Her crying sobs had subsided and the water had been shut off. Han moved away from the door somewhat relieved. He had been standing there warring with himself whether he should go in and try to console her maybe even get through to her while she was willing to be open with her feelings, but he was also aware it could have ended up as sex in the shower just as easily.
He felt pathetic. Even knowing she was using him for sex, he couldn't walk away or stop wanting her emotionally or sexually. She was more addictive than any substance, but he had to try to change things. Hormones still coursing through him, an idea drifted through his consciousness: use her lust and his skills to force her to admit her feelings.
It's not as if he needed her to say she loved him, but there had to me more than whatever this was between them. It was dizzying in the powerful grip their mutual attraction had on him. It was raw and wanting. Sometimes, it was strangely exciting.
Turned out that the Princess had a playful side when it came to sex and just the idea of that had initially delighted Solo. It was the reason for the name games and a few others that showed up now and again. They never spoke about them, but they happened all the same. Every once in a while, something from one of those kinks would show up ever-so-innocently while they were on base and one of them slipped. That type of thing would stay with him for hours afterward unless he 'dealt' with it. Part of his confusion stemmed from the idea that maybe she wasn't slipping at all. Maybe she was walking around in between missions just as achingly charged up as he was and she 'slipped' as her way of relieving just a bit of that build up.
Later, her secret playful side would make him think twice. She was an expert at hiding her emotions and he suspected her games were just another way of doing that. So instead of them sharing a dirty little secret or two, she was finding new ways to keep him at arm's length emotionally while simultaneously being as physically connected to him as possible.
No, there had to be a way to do this differently. Leia had to be thinking along the same lines or she wouldn't have just been crying in the shower. He shook his head to clear it. Damn! Just the thought of possibly having her in the shower had him hard again already.
He took a steadying breath. Dammit! Fix this already!
He slapped the door controls and saw her just walking out of the shower stall.
"You're gonna need another shower, Princess," he said as he stalked towards her as if she were prey. "I'm not done fucking you yet."
Silently, she stepped backwards into the stall as he invaded her space. In moments he had the hot water steaming around them as he pushed her up against the wall.
"You need to be properly punished," he declared wickedly deciding to play to her secret side. "I'm gonna show you just how low-down unworthy pirates like me punish haughty princesses like you."
While he could see the intrigue written all over her face, he also saw confusion cross her features.
"Captain," she began as he ground his erection into her belly. "I never meant to imply –"
"Stow it! I sentence you to twenty lashes…"
He saw her eyes widen slightly with fear. They never hit each other during their escapades beyond a gentle smack on the ass here and there. He bent towards her ear nibbling it lightly as he continued to growl his intentions. "… with my tongue and a proper tongue-fucking of your royalness to make sure you learn your lesson."
True to his word, his tongue lashed each nipple twenty times and another twenty as he slid down her still moist belly and another twenty on her clitoris before his rigid tongue shoved its way inside of her over and over until she convulsed as she gripped his hair in her fingers.
Han stood up giving her a few moments to recover as he took some cleanser from the dispenser and rubbed it between his hands.
"Don't even think I'm stopping there," he began stroking his slickened hands all over her sensual curves the pleasurable friction bringing her back to moaning arousal and making him even harder. "You're just lucky I'm in giving mood."
He lifted her hips up and pressed her into the wall bringing her eye-to-eye with him. "Well?"
"More," she said huskily running her hands through his hair and wrapping her legs around his back.
He could believe how much he wanted her at this moment. Her slick shining body beneath him was sliding around him so sensually he thought he would come at any second.
"I know you can do better than that," he insisted as he poised his cock at her opening and pushed in just the slightest amount before pulling back. The teasing move caused her eyes to roll back and her to grip his shoulders lightly with her nails. Solo held still and waited. He knew she knew this drill. They had played a similar game before, but he was intent on changing the outcome … if he could keep a sense of control.
She looked straight at him and ordered him with authority. "Fuck me, Captain."
Slowly, he slid all the way in causing an intense guttural groan from both of them. Then he slid almost all the way back out and opened his eyes to look at her.
"I'm only moving on your command, Princess. My only rule it is has to be more than one word. I told you, I'm in a giving mood." Han held her eyes and swore to himself to uphold his plan even though it might kill him.
"Fuck me, again."
Again he complied with one thrust. This time before he completed the circuit, she was ready.
"Don't stop."
"Manners, Princess! I'm working for you here," he ordered. How he was keeping his focus was beyond him considering the lightning bolts of pleasure coursing through his veins. This woman and the way he felt while inside of her never failed to bring him to some of the highest levels of arousal and excitement he had ever experienced.
"Please, don't stop."
"More, please, Captain."
"Fuck me more, please."
Hearing her struggling voice hover between ordering him and begging him to do things to her that he ached to do was driving him wild. He was no longer just moving on her command. Their sensual rhythm had become a driving one. He thrust deeply into her while staying in a bare semblance of control, pinning her slippery body to him so closely their faces were only centimeters apart. Their heavy breaths mingled between them as their eyes stayed as locked together as their bodies.
"Do you want me?" He ground out, his voice gravelly.
"Yes." Her deep alto was breathy.
"Tell me," he demanded.
"I want you." She gripped his shoulders harder than before.
"Tell me," he demanded again as he changed his thrust pattern slightly eliciting a whole new look of pleasure on her face. He couldn't let her go over the edge just yet; he wanted her to keep talking.
"Please, don't stop."
"Tell me how much you want me," his own voice struggling and changed the pattern once more.
Leia lost her breath momentarily at the change and ground her hips against him, pulling him to her even more tightly.
"I want you so much. You feel so good."
Han slowed the pace, his breath was ragged, but here was where his plan was either going to pay off or fail.
"Leia," He held her eyes as their lips almost touched as he spoke. "Say my name."
Sex was always more intense and personal when they did that which why they never did it for more than a few seconds at a time. This time they been this way almost from the start and had never left one another's eyes. Han saw the shot of pleasure her name on his lips brought to her.
She hesitated and he thrust up hard and deep in erotic encouragement.
Her eyes closed momentarily at the intensity. "- Han!"
It didn't have the same effect on him that his use of her name had on her, but there was a tingle. She was too hesitant, he decided.
"Again, Leia," he pleaded next to her lips thrusting powerfully again, feeling his climax building quickly. He freed a hand and stroked her breast feeling her aroused erect tip under his palm.
"Han, I want you." She squirmed pleasantly from his skilled teasing of her breast.
He intensified his touch and his thrust seeing how close she was to coming.
"Han… " She grabbed his head and brought her mouth to his, shoving her tongue deeply into his mouth as her climax exploded and shuddered around him, her insides gripping him convulsively.
Her tongue in his mouth caused him to climax so suddenly, he nearly lost his balance. He had never come so hard before and literally screamed into her mouth. As the aftershocks finally left his body, his mouth remained glued to hers. He stayed connected to her as he kissed her back. As spent as he was, he didn't want to leave her mouth now that he possessed it. He wondered very hazily if he could carry her back to bed in this position and just kiss her for the rest of the night.
He relished the way she was holding tightly to him and not pulling back. She swarmed her arms around his shoulders pulling herself tightly to him. She seemed as unwillingly as he to break away.
Fatigued and finally depleted, his legs began to shake and feel exhausted to the point where he was afraid of dropping her. He slowly pulled his lower half from inside of her without ever leaving her lips. Gently, he slid her body down to the floor until her feet were touching. Then he slid his hands back up her sides and over her curves up to hold her face. Ever so slowly, he broke his lips from hers. Gently touching her lips a few more times and gazing happily down at her eyes, he brought his lips up to her forehead and softly kissed her there as he pulled her close to him.
Leia let him hold her as they stood there dripping wet. Then she suddenly seemed to refocus.
"I think I'm clean now." She pulled away from him.
Han let her go, but smiled down at her. He wasn't about to let her ignore what just happened between them.
"That was one helluva kiss."
"You seemed like you needed a good kiss," Leia answered with an unexpected wryness and a shrug. She half-smiled and moved around him to grab a towel to stem the dripping of her long hair. " I was motivated in a way I couldn't resist."
He handed her a second towel for her body and grabbed the last one for himself.
"I could spend all night motivating you, Sweetheart, but you have completely worn me out," he smiled warmly at her. "You coming to bed?"
"Your thoroughness has worn me out, too, Captain. I just need dry my hair."
"Don't take too long," he pleaded. He wanted to go to sleep holding her in his arms. It wasn't something he ever actually desired to do with woman before. He had felt so connected to her a few minutes ago. He already missed that connection and wanted some semblance of it back.
"I won't," she reassured him already engaging the drying cycle of the sonics.
He remade the bed and made a conscious decision stay fully naked and not to pull on a fresh pair of shorts. He wanted to be as close to her as possible and feel her skin next to his.
Normally on missions, he like to be in state of readiness in case something came up. He chuckled to himself about the sexual application of that versus the normal mission reasons. With is blaster safely tucked under the pillow, he got into bed and waited on her. He hoped she would come to the same conclusion as he about sleeping naked. Or at the very least, go with his initial demands that he didn't like her sleeping in clothes.
A few long tired minutes later, she emerged from the fresher with the towel wrapped around her body. He watched her as she walked over to the cabinet where her travel pack was and he sighed hoping she would take the hint.
"Don't worry, Hotshot," she reassured him as she took off the towel and hung it on a hook next to the cabinet. She turned to face him in her naked glory. "I know you like me to sleep naked."
"I'm glad to see you were paying attention." Han smiled contentedly as he watched her cross the room and climb into bed with him. He turned off the lights and rolled half on top of her. He dropped soft, slow feathery light little kisses onto her lips taking great pleasure in each one, but vowing to himself not to start something he couldn't finish. Plenty of time to kiss her after some sleep.
"You're so beautiful," his voice rumbled sexily.
"You're not bad yourself, Captain Gorgeous," she said dreamily. "But I'm really need to get some sleep."
He ever-so-lightly brushed her lips one last time. "'Night, Princess."
"Goodnight, Han," she breathed in a whisper.
He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. They both drifted quickly into a satisfied sleep.