So, I am sorry to say that yes, Bail is dead. At least Leia still has Breha and Alderaan, so she is still better off than in the true GFFA ;) Thank you for the awesome reviews, you guys rock! :D Ready for more? I think you're all ready for this...
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He had held her for an endless period of time, pulling her into his lap on the floor and rocking her back and forth as she wept. All the strife between them was forgotten and Han found that a heavy, empty feeling had settled in the pit of his stomach.
Finally, her sobs died down to sniffles and whimpers, and he pulled her to her feet, keeping a supportive arm wound tightly around her shoulders.
"Why don't you lie down, Princess?" His voice came out more hoarse than expected. He guided her towards his cabin. A glance at her face showed that it was streaked with tears and still white from shock.
Palming the door open, he led her to his bunk and gently ushered her to lie down. She was frighteningly compliant, like a mindless rag doll. He sat down beside her and her eyes clenched shut, arms hugging herself.
Han was unused to feeling such sympathy, such pain for another's suffering. But, somehow, seeing this strong woman who normally thrived in the face of adversity fall apart like this brought an unusual softness to his heart. He was shocked to feel her pain flowing through his veins.
With a crooked finger, he gently swiped the tears from her face. Her eyes opened, slowly took in her surroundings with a bewildered expression then met his gaze. The open, raw pain he saw there deepened the ache that resided in his chest and felt like more than he could bear. He struggled for comforting words but came up empty.
Her eyes turned pleading. "Stay with me," she begged in a quavering whisper.
He nodded, unable to do anything else and she moved over on the bunk and gestured to the empty space beside her, an invitation that he was hesitant to accept. He took a deep breath, pulled off his boots, and laid next to her on the bunk, arms at his sides.
Immediately, Leia slipped close and rested her head against his chest, his arm beneath her shoulder and side. It felt awkward and uncomfortable, so he removed his arm and placed it around her shoulders. She burrowed closer and lifted her head to look at him, their faces a handful of centimeters apart. So close, Han could feel her breath and her eyes looked enormous.
In moments, she was drawing closer and their lips touched but remained unmoving, eyes still open. His impulses took over and his eyes fell shut as he kissed her, soft and tender; he didn't know what was happening between them.
Past and future fell away, meant nothing; all he knew was Leia's warm mouth, her soft body melting against him, and nothing had ever felt so good. Never before had anything felt so overwhelming and powerful, as if he were exactly where he was meant to be in that moment. A surge of intense emotion poured through him, lighting through his entire body and heightening every nerve ending.
Bodies moved together in a slow, intimate dance and they moaned into each other's mouths. Struck by a sudden, profound tenderness, Han kissed beside her mouth, each cheek, her eyes, chin…he wanted to engulf her with kisses, to take her inside himself and absorb her.
When her hands slid smoothly beneath his shirt to his bare back, he groaned lightly before returning to capture her mouth once again. Tongues clinging, sliding, enveloping each other, his body was aflame with a passion that left him weak and helpless. He wanted her, Gods, he wanted her. At the thought, her hand moved to the front of his shirt and she began to undo the fastenings. Once open, she slid it smoothly from his shoulders and it fell away, forgotten. When her gentle fingers trailed down his chest, he hissed a sharp, passionate breath. He was hard and burning with need, had never before felt such fierce desire.
She pulled back suddenly and pushed off her boots with her feet then quickly yanked her shirt over her head. Eyes lowered, she unfastened her bra and dropped it to the deck.
Han's eyes took in her full, round breasts, the taut nipples, rosy against her pale skin. He took a deep, shaky breath. She was too beautiful.
He met her smoky eyes beneath dark, lowered lashes and swallowed against the wave of pure lust that begged him to take her now. Instead, he slid his hands behind the silky skin of her shoulders and pulled her close. He gasped and tensed at the blissful feeling of her soft breasts against his chest, heard her sigh with pleasure. Pushing her gently to her back, he raised himself up on taut arms and, with painstaking slowness, slid his chest against the rigidity of her nipples, causing them both to moan, loud and long. Repeating this action, the halting pleasure was too much and he pressed the length of himself against her.
Her hands slid up his back, across his shoulders, dug into his hair. Their pace grew more frantic and Han kissed and sucked along her collarbone then gave a quick lick to her nipple. He was rewarded with a harsh, shocked cry that motivated him to repeat the motion, move his tongue to the other breast then alternate between the two. She writhed and moaned beneath him, clutching his hair in her fists.
He sucked at the skin of her cleavage and kissed a slow path down towards her navel, enjoying the loud sounds of pleasure that flew from her throat. They inflamed him to the point of torture.
His tongue grazed her belly button and, with a strangled yelp, she gave him a strong shove to the head. Startled, he sat up quickly and looked at her.
She struggled against a tiny smile. "That tickles," she breathed.
He nodded back dumbly then settled on his side, facing her, trying to regain his senses. He ran a firm hand down her torso, stopping to splay his fingers across the flatness of her stomach, just above the waistband of her pants. He heard her take a deep, long breath and he met her gaze, caught a glimpse of unease.
"You okay?" he asked quietly.
She looked away then returned her eyes to his. "Yes, I'm…just a little nervous."
Gulping back the possibility of disappointment, he asked, "You wanna stop?"
She shook her head quickly. "No."
He nodded, partly relieved and partly unnerved himself now. Uncertain how to pick things up where they left off, he pulled her to face him.
"I have to tell you something," she said in a rush, eyes averted, one hand resting against his shoulder.
Han's stomach clenched and his mouth was suddenly dry. Of course, he should've known she would say something to ruin this. "What?" he asked with dread.
Her eyes remained at his throat and she swallowed before speaking. "I've…I've never…"
He watched her cheeks flush and her eyes lower even further. "What?" He was growing impatient. If she was going to change her mind, he wished she would get it over with already.
With one last breath, she forced the words out. "I've never done this before."
Han gaped for a moment then slammed his mouth shut. She was a virgin? At twenty-two? He didn't know how to respond. Her eyes rose to his and he saw that she was expectant.
"Okay," he said slowly. "I didn't realize…" He trailed off, unsure of what else to add.
"I know," she replied with a shy glance away.
"If you don't want to…"
"No, I do," she said quickly. "It's just…that's why I'm nervous."
A wave of affection buoyed through him and suddenly, the moment took on greater significance. "That's understandable," he said quietly. He placed a gentle hand beneath her chin and lifted it so that she was looking at him. His thumb brushed a gentle caress across her lips and he bent his head to kiss her softly. They kissed slowly, searchingly, hands exploring naked skin. She pressed herself against him and splayed her hands against his back. They slid down into the back of his pants and he felt her tug lightly. He continued to kiss her while he struggled to pull his pants down and kick them to the floor.
As if on cue, she pulled down her own pants and he leaned back and helped her yank them awkwardly past her feet. Her panties followed and she quickly swept back into his arms, looking away self-consciously.
Skin now fused from head to toe, desire began a slow burn inside him again. He was hard and throbbing against her thigh. He took a deep, shaky breath reminding himself that he needed to take it slowly, for Leia's sake.
He kissed her deeply then burrowed his face between her breasts, mouth sucking delicately, and her renewed sighs of excitement dazzled his senses. He dragged his open mouth down her stomach, carefully avoiding her navel, then let his tongue play across her abdomen and down one thigh as her moans grew louder.
When his tongue reached her most sensitive spot, he felt her entire body arch and tense, as she cried out, a deep, throaty sound. With aching slowness, he moved his tongue in lazy circles, drawing from her the most exciting, passionate moans.
She was wet, ready, and Han could wait no longer. He rose up on top of her, kissed her lips, felt the slickness of her desire in both their mouths, and guided himself inside her, gasping with the effort of moving so slowly when all he wanted was to bury himself within her delicious heat.
She was so tight and hot, he had to stop, could feel his pulse throbbing inside her, surrounded by exquisite flesh that threatened to overwhelm him. Her breath was coming fast near his ear, punctuated by small gasps as he forced control and inched deeper with an animalistic growl.
And then, he felt himself come up against the boundary inside her, where he knew he would cause her pain. A mixture of regret and anticipation whirled inside him, as part of him reveled in the fact that he would be always be the man who took this from her. It made him feel possessive of her, as if she were his. Some deep emotion swelled with the torrid lust inside him, overwhelming him as he arched and thrust forward with an intense groan that joined her sudden cry.
Now more fully inside her, he froze for a moment, allowing her to grow accustomed to his size, to recover from whatever pain he had caused. He pulled his head back to look at her and her eyes were half-closed, her features a mixture of pain and pleasure.
When her gaze met his, her expression turned to one of wonder and she placed one hand behind his head and drew him down to kiss her. As his tongue melted against hers, she tipped her hips up, urging him deeper. Reflexively, he slid more fully inside her and they moaned in perfect unison.
Unable to resist a moment longer, Han began a slow, steady rhythm, inching to withdraw, then thrusting deeply again. With each thrust, they both cried out, and Leia's passionate drive upwards to meet each exertion inside her drove him deeper.
His arms wound around her as he found a rhythm that began to send her near the edge. He steadied that pace, feeling her body begin to approach climax, hearing her moans grow louder and more unbridled.
Her movements beneath him, around him, grew frenetic, threatening to take him with her all too soon. Straining his body, he fought against the fierce need to succumb to orgasm. He concentrated only on his own self-restraint and then, with swift vehemence, her body began to spasm out of control, her inner flesh squeezing and pulling him, and with one long, deep thrust, he began to explode inside her in a gushing frenzy that shook his entire body. Leia screamed with release as they came together, Han's own exclamation of pleasure combining with hers in a long, loud crescendo.
He felt as if he were coming forever, spilling inside her endlessly, and Leia's body began to quiver anew, as another thundering wave of ecstasy overtook her. Han felt as if he would collapse from the sheer intensity. He rode out her jerking hips, her harsh breath against his ear, and just when he thought he was fading, it engulfed him once more and his body tensed in agonizing wonder as he was completely depleted and trembling inside her.
Sweaty and weak, he collapsed on top of her, mind blank, body still quivering, feeling as if he could barely breathe. He was still half inside her and wanted to remain there, forever. He never wanted to move again.
All too soon, he realized that he was probably crushing her, and rolled to his side, arms wrapped tightly around her to switch positions so that now she lay on top of him.
His chest hurt from exertion. As his thoughts began to slowly gather, he was amazed at what had just happened. He rubbed his hands up and down her back. She was boneless against him and he realized she had fallen asleep. He pulled the blanket over them both and worked at calming his breathing. He was exhausted beyond words yet his mind was awake and buzzing. He had too many questions. But, there would be no answers tonight.
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Han was awakened from a light doze by the warm shifting of Leia's body on top of him.
"Han?" she whispered from below his chin.
In his sleep hazed state, he felt worry-free and content. "Yeah?"
"Would you take me to Naboo? I need to be the one who tells my mother."
Reality swam quickly back in place. "Sure."
She nuzzled closer and placed a soft kiss on his chest.
Han closed his eyes but could not go back to sleep.
Tomorrow. He couldn't imagine what the morning would bring. Right now, he only knew that he felt a deep contentedness he had never felt before. The physical act of sex had never brought with it so much emotion, so much meaning. He hated to admit it, but it scared him.
Too much was stirred in him. It was more than he wanted, yet everything he wanted at the same time. And he didn't know what to do with all those feelings. He didn't know what she intended to do with his feelings.