Han stood with his back against the galley island, shook his head and smiled. He couldn't believe his luck as he watched the woman before him load the Falcon's washing unit.
"Don't look at me like that, your Highness," he said and hooked his thumbs in the arm loops of his black athletic shirt and crossed his long legs clad in matching pants. "You are the one who suggested I cook and you would clean up."
Leia pointed to the ladle next to him and said "Someone has to clean up after you, Flyboy" She smirked back at him as she closed the door to the unit and hit the powerswitch with a decisive thump of her fist and spun around to face him. "Yes, and you certainly agreed to that arrangement rather swiftly, like someone who does not like to do dishes," she said with growing mirth in her voice. "Han, you came in here and all you did was put nerf cubes, vegetables, water, and spices in the Autochef, then poof", and she snapped at his hip with the towel she used to dry her hands, "soup."
"Hey! Hey, I thought you liked my stew?" Han contended with mock hurt as he put his hands on her hips and pulled her against him, "And yeah, I despise washin' up. C'mere." He settled her against his chest and brushed his right hand down her hip as he tried a sly attempt at untying the belt of her dress.
Leia was not going to let him get away with such a clumsy effort to undress her. Batting his hands away, she placed her bare feet atop his and then boosted herself up as she set out on her own mission to distract and disrobe. She kissed his chest just above the collar of his t-shirt and ran the back of her fingers down his face, glanced up to see his hazel eyes close. "Tell me again why you have the … beard," she said and then kissed him on one bare shoulder and tugged at the hem of his tee.
"Mmmmm, oh, right you weren't at the final mission brief," Han murmured, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips before he moved on to the sensitive skin behind her ear. He caught her earlobe gently between his teeth and sucked it before he mapped the shell of her ear with his tongue and his beard rubbed over those tender spots of her throat and he felt her quiver against his body. He answered slowly, more interested in her reactions, "Me and Wedge were posin' as merchants in the Lotus Cluster. Male humans mark their readiness to enter a matrimonial agreement by growing a beard."
"You and Commander Antilles were supposed to be bachelors looking for brides?" Leia quizzed. Her flushed face told him she was both confused by her lack of knowledge on the assignment and enjoying his ministrations
"The cover was fraternal-spouses," Han explained with a raised eyebrow. "C'mon, you're the politician. Polyandry? Helluva culture. Since this place didn't work out, I'm thinkin' Mon, the Generals and you should give it some serious consideration for the next base."
"Yes, of course," Leia smiled as she put the pieces together, "I know the system … generations of low female birth rates, multiple male spouses. Yes, very interesting culture. We definitely have the correct personnel ratios to pull that masquerade off ..." she laughed, and gave his bum a playful squeeze.
Han seized her exploring hands to cut her off, then bent down to scooped her up into his arms before swiveling around and headed for the lounge. "Sweetheart, I've flown from one side of this galaxy to the other," he teased, "and I've seen and done a lot of strange stuff. I've always been for 'to each their own and whatever gets you through the night cycle', but right now there is only one way for me...monogamy."
"Han! ..."
They continued kissing as he walked with her in his arms from the galley to the dimly lit lounge. He gently set her down on the Dejarik table, just long enough to grab a blanket from an overhead compartment and spread it on the cool deck plating. "Yea, thought this would be more comfortable than the couch," he said as he lifted her off the table and onto the blanket with a wink.
"And what are we going to be doing down here?" Leia asked as Han sat with his back against the curved bench and she wriggled into his lap. "What's that word, the Corellian expression 'neck'? Are we going to be "neckin', Han?" she inquired, and he heard equal parts randiness and false innocence in her voice. Han stared at her lips as she spoke the words, unveiled desire coursing through his body. After two years of ramp up, he was still at times stunned that she could affect him with her touch, her eyes, her voice. He watched, mesmerized, as she turned and then pressed her mouth to his. She slowly sucked on his bottom lip before she pushed her tongue between his lips to prolong the kiss, and her fingers traced the patterns of his muscles through his t-shirt.
"You … are as deadly with that mouth ... as you are with a blaster … you are killing me," he said in a hoarse whisper as their lips parted and he stroked her hair.
"I'm not a Jedi Knight," she whispered back and slid her hand on his heaving belly.
"No?" Han questioned and with his quick draw speed, he shifted them and she was on her back, flat out below him. He held her hands to her sides as he knelt over her and began to cover her with neck, shoulders and the tops of her breasts with kisses. He caused her skin to goose flesh as he caressed her throat with his whiskered chin. "Got you, Princess."
"Han ... that …tickles," Leia mumbled and squirmed with anticipation under him as he tugged her dress open. Han gently dragged his mouth down her collar bone, between her breasts, rubbed a cheek across the cups of her thin cotton bra until her nipples were erect and tingling. He bought his mouth to her ear and continued his sensual torment with lips and scruffy face. Breathing hard into her skin, as he continued to kneel over her he felt her twist and buck nearly reaching him with her hips. He broke off and looked into her eyes. He murmured, his voice husky, full of sincerity and hunger, "S'ok? Leia? Should I stop?"
She stared back at him for a heartbeat or two, equally fevered and breathless. "Han, don't stop ...", and reached for the hem of his undershirt, pulled it up and over his head as she lifted herself up to her elbows and shrugged out of her dress completely.
Han leap up as Leia shimmied up against the sofa to watch him shed his loose pants. He paused standing before her, naked save the tight shorts similar to the ones she spied him in at the spring. They hung low on his hips, and were molded to the outline of his arousal. He laced his hands behind his head and surveyed her in nothing but her modest white skivvies, his mind boggled. Desire for her washed over him in waves.
Leia swore she could sense the heat from his body and lust radiating from his gold-green-gray eyes, and it fueled the carnality growing in her own core. Han knelt between her legs, and bowed his head to kiss her mouth hot and deep. Then he rocked back snaking his hands down her leg and lifted a foot to his face, rubbed her instep with his lips. She felt him graze her flesh with the roughness of his beard, and her toes curled as his mouth moved along each one. She met his eyes before he moved along her body to administer the same treatment to ankle and shapely calf. "Han...," she moaned and shivered with pleasure and felt her heart pounding in her ears and in her core.
"I think you like this, Leia ...," he said, his voice low, full of seductive potential. He watched her grip the edge of the blanket as he leaned forward to lift both her legs against his torso to kiss the backs of her knees and upper thighs just below the edge of her drawers, this caused her eyes to flutter. He saw her throw her head back against the lounger as he parted her legs and placed a foot on each shoulder, kissing the tops of her knees, her inner thighs. Back and forth between each leg he kissed, nuzzled, rubbed with soft lips, raspy chin and furry cheeks until he reached her sex. His nose pressed against the gusset of her underthings and inhalled "Mmmm yea Leia, I think. … I think this gets you excited."
Buzz...Ping...Buzz. Somewhere close, Han's commlink crackled to life in a calm stream of Shyriiwook, "/Cub, Little Princess. Young Jedi and I have returned. We are a quarter of an hour from the Falcon./"