This taks place during Truce at Bakura... just something I thought up while sick and reading way too many mushy fics about Han and Leia consummating their relationship. Pure flush. Enjoy!


Today, Tonight and Tomorrow


Leia curled up in the galley with a thick blanket and a strong cup of caf with a good dollop of Corellian whiskey added. She pulled the thick knit blanket around her tighter as the Falcon accelerated into hyperspace. They were on their way Bakura. Whoopee. Can you sense my excitement? Leia thought. She lay her head down on the table, pulling the blanket up. Gods, he was so tired. It seemed every time she was going to have a chance to relax, something else was thrown her way.

Hey sweetheart, a voice murmured next to her ear. Leia grinned and turned her head to see Han watching her.

Hey you, Leia said, sitting up. Han looked at her worriedly.
You look exhausted. Come'on, he said, wrapping an arm around her tugging her to her feet. You can bunk down in my room tonight. I'll sleep out here, if that's what you want. To tired to complain, Leia followed.

After pointing Leia towards the refresher with a pair of old shorts and undershirt, Han slowly undressed. He worried about her so much sometimes. Leia pushed herself much to hard, to expense of herself and those most close to her. I suppose it's something I'm gonna have to get used to, Han thought, tugging on a pair of loose shorts, cause I'm not going anywhere.

A voice suddenly broke into his thoughts.
Oh gods, I'm sorry...
Han turned around to see a blushing princess in the doorway of his refresher.
He snorted. Sweetheart, it's not like you've never seen me this naked before. Her blush grew deeper and slow grin spread across both their faces. Their solitary night on Bespin had been a night to remember. They had made love tenderly before falling into a deep, satisfied sleep.

Han stepped towards her. You don't regret that night on Bespin, do you?
Leia averted her eyes. No, of course not. He tipped her face towards his.


Leia stepped forward, gently placing a hand on his broad chest. He inhaled sharply. She looked up and her face reflected the hunger in his. They kissed, long and leisurely. Leia pulled away breathless, and wordlessly led Han to his bunk. She sat on the edge, drawing him down. He knelt in front of her, recaptioning her lips. Hands explored each others' curves. He slid his hands up her undershirt-

And a Wookie chuckle broke the moment.
Han tore away and shot a dirty over his shoulder, as Leia pulled the shirt done, blushing furiously.

Han shouted furiously. Chewie shrugged. He pointed at the door, replying that the door was open. Han shot another dark look at him as the door slid shot. Turning back to Leia, he shot her a wry grin.

Kinda ruined the moment, huh?
Leia smiled. Yeah, a little.
Han stood and picked up his blanket and pillow. I guess I'll go get comfortable... He turned towards the door, when Leia's hand grabbed his.

Leia whispered,
He turned to her slowly. You sure?
Silently she nodded. She turned down the blanket and crawl in. Han followed, easily enfolding her in his arms, holding her tight.

***


When Leia awoke, she was still Han's arms. Smiling and snuggling closer, she kissed the tip of his nose. Han's eyes drifted open and murmured, Morning, beautiful. Gently, he traced kisses along her neck, sliding one hand up her shirt, stroking her flesh. She sighed, turning more fully towards him. They kissed, gently caressing each other.

Han pulled away breathlessly. he murmured huskily, if we keep going, I won't be able to stop. Are you sure you want this?
She looked at him, raw lust and love filling her eyes. Just love me, Han, tonight and tomorrow.
He caught her mouth in a bruising kiss, and they made love slowly, before falling into an exhausted sleep.

***


They awoke in the late hours of the morning. After several minutes of giggling and kissing, Leia finally struggled from the bunk, wrapped in a sheet, leaving Han protesting for his blanket back. She stumbled into the hall, giggling, right into a Wookie chest.

Leia fell back on to her bottom, then started giggling even harder. Chewie looked at her quizzically, a confused smile on his face. He helped her up, as she attempted to hold her sheet on, and growled that caf was made. She nodded, still holding back a laugh. Leia poured two cups then returned to Han's chamber. Chewie was perfectly aware of what was going on in there, and couldn't be happier. They obviously cared deeply for each other and more than once he had caught them looking at each other in that certain strange way, or steal a kiss in a dark doorway. Chewie remembered Leia's devotion to finding Han after he was kidnapped.

Chuckling, Chewie returned to the cargo bay, shaking his head. He'd leave them alone for now. They certainly deserved it.