Some technical difficulties this week and some other stuff, but it's a double long chapter to make up for it. Happy Weekend!

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Chapter 12: Office? What Office?

Solo snapped the lid shut on the casing for the coolant system. He had finished that in record time with Chewie's help. He was in a good mood. A damn good mood. The work on the Falcon had progressed nicely for a change and things with Leia were looking up. He knew he got to her the other night. He had played every romantic card he could think of and bet it all. It had been a serious risk. There was every reason for her not to go for it except that she did.

Nonetheless, it surprised him. She never talked about it, but considering her background and experiences in life, Leia had been around enough men in her time. He was sure of it. Besides Luke's naïve crush, Solo had seen it happen with his own eyes a few times and it incited a riot of jealousy within him. He could only imagine how many admirers tried their luck before he knew her. A stunning woman like her was sure to plenty of attention from all kinds of males. It was one of the reasons he never really thought he ever had a chance with her at all when they first met. While, the spark between them had been unignorable and he had been unstoppably attracted to her from the beginning, it amazed him even today she had been willing to look at him twice.

His Corellian Luck had shined on him again. The haughty-masked Alderaanian Princess was not immune to his charms after all. Solo doubted the nature of their day-to-day interaction would ever be smooth, he had come to see their clothed contentiousness for foreplay that it was.

He was proud of himself for his seductive achievements in his quest for her relaxation and happiness. Not only had she needed it, he relished seeing it happen in front of his eyes. As if it was not only due to his efforts, but a secret side opening up just for him. A very captivatingly alluring side. Watching her sigh in bliss as her muscles relaxed under his fingers, her personality turn softer as she shed her public persona and gave him a glimpse of her private self. He fell for her all over again.

Solo smiled thinking of her nuanced manner when she said she hated him. It told him everything he needed to know. She was surrendering her emotions. No doubt about it. He won the battle that night with her and was on the way to winning the war.

The Princess wasn't the only one losing his control over emotions. He couldn't stop obsessing about her. Since then, Chewie had been a bucket of cold water reminding him of the Falcon's immediate needs and even Luke had wandered over to lend a hand yesterday knowing their crunched timeline. With Skywalker's help, they were now on target for liftoff. Time for a break.

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Leia had not stayed with him that night. It wasn't more than a few minutes before she was up dressed and striding purposefully back to her quarters. She had cleaned up and put on a fresh uniform and tried not to think. Not about Han and not about a relationship with Han.

She had been trying not to think for the last two of days now. Trying. Mostly, she was succeeding, but there was a fair amount of failing within that success. Thankfully, Solo had not come into her orbit or she would have been failing much more.

Luke had told her that Chewie and Han were working feverishly all day yesterday and night trying to prep the Falcon for Ord Mantell and for Hoth where they would be landing after the mission. She hadn't seen Solo in passing today either. Not that she would unless she left the Command Center or he came looking for her like the other night. It didn't help she spent time every hour wishing he would turn up and saddened that he had not.

The Alliance needed all of her focus now more than ever and she couldn't stop herself from thinking about him. Crews were already on Hoth and carving out the base. Another large group was scheduled to leave in less than a standard week. It would be a logistical nightmare to run two bases so far apart, but it had to be done.

Leia sat in the meeting room listening to the Generals and the other two members of the High Council on base going through their roundup of various issues and planning the move. As much as she was trying to pay attention to the information being discussed, her mind was elsewhere. Specifically, it was back in the Millennium Falcon's Captain's cabin.

Hopefully, she was keeping her face and demeanor appearing interested and alert to what was going on in front of her while visions of Han danced through her mind making her heart beat faster and her lower regions remind her of what it felt like to be with him. Leia mused how it aroused her when he spoke erotically to her and about her. It stroked chords of desire in her, making her feel wanted, craved, and necessary as air to him. It still shocked her how much she enjoyed it. Then again, it astonished her how much she wanted to be craved by him like that.

She was in a love/hate relationship with Han Solo and he had no idea. More accurately, she had no idea what he knew and what he didn't. On certain levels, she had meant it when she told him she hated him. Although it had come out playfully sarcastic, Leia thought Han might have understood the undertones of it at the time. The one exception was that it also meant she loved him. Did he know?

Being so swept up in their arousal, she wasn't fully aware of it at the time. It wasn't until after while he was holding her that she fully understood. That evening had started out with her feeling aggravated at the idea of being with him. She couldn't have known he make that sort of effort just to make her feel good. It amazed her enough to let her guard down just long enough for it all to happen. She had never felt like that. She never knew she could.

Up to that point, her clarity was meager in comparison. She had come to understand the more she tried to ignore her deep emotions using sex to release the lust, the more the sexual tension had built up. Trying to take all of the taboos away from had not helped either, quite the opposite as a matter of fact. It invigorated Solo's pursuit of a true relationship between them. None of it mattered because thinking she could outsmart it had brought her here and left her a lovesick mess. Now, she just ached to be near him. It was never far from her mind that he would leave. He wasn't a part of them the way she needed him to be. He would never consent. She had tried so many times, she was nearly out of breath on it. But these feelings, this hate, this love, could not be simply ignored. It had to find the surface. Time for a new plan.

She would truly let go like he originally asked and let it play itself out. They had been burning bright for some time, if she went all in without trying to hold back, there was still a chance it would fizzle. It wasn't as if he asked her to confess her feelings for him. She still didn't have to act on them. So she would take this where he wanted it to go and she would see it for what it was. Meanwhile, she would figure out a way to shorten the timeline. That would be good.

The center of her thoughts strode into the meeting and directly over to her. Her eyes went wide momentarily as her heart skipped a beat, but the rest of her froze. Aching or not, this was not the time for this.

"There's something urgent you need to take care of," he leaned down and whispered.

"Now?" She whispered back clearly not happy with his timing as he nodded. Her whisper became more irritated, "Seriously, Solo-"

Han pulled on her chair encouraging her to get up as he turned to address the rest of the meeting attendees. "Uh, sorry to interrupt. Something suddenly came up."

General Steaquis on the holo seemed most displeased. "We're in a meeting, Captain Solo. Either it can wait or someone else can take care of whatever it is."

Han smiled with mock regret. He never did like that guy. "'Fraid not. This needs the Princess's direct personal attention immediately."

Leia looked toward the others at the table as she stood up. "Excuse me everyone. I do have to deal with this." She threw a meaningful look at Solo, and smiled sarcastically. "But it shouldn't take long."

Han obviously understood her slight and looked a bit offended. He picked up her datapad and made a point of handing it to her. "Actually, Princess, this is going to take longer than you think."

Without another word, both of them headed out of the door and down the hall.

"The Falcon?" She said in a businesslike manner of efficiency.

"Where's your office?"

"I don't have one." Her tone was clipped, obviously not happy with his insolence back there.

"Where is it, Princess?" He asked again stepping closer to her. It's probably where she had been hiding out from him before the other night. It half-surprised him that he didn't already know. Normally, it was one of the first things he made a point to find on each base. Then again, when they had arrived here, he was still in the mode of trying to convince himself that he was leaving. So, not knowing where her office was left out the temptation to pursue her. Or so he thought.

"I don't have one." Leia walked toward the hanger and insisted on sticking to her story.

As they came to a juncture, he stepped in front of her and stared her down with hands on hips and eyebrows raised expectantly. Han guessed she was probably afraid of getting caught. To him that just upped the ante.

She cradled her datapad to her chest and returned his stare. Seeing he wasn't budging, it wasn't long before she confessed. "I don't ever use it."

"Then let's go break it in." Han's smile crept up his face with wicked intent. This was gonna be fun.

She looked around for anyone within earshot. "Wouldn't you rather go back to the Falcon?"

Knowing he was going to pay for this stunt, he moved to stand behind her. Chastely, he laid his hands on top of her shoulders as if to direct her and leaned down to whisper in her ear surreptitiously. He kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear knowing nobody could see him do it. "I can't wait to go anywhere else. I want you now, Leia."

He felt the aroused shiver as it waved through her body. He knew that particular spot was very sensitive to his Solo brand of magic. It had worked every time so far.

Leia took a breath and stared straight ahead as if nothing was amiss. "We take a right from here, third door on the left."

Han smiled to himself triumphantly. Every… time…

Solo managed to keep his hands off of her until the door closed behind them. As soon as she turned around, he was on her in an instant. He pushed her up against the door and kissed her long and deep. Her datapad fell to the floor with an echoing clang breaking the screen and the kiss.

Leia looked at him angrily. "You're paying for that!"

"Better start a tab. I'm gonna be breaking a lot more." He nodded toward the desk.

"Captain, don't you dare!"

He spun her. "You know what happens when you call me that, Sweetheart."

Again, he claimed her mouth picking her up and crushing her to him in an all-consuming kiss as he did the night before. She was going to be thoroughly versed in all of his skills before this adventurous bet of theirs was through.

By the time they were standing next to the desk, Leia was already breathless. However, she managed to put a hand up between them and separate from him.

"Let me clean this off before you break something important."

Solo could tell she had spent significant time in her office after all as evidenced by the desk full of various items. She grabbed a few other things and walked them over to the corner of the room leaning down to put them on the floor. Han picked up the last couple of things and followed her, never taking his eyes off of her posterior.

"Sure. Gives me time to admire the view."

She stood up, leaned a hand on her hip and smirked. "The least you could do is return the favor, Flyboy."

He winked at her before bending over slowly. "I always knew you couldn't keep your eyes off my rear view."

She stepped up behind him and caressed his buttocks as he stood up and then wrapped her hands around to his groin. "Your front's not so bad either."

He reached back with his long arms, splayed his hands over the curve of her buttocks and he let her wind her hands up his chest and back down again enjoying the feel her breasts pressed against his back.

"This is good, but I want more." He turned in her arms and pulled her close. Reaching up to take her face in his hands, he kissed her gently for a moment and pulled back to look into her eyes.

"Leia, I want you tonight."

Puzzled, she smiled up at him. "You haven't even had me now and you already want me tonight?"

He gently stroked his thumbs along the wisps of hair in front of her ears simultaneously causing the Princess to close her eyes from the indulgent tenderness. He followed with a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Yes." Then planting gentle kisses down her nose and finally on her mouth. "I want you to stay with me tonight." He kissed her earlobe and gently darted his tongue into her ear for a moment before whispering, "All night. I want to hold you."

Again she visibly shivered from his actions, but she didn't open her eyes or move. "That's not part of the deal, Haa-nn-"

Her voice gave out to a low moan as he worked his wet mouth down her neck. He wanted her. All of her. It wasn't the first time he told her. He knew his best bet was to continue showing how great it could be between them if there were more than just sex. He would take her now to satisfy his craving built up from daydreaming about her and then he would make love to her tonight, hold her, be sweet to her. Show her the love his heart ached to give her. After his seduction of the Princess the other night, but his gut told him that she felt the same way he did, but he knew her inclination was to hide from her feelings. She needed more from him and he planned on playing the part of her romantic lover to the hilt. This was a very real game for him and wasn't used to losing.

"Is that a 'yes'? He swished his lips gently back and forth along the other side of her neck lingering in the spot that he knew was extra sensitive. Unlike the passageway, he took his time knowing they were hidden away from prying eyes.

Leia gripped his torso for support as gasp of pleasure escaped, then pushed him off her slightly so she could speak. "Fine, but you don't get to use that little maneuver against me again and this bet ends on the last day of the Ord Mantell mission. Got it?"

"What?!" He stopped and froze in place. They were scheduled to leave in a standard week!

"You heard me."

"Why do you think you can just change the terms like that, Your Worship?"

"For starters, you breaking into a top level meeting…" She paused and looked pointedly at him. "… again..." Leia crossed her arms determinedly. "… was never part of the deal."

"You did agree to whenever." He had a bad feeling about this. He was going to have a hard time wiggling out of that one unless he thought fast.

She pointed at him accusingly. "And you agreed to complete discretion."

He looked offended. "I was discrete!"

Leia glared at his ability to say that with a straight face. "'Something suddenly came up needing my personal and immediate attention'?" She shook her head in anger. "They're probably still talking about it right now. You could've waited a few more minutes and spared me the embarrassment along with that stunt in the passage."

"Look, it got you out of there, didn't it? Don't play High and Mighty with me, Your Highnessness. I saw you through the door. You looked like you were a million parsecs away." He leaned closer in challenge. "I bet you were thinking about me, weren't ya'?"

"Your arrogance isn't helping your argument, Flyboy."

Solo watched her set her mouth into a grim line. She wasn't going to back down without a major fight which would threaten everything they had built so far. He had to stop this freefall and he had to stop it fast.

"Ok, you win. The bet ends on the last day of Ord Mantell, but I'm only agreeing if you stay with me overnight tonight and you admit that you liked it that I showed up and pulled you out of the meeting."

Solo watched her thinking it over and swore he felt her mollifying, but could tell she didn't want to give in so easily. It's not like he was happy with the new arrangement, but it had to mean he was hitting close to the mark to make her so desperate for reasons to stop the bet early. Even if the bet ended, it didn't mean they had to end, just the bet. There was still hope they would reach a certain level where she would want to be with him without the cover of the bet.

He gently stroked his hands down her shoulders to her elbows, coaxing her arms to uncross. He picked up her hands and kissed each one in turn. "C'mon, you know I'll make it worth your while."

A light blush of embarrassment graced her features. "I'll stay with you tonight."

Han pulled her closer and squeezed her encouragingly. "And?"

"And… I'm glad you showed up to pull me out of the meeting."

"Good." He started ran his hands up and down her body and began undoing the fasteners. "How soundproof do you think this place is?

"Why?" Leia suddenly looked nervous at being reminded that the Command Center was not far down the hallway and it was a hallway that was relatively well-traversed.

Han said nothing this time. He just kissed her deeply until they were both breathing hard. He crushed her even closer and spoke brokenly as they repeatedly sought out one another's lips, "Thinking about - got me – so hard. Had to - have you, Princess."

He sat her on the desk and her arms naturally locked behind her to hold herself up. He stepped in between her legs and unfastened her shirt pulling the halves of it to her sides, his eyes gleaming as her breasts burst out. Using one hand to hold her, he encouraged her to arch her back up toward him as he leaned over taking a breast into his other hand. Gently massaging to fullness of her breast, he licked a small wet circled around her nipple before slicking his tongue directly over it.

Leia wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer luxuriating in the attention. Then he pulled away ever so slightly, pursed his lips and blew on it, delighting in the instant hardening. Immediately afterwards covering the aroused tip with his generous soft lips and sucking while his tongue flicked over it back and forth.

With a moan, Leia was compelled to grab his head and keep it in place. "Don't stop."

A few long more moments of attention and he pulled his head up on his way to her other breast.

"Mmm, you like that? Just wait. I've been hungry for you all day."

"No… later…you can do whatever you want." She managed to whisper huskily as she pushed to sit up and grabbed at his blaster rig. "I don't want to wait."

She had it off in seconds as he teased her ears with his tongue and kept whispering dirty little nothings into them. Next came his pants, she quickly pulled them open and unleashed his erection. She stroked him a few times almost doubling him over for a moment.

His entire face animated in his aching want for her. "I love your hands on me, Princess."

He pulled her head to his mouth and invaded it with his tongue, kissing her hard. She moved her hands up to his shirt and pulled it open, spreading her hands over his shoulders and chest.

Han pulled her hips to the edge of the desk, pulled her legs up to his shoulders and entered her in one swift stroke, causing both of them to lose their breath. He loved the pleasure lighting her face and it increased his desire, making it his thoughts raw and hungry. "You like it when I fill up your hot wet little royal cunt?"

Her head fell back. "Yes…"

He began to thrust. "All I can think about is you… wearing my shirt… oil all over you… my hands on you… you know how much I want you?"

She opened her eyes and held onto his neck. "Tell me."

Just that simple command made him want to come. Instead he laid her back on the desk pushing her to the middle and climbing on in between her bent knees. His voice was a low growl, animalistic. His eyes were dark and wild. "I want to fuck you every hour of the day. Just thinking about you makes me hard." He re-entered her and they both felt a fresh round of jolts throughout their bodies. "You feel so incredible I have to fight not to come as soon as I'm inside of you."

Leia was breathing harder than ever and her moaning was growing louder, but Han was not about to back off. He continued to grind into her the pleasure blasting through his veins with every thrust. He covered her mouth with his hand as her orgasm became noticeable.

Finally realizing she was moaning into his palm, her eyes widened at the realization. She gripped his shoulder and mumbled his name into his hand.

He took his hand away. "Door's unlocked."

"Don't care." She thrust up into him encouraging him. "Don't you dare stop."

"Never…" was all he could get out before his thrusts were out of control and he bucked crazily into her.

A few minutes later, they stood face to face assessing one another. Han refastened her uniform blouse after noticing it was out of kilter. She made a pretense at swiping his unruly hair back into some semblance of order. It was strangely affectionate and the oddness wasn't lost on either them.

Once put back together enough to be presentable in public, Han popped a quick kiss on her forehead and tapped a finger under her chin. "Remember, Sweetheart, tonight your mine."