Longing
By Lelila
First
appeared in Size Matters Not #1, May, 2002
Leia
returned to her quarters fuming. She
absently wished she had a door she could slam instead of an automatic
hatch. Her day had been terrible, just
one thing after another, and for the first time in recent memory, she’d let it
get to her.
She
dropped onto her sofa, feeling the stress radiating from her. She worked her shoulders and rolled her
head, feeling the knots in her neck.
She wished Han were here to give her a massage, but he was off on some
mission or other...again.
Leia
realized for the first time perhaps that she wasn’t really happy with her
life. She did what she did because she
felt she must, not because she really enjoyed it. The only time she really felt happy was when she was with Han.
When
had that changed? When had the most
important thing in her life become her relationship with this man? She couldn’t exactly pin that down. She wasn’t even sure if it was when she had
resigned her position in the Alliance to go and free him from his carbonite
prison. She had done that partly out of
guilt; she’d gotten Han into that mess, she felt responsible to get him out of
it.
But
yet...it hadn’t only been about that.
It hadn’t even been mostly about that.
It mostly had to do with the huge pit that formed in her stomach every
time she thought that she would never see him again. For the first time in her life, she had allowed herself to be
selfish.
And
yet now that he was free, and the war was over (officially, anyway), she spent
even less time with him. He was always
off on some mission. It made her ache
inside every time she thought about him.
She
blinked as tears stung her eyes. Damn
him! Damn herself. Damn this whole situation. She expelled a shaky sigh and got up to
begin pacing, unsure of what else to do with her restless self.
There
had to be something dysfunctional about this situation; everyone she talked to
about it said she’d be happier without him.
Everyone but Luke, anyway. They
were hardly ever together, and when they were it was a few days of intense
loving and fighting, and then he was gone again. Much of the time it felt more like she was having an illicit
affair than an actual relationship. And
yet...the mere thought of him made her happier than she ever thought she could
be.
Her
whole thought process had changed because of him. If her weight fluctuated or she discovered a skin blemish, things
she’d barely even bothered to notice before, her first thought now was always,
“What would Han think?”
And
when she knew he would be seeing him, well, she became something of a whirling
dervish. The excitement of the
anticipation was almost as good as the actual visit. Even her bathing habits changed.
While she was anything but unhygienic normally, when she knew she would
be seeing Han, it suddenly became very important to make sure the little nooks
and crannies like behind her ears and inside her navel (not to mention more
intimate places) were well scrubbed.
Quickly
coming to the realization that pacing was getting her nowhere, she flopped back
onto the sofa, her legs splayed out in front of her. The idea of masturbating flitted through her mind (she did it
occasionally to relieve stress), but quickly tossed the idea aside. Since she’d become intimate with Han,
pleasuring herself had never been the same.
Nothing could satisfy her the way he did.
After
sitting a few more fuming moments in silence trying to decide whether to scream
or cry, she finally decided to do neither and instead have something to
eat.
She
was just opening the refrigeration unit when the comm chimed. “Now what?” she muttered and went to flip it
on. Fully expecting it to be some aide
or lackey, she put on her best senatorial air and said “Yes?” before the image
cleared.
“Hey,
Your Worship,” Han’s fuzzy image replied.
“How’s everything?”
Leia
felt the smile spread across her face as her dour mood suddenly drifted off
into the stratosphere. “Fine. Everything’s just fine now.”
~Fini~