a/n: OOPS

"The Small Bunk"

It was bound to happen, Leia just didn't expect it to happen in such a spectacular succession of comedic errors. Han did repeatedly insist his bunk on the Falcon was not a prime place for extended periods of sexual activity – and he really didn't usually bring women back to the ship, anyway, but that was neither here, nor there, now –

But she'd posed the question to him – what were they supposed to do, limp the broken ship into densely populated space, just park it casually over on some core planet, and waltz into a luxury hotel so they could fuck?

That was, of course, impossible, and Han was not so self-sacrificing, and so wary of small space, that he'd vow himself to celibacy until they reached Bespin –

And really, there were no issues at first, because at first, he was gentle with her, and she with him, and in general, they were soft and careful and learning each other. That went out the window quickly, and the whole damn place became a playground, though they always ended up right back tucked away in his bunk behind a locked door –

"Sweetheart," Han mumbled, running his hands up over her waist, and her back, reverently, his lips moving against her shoulder as he moved his hips underneath hers. He breathed in her scent, drank in the warmth of her on top of him, and –

"Leia?" he said sharply, suddenly noticing there was very little movement from her. "Leia," he shook her, more sharply than he meant to – was she…conscious - ?

She made a gasping noise and jolted, lifting her head a little hazily.

"Umm," she murmured, not unpleased. "I'm, um – sorry," she mumbled, flushing.

He drew back, baffled.

"Were you – asleep?"

She blushed deeper.

"Well, I've – we've – not been – getting much sleep!" she protested weakly, mortified.

Han lingered somewhere between outraged, and concerned, his hand resting on her hip.

"Uhh," he started. "Do you want to stop…?"

"No," she murmured urgently, running her hands over his shoulders neatly. "No, mm, no, this feels nice, keep going," she encouraged, her eyes heavy and hazy and attractive. "It's soothing – "

"It's putting you to sleep!" he nearly howled.

"Not in a bad way," she teased gently.

He pushed himself up on his elbows a little, hand sliding off of her.

"Your Worship," he growled. "You want me to keep goin', you're gonna have to rally," he informed her with a grimace – it would be, he decided, incredibly difficult for him to go on with any sort of - the appropriate mechanics if he felt she was bored –

"Oh," she breathed softly. "I will, let me shake it off," she whispered fetchingly.

She yawned pointedly, smirked at him, and then went to sit up straight and toss her head back dramatically and shake her hair – which, even given her short stature, was not necessarily the best course of action considering the overhead of the bunk was so low.

She smacked the back of her head directly into the top of it, and gave a wide-awake, startled yelp. She reached up to grab her head, and Han jolted forward, eyes wide. He grabbed for her hip, but she was already scrambling off of him, swearing – and it was as if in slow motion that her knee jammed too close to his groin for comfort – barely missed him, thank the Gods - as she lost her balance and fell directly onto the floor.

She made a small, startled oof noise and pressed her palm to her forehead, groaning. Han tossed onto his side, dragging the blankets up around his waist, and bent over the edge, looking at her earnestly.

"Leia," he said in a pained voice, his jaw trembling.

He hunkered down, hiding his face, trying to force out his next words steadily –

"Are you okay?"

He sounded so strained, she thought he might be near tears, and she sat up gingerly, scowling, but nodding.

"Yes, I'm – "

Before she could even finish, he started laughing so hard, and so loud, she could barely hear herself think. Tears? No, he hadn't been near tears, he'd been trying to do the right thing and make sure she wasn't injured before he lost it – and he really lost it.

Blinking, outraged, she watched him roll on the bunk and nearly choke on his own tongue laughing. She rose up on her knees and swatted at him, grabbing his wrist and biting, and he curled his hand around her jaw and turned to face her, grinning manically.

"Leia," he gasped, still snorting. "That was very undignified, Princess."

Baring her teeth at him, she elbowed him gently in the ribs, her lips curving into a pout.

"You should have just let me sleep," she grumbled.

Han yanked all the covers to him, pulling them untucked from the corners, and gingerly let himself crawl out of bed onto the floor with her, tossing the quilts over them both. Smugly, he leaned closer, pulling her tight against his chest, and as he did, he drawled, low and sultry:

"More room down here, anyway."

-alexandra