Based on Your Man by Josh Turner

It was late quiet when Han got back to their apartment. She must still be at work, he thought. Leia worked so often and for so long these days. But, he supposed, it went with trying to build a government. He respected her decision to help with the endeavor but it tended to cut into their time together. The few consolations were they lived together and he was her personal pilot when she needed to go off-world.

Sighing, Han walked through their bedroom to the 'fresher. Stripping down, he stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the grease from the ships he was working on with the new pilots.

He began to wash his hair and thought about how lucky he was to have Leia. A princess and a guy like me. Who'd'a thunk. But here he was, standing in the master bathroom of their Coruscant apartment, sharing their lives together. Theirs. He liked that word. He thought the only being he would ever share anything with was Chewbacca, and what he would share was a very, very short list.

He stepped out of the shower and dried off. The soft terrycloth of the towel was nothing compared to her skin. Oh, gods, just the thought of her skin made him crazy. The fact that he was hers and she was his was probably the biggest turn on of his life. Imagining them lying together, entangled with each other, being with each other, not just two people but lovers, soulmates, best friends. Nothing could compare to the thought of being her man.

Han sighed, realizing that his thoughts gave him another situation to deal with. Suddenly, he heard the front door open.

"Han?"

"In here, sweetheart." He tied the towel around his hips, hoping his condition wasn't too noticeable. He opened the bathroom door to see she was already in the room.

Leia was wearing a long navy dress with a high collar. The black robe that went with it had already been discarded on the chair in front of the vanity.

"Can you get my zipper?" she asked innocently. Han knew full well she was capable of unzipping it by herself, so there must be some ulterior motive. He had a pretty good idea.

He slowly pulled the zipped down, revealing her back. When it was completely undone, he gently pushed the shoulders of her dress down her arms, letting the dress fall to the ground. He kissed her neck and moved his lips to her ear.

"Lock the door," he whispered.

"Already did." She had been planning this.

"Turn the lights down low."

She stepped away to dim the lights and close the curtains. It was late at night but they were on the planet that never sleeps.

She turned around to see him standing there, lust filling his eyes. She sauntered over to him. Placing her hands on his chest she said, "Put some music on. Something nice and slow." She dragged her hands down, almost to the towel, before dragging them back up.

Han blindly reached behind him, looking for the control. When he found it, he briefly looked away from Leia to select a track. He settled on an aubade piece of instrumental music.

The soft, romantic sound washed over them when Han put the control back down and pulled Leia closer.

"It's a good thing we don't have any place to go," she teased.

"Gods, I've been thinking about this all day long," he admitted.

She smirked. "I can tell." She slightly pushed her abdomen against his growing arousal. He let out a small moan.

He fumbled to let her hair down, carefully removing pins before carelessly dropping them on the ground. "I've never felt something this strong. With anyone." He ran his fingers through her now-free hair. "Ever." He leaned down to kiss her, pouring every emotion he had into that kiss. Her hand clung to his back, pulling him closer.

He pulled away ever so slightly and breathed, "I can't believe how much it turns me on just to be your man."

Again, he descended onto her lips. He reached behind her to unclip her bra. She moved her arms to remove it without breaking contact with his lips. She moaned into his mouth when his hands covered her breast. She haphazardly removed his towel and moved her hands up and down his back, up to his shoulders and down towards his rear. His hands suddenly moved, one to the back of her head and the other to her lower back. He lifted her up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing their chests together.

He none too gently dropped her on the bed and appreciated the way she bounced slightly. He assaulted her lips again before moving to her neck.

"There's no hurry," she reminded him.

"Oh don't you worry," he looked down on her with his devilish smirk, "I'll take my time." He placed his lips on her ear and whispered, "Now let's go over what I had in mind."