Title: The Princess and the Scoundrel - Part 1
Author: Darth Mitsy
Email: oracle@stratos.net
Rating: PG-13 or R
Setting: during RotJ
Category: Romance, Humor, and a little Smut
Summary: After escaping from Jabba's barge, Han and Leia find themselves alone and uninterrupted.
But their first night together is not without its mishaps.

The Princess and the Scoundrel - Part 1

The skiff flew away from the blast of Jabba¹s barge. Leia watched the explosion and felt the searing
heat whip at her thin skirt. Across the hot, desert sands of Tatooine, the skiff sped. Leia stood
silently, watching the sands of the desert dunes roll by. Chewie, Lando, and Han were all
congratulating themselves on another rescue that was carried off with all the luck the Force could
muster. Luke approached her, asking if anything was wrong. The Princess shook her head and stood
a quiet vigil on their journey back across the Jungan Wastes to the waiting Millennium Falcon and the
transport ship. She found herself almost disappointed that Han wasn¹t harassing her. She almost
missed his mocking gibes.

When they reached the ships, Lando and Luke headed for their transport. The group was needed back
at the rendezvous point as soon as possible. Han asked them to take the droids, saying something about
the last thing that he needed was C3PO¹s nagging voice adding to his already draining hibernation
sickness.

"Go ahead without Chewie and me. I¹ve got to sleep this off before I pilot the Falcon. We¹ll meet at
the rendezvous point in the morning," Han said to Luke. Han¹s blurred vision saw Luke start to walk
away in his black Jedi clothes. "Boy, you¹re out of it for a little while and everyone gets delusions of
grandeur," Han thought again. Luke turned to Leia and asked her if she was coming with them.

"If the old space pirate here doesn¹t mind, I would prefer to stay and rest too," Leia stated with her
typical mocking tone.

"See, what did I tell you, kid?" Han called after Luke. "Her Worship just can¹t get enough of me!"
Luke and Lando laughed.

Lando turned and bellowed at Han, "Look, you dog, you better take good care of both my girls."
Lando winked at Leia and sauntered to the transport ship, with R2D2 and C3PO trailing behind. Leia
smiled at Lando¹s wink and thought to herself, "Always a rogue and a gambler!" Chewbacca and Leia
watched as the transport ship left the desert planet¹s orbit. Now that no one was watching, the big
wookie gave Captain Solo a giant hug.

"Alright, pal, I know ya missed me. Let¹s get some shut-eye."

They entered the Falcon and each retired to a small, yet functional room. Leia pulled down a mirror
from a hidden compartment in her chamber and for the first time took a look at herself. She was still
in the clothes that Bib Fortuna had told her to wear. And . . . ugh. They still smelled like Jabba the
Hutt. Leia¹s flesh became goosebumped as she thought of the efforts that she had to endure to fend off
the overgrown slug¹s advances. She tried to banish all thoughts of Jabba from her mind, then she
really looked at her reflection.

Her slight frame looked very curvaceous in the maroon and gold outfit. She blushed self-consciously
at the bikini top she was wearing. It was so different than her usual formal attire. "It was really too
bad that Han still couldn¹t see well enough yet," she thought. "The scoundrel would have really liked
what he would have had the chance to see." Leia shrugged her shoulders and decided to give up on
such girlish fantasies, when there was a knock on the door.

Leia opened the door and Han was standing there with a cock-eyed smirk on his face. He sauntered
past her arm and into the room. He looked her up and down, then he said, "Admit it."

"Admit what?"

"That you need me. Come on, the south passage, the asteroid field, and now this . . ."

"Look, we were just caught up in the moments," Leia¹s voice was a sultry whisper as Han advanced.
It was all so familiar to her, just like in the asteroid field. She just stood there, allowing him to
advance, and still denying that it was what she most wanted. Han stood over her, looking down at her
soft face and braided hair. His vision was returning, and he never imagined his uptight little Princess
in a get-up like this! He looked into her eyes.

In almost a whisper, he said, "Admit it."

She broke his gaze and shoved roughly away. She was obviously flustered, "You, you, ar-arrogant . .
."

"What? Nerfherder or is it scoundrel today?"

Leia was so exasperated that for once she was speechless.

"Look, sweetheart, I said it once before. You like me because I¹m trouble. Besides, I still owe you
that good kiss that I said you needed." Han reached out and grabbed her bare waist and pressed her
body to his. He crushed her soft lips with his own and pushed her up against the wall. Leia tried to
resist. The last Princess of Alderaan should not be succumbing to the advances of a Corellian
smuggler, yet . . . his lips were overpowering her. She finally gave in, not as a Princess, but as a
woman. Their kiss was fevered and frantic. It fulfilled what seemed liked an era of longing and
tension. Han¹s tongue explored the exterior of her mouth, then Leia opened her mouth to his. Their
tongues danced, as a knot of anticipation formed in Leia¹s gut. Han moaned. He finally was melting
his ice princess, and it was worth the wait.

Leia brought her hands up and felt the muscles of his chest. He no longer seemed like a man who was
getting over hibernation sickness. Han moved his hands up her bare back, until they reached her
hairline. As they kissed, he dug his fingers into her hair and pressed her even closer. Their chests
were mashed tightly together. The metal decorations on Leia¹s bikini dug into Han¹s chest, yet he
barely noticed. Leia gave a contented sigh as Han withdrew his lips. Leia¹s eyes were still closed
when Han spoke.

"Ready to admit that you need me, your Worship?" he grumbled. Leia¹s eyes shot open. "That
familiar glare is back," Han thought just as her hand made contact with his cheek. Fire blazed in his
gaze, and his scarred lower lip trembled with rage. They glared at each other for what seemed like an
eternity. Then Leia¹s expression softened. Han took advantage of the simmering moment and placed
his thumb beneath her chin, making her look him in the eyes.

With solemn voice and no trace of sarcasm, she said, "Admit it? Admit it? I¹ve told you twice
already how I really feel." Han could barely control his crooked smile.

"I thought so," he said quietly. His entire being radiated with a boyish expression of mischief mixed
with something that Leia couldn¹t quite place. His large hands reached out to her in this moment of
stillness. Blaster-callused fingers stroked her soft cheek. Leia closed her eyes again, as he pulled her
close and pressed his lips to hers.

In between nips and kisses, Leia muttered, "I¹ve got to admit, laserbrain. This is more fun than
evading asteroids."

"Thanks a lot, Princess." They both had a look of tension and challenge, as they roughly pulled each
other close in a passionate kiss. Leia was shocked to find herself boldly pulling off his vest. Han
grinned like an over-fed Hutt, as he inwardly congratulated himself for the moment. His rough hands
reached forward and grabbed at her collar, pulling her neck to his lips. His lips softly caressed their
way from her chin to her shoulders, as Leia gave a moan despite herself. When his teeth pressed
down, teasing her flesh, she felt like she would collapse. He felt her body weaken and he shoved her
back onto the single, shelf bed. She was forced to sit down and caught herself laughing. It was so
wonderful to enjoy just one moment without the burdens of duty, responsibility, and leadership.

Han tore off his vest and shirt, while Leia¹s hands explored his chest. From where she was sitting, she
noticed other . . . things too. Her hands fumbled at his pants, frantically attempting to tug them off.
Her dexterity suffered while she was overcome with passion. His pants, holster, and blaster went
crashing to the metal floor. Han nearly tripped over the fabric, and as he struggled and stumbled, the
room was rocked by blaster fire. Leia screamed and dove into the pillow as the misfire from his gun
scorched the walls of the bedroom. Han crashed to the floor with a curse, as Leia peered up from
underneath the pillow. She looked down at Han with his rumpled pants that had wound themselves
around his ankles. He looked up at her, noticing her hair was starting to break free of its binding
braid in all off the thrashing and excitement. Both of them tried to hold back laughter, but when a
loud fist pounded on the wall, followed by an angry wookie roar, both of them could no longer
control themselves. The room was filled with their laughter. For what seemed like a light-year, they
both roared uncontrollably.

"What¹s the matter, Captain Solo, can¹t keep your blaster . . ."

Han cut her off, "Nice. We were just starting to have fun before you tried to kill us." As he spoke,
he removed his boots, then worked at pulling off the holster and pants.

"I tried to kill us? Don¹t you ever keep the safety on?"

"Of course not." Again Leia couldn¹t help herself and giggled at the situation. Han said smugly, "I
wouldn¹t laugh if I were you."

"Why is that, my scruffy mercenary?"

"At least I don¹t smell like a Hutt." She reacted as he wanted her to, by diving on top of him in a
mock attack. She elbowed and punched him lightly as he kissed her. The moment of fun turned
serious once again. Han¹s hands explored her shoulders and boldly worked their way down to cup her
breasts, as she lay on top of him. His fingers stealthily glided their way inside of the cups and flicked
at her nipples, while Leia¹s nails scratched across his chest. Both of their passions were building and
each knew that nothing would interrupt them.

To be continued . . .

*Disclaimer: This is purely for entertainment by a devoted fan. I did not make any money from this
story, nor do I wish to infringe on George Lucas' copywrited material. I offer this story for other
fans in apprecation for Lucas' beloved characters.