Leia strokes him slowly, blindly, her hand artless but as earnest as anything else between them. He has her squirming at his touch, and she wants nothing less than to return the favour. If he groans while he's kissing her again, so much the better--it arouses a smug sort of pride in her to realize she made him make that sound.
(This is about anything but that--she's certain of that much. Han is a good leader and a good man at heart, and she's grown fond of him. She'd have to care for him, to be here. But that's all this can be. There's too much at stake to let things move beyond what they have here and now.
That desire--to keep things simple, not to get attached--seems so Han to her that she can't believe he'd let himself do otherwise, even inadvertently.)
They're at a point where they could easily continue this way until they're both satisfied, she suspects, but she doesn't want to stop here. Her fingers slow, encircling the head of his cock idly, and she tilts her head down just enough to break the kiss. Her nose brushes against his.
There should be a polite way of saying this is all very nice, but I want you to fuck me, considering the myriad uses it would probably have among the upper echelons of the galaxy. There isn't one, however, and Leia would rather mask what nervousness remains than admit to an inexperience she suspects they're both already aware of anyway.
"So," she says, affecting a sort of lazy nonchalance that isn't really affectation when it gets down to it, "are we going to get to the main event, or are you going to keep teasing me?"
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(This is about anything but that--she's certain of that much. Han is a good leader and a good man at heart, and she's grown fond of him. She'd have to care for him, to be here. But that's all this can be. There's too much at stake to let things move beyond what they have here and now.
That desire--to keep things simple, not to get attached--seems so Han to her that she can't believe he'd let himself do otherwise, even inadvertently.)
They're at a point where they could easily continue this way until they're both satisfied, she suspects, but she doesn't want to stop here. Her fingers slow, encircling the head of his cock idly, and she tilts her head down just enough to break the kiss. Her nose brushes against his.
There should be a polite way of saying this is all very nice, but I want you to fuck me, considering the myriad uses it would probably have among the upper echelons of the galaxy. There isn't one, however, and Leia would rather mask what nervousness remains than admit to an inexperience she suspects they're both already aware of anyway.
"So," she says, affecting a sort of lazy nonchalance that isn't really affectation when it gets down to it, "are we going to get to the main event, or are you going to keep teasing me?"