Formatting Note: I am using { } after the sentence to denote translations of non-Basic. It's a little different from the [ ] I use for Chewie's speech where I provide only his translations, since there's no point in writing out growls. Olys Corellisi is a transcribable language so I'm including that first, then the translation, much like subtitles within a movie.
Content Warning: This is something of a spoiler alert, which I hate to do, but although this story is rated M most of it has been in what I would consider T-rated territory. Therefore, I felt it necessary to warn that this chapter contains very explicit content.
The arrival of their meal took Han and Leia by surprise. They had forgotten about it entirely, focused only on each other. The moment they smelled the gourmet fare, however, had each of their stomachs growling. It had been several hours since they'd last eaten, and they had been down to their least appetizing options, certainly nothing as delicious as the food being set up before them now in the suite's main room.
Han was vaguely worried about spilling something on all the pristine white, but that didn't stop him from tucking into the meal with enthusiasm. After all, it likely wasn't the first or most offensive stain left behind in a honeymoon suite. If he and Leia were actual newlyweds, he'd be having her on every surface of the place before the honeymoon was through. As things currently stood, the interruption their dinner provided made for a convenient and necessary cooling-off period after the events in the bedroom that nearly got away from them.
After the meal was over and they had a last comm check-in with Chewie, Han decided he would make use of the fancy freshers. While the lavish tub was plenty big enough for him, a definite selling feature, he'd never found baths much appealing without a naked woman in there with him. But even the showers were extravagant on Bespin; huge stalls clearly built for two — knowing Lando, he'd challenged that number and invited a few extras to play — with heated tiles on the walls and floor, an oversized rainfall nozzle, and a removable handheld showerhead for directing anyplace that might need a little extra cleaning or stimulation, as the case may be. He sure could've used one of those on the long flight there, and he planned to utilize it now. It wouldn't do going to Leia all in a frenzy, and he could already feel himself getting hard again just remembering how eager she'd been, the way she'd felt in his hands, spread across his lap…
If Leia noticed Han's race to the fresher — luckily, in another of the two bedrooms, which gave her the chance to use their en suite fresher to finish her own nighttime routine — she didn't say anything. She was consumed with her own thoughts, her mind going over their earlier encounter with a mental fine-tooth comb.
Although her seduction plan had been disastrous, ugly and unworthy of them both, while it was happening, she had enjoyed it. Loved every moment of it, in fact. Of course it was physically pleasurable — that was an intrinsic aspect of it she didn't wish to deny — but looking back on it now, what stood out was the magnificent freedom of it. To finally, after all these years, not have to fight against it, not have to hold herself back was such an exceptional relief. Indulging in her feelings, delighting in the magnetic connection between them rather than trying to restrain it was incredibly liberating. Even for just that little bit, it had been a superb release to no longer have the maddening push-and-pull but a poignant and free-flowing tide of feeling where she didn't need to anchor herself in prudence but could be swept away on the electric current of this thrilling, incomparable thing between them.
It wasn't about being turned on. It wasn't about wanting sex. It wasn't even about wanting Han specifically, or wanting to go there with him, though she certainly did want that. It was so much more; more emotional than it was physical. It was about needing catharsis, some type of consummation, an emotional culmination of this stage of their relationship. It felt essential, necessary even.
Suddenly, it was glaringly evident to Leia that they couldn't leave it this way. She — they — needed a stronger sense of completion. It didn't need to be intercourse but some kind of significant visceral experience.
After she had drawn a line in the sand about not having sex while he was planning to leave, particularly after the towel incident in the Falcon's bunkroom when things had gotten so intense and she'd urgently professed to being "on fire" for him, Han had suggested an alternative…
"You know, Leia," he said temptingly, wrapping an arm about her waist, the other slinging low across her hips, "it doesn't have to only be this. I can give you more. I know you don't want us to have, uh, traditional sex — intercourse, whatever you want to call it — but there are other things we can do, that I can do to you." He pulled her closer, leaning in to pepper her jawline with soft kisses. "With my hands, my mouth…things I promise you'd like a whole lot; I'd make sure of it."
There was a buzzing in Leia's ears; she thought she may have blacked out there for a second hearing him just casually offer to go down on her — something now that was very much within her grasp to actually accept. But at the same time, it rankled a little that he almost seemed to be suggesting it like the possibility would be a revelation to her.
When she didn't immediately respond, Han hazarded a guess at the reason for her quiet and tried to get ahead of it. "And before you go refusing on account of thinkin' it's too selfless an offer, I'll admit there's plenty in it for me, too." He pulled back enough to capture her eyes, a look in his of such pure desire that it sent a shiver through her. "I've wanted to do each and every one of those 'other things' to you from the moment we met." He gave a lustful half smirk. "I'd called it an arrangement that would be mutually beneficial to us both."
"Han." Leia placed her palms to his chest, creating a sliver of distance between them, though there was a softness to her lips and expression that told she wasn't truly upset with him, "you don't have to be a smashball champion to be well-versed in the rules."
His brow furrowed in uncertainty, sensing trouble. "What'd'you mean by that?"
"I told you I had a very thorough sex education. What I mean is that, though I may be a virgin, I am an adult woman," Leia firmly underlined. "I'm fully aware we could be doing all sorts of 'other things' — both how and with what," she dryly pointed out.
"Yeah. Got it. Didn't mean to imply—" Han cut off sheepishly, worried he'd made an ass of himself now and she'd be offended. "Sorry."
"I know you meant well, but this is why I hate for people to know that about me. Not because I'm ashamed of my choices but because there's always this extraordinarily outdated view. Like the fact that I've never had sex somehow defines me. If I said I'd never had caf, many might be surprised and think it was unconventional but no one would imagine that incidental fact to be a window into my soul. Neither is this," Leia asseverated. "It's just one thing about me, one choice I've made. And that choice doesn't mean I'm a naïve innocent, nor am I a frigid ice queen or a frustrated spinster. I'm not a man-hating feminist, or a virgin princess oppressed into moral submission by the male hierarchy. Or — a theory quite popular amongst my former male colleagues — I am not afraid or timidly put-off by the power and might of male genitalia."
Han snorted a laugh at that. "Didn't think you were, Sweetheart…Though mine does pack quite a punch; that's a Han Solo guarantee."
She rolled her eyes and teased, "Spoken like a true scoundrel."
"No, spoken like someone who'll make sure you get off first — and that's a nice man."
She smiled along with him, a spark lighting her blood at his promise. "But I think you're missing the point, Han. I don't want to keep some imagined concept of my 'virtue' intact. I'm not looking to pass a kind of royal chastity test. I'm perfectly ready to lose — which is itself a problematic term; it's not as if it were an accident — be rid of, be done with, give you my virginity."
Yes, Leia settled it with a nod; she liked that word infinitely better. Because it would be a choice, a gift she was bestowing to share her body — herself — with him.
Just saying it aloud, the very thought of her giving him her body conjured up an image that was clearly affecting them both.
She closed her eyes heavily, taking a deep breath to calm her raging hormones. "We would be doing everything, Han, if it were only under different circumstances…"
That had been the most difficult time Leia ever had turning something down — excruciating, really, when it was so very wanted. But her intention was to protect her heart by being careful with her body when the man in question would soon be leaving her, and that notion extended to all physical intimacies, not only penetrative sex.
She was discovering, though, that as sensible a concept as that may be, rationality was fine until you came right down to facing goodbye. Now, all she could think was that it hadn't been enough: not enough time, not enough discovery, not enough gratification, not enough of being lost to feeling.
After years of wanting him, of imagining how incredible it would be to let herself have him, now it was coming to an end and it just simply hadn't been enough. She'd kept too tight a rein of control. She'd let herself go with him without ever fully letting herself go at all.
Why shouldn't she get to have that? Why not be allowed? Couldn't she? What was to stop her? After all, she had been the one who'd drawn these imaginary lines of physicality. Why couldn't she transgress them? It had been her choice then; it was her choice now.
And the original metaphor she'd come up with of allowing herself to dip a toe in the water wasn't in itself flawed. As long as they were going into it openly, honestly, and both aware of it as a premeditated mutual decision.
As she laid the rinsed toothbrush back down on the countertop and walked out of the fresher, an erotically charged giggle bubbled up from Leia's throat at her subconscious's correction that toes had already been dipped with Han — a full leg at least. Still, even to wade waist-deep was not entirely underwater; no one was drowning that way.
Perhaps they could explore some of those 'other things' Han had suggested.
She had been worried this whole time that if they engaged in sex, it would make her feel closer to him, more bonded with him; that was her rationale for avoiding it. But Leia reasoned — and she didn't believe it was just lust talking — pleasing one another in other ways, not as foreplay but as the main event, could be permissible. That wouldn't be the same as sexual intercourse. Not because it would preserve some outdated physical sense of virginity but because it would be an act to perform on each other, something individual rather than a shared experience. There would still be a separation to it. It wouldn't mean wholly immersing herself in him or fully giving herself over to them, the collective entity of the two of them combined. There would be no combining this way, only touching, feeling, enjoying, finally finding release.
She felt satisfied this was the perfect solution, providing her with an emotional safety net while at the same time capping things off between them with more intimacy and more vulnerability with and to him than she'd ever before engaged in with anyone else. Allowing Han to see her lost in passion and pleasure — being the cause of it — was certainly significant and meaningful to her. She was confident it would be to him, too. Yet, stopping there would also still maintain some boundaries for her in both a physical and emotional sense.
Leia's contemplations were broken by Han's reappearance in the bedroom doorway. Freshly showered and bare-chested, barefooted, wearing only a soft pair of sleep pants slung low across his hips and newly dried hair adorably mussed from both his fingers and the sonics, he was a mouth-watering sight.
He walked into the room innocuously, seemingly without any prospects of picking up where they'd left off. But with his fine body so fully on display and her mind now securely made up, she could think of nothing else.
That lean, toned physique of his…taut bronzed skin…the masculine dusting of hair across his pectorals in the exact amount of her personal preference — everything about Han's body was unfairly designed to her particular ideals of perfection; all the features she found the most attractive, the most desirable. He looked utterly delectable, and her internal monologue screamed, Let me have him! Please, let me have him!, on an endless loop.
Through impressive discipline, Leia maintained some self-control and kept that hungry thought to herself. She smiled at him in greeting but refrained from saying anything untoward as she sat down on the bed, drawing her legs up onto the mattress to rest atop the covers.
Han returned her smile, making a concerted effort to determinedly cling to the vow he'd made himself in the fresher of firm self-control. But she was still wearing the brain-melting lingerie. With no seduction plan in store, he'd half thought she would change out of it into something more conducive to comfortable sleeping, if only just his discarded shirt. Thank all the gods, during dinner she'd put a matching silk robe over it. It didn't do a thing to hide her beauty or her outrageous sexiness, but at least it kept his tongue from lolling out of his mouth, panting in heat, over their meal.
Of course, now that they were on the cusp of going to sleep, she'd taken it back off, and he was struck anew by the vision of Leia lounging there on the bed waiting for him with only the flimsiest, most enticing scraps of fabric barely covering her. He cleared his throat and came over to her, resolutely reminding his body: self-control.
Han had no way of knowing that Leia was undergoing the same battle, though she had freely given up on hers.
Once he settled onto the bed beside her, resting back against the headboard in a position mirroring her own, Leia let her desirous thoughts be known.
"I really am sorry about earlier, and I promise I'm not trying to repeat it." She wanted to make that clear before anything else."
"It's okay, I know," he dismissed that worry with a slight tilt of his chin in her direction.
"But I was thinking…" Leia began hesitantly, uncertain how to approach this when it was such a reversal of her previous position. She didn't want to sound too brazen, especially after she'd nearly jumped him earlier with somewhat shady intent. However, she knew he wouldn't be making any such amorous suggestions on his own, so it could only be left up to her to put it out there. There was nothing for it; she plunged ahead. "We could still make the most of our last night together without it going as far as actual sex."
He shifted on his hip to face her. "Yeah?"
"Yes," she nodded decisively. Following his lead, she pivoted her body toward his, bending one leg beneath her. "And this is something that all of me is on board with," she assured him with a look of eager heat to match her words. "I mean it: no reservations." Leia placed her hand over his thigh in confirmation, her thumb rubbing idle patterns into the soft cotton.
Han gave her a warm half-smirk, pleased with this turn of her mood. "Well then, I think that's something we can manage."
He assumed that "make the most of our last night" but short of sex meant more of the passionate making out they'd been engaging in throughout the trip here. Perhaps kicking it up a notch with some dirty talk. He'd had to nudge her in that direction in the past, but Leia always liked it whenever they did get candid about their graphic imaginings of each other — it excited her to relive it, or to admit it, or to describe it to him; maybe a combination of all three. Either way, it was sure to be pleasing to her, and he was confident that he could keep himself under control for that.
"Think that could work for us real good," Han approved.
He slowly gathered her still-loose hair in his hands and deposited it behind her shoulders to spill down her back. Leaning in, he pressed his mouth tenderly to hers, wanting things to start off with that gentle promise of affection. Then he bent lower, his cheek brushing hers as he ventured out along the lines she'd requested.
"Tell me, Leia," he whispered against the shell of her ear, low and seductive the way she liked, "what would you do if I didn't have to leave?"
He was cupping the back of her neck and even that gentle touch of his fingers in such an innocuous place was wonderfully stimulating, like she could feel the touch all over. "Do what we did on Ord Mantell," she answered without question, already absorbed in a surge of searing desire thinking about that night, wanting it that way again — realizing they could have that, and more, right here and now.
Han took her earlobe between his teeth, working it over with his tongue until she made a soft sound of wanting and reached for him, pulling him nearer.
"Take off our clothes?" he reiterated the fantasy, drawing back his neck to look at her but keeping his body close.
She nodded demurely, a sharp contrast to the noise she'd just made.
"Then what?"
Leia blinked at him; she thought the answer to that was obvious.
Han smiled at the look she gave him because, yes, the ultimate activity it would lead to was undeniable — and he was glad she thought so, too — but he was searching out specifics. "I mean, what would you want me to do to you?" he asked, bending again to begin kissing his way down the side of her neck. "How would you want me to start?"
Leia understood then that he wanted her to talk suggestively to him, to describe it in depth. She was still new at that, at being able to boldly discuss graphic sexual details with him and not feel embarrassed, but she figured this was as good a place as any to start, and an excellent segue for turning telling into doing. "I'd want you to kiss me."
He brought his mouth up to hers, keenly obliging Leia for several long, scorching minutes. When he eventually eased back, she sighed her approval at that wish fulfilled, and as his lips set back off on their prior path down her neck, she gave further instructions. "Kiss me, and then touch me."
The way she said it, with such utter yearning, made everything pull tight inside him — and he had to delve deeper into that part of her fantasy. "Touch you where?" he rumbled into the hollow of her throat, his voice a deep, virile baritone washing over her.
It made Leia's toes curl every time he spoke to her in that tone, left her blood hot and her body aching for him. "Everywhere."
"'M glad you want that." Han kissed his way across her collarbone. "And I'd get there, wouldn't leave a single place out." He switched to the opposite side of her neck and favored her other clavicle. "But 'everywhere' has a start, Leia." He met her gaze and held it, urging her on. "Where should I start?"
Incited by the look of intense hunger on his face, Leia lost all self-consciousness. "My breasts, my bare breasts." She bit her lip, closing her eyes as she explicitly imagined it. "Then between my legs. I—" She caught her breath as his hand gripped her knee, then slid up her thigh with searing purpose. "I'd want your hands all over me — every part of my body. And your mouth, all across my skin…Then I'd want to feel you inside me, moving inside me. I'd want it all. Everything. With you."
Han had been watching her expression as she talked, as she gave herself over to the fantasy, to raw lust and desire. Her passion fed his own, lighting him up from the inside out, and he couldn't hold back the curse it sent tripping off his tongue. "Kriff, Leia. You know how to ruin a man," he said gruffly.
She opened her eyes and smiled, was about to respond when he kissed her again: passionately, exhaustively, not letting up this time, certain he'd find the answers to everything he'd never even known he needed — to life itself — inside her mouth.
When they finally broke for air, Leia could wait no more and told him tremulously, "Let's not only pretend. You can do it, really do it."
She had spoken boldly but in enough of a whisper that Han didn't trust he'd heard her correctly. His eyes slid to hers, rapt and intense. "Sweetheart?" he asked, needing her to repeat that.
"You can touch me. Now. Right now." As far as she was concerned, even a millisecond was too long to wait.
It had been such an unprecedented dry spell for him, and he wanted her so much, that despite whatever short-lived relief he'd accomplished in the fresher, the little bit of kissing and touching and ribald talk they'd engaged in had already been enough to thoroughly arouse him, his sleep pants tenting out to their limit in an obvious testament to her effect on him, but that suggestion instantly left Han painfully hard. "I can—?"
He looked at her in question, and she nodded.
Had she not been so on fire for him, Leia would have found Han's double-take comical.
"Are — you — you're sure?" he stumbled over his words.
"I'm still not…not sex. Not yet." Sex was a literal joining of their bodies. Sex, for her, would mean emotionally connecting with him on a whole other level. "But some of those 'other things' we've talked about…that you could do to me, that we can do to each other," she finished, her tone a tempting sotto voce meant to encourage him.
"Leia…" Han's voice was thick with open yearning, but equally heavy with hesitation.
"I want to have a sexual experience with you," she readily told him — and he could hardly believe it was real, had to tip his head back, close his eyes and summon every fiber of his strength not to just take her in his arms, take whatever she was offering. "Please don't say no."
There was a entreating quality to her tone now that spoke to his heart rather than his body. "Sweetheart, I'm not turning you down." Were they together, were the situation different, he couldn't conceive of a time when he would ever turn her down. "But I need you to be sure," he emphasized. "Not just in this moment but in the next: tomorrow, the next day, after I'm gone. And you said—"
"I know what I said," Leia acknowledged with a touch of impatience, "but I am sure. Yes, this is a complete reversal, I can admit that, but I mean it; I know my own mind. This is what I want. And I'm not trying to let you persuade me or sweep me along for the ride. I'm in the driver's seat, Han. Me. I'm asking for this; I want it. I've wanted it for so long — you were right all along — and this is the perfect compromise. Not to you, but to myself."
"Okay, but even short of full sex…I don't want the things we do together to be—"
He didn't know how to put it into words. Han only knew he didn't want her to feel badly afterwards — about him, about what they'd done, about herself. He didn't want her to experience even a hint of resentment, or remorse, or to ever look back on it with any kind of negative feeling.
"I don't want you to have any regrets, Leia." He held her eyes almost pleadingly. "I don't want to be any part of your regrets. I want what we have to be better than that, above that."
"I do, too." Leia went up on her knees, cupping his face with both hands. "I don't want there to be anything ugly between us, not ever. I would never want to do anything to blemish what we have, and if I thought it would be that way, I wouldn't be inviting it now."
She was aware it was likely her own fault that he would think she could think that after some of the things she said following Ord Mantell, but even at her lowest she'd never truly believed he'd had deceitful intentions. "You're worried I'll feel used or exploited, but it's not like that, I know. Yes, in the past we've fought, we've hurt each other, but it's been out of misunderstanding, pain, fear. Even then, we've both shown a willingness to die to protect the other. I know you would never take advantage of me; there's not a single doubt in my mind. And now that I also know you're coming back? I won't regret it. You promised you'd find me again, Han. How could I regret it?"
She wound her arms around his neck. "All of me with be in it with you," she promised, meeting his earlier criteria. "Actively involved in it…every part of me enjoying it. I think you'll feel as much," she enticed, pressing the front of her body to his. She whimpered herself to feel his chest grazing her rigid nipples through only the thin lace and gave a half-sheepish, half-cajoling smile at the noise she'd made. "Hear as much…"
Han's arms went around her at that, his hands coasting down to settle low on her hips. "If we do this…what kind of 'other things' are we talkin'?"
Leia coyly shrugged. "I'll leave that up to your imagination, Captain…" she said in a breathy whisper as her mouth descended on his. She was no longer trying to seduce him so much as she was rapacious at the thought of what they could do to each other. Leia sucked on his lower lip, tugging it along with her by her teeth even as he pulled back.
"Mmm, gods," he grunted raspingly, "I love it when you do that. But, Leia, you've got to talk to me here. Before things get all hot and riled up, I need to know exactly what you want. Gotta know what is and isn't allowed. I need to hear it from you, in words."
She nodded. Consent was important and he was trying to ensure hers. That made him a conscientious lover and a good man, so Leia fought to bring her brain back around to conscious thought in order to give him the guidelines he needed. "I want you to touch me. Nowhere is off-limits. If I don't like something, I'll tell you to stop. But I—I want something more intense than we've done before, something more intimate, more significant."
Leia sat back against her legs and took his right hand. Deliberately holding his gaze, she guided it to her chest, leading his fingers to slip beneath the edge of her chemise. "Touch me. I need you to, if only just a little."
Already, Han was undone. "Leia, everything with you has been significant. But if that's what you want, I'll touch you a little." His voice dropped low, deep and sensuous. "I'll love you every last bit I can."
He kissed her fervidly, not removing his hand from where she placed it but keeping it still, letting the passion build again. He broke from her lips to run his mouth down her neck, applying suction where it met her shoulder until she gave a low hum of enjoyment. When he added his teeth into the mix in a series of gentle bites, he felt her breath come quicker, her body dissolving into fluid, serene abandon against his. Only then did he allow his fingers to progress further inside her chemise. It was just the smallest centim at first — only a flutter of movement, really — but her lips fell open on a rushed intake of air.
Leia wanted more of it, more of him, and she arched into his touch, pulling his face back up to hers and kissing him hungrily, her tongue swirling over his. She moaned into his mouth when, a moment later, Han at last slid his hand fully beneath her negligée and spread his fingers over her velvety skin.
His touch along her bare breast sparked liquid fire through her blood. His middle finger nudged into her nipple and Leia whined needfully, in a way that left Han absolutely destroyed. A rumble of answering pleasure sounded in his throat, and seized by it, he suddenly burrowed his face into her breasts, trying to get his mouth at her through the lace.
Ultimately, it was Leia who became so restless in her enthusiasm for him that she unceremoniously whipped the negligée over her head, letting it drop through her fingers onto the bed beside them.
What followed was a stunned moment where Han could do nothing but look at her.
"Leia…you are…"
Beyond words, he gave a shake of his head in awe, taking several long seconds more to simply admire her topless. All but naked now, nothing but the tiniest scrap of lace covering her sex and her hair spilling over her back like a dark wave on the wildest ocean, she was a nymph, a siren, something even his imagination hadn't been able to conjure up as he'd never before known anything to be this perfect — and she wanted him.
"Gods, Leia, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. You're—"
Leia grabbed his hands; she couldn't stand it anymore to not have them on her. She needed him touching her again. But rather than frantic as before, he slowed down now, even as she eagerly pressed his hands to her bare breasts. He looked into her eyes for a moment with a soft, tender smile before his gaze drifted down to watch himself cup and caress her.
Han's work-rough hands on her sensitive skin offered an erotic, pleasing friction that acted as a stark but delicious contrast to the tenderness with which he touched her; in combination, the two were perfection. His attentions gradually turned to a sensual massage, gently squeezing her breasts while rubbing his thumbs in narrowing circles, closer and closer to her stiff peaks. When he finally reached his mark, she gasped her pleasure, and Han shifted his hands to take her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, softly tweaking. Leia mewled, rendered uninhibited and wild by his stimulating touch, curving her back to press herself into his hands, seeking further contact.
Seeing her unmistakably evident enjoyment, Han palmed her breasts again and scissored her nipples between his middle and ring fingers up the length of his hands. Leia's eyes slammed closed on a moan and she laid back against the bed, pulling him down to lie over her, her hand moving to his jaw to drag his mouth down to hers.
Han wrapped his arms around her ribcage and drew her body up against his, holding her there, skin-to-skin. The feel of her naked breasts brushing over his chest sent a ripple of pure pleasure through him. Though it was heaven to feel her there, he couldn't resist the temptation to have her back filling his hand, and he adjusted his hold enough to bring his fingers back to her breast, playing there while they kissed, until they eventually had to break away to catch their breaths.
Leia was ready to immediately dive back in, but Han held back a moment, taking her in, their eyes catching and holding. He smiled down at her with warm affection; she flashed him a slightly dazed but delighted smile back.
"Should we keep going?" he asked.
"Yes," she nodded enthusiastically against the pillow. Her smile turned to a naughty smirk and she wound her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, pointing his chin downward with clear intent.
Han laughed, more than happy to indulge that request, and began trailing his lips down her neck and throat, slowly making his way toward her breasts. When he reached them, he kissed across the top of one breast and then switched to the other, working over and teasing with his hand whichever one didn't occupy his mouth. Once he'd kissed over the tops of both her breasts, Han traced his mouth along their sides, studiously avoiding the tips, amping up her anticipation until, desperate, Leia called his name in aching entreaty — and he finally, finally, pressed a gentle kiss to her bud.
He heard her sharp gasp, felt her tremble in his arms. In response, Han licked her other nipple with the flat of his tongue and Leia's mouth opened into a high-pitched cry of hedonistic delight, her neck craning back with abandon. Doubling down, he returned his attention to her first breast, his tongue slick and supple as he curled it around her taut nipple, flicked overtop it with the tip of his tongue. Just when Leia thought nothing could possibly feel any better, Han opened his lips and drew her into the soft, wet heat of his mouth.
A wanton sound bubbled up from deep inside her, a licentious noise her aunts would have claimed no well-bred princess should be making, but Leia didn't care. Engulfed in sensation, adrift on a luscious current of pleasure running from her nipple straight down to her core, she clutched one hand at Han's back, the other gripping a fistful of his hair, holding his mouth against her as he sucked greedily; a hungry, relentless suction while he rolled her sensitized nipple around on his tongue.
Leia's deep, throaty moans of ecstasy set Han's blood afire, his heart pounding, and when he felt her hips begin a needful rocking, her pelvis pressing and rubbing against his stomach, he had to remind himself to cool his own urges. This wouldn't end in sex; he was making this all about her.
Following Leia's cues that she was thoroughly wound up and ready for further stimulation, Han started his mouth on a meandering path down from her breasts, over her ribcage, to her abdomen, dipping his tongue into her navel in a whirling eddy.
"That feels good," she sighed, carding her fingers through his hair. "Why does that feel so good?"
He smirked against her skin, tonguing her again. "Pleasure point, Worship. 'M gonna find 'em all." With that vow, he set out across her lower belly with nibbling kisses and teasing, fleeting darts of his tongue until he came to the barrier of her underwear.
Han set his chin to her pubic bone, then bent his nose to breathe her in, groaning at the resulting throb of desire in his groin. A shaky exhale left him, blowing hot and tantalizing against her skin, and Leia trembled beneath him, her hips shifting receptively. That hadn't been intentional on his part, but he would take her excitement. He'd wanted to taste her for so long, he was ravenous — nearly overcome — at the thought. He took the lace edge of her panties between his teeth, biting it back. But as he did, Han felt Leia's body tense, and he immediately released the fabric.
"I — can — can we leave those on?" she stammered, so aroused she was stumbling over her words. But she'd told him she would stop him if she felt uncomfortable, and she was uneasy about his next course of action. She hadn't intended on removing any of her clothing — taking off the negligee had happened in the heat of the moment. Leia knew that if she got completely naked, if he kissed her there, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from having him the rest of the way.
Before she even spoke, Han sensed from her body language that this was a line she wasn't ready to cross, and he raised his head to look up at her, catching her eyes. "Course. Whatever you want, Leia," he promised, gentle and earnest. He pressed his lips to her abdomen with extra tenderness to show her he meant it, and then moved his kisses back up her body to her breasts, where she seemed to want him so keenly.
When his mouth was back at her nipples, kissing and sucking her to a fever pitch, Leia was afloat in a sea of rapture once more, almost out-of-body but at the same time never more aware of it. "Mmm, Han," she moaned, feeling that precursory tightening of her lower abdomen, sweat beginning to form at the small of her back, and her inner muscles pulsing, astonishing her with the knowledge that she was building towards a climax through this alone.
"More," she requested, a breathy, unbridled plea that surprised even herself. She hadn't meant to verbally request it, but it spilled out in her need.
"More?" he echoed, checking in with her.
"Yes." His lips were instantly back on her. "Yes." He swirled his tongue over her nipple then sucked her back into his mouth, gently nibbling, and she cried out, her hips jerking up against him.
"More of this? Or something more besides?" he asked temptingly, and watched her eyes catch fire at the possibility.
Spurred on by her look of intense craving at his suggestion, Han replaced his mouth at her breast with his hand and moved up the bed to bring his lips back to hers. Leia kissed him avidly, so mindlessly lost to passion she barely noticed as he shifted from overtop her to lying beside her, propping himself up on his left elbow on the pillow next to hers. When he moved his right hand from her breast and began trailing it down her side, however, she picked up on what he had in mind and swiftly placed her hand atop his, dragging it the rest of the way down her body to show him how welcome that action was.
Leia stopped his hand below her navel and removed hers, fisting it into the sheets in anticipation, a signal for him to take over. Han thought he understood what she was asking for, but he didn't want to misinterpret, especially since she was intent on leaving her underwear on.
Watching her carefully, he dipped two fingers just beneath the waistband of her panties. When she didn't object, he moved his hand along her abdomen from hipbone to hipbone in a tender caress. Her skin shivered under his touch and her eyes had fallen closed; both things Han took as a positive sign. He slid his hand back to the middle of her belly and slipped the rest of his fingers just within her underwear to join the others, watching her intently. "Do you want me to stop?"
Brown eyes met hazel, and Leia shook her head against the pillow. "Don't stop," she whispered eagerly, opening her legs to him in invitation.
Han's gaze tracked down her body to follow his hand as it slid fully beneath shimmersilk and lace where he gently cupped her, pressing his palm to her sleek heat. She made a melting sound; her body, too, seemed to strain and then melt into his touch. When he began exploring further, his fingers tracing her, Leia's breath caught, his feather-light touch equal parts satisfying and teasing.
At the hitch in her breathing, Han glanced up at her face, waiting for any small sign that it was too much or she'd changed her mind, but all he saw was enjoyment and desire, so he gave himself permission to get lost in her. And how easy that was to do! The intimate feel of her there: delicate, petal-soft skin, as soft as a flame-rose and giving Han the same narcotic high of a sweetblossom petal.
He closed his eyes a moment, savoring her, moved as much emotionally as physically to finally be able to touch her this way. "Gods…you're like heaven," he marveled, his voice as reverent as his heated touch. "Chielo, Leia, chielo." {Heaven, Leia, heaven.}
As if speaking to her in Olys wasn't enough, Han turned his wrist to press his knuckle against her, moving it along her cleft and gently opening her. He stroked three fingers over her most sensitive skin and exhaled a vanquished groan at finding her so impossibly hot and wet, so obviously wanting and ready for him.
Between that low masculine sound and the tantalizing swirls of his busy fingers, Leia gave an overwhelmed little whimper and started moving in counterpoint, pleading, "Oh, please don't stop, don't ever stop."
Han certainly hadn't planned to; he was electrified to feel, hear, and see her come alive for him.
His twisting, winding rhythm along her warm folds was everything to Leia in that moment, and she ground enthusiastically against his fingers, whining both gratification and need, seeking out more of his caressing touch; of long and nimble, wide and calloused fingers that told of a life of agility, dexterity, and skillful workmanship, now using all those talents to bring her pleasure, proving to be as adept at working her over as he was the Falcon —and equally able to make her soar. Particularly when he brought his broad thumb into play, rubbing circles first around then onto her swollen clit.
Her answering cry nearly broke him. "Honey…karelul," Han sighed. {Honey, darling.} He could feel her trembling all over with dual pleasure and yearning. "Aw, you're so — Sweetheart — tia malseca." {Sweetheart — so wet.}
Leia made a soft humming response, her body positively vibrating beneath his touch.
Han glanced away from the movements of his hand inside her underwear to look at her — eyes closed, head thrown back, hair cascading across the pillow, mouth ajar in ecstasy — and it set him ablaze. He'd never wanted anything or anyone more in his life than he did the sight of Leia right now: flushed and breathing heaving, hips straining at his touch, pert nipples still glistening from his mouth.
"Gods, min volgoth al atori via korpo, Leia." {Gods, I want to worship your body, Leia.} He moved his fingers down to slowly circle her center as his thumb continued to work her clit, and she quivered as he pressed a single fingertip against her entrance. "Can I—"
"Yes," Leia gave ready permission before he even had a chance to finish the question.
Then he was sliding his finger inside her and it was poignant, it was divine, to have him touching her this way at last. It was already worlds better than anything she'd ever experienced. When she gasped her pleasure, he added another finger, stretching her so exquisitely. "Ohhh," she sighed in awe at the bliss he was generating. "Oh, Han."
He made three long, slow strokes inside her that left her moaning in earnest, tossing about on the pillow. He nearly withdrew his fingers entirely, pausing that way, not completing the fourth stroke until she whimpered and shuddered with need for more. She was almost to the point of begging when Han brought his fingers back home again, sliding hard and fast into her. Leia's hips arched aggressively off the bed into his hand. "Kriff!" she gasped in a hot, breathy rush.
She opened her eyes in time to see Han's relish, gratified by her cursing in the heat of the moment. He smiled down at her, that gorgeous half-smirk that did delicious things to her even when his fingers weren't buried inside her. "You like that?" he asked.
"Yes, yes," she panted as he continued to expertly move within her, and when he repeated that same withdraw-hold-roughly-glide-home motion, she broke into a fervent cry of, "Goddess, yes!"
Her body undulated with the plunges of his fingers, writhing against him in helpless delight, and Han watched her all the while, looking deeply into her eyes as he pleasured her. "Leia…" he whispered tender and low, awash with feeling.
He'd never done that before, with anyone. He'd never looked at a woman during sex — or touching, kissing, anything. He'd looked at body parts, gotten off watching the mechanics of intercourse: the wiggle of naked tits, his cock disappearing between soft red lips. But never, never, had he looked at — into — a woman: her eyes, her heart. And that's exactly how it felt with Leia — deeper, richer, fuller, something powerful. All at once, it felt like something bigger, something elevated. More than just touching her, pleasing her; it felt like a conversation they were having without words, an affirmation, an emotional consummation.
Han sighed her name again. "Leia. Nyeve. Nyeve senhi ten tiamanier anhay." {Never. Never felt this way before.} He lowered himself to tenderly kiss her lips — once, twice, a third, longer time — then he went back to watching her as he loved her.
"Han…I…" The eye contact while he touched her felt like reaching down into her soul. It was by far the most truly intimate thing they had ever done, and suddenly she found herself close to tears. "Oh Han, Han, Han…"
"Aliha valle sel al mi," he whispered with the same awe she felt. "What you do to me…"
With that, he changed his rhythm, curling his fingers inside her, pressing up against her inner wall, reaching a spot that stroked her into mindlessness with the exquisite unmatched rhythm of come hither, come hither, come.
Han bent back to her breast and drew her pebbled nipple into his mouth, sucking her, his tongue laving her in time to the strokes of his fingers. Leia's eyes slammed closed and her hips bucked beneath him, fierce and involuntary, frenzied and wild with it, past the point of speech and onto only eager whimpers and halting, keening cries.
"That's it. That's it, Amant," he thickly encouraged, speeding his movements. "Ven. Las iri il ven. Let go and come for me, Leia."
Leia felt like she was coming apart, like it was almost too much, too good. She'd had many orgasms before, but this was something different — more. Like the sheer pleasure of it could overwhelm her, shattering her resolve, her last defenses against him into millions of irretrievable pieces. She felt overcome and sharply startled at the utter lack of control over her own body, over the unparalleled sensations and where they were inexorably taking her; disconcerting for a woman who was always so very self-disciplined and contained. In that panic, something within her held back against it.
"H—Haan." She opened stunned, anxious eyes that were instantly met by his warm, receptive, loving ones.
"Leia, Sweetheart," he murmured. He could see that she was strung tight with need, like a band ready to snap, but she was resisting it even if she didn't realize she was doing it. "Just let go, baby, let it happen." Han softly kissed her lips again, reaching for and twining the fingers of his left hand with her right. "Let me love you. Kapihulac al li. Al nin." {Surrender to it. To us.}
Leia brought her other hand to his shoulder, clutching him to her as closely as she could and still allow him the space to move his hand between their bodies.
"You're alright, I'm here with you. Just give yourself over to it, Leia," Han tenderly urged, looking into her eyes again.
And it was so good, so sweet and so loving, that suddenly Leia didn't want to hold back any longer, and she felt herself letting go. In that moment, she opened herself to him completely — to more than just the physical touch she was allowing, to him, to Han. Every movement of his fingers, every wave of pleasure he gave her translated to an emotional spark, a chain falling away from her heart to freely belong to him.
"Leia, Leia, min larel…" Han whispered to her as he kept stroking her, eyes intent on hers, his heart, his everything in them. "Min larel valle." {I love you.}
And that was it; her body took off. Coiled tight around him, inside and out, she fractured into pure euphoria, rhythmically contracting around his fingers as she cried out in loud and brutal ecstasy, blissful tremors radiating through her entire body.
Han watched, transfixed and overcome himself, as her body spasmed and shook with pleasure. He kept up his rhythm for her throughout her orgasm, continuing to move his fingers as her walls pulsed around them, until her hips finally stilled. Then he dropped his face into her neck, unguardedly nuzzling her, lost to the emotion of it.
"Larel valle, larel valle, larel valle," he repeated into her throat like a chant, a prayer; unable to stop saying them now that the words were out. {Love you, love you, love you.}
Stricken with devotion and love, he continued whispering beautiful nothings to her — "Leia, Leia, so perfect"; "Dios, kie min larel valle"; "Sweetheart, mia karelul"; "Leia, mia larel"; "Leia, larel" — while his fingers moved soft and slow, tapering off into a gentle circular massage inside her, easing her down even as his touch sparked quivering aftershocks. {Gods, how I love you; Sweetheart, my darling; Leia, my love; Leia, love.}
Leia squeezed his hand, the first sign of returning to herself, and Han squeezed back, dropping little kisses along her neck and shoulders down to the upper swells of her breasts as he gently extracted his fingers and removed his right hand from her underwear, his left still entwined with hers.
He pressed a slow and sensuous kiss to her mouth, nibbling at her lower lip, before he told her in a deep and husky rumble, "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. By far."
She opened her eyes and gave him an amazed and satisfied smile. Leia was winded, her heart yet racing, her body still experiencing tingles of unrivaled pleasure from how he'd loved her. It was incredible. She'd never felt better in her life. "Han…You…I—" She was too affected to put it into words.
Han just smiled, brought his lips back to hers, and she shivered. He let her bask in the afterglow, holding her as she further recovered herself.
After a while, she asked him, "What was that you said to me?"
"Hmm?" he questioned dreamily, pulling back to better hear her, to catch her eye again. "What, Sweetheart?"
Just the fact that Han Solo had sounded dreamy was enough to make Leia's heart flip joyously. "You said something to me. Min…min larel?" she carefully repeated it. "What is that?"
"It's nothing," Han tried, and he peppered kisses across her cheekbones, moving down her jaw to her neck in an effort at distraction.
"No." Leia shook her head. "It's not nothing." Her hand caught his chin, tipping his face back up, giving in to the impulse to dotingly tracing her thumb over his scar. "I think it might be a…a very big something. What is it?" she coaxed.
"It's Olys Corellisi," he gave in, and she rewarded him with a soft kiss.
"I gathered that much," she smiled against his lips. "But what does it mean?"
"It's…an endearment," he said evasively, all but confirming her suspicions.
"You said it once before, in the water on Ord Mantell." Leia's smile grew brighter with every word she spoke. "What does it mean, specifically?"
He hesitated and she ran her fingers up into his hair, massaging his scalp. "You can tell me, Han. I…I think I already know what it means. I think I heard it in how you said it, then and now. I think I felt it in how you touched me."
Han kissed her mouth, the tip of her nose, her forehead. "It means 'my love'," he revealed.
Leia considered that, her eyes soft and glowing with happiness. "My love." She looked into his eyes, tender and intent, so it was clear she wasn't just repeating it but saying it to him meaningfully, calling him that now. "Min larel." She played a finger over his lips, then kissed them. "When you said that, I felt safe, I felt happy, I felt…treasured." She had felt such a strong sense of reverent emotion, of adoration, radiating from him; it was a truly beautiful experience. "When you said it, it made me…" she trailed off.
"Come?" Han smirked. "I know. I felt that."
Leia smirked back and a hot blush colored her cheeks, a reaction she was determined to quickly overcome, but sharing this part of herself was still new to her. Certainly, no one before had ever witnessed her orgasm, let alone caused it.
"And you're gorgeous doing it," he assured her. "Absolutely stunning."
Han dropped a kiss to her collarbone before pushing off his elbow to recline over on his side, still looking at her, watching as she serenely moved her arms above her head, stretching and sighing, unable to stop smiling. Blissfully satiated, she arched her back, accentuating her bare breasts. He doubted she'd done it to purposefully titillate him, but more power to her if she had; it was definitely working, though his own arousal was not his primary focus. She was all warm and relaxed, happy and giggly beside him. He'd waited years to see her that way, to give her that sort of galaxy-off-her-shoulders release, and he was basking in it as much as she was.
"I love sated Leia," he remarked in appreciation.
She gave a soft, contented laugh, turning her head on the pillow to look at him. "You're not going to tease me about how right you were? About how much I adore you right now?"
"Nah, that wouldn't be fair." He ran his forefinger along her breast, softly tracing her areola. "Not when I adore you right back."
Leia stirred to press a kiss to Han's shoulder, feeling utterly replete with satisfaction and with love. After a moment more of watching him watch her, she shifted onto her side facing him. "Han…" She set her palm to his chest and gently nudged him over to lie flat on his back. "...how do you look when you come?"