A/N: I"MMM BACK! Yes readers, I am back with a lot of inspiration! Want to know why? Well…mostly cuz I got into graduate school so I don't have to stress any more yippee! So to celebrate, I am going to make Han and Leia do naughty things Enjoy and review

Leia couldn't have looked more beautiful and vulnerable and naughty at the same time. There she was, on her back on the floor, breathing heavily. She looked up at Han, his cum drizzled over her heaving breasts. They were both in a moment of bliss induced shock. Neither spoke, just stared at each other.

Finally, when Han regained some blood to his head, he smirked as he looked over her. "You're a mess Princess" he smiled with just a hint of a growl to his voice. She propped herself up on the backs of her elbows.

"Looks like I am," she smiled, a trail of his cum slowly making its way down to her belly button. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, "What are you going to do about it?" she challenged.

Han paused, he badly wanted to take her once again right there, but there was something about the light pink flush to her cheeks and her glistening brown hair spread out around her that made him want to show her he cherished her. He bent down and scooped her up in his strong arms and when she went to protest, he put a finger to her soft lips and kept walking. She weighed nearly nothing in his arms and her hair swayed back and forth over his forearm. He walked her to the bathroom, not letting her go, and turned on the 'fresher, stepping inside of it with her and closing the door.

Leias' face softened as he slowly eased her down onto the wet floor. The hot water enveloped both of them and Han watched it streak down her curvy body in wonderful patterns, her black thigh highs still on, now clinging to her impossibly smooth legs. He cupped her head in his hands and kissed her, the only thing between them was the water streaking on their lips.

It was the perfect moment; he pushed her softly against the wall and kissed her deeply, their bodies forming to each other perfectly. It went on like this for minutes before he grabbed some soap and began to wash her slowly. He started with her breasts, circling them with his soapy hands and washing himself off of her. He then moved down to her hips, her thighs, between her legs, back up to her arms.

Leia was unusually quiet throughout the entire thing. She was mesmerized by how Han was taking care of her, doing something so intimate with her that all she could do was enjoy the touch of his hands. She kissed him when she could, and loved the way his hair was stuck flat to his face and how his chest looked with water dripping down it.

"You are beautiful," he whispered. Steam was filling the 'fresher, making it even hotter than before. Her long, loose hair was laying over her shoulders and breasts perfectly, and he couldn't hold back anymore. He knew he would be teased about this by her forever, how he could take such a wonderful moment and turn it into a fuck.

But something told Han she wouldn't mind while it was happening.

He gently and carefully lifted her up, one hand under her ass, the other on her waist and she slid up the wet 'fresher wall. He ran his hand down to her pussy and stroked her lips, feeling her wet inside, he smiled.

He was almost rock hard again, her body and the wet, hot, friction of them washing each other had turned him on, but Leia reached down and gave him a few strokes with her hand, a sexy smile on her face the entire time.

Han put one hand on the wall to brace himself as he slid up inside of her. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time, as he had never been the most coordinated guy in slippery places. Leia wrapped her legs around his waist and was moaning instantly, her voice echoing loudly in the small space and bouncing off the walls. He thrust into her gently at first, rolling his hips, and then they found a rhythm.

They always found the most delicious rhythm.

She was bouncing up and down on him, short quick moans coming out of her mouth, both of them half blinded by the steam and water, and kissing like they couldn't get enough of each other, their mouths slipping away and back again, their bodies doing the same.

She came quickly, gripping him, hugging him, her head on his shoulder, her wet hair on his neck and he held her, walking her away from the wall, running his wet hands down her spine as she rode her orgasm out. His own orgasm happened simultaneously. He didn't think another was possible, but it paled in comparison to the emotion that just passed between the two of them.

He slid out of her and touched her cheek softly. He turned off the 'freshed, grabbed a towel and wrapped his princess up in it.

A/N: This time wasn't exactly like the others, but I hope you enjoyed the change of pace