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Summary: Even a princess and a scoundrel deserve
some leisure time. Han teaches Leia about Dirty
Dancing- Corellian Style. This story takes place just
after "Truce at Bakura". Han and Leia have their
first "date" in the public eye.
Rating: R for sexual situations
The Dance
by Sweet Heart
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*I have a really bad feeling about this...*
Leia Organa, once Princess and Senator of Alderaan
followed her escort to the autocar more than a bit
reluctantly. She was tired after weeks of political
subterfuge, encounters with her late father,
imprisonment on Bakura, the heated Space battles,
and even more peace talks after the move to
Coruscant. Her plans were to curl up in bed-
preferably with a certain not-so-scruffy looking nerf-
herder.
Han, of course had other plans for her.
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Leia had just stepped from her late-afternoon
shower. Real water... Imperial City did have its
good points. Wrapping the soft towel around her
dampened hair, she looked into the mirror. She
looked like a waif, she realized with horror. Her
dark eyes seemed huge and sunken in her skull, her
cheekbones appeared hollow, and her collarbones
were a bit sharper than usual. At least her skin had
some of its color back now. The time during which
Han had been imprisoned in Carbon had taken a toll
on her also. Six months of wondering, fearing the
worst, not taking care of her own health, and all of
their fruitless searching seemed like some bad dream
now. She pinched her cheeks to a healthy pink, as
her mother had taught her long ago.
Leia nearly jumped out of her skin as the door
buzzer sounded, breaking her silent reverie. With a
slight curse, she padded on bare feet to the door in
her oversized bathrobe and leaned heavily against it.
"Yes?" Her slight annoyance was obvious.
"Hey, Sweetheart, lemme in!"
Leia smiled slightly to herself at the familiar deep
voice beyond the door. "Han, I am not dressed,
yet." She chided playfully.
"Oh... in that case... open this damn door!"
"What's in it for me?" Leia teased, grinning even
wider at Han's groan of frustration. "I know what
you are hoping for Flyboy, but it seems unfair for me
to get nothing out of it."
"Aww- come on Sweetheart, what...? Do you want
me to beg?"
Leia flipped on her vidcam. The sight of Han Solo
shuffling from foot to foot like a nervous first date
appeared before her. He wore a blue button down
shirt, and slim-fitting navy pants that hugged his
thighs like a second skin. Blushing, she recalled
how it felt to wrap her legs around those strong
thighs. Maybe she could get an encore performance.
"It would be a good start..." She watched as Han
turned to look at the busy corridor nervously. He
turned back around murmuring under his breath.
"What was that Han, I didn't quite hear you?"
"I said," he began in a low measured tone, " there
are too many people out here. You know I can't
ruin my image like that. A general has to be
respectable, after all." He leaned in conspiratorially
toward her door. " Besides," he brought his hand
out from behind his back, "I have something for
you..."
Leia stepped closer." What is it?" Her voice held a
slight hint of mistrust. After all this was Han.
"Uhh-uhh-uhh," Han shook his finger at her vidcam
feed. "Open first, goodies later. That is the rule."
"Is that negotiable, general?"
"Non-negotiable, your worshipfulness."
"Sounds like a stupid rule if you ask me." She shot
back in a huff. *Your worshipfulness indeed! *
"Fine! It's your loss-"
Leia slid open the door as Han was beginning to
walk away. " Okay you win... this time."
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Han Solo slid quickly in her apartment before the
doors had completely opened. Leia's query was
silenced as he reached out and cupped her face in his
hands running his callused thumbs over her lips. She
fell under the spell of his haunting eyes. Han was
such an enigma to her. He wielded a power over her
no other man had ever come close to. Hazel
darkened with the force of his desire for her as he
lowered his lips to hers. It seemed an eternity
passed before she felt the soft fullness of his mouth
upon her own.
The kiss began gently as Han kissed her upper lip.
His tongue darted out to quickly taste her. He
pulled back slightly, taking her lower lip in the same
slow motion. When he at last captured both of her
lips, she moaned. At first, he was gentle. Leia
basked warmly in the sensations stirring as he upped
the ante. She could feel his devilish grin against her
lips when her sigh of acceptance further encouraged
him.
The pressure of his touch moved from her cheeks to
her neck. He leaned down to deepen the kiss, her
tongue moving slickly against his teeth, begging
entrance. Han's mouth opened. Chocolate, the
faint taste of flavored coffeine, clung to his tongue
as it dueled with hers. The spiciness of an exotic
Corellian dish lingered as well. Lastly, there was his
unique flavor. Kissing the man was like feasting on
the finest dishes, indulging in the finest wine. He
was a virtual sensory banquet. His hands had begun
rubbing her back. In one graceful movement, Han
had pulled her fully against him with one arm. As
her damp hair fell against her shoulders, she realized
his other hand had not been idle. It now tangled in
the dark cascade.
Han loved her hair free and unbraided. It softened
the tough-as-nails princess, for his eyes alone.
When her hair came down, the princess went to bed
and Leia the woman came out to play.
And, Han Solo did so love games.
Her head was held firmly in place by his gently
caressing hand as he moved her backwards. Leia
exhaled in a rush as her back touched a firm surface.
Han pulled his body from hers, but her lips remained
captive. A soft gasp brought a smile to his lips, as
he slid his hand into the loose folds of her robe. His
questing fingers reached the soft flesh of her breast,
triumphantly, while the other hand busied itself with
the sash of her robe.
Leia's thoughts were racing out of control.
'This is most improper! ' She could hear her aunt
saying. Like her aunt had ever known an improper
thought in her entire life... Sex in the middle of the
day? 'You should be scrutinizing the documents
from the Bakuran Treaty, should you not?'
Recirculated air touched her peaked nipples. 'You
should be occupied with... some important political
matter that needs your attention tomorrow...'
Her robe puddled around her ankles.
*Would you just shut up? * Leia the woman begged
her conscience as Han Solo turned his seduction up
another notch.
Pulling back, he gazed into her passion-glazed eyes
grinning impishly at her flushed face and kiss-
swollen lips. Leia Organa looked as far from a
respectable alliance leader as she could get at this
moment. Han flashed an *I'm gonna get some*
look and lowered his head swiftly to take one breast
with his mouth.
Leia responded silently. *Yes, dammit you are...*
Soft hands tangled possessively in his unruly brown
locks. Leia threw her head back in surrender as
Han's kiss moved upward. A shudder wracked her
body as he attached himself to her neck. Her neck
and ears were the most sensitive parts of her body,
and he knew it.
"Stang, Leia I can't stop touching you!" His lips
now whispered softly into her ear. He nibbled
gently at her tiny pink earlobe. "All I could think
about through that gods-forsaken debriefing was
you... doing this..."
Leia cried out as Han swept his tongue around her
ear. Though his hands and mouth were slowly
robbing her of her sanity, Leia still fought to be the
proper princess. "Han stop... my hair-I'm wet."
Wrong thing to say to a scoundrel.
She knew it was futile to resist as she felt his warm
hand probe between her thighs. "Yeah... I
noticed..." He reached down and released the
fastening of his trousers. "You're wet... I'm hard...
Whatever shall we do about this?"
The rasping of a zipper was the death knell of Leia's
resolve. She lay her head back on the wall moving
slowly from side-to-side first in denial and finally in
surrender. She had no will to fight him. She loved
this man... She loved the fact that he made her lose
all sense of decorum when they were alone. She
relished the fact that she was such a distraction for
him as well.
"Come here flyboy."
When Leia reached out to grasp him firmly, he
obeyed immediately.
She was easily lifted and soon Han was sheathed
tightly within her. The feel of fabric on her bare skin
punctuated every movement of his body against
hers. It felt deliciously wanton to be naked with him
fully clothed as they made love. The coolness of the
metal door against her backside was a direct
contrast to the heat of Han against her. The buttons
of his shirt rubbed against her belly, while the coarse
hair of his chest blazed across her pebbled nipples.
She could feel the fabric of his trousers sliding
against her inner thighs and calves with each thrust
of his hips.
Han kissed her into breathless submission.
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Leia moved away, her legs felt like gel.
Han refastened his pants with a chuckle. "You know
long and slow is good, but there is nothing like a
good quickie." He grinned down at her. She had
the look of a just loved woman, upon her beautiful
face. "I love you, you know..."
He leaned in and kissed her forehead letting his lips
linger. Her skin was so soft. He marveled once
again that this delicate creature could love a rouge
like him.
"I know..." She granted him a full wattage smile.
"Same goes for me."
"So-o-o, Han..." Leia leaned toward him. " What's in
the package?"
He looked blankly at first, then grinned lopsidedly. "
Oh yeah, knew there was a real reason I was here.
Guess I got distracted."
Leia blushed hotly as Han turned to bend and
retrieve the discarded box. She caught her lower lip
between her teeth as she appreciated the view from
the back.
"Hey, your worship, quit starin' at my butt!" He
blurted in mock indignity.
"But, Han it's such a nice view."
He laughed and wiggled for her. "Happy now?" He
rose and winked at her. "Better not let anyone catch
you doing that, it might ruin your royal reputation."
"To be honest Han, I think my reputation was shot
to hell even before Hoth." Her retort raised his
eyebrow. "Anyway, when you walk the way you
do, a girl can't help but notice."
"So you like the way I move, huh?"
Leia blushed again.
Seeing her blush, Han was reminded once again Leia
Organa was a lady who, although battle hardened,
had led a sheltered life within the confines of the
Rebellion.
"Well here's your chance to check out more of my
moves, sweetheart." He handed her a box covered
with pretty flowered paper and a delicate rose
shaped bow.
To Han's delight she plopped down on the couch,
heedless of her state of undress, and ripped the
paper off with a relish.
"Oh Han, it's beautiful." She pulled the dress from
the folds of tissue paper. " But, where is the rest of
it?"
Han laughed deeply.
He had walked by a clothing shop on the way from
the debriefing. Leia had been beautiful in that red
dress she had worn on Bakura. The red kimono
outfit she had worn on Cloud City had been
beautiful on her also. Red was definitely a better
color on her than white. Since they had rescued Han
from Jabba, Leia had yet to wear the stiff virginal
outfits Han remembered with disdain. When he had
seen the red in a store window and heard the
pulsating rhythms from within, he had known what
he had to do.
Han was brought back to reality when Leia stood up
and held the dress up to her body. "Han, did you
buy the wrong size? I don't think that this will cover
half of me."
He walked over and cupped her chin in his hand.
"It'll fit... trust me..."
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Leia emerged after a second brief shower. She wore
Han's gift with a look of uncertainty.
"Damn, baby you look good!" Han blurted from the
couch. He stood as she came over to him. "I knew
that would be perfect on you."
"Perfect?" Leia spit out. " Han this dress barely
covers me!"
He grinned evilly. "I know... that was the idea."
Leia no longer looked like a lady, she looked all
woman. The stretchy ruby fabric clung to her
slender body in what she knew was a totally
indecent manner. The back of the dress was too low
cut for a bra, and she felt half-naked. Her
shoulders were bare, except for the tiny straps that
held up the fabric. The fitted bodice pushed her
breasts up slightly, giving her much more cleavage
than the fates had gifted her with naturally. The
fabric molded against her sides and hips. The
flatness of her tummy was emphasized, and her
waist appeared even more tiny than usual. Matching
patent pumps completed the ensemble.
Han sidled around her admiring. " Hey you've got a
great rear view too sweetheart." He called from
behind her. The skirt flared out just enough to make
the bottom of the dress semi-respectable and
nonrestrictive. It stopped midway above her knees,
not quite as short as she had expected. " Nice legs
too... I think this is the look you should push for
New Republic uniform." He moved around slowly
appraising her new appearance. "Verrry nice... very,
very nice..."
Leia could feel his hot gaze on her bare flesh. A
twinge of excitement rushed through her. The way
he was looking at her, the thought that he wanted to
see her like this, and the fact that he liked what he
saw gave her a heady feeling of power.
"Well, it might be a little hard for our soldiers to
fight the remaining Imperials in these though.
Running would be nearly impossible." She moved
against him. "Hey, this is the tallest I have ever
been."
Han grinned.
"So nerf-herder, what else have you got planned?"
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*I have a really bad feeling about this...*
The phrase repeated over and over in her brain.
An older couple shared their ride. Leia kept fighting
the urge to push Han's hand from her thigh, as he
caressed a bit higher than was proper for a lady.
Leia could feel the disapproving gaze of the fairly
large matron sitting across from her. Naturally, she
was the same age her aunt had been. Rather than
make a scene, which Leia knew would only
encourage further embarrassment on her part, she
remained silent. Though the beautiful white
Bakuran shawl covered her bare shoulders, she felt
exposed. The companion of the woman, stared
appreciatively at her, despite the glare from his wife.
Leia stiffened when Han leaned over and kissed her
full on her lips. They were in a public place! How
dare he? Her face reddened as Han gave the woman
his most suggestive smile and a wink. A sputtering
cough and the large woman's own blush nearly
caused Leia to lose her composure, which was
already on the downslide.
The couple departed one stop before their own.
Leia burst out laughing once they were out of
earshot. "Oh my god Han Solo, you are
incorrigible!"
Han laughed, flashing her the same sexy smile he
had gifted the other woman with. "Sorry sweetheart,
it's not my fault... I seem to have that power over
the fairer sex."
I wouldn't be bragging about the ability to nearly
ause a fifty year old woman to swoon. Climbing
stairs probably does the same thing to her."
Han pulled her against him, burying his face in her
perfumed neck. "I ain't referring to that lady,
gorgeous..."
Leia's retort was halted by the announcement of
their destination.
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"So much for anonymity," Leia muttered under her
breath.
Han had brought her to a dance club where every
Alliance soldier on Coruscant seemed to be
celebrating the victory of two months earlier. Mon
Mothma had cleaned house quickly. Since the
Empire had been defeated, there were few Imperial
supporters in Imperial City, and takeover of the
Capitol had been a breeze. The Emperor was now
replaced with a ruling council, to which Leia had
been appointed.
Now here she was a member of the High Council, in
a barely decent dress, with a barely respectable man,
with her hair uncharacteristically unbraided- her aunt
was probably rolling over in her grave right about
now. She could almost feel the ground moving from
the stress. She had kept her topbraids, deferring to
Alderaani custom, but the from the back her tresses
flowed like a living, breathing entity.
To Han, she was breathtaking. Wedge Antilles
came up and patted Han on the back. "Solo! When
did you get back?"
Han made small talk, as Leia looked around. There
was a few more Rouge Squadron pilots she
recognized. Luke was not among them. He was
recuperating, yet again, from a brush with death, on
Bakura. To her horror, she saw Jewels Ammon, the
number one gossip in the Alliance.
"And who is your lovely companion, Solo?" Leia
turned and watched in amusement as Wedge
recognized her. "Y-Your highness? I'm sorry... I
didn't recognize... I never expected..." He stared in
silence.
Han clapped Wedge on the back. "She fixes up
pretty good, eh?" He placed a lingering kiss on her
red stained lips, and stroked her unbound hair
lovingly. Leia stared up at Han. It was obvious that
this was not a platonic outing.
Wedge still stared. That was an understatement. He
had heard rumors that the Princess and Solo had
something going on, but to see it confirmed like this.
Wedge knew what even partially unbraided hair
meant for an unbonded Alderaanian woman. On
Endor, the unbraided hair had been courtesy of the
Ewok maidens so he had not paid it heed. Leia had
also been embracing everyone, so seeing her and
Solo embracing had been no stranger than seeing her
hug the others. To beat it all, Wedge had thought
she would wind up getting together with Luke. He
was respectable. But, a princess and a lady-killer like
Han Solo? Wedge's admiration of the Pirate
cranked up another notch. Any man who could
thaw "The Ice Princess" like this had his respect.
"So Wedge, where are we sitting?" Han inquired
casually as he removed Leia's soft shawl and let his
hands slide intimately down her bare arms. Han held
his laughter in check as Leia's dress was revealed to
Wedge.
Thaw was also an understatement. Transform her,
was more on target. This was not the princess, this
was Han Solo's woman.
Han's eyes met Wedge's unabashed stare. He raised
a brow, silently asking Wedge's male opinion.
Wedge gave him a sly nod in response. Both men
grinned.
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Han pulled the chair out for Leia. The other
members of Rouge squadron had much the same
reaction as Wedge. Luke had once told Han that
half of the members of Rouge Squadron had a crush
on the young princess. Han suspected that the
number was rapidly climbing tonight. Han took
every opportunity to touch her. When he leaned
over to explain what the men were talking about, he
caressed her shoulder. When he reached for his
drink, he brushed against her arm purposefully. He
interlaced her fingers with his throughout the
evening, and brought them to his lips. Beneath the
table he stroked higher and higher up her thighs,
hidden from view.
All eyes were upon them. By now, word had spread
through the club about Han Solo and the Princess.
Jewels Ammon caught the conversation from a table
beside hers. "Excuse me", she leaned over nosily
"Did you just say that Han Solo and our venerable
leader are here together?" The young lady at the
table nodded vigorously and pointed to a table
across the room. Sure enough there was the
respectable Princess looking uncharacteristically less
respectable than usual. Her companion was the one
and only Han Solo. So, the rumors had been
correct. She and Solo were sleeping together. The
unbraided hair blazed that message to every
Alderaanian in the room, herself included. To non-
Alderaanians, Han's intimate behavior was a dead
giveaway. She caught Han's tender caresses,
appreciative glances, his constant readjustment of his
hands beneath the table, and their secretive looks.
Han Solo rose from the table and walked toward the
refresher. Jewel's eyes followed his movements
along with several other females. The way that man
walked ought to be outlawed!
She watched as Leia Organa followed his
movements as well. A blush crept up Leia's cheeks
and she bit her bottom lip, with a silent groan.
When she turned a look of dreamy satisfaction lit up
her lovely face. Leia had a definite, 'Guess who got
some?' look on her face for a moment and then
quickly regained her regal composure. She took a
long drink, emptying her glass in one swallow.
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Han stood by the music droid punching in several
Corellian tunes. Smiling in satisfaction, he headed
back to the table where Leia awaited.
"Miss me?"
Leia was startled out of her daydream by the real
thing. Han leaned down to whisper more loudly
than she would have liked. "What naughty little
thoughts were racing around in that pretty little
head, sweetheart?"
The man had read her mind, she decided with a
blush that reached down to her toes. "I do not have
naughty thoughts Captain." She looked at him
sideways. "I leave that department to you."
Han chuckled. He loved her dry wit that so
complemented his own. Without another word, he
crooked his finger, daring her to follow him onto the
dance floor.
Leia appeared hesitant at first, then slid from the
table into the strong arms of her lover.
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Han had chosen a set of songs by his favorite
Corellian songstress. The words were in Basic, but
the tempo and suggestiveness of the lyrics were
most definitely Corellian.
Han led her to an empty spot on the crystalline
dance floor. There were mirrors covering every
surrounding inch of wall. Hundreds of faces flashed
over the polished surfaces as an upbeat tune began.
Leia was pulled against Han's hard torso. She felt
the hard muscles of his thighs pressing her own, the
ridges of his stomach against her ribs, his hardness
pressing into her own flat stomach as they moved to
the pulsating beat.
Han Solo could dance almost as well as he flew. He
whirled Leia through intricate dance steps. Having
been trained by the royal dancers, Leia did not miss
a step. The other dancers watched as their revered
leader was transformed into an exotic vision of
beauty and grace within the arms of the irreverent
General Solo.
Leia found herself transported to another time...
another dance.
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Leia pressed her hands to her stiffened neck. " Han,
next time warn me that you want to try that, okay?"
She tried her best to frown at the smirking face
before her. It was difficult to stay angry when there
was a fully naked Han Solo pressing against her own
bare skin. Not to mention, kissing her in a most
delicious manner. She was swiftly forgetting what
had made her angry in the first place.
"Aww...Sweetheart..." Han teased against her
collarbone. "You are so beautiful when you are
angry."
Leia rolled her eyes at him. "Beautiful and sore.
My body doesn't move that way, I don't care what
that stupid book said. And I am in very good
shape."
"This is true."
Leia giggled as Han ran his hands over her body to
emphasize the statement.
Han rolled off her and stood to his feet. "I'll give
you a good massage when I get back. Right now
nature calls."
Leia watched appreciatively as his bare backside
disappeared into the fresher. She shook her head.
"I cannot believe that this is happening to me." She
spoke to herself. Another three or four days, then
they would reach Bespin. It had all seemed like
some erotic dream. She had lost count of the
number of times she and Han had made love. All
that she knew was that each time felt like the first
time, yet seemed familiar, as if they had always been
together in that most intimate of ways. Han had
broken down her defenses, with that kiss, and she
had swept them away when she had kissed him on
the cheek in the cockpit.
He had dragged her from the cockpit to his
bedroom. And for once she had forgotten to
protest.
Han reemerged from the fresher.
"Ready for that massage sweetheart?"
Leia had stretched out as he flipped on some music.
"What is that one?" She enquired as he got on his
knees beside her.
"Oh that's Chinyah, she's Corellian. Top of the
charts right now." He gently began rubbing her stiff
shoulders with an expert touch. His roughened, but
tender hands eased away the tenseness in her neck.
Leia listened to the words. "Those are some rather
suggestive lyrics Han."
"Yeah," he agreed with a wicked chuckle, "are they
turning you on yet?"
"Almost, give me another minute."
"Maybe you need a little boost." Han scrambled off
the bed and tugged Leia to her own feet.
"Dance with me..."
"Right now?"
"Right now..."
"But Han, we don't... you don't... oh Sithspawn...
we're naked Han!"
"And your point is?"
"Han we cannot dance naked! It... it just isn't
proper."
"Proper?" Han burst out laughing at the serious
expression on her face. "Sweetheart, not one thing
we have done since I kissed you on the asteroid has
been proper. Except maybe that way you-"
Leia flashed him a shy smile. "You've made your
point, I believe." She interrupted before he could
finish.
"So, dance with me, Sweetheart." She could not
resist the temptation of doing something so
completely uninhibited as that when he looked at her
as he was at this moment.
With a resigned sigh she let him pull her into his
arms.
Nothing could prepare Leia for the unbridled
response of her body against his. Dancing together
unclothed was in no way the same as making love.
It was more.
The consistent bumping and grinding of his hips
against hers exhilarated her. He was serious about
dancing with her. He neither lingered too long
against her, nor missed a beat as he moved them to
the music. She was whirled from him and tugged
back. Her arms went around his neck as he dipped
her at the perfect moment of the song. She was
slightly breathless after two fast tempo songs. The
music grew soft and slow as he brought her backside
fully flush with his own body.
"Now Princess, let me show you the oldest dance
around..." Han whispered into her hair. His arms
slid around her trim waist as she felt his arousal
against her. The song spoke of a moonlit summer
night. The madness that was called love. She turned
in his arms to mold her body to his.
Soon, Han was kissing her insistently as they moved.
She felt his hands everywhere at once. He was
seducing her as they danced, she realized a moment
before her feet left the floor. In the next moment he
was inside her. Still he moved to the slow beat of
the music now pounding into her sensitive ears. Her
arms and legs wrapped around him clinging
desperately as he met her liquid gaze. His own eyes
were nearly black with the fires of his arousal. The
graceful movements of his body brought a sensation
unlike any of their previous lovemaking had.
Leia moved against him to the beat of the music.
She turned her head to gaze at their reflection in his
large wall mirror. What a picture they made! Never
had she seen a more erotic sight. They were
beautiful, moving gracefully, although joined. When
the urge for completion overtook them, Han pressed
her against the metal door and soon both were
climbing toward that elusive goal.
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Leia blinked, blushing as she remembered that exotic
dance in Han's cabin. Her body was aware of every
brush of his against her, now that she recognized the
song they were dancing to. Han molded her body to
his as he also recalled their impromptu dance in his
cabin.
They seemed to have forgotten they were not alone.
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Wedge remembered seeing Han dance with Leia one
time. It had been obvious that both were excellent
dancers. There had been an appropriate amount of
space between their bodies as they carried on a
polite conversation out on the dance floor. He did
recall a pretty blush appearing on her cheeks as Han
had brought her back to dance with Luke.
Tonight it was fairly obvious that this was not that
kind of a dance. He recognized signs of arousal
upon both of their faces. Han leaned down and
whispered something to her. A blush appeared and
her mouth dropped open until a beautific smile took
over. Han dragged her off the floor and disappeared
into a remote corridor.
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A short time later, Han reappeared without Leia.
His hair was a little more unruly than it had been
minutes ago. His serene expression nearly caused
Wedge to burst out laughing. Leia rounded the
corner moments after Han. She had the look of a
woman who had just been made love to. Her
flushed face was beginning to fade, but a faint red
mark peeking from the bust line of her dress was all
of the evidence he and probably the rest of the room
needed.
He shot Han a not-so-subtle look, and was rewarded
with a shrug of Han's shoulders as he stroked his
stubble-covered face.
"It's not my fault!" Han declared as Wedge shook
his head.
This was going to be most interesting.
The End