Hormonal

by Lelila

 

Standard Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine; I'm just having some fun with them.  They really belong to Uncle George, and I'm sure if he ever read this he'd have a bantha, but please don't sue...I'm not making any money.  And for all you kiddies out there, this is a smut story, meaning if you're under 17, you're TOO YOUNG!  Turn back now!

 

 

 

Leia shifted in bed, trying unsuccessfully to get comfortable.  She sighed, considering for the fiftieth time about going down to medical to get something to help her sleep.  As she lay there, she saw the light in the hall come on.  Han quietly entered the room, returning from his meeting with the Trade Board.  He sat on the bench to her vanity and removed his boots.  Out of the corner of her eye, Leia watched him in the dim light as he started to undo the fastenings on his dress shirt.  She shifted again, grimacing as a twinge of pain poked at her.

 

Han's shirt fell open.  "I didn't wake you, did I, Sweetheart?" he asked softly.

 

"No," she replied without turning to face him.

 

Han sat on her side of the bed, caressing her cheek with the back of a finger.  "What are you doing up?  You need your sleep."

 

"Tell me something I don't know," she grumbled back at him.  "How was your meeting?" she asked in an attempt to show him that her sour mood wasn't his fault.

 

"Awww...boring, frustrating....you know, the usual."  He grinned at her.  "But I'm in a much better mood now that I'm here with you."  He descended on her, kissing her solicitously.

 

Leia responded half-heartedly, not really in the mood.  But his presence was comforting, and his attentions did make her feel a little better.  An excited thrill rushed through her as he first nibbled on her lips and then pushed his tongue into her mouth.  His hand wandered down over her shoulder to her breast, squeezing it gently through her nightgown.

 

Leia stifled a groan.

 

Han pulled back, looking at her with worried eyes.  "What's the matter?"

 

Leia sighed, rolling away from him slightly.  "I'm not really in the mood tonight, Han."

 

"Okay," he conceded.  "But you usually don't groan like *that* when I touch you."

 

She squeezed her eyes shut; this was more embarrassing than she thought it would be.  "My breasts are tender at the moment," she bit out.  "It hurt when you did that."

 

Han's eyebrows shot into his hairline.  "Are you all right?"

 

"I'm fine," she replied, skewering him with a glare.  "It's just that time of my cycle."

 

Han stared at her blankly. 

 

She rolled her eyes.  "I'm menstruating," she told him in that calm, explanatory tone she used too often on the senate floor.

 

"Oh," he replied simply.  "Oh!" he repeated, higher and sharper as realization seemed to dawn.  "Oh."  His shoulders slumped in a posture of defeat.

 

"Fine," she rolled away from him completely now.  "I understand if you're totally turned off by me now.  Just go away and leave me in my misery."

 

"No, Sweetheart, it's not like that at all."  He put a hand on her arm, encouraging her to look at him.  "I just...I didn't know that happened...I mean, I know what happens and what that is, I just..." He sighed.  "I wasn't aware it was painful in any way."

 

"Well, it can be," she replied, trying very hard not to snip at him. "And for me it usually is."

 

"Can't you take something for it?"

 

"Yes, but it normally makes me crankier than I already am, or it spaces me out, so I just deal with it for the day or two it lasts."

 

Han caressed her arm, and Leia could tell he was pondering all of that.  She knew her dour mood was caused mostly by her hormones and as a reaction to her physical discomfort.  She was about to roll over and apologize to him when he spoke again.

 

"And all the time we've been together..."  He paused, seemed to switch gears.  "How come this hasn't come up before?"

 

She turned to look at him, forcibly softening her features.  "Well, it's not like it hasn't happened since we've been together, it's just...never been an issue.  And come to think of it, we've often been apart during..."  she glanced away, " that time."

 

"That time?"  Han laughed.  "Leia, you are the most forthright person I have ever known.  What's with all the euphemisms all of a sudden?"

 

Leia swallowed.  "Well...I was brought up that...bodily functions...were not discussed in polite company.  And the few times I have been around men when this topic came up, they seemed horribly embarrassed.  I honestly don't know why; I mean...it's the stuff of life really, but..."  She trailed off, unsure of what else to say.

 

"Sweetheart, I ain't polite society.  I'm your husband., and I want to know everything about you, whether you think it'll embarrass me or not."

 

Touched by his sensitivity, Leia smiled, but it quickly turned to a cringe as her insides knotted themselves tightly. 

 

"Leia?"  Han's brow knitted in evident concern.

 

"Just...cramps," she replied tightly as the spasm slowly released her.

 

"You mean... like a leg cramp?"

 

"More like...a stitch in your side.  Only worse."

 

Han scrunched up his lips.  "Yuck.  Those are terrible."

 

Leia lifted her eyebrows in a now-you-have-some-idea-of-what-I'm-going-through look, but said nothing.

 

"Oh, Sweetheart," he practically cooed, and leaned over to kiss her brow while at the same time slowly, almost surreptitiously, drawing the covers back.  "Tell me where it hurts."  He ran his hand slowly down her belly. 

 

He'd almost reached the apex of her legs when Leia put a hand over his.  "Right, there, huh?"  he asked, to which she nodded.  He pressed his hand to the spot gently for a few moments, letting its warmth soothe her before lowering his head almost reverently and kissing her abdomen through the fabric of her nightgown.

 

Leia felt a warmth course through her and settle in the spot that Han was nuzzling.  The pain dissipated somewhat.  "Better?" he asked, resting his head against her belly.

 

Her lips quirked up into a smile.  "A little, actually."

 

Han's eyebrows wriggled mischievously.  "Then you'll have to tell me where else it hurts," he rumbled as he started planting kisses up the length of her torso.

 

Leia exhaled a breath as he came upon her breastbone and swerved left over her breast.  "There," she breathed.  "And there.... and there... and... ummmmm... there."

 

Han found her nipple and laved his tongue over it.  The sensation of it through her nightgown did hurt a little, but the eroticism of it over-rode the slight spasm.  And the warmth that had swept through her before did so again, this time settling between her legs.

 

She wound her fingers into his hair as he undid the laces on her nightgown and gently brushed it aside.  Han turned his attentions to her other breast, and Leia felt her toes curl as his tongue danced around her nipple.

 

Crawling over her, Han settled onto the bed, this time kissing her lips.  Leia responded hungrily, suddenly very much in the mood.  "Tell me...if I'm...hurting you," he mumbled around their kisses.

 

She nodded as she shoved his shirt off of his shoulders.  He disengaged from her long enough to remove and discard the garment, undoing his belt at the same time.  He descended upon her again, this time nibbling on her ear.

 

Leia gasped as she felt her sex twitch and moisture begin to collect there.  Suddenly a thought occurred to her.  "Han," she rasped out.  "What if...what if my cervical cap comes loose and...."  Again she fought with her long-ingrained modesty.  "And we stain the sheets?"

 

He flashed that lopsided grin at her.  "That's what cleaning droids are for," he whispered seductively.

 

She smiled back at him, letting her hands wander to his groin, his desire for her evident through his trousers.  She pulled open the clasp of his pants, freeing him, and was pleased to find him even more ready than her initial inspection had hinted at.  She stroked him deftly a few times, running her thumb through the moisture at the tip.  She heard him release a shaky sigh into her ear.  "Didn't you say something about not being in the mood?"

 

She grinned cheekily.  "That was before.  Hormones are known to do strange things to a woman during this time."

 

He cocked an eyebrow.  "Really."  It wasn't a question.

 

"Um-hum.  Feels like your hormones are surging at the moment, too."  She squeezed him gently.

 

"Ohhh...Sweetheart, my hormones rush just at the thought of you."

 

She smiled again, and responded by running her thumbnail around the edge of his glans, something she knew drove him wild.  She delighted in seeing his eyes roll up into his head for a moment before he grabbed her wrist.  "You keep that up and we're not going to get anywhere."

 

Leia sat up, tossing her nightgown across the room and wriggling out of her panties.  She pushed Han onto his back.. "I think I'll be more comfortable like this."  She yanked his pants down around his knees before straddling him.

 

Leaning over, she kissed him slowly.  "Last chance to bail if you've got any kind of problem with this," she murmured against his lips.

 

"Are you crazy?  You are the most beautiful creature I've ever known.  How could I not want you?  Who cares about a little....ahhhhh....blood..."  He trailed off as she settled down onto him.

 

Leia rocked her hips against his slowly, letting her own arousal descend upon her.  She squeezed her sex around his, feeling every bump and curve before starting to stroke in earnest.

 

Han's wandering hands found her breasts, and he flicked his thumbs over her erect nipples.  Twinges of pain lanced through them, but oddly Leia only found that even more arousing. 

 

She increased her pace, hammering against him.  It was suddenly as if she couldn't reach orgasm soon enough.  Normally, she savored every moment, and let her climax come at its own pace, but now, she needed that release more than she ever had in the past.

 

As if sensing her need, Han snaked a hand between them and danced his fingers over her clitoris.  She moaned, and felt her sex start to convulse around his.  She collapsed on him, still stroking fast and shallow.  "Come with me," she whispered in his ear.  "Please."

 

His other hand tightened around her shoulder, and just as Leia surrendered herself to her climax, she felt him explode inside of her.  This only drove her to further heights, and she could swear even her hair follicles tensed.

 

Finally relaxing, she could still feel his engorged member pulsing against her inner walls, quite possibly the most erotic thing she'd ever felt.  "How do you feel?" he whispered after a long time.

 

Still basking in afterglow, she replied with a chuckle, "I don't have any cramps."

 

His baritone chortle sounded in her ear.  "Well, that's good."  He kissed her temple and eased her off of him only to find blood on his thighs.  Leia covered her face with her hands, her ingrained embarrassment rushing back to her.  "Oh, Han, I'm so sorry."

 

He pulled her hands away from her face and wrapped his own long fingers around them.  "I told you, that's what cleaning droids are for.  C'mon, let's go clean ourselves up."  He kicked his pants off, climbed out of bed, hit the call button for their housekeeping droid, and scooped up his wife, heading for the 'fresher.

 

Finis