Prologue: The Beautiful Dance
Leia looked out the window at the bright lights of the city scape below, lost in thought as she thought longingly of Han Solo. She sensed his presence as he came behind, drawing her back to his chest with his arms encircling her tenderly. He nuzzled her neck, scratching wonderfully with his five o'clock shadow and placed soft kisses from the sensitive spot near her jaw, down to her neckline. She let out a sigh of equal parts content and desire. This, he, felt so right, so good. She tipped back her head to kiss him, hand reaching up to run through his hair. The kiss was intense and sensual as his hands reached into her robe, caressing her lovingly as her pleasure crested. She said his name on a gasp and then turned to face him.
In between slow passionate kisses, loving and fathomless looks into each other's eyes, they slowly undressed each other as they made their way to the bed. They knew each other's bodies, understood exactly where and how to touch. As her pleasure grew, she took a moment to let the love in her heart manifest in her every caress and movement. Leia looked down at Han and threaded her hand into his while they moved as one. "Han" she cried in pleasure as her toes curled and her entire body sang in mind-shattering release.