A/N: This chapter is dedicated to harmony1234567890 for being so awesome and always leaving me the nicest reviews! This time is for you .
After the last bout of love making, both Han and Leia laid in their bed together, for the first time, staring up at the ceiling trying to catch their breaths. Han reached out for Leia's hand and took it, holding it tightly as if he was scared that if he let go she would disappear. From everything that transpired this wonderful afternoon, Leia felt the same. It was dream – like.
Leia's eyes fluttered closed and she fell into a perfect, dreamless sleep. She had never felt more comfortable in her life. Before she fell completely into that sleep, she felt Han turn towards her and spoon her. Her tiny body was enveloped next to his. They just fit together. She heard him sigh contentedly, and they both drifted off together.
A few hours later, Leia awoke. She shifted her body a smiled to feel Han next to her. She rolled over and snuggled up next to him. He was still fast asleep. This gave her a chance to really look at him for the first time all day. Not often did she get to see him this way: vulnerable, unarmed, quiet… she laughed to herself when she thought that. Her small, soft fingertips brushed a little bit of hair off of his forehead. They ran down along the side of his face, pausing at the few fine lines around his eyes and then trailed down to his lips. "Old man…what will I ever do with you?" she whispered jokingly. She loved him so much and she was glad they no longer fought about if it was true. They had plenty of other things nowadays to clash heads on.
She took her fingers to her own lips and then placed them on his softly to give him her kiss. She gently eased out of bed to not disturb him and looked around for something to throw on. The lighting in the apartment was dim, and through the glass windows she could see it was nighttime. A glance at the chrono showed her it was well into the evening. She slipped on a fresh pair of black panties and grabbed one of Han's shirts from his dresser, slipping it on over her head. It was large on her, but she loved wearing his clothes. The white v-neck skimmed the top of her thighs and she walked out into the otherwise empty apartment.
Wandering into the quiet kitchen, she contemplated cooking something for her and Han, but she didn't know if it was all of the lovemaking or what have you – but she just didn't feel hungry. She felt content. Instead, she took a glass out of the cupboard, poured herself some wine and contemplated a bath. But her contemplations didn't last long. A bath right now couldn't involve Han, with him being knocked out and such, so she decided to walk into his office. The last room of the spacious apartment, Han's office was something he insisted on. He had spent plenty of time in it recently when Leia had been gone to Naboo last month, but when he was away, she never went in. She thought it might make her miss him even more. Leia had gone against the idea – she wanted the space for her stuff, to bring work back with her but Han scolded her for always working. She had no idea what he needed it for, but was happily surprised when she walked in and shut the door behind her, turning on the light.
His sturdy desk was made of glass and absolutely covered in star charts and intricate detailed maps of the falcon. There were spare parts littered on the other shelves and surfaces in the room, and a nice bottle of something amber-colored was on his desk as well. Leia walked around the desk and sat down in the comfy, leather chair behind it. She could now see why Han wanted his own little place, she could just picture him in here – pouring over his papers, trying to figure out ways to fix up his other baby: the falcon. As she tucked her legs up under her on the chair, she noticed Han had some still Holos on his desk. There was one of him and Chewbacca. It looked to be from a long long time ago. There was also one of Luke and him, standing next to the Falcon. Leia smiled at that one – and then she noticed one of herself, without him in it. She smiled that he kept it front and center on his desk. She had always thought about a future with Han…but now that seemed more real.
She started to flip through some of the star charts, it seemed like Han was plotting a course for something, but she didn't get to see to where when the door opened and Han stood there, just in his navy boxer shorts. His hair was ruffled and his eyes a little sleepy, but his smile was crooked and vibrant.
"You just have to invade every part of this place, don't you sweetheart?" he said mischeiviously as he caught her looking through his things. He thought she looked magnificent, sitting there in his chair in his shirt.
"I didn't know your office was off-limits," she teased back as he walked in, "Did you sleep well?"
"Better than I have ever slept in my life, actually – I think you wore me out a little," he laughed, walking over to her and giving her a kiss on the forehead. He stood behind the chair, his hands reaching down and massaging her shoulders.
Leia laughed a little bit, tilting her head back and looking up at him. He smiled down at her, in the way only he can when he wants something. "What is it Han?" she asked.
"You just look really good in my shirt Princess," he said, his voice dipped low and was sort of raspy the way he was breathing into her ear. This instantly turned Leia on. His hands moved down past her shoulders and gently squeezed her firm breasts under his shirt. She let out a sigh.
"Han Solo you are going to be the death of me…"
He picked her up from out of the chair and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He pushed the chair away from the desk and with one quick movement, pushed all of his charts and maps off of the desk, climbing on top of it with her. She straddled him and he held her close.
"Well at least you will die doing something you like to do, right?" he winked and she just rolled her eyes and kissed him. She loved how he could be so spontaneous, and she had to admit they were both slightly insatiable – and with any luck they always would be. She ran her hands through his hair, messing it up even more and kissed him hard as he pulled her panties to the side and slipped two fingers up inside of her. He smiled into their kiss when he found her already wet for him and this only made him even more ready for her.
She slipped his boxers down and took her hand to his cock for a few minutes, teasing him with her soft hands as they kissed and he ran his hands all over her body. He sat up on the desk, closing the space between them and she slipped onto him. Their simultaneously moans of pleasure made them both smile like fools as she started rocking on top of him, surprised the desk hadn't given way yet. He grabbed her hips and dug his fingers into the soft flesh there, pulling her on and off of him, loving the faces she made as she was hit with more and more pleasure. She looked so sexy to him, her loose hair cascading over her shoulders, her breasts bouncing under his shirt. She was everything he ever wanted and he kissed her even harder to remind her of that. Leia took his bottom lip between her teeth and he lost it. Her little, surprising tricks like that made him go insane and after a few more thrusts into her, he spilled himself into her wet pussy. He didn't even care that he had cum so fast, she did things to him that no other woman ever could. He sat all the way up on the desk, holding her tightly in a hug to his chest for a moment, both of them panting as he slipped out of her dripping pussy.
He knew Leia needed a little more, the girl was just getting warmed up, so he picked her up and got off of the desk with her. Setting her down in front of him, facing the desk – he surprised her by pushing down on her back a little roughly, making her bend over the desk.
"That's right, right there for me Leia, for Kriffs' sake it should be illegal how good you look right now," Han said, almost to himself. Leia smiled as her breasts pressed against the glass of the table, and she arched her back a little as Han put his hands on her ass. It was a huge turn on for Leia to be in Han's office, in his shirt, and bent over his desk. It was his space and he was in charge once again and she loved it.
He placed his cock at her entrance, and without any warning, thrust into her again. He went harder and deeper, spurred by Leia's loud moans as she held onto the edge of the table. He gripped onto her ass and pulled her hair a little bit with his other hand. She spread her legs a little to brace herself, and he went at it as hard as he could, speeding up with the increase of her moans. He felt her clench around his cock and he leaned over her, pressing his chest to her back, holding her close. He nibbled on her ear and spanked her and she screamed out in pleasure. A few more strokes and she was lost in an orgasm. Han loved these moments more than anything, to see Leia totally uninhibited, lost in pleasure. The look on her face was something he could never get enough of.
After she had calmed and he breathing had normalized, Han gave her a kiss on the back of the head and slowly pulled out of her. She stood up, faced him, and smiled.
"Mhmm, the death of me to be sure," she whispered as she walked out of his office ahead of him, shaking her head. Her entire body felt so good. She didn't know how they were actually going to live together now that they were both in the same place at the same time. She knew they might not ever get anything done now, and she was actually okay with it.
"Leia, can you change and then meet me on the balcony in a few minutes, there is something I want to show you," Han asked and she nodded. He squeezed her hand before she let go of his and walked into their room to change.
Leia wondered what Han wanted to show her. Maybe the stars, they always liked just staring up and looking at them together. It was something they hadn't done in a long while. Because she was feeling sexier, and flirtier than usual, she slipped on a light blue wrap dress and braided her hair off to the side, pinning it up, leaving some loose tendrils falling down.
Meanwhile, Han awaited her on the balcony of the apartment. It was dark but the stars above the city shined brightly. The sound of speeders was present, but Han knew Leia loved the bustle of the city, that was why they had their apartment here. He had slipped into the other 'fresher and had a quick clean off, throwing on his blood-striped pants and a fresh shirt. His hand fingered the box in his right pocket. He had been waiting for the right moment since he had come back, but all of the right moments had consisted of them being rather…busy. He smiled to himself, but he wanted to make sure that Leia knew this wasn't because of the sex, or the physical attraction. He wanted her forever and it was well past time for him to make it a reality.
"Wow Leia you look incredible," Han said, losing his breath for a moment when the door slid open and Leia joined him on the balcony. She beamed. Her skin was glowing, she looked happier than Han had ever seen her. She looked positively in love. It took Han less than a second to pull out the box and get down on one knee after seeing her expression- he was no longer nervous.
"Han?...What is this?" she asked.
"Marry me Leia. I need you in my life, every single damn day forever. Make me the happiest man in the galaxy Princess…" he asked, opening the box to a beautiful, sparkling ring. Leia was floored. She couldn't stop smiling. He looked up at her with intense eyes, they searched her face. His heart was pounding, he had never been so scared but yet so sure of something at the same time.
"I thought you'd never ask you scoundrel," Leia replied and Han quickly put the ring on her finger, standing up and pulling her into a tender kiss.
A/N: Yes, this is by far the longest chappie I've written for this story, so please please review! Only one more chapter to go! Hope you liked!