You're right, Leia is playing with fire...and I think she's about to get burned ;)
OOOOOOOOOOOO
Shaken, Han stood stiffly, contemplating the seeming miracle that had just transpired.
"I'll be in my quarters. Let's see how serious you are."
Was she serious?
Lust swirled through his being, heating his loins with a deep ache that burned, red-hot and painful. It captivated every nerve in his body and left him with a longing more powerful than any he could recall.
He took a long, deep breath that did nothing to expel his raging desire. Was she just toying with him? It didn't seem like the Princess' style, but with their tumultuous history, how could he be sure?
He wanted to rush to her cabin, break the door open, press her to the wall, and meld his body with hers. He wanted to kiss her with all the pent-up passion he'd been repressing and had never expected to release. More than anything, he wanted to be inside her, to feel her surrounding him in every possible way. To shudder inside her and possess her body until she surrendered to him completely, body wild and trembling. He desperately wanted to be the one who could do that to her, to bring her to the ecstasy of climax.
But what if he went to her quarters and she laughed at him for taking her seriously? What if she were simply exacting petty revenge for all his teasing and torment?
He placed his face in both palms and squeezed his eyes shut.
This was torture.
OOOOOOOOO
Leia had experienced anxiety over various events, most notably the capture of Tantive IV. But she had never been such a nervous wreck. No, in other dealings, no matter how dire, she had felt some sense of control over things. At the very least, she had maintained control over herself and her body.
At the moment, all control had fled to the winds, whisked away and entirely out of her reach.
Would Han come to her quarters? Or would he think she was playing some sort of game?
If he didn't come…
The thought flooded her with disappointment.
If he didn't come, she would have to face him tomorrow and pretend it had all been a joke. To allow him to think anything else would be mortifying.
But, the buzz that set her afire insisted-no, demanded!- that he show up.
She wanted him there, in her quarters, his hands and mouth on her. It was undeniable.
After losing everything about her former life, acknowledging that her engagement to Benny was now null and void, Leia had truly believed that any intimate relations were behind her. Her future lie entirely in fighting the Empire; there would be nothing else. She had accepted that, was fine with it.
But, this cocky, swaggering Corellian constantly battered that belief, wearing it down until it existed no more. And now, here she was, unable contain herself, pacing the room in hopes of his arrival. And if he didn't come, she would feel like a fool. A frustrated, miserable fool.
She had disentangled her many braids in recollection of how he seemed to admire her hair when he had seen it down. She had considered changing her clothes, but did not want to make so much of an effort and seem so eager.
Pacing the floor, her stomach felt as if it were floating in zero-g while the rest of her body remained grounded. It was the oddest sensation and one she had never before experienced. Han seemed to have that effect of her, causing her to feel and do things she never would have guessed.
Had time ceased to pass? With a glance at the chrono, she wondered if he had forgotten all about her and gone to sleep. The floating feeling in her stomach took a sharp nose dive and her head fell with defeat, eyes closing lightly. She felt suddenly heavy, as if gravity had yanked her back to the surface.
A light tap on the door jolted her entire being back to vibrant life. Her breath caught and, for an instant, she was frozen. She swallowed, forced herself to breathe and spoke into her own head.
Move, you dolt, before he leaves!
Uncertain how she had gotten there, Leia abruptly stood before the door. Placing her hand on her heart, she forced a few breaths in and out then, finally, hit the door controls.
She knew it was him, yet when the door slid aside and he stood there, one arm leaning above the door frame, eyes seemingly darker than usual…they were instantly on hers and the heat inside her felt as if it might rival that of the twin suns of Tatooine.
His eyes had never looked so large or serious before and his lips were slightly parted as if he were about to speak, yet he said nothing. Time stopped, couldn't possibly be passing.
"Can I come in?" he finally asked, voice low, brow lifted in a tentative expression, as if afraid she might refuse.
As if she hadn't been desperately hoping for his arrival. She tried to say yes, but when her lips opened no sound came out. Standing aside, she gestured with a shaky hand and he followed the motion inside with a slow, cautious step.
The door whispered shut and Han was facing her bunk, seemed to be staring down at it from Leia's vantage point behind him. He spun quickly to face her, gaze rising and falling in an unspoken question. All she could hear was the thundering of her own pulse in her ears.
He took a step closer, now a hand's length away. His eyes captured hers and she couldn't possibly escape his gaze. Would he finally kiss her? Could she, at last, drown in his touch? That was what it felt like just then…drowning. Save me, she thought helplessly.
His hand moved very slowly to close the distance between them, as if she were fragile and delicate. He took a few strands of her hair between his fingers and rubbed them, eyeing the caress. Leia held her breath.
"I like it like this," he confessed, voice low and husky.
She finally found her voice, although it came out soft and breathy. "You do?"
"Yeah."
His murmured response seemed to vibrate through her and her pulse spread throughout her body, thrumming an intense beat of desire. It seemed everywhere at once: pounding at her temples, thudding in her chest, pulsing heat between her legs. It overwhelmed her, made her knees weak and her senses frantic.
His gaze returned to hers and the intensity she saw there rippled warmth across her skin.
"What'd you ask me here for?" he asked, inching closer.
She shook her head in wordless denial, ever defensive with him. "I didn't ask you here," she whispered.
He smiled with one side of his mouth. "Yeah, you did."
She stared into his eyes and, with an almost imperceptive nod, tossed all pretenses aside. "Yes. I did." When had his mouth lowered so closely to hers?
It happened so quickly, she didn't even know how. His hand was wound in her hair and his mouth was open against hers, tongue plundering, deep and slow. It was like drifting outside of her body, scattering amidst the clouds…pleasure like never before. His lips, so soft, mouth so hot, tongue so slick against hers.
He groaned low in his throat and the sound elicited a whimper from Leia. Han's arm slid around her waist and pulled her to him, his body so warm and firm against her softness.
He kissed her possessively, as if she were already his, his presence besieging her. The taste of his mouth was familiar, yet indefinable. She was utterly lost to him.
His lips left hers, swift loss threatening to engulf her, then were quickly at her throat, gliding sensuously, sucking gently, and Leia was unaware of the throaty moans that fell from her mouth. Her hand rose to the nape of his neck, soft, thick strands of hair beneath her fingers.
As his mouth assaulted her throat, his hand found the tip of her breast, brushing teasingly against it, inflaming her. Her head fell back as she was overwhelmed by the sensations burning across her skin, heat throbbing between her legs, telling her how much she wanted this, with this man, for better or worse.
He scooped her up suddenly and she was on the bed, Han poised over her, his hand stroking the path of her hair, down her neck, landing at the fastenings of her shirt. His gaze followed the trail of his hand then darted to her eyes. The dark, smoldering passion that glittered amidst green and gold was threatening and Leia averted her gaze and pulled him down on top of her, silently begging for more.
Their mouths melded together, deep sounds of pleasure escaping them both, and she could feel his fingers working her shirtfront; then the air was cool on her skin but Han's hand was on her, trailing moist heat across the swell of her breasts, her stomach…
The bliss seemed never ending…clothes drifted to the floor, skin pressed gloriously together, both naked now, fire spreading wherever their bodies met. Leia had never imagined anything could feel like this.
His fingers slid between her thighs and she cried out in unbridled delight, the vicious heat too much to contain. Slowly, he pressed a finger inside her, revealing just how wet and ready she was.
"Gods," he whispered in a constricted, guttural growl, slipping in and out mercilessly. He quickly withdrew and placed his body entirely on top of her, parting her legs with a thigh.
"Yes," Leia moaned, feeling as if she might combust if he didn't take her right then.
Han expelled a harsh breath mixed with a groan of frustration then was sliding inside her, slowly, haltingly, with obvious restraint. It was ecstasy, the slick feel of him entering her, stretching and filling her, and Leia let out a loud, slow moan. He pushed inside her faster, suddenly deeper, and she cried out, startled by the swift spike of intense pleasure. She heard Han's tortured groans mix with her own sounds of passion, a harmonious chorus pursuing the satiation of lust.
And then nothing existed outside of him thrusting inside her, angling deeper, soaring closer to a peak that seemed just out of reach, yet edging nearer. The feeling surged inside her, narrowing her universe to only the point where their bodies were joined.
Higher and higher, that exquisite feeling climbed, closing in on desperate need, muscles tensing in anticipation of something hungry yet elusive.
He was pounding inside her, harder now, faster, almost frenzied. Closer, yes, she was almost there, almost where she so ached to be, someplace unknown, she needed it.
Faster, faster, and OH!
Her core splintered, pulsating, shuddering, every nerve exploding with white-hot brilliance, gushing over and over, body taut, trembling, then taut again. With the next wave, Han's movements became furious and out-of-control, and suddenly he released a vicious growl and his entire body tensed then shuddered spasmodically inside her, and she felt the stream of hot liquid burst inside her. It felt so intimate and intense, and her body responded with another raging wave of tremors that met and matched his.
Endless, endless…it seemed to go on forever, one of them shuddering, the other crying out in answer. When it finally began to subside, they rode out the fading tremors, and Leia was spent, exhausted, bone-weary as never before. She was sweating, unable to catch her breath, unable to move.
She realized Han was just as sweaty and found some primal satisfaction to their intermingling perspiration. He still lay on top of her, half inside her, weight shifted just slightly so as not to crush her. When he slid fully from her, she felt a slight sense of loss.
As her breathing slowed, she began to come back to herself, realized the totality of what had happened. Things would never be the same again.
But, Gods, she couldn't regret it.
She vaguely wondered what he was thinking but was too depleted to care. The only noise was the sound of both their breathing. He finally spun to his back and pulled her with him so that she was lying against his chest. Her limbs still felt almost liquid.
"Damn, Princess," he sighed, sounding amazed and satisfied. "Knew it would be like that."
She smiled to herself. "How long have you been thinking about it?"
He laughed lightly. "Since we left the Death Star for Yavin."
Her brow rose in surprise. "Really?"
"Yeah." He took another long, slow breath. "How long you been thinking about it?"
"Hmm." She wasn't certain of the answer. It seemed like forever, but when had she first truly thought of it? "I don't remember." She allowed an uncharacteristic smirk. "Feels like a long time though."
He chuckled. "And here I thought you were all innocent and virginal."
"Looks can be deceiving," she intoned.
"Guess so."
One of her major concerns suddenly returned to haunt her and she rose slightly from her position on his chest. Her gaze was stern. "Don't tell anyone about this. There are enough rumors flying around about me. I don't need this out there too."
Something puzzled in his eyes for just a moment then his typical aloof expression took over. "Don't worry, Your Highnessness. I don't kiss an' tell."
There was a touch of resentment in his voice but Leia chose to ignore it.
"And since you brought it up, I just wanna set up some ground rules here."
One brow arched towards him of its own accord. "Ground rules?"
"Yeah," he replied with a touch of unease. "I don't do any kind of…relationship. Or commitment-type thing. So, this is just sort of casual, you know?" His voice and expression were remote, as if he were merely informing of a change in ETA.
His cocky attitude irked her, along with the fact that he chose immediately after sex to tell her this. She removed herself from his chest and settled slightly away from him. "What would make you think I would want any type of commitment from you?" she asked with equal parts incredulity and annoyance.
Uncertainty clouded his eyes briefly, followed by irritation of his own. "What's that supposed to mean?" he growled.
"That you're not the type of person I would have a relationship with," she answered in a precise, clipped tone.
"Oh, cause I'm just a smuggler?" he sneered.
No, cause you're just an ass! She kept the thought to herself. "No, because I already know who you are, I know you could pick up and leave tomorrow, that you have no loyalty, and you don't care about anyone or anything! Least of all the Rebellion!"
He sat up and only when he yelled back was she aware of how loud her own voice had risen. "You've got that right! At least we understand each other now!"
Leia stood and clutched the sheet over her body, fury beating a pulse through her veins. She bridled her anger and spoke through clenched teeth. "Oh, I understand you, all right. And, just so you know, I never planned on this being a 'casual thing.' It was a one-time thing and it's never happening again."
He left the bunk, ripped his pants from the floor and shrugged inside them. "Fine by me! And don't come crawlin' back lookin' for more!"
She laughed, high pitched and loud. "That will only happen in your dreams."
His shirt draped across his shoulders and he clenched his jacket and boots in both hands. "Trust me, Your Worshipfulness, you'll be the last woman I dream about!"
He slammed his hand on the door control and stomped through. As the door slid shut behind him, Leia plucked her boot from the floor and hurled it towards him. It bounced harmlessly off the door as it closed.
Leia growled with frustration. Who did that man think he was? What had she been thinking? She should have known better. He was impossible!