Leia lay sprawled on top of Han, huddled under a blanket in her bunk. She was totally spent from their fourth time that night (or, well, ever). She felt deliriously light and happy, as if she had shed 50 kilos of stress and angst in the past few hours.
"Han," Leia whispered as her fingers absently stroked circles on his shoulder.
"Mmm?" Han grunted back, fighting sleep.
"Why did we wait so long to do this?" She lifted her head to rest her chin on his chest to look at him.
"If I'da suggested it even last week, you woulda kicked my ass."
"Probably true - but with great reluctance. I wouldn't have wanted to damage that pretty face of yours. Seriously, this has been building for months. What is wrong with us?"
Han smiled at being called pretty. He'd been called a lot of things, but pretty wasn't one of them.
"Dunno Sweetheart, guess we're fucking idiots. We could have had years of this." He glided his hands up and down her back before playfully smacking her butt.
Leia let out a soft chuckle and scooted forward to kiss his neck.
"You have to go back to the Falcon before everyone wakes up. I have a virginal princess appearance to keep up."
Han laughed at that. He had long suspected under the reserved veneer Leia wore in public was a passionate woman. His frequent imaginings hadn't come close to the reality of her as a lover. He had been somewhat fearful she would be transactional and withholding when she said she didn't want to discuss feelings or commitments, but she had been exactly the opposite. She was passionate, fearless, affectionate, and fun. And definitely not virginal if the multitude of positions and ways they had got each other off was any indication. It had been the best night of Han's life, and he was confident that it had been great for her too. Gods, he loved this woman. If only she was ready to hear it.
"Give me five more minutes and we can have a goodbye round."
"Mmm, tempting but I can't."
"Cuz you have to protect your virginal reputation?" He pulled her up him so he could kiss her.
She sighed contentedly before cupping his face in her hands and leaning over so she was centims above his lips and dramatically shook her head.
"No, because you broke me. I'm out of order."
Han let out a surprised laugh, looking absolutely delighted with himself.
"Should I make you an out of order sign that says busted…"
"Han Solo don't you dare finish that sentence," She interrupted him before silencing him with a steamy kiss.
With a sigh she rolled off him, trying to stay under the warmth of the blanket. She gently pushed his arm.
"C'mon, Hotshot, you have to go."
"Alright, alright, I'm going. Hey, Leia." Han rolled on his side to face her, his hand tucking her hair behind her ear before he kissed her neck seductively. "When can I give you more orgasms?"
Leia arched an eyebrow at his (well-deserved) cockiness and cackled. Cheeky bastard.
"I'll find you…You have a desk in your cabin, right?" She said in a sultry alto.
Han's eyes once again filled with lust, appreciating her naughty idea. He gave her one more impassioned kiss before leaving the bed and gasping at the frigid temperature.
"Don't get caught, ok?"
"Worship, I'm an expert at sneaking out of beds."
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" She smiled sleepily at him as he zipped up his parka and moved to her door.
"Han," she said lightly. He turned around to look at her. Half dreading she would change her mind and deny this ever happened.
"I enjoyed last night…and the orgasms" Leia shot him an unguarded, absolutely radiant smile full of mirth that shot straight to Han's formerly cold heart (and other places) and left him breathless.
Han usually had a smirk or a scowl. He hardly ever laughed deep and free. It was a good day when he let go, tossed his head back in an unguarded belly laugh, as he did now.
"Me too, Princess. Get some sleep." He gave her one final lopsided grin before he palmed open her door, checked that the coast was clear, and swaggered off.
Before Leia drifted off for a few hours of well-earned sleep, she thrilled at what a marvel Han Solo had been as a lover. He was warm, generous, ardent, and oh so skilled. It felt like an embarrassment of riches compared to the very few lovers she had been with before the Death Star. And the best part was, she didn't feel herself panicking or shutting down at the thought of more nights in Han's arms. Completely sated, she drifted off into a dreamless and deep sleep.