NEWS IN THE BATH
                                          A Romantic Star Wars Short Story

         By  TSgt. Dane (The Wookiee) Donnelly USAF (Ret.)

   “What a tiring day!” groaned Princess Leia Organa-Solo as she walked wearily into the luxurious apartment she and her husband, General Han Solo shared. She disliked the heavy flowing gown-like garment and the high-heeled shoes that she was expected to wear to government functions. She dropped her voluminous portfolio of data pads on an end table. She sat in her favorite reclining chair with a sigh.
   “Hiya, Sweetheart!” came the booming masculine voice she loved so much. Her lean, handsome husband came bounding into the room with his usual over-abundance of energy. Seeing the tired, drawn expression on Leia’s face, his smile disappeared and his brow wrinkled with concern. He stopped in his tracks.
   “What’s wrong, Honey?” he said. “Are you feeling bad again?”
   “No, Darling,” Leia replied, with a weary smile. “I’m just beat! This damned gown is hot, I’m sweating like I’m in a sauna, I’m hungry, my back aches, my butt hurts, and my feet are killing me in these stupid shoes!”
   “Well,” said Han with his lazy, lopsided grin. “I think I can fix all that without too much fuss!”
   He knelt in front of his wife, removed her silver pumps, slid his hands up her skirts and peeled down her “thigh-high” stockings. He then began gently, yet firmly massaging her tired legs and aching little feet. Leia’s smile widened as his hands worked their magic.
   “Ummm!” she purred, and gave another sigh, this time of contentment. “Where did you learn to give such a therapeutic foot rub?”
   “You may not believe it, but Malla once showed me when Chewie and I were on Kashyyk,” he replied. “My boots and socks got wet. We had been walking a long distance and, by the time we got back, my dogs were really barkin’!  Malla took off my boots, trashed my socks, and gave me a foot-rub that was great! She soaked my feet in hot water first, then rubbed them with salt, if you can believe it. After that, she soaked ‘em in some sort of liquid she mixed up out of the local roots and such. It worked wonders!”
    Han was referring to Mallatobuck, the kind-hearted, gentle-natured wife of his Wookiee co-pilot Chewbacca. Leia smiled as she pictured him getting a foot rub from a female Wookiee.
   “Isn’t it amazing what you can learn from other sentient races?” she said. The pain and discomfort were fast receding. “Hey, nerf-herder, I think you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”
   “You have such cute little feet, baby, and such gorgeous legs! I just love to rub them,” Han chuckled. “Now, let’s see what ol’ Doc Solo can do about that sore little tush!” He slid his hands up her skirts again, slowly, savoring the feel of his wife’s smooth, soft legs. When he reached her lacy panties, he made to slip his hands inside them.
   “You’re gonna have a tough time rubbing my butt while I’m sitting on it,” Leia chuckled. “We’ve got a few hours before Luke and Chewie come over for dinner. What about a hot bubble-bath?”
   Han’s hands slipped down her legs and he stood up, grinning broadly.
   “What a great idea!” he laughed as he helped Leia to her feet and they walked to their bedroom, kissing every few steps. They undressed each other, Han teasingly removing Leia’s underwear as slowly as he could. He knew that drove her wild. Soon, they stood naked by the huge tub, running hot water into it. Leia sprinkled bubble-bath crystals in, and thick white foam, scented with a pleasant floral smell began to materialize.
   “You get in first, my love,” she said. “I’ve just got to brush my teeth. All that talking today makes my mouth feel like Chewie’s pelt!”
   As Han began to climb in, Leia couldn’t resist patting and squeezing his muscular buttocks. She giggled at his surprised expression, knowing it was put-on for her benefit.
   “What’s that in aid of?” he asked innocently.
   “Did anybody ever tell you that you’ve got a really cute ass?”
   “Luke did once, but you know your brother. He’s just a tease!” He sank comfortably into the water. “Ahhh! Now this is what I call Inner Peace!”
   Leia wound up her long chestnut hair on top of her head, and began brushing her teeth. She secretly smiled to herself, and began to saucily wiggle her taut little behind in rhythm with her toothbrush. She surreptitiously glanced at her husband’s reflection in the mirror and stifled a laugh. Han’s eyes were as wide as that of a hungry child in a candy store. When she finished, she slipped into the tub and lay back against Han’s chest, resting her head on his shoulder. Han cradled Leia in his arms and slowly began running his soapy hands over her breasts. Leia smiled. She loved the feel of his hands as they gently cupped and caressed her firm curves. He rimmed her nipples with his fingers and felt them harden and become erect. He then slid his hands ever-so-slowly down her belly. Knowing that her navel was ticklish, he teased the tiny pit, delighting in the dirty, impish giggle that she reserved for when they were alone. Leia covered Han’s hands with her own and guided them into the thick curly hair between her thighs. His fingers slipped lightly into and began gently exploring the folds and delicate petals of her womanhood. She stiffened, gasped, and then relaxed with a shuddering sigh as he found the swollen little bud that was the center of her sexuality. Slowly, with an easy, light touch, Han rubbed her with his thumb while his first and middle fingers slipped into her warm openness. She gave a soft, husky “Ummmm” as she thrust her hips upward to let his fingers in all the way.
   Leia could feel Han becoming aroused and hard against the sensitive surface of her bottom. She began to move her hips in time to his touch. She almost let herself be caressed into an orgasm, but the important thought that was in the forefront of her mind needed to be expressed right away. Carefully removing his hands, she rolled over and touched the tip of her nose to his with the beautiful, yet teasing smile that he adored.. She kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth to taste and play with his. Raising up to a position for conversation, Leia placed her hands on her husband’s shoulders.
   “What gives?” said Han. “I thought you liked me touching you down there.”
   “Oh, I do!” said Leia. “You know I do! But, there’s something I’ve got to tell you that’s too important to wait.”
   “What could possibly be more important than making love?”
   “Well, I don’t think you know that I went to the Medical Center today.”
   “Of course I do! You were pukin’ your insides up yesterday and then again this morning!” Han looked exasperated. He thought Leia was toying with him. She often did that, just to get him more aroused, as if he needed to be. “What kinda bug did you catch this time?”
   “Well, you might say ‘bugs’ and you gave them to me,” she giggled again, thrusting her hips against him suggestively.
   “Huh? What are you talking about? I haven’t been sick, you have!”
   “Oh, Gods of the Force, the man is dense!  I’m  pregnant, my wonderful, stupid, darling scoundrel!”
   The news hit Han with such force that his butt lost traction against the floor of the tub and his head went under the sudsy water. He popped to the surface spitting, coughing, gasping and wiping suds from his face. His eyes seemed about to pop out of his head.
   “Puh-huh! Puh-huh! Puh-huh! Puh-huh!” was all he could get out from a mouth that suddenly had lost the ability to articulate. Leia burst into a happy peal of musical laughter.
   “The word is ‘pregnant’, my stunned hubby! Read my lips and repeat after me: ‘preg-nan-tah!’”
   “Pregnant?” Han looked lost. His hands slipped between them and pressed against Leia’s stomach. “Pregnant? As in…a baby in your belly?”
   “Give my man a cigar!” Leia exclaimed. “By George, he’s got it! But, it’s plural, sweetie: as in, babies in my belly! We’re gonna have twins!” She began to bounce up and down on her thunderstruck husband, causing small waves of water to slop over the sides of the tub. She began a singsong chant. “I’m pregnant! I’m pregnant! You’re gonna be a Daddy! I’m gonna be a Mommy! Luke and Chewie are gonna be Uncles! Malla and Winter are gonna be Aunties!”
   Han was absolutely convinced that that his tiny wife had utterly lost her mind. He was, admittedly, somewhat slow on the uptake on this occasion. Then, the full reality hit him like a laser blast. He let out a triumphant shout and began cheering and acting just as silly as Leia.
   When they finally calmed down, Leia leaned forward, rubbed noses with Han, and kissed him again. She had that look in her eyes and began to slowly and firmly grind her hips against his, causing him to penetrate her slightly. As his hands cupped her muscular little rump, she raised herself up and offered him her breasts. He began to kiss, suckle, and gently lick her nipples until she felt as though the tingling pleasure would cause her to melt.
   “Hey, Starship-Stud!” she said with a soft purr. “Let’s rinse off and get dry. Then you can carry me to bed and get me all wet again!”
   “Your wish is my command, my liege! Lead on, oh, love of my life and soon-to-be-mother of my children!”
   “Our children!” Leia corrected with a laugh.
    Their lovemaking was so intense that they almost forgot that they were having guests for dinner. When Leia reached her orgasmic peak, Han had to gently cover her mouth to stifle a long-drawn-out cry of pure ecstasy, even as he exploded inside her. Her cry turned into a whimpering little sound as she lay on his chest, completely spent and satisfied. They dozed off, Leia cuddled in her husband’s brawny arms, feeling safe and content. When the chrono chimed, they leaped from bed, quickly dressed, and ran for the dining area.  Leia set and decorated the table with candles, silverware, flowers and dishes that befit a special occasion. Han cooked a meal that would be the envy of some of the finest chefs. He added special spices to the huge portions of rare meat that he knew Chewbacca liked. Leia uncorked a rare vintage wine she had been saving for this day.
   When they made their happy announcement, Luke cheered, kissed his sister’s cheeks with enough force to make her ears buzz, and enveloped his brother-in-law in a bearhug. Chewie cavorted and roared, slapping Han on the back. He then picked up Leia and swung her around like a rag doll. He suddenly put her down on her feet and sheepishly apologized for being so physical with her since she was in such a “delicate” condition. Leia, who spoke and understood a passable amount of Wookiee, laughed and affectionately ruffled Chewie’s furry head.
   “Oh, Chewie, you big mushball!” she teased. “Don’t worry, a pregnant woman isn’t an invalid!”
   Within less than an hour, all Coruscant was rejoicing at the Solo’s joyous news.

                                                   THE   END