(Let's be entirely honest: Leia suspects, at least a little, that Han would mostly be there for playing with her hair and possibly making even more of a mess of it. But with how much he seems to like that, the potential for a few snarls doesn't bother her. There's such fascination and affection in the way he touches it; it's unlike anyone else she knows.)

It might have been a little nicer if this could have happened properly in bed, without worry or haste to pull out, but for what it is, it's still very nice. She can hardly complain with his breath tickling her ear and the sound of him finally finding satisfaction in her arms. There's something deeply gratifying about that, much more than the sound of Han finishing himself off would be.

She lifts her head and tilts in to kiss him, something slow and lingering and lazy, his cock still resting in her hand.