He thrust one last time before collapsing on top of her. God, she was so enchanting. The beginning part of any relationship was always the most fun. It never ceased to amaze him how much closer he felt to her every time they made love. In the women he'd been with prior, this was the precise moment he'd want them to leave. Not this time. Everything was intimacy. Her squeezing his knee as they played Sabbac with Chewie. Him wrapping his arms around her waist while she complied stock inventories. Touching her outside the bedroom only reinforced what happened behind closed doors and he was addicted.

He buried his face in her neck as she kissed his cheek and pulled him closer. He didn't like pulling out straight away. Even when he was finished, he found it difficult to separate himself from her. It made the moment even more special, to stay and savour the experience before departing. He pushed himself up to kiss her - it was like she knew, her hands flying to either side of his face. They stayed like that for what felt like a life time before he felt himself soften and knew now it was time to pull away. But he found he couldn't.

"Uh, Leia?"

"Mm?" She purred, absentmindedly running her hands through his hair.

"You're uh, holding on to me quite tight, sweetheart."

"What?"

"I can't pull out."

Her gentle musings stopped. She tried to look down between them in a vain attempt to see what was going on, then laid back down to try to relax herself but nothing happened.

"I don't know what's happening."

"It's okay." He whispered, kissing her cheek lovingly. "Take your time. I'm not in any rush." He bent down to kiss her cheek. Then her neck. Then her neck again as his hand moved up to cup her breast. Something had awoken inside him. Something he'd never felt before, that he couldn't describe. She didn't seem to notice.

"This is weird, right?"

He chuckled quietly. "Maybe a little."

"Has this ever happened to you before?"

"No. Happened to a buddy of mine though. Didn't actually believe him when he told me." He chuckled again. Why did he keep laughing? Was that how he responded now to something new?

"I'm glad you find this so amusing."

"Sweetheart..."

"I'm really trying."

"I know, it's okay. Don't pressure yourself." He kissed her lips, softly at first but the fire spread rapidly and his tongue was two steps ahead of him.

She felt him harden inside her and let out a little moan. "Han." Looking to him in wonder, she asked "Is this turning you on?"

There had always been so much he wanted to express, so many ways he felt he could show her the depths of his affection but this was new and he found himself a bit shy. He actually cared for her, and more importantly, he cared what she thought of him.

"A little." He said tentatively.

It was her turn to chuckle now. "What about it turns you on?" She asked softly.

He looked away her, feeling the spotlight, hating it but determined not to shy away from anything that may bring them closer.

"That I'm inside you but I can't do anything. That you're... in control."

"Like when I'm on top?" He nodded, slightly embarrassed.

She took a moment to analyse the bashful expression on his face and saw he was being genuine.

"Hmm." She muttered, running her hands over his upper back, one sliding to caress his neck. "I like you like this."

"You do?" He answered, slightly puzzled.

"You're sexy when you're docile."

He laughed in spite of himself. After a brief pause, he shyly asked "Am I sexy when I'm not?"

"Oh yeah." She replied immediately. "I just like seeing a new side to you."

She accepted him. In that moment, he had never felt more loved.

"I think we're good now." She whispered.

He looked at her suggestively. "Well, since we're already here..."

"Uh uh." She stopped him. "Not yet. Stay right there." She leaned in and kissed him hungrily. "Now we're doing things my way."