This is supposed to be a humour fic, although I'm not too sure how funny it is. I tend to excel at melodrama and twisted humour. Enjoy!
Breaking Point
Han and Leia sat in the most intimate spot they could find, a wobbly table in the furthest corner of the mess area that had been established for the personnel working on Duro. They sat staring at the two plates of cold rations in front of them, the weight of their months apart hanging in the air. With a sigh, Leia pushed away the plates and began to trace the age-old scars on Han's hand.
"I've missed you." she began finally, her voice barely above a whisper, "I've missed everything about you, your smile, your laugh...your love..." She seized his hand gently and stroked the palm. "I missed your body against mine." Leia looked up into his eyes and Han saw only the need and vunerability that he was reflecting back.
"Your touch..." she said hoarsely, eyes drifting shut, as he reached up to smooth calloused fingers over her smooth cheek.
***
The door burst open. Han and Leia fell through, groping hands tearing at clothes fasteners, lips locked in frantic kisses. The door had barely slid shut as they fell onto the dinky cot that occupied the corner of Leia's office/quarters. Clothes were thrown unceremoniously in whatever direction was convenient.
"I missed you. I missed you so much!" Han groaned as he ripped the military issue undergarments off of Leia, before they came together in what can only be called earth-shattering.
***
Threepio toddled down the grimy passageway that led to Mistress Leia's quarter's. Suddenly his auditory receptors perked up. Something that sounded like shouting and groans was coming from down the hall, from the vicinity of Mistress Leia's quarters. There was both a male and a female voice. He attempted to cross-reference the sounds with the voices stored in his memory bank. Then the voices quietened and he heard nothing except for the door next to him slid open.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, startled. There stood Leia's assistant.
"Hello Threepio," she said, distastefully. My, he must get himself in for repairs, first his memory bank worked astounishingly slow, now he can't seem to place her name. Shaking his head, Threepio followed the assistant to the door marked ORGANA SOLO and watched as she punched in the access code for the lock. Door opened obediently, but the unnamed assistant gasped, staring into the room.
Threepio peered over the woman's shoulder and observed the scene, confused. Mistres Leia and Captain Solo were squeezed onto the cot and both were nude, save for the threadbare sheet they were both attempting to cover themselves with. They both appeared sweaty and disheveled. Threepio noted that the room temperature was significantly warmer than usual, and articles of clothing had been tossed across the room.
"Mr and Mrs Solo, please forgive me!" the assistant tried to cover her eyes and turn away, but her foor caught on a pair of pants. She slipped and fell face first into Captain Solo's underpants. She scrambled to recover and raced from the room.
Threepio continued to stand in the doorway unsure on what to say or do.
"Get out, Golderod!" Captain Solo said menacingly, waving his fist. He began to stand then thought better of it, after realizing what he wore.
Threepio hurried off as fast as his metal legs could take him. "My," he commented again to himself. He simply must have his memory bank looked at.
