Title: Han Delivers a Hard Drive
Author: Gillian Taylor
Rating: NC-17 all the way BABY!
Archive: Sith Chicks, anyone else please ask
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Summary: Computer troubles? Let a Nerf-herder help you relax!
Disclaimers: He doesn't belong to me! I swear he doesn't...though 
I really, really, *really* wish he did! He belongs to Mr. Lucas...I'm 
just borrowing him for my own perverted amusement.
Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at both ABH and smut. I'd like 
to thank Silky for giving me the title (thanks dear!) and I'd like to 
thank my other betas Crysta and Mrs. H. I wuv you guys!
Dedications: For Crysta, for getting me into the smut-writing bizz ;-)

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"Han Delivers a Hard Drive"
by Gillian Taylor


"You damn piece of junk!" you shout as you hit the object of your complaint once again. The computer refuses to acknowledge your frustration (so what else is new? If it did, you'd probably die of a coronary) again and remains on the evil blue screen.

Work was becoming a pain, you decide as you place yet another call to what you lovingly call the 'Helpless Desk' for the fifty-thousandth time that day.

[BEEEEEP. We're sorry, the Help Desk is currently closed. Our normal operational hours are 8:30 to 4:30 Monday through Friday. If you have a complaint, please leave a voice message about your problem and we will address it as soon as we return. Thank you and have a wonderful day...]

DAMMIT! You completely forgot about the time! You slam the receiver down in disgust.  Now, not only could you not do any work, you couldn't either read or write fan fiction!  And most importantly, you couldn't read anymore smut! "ARGH!" you voice the complaint as vocally as you can--the half-scream echoing through the now-empty lab area. Your boss had decided to require you to finish the Engineering report before nine tomorrow, thus your staying late at work. You had the entire damn building to yourself, but now your computer wouldn't work. 'Could this day get any *worse?*' you think miserably. You moan again and bang your head against the keyboard, praying for any form of guidance...

"Need some help, kid?" a familiar voice asks from behind you.

'No...it can't be,' you think, but you turn towards the entryway to your cube to see a familiar figure leaning easily against the side of the cube, "Han?" you ask, your voice an almost-squeak.

"That's me!" he responded, moving his hands in a 'ta da' gesture, "So...do you need some help?"

Part of you wants to scream 'You're not real!' at the top of your lungs, but you don't. In your over-stressed mind, you take the smuggler's appearance as part and parcel of the day. "Unless you're a computer expert and can make my computer stop crashing, no."

He laughs in response, "No, that's not what I'm talking about. Do *you* need some help?"  He moves even closer to you, invading your space.

You swallow nervously, surely he knew exactly how his closeness was affecting you, about the crush that you had for him since you first saw Star Wars. Having him this close, this *real,* was putting your feelings on a roller coaster ride. You ache to touch him, to make sure in your own mind that this is real, but you don't. You can't stand the possibility that it might be just that--not real, "I...I don't understand."

"Sure you do," Han said, his breath now a caress on your cheek, "Do you need some help to relax?"

Your hands grip your chair tightly as he nibbles his way towards your ear, pausing to suck lightly on its tip, "Are you sure you still don't understand?"

"R...relax? I'm relaxed," you try to speak normally, but you fail, your voice coming out in a breathy whisper.

He takes advantage of the speech to move closer to your lips, claiming them with his own as his tongue seeks entrance. You moan deep in your throat as your own tongue begins to war with his. Your hands reach around his lean muscular back, pulling him closer.

His hands roam freely over your body, opening the simple button-down shirt easily as he continues to worship your mouth with his own. His hand gently unfastens your simple front-clasping bra to free your breasts from their confinement. Cupping them gently, his thumbs trace the contours of the pebbled surface around your nipples. You feel as if your body is one nerve and every touch is another spot of fire that is sent down your spine. His thumbs increase their teasings, the sensations that his touch is causing is making you wet with anticipation. 

He can almost make you come from the simple teasings of your breasts, his mouth now leaving yours as he begins to trace the outline of your nipples with the tip of his tongue. You gasp, arching your back to lift your breasts closer to his mouth. He envelopes your nipple, sucking gently as one of his hands cups your butt while the other travels lower on your body, increasing its torment of your nerves.

"Gods..." you breathe as his lips close over a nipple again, swirling it with his tongue.

He pulls away for a moment, meeting your gaze with eyes darkened with passion, "You are wearing too much clothing."

"S...So are you, you scruffy looking nerfherder," you manage to gasp out, and you are not even able to recognize your arousal-deepened voice.

"Who says I'm scruffy-looking?" he says as with one hand he unbuttons your pants, causing you to buck unconsciously as his hand brushes lightly over your mound. He grins again as he pulls off his tunic to reveal his bare chest. Your eyes devour his contours hungrily when his hands reach inside your undergarments to touch the dark curls that lay hidden beneath the fabric.

You groan as you arch against him; the sensations that he was producing too incredible for words. However, he is taking his time in your mind, treating you as if you were glass, a delicate package to be opened carefully. You decide at once that this has been one sided long enough as your hands trace his chest, enjoying his moan as you twist his hardened nipples first one way and then the other. 

He gives you a lop-sided grin as he kisses you deeply and you moan in his mouth as first one finger, then two slid inside you. He presses the sides of your opening gently, sliding his fingers deeper before pulling them almost completely out before thrusting them back again. Your body feels as if it is completely on fire.

And now it is your turn. With a mischievous look in your own eyes, your hand snakes down his side to touch the tip of him, still covered by fabric. You are anxious to have him inside you, pulling apart the latch that held his pants to allow them to fall towards the ground. You grin as you admire the tented undergarments that he quickly removes to reveal to you the full length of his arousal. It no longer matters that you were at the office, all that matters is the fire of his touch and the passions that they invoke.

He only allows you to look for a moment before, with a groan of need, he claims your mouth once again. You moan in pain as his fingers are replaced with him, filling you, thrusting 
into you, making you one with the man that moves above you.

The pain is incredible as he continues to coax you to a thunderous climax; the fire building within you until it is almost too much to bear. And then you come, your eyes closing as the white-hot fire washes over you. You groan his name as the ebb begins to fade, but he is hot on your heels, his own climax filling you with his essence. 

You don't want this to end, the feel of him inside you, tight and full is wonderful. He sighs above you, his hands firmly around your naked body as he rises with you in his arms to lower both of you to the carpeting on the floor, covering both of you with his tunic. You bite back a sob as he leaves your body, missing him already with his withdrawal. However, his arms are still around you. 

You breathe in his sent as deeply as you can, missing the feeling of completion that the sexual act brought to you. You release the breath with a sigh as you snuggle against his long frame, your body fitting snugly against his warm masculine form.

"Are you relaxed now, kid?"

"Oh yeah...Han," you respond, your eyes growing heavy.

"Sleep, love."

"But this would all be a dream..." you protest weakly. It was too soon for this wonderful night to end, you think. You believe that once you fall asleep he would disappear. All that would remain of this night would be a wonderful dream and a report that has yet to be finished.

"No, never. I would always come back. Sleep," he urges again and you allow his deep, warm voice to lull you towards the open arms of sleep. 

"Love you," you murmur once, snuggling further against the body that you have learned so well.  You think that you hear him murmur the same before he places a warm kiss against your forehead. Your last thought is one of happiness for now you know--reality is far better than fan fiction.

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