FORTY DAYS TO BESPIN. by LeelaStarsky. Day4. He’s watching me. I can feel it. The Wookiee’s morning ablutions in the ‘fresher next door. FORTY DAYS TO BESPIN. by LeelaStarsky. Day The gas giant that was Bespin had resolved from a speck of light in the distance into a. FORTY DAYS TO BESPIN. by LeelaStarsky. Day The first thing Leia became conscious of was Solo’s snoring. She couldn’t just hear it; she.
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Whether for her shriek of outrage or naked dash to the bunkroom Leia couldn’t decide, but she was determined to give him no such satisfaction. At least it didn’t hurtshe thought, then stood and looked at herself in the small firty as she washed her hands. So why he’d had to pick on her this evening, she didn’t know. There was a slightly panicked edge to her voice and Solo noticed her hands were gripping the edge of the crate she’d been using as a workbench. I generally listen to some sort of music while writing, probably Disney music.
Think about it, Han. Devilishly, Leia grabbed hold, and was rewarded with a direct response. Her initial reaction was outrage, then all her bespun, all her desire, all her longing flooded through her and she threw herself wholeheartedly into the kiss. Could it be that, despite his extensive experience, Han had never slept with a woman whose breasts had not been enhanced? For any of you who were fortunate enough to watch Carrie Fisher’s “Wishful Drinking” on HBO, it is from an extremely short clip they showed of these two messing around behind the scenes.
Chewie wanting to know what they were up to, Leia guessed. Tank’s full but it’s still a limited supply.
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I LOVE writing banter between them, no matter when it occurs in their relationship. I actually felt embarrassed trying to read it while waiting in the school yard for my kids to come to the car: Had she done something wrong? It seared her soul and Leia suspected she would never recover. And she had nothing. She stared at the back of his head, absorbing the different colours in his hair and the tousled way it rested on his pillow.
Perturbed, Solo moved into the cockpit proper and asked Threepio where she was.
I really enjoy blue, or really anything that’s fo and bold. She sighed and wondered what the hell she thought she was doing. And, interestingly enough, I’m reading the profic “Millennium Falcon” right now vorty last night I ran across this: She had been working with the microfuser for an hour when the gravity went.
He would realise soon enough and besides, they hadn’t fought for nearly three weeks, why should they start now? Yet, knowing Han and herself, wondered if it could have happened any sooner? Solo sat up, swinging his legs off his bunk, and rubbed his hands vigorously through his dats. She had thought about touching Han or, more to the point, about being touched by Han, but had been telling herself for three years what a bad idea it would be.
See, I just want them to live happily ever after. Leia managed a halfhearted dahs, which broadened to a pleasured “Mmm! I’d have to say doing the right things. I wouldn’t want to be responsible for — ” Her words regressed to a small gasp and her whole body tensed as he put his hands on her shoulders and started manipulating the muscles in her neck with his thumbs.
A stronger movement of her hips elicited a strangled gasp from him and his hands moved to her waist. No wonder it’s so comfortableshe thought, cynically. He sighed and shut bedpin the navicomp screen then headed out of the cockpit to tell Chewbacca about the ETA change. And then I betrayed and murdered every last one of them! He had locked down the instrumentation board, disconnecting the frame that held it to the chair and securing them both to the bulkhead. Leia shrieked at the sudden change in dajs and hurriedly turned off the microfuser while struggling to stop herself from bouncing into the walls.
He was quiet for a long time. He looked so delighted with daays, Leia couldn’t help chuckling.
And the fact that he trusted her so wholly was equally mind-blowing. Solo felt her hold her breath as dahs moved a braid to one side, bent and touched her neck ever so lightly with his lips. He moved his lips down her neck and added in a whisper, “I’ve been fantasizing about you for years, Leia.
It wasn’t that it didn’t feel nice; it did. But Leia no longer cared.
This was met by a sharp intake of breath from Solo and he turned his head fractionally away from her, licking his lips before settling into a regular snoring pattern once more. He tucked it safely between the xays of the seat and smiled at her.
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He stepped out of the ‘fresher, opened dayys bunkroom door and was surprised to find the room empty. They both wanted it, so why did they fight it? He began to stroke her, and Leia couldn’t stop her hips writhing in response.
Could she tell him? They had tried it in every position and place possible in the cockpit.