Here is a summary:

Leia is fixing dinner for Han, he takes over and gets playful.  A foodfight
ensues and leads to a more fun kind of sport.  They forget about dinner
cooking and start a fire which is put out by the local emergency department
who catches them in the act so to speak.  It follows "The Dance".
 

Disclaimer:  I don't own these characters, but I wish I did.  They belong to LFL, Harrison,
Carrie, Mark, etc... and Twentieth Century Fox.   I am not making any money off them.  I am just
letting them have some well-deserved fun.  Please don't sue.  This is for entertainment only.
 

        Rating:  R for consensual sex between two loving adults.

        Summary:  Han and Leia decide to try a little home cooking.

        Spoilers:  Some of Cindy Oleson's stories and some of Marie's stories indirectly.

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What's for Dinner?

 
By Sweetheart
 
 

        *Okay Leia Organa, you survived the Death Star--twice, you whipped Jabba's butt, and
played a key role in defeating the Galactic Empire... It's only one meal. You can do
this--*

Staring down into the potential disaster awaiting her, Leia Organa could not help but feel
overwhelmed.  There were boxes, odd shaped metal containers that Han had called cans, cardboard
boxes-- not vacuum sealed packs that disintegrated over night, but corrugated paper that would
more than likely be around longer than she would.  Nonbiodegradable? Her father would surely be
rolling over in his grave for that.  What kind of primitive culture produced these?  In her open
refrigeration unit lay an odd array of vegetables and fruits and sauces from some off-planet
market. It all morphed into a task fit for a Herculean warrior, not a petite Alderaani princess
who had cooked only one other time, nearly burning her quarters to the ground.  Han and Luke had
rescued her from that one too, although a dare from Han had been the cause.  If he could cook
then so could she, she had thought.

"This should be a piece of cake."  She spoke aloud hoping to give herself a boost of confidence
by hearing those words, but her face fell and a look of distress appeared immediately. "Who am I
kidding, I can't even bake a cake, let alone cook an entire meal..." She moaned to the pristine
white ceiling tiles above her.

She set her mind to the task and began scrounging together the contents of her kitchen, less
than enthusiastically. Once the vegetables, fruits, and containers were lying on the countertop,
Leia stood silently staring.  The task had suddenly doubled in size.

I have a bad feeling about this... It isn't going to work...

Leia heaved a despondent sigh and folded her arms.  One slim finger lifted to her chin, tapping
rhythmically.  Her brown eyes flitted nervously back and forth between the food and the stove.

You are an Organa and a Skywalker, anything you set your mind to... you can do--this is nothing,
she coached silently.

*What in the world can I fix for dinner? *

Being a princess of the long-destroyed planet Alderaan had afforded her a life of luxury.
Servants planned the meals, shopped for the ingredients, and prepared the meals for the entire
royal family.  The focus of her education had been political subterfuge not chicanery in the
kitchen.  Stirring things up in the political arena she was well versed in.  Although she was
not totally inept in the kitchen--she could open foodpacks, microwave the contents, even program
the complex food processing droid-- her foci had been public speaking, political etiquette, and
armed and hand-to-hand combat.

Who needs to know how to cook with all the modern amenities?
 
She did that's who.  Han wanted her to and what Han Solo wanted--he somehow always got.  She was
living proof of that. Leia lamented for the hundredth time the fact that she had fallen
hopelessly in love with the only man on base--probably on this side of the universe-- who loved
home-cooked meals. Home cooked in the Wookiee tradition-- Han liked them cooked from scratch, no
processing or droids.

Chewbacca had spoiled them on the way to Bespin cooking elaborate meals from the remainder of
the fresh food supplies.  Even Han had surprised her with a culinary delight or two before they
had to begin eating the ration bars and food packs in storage.  She had deferred her turn to
cook to Han promising to make it up to him that night.  With good reason...  Anytime Leia Organa
had dared step foot in a kitchen to cook, disaster seemed to follow.

Much like now, for instance?

Eyeing the stove eyes and the oven warily-- Han had replaced the units aboard the Falcon and had
installed these antiques in her apartment-- she grinned.  If Han Solo wanted her to cook the old
fashioned way then she was willing to try.  She could deny her scoundrel nothing.  If he wanted
her to jump off a ledge just to prove to her he would catch her... she would.  If he wanted her
to give up her position on the council... she would.  If he wanted her to run naked with him
through the council meeting chambers she would...

She blushed in memory.
 
 

She and Han had been drinking that night, celebrating the New Republic's narrow victory at a now
forgotten location.  Both had been a little too drunk to drive, so they had decided to walk the
mile and a half to Leia's apartment, stopping by the council meeting chambers to retrieve the
datapad that she had forgotten that afternoon.

Going near that dark mahogany meeting table had been her first mistake; bending over to reach
the pad across the table her next. Han had sneaked up behind her to kiss her nape and drag his
tongue from ear to collarbone with a husky chuckle.  She could have easily walked around to the
other side, the voice of proprietary had reasoned later.   Listening to the gravelly voice
behind her telling her-- "Ive always had this fantasy about taking you at the head council
position on this table... " --while his fingers slowly tugged the straps down her arms and had
been mistake number three. But, her fatal mistake had been drunkenly climbing atop the table and
dragging her dress slowly up her thighs with a hiccup and a purr of "Come and get me flyboy!"

There was a reason that short, Alderaani Princesses should never drink, and she had just
demonstrated the main one.

Han Solo had probably never moved so fast in his life-- especially when drunk.  He was atop her,
buried in her before she could blink.

Leia blushed recalling her groans of pleasure becoming horrified gasps as she looked up into the
recorder on the ceiling and caught a reflection of them " flagrante delicto". The red blinking
light blared at her accusingly.

Thank the stars Han was an expert at getting into and out of locked areas. They had moved
quickly, switching off the surprised security droid and fumbling through the shelves to find a
new tape to replace the incriminating one--the one that still lay hidden away in the recesses of
her closet.  Han had begged her not to destroy it-- the scoundrel-- and knowing better than to
give it to him for safekeeping, she had secured it, alongside that hideous dancing girl costume
she had been forced to wear on Tatooine.  Like she always said, she could not deny the man
anything.  Luckily, he had yet to ask her to don that barbarity.

Security had never commented on the missing hour of surveillance tape or the mysterious
deactivation of the security droid.

Leia had nearly choked on her kaffe the next morning as Alliance Leader Mon Mothma had commented
on the brilliant shine on the table, as if it had been polished just last night instead of last
week.   Perhaps she and Han had done too thorough a job of cleaning away any traces of the
previous night's deeds... "Cleaning droids never do take that much time, Your Holiness." He had
commented.

Even now she was unable to sit through an entire council meeting without blushing or growing so
hot in remembrance that she had to excuse herself.  She had never realized that a slightly drunk
Han Solo was an overly amorous Han Solo.  He would be the death of her, at least politically.
Nevertheless, she would probably kill him long before her own physical demise.
 
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The self-proclaimed scoundrel had a power over her she did not understand.  One look into those
intense eyes and she was putty to be molded, shaped, caressed with those strong hands and
fingers as he touched the secret places in her heart and along her body.  She had never known
such intense feelings of both anger and desire, since the destruction of Alderaan when she had
closed herself off emotionally. Her work in the Rebellion had become her life, but Han had been
intent on making her take a vacation from the start. She, however, had been unaware of the fact
until they had been stranded together without Luke to rescue them from their arguments or to
take her mind off of the disturbance that she had come to know as Han Solo.

On the way to Bespin, memories of that stolen moment interrupted by Threepio had plagued her for
hours. Even after she had softly kissed his cheek, Han not made another blatant pass the
remainder of the day until he caught her watching him bent nearly double over the floor console.
It had been impossible to ignore his taut backside pointing enticingly into the air. He had
smirked at her across his shoulder after she blushed and looked away.

I take it you like what you see, Your Worship?

From that point the battle had been on.

Han had cornered her in every alcove of his ship, and although each time had begun with an
argument, somehow each had ended with intense necking sessions that were uninterrupted by nosy
droids.  He had teased her, aroused her to the point where she would do anything he had asked--
but he had walked away. Slowly Han had worn down her defenses, intentionally, until she was
simply a pool of arousal and confusion.  By the next evening, she had been lured into the
Captain's quarters like some cheap holonovel heroine seduced by a dashing Space Pirate. And she
had fallen for the ploy-- hook, line, and sinker.

What a fantastic fall it had been!

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Despite the smile at the corner of her mouth, Leia hissed a string of phrases Han Solo would be
proud of.

"Oh for crying out loud-- k'ala!  This is not fair!"

Leia pulled and tugged, but the stubborn carton was not coming open anytime soon. And if she
could not open a cardboard box then how pray tell was she supposed to open a can? With her
teeth?

*Maybe I should try to use the Force... Luke swears I have it too.  If he can move mountains,
then surely I can open one ch'ellan little--*

"Gotcha!"

The contents of the box shot up to the ceiling as the box ripped in half without warning, coming
to land on her head. Leia screeched as she felt pair of bare muscled arms wrap around her waist,
and a familiar chuckle reverberating through her slight body.

Behind her, Han Solo laughed at the picture before him as he lowered his lips to her shoulder
where one loose sleeve had slipped temptingly down.  Leia gasped in fright, covered from head to
toe with some type of white flakes.

"Kest, Solo, you idiot!  You nearly gave me a heart attack." She jerked her shoulder from his
reach furiously:   eyes narrowed, head tossed high, long hair streaming down her back, and silk
encased breasts heaving.

Han recaptured her and tugged her loose shirt collar out, peering over her shoulder into the
ivory valley exposed to his roving eyes.  Leia moaned as a roughened hand slipped inside her top
boldly.

His touch, those hands, the heat he generated threatened to drown her.

Her anger slowly began to dissolve to be replaced with a powerful surge of pure unadulterated
lust.

"Nope, everything in there looks absolutely perfect, Sweetheart.  Feels pretty good too..." Han
growled as he squeezed the fullness of her breast in his hand.  His lips moved to the side of
her neck, just behind her ear--her weak spot.

She groaned and tried to squirm from his grasp.  Though she dislodged his hand as she had
wanted, she felt slightly disappointment that he had not put up more of a fight. Leia pretended
indignation, smacking his hand away properly. If, that is, one could slap a hand from one's
breast with an ounce of propriety. "Han Solo, you Gamorrean!  Is that all you ever think about?"
She turned and picked up a long pink cylindrical fruit-- its shape was not lost on her--
carefully peeled it and began looking through her drawers for a knife. She stumbled on the
dropped box halves and bent over to pick them up, giving Han another view to admire.

"Stay right there Sweetheart..." Han tilted his head rakishly.  "I like this side of you."

She scowled at him from beneath a veil of cinnamon and straightened up.

Han snapped his fingers in disappointment. "Why do you never do what I tell you to?"

Leia sweetly smiled back.  "Because my darling scoundrel I am smarter than most of the women who
would put up with you."

"Hey I've been with smart women before."  He insisted with a tinge of annoyance.  Leia knew she
was pushing his buttons--he was beginning to point his finger emphatically toward her.

"I notice they didn't bother to stay with you." The sarcasm dripped from her voice like melted
butter.  She wondered briefly why she liked to rile him like this... Maybe because it gave them
a chance to make up afterwards?  Makeup sex was their specialty

"So what does that say about you, Leia?"  He folded his arms already on the defensive and leaned back expectantly.

"Han, I'm just in it for the sex."  She replied matter-of-factly.  "Haven't you figured that out by now?  Why else would I stain my reputation with a scoundrel like you." She turned, hiding a grin and began cutting the fruit, still watching him from the corner of her eye.

"Stain your reputation?  Darlin' I've done more than stain it!" He jerked a thumb back toward his chest, his lips compressed into a scowl.

"Stang! Don't remind me.  Let's see..." She stopped cutting and held up her fingers ticking her statements off methodically as she spoke.  "There was the South Passage on Hoth Base, the medical wing with Luke--"

"Hey it's not my fault you tried to shove your tongue down your brother's throat!"

Leia chose to ignore that and continued. " The Medical frigate's bacta storage room-- how we got out of that one I still don't remember... the Ewok village where you forgot to shut the door curtains--"

"How the chu'ell was I supposed to know the little teddy bears would be so curious?"

Leia settled for shooting him a dirty look before continuing. " The day after the celebration in the forest where you forgot to check for ants--"

"The ants didn't mind!"

"The women's dressing room at that shop, from which you have been banned now..."

Han did blush at that one. Served him right.

She had to switch hands to continue. " The Dance club hallway where you just had to leave your mark, the metro air car, the council meeting chamber in which I can no longer be an effective leader for all the images flashing through my brain--"

"Well inspiration is my specialty--"

Leia cocked her head.  "I was drunk! May I finish?"

With a sweeping arm gesture Han gave his consent.

" Oh yes, let's not forget the supply closet over at the docking bays where you were supposed to be briefing a fighter squadron when Wedge and Hobbie caught us in a compromising position, but at least you were fully clothed. You covered well on that one, I don't think they ever knew it was me."

He smiled proudly.
 
"The park that night just behind the concert stage where all those people sat!  Shall I go on?"  She hurled at him.

"Do I have a choice?  And that one was your fault, you know what that little black number you wore does to me."  He made an obscene gesture and Leia rolled her eyes.

"You are a bad influence on me, Han Solo!"

His hands went up in a classic "Who me?" position, matching his ridiculously not-so-innocent look, before he made a loud snorting sound.  "Pretty much, pegged me Sweetheart.  I can't lie about what I am or what I like, and I have never been accused of being a model gentleman when it comes to the more pleasurable pursuits, Your Holiness."

The smirk on his handsome face sat the wrong way at that moment for some reason. The fine hair on her nape bristled. Leia put down the knife and turned slowly toward him, fruit in hand.
 
 
 

"Your Holiness?" She spoke in a cool even tone that made the hair on the back of Han's neck stand on end.

Oh k'ala! Note to self for the future--No teasing nicknames when Leia is in one of her moods...

Han swallowed visibly upon seeing her brown eyes narrowing and one brow lifting imperiously, her small hands going to their well-worn spot on her hips, and her upper body leaning forward threateningly.

I think I'm in trouble...

"Ahh-- now Sweetheart--" His hands were raised in defense, that irascible look obviously aggravating Leia all the more.

"Did I say Gamorrean?  I think I meant sleazy self-serving Hutt!" Leia spat and instantly one reclaimed box half was suddenly hurtling toward Han's face.  Only his lightning -quick reflexes saved him from a face full of flakes.

" Leia, is it that time of the month?" He shot at her as he brushed the fluffy white pieces from the blue shirt covering his gray tank shirt.  "Should I have brought you some Panadol instead of flowers?"

Han had never seen Leia move that fast since he had known her.  He vaguely recalled hearing an almost inhuman growl and seeing a blur of crimson before a weight slammed into his chest, his feet flew out from under him and he landed on his back with a grunt of pain-- his head striking the floor with a loud thwap.

"You half-witted, egotistical, obnoxious, oversexed--"

Han fought hard not to laugh at the scene above him. Ranting and raving, Leia straddled his waist, arm back poised to strike, fruit in hand like some clubbing weapon, red shirt slipping precariously from her shoulder nearly revealing her royal assets, and her long dark hair covered in white flakes like snow from Hoth.

She was adorable.
 
 
 

Leia only squeaked as she felt her hips tossed into the air and her body whirled around to land hard on the floor beneath two hundred pounds of Corellian, grinning maniacally down at her.

The furious retort died on Leia's lips as she felt Han's arousal grounding into her hip insistently.  Here they were in the middle of a fight and he was getting turned on-- the pig!  She took back her earlier statement silently--even a Hutt thought about other things some of the time.

Her only defense was the long pink fruit in her hands.  She shoved it into his face defiantly.  "If you don't let me up--"

He bit off the end, making her almost drop it with a yelp; he had barely missed her fingers.

"If I don't let you up... what?"  He was leering at her, making her blush like a schoolgirl.
After a moment of exaggerated chewing, he licked his full lips and smiled like she was the next item on his menu.

Her mouth opened and closed uselessly.

I think I'm in trouble...

"So sweet... just like you..." He dropped his lips to her neck and placed an open-mouthed kiss there.  "Hmm...  needs a little something..."

He took another bite of the fruit in her hand and proceeded to drag the firm but juicy piece of fruit from her shoulder to her ear, his nose tickling her skin as he went.

Leia started to speak, but the ability left her as she felt his tongue lap up the juice from her skin.  Instead she moaned and gave a half-hearted shove at his chest as he teased the skin behind her ear once again.  His warm breath brushed over her skin like a summer breeze.  She felt warm all over.

Above her a chuckle rumbled through Han's chest.  "Have I ever shared with you the Corellian way to eat fresh fruit, beautiful?"

Leia could only shake her head mutely, her skin still tingling from his demonstration. Her nipples tightened as he whispered into her ear then took the tiny lobe between his teeth.  He next slipped his tongue around the shell of her ear and dipped in with feathery little flicks.

This is not proper young lady...  The voice of ghosts chanted in her head.

*No... but it feels so good! *

Lust leads to the dark side.

*Luke never said that!  Besides you never knew Luke!*

Lust will be your downfall  --heed my words.

*SHUT UP!

The voices disappeared.

Her fingers laced into his hair and held his head immobile against her skin. It tickled, but was not the least bit humorous. Her legs fell apart instinctively.  She wanted him.  Her breathing deepened as he disentangled her fingers, pushed her hands to the floor beside her head, slid a long leg between her knees, grinned... and scooted away from her.  As he stood to his feet, she felt bereft and sighed heavily.

Wasn't that just like the man?

"Well I may just show you if you are a good girl."  He grinned at her disappointed expression.  "For now, watch the expert, Leia love."

Han was pulling his shirts over his head as he walked over to the cabinet. Leia reluctantly admired his broad chest, slim hips and tapered waist over the waistband of his shorts--and those long legs that she now saw more and more of.  She recalled the first time she had seen him in a pair of shorts.

Han turned his head toward her slightly.  "I take it you like what you see, Your Holiness?"

Blast the man-- could he read her mind?

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Four days...  Four days since the destruction of the Death Star.  Ten days since the destruction of her world, of her way of life, of herself...

Leia fought down a rush of nausea at the thought of her imprisonment on that battle station.  The torture, the violation, the helplessness and pain seemed to have been a part of another's life, not hers.  Leia Organa would never have allowed her body and mind to be abused in that way.

Speaking of abuse--

She approached the Millennium Falcon warily.  It was still early yet, but she could not sleep.  Leia felt as if she would never sleep again.  Too many demons haunted her nights along with the ghosts.  General Reikeen had arrived and she had poured her heart out to her godfather after the celebration.  Not one to let her have too much time to ponder the last few days' events, he had sent her on a fact-finding mission of sorts.

Han Solo had stayed on after the award ceremony days ago.  Reikeen was curious as to whether he was interested in being added to the Alliance payroll in an unofficial role or whether he would soon be lifting off.  Leia's heart had skipped a beat at the thought of his leaving.

What would it matter to me?  Good riddance!  He's nothing but a rude, obnoxious, boorish, arrogant, self-righteous-- Corellian, in love with nothing but his monetary pursuits.

But, then, he had been there to awkwardly hold her as she cried brokenly for Alderaan and to catch her, racing to the medical bay with her in his arms as she had passed out from exhaustion and the traumatic injuries from her imprisonment.  She had heard that he, Reikeen and Luke had stood vigil outside the operating room as the medical technicians worked to repair her damaged nerves and tissues.  The man had repeatedly asked Reikeen loudly and boisterously what was taking so ch'ellan long.

Four days after the Ceremony where he had received his medal, Leia had been ordered to find Han Solo and speak to him--to find out his intentions.  Why was Reikeen so hell-bent on having her find out this information?  Maybe it was the fact that Reikeen was one-half Corellian as well?

Having finally arrived at the freighter--what a piece of k'ala, as Solo would have put it-- she studied it up close.   Rust covered half of the metal frame and carbon scoring from ion blasts the other.  An intricate network of soldered wires and other welded components showed that the ship had many added modifications-- a must for any smuggler worth his spice.   Briefly she wondered what secrets the old girl could tell.  Leia had to reluctantly admire the ship.  After all, it had been the catalyst for turning the battle of the Death Star into a victory for the Rebellion, as had her pilot Han Solo-- a man of even more secrets.

The entrance ramp had been left down invitingly, so she walked up halfway and poked her head over the floorboard of the ship.
 
 
 

 Chewbacca stood unnoticed in the galley cooking breakfast for himself and his showering partner as he noticed the small dark head of the tiny human princess peeking up from the floor.  Her pretty face soon became visible with a look of utter disenchantment upon seeing the disarray the cabin lay in.

Chewbacca woofed a greeting and motioned for her to come aboard.  She whipped her head toward him and blushed brightly.   Leia Organa was a pretty little thing he observed as she moved remaining distance up the ramp and entered.  Her tight leggings and tunic showed off her petite figure as she moved to sit on the navigation chair.

Leia sighed, crossed her legs daintily and spoke.  "I was looking for Captain Solo... umm...Chewbacca isn't it?"  She smiled at him and he flashed his most dashing Wookiee smile.
 
 
 

The grin fell from her face slightly.  Even smiling the Wookiee was terrifying.  A Wookiee dwarfed a man as tall as Reikeen and Solo by a good two feet, so he would make at least two of her.  But, this one had the gentlest eyes.  She felt she could trust him even if she could not let her guard down around the human to whom he owed a life-debt.  How had he ever gotten hooked up with the likes of Han Solo?
 
 
 

Chewbacca was thinking of how the fiery tempered princess had put Solo in his place several times over the last few days.  Leia Organa had been the first woman to render Han Solo speechless.  She had also been the first pretty lady who had not fallen all over the dashing pilot and it had irked Solo to no end.  Would those two not be an interesting match?  The sparks would fly, but would anyone survive the explosion sure to follow?  Perhaps they should wait around this ragtag collection of beings, just to see what could happen between a princess and a guy like Han.  Han would, of course,  need him around to keep from blowing it as usual.
 
 
 

Han Solo was thinking along similar lines as he exited his quarters and saw the pretty Alderaani sitting very prim and ladylike in his navigator chair "talking" to his co-pilot.  She had hidden a figure beneath those royal robes, and a pretty good one at that.  Her hair was pulled back in a soft braid that let wisps of hair fall around her face which had relaxed some now that Chewie was engaging her in a somewhat lopsided conversation.

Another white outfit, naturally.  Miss virgin touch-me-not princess--except he had seen the marks on her half-naked body as he had bandaged her ribs and inserted bone knitters.   The marks were from human hands-- and more than one it appeared.  Poor little thing had been through so much more than she had let on.  No young lady should have to be in the position she had been forced into.  Han felt a sudden rage at the late Bail Organa.  He could see, as Leia laughed nervously with Chewbacca, the girl that she should have been allowed to be. She had no business having the worries of this very adult fight thrust upon her when she was still practically a girl herself.

Okay, he amended, watching her appreciatively, woman... definitely woman.

He took in the sight of her tight outfit, molding her firm breasts and tiny waist,  and felt an persistent twitch.

Maybe she needed a good-looking pilot to erase those worries from her mind...
 
 
 

Leia heard a noise and turned around in the seat.  She was speechless.

Han Solo had just come from a real water shower, obviously.  Dark hair lay slick against his forehead, his face smooth, clean-shaven. His chest hair was flat against him, narrowing into a thin dark line as it went lower onto his rippled abdomen and disappeared below his bellybutton.  He wore nothing except a pair of gray field shorts, hanging low on his slender hips and narrow waist, haphazardly tied.  And, from the way they bulged in the front, he wore nothing beneath.

Leia stared in open-mouthed shock at the vast amount of bare Solo skin before her eyes.

Gods, he is beautiful!

Leia bit the inside of her lip and hurriedly lowered her eyes to the floor, moving them back and forth between his bare feet.   He had nice feet, long and slender, fine boned like the rest of him.

*I have a bad feeling about this...*
 
 
 

Han Solo had never been one to ignore the attentions of a beautiful woman.  It amused him to see that the princess hid a woman beneath all of that stoniness. He sauntered over toward her on long bare legs.

Han stood before her and sheer curiosity drew her averted eyes upwards.  With horror she realized exactly what part of his anatomy was at her eye level and shot her gaze up to lock with his.  The innocent expression of shock melted to embarrassment, then turned into indignant offense.

His smile grew, one side drawing up higher than the other, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
 
 
 
 

" I take it you like what you see, Your Holiness?" His voice was low and smooth, well practiced in the art of seduction.

Her brown eyes grew even wider as he placed his hands on either side of her arms on the chair's armrests and invaded her personal space, tanned face only inches from hers.  She could feel heat radiating off of his bare skin.  It was difficult to not reach out and indulge the urge to touch him when he was so close that she could taste him.

"Come back to my cabin and I'll give you a preview of the rest of me.  I'm betting that you'll like THAT even better."  He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, a leer appearing on his handsome face.

Leia gasped and sputtered.  "W-w-why you arrogant, crude, egotistical, self-centered, grungy...CORELLIAN! "  She leapt to her feet and shoved Han backward in her rush.

"Grungy?  But, I just took a shower! Does that mean you don't want to see the rest of me?"  Han called innocently from behind her.

She whirled around, eyes angry and flaming, face redder than a Tatooinian sunrise.   "I WOULD RATHER SEE THE BARE BUTT OF A HUTT, YOU GAMORREAN SLIMEBALL!" Her hands were on her slender hips, legs wide apart, and head tossed back haughtily.  She was breathing hard from more than her exertions, she knew.
 
 
 

Han determined that from this point on this woman would never get the last word with him.  Here was an adversary worthy of his best verbal jousts.  She could obviously spar with the best of them and he was the best of them.

He turned and walked toward his cabin door.  Just before he entered, he untied and dropped his thin shorts to his ankles, stepped out, and bent over to pick them up before flashing a devilish smile over his bare shoulder at her indignant gasp.

*GOTCHA SWEETHEART! *

Her eyes bulged from their sockets, her mouth a small "O" of shock, her face flush.

"I doubt it would even begin to compare..." He rewarded her with a smirk, before he turned and gave her a view of what lie underneath, arms out to his sides, palms up in offering.
 
 
 

Oh sweet goddess!

Leia Organa felt faint, disoriented, and very un-princesslike in that moment. A dangerous heat raced down her spine.

"You be the judge, Sweetheart..." He swaggered naked into his cabin.

It took every ounce of her willpower not to scream... not to drool ... not to follow.

Leia forced herself to breathe in the next moment.  A strange sensation in her stomach, like a billion butterflies trying to escape, took her breath.  She licked her lips and turned red-faced to tell a chuckling Chewbacca goodbye.
 
The sooner that man was gone the better for her.  She would never give him another thought.  As if he actually believed that she might be interested...
 
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Leia had seen much more of that delicious body since then.  Seen, touched, smelled, and tasted, nearly every inch that she had seen that day.  She often wondered what would have happened if she had decided to take him up on his lewd offer.

She shook her head to clear the memory and realized Han was saying something to her.

"Sit down here."  Han patted the small rectangular table where he had the foodstuff placed.

Leia looked at him as if he had just grown a new head.

"Sweetheart, Trust me."  He picked up a slew of foods and moved them over to the nearby counter.  Coming back to stand before her, he reached out gently.

Leia gasped in surprise when she felt his strong arms effortlessly lift her to the table.

Han's hands tugged off her tiny slippers, running one finger down the arch of her foot.  "You won't need these and let's just get rid of this too, shall we?"  He fingered her blouse collar with a half-smile.

Soon her silk top and skirt lay in a red heap and she sat before Han in her lacy underwear a bright red blush covering her from head to toe. She coughed a bit nervously before speaking.  "Ummm.... Han...?"

Han's attention was focused on the knife with which he was slicing through the pink fruit.  He snagged a purple circular fruit and proceeded the same way.

"What love?"

Leia took her bottom lip between her teeth and shrugged her shoulders.  A wave of vulnerability swept through her.
 
 
 

Han sighed.  She was worried but wouldn't say anything to him, unless he prodded it out of her.  He turned his head slightly to look at her over his shoulder.  She was even cute when she was nervous.

Her bare arms were crossed over her chest protectively.  Her dark hair fell over one shoulder, reaching below her waist.  There was a small tilt to her head as she watched him with nervous expectancy on her young face.  Sitting there in her lacy white underwear, Han was reminded of their first encounter on the Falcon as they made their way slowly to Bespin.
 
 
 

Leia never did know what to expect from her scoundrel.  Life promised to be anything except dull as long as he was a part of it.  She did not expect him to move toward her and drape his discarded blue shirt over her shoulders with a wink.  "Sorry Sweetheart, I forgot the shirt.  I keep forgetting that you're modest."

Maybe when they had been lovers for a much longer time, she would not feel embarrassed to be undressed around him like this, but presently, she still felt shy without some covering for her body--except when they were making love. But then he was busy, focused on pleasing her and himself, not cataloging her imperfections. She still found it hard to believe that he wanted to look at her, and the less she had on the better.  She held one sleeve and slipped her arm into it, then repeated the procedure for the other arm, feeling much less vulnerable.

Leia watched the motions of Han's hands as he prepared their meal.  The tendons moved as he chopped and stirred, bunching and releasing upon command, much as they did when stroking her skin.  Muscles flexed with his movements, veins popping to the surface with his efforts at opening containers.  The muscles in his back moved beneath his scarred skin rhythmically as he chopped and dumped the contents into the various bowls, the same way they did when he was moving against her.

Leia's hands knew the texture of that back and all of its scars by heart-- knew exactly how those hands felt against her naked flesh.

Next he proceeded to chop up the vegetables nearby into roasting dish where a blue roast lay waiting.  Before too long, he had blue aric roasting in the oven with vegetables and a marinade, a salad, fruits with whipped nerf-cream and an exotic Corellian dessert. Like most cooks, he could not resist sticking his finger into the now empty mixing bowl.  Leia watched mesmerized as his finger slipped between his full lips and pulled away with an audible smack.  She jumped when he turned around to offer another cream-covered finger to her.

"Come on Sweetheart, you know you want it.  You want it bad.  I can see the drool."

Her eyebrow shot up to her forehead, her mouth a tiny smirk. "Princesses do not drool, we salivate."

"Oh excuse me, Princess. The non-drool I saw on your lips was a mistake then."

"All you have to do is ask nicely, Han"

He brushed his finger against her half-smiling lips.  "Please open your mouth and close your eyes then I'll give you a Solo surprise."

"That's what I am afraid of, flyboy."  Her folded arms lifted her breasts enough to draw Han's attention from his task.

"Awww... come on Princess... It's me!  Trust me..."

"And that is supposed to convince me?  Han I have to say you are doing a lousy job here."

The look of mock hurt on his face caused her to snicker under her breath.

"What happened to that rapscallion on the Falcon who shadowed me every second and had me eating out of his hand in two days?"

"Well I don't think it was my hand that was involved, exactly.  It was--"

Leia's hand shot out to halt his confession before she could blush yet again.

"Eating out of Han."  She flipped her hair over her shoulder and pushed a wayward strand from her cheek.  "Eating out of...out of...  The prepositions are very important here."

"Prepositions are irrelevant in this situation, love.  It's the action that counts."  He winked at her.

Leia suppressed a gasp of surprise when Han slid his arms on each side of her legs, propped up on his elbows and placed his chin against her lace covered breasts, his golden eyes looking directly into hers.  He waved his finger before her eyes enticingly. "How can you resist, doll?  Can't you hear it?  It's saying...eat me.... Eat me I'm yummy.... Eat me."

She nearly lost her composure at the sight.

"Han let me go, this isn't amusing."  Her voice held a bit of restraint; after all, she was a princess.

Not amusing, but definitely arousing.

He had a little self-satisfied grin on his face.  Tiny lines appeared beside his eyes as he laughed.  "Why?" He rubbed his chin back and forth against the lacy top of her bra, his eyes never straying from hers.

Leia could feel herself rising to the bait, but could do nothing about it if she had wanted to.   "Well we-we are in a kitchen for Sith's sake.  It's not proper for me to eat from your fingers."

Han's laughter was loud and deep.  "Sweetheart, I've seen you eat from my fingers.  You seemed to be having a great deal of fun that night. Luke even thought so. It upset him so much he had to leave."

Her eyes narrowed angrily, full of embarrassment.  "Only a scoundrel like you would remind me of that, Han.  It was the first real food I had eaten for weeks.  That fruit was just too hard to resist."

"You mean I was too hard to resist."

Leia slid her toes up the inside of his short leg.  "Kind of like now?"

Han groaned as Leia reached her goal.

Two could play at his game.

"You know Han..." she began in a seductive purr.  "Since you had to cook the food, I guess I'll have to find a way to return the favor..." Her eyes bore into his as she placed her hands around his wrist and brought his cream flavored finger to her lips.  She opened her lips a tiny bit and paused for a second.

A sound of impatience met her ears as she moved his hand toward her mouth.  Darting her tongue out, she licked up one side of his finger and repeated the action on the opposite side.
 
 
 

Han was spellbound.  He watched as those full pink lips opened and closed over his finger, holding his breath as she slid her mouth further down the digit.  The tightness below his waistband demanded similar attention as his princess gazed up at him from beneath her lashes and began moving her head up and down slowly, groaning softly as she savored the taste.

Did I just whimper?  Han wondered silently as Leia pulled her mouth from his finger with a slurp.

She used her tongue to remove a tiny drop of cream from the top of her lip.  "You're right Han, that is delicious. Yummmy..."
 
 
 
 

Han stood staring at her like he was ready to devour her next.

Oh gods how she loved this man!  She could lose her self for hours with him. Forget her station and duties and just indulge in the magnificence that was Han Solo.   He had taught her that it did not matter that she was a princess and he was an ex-smuggler, all that mattered was that he was a man and she was a woman.  Han Solo had taught her many things since they had first met.  He had taught her things of a more intimate nature since they had become lovers, after the evacuation of Hoth Base.

There had been an actual betting pool going on between some of the fighter squadrons as to when they would become lovers.  Hobbie, a member of Rogue Squadron, had won the pool weeks ago after she and Han had attended a dance club and acted very much "together".  He had guessed that a week after the argument he and nearly the entire squadron had witnessed in the South Passage on Hoth Base Han Solo would have the princess between the sheets.

The rumors had been confirmed by that nosy Jewels Ammon, who had spread around exactly what an Alderaani woman with her hair unbound meant.  Leia had heard the gossip in the sauna of the women's dressing room at the gym as she had hidden in the shadowy darkness.  Leia Organa and Han Solo, were officially "getting it on".  They had apparently even been caught in the act in a dark alcove at a dance club, according to Jewels, who had held her female audience captive with the exaggerated story of the dance.  If her version was to be believed, then Han and Leia had practically made love on the public dance floor.

The strange woman had been a bane to Leia's existence since intermediate academy on Alderaan, before she had gone to Coruscant and lost track of her. Always keeping something stirred up in the life of Princess Leia Organa-- almost as if she were obsessed with her... Leia had been horrified to run into her again on the Medical Frigate after the ordeal on Bespin.

If only Leia had remembered to look for telltale marks before she had gone back out into the crowded dance floor.  Han's handiwork had made their little backroom encounter obvious.  What Leia wouldn't give to confront that pesky Jewels Ammon at last and tell her exactly what happened between her and Han so at least the truth would be spreading instead of some juicy half-true gossip. But some things Leia hoped nobody would find out about, especially Han. Only Luke knew-- but then he had always known things she wanted to hide.

How was it that she could think about her brother at the most inconvenient times?

Excuse me?  Woman about to be ravaged lovingly by the handsome half-clothed man before her-- DON'T THINK!

*No you listen to that good girl inside.  This is most improper! *  The voice of her aunt intruded on her once again, but by now she had become an expert at ignoring voices she did not wish to hear.

Leia felt the rough hands of her lover cup her chin gently in one palm and place another finger full of cream on her tongue.  She moved her eyes to his as he lowered his head with a wicked grin.  His tongue touched hers gently, licking the cream from hers and coaxing her to return the favor before he deepened the kiss with a groan.  His tongue traced the contours of her mouth until she could taste the sweetness everywhere.  His hands held her wrists down on the table, immobilizing her so she could not touch him.  Instead, she slid her bare thighs against the outsides of his legs, feeling the scrape of the hair that covered them.

"We gotta try that again."  Han growled as he released her lips.

Leia laughed as Han once again shook the container and this time tried squirting the whipped cream directly on her tongue, missing and hitting her squarely on the nose.  With an indignant squeal she scooped the cream off her nose and threw it back at her laughing lover.

Leia recognized the gleam in his eyes as he swiped the white mess off of his bare chest and slung it off onto the floor that was slowly growing messier as they grew more playful.

"So, you want to play dirty, huh?"  He was gathering a handful of fruity pulp from a nearby bowl and moving closer. Some dripped onto the tiles below.

 I hope he knows that I'm not cleaning that up by myself!

Leia's eyes widened and she scrambled from the table to defend herself.

"You wouldn't dare!"  She tilted her head inquisitively then shook it.  "Don't even think about it!  Han--"

"Sweetheart, I don't take orders from anyone!"  With that he launched a handful of goop toward her.  She ducked behind the table, barely getting clipped on the shoulder by the projectile. The rest hit the wall beside her with a splat.  Scraping it off indignantly, she tossed it back at Han, wiping the smirk from his face as she hit him right between the eyes.

Her mouth dropped open in shock.  There was no way he would let her best him, so her kitchen was about to become a war zone.

He rose to his full height and placed his hands on his hips.  "Come out from behind there and take it like a man, Your Worship!"  He bellowed as she cowered behind the table, fighting to not laugh.

"I'm a woman! I don't have to take it like a man!"  She snapped back as he moved closer.

The predatory look in his eyes only made him more irresistible.

 "And I said don't call me that!"  Leia scooped more cream from the floor and launched it high over her head.  Taking advantage of his scramble to avoid the glob, she moved farther away trying not to laugh as he hit a pile of fruit and went sprawling onto the floor. He slid into a cabinet with a groan of pain.

She moved back and reached into her open refrigeration unit and came up with two varnat eggs, Corellian chocolate fudge sauce, and frozen nerf-cream.  Messy, but sufficient, she decided.  Leia groaned as she heard the contents of some bowl splash to the floor behind her.

Han reached behind him and took hold of the bowl of candied fruit delight he had finished making a few moments earlier.  "Careful, Your Aimlessness, I've got dessert.  And I am not afraid to use it."

She laughed sarcastically.  "Well I have chocolate sauce... And it stains so don't even think about it!"  She heaved the two eggs blindly over the table and heard a loud crack followed by a Corellian curse.  "Anyway, I'm the one who actually hits my target, flyboy!"

Leia screamed as Han shoved her protective table aside and plastered her on top of the head with a bowl full of sticky dessert.  The warm mixture oozed over her forehead and dripped slowly into her eyes and mouth, down between the open folds of her shirt. The sound of it dripping to the floor was the only sound either heard.

Then, Han was laughing so hard that he missed the return shot of chocolate sauce and nerf-cream that caught him right in the middle of his bare chest.  Leia stood to her feet and decided to make a dash for the freedom of her bedroom, but was downed by a slippery spot on the floor.  She gasped as her feet went flying behind her and she fell to the floor face first.  Luckily she caught herself with her hands, and slid only a few feet, but was now lying at the feet of a merciless Han Solo.

Han grinned down mischievously at his fallen lover.  He was covered in dark brown sauce and now beige cream, sliding slowly down his chest, into the waistband of his shorts, and down his long legs. She was similarly attired.  "I think it's time to show you how a Corellian eats his fruit, Sweetheart."

He dropped to his knees and took hold of her legs before she could crawl away. She screamed and tried to crawl away, but was unsuccessful; her hands and knees slipped from beneath her at every motion.

Leia twisted and bucked in a half-hearted effort to avoid his torture.  Cool air touched her shoulders as Han removed the food-covered shirt she wore.
 
 

 "All this good food, such a waste... guess I'll have to remedy that."   He pulled her to him by her legs as she kicked, catching him in the side. "OWW! Sithspawn woman, hold still!"  His weight held her legs immobile.  "Might as well mix it up good."  He took his hand and rubbed the mess onto her stomach, moving up to flick the front clasp of her bra and pull the halves away to reveal her to him.

Han paused a moment.  Every time he saw her, it was like that first time.  He was amazed that she could give herself to him so trustingly, that this beautiful woman was his,  and that she seemed to possess the same spirit of adventure that he did.
 
 
 
 

Leia gasped as Han smeared the food over her bare breasts, her nipples hardening from his strokes.

Now this is definitely a new experience.

"Soups on...."  Han teased against her ear and moved to drag his tongue across her heated chocolate and cream-covered shoulder.

Leia moaned as she felt the slippery mixture melting against Han's tongue.  Making his own little noises of satisfaction, he worked her into a frenzy.  His hands had moved to tug off the remainder of her undergarments as he had nibbled on her breasts, so she now felt herself fully exposed to the cool re-circulated air, coming from the vent beside her.

*Leia Organa -- this atrocity! *  Her aunt's voices screamed as she moaned.

I don't care!

*What about your royal reputation? *

Nobody will ever know, so shut up!
 
 
 
 

Han gazed at his delicious princess.  She lay there quietly, a smorgasbord for him to savor.  If those stuffed shirts could see her now, naked, aroused, begging for his touch.  She waited for him to feast upon her like the glutton he had become since he had first touched her bare skin in the cockpit on the Falcon.  He craved her like the finest sweets from Kashyyk, needed her for sustenance more than he needed food, and drank in her beauty to quench his thirst.  He slid between her legs and scooped one last hand full of fruity delight from the bowl.  "Do you know the perfect dish to go with this dessert, lady?"

Leia shook her head without a word.

"You...."  He dropped the dessert onto her.

Her eyes widened.
 
 
 

Leia nearly exploded. She was gasping, whimpering for him to stop, and begging him not to stop as he eventually raised his head and wiped off his mouth with an impish grin.

Leia rolled with him over to his back and worked his shorts off.  "My turn..." She whispered picking up the container of nerf-cream.

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Before too long, both were worked up with anticipation. Leia crawled up Han's body, rose above him and lowered herself onto him slowly.  Her groan of pleasure accompanied his own as they moved together.  His hands caressed her, touched her all over as she moved above him.  Her mouth opened wordlessly as she felt him moving within her.

Her hands stroked his chest with an angel's touch.  Dragging her fingers through the sticky hair, she sighed in utter contentment.  This was where she belonged, in the arms of the man she loved, holding him close.

Han's eyes locked onto hers, holding her entranced above him.   He increased his movements and she soon fell across his chest with a cry.

Han turned her over onto her back and soon they were again climbing toward ecstasy.

The sounds of their bodies moving together and apart assaulted her ears; the feel of the cold sticky floor did not deter from her pleasure.  They slid across the floor, into the cabinets--uncaring, unnoticed.  Her legs wrapped around his hips more tightly. Han reached into an overturned bowl and brought his hand to her lips.  She felt his fingers against her tongue and tasted intense sweetness before he delved into her mouth and his taste mingled with the flavor.  Her high-pitched feminine cries melded with his deep groans as they climbed toward completion.

"I love you Leia..." Han growled into her ear, as his thrusts became erratic.  He pressed his face against her shoulder, stifling a moan.

"You too, flyboy..." She moaned, clutching him tighter.

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Behind them, neither had noticed the excessive smoke rising from the oven into the living area and out of the window there.  Blue aric smoked profusely if burned--as it had in the last few minutes.

Han twisted his head around as he heard two unfamiliar noises.  The oven door popped open with a bang and fire leaped from inside with a roar.

He collapsed on his tiny lover as his brain began to work once again.

"CHA' TAN NISAVE!  I FORGOT THE CH'ELLAN ROAST!" He howled as the fire leapt further toward them.

In front of them a louder commotion sent the two of them scrambling for the cover of the table.  Han half-dragged half-carried Leia behind the overturned table.  Both of them peeked over the table edge hesitantly

Five men in New Republic uniforms burst through the door followed within moments by several observers-- one of whom was Jewels Ammon.

STANG! This was not looking good for the two of them.

A powerful blast of white foam hit Han and Leia with bone-breaking pressure, knocking him backwards and out of the protective covering of the table.

"Oh k'ala--" Han squeaked out as he lunged for his shirt, the only piece of clothing that had not been carried away by the pressurized foam.

Leia simply buried her head in her hands, after she crawled back behind the table.
 

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"Oh my god!"  Jewels howled in delight.

Leia recognized that unwelcome voice immediately.
 

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"Are you alright sir, ma'am?"  The blushing officer questioned as he watched Han stand with the shirt in front of his hips, a scowl creeping onto his face. Although he was covered with some dark-brown stain, it was obvious that the General was nude. He could swear that his companion, also quite bare, but huddled down behind an overturned table was Leia Organa, princess and Alliance figurehead.

What had happened in this kitchen?  Were the rumors he had heard true?

The table was overturned; food covered the whole area, dripping down walls, dropping from the ceiling, oozing across the floor to mingle with the now melting foam. The two people also covered in food had apparently been doing something that involved being naked and food.  With this mess, he did not want to know.

"Umm... your 3PO unit saw the fire and placed a call to emergency services.  Sorry for the uhh...mistake.  Go back to whatever you were ahhh... doing."  The man blushed worse than Leia.

"Mistress Leia are you alright?  I saw the smoke and feared the worst.  Thank heavens I was able to call emergency services here in time. "  A whiny mechanical voice called out from the back of the room.

A feminine groan sailed over the edge of the table.  "Everything's fine Threepio..."

"THREEPIO!"  Han nearly dropped his shirt, as he was tempted to run over and permanently disassemble the droid.  Thankfully, he remembered his lack of covering and yanked the shirt back in front of him, but not before he heard a couple of female voices of appreciation.

He glanced over at Leia huddled behind the table.  Threepio had blown any chance at her not
being recognized.  Although why he had thought people would believe that the icon of the
Rebellion would condone his using her apartment for such activities with another woman, was
beyond him.  Better to just come out and admit this.

Han reached down and found his discarded shorts with one hand.   Never modest in his life he
tossed the shirt at Leia.  "Put it on, Leia..."   He slipped the silky boxers over his
waist.

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Jewels, like every other observer had dashed after the hysterical droid who was claiming
mistress Leia was dying; her apartment was on fire.  Even to Jewels, this was big news.  A
couple of members of Rogue Squadron, including Wedge had rushed right along behind her.  At
least twenty people now followed the five emergency service workers.

The locked door had been no barrier.  The thought that their precious Princess might be in there
dying gave them the strength to rip the door from its hinges.  Smoke billowed from the
apartment, as they rushed to the largest concentration of the smoke and let loose with the
portable foam dispensers they dragged along.

Nobody was more surprised than Jewels to see a naked and foam covered Han Solo emerge from the
smoke with a scrap of fabric barely keeping him modest.  It was true, the man had quite a body.
He looked adorable with the shirt hiding just enough to fuel the imaginations of the few females
present.

He rolled his eyes heavenward at the worker's embarrassed apology.  After the words of Leia's
protocol droid, he had fumed and started toward them, the shirt slipping to her delight.  She
shared a whispered comment with another female worker. "Guess what they say about Corellians is
true after all."  Both giggled.

There was an audible collective gasp as Han tossed the shirt to his companion.  He held his arms
out roguishly offering them a better view before he pulled on his chocolate covered shorts.

After the initial embarrassment, Leia still refused to emerge.  As the observers filed from the
apartment more quietly than they had arrived, Jewels turned and walked over to the table Leia
was hiding behind.  "You know Princess, I wasn't sure if the thing at the dance club wasn't just
a fluke, but now this..." She swept her arm across the mess.  "This will give me something to
talk about for weeks, months, maybe even a year."  She glanced at Han who stood behind her
scowling.  "You watch yourself, Princess, because I'm going to be keeping a close eye on you.
And when he leaves you, I'll be the first, though not the only one to say I told you so."

With that, she turned and practically skipped from the apartment.
 

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Han stood silently, wondering what to say to Leia to make it all better.
 
"Well Sweetheart, at least its out now. You have a sex-life.  No more ice princess remarks."

"But, Han you don't understand, the rumors will be worse than the truth!  She is relentless."
Leia had finally stood up and was clutching the multi-stained shirt closed. "When Alderaan blew
up, I was at least convinced I would never have to deal with her again. I thought that was the
one good thing that would come from my ordeal."

"The way I figure it, this time truth is stranger than fiction. Even when she tells it, people
probably won't believe it."  Han offered hopefully.

"No people around here are bored, they will believe it... Besides, if you're involved, then it
has to be true."

"Well I won't deny it, but it's nobody's business but our own." He scratched his head.  "And,
what, pray tell did we even do?  We were just having a little fun.  Does everybody around here,
besides me, think sex should be boring and routine?"

"In the upper sections of society--yes."  The admonitions of her aunts came to her.  For years
she had believed them.  Han had blown their opinions straight off the star charts on that trip
to Bespin.

"Maybe they just haven't had the right kind of fun with the right person."

"Regardless, I am of the upper sections, Han.  People will talk... I wonder when I will get my
official reprimand for my most improper behavior.  They could even get General Reikeen involved,
since I have no parents to give me advice."

Han's face fell.  "That bad, huh?"

"This would be the ultimate faux pas on Alderaan, not only caught in pre-marital sexual bliss,
but obviously having been involved in something out of the acceptable missionary position in a
bed."

"Chu'ell-- no wonder they gave up weapons, I would have had to kill myself from the boredom."

She scowled at him and then burst out laughing.  "Well I always wanted to get out of the shadows of royalty, shed my virginal image... I guess this definitely did it."

Han wrapped his sticky arms around her waist and kissed her neck lightly.  "Well you know what I
say, princess?"

"I'm almost afraid to ask."  She tilted her head sideways to give him full access to her.

"I say, let's give them something to talk about."

"You mean shamelessly flaunt our love affair in public?"  She lay her head back against his
chest as he kissed the side of her chin.

"Well strictly within the limits of social propriety, of course."  His hands were making their
way down her stomach as he nibbled at the pulse in her neck.

"Of course."  She sighed.  "Move over just a little...Oh yeah right there--"

Han chuckled and slipped his other hand up to cup her chocolate-covered breast.

She moaned as he twisted her face to his and craned his neck to reach her lips.

"But, then again I've never been one to follow the rules."  He kissed her, slowly forcing her
body to turn until they were chest to chest.

Leia gasped as he reached down and lifted her up into his arms.

"You know, this mess is going to harden if we don't get it off pretty quick, Your Worship."

"What should we do?" she inquired playfully, drawing circles around his nipple with her
fingernail.

"Well... You know how much I like real water showers..."

"Corellians know best about these things-- I trust you."

"With your life?"

"With my life..." How many times had she been in peril with him by her side?

"With your body?"

"That goes without saying..." She looked up at his playful smirk.

"With your heart?"  His expression grew serious.

"Always Han--I've always trusted you with my heart, I just didn't realize it."

He gazed at her silently for a moment then continued. "They're wrong you know..."

Leia looked puzzled.  "They who?"

"Everybody..."

"About what?"

"About me not caring for anything but myself... about it being a matter of time before I hurt
you...before I leave." He smiled sadly down at her.  "I hear the gossip too, Sweetheart."

"I don't care, Han, I've learned not to listen to negativity over the years."
 

He hugged her to him and sat her on the edge of the tub.  "I care, though."

He lowered himself to one knee and took her hands.  "Leia, I love you.  I have since you said
'Into the garbage chute flyboy'."

She grinned at the memory.

"I know I can't offer you much, politically, but I can offer you my loyalty, my friendship, my
love."

Leia's mouth fell open.  There was a look of uncertainty in her eyes.

"Leia I love you.  You have brought joy, tears, bliss, challenge and a reason to get up in the
mornings back to my life.  I want to give you something back in return."

She must have looked astounded because he said.  "Close your mouth Leia... Yes I am being
unselfish for once in my life. But, don't let it get around."

She sat still, covered in oozing chocolate, cream and fruit, naked as the day she was born and
cried softly.

"Ahhh... Leia, don't cry.  I didn't even get to ask you if you would marry me. "

Her head shot up.  "M-marry you?"

"Well what did you think I was going to say?"

"I'm not sure, Han."

"You're not sure?" His face fell slightly.

"No...."

"NO?"  There was a look of panic in his dark eyes.

She gritted her teeth and mumbled.  "Listen once because I will only say this once, okay."

He nodded.

"I was not sure what you were going to ask me.  I am sure that I do want to be with you forever.
And yes... I will marry you, okay?"

"So, does this mean you actually do like me?"

"Sometimes, Han, sometimes.  But when I don't like you very much, remember I always love you, no
matter what.  Just make sure you stay away for a while so I can remind myself; I'd hate to have
to hurt you like that other time."

Han gave a Corellian whoop and captured her face between his hands.  He lowered his lips,
kissing her with more passion, more tenderness than she had ever known.

"I love you..." Leia whispered into his mouth as he broke the kiss.

"I know..."

She swatted his chest and stood to her feet.  "We had better get this off, Han."

"Yeah..." The corner of his mouth lifted wickedly.  "Last one in has to clean the kitchen!"

Leia lunged for the tub at the same moment.

"No fair, your legs and arms are longer!" She stomped her small foot on the tiled floor.

Han reached out and pulled her into the shower.  He had planned to help her clean the kitchen anyway.

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Later on their hands and knees scrubbing, Han sat back against the cabinet.  "Maybe this wasn't
such a hot idea I had, Leia. I think these stains will be around until we have grandkids."

"Well, like us they'll be here forever."  She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

His eyebrow lifted and he pulled her into his lap.

"Solo, I refuse to do this again in here."

He laughed and hugged her.  "So tomorrow, do you want to go look at rings?"

She pulled back and looked at him. "Rings?  Han Solo you are such an old fashioned romantic
aren't you."

" Does it show?"

"Only with me..."

"Good I'd hate to ruin my image."  His lopsided grin warmed her heart.

"So Han," Leia began after a silent moment.  "You said grandkids... does that mean you want to
have kids first?"

"At least twelve, Sweetheart."  He kissed her forehead gently.

"TWELVE?"  Her mouth flew open and stayed that way.

"Gotcha!"

Leia smacked her hand on his chest.

"Oww... okay at least a couple of rugrats."

"Okay that's more like it."

She scooted off his lap and returned to scrubbing.  She raised up on her knees in excitement.
"We have to tell Luke, Winter, Uncle Carlist--"

"We will tell everyone soon enough Leia." He grunted out as he scrubbed the floor with both
hands on the brush.  "You get to explain the stains on the ceiling and wall."

"Oh Sith, when people ask how you proposed to me, I am not telling them about this."  With
folded arms, she hesitated.

"Why not?"  Han faked an injured expression with his hand over his heart. "You have to admit,
it's unique.  How many women can say they had that much fun getting proposed to?"

"How many men are going to admit they were covered head to toe in chocolate, not to mention
naked and panicked?"  She huffed back.

 Han scratched his head.  "You have a point there.  How about if I take you out after we pick up
a ring and I stage a proper proposal in public. You know flowers, wine, candlelight, music, me own on one knee-- the works."

She smiled brightly.  "You would do that for me?  Wouldn't it stain your reputation, General?"

"No worse than that chocolate stained your backside Your Holiness."

"Han I've told you to stop calling me that."

"Make me!"  He slapped a towel against her backside as he stood to his feet.

With an indignant yelp Leia leaped to her feet and took off after her scrambling fiancé.

Han dodged her easily and moved quickly toward her bedroom.

Soon enough he would let her catch him, just as she had already captured his heart.
Of course, she was going to have to put down that metal brush first.

He had a feeling that it was going to be a very long night.
 
 

Finis