Rating: Explicit
A/N: For Smutty Scoundress September, with the prompt: Secretly showering together in the communal refresher on Echo Base.
Base isn't specified, but it's not Echo Base. This is a follow-up to keep with me forward (all through the night), in the sense that Han and Leia are sleeping together before ESB - but you don't need to read that fic to enjoy this one. (This fic isn't an Official Part 3, though, just a vignette. Part 3 might come... one day.)
Faves and comments are much appreciated! (unless you have nothing nice to say)
Han Solo was trouble.
That was what Leia had told herself over and over for the past three years, until the mission to Brentaal IV. Afterwards, she'd wondered why the hell she hadn't relented sooner.
Now that they were back on base, the old adage returned.
Han Solo is trouble. And she wanted it.
She had asked for discretion and he had agreed. Leia didn't want to feed the rumour mill but, most of all, she didn't want the rumour mill, nor anyone else's opinion, to get in the way of what Han and she had, even if it was just a bit of fun.
There had been a third reason: new relationships were distracting. They could barely keep their hands off each other when they were alone together. If Leia gave herself full permission to stare at him, or touch him, or kiss him, in public, she thought she'd never get anything done. It was better to keep things controlled and measured. She'd sneak into the Falcon in the evenings, which nobody found strange anymore. If Luke had come along, she'd leave with him and circle back, under the pretext of needing to discuss something with Han or Chewie, or having forgotten something. If she came alone, she'd simply stay for a little while longer.
For a military leader, this had been one of Leia's worst possible strategies. Not having those little outlets of affection through the day didn't make the yearning for them go away. They accumulated, with an interest, especially on days when their private encounters were frustrated.
It didn't help that Han's forte was creating distractions, not avoiding them.
He didn't break any rules, really—she had only asked for discretion from him, and he wasn't swooping down to kiss her in the middle of a crowded hallway, or reaching for her hand as they walked. Except. Sometimes he'd stop by her station, as he often did, to review an order or tell her Chewie was making extra stew for dinner, and he'd lean in, one arm on her console, the other at his belt, legs crossed at the ankles, and she had to pinch herself to avoid staring at that hand and remembering what it could do to her. Or he'd touch her shoulder, the small of her back, her upper arm, briefly, lightly, as they crossed a threshold together, and it was all she could do not to shiver with the anticipation of feeling that touch again on her bare skin. Or he'd bite into a ration bar from across the room, looking down, then slowly raising his eyes at her and fixing her in place—how did he manage to eat a ration bar sexily?
And there was the texting.
Sometimes when she woke up, to wish her good morning. Other times during a meeting, to tell her what he wanted to be doing to her right now .
Leia could have told him to stop—should have told him to stop. But she hadn't. There was a thrill in expecting the messages, in savouring his words, in coming up with a reply. Tilting her datapad towards her so she could read them while surrounded with people. Sneaking a glance at him from across the room to see how he'd react.
Slowly, masterfully, he ramped up her anticipation for their reunion to levels that were both delicious and excruciating. As much as she'd doubted it on several occasions, she couldn't deny that he knew what he was doing in this case.
—nerfherder
can't wait to see you
had to excuse myself out 5 times today
got hard just thinkin about you & last night
She'd received that one during a gruelling High Command meeting, but hadn't read it until it was over. Seeing Han that night would have been the perfect way to release her stress, but she was on the night shift. Leaning against the wall in the hallway, she started typing.
—Leia
Sounds like you had an awkward day.
Better get that under control; I can't have you walking around with a boner, flyboy.
That's grounds for sexual harassment complaints, you know.
Han didn't make her wait too long for an answer.
—nerfherder
you better help me out then, your highness
it's good and ready for you
—Leia
You'll have to take care of that yourself, I'm afraid. Night shift. Was really looking forward to having your big head between my legs after the stressful day I had *sigh*
—nerfherder
my big head would love to be between your legs baby
Leia felt warmth rising up her chest at the words. It was the first time he called her baby . She'd always thought of that particular term of endearment as infantilizing, almost. Now she felt herself growing wet at the thought of Han calling her that in bed. Especially if his head was between her legs when he did.
Several seconds went by as Han typed and stopped, typed and stopped.
—nerfherder
You'll gotta at least take a fresher break at some point tho right?
A 'fresher break? Yes, she probably would, after the several cups of coffee it'd take to pull her through the night. Han had so often made it his business to remind her to eat or sleep when he thought she wasn't doing enough of either, that for a moment she thought he was looking after her bladder health as well. Then she realized he wasn't necessarily talking about a 'fresher break.
Taking ten, even fifteen minutes, to get something to eat or visit the 'fresher during shifts was fine. Sneaking away to the Falcon was out of the question, even if her reason for it had been completely innocent—which it wasn't.
The communal 'fresher, though… that was acceptable. And the one closest to the command center was mostly deserted during the night, visited only by those on call.
It was still, very much, a public place, Leia thought, chewing on her lip. Rules of conduct forbade indecent behaviour in common areas, but it was an open secret that people still hooked up there now and then. No disciplinary action had ever been taken; accidental witnesses had been happy to share the tale around base, but nobody had ever come forward with a formal complaint. People understood.
The difference was that Leia was a leader. If she was caught… even if they didn't file a complaint against her… there would be hell to pay. Could she risk that, for a bit of… of…
Pleasure. Excitement. Passion. I deserve those as much as everyone else.
Heart pounding inside her chest, she typed.
—Leia
Right. I think I'll take a shower at around 0130. I like the quiet of the night.
—nerfherder
shower huh? I'm feeling kinda dirty too… maybe I could stop by
—Leia
Water pressure is marvelous when everyone's asleep.
Leia stared at her datapad, equals part of disbelief and excitement coursing through her. Oh, Han was trouble all right, but she wasn't too far behind.
Leia walked into the 'fresher, dropped her bag of toiletries into one of the long benches, and looked around, not quite knowing what to do next. She couldn't just stand there until Han showed up. It was a matter of plausible deniability: if someone went through her messages, they couldn't really claim that she had invited Han Solo to fuck her in the communal showers during her shift, but if they saw her clearly waiting for someone, well.
This is ridiculous, Leia thought. Of course nobody's going to check my messages. Still, I came here to take a shower…
Taking advantage of the solitude, she began to undress. With a quick glance at the door to make sure nobody was coming, she got rid of her underwear and stuffed it under the rest of her clothes.
Leia rubbed her hands over her arms at the goosebumps rising on her flesh, but stood still for a few more seconds. Standing bare naked in the middle of a room that was often shared with dozens of people gave her a strange feeling. Nobody saw her now. She could do anything in there, and nobody would know.
Suddenly, she understood why so many people risked exposure by having public sex. Just thinking about it was making Leia anxious for Han's arrival.
She stepped into one of the shower stalls and turned the faucet on, careful to keep her head away from the water spray. Her hair was still up in braids; she'd rather not get it too wet if she could avoid it. As for other parts of herself getting too wet…
Leia closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting the spray fall over her chest. She rubbed her face slightly with her hands, as much to wash off the day's grime as her exhaustion. Then, she let her hands slide down her neck, her arms, her breasts and belly, in soft stroking motions. They paused at her thighs, moving in slow circles first, then resting against her pubic bone. Without hurry, her fingers started moving, stroking and parting her labia.
Over the soft noise of the water bouncing against the floor, Leia heard the door open. Her hand froze in place as she waited for any sign that it was Han—or wasn't. Nobody called out, and the steps were too quiet to be heard. The knock on her stall door nearly made her jump.
'Occupied,' she called out warily, stating the obvious.
When nothing happened for several seconds, Leia began to think the stranger really was a stranger, and they were getting down to business.
Then, from the other side of the door came the low sound of a familiar voice.
'It's me.'
With a relieved sigh, Leia hurried to unlock the door and swung it wide open, to find herself face to face with Han in all his naked glory.
'Finally,' she said, grabbing a wrist to pull him into the stall.
Han locked them in and turned around. 'I didn't know you were gonna shower for real .'
'I had to keep myself entertained while I waited,' Leia answered, turning the water off. 'We don't need to keep it running, it'll be a waste.'
'Right,' Han said, giving her an amused smirk. It slowly fell away as looking at her turned unto ogling her.
'So wet already,' he joked, keeping his voice low as he stepped closer, his hands resting on her waist and sliding up against her sides.
'And you not enough,' Leia returned, giving him a sultry look and running her hands over his chest to get the fine hairs damp.
The combination of arousal and water cooling off on her skin was giving Leia goosebumps again. Han pressed a padded thumb against one of her erect nipples and gently flicked it.
'Wasn't sure you were serious about this,' he said, leaning forward. Leia tilted her head up, lips parting, but he brushed his lips against her temple instead, then nuzzled his way down her cheekbone, next to her ear, and along her jaw. His lips finally positioned themselves level with hers, his breath tickling her skin when he spoke. 'You made my little problem even worse just by suggestin' it, Your Highness.'
'I was only trying to help.' Leia tried to sound innocent, but his slow-build approach was making it difficult for her to play any games. She had been counting on a quick fuck, but Han didn't seem in any hurry—and now that he'd set the pace, she couldn't bring herself to hurry. Not when things could be so much better this way.
'I have fifteen minutes, tops,' she reminded him.
'Plenty of time,' Han told her with a half shrug. 'Why don't you remind me where you wanted my head?'
Leia smirked. Her hands drifted downwards, fingers curling to let her nails graze against his skin.
'My legs. I want your head between my legs.'
As she reached his belly button, she traced a finger on the inside, then widened the circle, fingers splayed, stroking the lean muscles of his lower abdomen. Han's own fingers spasmed where they rested on her waist; his eyes, never leaving hers, grew hungry.
'Your mouth, in particular,' she whispered. 'Your tongue.'
'Let's see what we can do 'bout that,' nearly Han growled before kissing her. The buildup had been too much; their mouths opened eagerly, hot tongues taking each other in, driving up rather than relieving the pulsing between Leia's legs.
Han turned them away from the faucet until Leia's back was pressing against one of the walls of the stall. Breaking away, he gave her another lust-filled look before dipping his head down to lick at one of the water drops still clinging to her breast. Leia's head fell against the wall as his tongue sucked on her skin before moving down to another spot.
Her hands found Han's head and threaded into his hair, scratching his scalp as his mouth followed the contours of her pelvis. He suddenly stopped and shivered.
'Kriff, that feels good,' he said looking up at her, eyes wide in surprise. Leia let out a chuckle.
'Good to know.'
Down to his knees he went, and he nudged hers open before kissing a path up the inside of one thigh, his hands stroking her other leg. Leia wasn't cold anymore; she was certain all the water had to have evaporated off her skin with the heat that was coming from inside of her. Han rubbed his nose against her other thigh, sucking briefly on her flesh, before pressing a kiss an inch too far from where she needed him to be and looking up at her.
'What do you say, Your Worship? This where you wanted me?'
She'd always hated that nickname from him. It was ridiculous; it wasn't even an appropriate form of address for her station. It was mocking, but more than that, it was… depersonalizing. It was assuming something she didn't want: to be worshipped.
Now, looking into Han's eyes as he knelt in front of her, hands touching her skin reverently, expectation mounting between them, she understood. She was ready to accept his worship.
A nod; then his tongue swept over her lips, grazing her clit just enough to make her suck the air between her teeth. One of her legs draped over his shoulder, pulling him closer, and Han obliged. Holding her knee with one hand, the other cupped her ass as he kissed her, now edging her lips, now sucking at them, now dipping his tongue in the delicate skin of her entrance, mercilessly teasing her clit before leaving it bereft again, building up the steam that begged for release.
When his mouth finally covered her clit, Leia bucked blindly into him with a gasp. One of her hands gripped his hair; the other reached for the faucet and held on tightly as she rode against his tongue, calling his name and urging him on with shallow gasps, until she thought she couldn't take it anymore.
Leia let out a ragged sigh as her body relaxed. She let go of the faucet, realizing with a wince that she'd strained her wrist with the effort of holding on, and her hand and leg let go of Han as he slowly stood up. He wiped his mouth, leaving a rakish grin in place.
'Glad to be of service,' he drawled, and as he bent down to kiss her, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him back into her. Her leg hooked around his hip this time, and he lifted her up. He was hard and eager for her, and Leia didn't intend to make him wait any longer. Both legs wrapped around him now, supported by the wall behind and his hands below her, Leia dipped a hand between their damp bodies and grabbed his shaft, stroking along to the base and back a couple of times before guiding him in. She moved with him as he lifted her and thrust, raking her nails all over his sensitive scalp and moaning encouragingly into his ear.
She didn't think she had another orgasm in her, until he half-moaned, Leia, baby, his mouth pressed against her throat, and then arousal overtook her again, mounting as she leaned forward, letting her clit rub against his cock while Han picked up the pace. Her muscles contracting out of control again, Leia whimpered in encouragement. Suddenly she was squished back against the wall for support, Han trembling against her as he came.
They stood for a few seconds, catching their breaths, and then Han pushed off the wall and set her down. One shaky arm braced on the wall over her head, he leaned his forehead against her and blinked blearily.
'You better go to bed, hotshot,' Leia whispered, brushing damp hair off his forehead.
'I wish you could come with me,' he said, grabbing her hand and pressing a kiss on her knuckles.
'Me too. Thanks for the break, though.'
Han's eyes lingered on her for a few seconds, the tip of his mouth turning up just slightly—not teasing this time, but rather wistful, as he nodded once.
'Yeah.'
He grabbed the soap bar, turned the water on again, and held out a hand.
'Might wash up since we're already here. What do you say?'
Leia had lost track of time, but she knew she was probably cutting it too close…
'Three minutes,' she said, taking his hand and stepping under the spray.