Mine

Leia

By Dark Poltergeist

AN: So I had to repost this; Han wanted a chapter too!

Mine.

I have always been aware of you.

Your presence exudes life with every breath you take.

Passionate, vital, an essence of masculinity drips off of you and cannot be denied. It sweeps me along with the core of everything that is you.

Reckless, arrogant, cocksure, impulsive, smug; always so damn smug.

But also brave, loyal, trustworthy, compassionate and caring to a fault; your heart is as open and generous as the galaxy is large.

How can I possibly fall in love with you?

How can I not?

Even when I don't want you around you are my anchor, my rock, my steadfast companion guiding me through obstacles I didn't even know were in my way.

And in the end there is no one I'd rather give my life to, no one I would trust as implicitly as you.

You open my heart and make me want to live again, make me yearn to love again, and I find happiness with you.

In your eyes I see the strength, concern, passion and love that is reflected back to me and I wonder what I have done right to have found you through this insanity that is war.

My resistance is futile, it always was.

At last I recognize that it is you that I have been missing all these years.

That you are the part of my soul that makes me whole, the part of my soul that completes me.

Acceptance has taken too long; why did I fight you?

My fingers dance of their own accord across the skin of your chest as you lie sleeping. To touch you is an unexpected pleasure that you allowed me to experience and understand. To touch you is something you could never take away from me now, the sensation of touch, my skin against yours, fuels my fantasies and desires and leaves me longing for you even though I am touching you. Touch allows me to convey my feelings of love when my voice cannot speak the words.

"Sweetheart, is there something I can do for you?" you grumble in a sleep laden voice.

Your eyelids open and I stare into pools of dark, sleepy green; and waking sparks of gold which regard me with amusement and love; always love.

"Do you want to snuggle or are we playing?" You grin at me, with your patented lopsided grin and I feel my heart flutter, despite the fact I have seen it countless times before.

"I just want to touch you," I whisper, and with a tolerant smirk on your face, you settle back against the pillow, closing your eyes. "Touch away," you whisper in the sensual, low voice reserved just for me.

Again, my hands travel down your chest to your abdomen, without my telling them to do so. Sometimes it seems I have little control over what they do when I am in your proximity. In a moment I push the sheets away from you as my hands travel even lower. I love seeing what I do to you.

You sigh in contentment as I reach your inner thighs and begin to tickle you, enjoying the feel of your velvety tip and solid thickness as you rise towards my hand.

Now I sigh in contentment as you open your eyes to stare at me, and I see you fully awake, eyes fill with love and desire and I know that I am the cause of it. "I love you," I whisper.

You laugh and I can't help but grin, the sound is so full of life, and vitality, just like its owner. I wouldn't trade you for the galaxy, no matter how much trouble you are sometimes.

"Leia, I love you too," and for just a few moments I see the seriousness in your eyes, the depth of feeling that comes from your soul as you whisper this to me. Then the moment is gone and your expression grows mischievous, as you gesture at your little general. "Now look what you've done!"

"I did that?" I grin at my handsome scoundrel.

"You've woken me up. Snuggling is not an option."

"What could you possibly have in mind?" I ask, feigning innocence as my hands once again gently caress and stroke your growing appendage as I feel you stiffen even more within my grasp.

"You know what I have in mind," you growl and flip me over so that I lie sprawled beneath you.

I grin against your chest and open to you with all that is me, my heart, my soul and my body. I belong to you just as you belong to me. The good hearted pirate, former smuggler extraordinaire, much to my delight, begins to ravish me.

I have never been this happy.

Mine. You are all mine.