"Han," Leia breathed.
With his warm weight pressing her into the mattress, Leia moaned, luxuriating in the soft touch of his lips and the deft stroke of his hands.
Encouraged by her response, Han scorched a trail of kisses along her jaw, and down her neck.
Leia's eyes fluttered open, focusing over his shoulder, and her limbs suddenly froze. "Han," she whispered. "We have to stop."
"Why?" he asked, working his way back to nibble on her ear.
"Because the salesman is looking right at us."
"It's a display model, Sweetheart," Han lifted his head and grinned. "Let him look."
A/N: Every once in a while we decide to take a break from our marathon word fests because, seriously, we wrote c.10k words about Han and Leia in a bubble bath. So we attempted a 100-word drabble as an exercise in self-restraint. (It's still a little smutty, though. Hey, it's us.)