(It's definitely not the latter. Probably. The  Falcon  is an excellent ship.)

If that's what she's after, Han is happy to oblige.  He laughs softly at her abandoned indignation, barely a huff of breath, and curls in to press his mouth to  the curve of her shoulder with a low, appreciative hum. Teasing her nipple with his thumb, he doesn't let up anywhere, though the roll of his hips slows a little as he drags his teeth over the line of her collarbone.

He murmurs something sweet and wholly unintelligible, low and a little growling, as he lines himself up again to kiss her, stretching luxuriously beneath her touch.