"I'll have an orgasm," Han said. His eyes offered a dare to Leia.
Luke's mouth dropped open. He slung his eyes around. "Here?" he whispered.
"I'll have two," she shot back. Her head waggled a bit in triumph. "At least I can."
Han's brows went up. "Is that a challenge?" He sat back against the booth, and shifted down the seat a little to stretch his legs out. They touched Leia's.
"It's a biological fact, Captain." Her eyes gleamed at him, but she didn't kick him. Instead, she moved her legs so he could get comfortable. She rested her foot on his shin.
"C'mon," Luke leaned forward so his upper arms touched the table. He still spoke in a hoarse whisper. "You can't go ordering sex relief like that! We've got a job to do."
Han wiggled his fingers in the air above his head. "Make that three," he said loudly. "What's the matter, kid? You don't like orgasms?"
Luke squirmed. "I- It's not- Here? And leave me alone!"
Leia was also interested. "Did you call it sex relief?"
Luke turned to Leia. He always admired her practical way of speaking. There was never any challenge. No underlying meaning or teasing like with Han. "Yes," he answered her question. "You know, when there's nothing else, and you can't sleep."
"Oh, that kind," Han understood. "I didn't order a sleep aid, kid."
"But make no mistake," Leia put in, "One orgasm will knock you straight out." She was still meeting Han's gaze. Neither were blinking.
"That's why I think having orgasms, multiple orgasms, here, is a bad idea!" Luke was using the hoarse whisper again.
"We'll be fine," Han assured him. "Take it nice and slow. We'll feel, you know, good afterwards. Kind of loose-limbed."
Luke was exasperated. "And sleepy! We can't feel sleepy! We've got to be alert!"
Leia was shifting in her seat, small movements side to side like she couldn't get comfortable. Must be Han's boot in the center of her seat. She didn't tell him to move though.
"I can be alert afterwards," she said. "Hypersensitive, in fact."
Han gave her a secret smile, his brows raising once.
Three drinks were placed at the table. Han slid a glass over to Luke. "Have an orgasm, kid. Server droid. Not service droid. What kind of place do you think I'd take you to?"
"Oh." Luke was a little chagrined at first, but then he gave a small laugh. "I thought-"
"We know what you thought," Leia lifted her chin. "I am so ready for this."
Han straightened, and with a smooth movement dropped his foot from her chair and slid hers over close to his. "Let's do this right, sweetheart."
Luke sniffed at his drink while Han and Leia linked elbows. She raised her glass to his lips and he offered her his. His other arm was at her hip.
"What's in this?" Luke asked.
"Relief." Leia had only a sip but her voice grew husky from the alcohol.
"They put a-" Han had to stop a moment, "- a scent. Smells like sex."
"On top of the cream," Leia said.
Luke eyed them. "You two sure know a lot about orgasms."
Han licked cream from Leia's mouth. "Yeah. We do."
"You know what," Luke flung his hands up. "Just go finish. Don't think I don't know what you two are up to all the time. Kriff."
Leia stood, her face flushed. "Order me another orgasm. I'll be right back."
"Yeah. Me too." Han followed after her hastily.
She crooked her finger playfully. "Remember, you only get one."
When they returned, only a few minutes later, Leia's cheeks were flushed and Han's shirt was half untucked. Luke was downing the last of his drink called an orgasm. It was the only kind he was getting today, make no mistake about that.
More prompt fun. This was for 'orgasm'. Brought back my bartending days.