"Han--" she breathes, nails digging into the small of his back as he kisses her again. The sensations building inside her have been a little slow coming, but they're beginning to grow from flickers to an ache that begs for release.

Leia reaches for his hand and drags it down her body until it's at her hip, then over until his fingertips are between her legs once more. What they have is good, but combining it with the way he'd teased her earlier sounds even better.

All things being equal, this is a night she'll remember for the rest of her life no matter what happens next. Still, it'd be nice if next involved coming, and as pleasurable as his thrusts have become, she's not sure they're enough on their own. And who knows how long he can hold out, waiting for her, anyway?