There’s A First Time for Everything

Han discovers a whole new meaning for “Mistress Leia”
in that ol’ Ewok hut on Endor

Note:  All characters/situations belong to Lucasfilm, Ltd.. 
I’m just writing this story for giggles and to turn some
fanfic cliches on their heads.  Please DO NOT post
anywhere else without my express permission.  Have
respect for your fellow fans.  Copyright Mary Jo
Fox, 1997 (Rated PG-14 for subject matter!)

“But oh what can you do when she’s dressed in
black”--Depeche Mode

	Han Solo swaggered into the hut the Ewoks 
loaned to him and Princess Leia for the night.  Leave
it to the clever little furballs to have a place in their
treetop village for such rendezvouses; it took a while
though for him--via Threepio of course--to talk down
the room rate with Chief Chirpa.  He’d begun to 
suspect that perhaps a long while back some wild
Corellian with rather deviant tastes had dropped by
the village long enough to sow his seeds.  Sheesh!
	But it was all behind him and he was gonna
settle in for some private celebrating with his main
squeeze.  He imagined Leia in the next room, all shy
and demure, blushing and sweet, snuggled underneath
a pile of furs, waiting for her man.  A smug lopsided
grin came to him.  He just *knew* Her Worship was
as pure as Hoth’s driven snows.  No, not that she ever
*told* him so, but hey, he was a Man and a Man 
can always tell these things.  *Get ready to conquer
a new planet, Solo,* he thought.  *But remember,
you gotta be gentle.  Take it slow so you don’t 
scare her or overwhelm her with you hunka burnin’
love.  There’ll be plenty of time to teach her all of
the ropes.*
	Han paused to reach for his flask of Corellian
Musk and slapped some on his face.  Assuming his
most masculine pose, he stepped into the bedchamber
and stopped dead in his tracks once he got through the
beaded curtain doorway.
	The woman he saw standing before him 
resembled Leia, but she was dressed in
a way he’d never imagined her, much less seen.  The
boots for one thing...they were thigh-high, made of
shiny black leather with five-inch heels, making Leia
seem that much taller and that much more imposing.
He’d never guessed that princesses wore fishnet
stockings, but apparently Leia had a pair stashed
away.  And to think that perhaps all of this time, the
martyr of Alderaan wore underneath her gowns and
uniforms tight corsets made out of the same shiny
black leather as her boots.  At her hip hung a pair of
binders.  The choker around her graceful neck was
spiked with metal studs, and wasn’t that a whip in her 
hand?
	She picked something up off of the bed of 
furs and tossed it to him.  “Here, wear this.”
	Han caught what appeared to be a thin leather
strap with a pair of silver chains.  He had no clue as to
exactly how one wore such an item.  It looked uncom-
fortable.
	“I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long,”
she said.  “I had this little ensemble saved for just the
right occasion.  Like it?”
	“Leia,” Han managed to stammer.  “I...I didn’t
know you were into this kind of thing.”
	She laughed.  “Oh, come on, Han!  You didn’t
think I was...”  She started to laugh even harder.
	“But you’re a princess, a senator, a Rebel
Leader...”
	“Get with the program, Nerfherder!”  She 
snaked the whip around Han’s waist.  “I’m also a
very liberated woman.  Now enough talking.”  As 
Leia started to pull Han closer to her, he could only
wonder just what he’d gotten himself into...and what
new lessons “Mistress Leia” was about to teach
*him.*