She let the water cascade over her upturned face, washing away the stressful day and the remnants of a stubborn headache that lingered. Eyes closed to the soothing sound of water falling, she felt rather than saw Han slip in to join her.

No words were exchanged as she leaned back into him, head resting gently against his broad chest. He hissed out a breath when the contact put a little too much pressure on his battered ribs.

He leaned in to nuzzle her neck, careful to avoid the rubbed raw skin from that horrific collar. The thought of which paralyzed him with impotent rage. He re-centered his thought on this incredible woman who once again rescued herself. Her power, grace, stunning but effortless beauty.

Leia's content sigh turned into a gasp as Han sucked her ear lobe into his mouth before he made his way down her neck, stopping for a moment to place an open-mouthed kiss on her pulse point.

The volume and density of her longing for him when time had frozen, location unreachable for those many months, could fill and subsume the wilds of space.

There was so much uncertainty about the future, whether they would survive the attack on the second Death Star. What would happen if they won? Despite the ambiguity and improbability of success, she had no doubt Han was right. Touch starved even after a few nights wrapped around each other, Leia moaned as she reached back to thread her hands through his hair. Yes, She thought. This is where I'm meant to be. This is who I am meant to be with. Mine.

Han looked into her eyes with such a storm of emotion it took her breath away. In his wordless way, he said everything unspoken through touch. Equal parts want and love, he wrapped his arms around her and deepened the kiss. His arm slid up her stomach to cup her breast as the other hand wondered down to tease her gently with his thumb. His gentle un-hurried touch contradicting the hardness pressing urgently against her back. She reached behind to grasp him with a light squeeze. As the kiss went from sensually slow to demanding, Han whispered in a low grumble, "Ok?"

"Please," Leia whispered back, a little embarrassed by the unmasked need in her voice.

She braced an arm against the shower wall as he slipped inside her from behind. They both let out hushed moans as they started moving. The void of his absence stood in stark contrast to how he surrounded her now, joined together in pleasure and so much unspoken. She reached back to grab his ass while his hands roamed erratically over her body, unable to focus on one spot for too long as the volume of her moans increased with each caress. Her buildup and climax came rapidly, and he soon followed her. They leaned against the shower wall his mouth drawing rapid breaths against her neck, both their chests heaving. Release. Of so much pain and lost time. Release of pleasure, together.

She turned into his chest and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.

"I missed you," she breathed, her voice tinged with relief and regret.

"I love you," He answered softly into her hair.

They stayed in each other's arms, letting the water wash away so much of what had been taken from them.

Notes:

Des'ree Kissing You:

Pride can stand
A thousand trials
The strong will never fall
But watching stars without you
My soul cried
Heaving heart is full of pain
Oh, oh, the aching
'Cause I'm kissing you, oh
I'm kissing you
Touch me deep
Pure and true
Gift to me forever
'Cause I'm kissing you, oh
I'm kissing you, oh
Yeah, hey, yeah
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
'Cause I'm kissing you
I'm kissing you, oh