Title: Etchings on a Datapad

Author: R.Solo56

Category: Romance

Rating: PG

Date: 6/17/00

Summary: Han and Leia get bored during a meeting and start daydreaming about a second honeymoon.

Leia Organa-Solo sighed wearily and glanced at her watch chrono. She’d been sitting at the meeting for three hours and the Vicory was still nowhere near agreeing on anything. She looked across the large table at her husband, General Han Solo and watched him stifle a yawn with his fist. When their eyes met, Leia knew he was just as irritated as she was. Leaning back slightly, Leia momentarily closed her weary eyes.

~ The sun was shining, the sand was soft, and the clear ocean was comfortably cool. Leia floated on the water with Han looking on, a silly grin lighting his face. He admired his wife silently, her red two piece bathing suit making her hips and bust appear fuller than their usual slightly smaller than normal sizes. Leia gazed at Han and giggled, knowing what he was thinking. But, she was going to have some fun with him before admitting it.

Leia suddenly turned over and dived beneath the surface of the water. She knew that Han was following her, and she speeded up her pace. They swam beneath the surface until she had to come up for air. He took advantage of her pause and grabbed her fast against the wall of his chest as she prepared to dive again. “Now, where do you think you’re going, beautiful?” he breathed against her ear, kissing it. He chuckled, feeling her struggling cease as she began to melt in his arms.

Leia smiled and responded in spite of her trembling, “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” Han inquired, laughing, kissing her neck. “You’re not dirty.” He leered at her mockingly. “You’re delicious.” He emphasized the point by kissing her neck again, his mouth hot and open, a mock moan escaping him.

“You’re making me tremble,” she said in a shaky voice, her arms locking around the back of his neck, her forehead falling softly against his in sweet surrender. “I like that in a scoundrel.”

Han chuckled softly. “What happened to liking nice men?”

“Oh, that was just a lame excuse,” she whispered, feeling one of his hands cup her breast, kneading it tenderly, and she sighed softly in pleasure.

Han grinned. “I know,” he whispered. And then his lips were on hers, hot, firm and demanding. She yielded to the entrance of his tongue, taking and giving at the same time, her world narrowing to the movements of his mouth, his hand on her breast, his erection pressed deliciously against the juncture between her thighs….~

“Senator? Senator, is there a problem?”

Snapping out of her daydream, Leia looked up. Her face turned red as she recognized each and every pair of eyes that seemed to bore into her skull. Setting her gaze on her husband, she noticed his smug grin, and felt her face growing even hotter. Looking down at her data pad, she mumbled, “No, sir, I’m sorry. Where were we?”

Han’s egotistical grin was interrupted by another yawn; that general did not know how to shut up. He decided that if the general and C-3PO were put in a room together, he could fly to Tattooine and back five times over before their conversation ended. With a marginal shake of his head, he leaned back and started counting the tiles on the ceiling. 1, 2, 3…76, 77, 78….

~ “Cold?” Han inquired as he felt his wife shiver beside him. “Or do I just turn you on?” He grinned. They sat curled up on a comfy couch in front of a burning fireplace, snow falling outside. He hadn’t always been such a softie, but since Leia had come into his life, he found that slow and romantic had many good qualities.

Pink bloomed on her cheeks. “No, no, definitely the cold,” she answered in a defiant whisper.

Han chuckled; he loved it when she played hard-to-get. “Really? Maybe I should warm you up a little, hmm?” His arm, which had been around her shoulders, switched angles so his hand was now millimeters away from holding her breast. He could hear her breath catch in anticipation.

“I should have known it was a lose, lose situation,” she breathed, seconds before he cupped her in his hand. “You always win,” she gasped, arching ever so slightly against him.

“And you always love it, sweetheart,” he answered in a murmur, moving ever closer to her, his other hand finding its way between her thighs.

He continued his expert ministrations, until her moans of pleasure were intertwined with desperate whimpers, begging for mercy. Still grinning, but feeling himself also on the brink of insanity, he took her urgently but tenderly, their love for each other shining around them, protecting them like a shield….~

”Wake up sleepy head; it’s over.”

Leia’s voice echoed through Han’s mind as he opened his eyes, instantly realizing that they were the only two left in the room. Leia was smiling fondly at him as she said, “I wish I could fall asleep in the middle of a meeting and not be noticed.”

Remembering what he had been thinking about, he grinned. “Oh, I wasn’t sleeping; I was thinking.”

“About?” she inquired as they walked out of the room hand in hand.

“You,” he replied matter-of-factly, entering the elevator with her.

Leia raised an eyebrow. “What about me?”

“About how I’d rather have been making love to you in some romantic spot, than listen to General Motor-Mouth,” he answered quietly.

Leia’s mouth dropped open for a second before she could stop herself. Her face red, she replied simply, “Nerf-herder.”

They stepped out of the elevator. “You’re one to talk,” he said with a low chuckle. I know what you were thinking in there.” Han sang, curling an arm around her waist as they reached their quarters. “It was written all over your face.”

Leia gasped, her face turning even redder. “It was not!” she argued. “Was it?” she inquired more softly. Han just grinned. “Han, tell me!”

“Okay, okay, it wasn’t,” he said. “I just knew.” He leaned closer to her, kissed her ear. “Was I right?” he whispered. Leia gasped and he kissed her there again. Han chuckled softly. “Lemme help make your dreams come true, sweetheart,” he beckoned in a soft rumble, opening the door to their suite and leading her inside.

Leia suddenly frowned. “As good as that sounds, I don’t think that’s possible. Her head dropped wearily against his shoulder. “At least, not what I was thinking about in the meeting.”

“Hey,” he murmured, tipping her face up to his with a crooked forefinger. “What kind of attitude is that, hmm?”

“A realistic one,” she answered with a sigh.

“Well,” Han said, “ why don’t you tell me what exactly you were dreaming about in there, and I’ll see what I can do.” He kissed her softly.

Leia smiled softly, remembering. “We were on the beach, the sun was warm, the sand was soft, and the water was perfect. We were in the water and I swam away from you. Eventually you caught up and started kissing me….”

Han groaned. “That’s as far as you got? I gotta teach you how to fantasize, Your Holiness.”

Leia smiled wryly. “You must be an expert in that field.”

He grinned at her. “As a matter of fact, I am.” He paused for a moment, kissed her again. “We can improvise, you know,” he drawled when he pulled back.

“Improvise how?” Leia inquired with a raised eyebrow.

Han leered mockingly at her. “Stick around, sweetheart, and I’ll show ya.”

And boy did he.