AN: Nursed along lovingly by the folks on the HL discord, especially LaJulie and Ewok-Shoots-First. Trip to Bespin, First time smut.
Leia sat astride his lap, hands on his shoulders and head thrown back to give him access to her throat. He nipped and sucked at the tender skin, wishing for all the stars that he could just tear the collar off her turtleneck shirt and have access to even more.
Finally, she tipped her chin down and they reconnected at the lips.
Han had been murmuring Leia's name against her skin and into her mouth the entire time they'd been kissing, and he had plenty of other things that he'd wanted to say but had held back for her sake. Leia, however, was strangely silent. Oh, it wasn't that she wasn't invested and involved, didn't want this as much as he did.
He felt her lips moving against his, almost forming a word over and over again. His own name, perhaps. What would it be like to have her say his name again and again into his skin? He didn't get to find out, because she put her hands on his chest and pulled back.
"I-I...I should get to bed," she whispered.
"Sure. Yeah, that's fine," he breathed. This had all been too good to be true, and he didn't want to rush things with Leia. He wanted to take his time, let them both get comfortable. True, the tension had been growing for a long time, but there was no point in blowing the whole head of steam in one go. "Goodnight," he whispered, placing one last, chaste kiss against her lips.
Leia seemed dazed as she stood up and straightened her clothes and hair before leaving the cockpit.
Han sat there, watching stars pass at sublight speed. He rubbed a finger over his lip, replaying the first kiss over and over and over again in his mind.
She had been a willing participant, of that he was certain. The kiss had been a long time coming. They'd been so close so many times before...sealing the deal had been so wonderful, so perfect-rather, it would have been if they hadn't been interrupted.
And this most recent interlude-brought on when she first came to say goodnight...she'd come up to the cockpit, whispered her goodnight, and then stood in the doorway for a minute too long. He'd reached out a hand and she'd accepted it, coming back in. He'd tugged gently on her hand and she'd bent willingly to meet his kiss. It had only taken a moment from there...
It was somehow endearing that she was totally confident in everything except this area. Well, he would just have to find a way to bring out her confidence here, too. The best way to do that was to ruffle her feathers. In that, he was an expert.
The kiss in the circuitry bay had nearly two years of tension behind it. He had learned many things over the years, including the fact that kisses were just better when you were both practically dying with anticipation.
He had to find a way to build up the anticipation again, and make Leia be the one to break it.
From now on, it was hands off until Leia decided to get hands on.
00
The next morning, Leia joined him in the tiny galley, reaching for a mug. He passed her the pot of kaf, careful not to let their fingers touch. He could feel her eyes on him.
"Sleep well?" he asked in the voice that drove most women mad.
"Mhm," she mumbled noncommittally.
He figured she slept about as well as him-every time he closed his eyes, all he could see, all he could feel was her in his arms, warm and soft under his hands and against his lips. Damn, this was going to be hard. Like other things are, at the moment, he thought, forcing himself through landing calculations for a few moments just to keep from throwing his plans to the nine Corellian hells and kissing her until she forgot her own name.
"Any hopes for the day?"
Han wanted nothing more than to shove the cups and creamer out of the way, scoop Leia up onto the counter, and show her exactly what hopes he had for the day. But he was letting her lead, right. He went back to landing calculations.
"Ah, yeah, a few things below deck. Nothing fun. Greasy," he rambled.
It was Leia's turn to smirk.
Letting her lead didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun, turn up the heat, in the meantime.
"Don't drink too much of that kaf. It's from Kashyyk, very strong," he said, crowding her space a bit and making her take a step back. "Might get you all...wound up."
Leia took another step back and she was against the wall. Her eyes flashed with anticipation, and the beginnings of a smile were tugging at the edges of her lips.
She wanted this, wanted it as badly as he did.
He planted his hands on the wall on either side of her head and leaned close, almost close enough to kiss her. Her eyes dropped to his lips and he felt her release a shaky breath.
She tipped up her chin as if to meet his kiss. He almost met her halfway, until his brain reminded him. Anticipation. He pulled back all too soon for his own liking-and hers, too, apparently, because she looked at him rather annoyed.
"I should get to work," he said, not moving.
"For the love of the goddess, you're unbelievable," she sputtered.
"Well I wasn't planning on dropping you to the decking and fucking you right here, though I'd be lyin' if I said I hadn't considered it," he murmured low. She struggled to pull on an indignant expression. "And don't tell me you haven't considered it either, Leia," he whispered into her ear.
"I-how-" she stumbled.
"How did I know? Because I know you. You can deny it all you want, Sweetheart, but we've got two years of combat together. Hard not to know how someone thinks after that," he answered.
"Yes, but-Gods, it's hot in here," she sighed.
"It's the sublight engines. Not as efficient as the hyperdrive," Han said, staring her dead in the eye.
"I don't believe I was referring to the engines," Leia stated primly.
"Mm," he mumbled noncommittally. Her eyes were on his lips again and she looked like she was trying to decide where to put her hands-he had some definite ideas, but she didn't seem desperate enough yet. "I've got to get to work. There are some circuit boards on the holochess table that could be scraped of carbon scoring, if you get bored today," he said, pushing away from the wall without so much as a peck to her lips. He left Leia in his wake, and he was certain she was practically melting.
He certainly was.
00
Leia was tossing and turning, having turned in early due to the crushing pressure of-gods, her aunts would kill her-horniness.
Somehow, the kiss had awoken so many feelings that she had been repressing. Somehow, it turned her on more now that Han had left the ball firmly in her court. She was supposed to want to take her time, get to know him as a lover and not just...whatever he was to her now. Instead...the sheer, unadulterated desire she felt was unbelievable.
It hadn't helped that after their little discussion in the galley that morning, he'd spent the day working half upside down underneath the deck plates he'd promised not to fuck her on. Gods, how was she supposed to focus on cleaning carbon scoring when his glorious ass was right there?
And when had his ass become glorious, exactly? That was a ridiculous question. It had always been glorious, she just hadn't been willing to admit it, or admit how long she spent looking at it trying to convince herself that it wasn't, indeed, glorious.
She could take care of this herself; she was certainly wound tight enough that it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge. But something told her that the relief would be only temporary. She needed a man. She needed that man, and she needed him now.
Leia tiptoed past Chewie's cabin and heard him snoring. Hopefully, he would stay that way. Her steps became more purposeful as she rounded the bend in the corridor to Han's cabin. She pressed the mechanism, somehow knowing that it wouldn't be locked. Of course he was expecting her. How infuriating.
Han was sitting up on the bed in semi-darkness with his bare feet crossed and a datapad in his hands, casting soft blue light onto his face.
He looked up when she stepped into the room, as if he were not surprised at all to find her there.
She hated this man.
His belt had long since been discarded and his shirt was hanging open, chest bare. He was so delectable that Leia almost felt her mouth water.
Gods, she hated this man.
He looked at her expectantly, as if waiting for her to throw herself at him and beg to be kissed and held and made love to.
"Get over here, Flyboy," Leia demanded, pointing to a spot in front of her. Her tone was harsh, harsher than she'd expected, and it surprised them both. Han recovered quickly, however, and a crooked smile slid across his face. He sat the datapad on the shelf next to the bed and sat back against his pillow, arms folded behind his head.
"That an order, General Organa?" he asked, referring to her recently-conferred rank.
"I'll have you remember that I am royalty first," she stated haughtily, "and on some planets, men drop to their knees in reverence before me."
"Do they, now?" Han murmured, sitting forward and swinging his legs off the bed. He stalked slowly toward her and Leia's mouth went dry. She knew, though, he wouldn't touch her. He was waiting for her to set the tone, make the contact. Forcing her to say and show exactly what she wanted from him. He'd tipped his hand, now he was waiting for her to set her cards on the table.
Finally, finally, he stood before her.
"Yes, your highnessness?" he whispered.
"I want to have sex," she whispered back.
"I'm gonna need to hear that again, a little louder," he teased.
"Dammit, Han, I want you to fuck me." Leia grabbed the open edges of his shirt and dragged his face down to hers. As soon as she was able, she crushed her lips to his. Her arms folded around his neck, keeping him as close as possible. It took only a moment for Han to swallow her up in his arms, locking her body against his.
It was vindicating to feel how much he did truly want this, how much he'd been holding back. She had to give the man credit-he knew how to build anticipation.
Leia couldn't get enough of him. It took only a minute before his mouth wasn't enough. She untangled her arms from around his neck and pushed his shirt down his arms, taking the time to appreciate his biceps as her hands moved back up to his shoulders and then down to his chest. Lightly, she scraped her nails through the hair that peppered his pectorals and he made a sound of pleasure into her mouth.
Han's hands had found her ass and were massaging the supple flesh through her thermal leggings, but it wasn't enough. Leia pulled back from his arms to wiggle out of the constricting garment and pushed him back toward the bed with a firm hand on his chest. Han groaned when he realized she hadn't been wearing anything under the leggings. He bent down and scooped her up, bracketing his hips with her legs, and dropped her on the bed, leaning down over her to continue their hormonal teenage make out session.
"Oh, no, Flyboy," she said dangerously, "I'm on top." Han closed his eyes for a moment and smiled, clearly thinking he'd just won the best jackpot of all time.
Leia wasn't about to disappoint him.
She knelt on the bed as he stripped off his pants. As soon as the offending garments were on the floor, like a parched man finding an oasis in the desert, he leaned forward and kissed her hard. He hadn't taken off his shorts yet, and it didn't seem as if he were in much of a hurry to join her on the bed as he explored the new angle the bed gave them.
"Take your top off," he almost begged as he finally stepped back to divest himself of his shorts. She did as he asked, and they took a fraction of a second to stare. Gods, he was gorgeous.
He joined her on the bed, settling himself against the headboard in the same position she'd found him. She swung over him and came to rest against his legs, so close to where they both wanted to be.
His fingers found their way between her legs and she suddenly knew what heaven was. Gods, she hadn't even come yet and here she was, equating being with him to perfection. Another finger slipped inside her, creating a counterpoint. It took him a moment to find a rhythm that was truly pleasurable for her and when he found it, Leia almost blacked out.
"Goddess, yes, Han," she cried as he moved his hand against her. Right when she was about to fall over the peak, he stopped and started kissing her again. "For the love of all that is holy, why did you stop?" she said through his kisses.
"You were whimpering, and I'm a nice man, remember? I just had to stop to make sure you were okay."
Leia could have smacked him. "I could have stayed in my own cabin and not dealt with your sh-" she began, but he swallowed her words in another kiss and then moved his mouth to her breast. She reached between them and gripped his cock, stroking the velvety skin until he was even harder than he'd been moments before.
"Gods, Leia," he choked, coming up for air and catching her mouth again.
She couldn't wait anymore. It took only a slight shift of her weight to lift up and then settle again, this time with him fully inside of her. He was so big from this angle that she took a few moments to adjust to his size. He took the opportunity to slow their kisses to a near halt, snaking all his fingers into her loosened hair to tug gently at her scalp.
This. This was what the last two years of back and forth, the last 36 hours of waiting had been about.
00
The next morning, hair unbound and clad only in a too-big tee shirt, Leia sat beside Han at the Dejarik table nursing a cup of kaf between slow, indulgent kisses.
"You mind if I ask you something?" Han asked after taking a long sip of kaf.
"Go ahead," she replied, looking up at him through long lashes.
"Why are you so quiet in bed?"
The question took her off guard.
"Well, I haven't enjoyed much privacy over the last few years," Leia answered delicately. "My position in the rebellion has made it rather difficult to find a willing partner-"
"That and the fact that we've spent the last two years eye-fucking each other," Han added with a waggle of his brows.
Leia flushed in spite of herself and rolled her eyes at him. "Yes, and that. So I've taken care of things myself."
Han ducked his head and kissed her behind the ear. "I'll definitely have to ask to see that later," he whispered.
Leia shot him a salacious look. "To answer your question, living in quarters where the door is just a blanket or the walls are incredibly thin meant that amorous activities were kept very, very quiet."
"Makes sense," Han agreed, taking a sip of his own kaf.
"Was last night not good for you?" Leia asked, suddenly second guessing herself and his reaction that, at the time, had seemed highly positive.
"No! No, I mean, yes, of course it was good. Great," he stumbled, taking a breath to regain his confidence. "I just mean...I hope it was good for you," he insisted.
"Very," Leia answered eagerly. "I guess I'm just...quiet."
"Well then, Sweetheart," Han said, his full bravado returned, " I suggest we set ourselves a goal for the remainder of this trip."
Leia looked at him with amusement. "A goal? A sex goal?"
"Yes, your worship, a sex goal. Or don't good little princesses set those kind of goals?"
"I'm listening, Captain," Leia prodded, the nickname taking on a playful, sexy tone.
"You gotta work on telling me what you like, what you want. You don't have any qualms with doing that in any other part of life," he pointed out.
"And do you have a personal goal?"
"Course," he answered, leaning close enough to almost kiss her. "My goal is to make it so good, you can't help but scream my name," he whispered, kissing her quickly and sliding out of the booth.
Leia's eyes widened in surprise. "Han!" she yelled after him, wondering how he could set her off so base with a simple phrase and a kiss.
"Little louder, sweetheart, but you got the right idea."