"I like it, too," she admits in a low little voice, pecking him once more on the mouth. Another night, this would be more than enough--but she's thought of future encounters too much already. The further they go, the more she wants to do with him. The more she wants him, and not solely to find out how else they can take pleasure in each other's presence.

Wanting a wanted man isn't the smartest thing she's done, but when it comes down to it, she's wanted, too. And it's a concern for another moment, when when she's not scooting over in the space he's made for her.

"You need larger bunks in here," she tells him, grinning up from where she's newly stretched out under him, her hair a mess beneath her. Leia reaches up to stroke his cheek, and then his hair. "And a galley."