Lewd Words
There were knocks to the door before it was univintedly pushed open.
Han glanced up from his bed in his private chamber inside the Millennium Falcon, surprised to see Princess Leia Organa, Her Worshipfulness of the Prudes standing there, wearing nothing but an old stolen shirt of his and some sweatpants. He tossed the old radio he was tinkering with to the floor.
Waiting, silently daring her to take the first move.
And she did, unknown of the game he was playing — she lacked the patience to keep track of them all. Leia Organa deepened her way inside his room, falling down at the cold spot next to him in the big mattress of his bed, one that, sometimes, she believed he had left just in case she would show up unannounced.
"Couldn't sleep," she confessed, softly, like she hadn't talked in such a long time that her words weren't able to heighten themselves.
Han watched as she tugged herself underneath the velvet of the sheets, waiting as she settled in a comfortable position — head buried in a pillow, body stiff as she stared at the ceiling.
"You're okay?" he asked. They had been stranded inside the cramped Falcon for weeks now, slowly flying through space as they journeyed towards Bespin without the hyperdrive, and, understandable, the place could be just claustrophobic from time to time.
Other times, though — it was too lonely.
"Yeah," she concurred, knowing she hadn't been too convincing when his gaze refused to leave her. She sighed. "It's just—ah, I had a bad dream. Several hours ago, and I've been tossing and turning in bed ever since."
"You're bored," he concluded, looking down from his seating position to the hollow blackness of her eyes; knowing better than to try to breach the unbreakable walls she had built around her and ask her what the nightmare was about, if she had been left in a state of panic because of it, if she was scared to fall asleep again in case her mind would try to frighten her once more.
Leia shrugged, "I wouldn't exactly call insomnia boredom, but yes. Something like that."
He nodded. He wasn't in the mood to sleep either, and he was more than happy to help her pass the time. "Do you want to help out with the old girl? I'm sure we can find something broken somewhere that needs fixing. Or we could break something and fix it again."
She laughed a broken sound. "I'm too tired to play mechanic, Han. Maybe tomorrow."
He agreed. "Do you want to sleep, then?"
She shook her head. "I'm not tired enough to sleep."
His frown increased and he was compelled to ask, "Then why exactly do I have the honor of your company?"
Her lips turned into a curve of amusement from his choice of words. "I knew you were awake, so I came to be awake with you."
He shot one of his eyebrows up. "How did you know I was awake?"
"You were yelling at Chewie barely ten minutes ago."
Han made a face, not even remembering that but certain that she was right.
Leia pursued her lips on a thin line, pulling her knees closer to her. She was suddenly showing more vulnerability than she had ever intended, "Truth is, I didn't want to be alone. Being alone can be… Terrifying."
All the previous bantering in his voice disappeared as he looked at her with concern. "You know that you're safe here, right?"
She chuckled without a sound. "Ironically enough, the Falcon is about the only place that still exists where I feel unconditionally safe."
He chewed on his cheeks warily. Of course, he didn't need to be a genius to understand why — the Falcon had been the first safe refuge she had set her feet on after the Death Star; the Falcon had flown her away from the worst memories of her life. However, that was a big burden she was placing on him.
A big burden she was placing on herself.
Biting down on her lip nervously after her small confession, Leia fidgeted with her hands. "Do you… Do you mind if I stay here for a while? I… I can go bother Chewie if I'm being an inconvenience."
"You? An inconvenience?" he scoffed at her, trying to ease her nerves. "Come on, you can relax. I won't try anything funny, I promise."
Leia smiled discreetly; she hadn't thought he would, she wasn't worried that he would, but his reassurance was sweet. Trusting that they had entered a comfortable silence, Leia picked up the datapad she had brought with her, intending to return to the book she had been leisurely distracting herself with for the past couple of days.
Han, much to his true nature, couldn't keep his curiosity at bay as he dipped his head in her direction, squinting his eyes as he tried to see what she was reading.
"Bared to you. What is this, some silly teenage novel?"
Leia rolled her eyes, making sure he had noticed it. "Amilyn Holdo, an old friend of mine, recommended it to me. I had it downloaded for ages, but I guess I only remembered about it now that I have absolutely nothing else to do. She said it would do me good."
He scoffed, irony written all over his face. "Has it?"
"Don't know," she jerked back, "I'm only on chapter three."
Han wrinkled his nose, impolitely grabbing the datapad from her hands despite her small protests and bringing it close to his eyes. He straightened his back, cleared his throat and began, "His lips brushed behind my ear—"
"H—Han?" Leia arched her left eyebrow, suspiciously eyeing him as a soft color tainted her cheeks, "What are you doing?"
Han threw her a glance. "I'm reading your book, Leia."
"Yeah, but why...?" she pondered, setting onto her side so she could properly stare at him.
"So I can tease you about it later," he smirked, proud of his idea. "Besides, it's more likely you'll drift off to the sound of my voice than by reading all these paragraphs by yourself."
Leia seemed to consider it for a while, before giving in. After all, she was tired, and she could use whatever method to get some sleep for once. "Alright, suit yourself."
Once again, Han freed his vocal cords from the lump on them, restarting from where he had left, "One of his hands pressed flat to my stomach, the fingers splaying to urge me back against him. He was aroused as I was, his cock hard and thick against my lower back."
It took him a few milliseconds to realize what he had just read out loud. "Leia…!"
Leia's eyes widened and her cheeks blushed intensely. She had no idea the book was about to take such an explicit turn — although she now understood precisely why Amilyn Holdo had suggested it for her.
Still, for the sake of her own sanity, she played as cool as she could be. "It's just two people about to have sex, Han. It's a natural thing."
Han eyed her suspiciously; was Her Majesty of the Prudes trying to pretend she wasn't bothered at all by that passage? No, he didn't buy that for a second.
"I'm terribly sorry, but I think I'm going to have to confiscate this book from you," he decided, "You're not ready for this — this kind of exposure."
Leia rolled her eyes, rather amused. She would never have expected him to be so embarrassed about an erotic book. Han Solo, the man who had spent the last three years flirting and throwing every innuendo at her at every chance he got? No, she didn't buy that at all.
"Grow up, Han," she teased him, daring at a smirk. "It's just a silly book. I'm certain you've done much worse to your women friends."
If anything, he was appalled by her last words. To hear her call his past flings by women friends and he wanted nothing more than to be with her — well, it felt wrong.
But if she wanted to somehow test his maturity, then he was happy to play the part.
Hiding his face behind the datapad, he carried on, "He growled, deepening the kiss, stroking my tongue with lush slides of his own. I felt the ranging beat of his heart against my chest, proof that he wasn't just a hopeless ideal conjured by my fevered imagination."
Leia felt as her breathing pattern grew sharper inside of her chest. During the long pause she knew he took to analyze each of the words only then to draw them a picture, Leia forced her legs closer together, trying to contain the tingling coming from there.
Biting down his lip for a brief moment, he ignored the fire in his cheeks and continued, "I was pressed full-body against him, achingly aware of every hot, hard inch of him. I kissed him back as if I could eat him alive. My skin was damp and too sensitive, my breasts heavy and tender. My clit throbbed for attention, pounding along with my raging heartbeat."
Han suddenly grew more uncomfortable than before, unsure of the reason behind the soreness between his legs. He only understood it when he put down the datapad and glanced down at his own body, eyes widening when he noticed the hard rock that was forming below his trousers. "Oh."
"Oh?" Leia asked, clearly at a loss. She followed the path of his eyes until they fixed at the same point. Her apple cheeks turned redder than the fruit they were called after. "Oh."
He was quick to place his hands atop his growing sex, trying to make himself less exposed to both of them. Sometime during their shock, the datapad had fallen from fists down the floor. "I don't think that I'm going to be able to carry on reading, Leia."
Leia quickly pushed herself into a sitting position, her mind caught in some sort of trance as her eyes were unable to look away from his waist, even if he was doing his best at covering himself. She had virtually no idea what was happening, nor why his sudden arousal was making the tingling between her legs even worse. She hated it.
Or, she wanted to believe she did.
"Yeah, well, I wouldn't want you to, anyway," Leia protested, her heart thundering inside of her chest. Was Chewie messing with the heating system of the Falcon? Why was it suddenly so hot in there?
"Good," his voice was graver than usual, "Because even if you wanted, I wouldn't."
"Yeah? And why would I want to expose myself to — to this."
"I don't know, sweetheart, maybe for the same reason that after all this time you're still staring?"
Realizing that, indeed, she was, Leia snapped her neck away from him. She was certain that her entire face was painted in red by then.
Han huffed at her reaction, although he didn't exactly have the high ground. If his erection would only go away. If Leia would only go away so he could do something about it himself.
For a while, all that could be heard in the room was their frenetic breathings.
Leia closed her eyes, trying to gather her thoughts. How had she found herself in that position? Had she wanted it to happen in some super unconscious form of ideation? Was she willing to let down the walls she had built around herself in the name of something larger than herself, larger than the cause she fought for?
Han grit his teeth; maybe he should just kick pleasantries aside and tell her to get the hell out of there —
Leia turned her head to look at him, to look at his face, to dive herself into his eyes. Her lips were half-open and her breathing was fast, and she found it somehow cute the shy smile he attempted to throw at her.
On a whim, and surprising even herself, Leia leaned forward and caught his lips on hers.
Taken aback by her sudden initiative, Han's entire body was tense. He brought his hands back from his trousers to her upper arms, accepting her kiss as much as he gave into it. Yet, the better part of him couldn't so easily welcome her loving gestures.
"Leia," he protested, pulling slightly back. Under any other circumstances, he would have laughed at the permanent blush of her cheeks. "Um… Leia? What are you doing?"
"Kissing you…?" she answered, although her tone showed much more doubt than affirmation.
"Why…?"
She puffed impatiently. "I thought this was what you wanted."
"It is," he agreed, and it was. It was all he had wanted for the longest time now; he had lost count of how many times he had fantasized about this moment coming true at last. And maybe because he had craved it so much — more than he had longed for with anybody else in his life — he had learned how to put her needs above his. "But is it what you want?"
Leia stared at him blankly, caught off guard.
"It's not a trick question, sweetheart."
She closed her eyes again, pressing her forehead against him as her hand traveled down to his waist and met his stiff piece of flesh. She squeezed his sex, hard, without easing the grip around it. She uttered mildly, "Yes, it is.."
Han let out a soft moan of a breath he had no control over. "Leia—"
"Shh," she shushed him, not allowing either of them to overthink it. Because Leia knew herself all too well, so if her boost of confidence came to shatter, she would lose all the will to go forward with this.
And — god, did she want it. She needed it. She was desperate to escape her loneliness.
She opened her eyelids again, her lips departed from one another during her search for his stare. She snuck her hand inside his trousers, under his underwear, gasping lowly when she sensed his soft feel at the palm of her hand.
Unconsciously, Han launched his waist forwards. He had always known how delicate her fingers were, he just had no idea they would feel this gently against his erection. "Leia," he alarmed her.
Moving from underneath the covers, Leia sat on her knees just atop his tights. Her touch left his body only to pull down both his trousers and underwear, freeing him and welcoming the sight of his body she had never gotten around to see.
Until now.
She ran her hands up and down his shaft several times, watching as he did his best to hold back his groans and failed miserably. Under any other situation, she would have laughed. Leia only let go of his penis so she could close her fingers behind his neck and pull him closer to her, bringing their lips together.
Han shut his eyes, accepting her kiss once again. He ran his tongue against the back of her teeth, letting it explore the arch of her mouth. Letting it taste the sweetness of the strawberry from her toothbrush. He traveled his hands through her hair, wrapping them around her brown locks, bringing her body even closer to his.
Having no idea where his urge had originated from, Han pulled her – his – tee over her head, tearing their mouths apart at last, making way to their swollen lips. He almost gasped when he looked down at her body and found her wearing no bra. His eyes glued to the pinky nipples in the center of each of her breasts, hard and rigid because of him, he knew.
He circled each of them with his thumbs, choreographing the dance between his fingers and her tits. Grinning, Leia brought her hands to the back of his head, gently pulling his head towards her, until his mouth met her chest. She didn't have to offer him any further indication of what to do.
Han raced his tongue around the mountain of her nipple several times before swallowing it in. Licking and sucking it, his arms firmly pressed against her back and pulling her deeper into his mouth. Devouring her.
Leia dug her fingernails deep into the back of his neck, and part of her thought it only made him suck her harder – was it out of revenge or encouragement. She moaned when his kisses started descending her belly, leaving behind a tray of his saliva, until he reached her waistband.
Ferociously, he plucked down her sweatpants, leaving her in nothing but her panties. He studied it for several moments, like it was too precious to be handled by his rude manners. Tenderly, he removed them, giving way to her pinky wet slit. He smiled.
Leia didn't have the chance to be warned before he sank his tongue deep between her folds. She gasped at his eagerness, sensing as he explored the regions of her body she didn't allow just anybody to explore. And god, did he feel marvelous inside of her.
She had no idea whether her arousal was building up because of what he did to her or for the image of him between his legs.
"Han," she called for him, struggling to maintain hold of herself, "S-stand up."
Still as bossy as ever, Han thought to himself, giving her clit one last lick before following her commands. Still as devoted to her as ever. Leia initiated the kiss once again, this time feeling her own taste inside of him, and she knew.
She wouldn't be able to last much longer.
"Han," she cried again, breathless, the tearing of their mouths making way for his lips to kiss and bite her neck. She begged, "Fuck me."
Han chuckled at her choice of words, but didn't say anything about it. She would stop if he did, or she would prolong the torture to feel himself inside of her even more, and he, too, had his needs. The sternness of his member against his belly was more than proof to it.
As he caressed the crook of her neck with his tongue, he threw her against the mattress on her back, landing right on top of them. Leia pulled his shirt away and they were standing there completely naked; trusting each other with their most intimate depth — themselves.
Han aligned the tip of his penis with her vagina, rubbing himself against her entrance several times. It was the burning of her eyes with lust that made him thrust into her for the first time, getting a moan from both their lips. At first, neither of them dared to move, too drunk by how their bodies completed one another, by how right he felt when one was with her.
And then, Leia took the power away from him.
As he would have expected.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him further into her. She rolled over the mattress until she was standing on top of him, sitting up and holding tightly onto his chest. For some reason, Han found her extremely beautiful being in control of him.
She rose from him and fell down again. Straddling him. Choking his cock with the narrowness of her inner walls. Her lips left a gap between one another, allowing the air to go in and out of them. Her breasts bounced in the air as she rode him, Han cupping her ass cheeks to help her move. Their hips slamming hard against one another.
What was once calm and tender was turning into hard and quick pounding. The closer they were to reaching their orgasms, the faster he plunged into her. Rough, unmercifully, and neither of them seemed to mind.
Leia and Han came together and she fell against his chest, sweat mixing with sweat. She buried her head in the curve between his neck and shoulder, waiting for her breathing to normalize as she felt his own warm breath against her scalp. None of them dared to move. Too weak. Too succumbed to one another.
Han kissed the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her waist as her body slid away from him and fell to his side. Unable to explain why he was so unwilling to let her go, even after they had consummated their act. Wondering what kind of spell she had over him.
He pulled the blanket over her, protecting her from the chilly air. She smiled with her lips closed at his gesture, head still laying over his shoulder, and maybe — she was as drawn to him as he was to her.
"That was," she breathed out, "Something."
"It was nice," Han offered, even though it had felt like so much more than that.
"Yeah," she agreed, "Nice fucking."
Han shook her head, "No, Leia," he corrected her, tiredly, burying his lips into the mess of her hair. "Fucking is harsh, unlinked. A desperate call to fulfill one's own needs. This is… This is making love. Allowing all of myself to you, and taking in all of yourself in return. Making love is more than just sex, it's accepting each other's flaws and desires and making everything we can to satisfy not just ourselves, but the union of us. It's lighting up the stars until we conquer the universe. That wasn't me fucking you. That was me making love to you."
Leia swallowed hard, although she wasn't bothered by his analysis. No, she was rather fascinated by it.
"How do you know that?" she asked in a whisper.
"I've fucked a lot of people in my life," he admitted. "I haven't made love to many. It is different, it just is."
She nodded, somehow feeling much more comfortable in his presence than she had ever been. She allowed her body to become heavier onto him, and he didn't mind.
Decided that she had chosen the right person to be vulnerable to, Leia pressed her body closer to his. Not in lust, but in surrender.
