AN: I know I've put money down on never writing smut, but...here we are. Thanks to LaJulie for her keen eyes.
Han keyed open the hotel room door and let Leia walk in first so he could admire her...assets one final time in the flowing sky-blue gown.
"I know the fashion police go all nuts when you do, but do you think you could wear this dress again?" Han requested, wrapping her in his arms and feeling her up from behind.
"And here I thought you liked me for my personality," Leia teased, slipping her hands into his back pockets.
"Your personality and every other part of you," he assured. Han kissed along her neck and slipped the chiffon strap off her shoulder. They hadn't bothered to turn the lights on when they came in, and Leia felt ethereal standing here in his arms, bathed in the blue chiffon and the light of the moons filtering through the window.
His tie was already hanging undone around his neck and his jacket had been discarded hours ago. Leia perched briefly at the end of the bed and kicked her shoes off, before standing again to go after the buttons of Han's dress shirt. She pushed it off his shoulders and pressed her lips to his chest.
He gripped her zipper carefully in his rough hands and made quick work of opening the back of the dress. A moment later, it was a puddle of chiffon and silk on the floor at the foot of the bed and Leia was left only in her stockings and lacy slip.
Free from the confines of the skirt, Leia was free to wrap her leg around Han's, bringing her heat closer to his.
Leia's fingers fumbled at the latch of Han's belt while his lips caressed hers in a way that made her melt into a puddle of goo.
"I can't think straight when you kiss me like that," she whispered breathlessly when he finally stopped to help her with the belt buckle.
"That's why I do it," he teased back in the gravely bass that made every part of her shake.
Han quickly divested himself of his pants as Leia pulled the slip over her head and dropped it with the rest of their clothes. Kneeling on the bed to find more height, Leia wrapped her arms around Han's neck and pulled his lips to hers.
"Guess what they say about weddings is true," he murmured between kisses.
"What's that?" Leia asked, a little perturbed that he was using his mouth for something besides making her forget her own name. "They always come in threes?"
"No. You're more likely to get lucky at someone else's wedding than your own," he teased.
Leia laughed in spite of herself. She thought fondly back to their wedding night-they'd barely made it out of their wedding finery before they were both fast asleep until late the next morning.
"I do recall thoroughly making up for that night's oversight," she reminded, gently raking her nails down over his chest, pulling him backwards toward the bed.
"Still nice to relive what could have been." With that remark, Han seemed to be finished with the idle chatter. He turned her around, her back to his chest, and molded her body to his. His left hand slid up her taut stomach and over her lacy bra, crushing it gently in his hand. His right hand slipped southward until his fingers were beneath her lace panties, searching for the wet heat that was threatening to boil over.
Leia swallowed hard and took a breath, grinding her ass into his erection behind her. Every nerve in her body jumped when he pinched her clit lightly between his knuckles. It took no time at all for her to fall over the first peak, with his hardness behind her, one hand between her legs, and the other massaging her breast. Leia wound her fingers through his too-long hair and tugged gently as he brought her through the strong spasms with practiced care.
No longer trusting her shaking legs to hold her up, Leia turned and pulled Han down over top of her on the luxurious bed. Her lips danced over his five o'clock shadow as he worked to relieve them both of their underwear.
Finally, they were bare and hungry for each other.
She inhaled sharply as he slid in. He set a slow, indulgent tempo with his hips and Leia matched it with a counterpoint of her own. She gripped at his shoulders tightly, drawing him even deeper. The friction was delicious and in a matter of moments, she was back at the precipice.
"Stars, Han, never stop that," she begged, her voice taking on a frantic tone. He held her hips with his hands, grinding himself into her in the way that was driving her so crazy. Her words turned to a keening lament as she dug her nails into his shoulders.
"I'm almost there, Sweetheart," he moaned into her ear, his breathing becoming rapid and uneven.
Leia seized again, her entire body quickly being overtaken by spasms. It was just the edge that Han needed, and he followed her over the edge. They rode out their orgasms together.
Han fell into the mattress beside Leia, one of his legs still between hers and his arm covering her chest as they breathed deeply, enjoying the high together. He nuzzled his nose into her cheek.
"Mm, feel good?"
"Yeah," she whispered, still a bit breathless. "The music and lights from the reception were starting to give me a headache," she admitted, "but this took care of that quite nicely." Han's hand, which was resting on her stomach, drew up her body, taking a moment at her breast before drifting up to her head and working his fingers into her hair.
"Your brother and Wedge know how to throw a party," Han acquiesced, pausing in his ministrations to reach for the blankets and tuck them in.
Leia turned in his embrace and sought his lips in a kiss. Their kisses were slow and indulgent now, taking all the time they wanted just to enjoy the sensation.
"We've got to be at the wedding brunch by 10 in the morning," Leia murmured.
"Good. We'll have plenty of time for round two."
