Han had not seen Leia in days and was desperate to get his lips on hers before they took off on a long overdue weekend at a lakeside resort on Naboo.

Standing up a new government in this galaxy was not for the lazy. Between his hectic travel and mission schedule and Leia's inhuman work hours at the new government building, they were lucky if they could sneak a desperate quickie once a week when they happened to be in the same location for more than five minutes. When they were home together, more often than not they collapsed wordlessly into bed, hands brushing, utterly exhausted.

She had commed him ten minutes ago to say she was already aboard the Falcon and changed into an "outfit he would like."

He had two more meters to his on-ramp and Leia. He impatiently jabbed his code and tapped his foot until the ramp lowered. An ensign was calling for him, but he raised the ramp right in their face with a firm finger jab that stopped them in their tracks.

He rounded the ring corridor in search of a Princess, picking up his pace with anticipation at their reunion. He stopped up short in the doorway of their cabin to look at her lounging on the bed with her back against the bulkhead and painted toes peeking out the end of a sheet. She was entirely engrossed her tablet book.

Leia wore a tank top with no bra that hinted at her curves and tiny little lounge shorts that showed off her toned legs. The view left Han taking a sharp inward puff of breath.

"Incredible," Han whispered, more to himself than her. He was constantly in wonder that such a tiny frame contained such a force of a being.

"Hi," she said, looking up at him with an inviting smile that was somewhere between come-hither and adoring. Leia took in Han's heavy breathing and tousled hair and guessed he had run here.

"They finally let you go?"

"I've been waiting to kiss you all day, Sweetheart. I wouldn't have let Mothy herself stop me."

"I threatened to stun Carlist when he came to me with an emergency as I walked out of my chambers." Leia smiled conspiratorially at Han.

Han, who had taken up a casual slouch against the doorframe, pushed off and slowly approached. He fixed her with a look right out of one of those celebrity zines with the smolder.

"I missed you." She added before tilting up her head from where it was resting against the bulkhead of their bunk, ready for a kiss that felt preposterously overdue.

Han sank to his knees in front of their bunk and laid his head in her lap, breathing her in and holding her. Wild hair in need of smoothing, Leia cradled his head and combed his hair with her fingers. After a few moments, Han sat back on his heels to look at her.

"Let's see about that kiss, Worship."

He put those long slender fingers to use, moving them slowly along her legs, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his touch. Feather light kisses followed the path his hands had started.

Leia sighed as she thread her fingers through his soft hair. Han, in no hurry now they were together at last, continued to nibble his way slowly up her inner thigh.

Voice caught in the back of her throat, Leia a moaned as Han tucked a finger into her waistband teasingly. He slowly pulled down the front of her shorts. With a hand holding her waistband down, he traced her lazily with the long finger of his other hand.

Giving her a devilish grin at finding her turned on, Han lowered his head and kissed her hotly with just a hint of tongue.

"Ok, you got your kiss. Ready to take off?" Han made to get up.

Leia laughed and playfully pushed his head back down to her lap.

A perfect start to their trip.

Notes:

The title is from "Take Me to Church" by Hozier.

"She tells me, 'Worship in the bedroom.'

The only Heaven I'll be sent to

Is when I'm alone with you."

Had this idea for an unexpected kiss for ages. Thought it might be fun to try to for day 5 of Han and Leia Appreciation Week 2023. Hope you enjoy!