'll be right here, waiting for you when you come back," she assured before he silenced her with more frenzied kisses that quickly overwhelmed her, causing the shower to spin before her eyes.

He lifted Leia with ease, her legs wrapping around his hips by instinct while he branded kisses over her décolleté, hoisting her higher and gaining access to her over-sensitive nipples, which he sucked into his mouth ravenously, one at a time. She was wiggling wantonly and making all of his favorite sounds as he groped his way down to the apex of her thighs, slipping a forefinger experimentally through her folds to judge her readiness. After all, this was moving incredibly fast...

Stroking his cheek, the princess whispered his name to capture his full attention, the intensity of his stare exhilarating and frightening at the same time. "It's okay." Those were her only words. This wasn't about foreplay or her own pleasure. This was about comfort and reassurance and pleasing her husband. Before she could take her next breath, he was entering her with a long and almost tortured groan of pleasure.

Holy fucking shit. Han briefly shut his eyes at the amazing sensation of his wife's tight channel sheathing him perfectly, the sounds of her sharp gasps amplified in the shower's small space as she pulled and twisted her fingers through his hair to the point of pain, urging him onward. Leia was always tight, due to her being tiny and him being well-endowed, but this felt mind-blowing, and gripping her hips securely, he delved deeper into her, setting an almost feral rhythm…

Gods, he loved possessing her, loved the sounds Leia made and the way she was crying out his name as he buried himself further inside of her. He was desperate to come, ready to release himself inside of her, but he wanted her to come, too. "Baby, lean back," Solo grunted, shifting his stance for more stability then tilting her pelvis back just enough to reach that magical spot that always made her sing.

The princess wordlessly complied, her upper back now pressed against the shower tiles, allowing him the erotic vantage point of seeing where his body was thrusting into hers. He adjusted his angle of penetration while searching for and finding that bundle of nerves deep inside her, making her moan in delight. "Oh yes, Han! right there…don't stop…", she begged, powerless while clinging to him, knowing his punishing-like grip on her would likely leave bruises but not caring as he drove them both toward the edge. This is what they excelled at: racing to the finish line…

Feeling the beginnings of her orgasm, the princess babbled over and over, "I love you… I'm yours," her contracting channel squeezing his length eagerly as her entire body trembled through the throes of passion. Han pumped hard into her once, twice more, groaning her name loudly before exploding everything he had inside his girl, sending another round of uncontrollable tremors throughout her sated body.

As their breathing slowly returned to normal, the Falcon's hot water supply had dwindled to tepid at best. Capturing her mouth in a tender kiss, Solo reached around to turn the water off then shuffled their knotted bodies out of the shower. He carefully slid Leia down and released her, immediately disliking the loss of warmth her body provided before grabbing a large towel to wrap themselves in.

They lingered in each other's embrace, with Leia tucked under his chin and nuzzled so snug against him they seemed fused together as one. He smiled contentedly before chuckling at the sensation of their son squirming against him. "Wow. Junior is really moving around a lot lately, isn't he?" Han grinned into her hair before pulling away to dry off any of his wife's remaining damp skin, loving how adorable she looked post-orgasm with her reddened, kiss-swollen lips and rosy cheeks.

"You should have felt him earlier. I thought he was doing some kind of self-defense routine inside of me," the princess glowed before watching Han kneel down and press warm kisses in a circle around her stomach, exhaling a giggle when he tickled her belly button with the tip of his tongue.

"You're so kriffin' perfect, do you know that?" Solo breathed against her skin. She puffed out a skeptical breath of air and he could almost hear her eyes roll upwards toward the ceiling. His wife, of course, was being her modest self, but it was true; she was absolute perfection, inside and out, and he would attest to that fact to anyone, he mused, before suddenly noticing blotches forming on areas of her hips and thighs.

Fingermarks?

Yes, his fingermarks. Where he must have gripped Leia brutally-hard during their lust-fueled make-up session, Han concluded. Running a fingertip over one of the offending marks, his chest twisted in a knot at the knowledge that her porcelain skin would be bruised now for the next week or so because of him. Leia was the one bright thing in his mostly-fucked-up life, and look what he'd done to her, and all because he'd allowed his passions to rule.

Enjoying her husband's caressing touch and his warm, wet kisses being deposited on her flesh, the princess teased softly, "So, does this mean I've been forgiven?" She tried to sound playful, but in reality, the stresses of the day and their earlier argument had taken their toll, leaving her sounding plaintive.

"Only if I am. Gods, Sweetheart, I've been such a mean cur to you lately," Han bemoaned while standing up, feeling slightly light-headed when she leaned into him, lifting up on her toes to line his jaw with delicate kisses (instead of finding the nearest blaster and braining him with the butt end of it), before concentrating her attention on his mouth, her tongue tracing his parted lips seductively.

"Do you think we can stay here on the Falcon tonight, instead of going back to our quarters? We could pretend we're back on Corellia…just you and I," Leia suggested through a hope-filled smile as her hands stroked his hips, feeling him spring back to life against her stomach.

They couldn't ignore their problems forever, but what was one more night? Solo reasoned, cupping her cheek in the palm of his hand before kissing her slowly. Somehow their lips remained locked together while he guided their intertwined bodies the short distance to the bunk where he'd made love to the princess - his princess - for the very first time; to the bed where she'd lost her virginity and he'd planted his seed in her, conceiving their first child. To what had become their marriage bed, despite a long list of obstacles. Soon, there would be more obstacles to face, he thought while admiring Leia's beautiful body, splayed out on the sheets invitingly, beckoning him for more. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight as he hovered over her...

He would take his time and make love to his wife in the way she deserved, adoring every centimeter of her from the top of her pretty head to those sweet little toes.

And then he needed to figure out the best way to tell her about Tatooine.

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