Force & Resistance: a Han & Leia love story

1. Clouds, Trees, Stars

Author's Note: Mature content. Sex, Pregnancy, Polyamory, Swear Words, and Innuendo.

This will be an imagining of Han and Leia's courtship after Return of the Jedi.

Billy Dee Williams said Han and Lando were lovers, which is now canon to my little bisexual heart, so in homage to Hando, this story begins in Lando's bed...

They orbit, turning away from the gas giant. Darkness falls and the lights of Cloud City glint and twinkle below, a rainbow of artificial stars scattered across the dark beyond Lando's chambers. The immense round room's walls are glass, a spectacular view from this elevation. One side, cloudy nightfall, the other side, the sparkling city. As Baron Administrator, General Calrissian has the highest and most luxurious quarters on world.

"Han, baby, you know I love having you," Lando says, eyes half lidded, running a long brown finger down Han's suntanned arm thoughtfully, deliberately, "I love having you, but...what...are...you doing here?"

They are draped across Lando's big moon of a bed, drinking fine imported spirits, lavender satin sheets tangled and kicked away to the floor. Lando clearly does a lot of entertaining abed, there's a bar built conveniently into the headboard they're leaning against.

Han looks at him, smirks, "What? Can't a guy come to town to do business with an old friend? Just 'cause you've gone legit-"

"This is the fourth time this month that you've stopped by to... unload some cargo," Lando levels a look at him and swirls the ice in his glass, "I adore your company, but I'm not a one man kind of guy, Han. I'm not even a one species kind of guy."

"Don't you think I know that, General? Afraid I'm getting too attached?" Han tosses back the last of his drink, a little drunk now and starting to feel unwanted. Time to go.

"I want you to come see me when you miss me," Lando drawls, emphasis on the 'me', his all time favorite word, "not when you're lonely, baby. Not when your mind's on someone else."

Han sits up as though to leave but finds he's trapped in the middle of the big extravagant bed. He doesn't want to disturb the lovely courtesan asleep on the other side of him. Cute Twi'lek gal. She was fun, a little older than them, knew some great tricks, and probably needs her nap. But to exit the bed out the other side, either Lando has to move or Han has to climb out over him. Lando lounges back, looking climbable perhaps, but also looking unwilling to scoot and give Han an easy out. Of all things, he seems to want to talk tonight. Han rolls his eyes and growls. Lando tops off his drink instead of moving and gives him a long, considering look. The fresh drink and Lando's hand on Han's thigh are both very persuasive. Han resettles for the moment, but is still inwardly poised to bolt.

The pale green liquor burns and freezes at the same time going down, leaving a frosty herbal aftertaste. Fancy. Tastes like it was brewed from something that actually grew on a planet with sunshine and fresh air. Han considers swiping the rest of the bottle when he goes.

"My dear Solo, I do believe you are afraid to go home," Lando's silken voice comforts Han's ruffled feathers a bit, even while the words challenge him.

"The Falcon's my home now," Han tries to sound cool but it comes out a bit more broken hearted than intended. No one can pull off nonchalant like Lando, he's in the Master of Cool's presence but he tries anyway, "Me and Chewie are at home in the stars."

"Cute, but nah, baby, Leia Organa is your home, always has been," Lando gives Han's muscular thigh a squeeze, draws a slow circle around his knee, but stares him down relentlessly.