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Leia disengaged from Luke, turned towards Han, and placed a hand on his chest. She smiled at him with gratitude and admiration. He had stunned her. And she could see how pleased he was about that.

On the Rebel Cruiser, in the middle of the assembly to debrief the members of the Rebel Alliance, the conversation and bustle faded away and they shared a sweet, intimate moment.

Not only had Han become an official member of the Alliance, he was a General. The man who never wanted to commit to anything had just proven his commitment to her. That was Han. He would rather show how he feels than talk about it. He hadn't said it, but he continued to show her that he loved her.

"Come on, General," she whispered, staring up at him dreamily. "Let's spend a little time alone before we have to spend our days wearing clothes and being around people."

His responding smile was warm and his eyes turned dark and seductive. "I thought you'd never ask, Sweetheart."

With his arm around her shoulders and hers around his waist, they fled the assembly without a word to anyone. As they wound their way through the corridors and passed other Rebels, Leia wondered vaguely if anyone was surprised to see her with Han. She had overheard vague rumors in the past, linking Han and herself. She found it maddening and ludicrous at the time. In retrospect, she now wondered if others had seen something between them that she had refused to acknowledge.

Inside her quarters, the door slid shut behind them and they turned to each other in the small, sparse room. Han's tender smile faded as he pulled her close and kissed her longingly. Their encounter on the Falcon had been far too brief.

The slick, slow feel of Han's tongue enthralled her and she pressed her body fully against him, reveling in his responsive moan. She tried to direct him to the small bed against the wall but his feet were planted firmly on the floor and he seemed oblivious to her attempts. She finally wrenched her mouth from his and started laughing. Han looked at her, questioning and uncertain.

"What?" he asked in the tone of someone who wanted to get the joke but simply didn't.

Her laughter petered down to an amused smile. "I was trying to get you to the bed. But you wouldn't budge."

He smirked. "That's like a Jawa trying to move a Wookiee."

"I don't think you're as big as you think you are," she teased.

"You're not as big as you think you are, either." His eyes twinkled into hers. In one quick motion, he picked her up in his arms. In two strides he was lowering her to the narrow bed.

He shrugged his vest off, dropped it to the floor then pulled his shirt over his head. He gestured to her shirt. "This has to go." He motioned towards her pants. "These too." He grinned.

"So, take them off," Leia instructed in a husky voice. She leaned back and waited.

He gave her an adoring look before he began quickly undoing the fastenings of her shirt. She cooperated as he pulled off one sleeve then the other. A soft sound of need escaped him as he caressed the swell of her breasts where they escaped her bra. He removed that too, then moved to the edge of the bed to pull off her boots and toss them aside.

Leia watched him, wanting to rush but also wanting to savor the last intimate moments they would have for some time.

He removed his own boots, then drew himself back up to her. His hot, wet mouth closed on a nipple and Leia cried out, her breath fast and coarse. His smooth touch floated across her sides as he teased first one nipple then the other, his tongue flicking and grazing. One hand glided across the sensitive flesh of her stomach and slid inside her panties. His touch drifted to explore her dusky wetness and Leia inhaled sharply. The word went hazy around her and she could not think, could only feel the tantalizing pleasure.

A finger inside her and Leia tilted her hips fully into his hand, gasping and squirming.

"Leia," Han growled in a sexy timbre and she couldn't wait any longer to have him inside her.

She pulled at his shoulders and Han removed his hand and began sliding her pants down. His own pants were off before Leia realized he was removing them.

Then his mouth was on hers and he drove inside her with a tortured moan that was swallowed by her kiss. He moved inside her with a sensual rhythm. His mouth tore from hers and landed at her throat. She felt his teeth pricking her skin and grew more excited, climbing higher towards that shattering cliff of ecstasy.

"Wait," he gasped, startling Leia. He pulled himself from her and Leia's breath was ragged as she watched him lay on his back and motion her on top of him.

She laughed breathlessly. "For a minute I thought you'd lost your mind."

"You make me lose my mind," he said fiercely as Leia moved over him, spread her legs, and slid down on him slowly, pausing halfway down to tease him. She held herself suspended above him, her mouth open, a glint in her eye.

He grinned wickedly, grabbed her hips and forcefully pulled her down until he was fully sheathed inside her. A sensual thrill jolted through her and a low scream escaped her throat. She vaguely recalled where she was and tried to quiet herself.

Leia rocked above him, their gasps of pleasure mingling in the quiet room. She leaned forward, a hand on each side of Han's head as he lifted his hips off the bed to plunge more deeply inside her. His eyes captured hers and held as the harmony of their movements increased their passion. The intensity of his gaze burned into her and the moment seemed endless between them as their bodies rushed towards climax. His thrusts grew frenzied and her eyes held onto his until she was suddenly lost, her hips moving at a fevered pitch; her eyes closed reflexively as the innermost part of her exploded and shattered into oblivion. In that moment, Han cried out, trembling inside her, driving her to explode all over again until she could no longer take it and collapsed on top of him. She couldn't think, could only feel the decreasing spasms as Han continued to shudder inside her.

They lay intertwined in silence, too weak to speak, both marveling at the intensity of their love-making. When she recovered a modicum of energy, she became serious.

"Thank you, Han," she whispered.

His responding laugh sounded puzzled. "Totally my pleasure."

"Not for that," she chided. "For joining the Alliance."

She lay on his chest, listening to the calming rhythm of his heart beating, a subtle reminder of what she could have lost and how lucky she was. After a full minute of silence, she decided he was not going to answer her. Then his voice rumbled quietly and she could feel the reverberations against her cheek.

"I'm not goin' anywhere, Leia."

It was not the most eloquent declaration she had ever received. But it was the most precious.