A/N: I have to give a great big fat "merci" to my beta readers: Erin Darroch and Justine Graham (Chapter 2) and Scruffy's Sweetheart (Chapter 3). You three are beyond generous with your time, guidance, and friendship. I also want to thank those of you who have left comments. It is truly thrilling to hear from you all. I must thank my one guest reader who left feedback and made me realize I had to suck it up and get a beta reader. A thousand thank yous!
Leia palmed open the hatch to Han's cabin, about to announce that Chewie and Luke had left. instead she silently switched the door closed and stared at the unexpected sight she spied in the open 'fresher doorway.
Han stood before the sink, hair damp from the real water shower and a towel wrapped around his waist, applying shaving soap to his face. She continued to quietly watch him swirl the round bristle brush over his cheeks and chin, smearing the suds into his whiskers. Occasionally, Han dabbed the brush into a chipped ceramic mug to load it with more foam and scrutinized his reflection in the chamber's mirror.
His lower face resembled a well frosted air cake, Leia mused, as she watched him pick up an old-fashioned straight bladed razor by its Bantha tusk handle from the sink's edge. Its single durasteel blade gleamed; to Leia it looked sharp and as deadly as a rancor's fang.
Mesmerized, she sat on the edge of Han's oversized bunk as he began to shave. He gently scraped the blade against his left cheek in slow, even stokes in the direction of his beard as he held his cheek taut. Once he had cleared one cheek, he rinsed the razor and began to work on the other. Only then did he stop to acknowledge her.
"Enjoyin' the show, Sweetheart?" Han said with a wink before resuming his task. Tilting his head back, he lifted his chin and ran the razor down over his larynx to clear the stubble from his neck.
"You use a straight razor? Not a vibroshaver? Father always used a shaver." As Leia quizzed him, she realized that in two years of living in close company with Han, this was the first time she had witnessed him shaving.
"Nope. Only ever used ones like this. Vibros don't get you as close or smooth of a shave," Han said as he splashed his face with water from the basin and then wiped off the last bits of soap with a towel.
"It looks ancient. Where did you get it?" She murmured, spellbound by his ablutions.
"It was my Bestfather's," he said, using the Corellian idiom before switching to Basic, "umm, my Grandfather's. My mam gave it to me the day I left for Carida," he stated flatly. He said no more as he cleaned the blade, folded it shut and stowed it away in the cabinet behind the mirror, along with any further discussion on the matter.
"Oh? Your Grandfather? Your Mother? " Leia said softly, slightly shocked at this information, and looked at him pointedly for a moment. She wished Han would open up to her about his childhood and time as an Imperial cadet, but she let it pass for now and changed the subject to a decidedly happier topic.
"Luke went back to the barracks and Chewie said he wanted to go hunt. At least, I think that's what he said. So that just leaves us bunking here tonight." A smile returned to her face. "I didn't know you were going to shave so soon," Leia mused, working hard to keep the mischief from her voice as she rose and stepped towards the 'fresher.
"Can't have me goin' to my debriefing with High Command lookin' like I slept with a flock of nerfs or intend to enter your Lotus seraglio," Han teased. He stepped towards her, bending to nuzzle her neck with now smooth cheeks and chin and kiss her gently.
When their lips parted, he reminded her, "I'm the official non-official liaison between the independent freighters and the newly formed Alliance General Services Office."
"I am the AGSO, Liaison Solo," Leia giggled into his mouth, "and I loved the beard."
"I know." He said in a husky whisper as he leaned to capture her lips once more.
But Leia had other ideas and grabbed the towel from around his waist, crowing with glee that she caught him off guard.
"Oh you know, do you?" Leia teased him as he tried to cover his crotch with one large hand and reach for his cover with the other.
"You are in trouble, Princess", he threatened playfully as he watched her sit on the closed lid of the sani with the towel under her. Han abandoned his false modesty and lunged for her, as Leia tried to escape the 'fresher with her prize. He foiled her dash for the cabin by grabbing her arms and pinning her against the sink.
He pressed his warm bare body against hers, letting her feel his growing enthusiasm press into her stomach through the thin material of her dress. Han bent to capture her lips more urgently now, kissing her deeply, his tongue passing over hers. His hands slid down her arms, causing porgflesh to form under his touch, and then he pulled at the belt of her dress, mimicking his earlier actions in the galley.
"No," Leia teased, pushing him back and out of the tiny 'fresher compartment. She laughed at the astonished look on his face. "If I can't have more of the beard, I want this," she said as she stretched out her hands to press her palms against his chest and bade him to sit on the double sized bunk. She knelt before him and traced along his ribs with her fingers, swirling them through his tawny chest hair and then down over the contours of his stomach, feeling his belly contract. Her hands traveled still lower, along the ridges of his groin muscles and finally to his cock. She touched it boldly, stroking it, feeling it grow and stiffen in her eager, prowling hands.
"Leia," he moaned, as she leaned to lick and swirl her tongue. She saw his nostrils flare with each sharp breath he now took. Han groaned as he watched her pleasure him with her tiny war-roughened hands and take the tip of him in her mouth. With one hand resting on his hip, she moved him closer, while her other gripped the base of his shaft and gently squeezed. The pressure of her hand and lips caused a shudder to ripple through his body and his cock to twitch between her ruby red lips.
Slowly, she pulled him completely into her mouth, sucking ever harder. Leia inhaled deeply, savoring the rich musky scent of him. Her ears were filled with the sound of him calling out her name in a long, low cry that bordered on suffering. She loved this, loved the power she had to excite him, to bring him so close to the edge of oblivion. She could feel a ravenous desire flood her own core, which began to tingle as the barest hint of his sweet salty essence hit her tongue and he began gently pistoning his hips.
"Leia, Sweetheart," Han pleaded with her reaching down to stroke her cheek, "if you don't cut that out soon this is gonna come to a fast, one-sided conclusion," he said with a touch of self deprecating humor.
She obliged and eased him from her mouth. Moving to stand before him, with her eyes locked on his, she began to undress, slowly untying her dress and pulling it open to let it slink off her shoulders and fall to the deck plates. She hadn't bothered with her bra and pants after the quick sonic she took when Luke and Chewie's impending arrival interrupted their earlier interlude. She saw the want in Han's eyes escalate as she watched his eyes roam over her creamy bare body as she stepped closer to him and the bunk.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" He asked her as he stood and extended his hand to rove the exposed skin of her belly and breasts before settling at last against her flushed cheek. "Do you know how badly I want to make you … come …"
To be continued!