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After days of delays, Han and Leia were finally on their way, alone, to Ord Mantell. Han had a very bad feeling about this mission after the bad luck they had before they had even departed, and was fighting a nasty mood. Luke had been delayed twice as his scouting mission had been extended to investigate possible Imperial drones in and around the Anoat sector (they hadn't found any). Then Chewy had come down with a terrible case of Vorkian Flu (which thankfully didn't seem to pass to humans) and was being held in isolation in the Med bay for another two weeks. Janray Tessime had then been delayed taking footage of a Rebel raid on Ithor that Luke and the Rogues were assigned last-minute to lead on an Imperial Weapons warehouse, and that had delayed the mission three more days. And to cap it all off, Leia made a much better lover than listener and would not consider Han's repeated requests to postpone the mission further so Han could wait for Chewie to travel with them.

Finally, just to get the damn mission started, Leia had suggested Luke and Janray borrow a ship from the raid party and fly directly from Ithor to Ord Mantell, which would only be a few hours via light speed, and Han and Leia rushed to pack and get the Falcon ready for the trip. Planning this mission felt harder than the one she made up on the fly to rescue the guys from Lorel Minor three weeks ago. After the third delay, she hadn't been above buttering up Crix Madine by congratulating him for making General after his "Operation Girl Power" brilliance from a few weeks ago in order for his Intelligence Team to work with their contact to change the time and date of their meetup yet again.

Han looked at Leia in the co-pilots seat. He was annoyed with her, but she had become a very capable co-pilot and had managed to learn the ins and outs of his highly-modified ship. And she was incredibly hot and he was squirming with the effort of keeping everything light and not blurting out that he was madly in love with her, which just pissed him off more. He was supposed to be the emotionally unavailable one in a relationship, or whatever they were!

"Preparing to make the jump to hyperspace in 3, 2, 1." They felt the acceleration and saw the hypnotic line of stars whizzing by.

"Hey, are you ok? I haven't seen you grumpy in a while. Not since..we started…." Leia touched his arm.

"I'm not grumpy. I'm going to get kaffe." Han stood up in a huff and stomped out.

"Well this is off to a great start," Leia sighed and followed after him.

"Han! What is your problem?" Leia demanded.

"There's no problem. Why would there be?" Han huffed while he sulked with hunched shoulders over the kaffe maker.

Leia sighed again, not wanting to fight. She had been looking forward to getting him alone in his bunk all morning. She wasn't entirely shocked that she simply could not get enough of Han. It would be more accurate to say she was completely wild for him. All the time! She had suspected their chemistry could be hot in the early days of their acquaintance, when she could just barely and grudgingly admit she found him handsome and sexy and yet she detected an undercurrent of heat in their interactions. She further suspected it after their first kiss on that pathfinding mission, and then once they started making out, she knew that just wasn't enough. But nothing had prepared her for her insatiable desire once they started sleeping together. When they were apart, it was all she could think about, and when they were together she wanted to stay buried in him all night.

What had been the most pleasant surprise was how much she enjoyed spending time with him and how thoughtlessly easy it was to be affectionate with each other. Since they didn't talk about feelings and he wasn't pressing her for a real relationship, she could just…be herself around him. These days she was resembling someone a lot closer to the pre–Death Star person. More open and fun. She honestly thought she would never feel so much again after Alderaan and the Death Star. Hadn't wanted to feel anything, but she liked what she had with Han.

They had both opened up about their pasts more, exchanging funny stories and laughing. Han increasingly lowered his guard and she confirmed what she had long-suspected. The frustrating scoundrel who obscured himself behind the cocky bravado and smirk was kind, complex, giving and brilliant. She knew she was in love with him, had finally decided so after the first night they had spent together. But she had become so accustomed to keeping everyone out that she didn't know how to move forward with him. Every day she continued to battle the desperate, clawing fear of loss. So for now, she would keep it simple, let her actions do the talking, and just enjoy him.

It had all been going great until this morning when he had greeted her sullenly and given her a half-hearted kiss once she'd boarded the Falcon.

"C'mon..don't shut me out. Use your words." She nudged him from a foot away. She realized this was rich coming from her, who felt like she was being force choked every time she had to talk about how she felt, but she was hoping he wouldn't call her out on it.

Han took a deep breath, as if he needed to gather the strength to face his mortal enemy. His face was still unreadable. He looked like he was about to say something, but closed his mouth into a tight line.

Leia had sidled closer to him, running her hands lightly up and down from his chest to his belt line which she now knew made him crazy. She saw him start to relax a little.

"Well let's have it. The sooner we fight, the sooner we can have make-up sex. We have ten more hours totally alone."

That got a smile out of him. He appeared to battle with himself about giving into her before catching her eye with a predatory glint that gave her chills and heated her up simultaneously.

"Remind me to fight with you more often, Princess."

He leaned over her and bit her neck, not entirely gently.

"Han, you just bit my neck!" She was trying to decide if she was offended or had liked it.

"It looked tasty and I'm mad at you. And I'm not sorry I did it."

"Well I might let you do it again if you tell me why you're mad at me."

Han heaved a great sigh, affecting a bored look.

"I told you. I have a bad feeling about this mission. And don't tell me it'll be fine. You haven't been listening to me. 1. I don't have Chewie, 2. Ord Mantell is crawling with Imps, and 3. We have no one to keep watch for us and back us up if it all goes to hell."

"Han, I'm sorry that you felt I wasn't listening to you. I was listening, I just don't agree with you about the level of danger. But besides cancelling or postponing the Mission, what can I do to make you feel better about it?"

"I was thinking about it after you left this morning, and I think we need a third team on the ground that is there for backup. People that will blend in and aren't as recognizable as us. We don't interact with them, but they help keep watch so no one can get the jump on us."

"Ok, that's a great idea. Who do you want? I'll make it happen"

"Thank you. Would it be weird for you if Sana was there?"

"No, not at all. I like her and she'd be good on this Mission. And she knows we are sleeping together, by the way."

"What! How? I didn't take you for the kiss and tell type."

"I'm not! She saw me in the women's locker room the morning after our first night together and she caught me replaying the highlights and looking enormously pleased and relaxed. She took one look at me and whispered, 'You kriffed Han Solo. I told you you wouldn't be disappointed.' I of course blushed to my roots and walked out before she tried to pump me for details." Leia laughed at Han's pleased grin.

"Anyway, who else?"

"Antilles for sure…who else is good at surveillance that's already on Hoth or the raid on Ithor?"

"Evaan Verlaine. She's a total badass."

"Can we pull the third team together fast enough?"

"Let me get in touch with Rieekan and Madine. I think so. Hey, are we ok now?"

"We? I like the sound of that." Han raised his eyebrow at her provocatively as he put his arms around her.

"Shut up Flyboy, you know what I mean. I'll go make that call." Leia reached up to kiss him before leaving to get in touch with the two Generals. What was intended to be a quick kiss quickly grew passionate and desperate. Han was halfway through unbuttoning her blouse when she remembered she needed make that call and stepped away from him gasping.

"First the call, then that." They both breathed heavily with desire.

"Oh, and Hotshot?"

Han looked up at her.

"I've been meaning to tell you. I've had a long-time fantasy of you and me in your Captain's Chair."

"Fucking hell woman, you are going to be the death of me," Han growled with a dangerous smolder.

Leia looked at him with naked hunger and she turned and walked to the comm station before she got distracted again.

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Leia quickly filled Han in on her efforts from the co-pilots chair. Madine and Rieekan had readily agreed to the audible Han had called on the Mission and were scrambling Antilles (who would travel as Luke and Janray's pilot) since he was on the Ithor raid with them, and Sana and Evaan would arrive about four hours after the rest of them from Hoth. They had scheduled a holoconference for 4 hours from now to run through logistics once more with the entire team.

Han felt much better about the Mission with the addition of the surveillance team. He had high confidence in their abilities, and it felt like less pressure on him to guard Leia, Luke, and Janray. Well Leia could take care of herself, but Luke and Janray were somewhat green on these types of Missions.

Leia moved from Chewie's chair to lean against the console in front of Han.

"You feeling any better about this op now?"

"Yeah, I wish Chewie was here, but the third team makes me less antsy."

He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her towards him so she was standing between his legs.

"Now, tell me about this fantasy of yours." He smiled at her hungrily.

"Well," she said as she stooped to suck on his ear lobe. "Let me show you."

She put her arms on his shoulders as she straddled his legs. She picked up his hand, lacing her fingers with his and squeezing before she moved his hand to her breast. He sucked in a breath when she made open mouthed kisses that followed the progress of her hands unbuttoning and removing his shirt.

He was half mad with need at this point and she finally lowered herself down to his lap and found him very ready for her as she pressed against him. Han groaned at the friction and frantically ripped her shirt open, roughly tossed off her bra and feverishly squeezed and kissed her while she reached for his belt buckle to free him. He yanked her pants down enough to give him access.

"Fuck me, Captain!" Leia demanded desperately as she sank down on him and they both gasped out in pleasure.

"Holy shit," Han breathed as his eyes rolled back into his head. He almost lost it at the erotic use of "Captain", and then again as Leia immediately came powerfully around him. He proceeded to lose his mind completely as his need for her consumed him. Han gripped her shoulders from behind her back for leverage, and she held on for dear life in a wild and frenzied sprint to the finish. They cried out in unison at their joint climax.

After, Leia sat dazed as she rested her head on Han's chest, his heart still pounding as he sat boneless in his chair.

"Fuuuuck," Han panted, appreciatively.

Leia managed to lift her head enough to kiss his chest in agreement.

"Leia, you're a walking fantasy. 'Fuck me Captain?' I could die happy right now. I could worship you at your feet," He whispered reverently in her ear.

Leia laughed and buried her head in his chest with a groan, somewhat embarrassed she had actually said that part of her favorite fantasy out loud.

"What's next on your list?"

"Dejarik table. You go down on me."

"So hot, and also on my list" Han groaned in anticipation.

"What else is on your list?" Leia asked.

"You doing the same to me, also in the Captain's Chair." Han glanced down to catch her reaction.

She ran her fingers lazily up and down his thighs before grinning slyly. "That's on my list too."

After a few minutes huddled in each other's arms in comfortable silence and bliss, Leia sat up so she could look Han in the eye.

"Han, did you say you could worship me at my feet?"

"Yep"

"Does that have anything to do with that awful name you call me?"

"Yes, Your Worship," he teased as he started kissing her neck worshipfully.

"Huh…," She said thoughtfully, smiling as she decided she didn't hate that nickname, after all.

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