Fame and Fortune

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

The former Princess had done as her mother-in-law requested and used the cream, even though it was unpleasant and burned like a hot pepper sauce pressed against her most sensitive areas. This procedure took some time, and when Leia re-entered the bedroom she saw Isolder lying on his back, naked and uncovered. He was already aroused and waiting. But the Queen hadn't been lying about the 'rule' applying to both men and women about the private hair business.

Isolder glanced over at his bride. "Why are you still dressed? Take it off and get into bed."

Although Leia complied she couldn't stop herself from thinking, Han always loved to undress me. Then, immediately, I shouldn't be thinking about Han. Stop it. Without further fanfare her new husband rolled on top of Leia and immediately commenced entering her. "You're hurting me," Leia objected, biting her lip and writhing in pain. "Stop!"

Without pausing, Isolder replied, "I do not believe for one moment you are a virgin."

"I never claimed to be," Leia shot back, trying unsuccessfully to push him away. "I'm not... ready."

"You should have used lubricant," Isolder shot back hotly. "Quit complaining for once in your life."

Leia was flabbergasted. When had she ever complained to the Queen Mother or Isolder? She lay still, enduring the pain until he was finished, and did not say a word when he rose from the bed, got dressed and headed toward the door. He turned to look at her before exiting.

"When you require my services again, please inform my secretary and schedule an appointment," Isolder told his wife as he bowed his head in sudden deference to her position as his 'de facto' Queen. "I'm sure the faster you conceive, the faster we can both get on with our lives. And next time, remember to use the lubricant."

She remained in bed, shocked and still hurting. Again, she thought about Han. This encounter was so completely opposite from her times of intimacy with him that her mind reeled. Han had always taken his time with long, drawn-out foreplay, making sure she was ready both in mind and body to receive him. Sometimes he took so long she wanted to scream in frustration as well as in passion, just DO it already, Flyboy!

Instead of being with Han on her wedding night, she was alone and thought in grinding despair, I wish you'd been Force-strong, Han. I wish there was some way I could reach out to you...communicate with you... some way I could tell you how much I love you, how much I miss you. I wish I could tell you how sorry I am for what I did, for what I said to you. I love you, Han Solo. I will love you until my last breath.

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Coruscant

I love you, Han Solo...Han awoke with a start, the sensation of actually being with Leia so intense he thought, for a brief moment, she was actually lying next to him and had whispered those words of love into his ear. Then he remembered where he was, and who he had spent the night with - a woman whose name he still didn't know, while the woman he still loved was now happily married to the Prince of her dreams. Did she whisper his name while they lay entwined, promise him they'd always be together, like she'd done with him? The image of Leia with another man brought a harsh, stabbing pain to Solo's chest. Then the Corellian rolled over, noting the empty space in the bed next to him.

Han quickly jumped up and pulled on his shorts before inspecting the refresher, the only place in the hotel room the girl could be hiding. She wasn't there, and a sudden, horrifying thought occurred to him. Quickly he rushed to his pants and felt inside the pockets. The remaining credits from Doctor Nik and the prize credits from his foray into the singing competition were both gone.