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Dignity
Her heart fluttered against her ribs in time with her quick, light breaths, her mouth parting in painstaking anticipating as Han's lips moved temptingly down her spine, slow, and teasing – he was such a tease – leaving her poised at the edge like that, depriving her –
Leia's lashes fluttered as she pressed her forehead into the pillow beneath her, her fingers clutching desperately at the sheets – she waited, every inch of her burning, shivering, hinged on the indescribable suspense of his next action – she moaned softly, his name forming on her lips, in the throes of the delicious thrill of not knowing whether to expect his mouth, or his –
Han's hands curved around her hips, his mouth suddenly withdrawn from her lower back, and he knelt behind her, drawing her up against him firmly, the backs of her thighs fitting against his exquisitely as he thrust back into her.
Leia bit her lip, her fingers flexing in the sheets as the electricity of that thrust seared through her, taking her breath away, and trapping any sound she tried to make in her throat for a moment that felt so good it was immobilizing.
Her voice rushed back to her with a gasp, and she cried out his name with a split-second delay, pushing herself up on her forearms. She ran her hand over her face and back through her hair, taking a deep breath, tipping her head back just slightly as he held her hips and sat forward on his knees with more purpose, moving in her so – with such – oh, for fuck's sake –
She let her head fall forward, biting at her lip.
"Han," she murmured breathlessly, tangling her fingers in her hair, her elbows digging into the bed as she pushed her hips back against him.
Han faltered sharply, his rhythm disrupted by the aggressive thrust of her hips, and loosened his hold on her; letting his fingers dance down her spine, rest for a moment on her lower back. He pushed his palm against the back of her thigh gently, and Leia arched her back, placing her hands on the bed, and cradling her face in them.
Han slipped his hand under her, over her stomach, and then between her legs, resuming his movements.
Leia gasped.
"Mmm," she moaned into her hand, her teeth scraping against her own fingers.
She lifted her head again, sliding her hands back into her hair, her breath starting to hitch as he drove her right back to the edge he'd taken her from moments ago – the determination in his hand and his hips, though, told her he wasn't teasing her this time –
"Han," she encouraged, bracing herself on her palms for a moment, before she decided her elbows couldn't be trusted, and fell back to her forearms. "Fuck," she moaned, closing her eyes tightly – she felt for a moment like she'd lost her voice again; then, before she could stop herself, she screamed, ensnared by the intensity.
He slowed a little, a quiet groan escaping his lips, and then his movements were swift, urgent – he relaxed, sitting back on his heels, and took hold of her ankle, his grip gentle but insistent. Still in haze, she acquiesced to his silent command for her to turn over, and spread her legs around his hips, reaching forward to grab for his shoulders, anticipating the touch as he moved over her, sliding into her again and trailing his mouth up over her shoulder to her ear, a smirk dancing on his lips –
"Sweetheart," he growled innocently – "You come?" - -as if he didn't know, as if he wasn't still reaping the benefits, his control tested by the tight contractions inside her –
Leia made a desperate noise, her head turning back and forth, and flashed him a wry look, offering a breathless jest –
"No, that was fake," she teased, her breath hitching up at the end, basking in the afterglow – she clutched his shoulder, arching her back and digging her nails into him.
Han swore and braced his palm over her shoulder, unraveling in three erratic thrusts, his lips finding hers for a hard, satisfied kiss as he huskily muttered her name again and again.
His hips rested heavily on hers, and she tilted her head back, reveling in the feel of his slick, hot skin against hers, the unbridled, comfortable lust that she associated with his touch, his body buried inside her – she swallowed hard, her lashes fluttering again as she caught her breath, and stroked his hair.
Leia nudged his jaw with her nose, tilting her head until she could scrape his earlobe with her teeth – "Han," she purred quietly – "You know...how I like it when you fuck me like you don't respect me – "
Han grunted, and lifted his head, his expression charming, roguish, serious –
"I do respect you."
Her head fell back, and she nodded, still enticed by the commanding way he'd slammed her hips back against him, taken her with such – masculine confidence –
"Mmhmm," she murmured huskily – "That's why it's so," she licked her lips – "hot."
Han grinned, lowering his lips to her neck –
"Very undignified," he growled devilishly, "Your Highness."
He started to move his hips, and she pressed a heel into his lower back, holding him where he was, possessive of him, her lips pressing into his jaw again, sated and hungry all at once, because there was dignity in the sacred prurience that was his and hers alone.
-alexandra