The Falcon was fixed, and now wavered unstably in the asteroid. Chewie and Threepio were fixing several of the remaining glicks while Han pressed button after button, getting the Falcon ready for her journey out of the asteroid field. Leia stood at the far wall, reconnecting a fallen panel. Han had said nothing to her since the incident hours before. Leia hadn't spoken either. Now they stood in silence, lost in their own thoughts, as the ship rocked back and forth with the movement of the asteroid.

Han stood and moved to the back wall just as a sharp swaying from the asteroid tilted the ship downwards and Leia lost her footing. She slid down as the ship tilted, but Han reacted quickly and caught her before she fell. Her small body hung in his arms as he held her up. She gripped his arms, willing him not to let go. He held her a second longer before she removed her hands from his arms.

"Let go," she said.

Han did not want to release her yet lest the ship, turn again. "Shh…" He said, listening for further groans from the Falcon.

"Let go, please," Leia pleaded with Han.

"Alright, princess, don't get excited," Han hoisted Leia up and set her back down.

"Captain, being held by you isn't quite enough to get me excited," Leia said, Han's hands still on her hips.

"Sorry, sweetheart," Han smiled and let go of Leia. "We haven't got time for anything else."

Leia frowned, partly at Han and partly in disappointment. Han started out of the room, but stopped at the door and turned.

"Then again," He started. "From what I've seen, it doesn't take you very long."

He smiled his smile and Leia felt herself tingle, but didn't forget to frown once more at him. Han advanced towards her. "Am I right, Princess?"

Leia shook her head. "You don't know anything," she said, staring up at Han. He smiled and reached up to her head, twirling a lock of stray hair between his fingers. Leia had backed herself into a wall, and felt the hard metal push against her shoulders.

"If anyone is crazy for anyone, it's you for me," Leia argued.

Han shrugged. "Maybe, but maybe not."

Leia glared. "If you are, then what are you waiting for? Why do you play games?"

"I wouldn't kiss a princess without permission," Han smiled. "That could cost me my life."

Leia rolled her eyes. "You're so difficult. Why don't you just do it?"

"Do what?" Han asked. "Kiss you?"

Leia didn't want to seem desperate, but she was. "You're crazy for me, and you're too much of a coward to kiss a princess."

Han straightened. "Oh? Listen, your Worship, I told you… I don't kiss princesses without permission."

The corners of Leia's mouth threatened a smile, but it was subtle. "I believe I just gave you permission when I told you to just do it."

Han's eyebrow crinkled. "Hey, you're right. But I won't. It would give you too much pleasure, and we have to be off."

With this, Han turned and started to leave again. However, Leia moved quickly and stood in front of him, her head reaching towards his. As if he anticipated her move, he met with her lips and they kissed feverishly. Leia pulled back first and frowned. Han's reaction was quite different, and ridiculous smile spread across his face. Leia backed herself against the wall again as he moved to kiss her again. His lips touched hers and she closed her eyes. Han moved his head from side to side, as if trying to play out a dramatic kiss he had once seen between two passionate lovers.

He pulled back and smiled again, then, in a light voice he said, "You know I have always dreamed of kissing a princess."

Leia allowed her smile to show, but it was covered a moment later by Han's. Her hands pulled his head in further and her mouth opened slowly to allow his tongue to enter. She slid hers over his and they kissed deeply. Leia's cheeks burned, among other areas, and her hands felt as if they were on fire. Han's hands moved across her hips and around her back, then slid down to her buttocks.

Damn this suit, thought Leia. She wanted insulation from the cold, but not Han's hands. Slowly, she unzipped her suit, revealing her bare chest and stomach to an anxious Han. Han's eyes grew wide, though he had seen this sight before. Being invited to see the sight was more exciting.

Han suddenly couldn't touch her. She seemed too much a prize, and he froze in front of her. Leia, however, took his hands and gently moved them to her chest. Han moved his lips to her neck, and traced a small line up to her ear. She heard his soft breathing as he kissed her ear and moved back to her lips. Their tongues once again interlocked, and Leia felt her knees sway. Han placed his hands back on Leia's chest and felt her shiver. She backed from him and looked into his eyes. Her sweet face made Han smile, and he took her in his arms and simply hugged her. Leia felt comforted in his arms, and allowed him to lead her over to the console. He gently lowered her to the chair and stroked her cheek. Leia closed her eyes as his fingers trailed down her chest and to her stomach. He then slid her suit off her shoulders. She helped by pulling it off her legs. Han then wrapped his hands around her waist and slid his hands under her panties. He felt her firm buttocks in his palms as she pushed up out of the chair under his touch.

Han was kneeling in front of Leia as she allowed him to pull her panties off. Completely exposed, she felt fear along with excitement. Her innermost parts were now before Han's eyes, and she could tell by his expression that he was intoxicated. Han gazed at Leia's nakedness, trying to focus his eyes away from her, but unable. Slowly, he moved his head between her legs. Leia's legs spread and she slid her hands around his head, pulling him into her. Han felt her warmth and taste on his tongue. He shivered, and Leia moaned.

After a while, she was arching her hips and sighing, Han did his job well. She felt tingling flow from her stomach down her legs, and pulled away from Han before she went too far. Han looked confusedly to her. Had he done something wrong? Leia smiled and kissed him, easing herself onto his lap as he leaned back against the console. He helped her up and felt her unbuttoning his pants. His hardness was thankful to be released, and even happier when Leia took it in her warm hand. Han felt his cheeks blush. Leia then stood and turned, her back to him. She smiled again and then eased herself on top of him. He grunted lightly as he felt himself inside her. Though he knew he had always secretly wanted this, he had never imagined he would be this close, nor had he given his fantasies any real thought. Leia moved herself up and down slowly, Han trying not to make too much noise as his pleasure ripped through him. He braced himself upon the console as Leia worked herself on him. She leaned back into him and grew stiff as she came, panting and moaning lightly. Han felt her muscles convulse, and his own pleasure climaxed and he groaned, gently holding Leia.

Neither moved for a while, panting and taking in what had happened between them. Leia moved first, standing and hurriedly pulling up her suit.

"Hey what's the rush, Princess?" Han asked slowly.

Leia turned and frowned. "Han, we've got to get moving. The ship is fixed right? We have to get to the rendezvous point."

"But what about... we just..." Han sputtered. Leia said nothing, and just as he would expect from her, frowned.

"Let's go Solo," she said simply, exiting the console, but not before cracking a hint of a smile in his general direction.