"You think I ought to call Dad?" Jaina asked.
"Absolutely not. He'll think you don't trust him." Leia replied.
"It's not him I'm thinking about, it's Lei. She's not used to being around strangers all day." Jaina argued.
"She's with her grandfather, not a stranger, and if she's force-sensitive she'll know that." Leia reminded her daughter.
"Even so..." Jaina worried.
"Jaina, to hear your father talk, he raised you three all by himself. He'll never forgive you if he thinks you don't have complete confidence in him." Leia said.
Jaina laughed. "Dad thinks he does everything by himself! I'm surprised he only managed to co-create us kids."
"Oh, he thinks he put in the majority of the effort there too. Trust me!" They were waiting for the monitor's image to clear. All the excitement had sent Jaina's baby into a whirlwind of activity and getting a clear picture had proven problematic. A moment later, they had their first image of Baby Solo-Fel.
"Would you like to know the sex?" Jaina's medical droid asked.
"Yes, I think we would." Jaina confirmed to Leia's surprise.
"Do you have any names picked out?" The droid queried.
"We kinda promised my little brother we'd call him Jorj, after him, if he is in fact a he." Jaina confessed.
"Well, we have a good clear image of genitalia which indicates you may need to rethink that." The med droid suggested, adding the legal caution that no liability would be accepted in the event of a mistake being made.
"Another daughter. How do you feel about that?" Leia asked.
"I expect Jag will be disappointed, even if he pretends otherwise. But honestly? I'm just glad everything is okay." Jaina said, clearly relieved.
"Would you care for a holorecording to be added to your account?" The droid queried.
"Better make it three. But, could you get one where she doesn't have her legs wide open?" Jaina said.
"That will be up to baby." The droid answered and examined the images taken in order to select a suitable holo for his patient. Meanwhile, Jaina cleaned the conductive gel from her abdomen and redressed.
"Pedicure? Manicure? Or both?" Leia arched an eyebrow.
"Or...we could just go home. You and Dad could enjoy some of that quality 'you' time you've been missing out on and I could take Lei over to the port to welcome her Daddy home." Jaina suggested.
"Your father's going to be doing just fine. So stop worrying." Leia admonished.
Jaina sighed and rolled her eyes. "I know."
"So, pedicure, manicure or both?" Leia repeated, smiling.
xxxxxxxxxxxx
Han remembered the night on Bakura as though it had been yesterday. Though his recollection was a little more intimate than Leia's literary description. She'd left him in search of her brother, Luke, returning flushed and a little confused. Han's wide eyes had asked the question.
"He sent me away." Leia explained, leaning against the door.
"Maybe he wants to be alone." Han offered.
"It was us he wanted to be alone." Leia said, her eyes darting to the bedroom allocated to Han's Wookiee co-pilot, Chewbacca.
"He musta known. Chewie returned to the Falcon. Said the facilities here gave him a headache." Han grinned, patted the sofa beside him and nodded at the door. "Why don't you drop the security latch and come join me?"
Leia glanced about the apartment.
"Just you and me sweetheart. Chewie's gonna bunk on the Falcon an' it sounds like Luke's in no rush to return." Han pointed out.
"What if..'he'..comes back?" She asked, clearly agitated. Earlier in the day she had been visited by the spirit of her late father. Her biological father, not Bail Organa, the man she would only ever consider or call her father.
"Then he's gotta have to get through me first. Come on. Sit." Han patted the sofa again.
Feeling calmer if not completely calm, Leia secured the door and moved to sit close, if not next, to Han.
"Doesn't it feel a little odd to you, you know, getting my brother's approval?" Leia queried.
Han shrugged and draped an arm across the back of the sofa. "Means he's on our side I guess. At least someone is!" Han grinned again. "I don't bite, ya know."
Leia smiled coyly and slid nearer to him.
"Not unless you want me to." He suggested into her ear as he placed his arms around her shoulders, guiding her into his embrace. "Now that's more like it."
Leia closed her eyes, letting the warmth of his love envelope her, the touch of his lips against her temple reminding her how precious their time alone was.
"Mon Mothma's with us too." Leia commented, though she wasn't sure why she'd felt it necessary to say that.
"Sure. 'Til something better comes along." He said, nuzzling her hair.
"You know, Luke actually asked me how we felt about having children some day." She told him.
"Whoa! That's a little premature!" He exclaimed. "You tell him we're not even at the rehearsal stage yet?"
Leia blushed as she looked up at Han. "I did say it had been hard for us to find time alone."
"An' here we are. Finding time alone." He said, his soft hazel eyes holding her dark chocolate gaze.
"On that subject though." Leia swallowed, nervously. "How do you feel about children?"
"They're great in a stew." He laughed, softening. "Seriously Leia, it's not an issue for me. I mean, I know I told you once that I kinda liked the idea of being a Dad some day, but I never really expected to find myself in a position where havin' a kid o' my own was a possibility. Let's just..take it as it comes, huh?"
"Mon Mothma asked if I saw myself making a life with you. If we are to have any future together, I need to be sure of the page you're on." She stated, straightening.
"The page I'm on?" He laughed again. "Honey, it's me. You don't have to talk to me like I'm one of your aides. Look, if you wanna know what I think, I think you're nuts. I think you'd be a great Mom and our kids, hell, you've only gotta look at us to see how pretty damn perfect they'd be. But, if you're dead set against having children, then fine. I'm dead set against it too."
Leia relaxed a little, sensing Han's honesty. "I just..." Leia cleared her thoughts before going on. "I've lost so much Han. If this is going to be an issue between us, better it end now before either one of us ends up regretting our actions."
"It's not. Trust me." Han reiterated, cupping her cheeks and leaning forward to kiss her. His lips probed hers, gently parting to tease her with the tip of his tongue. Leia could feel herself tingle with excitement again.
She didn't resist when he drew her nearer, an arm about her waist as his free hand fiddled with the pins that held the crown of braids to her head. Breaking their kiss, she reached up to remove the remaining pins and clasps, disgarding them on a side table.
"How about we take this some place more comfortable?" Han asked and rose, offering her his hand.
Leia hesitated, before slipping her hand cautiously into his. His fingers closed around hers, thumb caressing, then he gently tugged her, encouraging her to her feet also. With a reassuring smile, he led her into the room he had been allocated.
Furnished in the same style as her own, the dimmed lighting failed to disguise the room's dominant feature, a large and she expected undeniably comfortable bed.
Letting her hand fall free Han moved to sit on the bed while Leia remained, watching his hips sway away from her, with her back to the door. It took her several minutes to realise he was studying her.
"You okay?" He asked. Her head bobbed, though her mouth felt too dry to speak. "You sure? 'Cos you look like you just got kicked in the ass by a tauntaun."
Leia laughed and breathed deeply. Clearing her throat, she said. "Next you'll be asking me what I'm afraid of!"
"I thought we'd established some years ago, Princess, that you don't do 'afraid'." He commented.
"I've stared down Senators, Stormtropers, Imperial Generals, Governors and the most feared Sith Lord himself." She rolled her eyes and shook her head at herself. "But, somehow, you..."
Han crossed an ankle over the other and leaned back on straightened arms. "I'm just a man sweetheart. Simply turning up is enough to get me excited."
Leia laughed again. "Mon Mothma indicated as much."
"Lucky guess." He sneered.
Leia pushed from from her perch and crossed to sit beside him. "There's something else we established some time ago." She said, large dark eyes blinking up at him. "Our level of experience in matters of an intimate nature are somewhat miss-matched."
"So, you are afraid." He teased.
"Han..." She chided.
"Hey!" He sat up straight and carefully lifted her hand into the cradle of his own. "There's no pressure. If you're not ready, then we'll wait until you are."
"I know that's meant to be endearing and supportive. But it just puts more pressure on me to be the one to take us forward." She said.
"Damn. Rumbled." His half-smile, even in this light, made his eyes sparkle. "But you know, if you think about it, I'm the one who's really on the back-foot here."
"How do you figure on that?" She asked, astonished.
"Been a while since I had the honour of deflowering a Princess." He sniffed.
"I thought they'd have been queing round the block, you being a Corellian." She suggested with a wry smile.
"Yeah, you'd think!" He said, lying back and settling his hands behind his head. "Maybe I'm choosey."
"Or all talk." She arched an eyebrow down at him.
"One way to find out." He offered, eyes smiling up at her.
Leia wanted to. She wanted to more than anything. And more than anything, she wanted to with Han. But here? On Bakura? Right now? She was less certain.
"Leia, we've waited for an opportunity like this to present itself. Now it's here, are we gonna let it pass us by?" He queried.
Her answer was to lean forward and capture his lips with her own. Her mouth opened, her tongue probing, her hand against his chest feeling the beat of his heart.
Han responded by kissing her back, open mouthed exploration of one another while his hands tangled in the thicket of her hair.
"Just so you know..." He told her, his mouth leaving hers to taste the flesh at her throat, beneath her ear, then her earlobe itself. "I got a shot from medical before we left. You know, just in case you found yourself unable to resist my charms."
"Han..." The way she spoke his name always sounded like she was admonishing a small child.
"Just sayin'. No pressure." He repeated, kissing her eyelids and the tip of her nose before returning to her lips. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he rolled her onto her back, letting a hand rest against her hip, then trailed the length of her thigh to her knee where he gathered her skirt until he could feel flesh. She felt him grin against her mouth as his hand reversed it's earlier journey. "No skimpies tonight, Princess?"
"I like to travel light." She answered.
Han laughed. "You kidding? Took Luke, Chewie an' me to carry your cases over here. Chewie nearly got himself a hernia!"
Leia giggled, her hand resting on his cheek.
"Beautiful dress by the way. Be a shame to get it all wrinkled." He said.
Leia nibbled her bottom lip. "You want me to take it off?" She asked.
"Now, why didn't I think o' that." He drawled, that half-grin creeping up his cheek.
Both sat upright and Leia eyed Han as he pulled first one then the second boot from his feet and dropped them to the floor whilst humming a little ditty. Aware of her scrutiny, he turned to look at her.
"What?" He queried.
"You always do that." She noted.
"Do what?" He asked.
"Hum. Whenever you remove your boots you always hum. Why is that?" She questioned.
"Dunno. Habit I guess." He shrugged. "Why do you always watch me take my clothes off?"
"I do not!" She denied.
"Oh sweetheart, you so do." He corrected, pulling his shirt from the waistband of his pants. Then a thought came to him. "Do you wanna do this?"
"I..." She shook her head, unable to think of an excuse.
"All ya gotta do is pull it over my head." He said.
It felt like a challenge. And Leia was never one to baulk at a challenge. "All right." She said, firmly, and moved to stand between his legs.
He watched her careful deliberation as she grasped his shirt's edges and raised it over his head, shaking the shirt and folding it neatly before placing it on a dresser.
He hid his amusement and said. "My turn."
Bending, he managed to run his hands the length of her legs as he drew her dress higher. Their height difference meant he need only stretch up to pull the gown over her head, then he let it fall to the floor.
"Wasn't the idea to prevent wrinkles?" She arched an eyebrow in query.
"I lied. I just wanted to get you outta that dress." He told her. His arms circled her, lifting her from her feet and dragging her on top of him as he lay back on the bed, once again kissing her.
Did she ever not wear white? He wondered, fingers teasing the hem of her camisole. A sharp intake of breath halted his actions.
"Think you could lose the strap-down flyboy?" Leia begged. "I'm going to be covered in bruises by morning otherwise."
"Big thing, parting a guy like me from his strap-down!" Han grumbled and reluctantly removed his holster after she had rolled off him. His pants swiftly followed, landing in a heap beside her dress. A brief flash of his white buttocks and Leia turned to stare up at the ceiling.
Were they really going to do this? Here? Now?
When she looked again, he was watching her intently.
"Just how much experience do you have? I mean, you have actually seen a naked guy before haven't you?" He asked her.
"Is that meant to be funny?" She queried. He leaned down on one elbow to study at her. "I attended anatomy and biology classes same as everyone else." She confirmed, smugly.
"I don't mean drawings! An' I aint talking about those soft-as-stuffed-bears your aunts woulda pushed off on ya either! I'm talking about real, firm, in the flesh men." He said.
"Like you, you mean?" She asked.
"Well. Yeah." He lifted a shoulder as though it was obvious what he meant.
"I haven't had a lot of time for that kind of thing." She said softly. "I was seventeen when I entered the Senate. Nineteen when the Empire destroyed my planet. And you know pretty much all of my movements since then."
After a moment's thought, he nudged his head toward the bed's head and didn't wait for her response before climbing under the covers and patting the bed beside him.
It wasn't like this wasn't what she'd wanted. It wasn't like it wasn't something she'd wondered about, hoped for and dreaded in equal measures.
It just wasn't something she'd expected to experience whilst on an Imperial outpost.
Nor was it something she couldn't back out of. She'd bear the shame of feeling foolish and childish if she had to, but she'd do so knowing Han would support her no matter what her decision.
Cautiously, she slipped into the bed beside him, both now propped against the pillows.
Han laid Lei in her crib and remained on hand while she settled. He'd forgotten how heavy a baby felt when they stopped wriggling and just fell to sleep.
She was getting close to the interesting stage, where facial features moved more on seeing or tasting something new and vocal chords developed their own natural tone, usually loud, persistent and annoying!
For now, kneeling by the side of her crib, Han was happy just to watch his beautiful grand-daughter dream her little dreams.
Leia's padd beeped, reminding him he'd left the page open. Assured Lei was asleep, he returned to the sofa and let his thoughts return to Bakura.
"You okay?" Han asked and Leia nodded, nervously. He tossed an arm around her shoulders and pulled her toward him. "Biology lesson, number one." He said and rearranged his legs beneath the soft sheet. Taking her hand, he pressed her palm to the underside of his thigh. "You know what that is?" He asked with a smile.
"You're mocking me." She stated.
"Actually, I'm not. Not everyone realises that thighs can be quite erogenous." He explained, moving her hand to cup a buttock. "Ass. Some guys get really turned on by being spanked. Just so you know, I'm not one of those guys." He covered her hand and guided her middle finger to press to the pucker of his anus. "Asshole. Also not really my thing." Then brought her hand up to circle his spheres. "Testicles. Balls. Gonads. Take you pick. Either way, a lotta guys love it when a woman man-handles his sacs. You still okay?"
Leia giggled.
"Good. 'Cos we're getting to the real interesting part now." Gripping her hand, he directed her fist to wrap around his manhood, eliciting a long sigh at her touch. Exhaling and regaining his composure, he reopened his eyes. "Shaft. Now that plays a real big part in proceedings. It basically relies on friction to derive it's pleasure. Go ahead, slide your hand on up and down. Get a good feel for it." He suggested.
Releasing her hand he felt the pressure loosen before taking up a slow, sensuous rhythm.
"Okay. That's enough sliding." He covered her hand, exhaling again. "Too much and it'll ruin the big finish I have planned."
Leia arched an eyebrow and Han carefully drew her fingertips upward.
"The head. The tip. Or colloquially called the knob." Han said. "That is about the most sensitive part of a guy's intimate anatomy and trust me sweetheart, your soft fingers are doing more for me sittin' right where they are now than my last six dates put together."
Leia laughed again, her body jiggling. He held her fingers firm. "Seriously, you do that again an' I will not be apologising to the Governor for the mess I make of his bed linen." He told her. "You know about that part, right? You know, after the snuggling and the nuzzling and the friction and so on, you know what comes next, right?"
"You get yourself dumped from a great height?" She asked, sarcastically.
"Ouch!" He replied and brought her hand to his mouth to kiss the palm. "I'm just trying to help you relax."
"I know. Thank you for the guided anatomy tour. It was definitely very enlightening." She smiled.
"You..um..feel like letting me, you know, learn a few facts for myself?" He queried, fingering her camisole strap.
Leia blinked rapidly, something he had come to recognise as earnest consideration, before a shy nod confirmed his humourous approach to be working.
"Now, this, is where things really heat up!" He told her, lifting her camisole over her head and releasing it over the edge of the bed.
Briefly observing her deepening blush, his attention turned to her breasts. Pointing, he said. "Tits. Gotta be the Gods smiling down on a guy the day they invented these things. I mean, they feed him when he's a baby an' they come in pretty handy when he's all growed up too."
Leia laughed again, then a big hand closed around a breast. "Perfect handful. Could never quite understand the attraction in something I couldn't get my whole hand around. Lando, now he prefers something he can like bury his face into. But me, I like something that fits just right. Like this."
His hand squeezed very gently and then he rubbed the padd of his thumb over her nipple. "Nipple. Or nip. Highly erogenous!" His eyes grew wide as he told her. "Also taken as a huge compliment by hardening when aroused. You feeling aroused Princess? 'Cos this one's like rock!"
His infuriating grin was starting to have it's effect on her and she could feel herself wavering between wanting to smother him with a pillow and the desire to choke him!
"But best of all, is how it responds to a skilled and, dare I say, experienced touch." He boasted, teasing the bud between his finger and thumb before leaning down to flick it with the very lightest of touches from the tip of his tongue.
"You okay with that? You'll tell me if there's anything you're not happy with, won't you?" He asked, hazel eyes glowing in the darkened room.
Leia nodded, shifting to a more comfortable position and sinking her fingers into his hair. There was a peculiar tingling sensation she couldn't quite explain between her thighs. Something that her aunts definitely hadn't prepared her for.
"You sure you're okay? You look..I dunno..pained." Han puzzled.
"It's just so...nice..." She answered.
"That good, huh? Between you an' me, I was kinda hopin' for something a bit more than just 'nice'." He chuckled.
"I'm new to this remember. I'll brush on my descriptives for next time." She breathed.
Han grinned and returned to his oral examination of her nipple, while his fingers continued to fondle the delicate underside of her breast. Leia wasn't the only one tingling between the thighs, Han could feel himself straining with desire and mentally willed himself to get a grip, it hadn't been that long since he'd had the pleasure.
Or had it?
Whilst this might not be the place to consider such things, he realised with growing alarm that it had, in fact, been quite some time since he'd had the pleasure.
Oh Princess! He thought. If you only knew what you do to me!
Han decided it was time to move on before he peaked too soon. Dragging his lips from her chest, half-lidded questioning eyes looked down at her as his hand slid to her thigh.
"Tell me, does somebody polish you from head to toe every morning? Because your skin is the softest I've ever known!" He commented as he eased the flesh-toned panties she had chosen for the night down her legs, sending them to join her camisole.
"I have a healthy respect for personal hygiene." She replied, the laughter evident in her voice.
"An' I don't!" He exlaimed, hurt.
"The 'fresher on the Falcon could use an upgrade." She told him. Not for the first time.
"Those water works are both original and classic." He corrected.
"And they break down nearly as often as the rest of her." Leia pointed out.
"You ever hear me or Chewie complain?" He asked. Her arched eyebrow his answer. "Anyways, what're your thoughts on thighs. Yours specifically."
"I like where you were at before a lot more." She smiled.
Yeah. I bet you do! He thought, her fingers still tangled in his hair.
"How about ass?" He queried, his hand moving to cup a perfectly formed buttock. "You want me to take you over my knee and spank you soundly?"
The image in his head could have gotten him into so much trouble if he'd been brazen enough to tell her about it.
"Biology lesson one." She reminded him. "How about we just stick to the basics."
Han grinned again. There was a promise in her voice. One that spoke of frequent and persistent revisiting of their biology lessons in the weeks, months and years to come.
His thumb pressed to her anus, then he shook his head. "Nah! That's definitely advanced class material. Oh, hold on."
"Where are you going?" She asked, as he untangled himself from her then moved to her other side.
"Swapping sides. I was always better at this with my right hand." He lowered his voice. "But if Lando ever asks, I'm ambidextrous, okay?"
"I have no idea..." She started.
"I know sweetheart. But you will." He said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. "What would you do if I said open wide?"
Her eyes narrowed.
"Never mind." He chuckled. "I'll show you.
Lei whimpered in her sleep and Han closed the padd again while he checked on her.
It hadn't been such a bad idea anyway, he could feel the stirrings of an intense arousal of his own. One which he preferred to experience in the company of his incredible wife, not alone or in charge of an infant.
"What's up button? Bad dream?" He rocked Lei's crib gently. "Your grandma used to get those all the time an' I used to do pretty much the same thing to her too. This one time..." He eyed the padd, then returned to Lei. "You know what, tell you another time."
Her whimpering increased until Han could resist no longer.
"I know your mama likes you to self-soothe. But I. Aint. Your. Mama." He punctuated his words as he lifted the babe into his arms and continued rocking while he resettled into the sofa's cushions.
"How's that feel, huh?" He asked her and heard Lei's purr in reply. He grinned. "You get that from your grandma too. First time I heard her do that...man! That was something else!"
You are so beautiful! Han thought, remembering the same considerations he'd given the woman who would later become his wife. Their years together ahead would be shorter than those they had already shared. Whilst he gave thanks every day for that crazy old man and the kid who, arguably, brought Leia into his life, he realised it was now up to him to make the best of the time they had left.
"The thing you need to know about your grandma, Lei, is that she is passionate. An' passionate people, tend to be passionate about just about everything they touch." He told the child as he gently rocked her. "That's why she's writing these memoirs. So other people'll know how much she cared about stuff. Not just the Rebellion or the New Republic either. About me, an' her brother, that's your Great Uncle Luke, an' our kids an' you an'...well, an' everything really. But what you won't find in none of those over-the-counter reads is the passion I saw in her. The between-the-sheets passion she let me be a part of. Me! Low-life scoundrel scum from Corellia. That passion, now that, really is something else!"
Snuggling an arm beneath Leia's shoulders, Han looked down into her big, brown, expectant eyes.
"Now the difference between a man and a woman, Leia, goes a whole lot deeper than the man having a greater physical strength. 'Cos, you see, where a woman complements a man is, she's got it where it counts. In here." Han explained, pointing to her chest. "Women in general and you, I think, in particular feel stuff on a whole deeper level than us guys."
"Cut the crap Solo." Leia almost growled.
"No, listen to me, I got a point here." He promised. "You see, a woman's body is made differently to a man's. Like when I do this..." His hand closed over a breast, once more manipulating her nipple into a fierce peak. "You don't just feel it under my hand, do you?"
"No." Leia finally admitted, the tingling between her thighs returning to taunt her.
"That's because a woman feels the emotion in more than one place at a time." He said, his tone turning more serious. "I want you to feel it everywhere, Leia. I want you to know, you're not just a notch on some scoundrel's bedpost. You're the real deal for me sweetheart, I wouldn't be here otherwise."
"Me either." She smiled up at the sincerity reflected in his eyes.
"So relax. I can almost smell the anxiety leaching out of your skin." He told her.
"I just..I don't want to be a disappointment." She blushed.
"You're here sweetheart an' I aint even paying for ya! You're already way ahead of half my other encounters." He told her, holding her tenderly.
"Only half?" She teased.
"Taught me everything I know. Don't knock what you haven't tried honey." He shot back. Han didn't let her interrupt him any further, opting to silence her deflecting with his lips against hers.
While they learned each other's nuances, he let his hand roam to caress her ribs, her hips, her thighs before once again coming to rest against her knee, then reversing it's journey back above her ribcage to cup and manipulate her breast again. A moan filled his mouth and Han smiled to himself.
Finally! He thought. She's letting herself go with the flow.
Holding her tightly with one hand, he turned the other over to lazily draw the backs of his fingers down her midriff to her abdomen where he paused. Breaking their kiss, he asked. "You all right?"
"Ahuh." She agreed, her head bobbing a yes.
"You ready for lession number two?" He asked.
"There's more?" She queried, jokingly.
"You have no idea." He grinned. "So, where were we? Oh, yeah. We'd done thigh, butt and ass so we must be about...here..."
His fingertips grazed her midsection, ghosting left and right between her hip bones.
"And this..." His fingers delved into her neatly coiffured feminine curls. "Is the mound of venus. So called, I guess, because of the temple it hides. Now I don't know a whole lot about temples except that they are designed to be worshipped and this is one temple I intend throwing my heart and soul into honouring every opportunity I get."
"Han..." Leia interrupted, eyes closed, teeth nibbling her bottom lip, a hand pressed to his chest.
All the time he had been talking to her, he'd used the side of his index finger to lightly stroke the folds enveloping the entrance to that temple he hoped to worship when she was ready.
"You like that?" He whispered.
"Hmm." She agreed, head nodding slightly.
"Those soft boys you played with when you were a kid. They ever touch you like this?" He asked, quietly.
Her head shook, her breathing becoming more rapid.
"You ever touch yourself like this?" He queried, wondering just how much, or how little, experience she had. Her shaking head was his answer. "I'm gonna go with you never having had an orgasm either. I can show you Leia, I can take you places you've only ever dreamed about but I need to know it's what you want."
His fingers stopped and slowly her eyes opened. Looking up into his hazel eyes the only thing Leia knew for sure was that she didn't want this night to end.
"Is that what you want Leia?" He questioned.
Her quiet confirmation advised him that it was. There was a slight tremor to her voice, the merest tremble to her body.
His lips pressed lightly to hers and his fingers began their slow exploration again.
An arm wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to her, fingers lost in the thicket of hair at the nape of his neck.
Han sank into the task every bit as much as Leia did.
A careful, probing digit parted her lips and he felt her shudder against him.
"You still all right?" He asked, breaking the kiss.
"Ahuh." She agreed, reaching toward him to recommence their kiss.
"You'll tell me if you're not, right?" He queried, feeling her nod against his mouth as her lips retook his.
In her youth, having lost her adoptive mother when just a small child, Leia's paternal aunts had prepared her for the many expectations that would be placed on her in the marital bedroom. They might not have primed her for Han Solo per se, but she was at least aware of the mechanics of sexual intercourse.
Though what exactly it was he was doing with his finger mystified her. The digit slid in and out of her a little deeper with every in, a little slower with every out.
Leia's breath caught somewhere between her throat and Han's mouth when the pad of his thumb swept across her most senstive spot. Her eyes flew open and, with a gasp, she tore her lips from his.
"Too rough?" He asked.
Leia swallowed, breathing deeply.
"Or too unexpected?" He asked, a frown creasing his brow.
"A little of both. I think." She gasped.
"You want me to stop?" He queried.
She detangled a fist from his hair, dragging with it a couple with his folicles still attached to cover his hand preventing it's removal. Han grinned.
"This..." His thumb swept by again. "Is called the clit..."
"I know what it's called." She interrupted, with a sharp intake of breath.
"Also called the hood, nub, nubbin or sometimes button." He smiled, trying not to laugh. "Very highly sensitive and when aroused, the source of unbelievable pleasure."
"I know that." She said between deep breaths. "I told you, my aunts prepared me for some of the aspects of sexual intimacy."
"It can be aroused in a number of different ways." He told her. "Like I'm doing now; by being rubbed by a man's shaft or tip and by being kissed. Or sucked. Or licked. Among other ways..."
"Han! Would you please stop talking!" She hissed. Her eyes had closed, her face wearing a look of pure concentration.
He couldn't help but marvel at the effort she was putting into the whole experience. He'd expected her to be more business-like somehow. To disapprove of his flippant explanation of their bodies, but she had engaged with the performance in a way he found most..invigorating.
He let his eyes rake her body while she fought to control the desire he could feel building within her. She was without doubt stunningly beautiful. Almost certainly more beautiful than she would ever admit or believe herself to be.
An old fear rose to the surface, that she deserved better than him. And that one day, when better came along, he would be history. Wasn't that what half of her advisors already wanted.
"Leia." He whispered up close to her ear. "Let me do this. Let me show you how good this can be."
He felt her nod, heard the tiny grunt of approval.
He wouldn't make love to her tonight. But he would show her what pleasure felt like.
Nuzzling her earlobe and neck with his lips, he continued to use his fingers to draw her ever closer to the edge.
Leia felt like she was on fire. Flames licked at her body, her face, even her feet.
Involuntary twitches gave her a moment's respite from his ministrations, a second in which to decide to end this, a second which was gone before she could act upon it.
One minute her hands were clutching at him, the next attempting to heave him away, but still he continued his brutally stimulating assault on her.
Panting furiously, desperate for an end but fearing a time when it might be over, Leia sank into the Force.
A million times, it felt at least, Luke had told her that trusting the Force would bring her peace and serenity. All it seemed to give her now was chaos and confusion.
She could feel Han, desperate for her to relax and be the woman he knew she could be but terrified that in doing so he might lose her.
She could feel Chewie, somewhere in the bowels of the Falcon fixing something he'd been wanting to fix for an aeon.
She could feel Luke, struggling to block her increasingly erratic emotions.
She could feel the trees, the lake, the Bakurans. Herself!
"Come on sweetheart, let yourself go." Han urged, before his mouth moved to devour her breast once more.
Then it was upon her, washing over her like a wave of pure, unadulterated...something. Joy? Pleasure? The descriptive was unclear. What was clear was the unbridled sense of release it brought with it.
So that... She reasoned, as she lay gasping for breath. Is what an orgasm feels like!
She felt her breast plop from Han's mouth. His fingers carefully edge their way from her moist insides.
Then he grabbed her, wrapped her in his arms and rolled onto his back taking her with him, his arms about her, his hands fondling buttocks, back and arms. Tangling in her hair, drawing her face to his to kiss her repeatedly, until he finally released her to cradle her against him, a hand tenderly cupping her cheek.
Leia lay quietly absorbing the aftershocks of her climax, wondering whether it was customary to talk or let Han once again take the lead.
She was about to speak, sensing the silence that hung between them was beginning to feel strained, when he pressed a kiss to her forehead and asked. "How was it for you?"
Leia resisted the urge to laugh.
"So that's what all the fuss is about." She stated.
"Yeah." Han chuckled. "Pretty neat, huh?"
"Is it always so...intense?" She asked, twisting her head to look up at him.
The smile that greeted her was disarming. "Oh, Your Worship, you aint seen nothing yet!" He told her.
Lei's eyes fought to open.
"Nice sleep sweetheart?" Han asked.
"Ba!" Lei answered, screwed her face into a ball and sneezed.
"Blessings be with you." He said, wiping a little spray of mucus from her top lip. "You know something sweetie, a guy ever touches you the way I touched your grandma that night, you just better tell me an' I'll make sure he doesn't do it again."
Han's mind went back to the following morning. To when Luke had challenged his friend's seemingly overly ebullient appearance. Han had come back wanting to know if Luke was going to demand to know his intentions toward Leia.
Luke had leaned in confidentially and said. "I know what your intentions are, friend. She needs you. Just don't let her down."
It was only now, having read how Leia had opened herself to the Force that night on Bakura, that he realised what Luke must have meant. What he must have felt.
"Oh well." Han muttered. "No use crying over spent bodily fluids."
He sat Lei on his knee and smiled at her. "You know what I like best about you? You don't answer back. Yet, anyways." He acknowledged with a sigh. "How about we try that word again, huh? G.r.a.n.p.a. G.r.a.n.p.a."
xxxxxxxxxxxx
"I hope Lei's been good." Jaina worried.
"I hope your Dad's been good." Leia mumbled. They were almost at the apartment after spending the day together and both felt relaxed. The sight that assaulted her on entering the home, however, destroyed that feeling in an instant.
Han was lying on the floor, Lei held above him at arms length, being weaved around like she was a skyhopper on half-charge. Lei, meanwhile, squealed with delight.
"What the..." Jaina exclaimed.
"Oh, hi honey, you're home." Han noted, twisting his head to look at the two women.
"What do you think you're doing!" Jaina glared, wrestling her daughter from her father's hands and soothing her. "There, there, sweetie."
"I'da thought that was obvious." Han answered, groaning as he climbed to his feet. "Used to be a whole lot easier getting up when you were a baby though."
"I think what Jaina means is 'the schedule'." Leia said, pointedly.
"Oh, that. Yeah, Lei and me decided we'd wing it." Han replied, rubbing the small of his back as he strode toward the sofa.
"Did you even bother to look at it Dad?" Jaina snapped.
"Sure. But like I said, we decided to do our own thing." He told her, sinking into plush cushions.
"It's called a routine Dad." Jaina barked.
"Jaina, why don't you take Lei and put her down for her nap?" Leia suggested, softly.
"She's had one o' those." Han reported. "When she was ready too, not when the 'schedule' said so. Oh, an' that educational toy. Waste of money sweetheart, she gummed right through it."
"It wasn't supposed to go in her mouth!" Jaina glowered, examining Lei's gums for any sign of damage.
"How about some milk?" Leia offered.
"Ah, now, milk. She really doesn't like the bottled kind. You're gonna have to think about expressing." Han advised.
"Mom!" Jaina mewled.
"An' the puree, if I can make a suggestion, you need to get something a little less acidic 'cos when that stuff comes out the other end...Man! It stinks!" He added.
Jaina glared at her mother who smiled apologetically.
"Han, why don't we go for a walk while Jaina resettles Lei after all her excitement." Leia said.
"My back..." Han started, rubbing at the small of his back again and groaning.
"Will benefit from the stretch." Leia told him through her teeth.
Grudgingly, Han lumbered to his feet and grumbled as his wife forcibly dragged him from the apartment.
"Han, you can't do that to her!" Leia snapped as they walked.
"A 'schedule' Leia! Seriously!" He argued.
"Lei is their daughter. You..we..have no right trying to force our ideals onto either Jaina or Jag." She toldhim.
"Did you see us raising our kids by schedule!" He countered.
"We had a whole bunch of people helping us. Winter, Chewie, Luke, Lando..." She reminded him.
"Lando was more hinderance than help!" Han mumbled.
"My point is they are raising Lei on their own and in their own way. A routine is important to them, possibly because they had no routine when they were small." She offered.
Han grunted his understanding if not his approval.
"Let's be honest, the problem is that the apartment is just too small for so many people. We did say it would only be for a few days." She said, calmly.
"An' it has been!" He complained.
"Did you take time to look at the apartments I picked out?" She asked, her voice indicating she already suspected he hadn't.
"Why do women do that? Why do women always ask questions they aleady know the answer to?" He queried.
"Han!" She wailed.
Their walk had taken them to one of the small parks Coruscant somehow managed to dot around it's major cities. A quiet oasis of green in an otherwise heavily populated and, at times, stifling environment. They picked out a bench and sat, side by side, in the late afternoon sunshine.
"There is a painfully obvious solution to the problem of overcrowding." Leia pointed out.
"Yeah." Han agreed, running a hand through his hair. "But Jaina'd never agree to let Jag move out."
Leia's expression indicated she did not share his amusement. "I'm still entitled to accommodation at the Senate Building." She reminded him.
"No! We talked about this Leia and I said no." He stated.
"We talked about it and I said no." She quoted. "Doesn't exactly sound like a reasonable, adult debate does it?"
Han huffed and puffed out his chest. He'd give her the shirt from his back if she asked but the Senate Building, even for one night, was a step too far in Han's opinion.
"You know, if you don't want us living there because you're afraid I might fall back into the murky waters of politics, that's fine. But if you don't want us living there because you're afraid I might bump into Isolder, then that's just wrong." She said.
"Depends on what you mean by 'bump'!" He said sarcastically. Again, Leia's expression indicated she was far from amused. Han sighed. "Okay, I admit, it is a solution. Not a great one. Not even a half-way decent one really, but it is a solution."
"Think how exciting it would be for Jorj to see where his mother used to work." Leia's eyes sparkled as she spoke. "And it would buy us some time until we found somewhere we could really call home."
The argument was a sensible one, even if it did stick in Han's throat to say so out loud.
Rolling his eyes and fearing that it was something he would ultimately come to regret, Han finally agreed that they should give it a go. If only to give Jorj something to impress his teacher with.