Interlude

By Dianora

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This story is rated NC-17. Please stop now if you're under 17 or sensative to adult-themed material.


 

When, Leia wondered for the hundredth time that afternoon, would they be getting the hell off of Endor?

The entire command unit had shipped down to the Enchanted Forest, as she’d taken to sarcastically calling it, to assess their victory and to ascertain the Alliance’s next move. She understood the reasoning, since most of the fleet was now either parked somewhere on the forest moon or docked in nearby space. But those furry little Ewoks were beginning to drive her mad…

And on top of everything else, she hadn’t seen Han since he’d left her bed that morning. And that was threatening to put her into a singularly foul mood. So when she found herself with some time to spare, she’d made a beeline for the Millennium Falcon, not needing any kind of Force-induced nonsense to figure out that that was probably where he was holed up.

Neither human nor Wookie greeted her at the entrance to the ship, but the boarding ramp was down. Taking that as an invitiation, she went inside and headed for the cockpit.

When she got there she hesitated in the entranceway and just admired the sight of him, drinking him in. The memory of their lovemaking from the night before sent a pleasant shudder through her. It was all so overwhelming. Being with Han was like a thrill ride that she was terrified would soon come to a complete stop. And she wasn’t wearing a safety harness. “I thought I’d find you here,” she said quietly.

He didn’t turn around. “Where else would I be?”

Her heart sank. Oh, boy. What now? Determined not to let him get to her, she sidled over to the pilot’s chair and ran a hand through his thick brown hair. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

He looked at her and his face lit up, sending a wave of relief washing through her. He tugged at her arm like a child asking for candy, and she complied, easing into his lap and placing her arms around his neck.“Why were you looking for me?” he asked.

She pulled back a little, raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t aware I needed a reason.”

“Sorry.” He pulled her to him again, and she responded by resting her head on his chest, breathing in the warm scent of him. He stroked her hair gently, almost reverently. “I needed to do some thinking.”

“About?”

He was silent for too long. Then: “About what’s next. About what I’m supposed to do now.”

She stiffened, then forced herself to relax, not wanting him to know he was making her anxious. “What do you mean?”

He cleared his throat nervously and tightened his embrace. “Well, I mean, the war’s over right? So now what? I’m sure you’ll have no problem moving right into whatever form of government gets cooked up, and Luke has his whole Jedi thing to keep him busy, but what about me? I only know two things, sweetheart: fighting and flying. The Rebellion—the Alliance—doesn’t exactly need fighters anymore, at least I hope not, and somehow I don’t think taking up smuggling again would be good for our
relationship.”

“You got that right,” she snorted against his chest. But his statement intrigued her. “Relationship, huh?”

He squirmed in her embrace. “Uh, yeah. Isn’t that what they’re calling it these days? I mean, unless you don’t think—”

She cut him off by tilting her head up and pressing her lips to his. They kissed fervently for a long moment, then she broke away. “Does that answer your question?” she whispered.

He grinned. “More or less.”

“Good.” He moved to kiss her again, but she pulled back. “So go on.”

He shot her a resigned look as he realized he wasn’t going to be able to change the subject so easily. “Well, I just feel like there’s no place for me in the Alliance any more. I did my job, and now…I guess I need to find something else to do.”

Her expression froze. “You’re going to leave, aren’t you? I thought now that Jabba was dead we wouldn’t have to...I wouldn’t have to worry about you leaving anymore. That I could finally count on you. I guess I was wrong.” She got up from his lap and moved to the co-pilot’s seat, staring out the cockpit window at a group of sickeningly cute Ewok children frolicking in the Enchanted Forest, and fighting to keep her anger in check.

“Hey,” he said urgently. “Where the hell did that come from?” He shifted in his seat, turned to face her. “Leia, the one thing I doknow is that I can’t be without you. You’re the only thing I’m sure of right now. You have to believe that.”

“I want to believe it,” she said coldly. “I just don’t know if I can.”

“Look, Your Worship—” he began, then cut himself short when he realized how he sounded. “Leia. I love you. I’ve never felt this way before about anybody, and trust me, I’ve been around. Hell, I’ve been spending the whole time since I got thawed out wondering when you were gonna drop the bomb that I didn’t really mean anything to you, that what you said on Bespin was just because you thought you’d never see me again.”

Bastard. “I don’t tell someone I love them unless I mean it,” she said tightly. She filed the “I’ve been around” comment away for another time.

He sighed in exasperation. “I know, I know. But you have to see where I’m coming from, here. Right now I feel like little more than a two-bit smuggler turned paper General.”

She stared at him in disbelief, her surprise jarring her out of her anger. “Han, how can you say that? You’re the one who pulled this bunker mission together, who helped make it a success. The fleet never would have gotten even close to the Death Star if it wasn’t for us—for you. We both know Lando sure as hell couldn’t have pulled it off on his own.”

“Granted. But now that that’s done with, I have to make sure I’m not just ‘the Princess’ boyfriend.’ I need to find my own niche.”

“Han, you have to know that there’s a place for you in the new Republic we’ll be establishing. I wasn’t kidding back on Hoth.” Gods, that felt like a lifetime ago. “You are a great help to us, you are a natural leader. And those kinds of people are always in demand.” She shook her head wearily. “I want you to do what makes you happy, Han. But I’m terrified that it will mean leaving me.”

He smiled reassuringly. “Never. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me, sweetheart.”

“Oh darn,” she replied, suppressing a grin.

Their eyes caught, and his face took on that familiar leer that never failed to send electric tingles straight to her nether regions. “C’mere.”

She tilted her head, debating whether or not to give him a hard time. Oh, hell, she’d only be depriving herself. “Of course, General.” This time she straddled him, placing her legs on either side of the pilot’s chair.

He grinned at this pleasant turn of events and embraced her eagerly. She leaned over and kissed him, softly, exploring. Kissing Han was still a new experience, something to be savored and cherished. He returned the kiss hungrily, pulling her closer, and she could feel his breathing quicken. It was such headying power, to realize the physical effect she had on him. To know that he was as affected by her closeness as she was by his.

They kissed for ages, enjoying the feeling of togetherness, of aloneness. In the back of her mind she wondered if it would always be like this, trying to stake out time for themselves in the middle of neverending crises. His lips moved to her neck, nuzzling, questing. He took her sensitive skin between his teeth and sucked tenderly. She leaned her head back and sighed at the maddening heat of his mouth.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you right now?” he whispered against her ear.

It was difficult to find her voice. “Show me,” she finally managed, her voice sounding unnaturally loud in the quiet of the cockpit. His hands moved to tug at her uniform shirt, and she helped him pull it over her head and toss it aside. He just touched her at first, tracing the lines of her bra, brushing his thumbs over her nipples through the smooth fabric, covering her breasts with his hands and kneading gently. She licked her lips anxiously. The way he looked at her sometimes, like she was a rare creature to be studied and explored...it thrilled and unnerved her at the same time. And if he didn’t do something more concrete about it in a minute she was going to scream.

Finally, he reached up to undo the fastening of her bra and slid the garment down her arms. Free of the encumberance, he caressed her breasts again, this time more roughly, possessively. When he leaned down to take one nipple into his mouth she let out a sharp sound that suspiciously resembled a whimper.

For long moments he lingered there, teasing and tasting, their harsh breathing and the sounds of his suckling the only noise in the cockpit. She moaned softly, beginning to move against him, feeling his hardness through his black trousers. When she whispered his name he finally lifted his head, breathing hard, and their eyes met.

It was like a dam breaking. Suddenly they were kissing again with desperate urgency, hard, rough, bruising. Leia practically ripped his vest and shirt off and then held him close, loving the feel of his bare skin against hers, the way goosebumps broke out on her skin at the contact. And the next thing she knew they were on the floor between the seats, tearing at the rest of their clothes, cursing under their breath with impatience.

“Where’s Chewie?” she thought to ask as she was wriggling out of her underwear.

He froze. “What?” he asked, annoyed, uncomprehending.

“Is anyone going to walk in,” she said, explaining.

“Oh. No, he’s busy, don’t worry about it ahhh…” He moaned as she grabbed his cock, stroking it deftly. “You’re a very cruel woman, Princess.”

“You love it,” she said in a strangled voice as he fought fire with fire, his hand finding his way between her legs and manipulating her with an expert touch.

“I do, I really do,” he whispered, kissing her cheeks, her forehead, her neck.

“Enough, you damn nerfherder, now…”

And then he was inside her, the world narrowing to their coordinated movements, rising and falling and rising and falling. She lifted her hips as high as she could, trying to take him in deeper, wanting her inside of her, part of her, committing to her. They were both too close to the edge to take things slowly; within moments they were moving swiftly, urgently, purposefully.

“Han…I’m going to…oh…” And she dug her nails into his back as the orgasm engulfed her, sending her over the edge, wave after wave enveloping her. When it subsided she opened her eyes to see Han’s cocky grin. He paused.

“You’re enough to drive a man crazy, you know that,” he said, eyes sparkling, and then his expression changed, growing intense, focused, and he drove into her until it hurt, and then finally, finally, released himself inside of her, groaning her name.

When he was finished he collapsed, falling on top of her, lying there until she choked. “Han, I can’t breathe…”

“Oops.” He withdrew from her gently and moved to lie down next to her, but as soon as he was on his back she climbed up on top of him, covering his body with hers. “Mmm,” he mumbled happily, his hands traveling up and down her bare back. “Now this is a nice way to spend an afternoon.”

She chuckled throatily. “Is this the first time you’ve ever been naked in here?” she asked.

He looked up at the ceiling. “Actually…”

“Never mind, I don’t want to know,” she said in disgust. And disappointment.

“Hey.” She looked up at him. “I can honestly tell you you’re the only woman I’ve ever had sex with in here.”

“Aren’t I lucky,” she drawled, doing a passable imitation of his own sardonic leer.

It was his turn to laugh. “You’re a little too good at that, you know.”

“There are a couple of other things I’m not so bad at either.”

“I’ve noticed.” He pulled her head down to his and kissed her thoroughly, making the blood pound in her ears. “Wanna move this party back to my cabin?” he asked when their lips parted.

She checked the chronometer on her wrist, and Han groaned in trepidation. “Well…I have one hour before I have to meet with the brass again,” she said with satisfaction. “That enough time, flyboy?”

He grinned his trademark grin. “I think we’ll manage. Sweetheart.”



End.

 

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