I'm sorry is on the tip of her tongue when she lifts her head, along with that was stupid and possibly I don't know what I was thinking. The last one is too much a lie, and one that suggests that she's not in control of her own faculties, so it's swiftly replaced with look, I was overwhelmed, which still sounds idiotic, but at least it's true.

But he seems more surprised than anything, and admittedly, she didn't bite him that hard. So she smiles, teeth digging into her lower lip, and looks down at his shoulder. The imprint of her mouth is still there, reddening, and she's not entirely surprised to realize just how much she likes the look of it. Mine, it says. Even if it's just for tonight.

Han still deserves some kind of explanation, and if she can find it in her to bite him, surely she can compliment the poor man. "You're beautiful." Her gaze travels down the long, supple lines of him, stomach and sides and legs and, admittedly, cock. Her hand lingers at his hip, brushing over his skin with butterfly-light touches. "I know men are supposed to be handsome, but you're--you're like a statue."

It is, she reflects after saying it, quite possibly even more stupid a comment than anything about being overwhelmed. Too late now. She'll have to live the rest of her life as The Woman Who Thought Han Solo Was Like Statuary. If he makes fun...