A few months back, Madyellowduck sent in the suggestion to cover some of the events from The Courtship of Princess Leiawith a Fett/Leia relationship. My initial reaction was more or less "Ha ha, that would be hilarious…" but the idea stuck with me. I dug out my old copy of COPL and started reading. Fingers crossed that this works!

"And now...we take a moment to recognize the newest members of the Republic Senate." As Mon Mothma read each name, the representatives stepped into their repulsor pods and began a slow orbit of the Senate chamber. After what seemed like an eternity she said, "Leia Organa...Mandalore system," and Leia stepped forward.

Two of her senatorial guard went with her. The young intern waiting to guide her to her pod was forced to scramble back, gaping at their sleek armor and Mandalorian helmets. Leia didn't need his help anyway. She stepped into the pod unassisted and the guards remained at the platform. Two more were on surveillance, prowling the shadows and watching for trouble.

The first time Leia entered this chamber as a Senator, she was sixteen-year old princess, a representative of Alderaan, known to everyone as Bail Organa's daughter. Now, nearly seven years later she was reborn into their ranks, the same woman but not the same at all. A rebel, the representative of a mercenary culture, the daughter of a Sith Lord. Her achievements and her burdens, worn openly, without shame or excuse.

It felt better than she could have possibly imagined.

When the repulsor pod completed its circle, she stepped off into her brother's waiting arms. There was a round of applause for all of the new Senate members. Leia smiled and nodded graciously and then tucked her arm through Luke's as they exited the chamber. "I'm so glad you could be here."

"I wouldn't have missed it." He took another look at her sweeping dark gown with deep red garnets that flashed at her sleeves and throat. Matching stones adorned the combs holding her elaborate hairstyle in place. "You look like a queen, claiming her throne." He glanced over at her guards with a shadow of concern in his eyes. "Should I be concerned that you're so heavily guarded in the Senate building?"

"It was Fenn's idea. For my protection, but also as a visual reminder of who I'm representing. Wearing armor is the first part of the Resol'nare, the six actions that define a Mandalorian. The second is speaking the language, which I'm learning. The third is the ability to defend myself and my kin, the fourth is to rally to the Mand'alor's call. The fifth is to teach these principles to my children," she gave her brother is a wry look, "admittedly not a pressing concern at the moment, but all of those things I can do and will do. Expect wear the armor. This soon...it would feel pretentious. So for now, I have my guards. Four good Mandalorians in good Mandalorian armor, all thoroughly vetted and highly recommended."

"I see. So what's next?"

"Mon Mothma is throwing me a reception after the closing. You're invited, but because I love you, I won't make you attend."

"This is your day," Luke acknowledged. "And if you want me to stay, I will. But I'd rather celebrate with you at your apartment later. Besides," he added with a bemused look around. "Chances are good you'll be completely mobbed by people sucking up to you."

"It is astonishing how many old colleagues suddenly want to have lunch and talk about old times," Leia observed dryly. "But that's politics. Believe it or not, I've missed it." She turned to address the guard on her right. "I believe I'll go inspect my new offices next."

"As you wish, Senator."

Luke leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Enjoy. I'll see you tonight."

The two guards on surveillance rejoined them, stepping silently into place as she made her way down the hall to the lift. They found her chambers easily enough. Two of the guards remained outside and two entered with her. There was a large outer chamber, designed for meetings and social gatherings. A slim Rodian female stood in the middle of the room. "Excuse me, Senator," she said with a polite bow. "I am Varka Asseryn, the head of interior design."

"Good afternoon. I'm Senator Organa."

"Yes. I know." The Rodian made a nervous gesture. "I must apologize for the unfinished state of your rooms."

"Unfinished?" Leia took a look around. The decor was simple, much more so than the rooms she had used while representing Alderaan, but she saw nothing wrong with it.

"One of my primary duties is to fashion each representative's chamber with the cultural flavor of their homeworld. To make them feel welcome, you see?" She bowed her head. "I had intended to imitate the chambers of the last Mandalorian Senate representative, Duchess Satine Kryze. But only very recently I learned that her memory is not honored among some of your people, and the pacifist faction is...extinct."

"That is true."

"So I had it all torn down. I have stitched hide bolster pillows on order, and a painting of the mythosaur beast your people hold sacred. You could have hovering displays of the traditional weapons here, and here." She gestured anxiously. "Mandalorians have big swords, do they not?"

The guards were too professional to laugh, although Leia was sure it was difficult accomplishment. "They're called beskad. But blasters are more commonly used these days." She was grateful the designer had not gone any further with her revised plans. There might be animal hides on the floor and clan sigils roughed in on the walls like cave paintings.

"I will procure anything you would like, Senator. Anything at all."

"This room will serve our purposes very well," Leia answered diplomatically. "In the long run, my people will care far more about what I do in these rooms than what they look like."

The Rodian stopped just short of wiping her brow. She bowed twice more and took her leave. Leia walked into the center of the room and slowly turned around. She turned her attention to her guards. "Well?"

"The room is clean, Senator. No bugs."

"Good. Let's see the inner office next. Adira, you can stay here. Try out the settee and make sure it's Mandalorian enough."

Adira removed her helmet and ran her fingers through her short blond hair, laughing. "I'm not sure I can sit properly without some stitched hide bolster pillows."

Leia followed the other guard into the inner office, the door closing automatically behind them. Dyrk Veet was one of Boba Fett's recommendations. He was from Concordia, a good pilot, alert to danger and quick on his feet. He was also exactly the same height and build as Fett. And currently he was waiting at Leia's apartment, his position filled for the day.

Leia walked slowly around the room, taking in the sleek black desk and the one-way windows that afforded her a good view of the Coruscant skyline. After a few minutes, Fett spoke. "This one's clean as well. You'll want to install your own sensors and surveillance to make sure it stays that way."

Leia laid her hands on the smooth surface of her new desk, watching him as he examined the comm panel. The bounty hunter was quite expert at being invisible, but she hadn't anticipated his talent for assuming the role of a faceless guard. His fiercely independent nature was usually so dominant, it was almost surreal to see him stand at attention and follow her commands with a deferential "yes, Senator." Surreal and sort of interesting.

But if there were ever a day for strange feelings, this was surely it. She turned around, leaning back against the desk and gazing out at Coruscant. "I didn't know it would feel like this."

"What would?"

"Being here again, in the same place, among the same people. After everything that's happened, the war, the Darth Vader scandal...it's almost like the calm after a battle. I feel…" she paused, taking a deep breath, "...alive."

"You won. Enjoy it."

But she hadn't won it alone. She wouldn't be here it weren't for Boba Fett, and she wanted him to share in her victory celebration. Fett would be staying overnight at her apartment, but Luke would more than likely stay late and sleep on her couch, and she couldn't bring herself to have sex with the bounty hunter while her Jedi brother was nearby. The thought that he might be able to sense what they were doing was too horrifying a scenario to even contemplate, let alone risk.

But then again...they were currently alone in a room that was temporarily camera free. Leia was shocked by her own train of thought, even as a shiver of excitement that ran down her spine. Today was a day for victories, for being strong and confident and in control of her destiny. Why shouldn't she celebrate?

She pulled herself up so that she was sitting on the edge of the desk. "Come here."

Fett lifted his head, waiting for her clarify.

"That's an order, Commander." Leia kicked off her shoes and let them fall to the floor. "Do I need to repeat myself?" He moved slowly to stand in front of her, his obedience making her mouth dry with anticipation. "Remove your helmet."

His eyes were sharp with curiosity as he laid his helmet on the desk. She pressed the toes of her stocking-clad foot against the side of his leg, sliding easily up and down over the smooth armored plate.

One might expect that a man wouldn't be able to sense such a light touch through his armor and suit, but Leia knew better. Even if he couldn't feel it, he was aware of it and that was all that mattered. His mouth curled just slightly upward as he moved forward, but she leaned back. "Did I say you could touch me?"

His eyes narrowed slightly. "No."

"No, what?"

"No, Senator."

She wrapped her other leg around him, rubbing her foot up and down his calf. "You will touch me," she promised. "But only when I give you permission."

He looked at her steadily for a moment, considering the game she was asking him to play. "As you wish, Senator," he said finally, his hands dropping back to his sides.

A giddy laugh of triumph bubbled up in her chest, making it hard to keep her stern exterior. "Remove your gloves," she said, and pulled his head down for a kiss, her nails pressing into the back of his neck. She pulled up her heavy skirts, baring her legs all the way up to where her silk stockings ended and guided his hands there while she sought out another kiss. His fingers tickled the insides of her thighs and she squirmed, biting back a moan of encouragement.

She was supposed to be the one in control here. She parted her legs boldly and arched a single eyebrow at him instead. "Well, Commander? Get to work."

His eyes darkened as he slid his fingers between her legs. She had on her fancy underwear today, which meant there was very little of it to get in the way. Leia closed her eyes and let her head fall back concentrating on the roughness of his breathing and her body's shameless response. Every touch fed the blaze inside of her, until she wanted to give in and beg. Desperately holding on to what little self-control she had left, she pushed his hand aside, fumbling with his belt for a second before she gave up. It was different than the one on his personal armor. "Take it off." Her fingers brushed over the hard metal codpiece.

His hands were quick, before long her fingers were wrapped around him, and her touch was neither gentle nor particularly subtle. His mouth crashed into hers, and for a moment the game was forgotten. When they separated his eyes held a heat that threatened to melt her on the spot. His voice was a low growl. "I'm going to fuck you now."

It was difficult to speak with so little air in her lungs, but she couldn't resist. "I don't recall giving you permission, Commander."

Fett's hands curved around her back as he lowered his face to hers. "I quit, Senator." He grasped her hips, dragged her off the edge of the desk, spun her around and bent her over the smooth surface before she could do more than gasp. Her underwear burned her hip as it tore, but any attempt at protest was swallowed as he entered her roughly from behind, the only sound she could manage was a breathless moan of surrender. The desk was tall enough that her toes could barely touch the floor, so she hung helpless on the edge, pinned to the sleek surface by his armored body.

She felt his hand on the back of her neck and then in her hair. She would have redo it later but at the moment she couldn't possibly care. "Harder," she panted. "More."

The commlink on her desk buzzed, jarring her out of her lustful haze. It was Mon Mothma's code. If the Chancellor was calling here, than she already knew Leia was here. "Boba, if I don't answer-"

"Get it." He stopped moving, a harsh edge in his voice. "No visual."

"Oh my gods." She sucked in a deep breath and hit the audio button. "Hello."

"I see you found your office. Excellent. Is the commlink in working order? I don't have visual on you."

"Oh? I must have hit the wrong button."

"Well, no matter. I'm calling to tell you that the reception has been pushed back an hour."

"Oh. That's fine." Fett shifted, the slight movement still thoroughly distracting. "I'll just...stay here."

"Actually, your presence has been requested for a very important meeting."

Leia swallowed a groan. "It has?"

"Indeed. What do you know about the Hapes Consortium?"

Fett made an impatient noise and braced his hands on the desk, leaning into her.

"Leia?" Mon Mothma spoke. "Are you still there?"

He moved again, just the slightest flex of his hips. "Yes," she nearly gasped. Godsdamn it, was he doing it on purpose now? Her blood was still running hot in her veins and there was a dark, wild part of her that wanted to come straight out and say "could you excuse me, please, Chancellor? I was just about come on my new desk." Instead she bit the inside of her cheek and replied as well as she could. "I know they're very wealthy and very powerful and they haven't yet joined the Republic."

"One of their representatives is here and wishes to speak to you. With you, personally."

"Why me?"

"I'm afraid I don't know." Mon Mothma paused. "It's crucial that we maintain good relations with them. Their support...could mean everything, Leia."

"I'll be right down," she promised and ended the call. "You bastard," she said over her shoulder, but the words had no real sting. "Let me up." He pulled out, and she rolled over awkwardly and sat up on the desk. Her underwear wasn't actually torn, but it was stretched beyond all use. "Seven hells," she remarked, shoving the remains away. "Was that really necessary?"

"This was your idea." He was still hard, but he made no plea on behalf of his own comfort. Leia often wondered what it take to make Boba Fett ask for anything. His control was so finely tuned, his defenses so complete, to see him give in, even once, would be quite an accomplishment. She reached up and touched his face with both hands before sliding her fingers down between the high collar of his suit and his throat. "We have to make this fast," she said softly and then yanked hard on the collar, pulling his face down to hers.

He gave her bruising, possessive kiss and grabbed her legs, dragging her to the edge of the desk. Within seconds he was inside of her again and his pace was merciless. Leia leaned back against the desk and put her hand down between them, driving herself to a rough, urgent climax. Her back arched, her shoulders pressing painfully into the desk's hard surface. Fett drove into her twice more and came as well.

For a brief, luxurious moment she was limp with pleasure, her breathing hard and deep, falling and rising in tempo with his. "Back to work," he rasped, straightening and offering her hand up.

Leia sighed. "Yes. Let me fix my hair."

By the time they emerged from the inner office, not a hair was out of place, but she still had to fight the flush in her cheeks when Adira stood and asked, "All finished, then?"

"Room's clean," Fett responded in a bored tone.

"Right. Where to next?"

"I have a meeting." Leia realized she hadn't even asked where the representative was waiting. "...I'll call the Chancellor's assistant on the way and find out which room."