Fame and the Force

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Corellia, nine weeks later

"Honey, I'm home," Han yelled out cheerfully as he tossed his satchel on the floor. It was mid-afternoon and he wasn't overly surprised when no one responded. Everyone was undoubtedly at the Academy, doing various Jedi things. He felt a twinge of guilt at that thought. Learning how to use his lightsaber was probably the very least he should allow Luke to teach him. After the honeymoon, he reminded himself firmly, aware that he was always finding something to push his training to a later date.

Sighing, he headed into his bedroom and retrieved his lightsaber from the small table next to their bed before carefully inspecting it. The lightsaber tingled warmly in the palm of his hand. "I'm glad someone is happy to see me," he commented, shaking his head in amusement. At least the crystal was safely stored inside the cylinder so it could no longer attach itself to his skin.

"I'm a very happy someone," a rich voice said from the doorway before adding, "Corran comm'd Luke to let us know you'd landed."

Han spun around, and felt his face break into what he knew was a dopey looking grin. He placed his lightsaber back on the nightstand. "Hi, Sweetheart."

He watched as Leia quickly crossed the soft carpeting and threw her arms around his waist. Solo returned the hug, and kissed the top of her head before moving his lips to her forehead then quickly claiming her mouth. Drawing back for a breath, he asked, "Where's everyone else?"

"They're all at the Academy, including Threepio," Leia whispered. "Mara said she'd watch Isabell while we got reacquainted, which were her exact words. As I was leaving, Luke looked annoyed and told me to keep my shields up. I think he knows what I intended to do to you as soon as I got inside the house."

"You wouldn't think Luke'd be such a prude, bein' married an' all," Han said as he continued to trail kisses down her neck.

"Maybe you'd feel the same as Luke does if Mara turned out to be your sister."

Han drew back, eyes wide. "What? Sola Naberrie didn't come up with that one, did she?"

The Princess laughed as she tugged his shirt free of his slacks and undid the clasp on the front of his belt before tugging down his pant's zipper. The insistent ache between her legs was making it hard to keep her focus on their conversation. "No, but considering what else she told us, that wouldn't be surprising." She took a step back and kicked off her ankle-high boots. It was taking all of her willpower to keep her hands from sliding down the front of his loose trousers and she knew that her desire would soon win that battle. "Get your boots off, Flyboy."

"I love it when you order me around," Han said in a low voice before sitting on the edge of the bed and yanking off his own boots. He tossed them aside before pulling his shirt over his head and flinging the garment down on the carpeting. Then he gave her a lopsided grin. "Come here, Princess, and let me undress you, real nice an' slow like."

She moved back to stand in directly in front of him, sighing in his embrace. Leia gave a sultry smile as his eager fingers fumbled with her shirt buttons. "Don't take too long, or I might have to start without you."

"We wouldn't want that now, would we?" Han murmured, kissing her bare shoulder before removing her bra and focusing his attention on her pale breasts, sucking at her rosy nipples.

"I hope you've been a very good boy since you've been on tour," Leia said as she gritted her teeth in delight, tangling her fingers through his dark hair. Goddess, how I love this man. Once again, she found herself briefly wondering what form of temporary insanity caused her to ever leave him for crazy Isolder, even though Luke insisted it was the Force manipulating events to keep Han alive. If that were the case, Leia had once asked her brother, why couldn't the Force have prevented Han from dying in the first place? As usual, Luke didn't have an answer. The Force could be mighty vague and annoying at times.