Title comes from "Ice Cream" by Sarah McLachlan.
Written for hanleiacelebration's HanLeia Appreciation Week 2022 on Tumblr, for the Day 7 prompt (Free Day). Go check out the other fanworks created for this week - so much wonderful work!
Better than anything else that I've tried
Leia wasn't exactly sure what had first inspired the idea—was it the memory of the last bits of ice cream she'd savored last night, retaining that cool sweetness on her tongue as her lips closed over the spoon? Was it the arc of that little dip in his throat, seen as he'd swallowed his last bit of kaffe this morning? His lean body tangled in the sheets? The heat she'd briefly felt leaning over him for a kiss before she'd left the apartment? The sound, something between a growl and a purr, he'd put into his intonation of Sweetheart?
Whatever had sparked it, the idea fully formed during an especially boring briefing, and Leia struggled to keep her mind on the facts and figures under discussion and not on the thought of Han trembling beneath her, sweat glossing his naked body as he pleaded—
"Ambassador, what do you think?"
By some trick of the Force or her upbringing, Leia was well-practiced at letting her mind wander while still following the track of the conversation to which she was supposed to be listening. She made a couple of quick points, which the rest of the group seemed to appreciate, and the discussion moved along again, leaving Leia back with her thoughts.
Her very delicious thoughts. She lingered on them like they were that last bite of ice cream, adding to them in between appointments and reports and briefings, wandering back to them until she was tempted to forego lunch for something else.
But she was a responsible leader with a hell of a lot of work to do, so she managed to hold out until after dinner, when instead of flopping down beside Han on the couch, she put one knee down beside his thigh and hovered over his lap.
"I had an idea for tonight," she said, her voice coming out slightly deeper than usual.
"Oh?" Han raised his eyebrows, starting to move his hands to her sides. He looked intrigued, and there was interest dancing in his eyes. He liked it when she took charge.
She was still half-standing over him, and let him keep his hands at her waist. She leaned in slightly but did not sit down.
"What'd you have in mind?" he asked softly, as Leia lifted one hand and cupped his cheek, then began to run that hand slowly, tenderly down the side of his face. He seemed to understand that she didn't want him to move in to kiss her or touch her further, that he should stay still, at least for now.
Her hand moved lower, smoothing briefly over the scar on his chin and moving over the pulse point in his neck. His evening stubble provided a subtle difference in texture that made her nerves perk up. Maybe it was the Force, maybe something else, but she could nearly feel his blood pulsing through his veins.
She remembered the thought she'd first had this morning, and felt her body flush in response.
"I was thinking," she said, slowly moving her hand down until it was cupping his throat with a gentle pressure, "that I'd like to suck your cock."
His eyes flew open, obviously not quite expecting that, but he quickly recovered with a grin. "Think I'd like that too."
He started to pull her in to kiss her, but she tightened her hand on his neck just slightly and shook her head. "Oh, no. Not yet," she said.
Han was obviously finding this as intriguing as she had earlier, so he sat back slightly, his eyes on hers, and waited for Leia's next move.
She moved down from her half-standing position and put her other knee on the couch, still hovering over him, but closer now, straddling him. One hand still lightly on his throat, she tilted his head slightly and kissed the other side of his neck, then bit his earlobe gently before giving him a quiet command.
"Take off your shirt."
Leia nearly laughed at the speed with which Han's hands moved from her waist to fumbling with his shirt. One of her hands still grasped his neck, her thumb occasionally running down to that dip in his throat, while the other hand rested on the couch as she sucked at his lobe and begin intoning her intentions in his ear.
"I'm going to lick you and taste you till you beg me for more," she began, giving a hard lick to his neck for good measure. She moved back for a moment to let Han remove his shirt and to remove her own tunic as well, but a second later her hand was back on his neck and her mouth now moving to his bare shoulder in between sentences.
"I can feel you getting hard for me," she continued, getting a moaned Leia and his hands moving to caress her breasts in return. "I can't wait to have you in my mouth."
"Fuck, Leia," he said, moving to pull her closer, but she put one hand on his chest to stop him, while the other squeezed his throat just a little bit more.
"Uh-uh-uh," she sang softly, and slid the hand on his chest over a bit to tweak his nipple. To her delight, he shuddered. "I'm in charge," she said.
Han closed his eyes for a second, then focused on her with a look of pleading that made her instantly wet. "You're killin' me," he said, though he did manage a small smile.
"Not enough, evidently," she countered, and reached both hands back to remove her bra. She enjoyed his hungry look at her breasts for a moment before pulling him down for a kiss.
His mouth was already desperate for her, his tongue sliding against hers with urgent need, and she indulged it for a full few minutes, one of her hands sliding down his chest and beginning to trace gently under the waistband of his pants. He gripped her tighter, and for a moment, she let him.
Leia pulled herself off his mouth suddenly, and Han grunted a quick protest. Though she'd let herself go a few minutes beyond her original intention, she quickly took back control, her hand back on Han's neck and her mouth nipping his shoulder.
"Did you like my tongue?" she asked.
"Fuck, yeah, Sweetheart, can't wait to—"
"You'd better get those pants off, then, Hotshot," she interrupted, and with another nip to his shoulder, she rolled off of him to allow him to rise up and remove his pants. She took off the leggings she'd had on under her tunic and knelt on the floor.
She was supposedly in the more vulnerable position here, kneeling before his tall, muscular body, him able to hold her head in one of his large hands, his cock looming before her. But Leia felt incredibly powerful in this moment. The expression on his face alone—
She smiled, let that feeling of power flow through her, reveling in the trust this man put in her hands.
Han returned her smile with a slight grin of his own, a look that was almost shy, if she had to describe it. But as she began to move her hands gradually up his legs from ankle to groin, maintaining her eyes on his, his expression changed.
"Baby," he moaned as her hands moved across his hips, and it seemed a struggle for him to maintain eye contact.
Leia smiled up at him one more time before turning her attention to Han's cock. Fuck, it was beautiful, hard and straining and vulnerable. She moved one hand around the base, and gently grasped the shaft in the other, lightly sweeping her thumb over the tip.
That got her a nice moan for her troubles.
Goddess, it was wild, but she was suddenly tired of going slowly. She wanted him in her mouth, she wanted that feeling she'd been chasing in her mind all day.
But she resisted. Patience, she reminded herself, and started with a strong lick from base to tip, flattening her tongue so she could reach as much of him as possible and finishing with her tongue against the frenulum at the tip.
Another moan above her.
She swirled her tongue around, enjoying his taste and the sight of his stomach muscles clenching slightly. She wet her palm with her tongue and then stroked him, feeling him grow even harder under her hand as she moved.
She looked up again, forced him to meet her eyes.
"You like my tongue on you?" she asked again.
"Fuck, yeah," he said. That look of tension, mixed with tenderness—it threatened to destroy her, in the best way. It was making her wetter just to look at him.
She gripped him a little harder, moved faster. "You want to be in my mouth?"
"Sweetheart—" He strained against the word.
"Tell me," she demanded.
Han was more a man of action than of words, and Leia loved his confidence in bed, but she wanted a little of the struggle. She knew he would give it to her, would give her anything he could.
"Please, Leia, I need—"
She rewetted her palm and stroked him again, this time slowing her pace to draw things out.
"What did you need, Sweetheart?" Usually this was his endearment for her, but she was enjoying a little turn of the tables. "You need more of my tongue?"
"Yes," he gasped. She was getting closer to what she'd envisioned, but the buildup was even better than she'd anticipated. She could feel how taut his body had become, feel him start to quiver as she prompted him.
"You want my lips on you?" she asked, running her hand slowly up and down his shaft as if to suggest how her lips would move.
"Yes, please, fuck, Leia—"
She wet two fingers from her left hand in her mouth, then moved them down until she was gently stroking his perineum. Han released a quick cry that dissolved into a moan.
"My mouth?" she asked. Her voice dropped both in tone and volume.
His voice matched hers. "Yeah, baby, I need to be in your mouth," he said.
"Keep talking," she encouraged. His voice was making her wet, making her own body clench in anticipation.
"Want you to take me, larel, it's so good." It was always a good sign—and a turn-on—when Corellian words started peppering Han's speech in bed.
She bent down and licked his tip again.
"Minmin volgoth valle, Leia, planchi," he pleaded. I want you, Leia, please.
She felt his eyes on her, and looked up.
"Please," he repeated in Basic.
That did it, she had to have him. With another swirl of her tongue to his tip, she opened her mouth and took him in.
There was something incredible about the way it felt to have him fill her mouth, to just hold him there, then to draw her lips around him and move, coaxing more moans and endearments out of him as she went. She looked up to see him with an overwhelmed expression on his face; he'd gone from the pleading and tension to beginning to lose himself in pleasure.
She met his eyes, and he brought one hand down from where it was clutching the back of the couch to gently rest on her hair. His thumb began to stroke her temple as she worked him, and it made everything twice as intense.
"Tia bel, minmin larel valle, oh Gods, Leia," he moaned in a mixture of Corellian and Basic as she continued. "Tia guld, oh fuck." So beautiful, I love you. So good.
She went a little deeper, then drew him out almost all the way to the tip and came down again.
"Larel, larel," he moaned. "Leia, 'm gonna, I can't—" She felt him grow harder.
Leia quickly slipped him out of her mouth and gripped the base of his cock.
"You wanna come, baby?" she asked.
"I want—" Han could barely speak; he closed his eyes briefly. "Yeah."
"In my mouth?" she offered.
"Please—"
The word had barely left his lips before Leia plunged him back into her mouth, her tongue working him as she moved, loving the feel of his cock brushing against the inside of her cheek. He was so close, she could feel it, feel his pleasure and vulnerability start to crest, feel his cry and the burst of salt in her mouth as he let go.
Goddess, she loved this man. She'd nearly come herself, feeling him so naked, so real, so lost in his pleasure, so focused on her. Even as she eased him out of her mouth and let him rest, his hand was still there, softly cupping her head.
He let his fingers slide gently down her cheek.
"Give me a minute," he said, "and I'll…" He trailed off, but Leia caught his meaning.
She smiled, licking her lips slightly. "Had something else in mind, actually. But I'll give you a moment anyway."
This was one of the, ah, enhancements to her idea that she'd come up with during her workday, when she'd thought about what she might want after.
Han smiled faintly, and Leia reveled in the gentleness of his touch. "Love you," he said softly.
"I know," she responded.
She held his gaze for another minute or two, until she heard his breathing begin to calm down. Then she kissed the palm that had rested on her cheek, moved it to his knee, and began to rise up on her knees. Han was watching her with interest, but he didn't say anything.
She made sure his eyes were still on her, then ran one of her hands down her body, from the curve of her right breast, to her abdomen, to the waistband of her underpants, the only article of clothing she was still wearing.
"I wanted to show you—" she moved her hand into her underwear, dipping into her cunt and spreading its wetness to her swollen labia—"what you do to me. Without even touching me."
Han sat up slightly, his eyes glued to her. "Leia," he said softly.
"I almost came," she admitted, gasping slightly as her fingers grazed her clit, "just from having you in my mouth. Just from touching you. You're so beautiful, Han."
She wasn't sure how to describe the look he was giving her now, but it was making her even wetter.
"I've been thinking about this all day," she said, and she saw him swallow hard as he considered that. "I've been so fucking wet for you all day."
"Leia," he said again.
"When you say my name like that—" She closed her eyes briefly as a shudder moved through her. It was true; she could come right now, but she wanted to draw it out.
She pulled her hand out of her underwear and held up her wet fingers, like an offering.
Han pulled her up and brought her fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. "Sweetheart," he said.
He moved to pull her into his lap, but Leia resisted. "No, I have a plan," she said.
He grinned and let go of her. "I like your plans."
"Because they're good ones."
Leia stood up, removed her underwear, threw Han's discarded shirt over the nearby footrest, and pulled the footrest over to sit down facing him. He was looking at her with curiosity, which only increased when she spread her legs.
"What is this plan, larel?" he asked, leaning forward slightly towards her.
"We're going to finish what you started," she said. "You're going to see—" she began to stroke her labia between two fingers—"just how much I loved sucking your cock."
"Oh, Gods," Han groaned.
One of Leia's hands moved to her breast and began thumbing her nipple, while the other deepened its stroke on her sex.
"It made me so wet just to think about it," she began again, "and then I heard you beg—I almost gave in so many times."
"Fucking hells, baby," Han said. He was leaning further forward, like he might pounce on her given the word. "C'n I touch you?"
She kept her gaze on his face, on what her words were doing to him all over again. "No, just talk to me."
Han hesitated briefly, like he wasn't sure where to start, then took a deep breath.
"Tia bel," he said, "so fucking beautiful, made me so hard teasing me. Tasting me."
His words brought Leia to a new plateau, and she varied her pace. Goddess, she wanted to come, but she wanted him to keep going.
"I loved tasting you," she moaned, "Knowing—" her breath skipped a bit— "you were that hard for me."
Leia was fairly distracted by her own arousal, but it looked like Han was on the verge of jumping off the couch and throwing her over the footrest, if she said the word. But he held back.
"Look so beautiful now, you gonna come, Princess?" he asked.
She wasn't sure she could now; she was so wet and so on the verge but this plateau was long and wide, she wasn't sure—
"I want to," she practically cried. Her fingers kept moving, and she felt slightly desperate.
"You will," Han said confidently. "Can't believe you got so wet makin' me feel so good. Tia guld, Leia. Keep thinkin' of your mouth around me, fuck, Leia, larel, bel, ven fho mhi."
"Fuck!" Leia cried. Her eyes were closed now, her body chasing that feeling…
"Ven fho mhi, larel," Han repeated. Come for me, love.
Leia did, practically sobbing out Han's name.
Holy Goddess, that was—well beyond expectations.
Han had moved to her side and was holding her as she came down, kissing her fingers and her forehead and finally tilting her head up to capture her lips in a long, deep kiss.
When their lips parted, he was grinning.
"That was a pretty fucking amazing plan you had there," he said.
Her body was still quivering a little from the aftershocks, but she smiled up at him. "Told you I had good plans."
He kissed her again, and then asked, with some amusement, "You come up with this at work?"
"Partially," she admitted, and when he looked even more amused, said, "I can multitask."
He laughed, and she rose up to kiss him again.
"Am I that inspirational?" he joked.
Leia looked at him and let her hand linger on his face. "Yes," she said seriously. "Yes, you are."