#collaboration 1

Leia sighed and arched against the pillows supporting her back. She’d decided to finish her reading in bed, rather than sit at her desk, in hopes that it would be more comfortable.

That had been an incorrect assumption.

Pushing her glasses back up her nose, Leia tucked her datapad closer and began reading again.

Out of the corner of her eye, Leia saw Han come in from the living room.

“How’d the score come out?” Leia asked.

“We lost,” he mumbled, shuffling into the bathroom. Leia listened with half an ear as he recounted the highlights of the smashball match through a mouthful of toothpaste.

Just ten more pages. Thank the stars.

Han reentered the bedroom and flopped down beside Leia. She spared him a glance. He looked up at her pitifully.

“I’m almost done,” Leia promised. Han nodded and settled himself under the covers.

...In the event of the transference, the parties shall no longer turn away any requests for reciprocity of any and all…

Han’s arm wound around her middle and he nuzzled his nose into the soft spot behind her ear. His other hand came up around her back, reaching up to her forehead to smooth away the stray hairs that had fallen across her forehead. His lips pressed into her neck. Leia sighed, wishing she could lean into his affections, return them.

“Honey, I have a few more minutes of reading. Please, just let me finish and then we can cuddle.” Han nodded into her shoulder and sat up, returning to his side of the bed.

...The representatives of the general populace must convene to discuss the needs of…

Han snuggled against her shoulder again, his fingers winding around her arm. Leia glanced at him over her reading glasses.

“You never said I couldn’t be comfortable,” he teased. Leia smirked, a fuzzy warm feeling glowing in her chest.

...if contention for the governing body grows, a special committee shall be formed at the request of the representatives....

“You’re awful tense for someone who’s gonna have great sex in a little bit,” Han stated cheekily.

Leia snorted.

“Actually, I think I’m surprisingly relaxed for someone who’s reading...this,” Leia replied, waving her free hand toward her datapad.

“Here. I’ll give you a massage while you read. It’ll be nice. You’ll relax a little bit, and then you’ll read faster, and then we’ll already be warmed up.”

She was tense. A massage sounded heavenly, and even though Han was very...benevolent in bed, it was unlikely that either of them would be patient enough to sit still for a massage once things began in earnest.

“Very well,” she acquiesced. She crawled over his leg and slid forward.

...It is then the duty of the committee to decide which reciprocities will be granted…

Han’s thumbs ground into the muscle right beneath her shoulder blade. His hands slid toward her spine until his thumbs met in the middle, and then began a slow retreat out towards her biceps.

...in the event of misconstrued connotations, an inquiry shall be held after no less than a period of 30 days…

The strong hands worked their way quickly down her back, the pressure on her spine from his strong thumbs feeling exquisite as the tension melted from her body.

...as such, there shall be no less than four nor more than twelve people with access to the…

As soon as Han’s hands met her hips, one slipped around her belly and dipped lower still.

Leia shot her husband a side look; he had said a massage. He caught her look, and immediately moved his hand back up. I wasn’t doing anything, she read through a  smile that looked like it belonged to a kath hound trying to sneak food off the family table.

Han moved his hand further upwards again, going slowly. Satisfied he was staying out of dangerous territory, Leia tried to return to her reading. She allowed herself to enjoy his cool palm sliding over her stomach; his hand’s ability to release tension she hadn’t known she’d been holding never failed to fascinate her. But holding both the words and the sensation in her consciousness was difficult, and though she told herself she was a good multitasker, she found herself having to repeat the same sentence again and again.

...constituents may be randomly polled at that time so representatives may better understand the needs of the community….

Now Han’s palm reached up to caress her breast, gently, loosely. Leia’s eyelids fluttered in acknowledgement. She knew, based on his earlier attempt to get below her belt, that Han was flirting with starting things earlier than she intended. But Han also knew she liked being touched that way simply to relax and be close, so with a sigh she decided it was in bounds.

She refocused on her work, and he had abandoned his position behind her to place himself at her front. He extended her legs—  “just to massage your feet, sweetheart,” and she had narrowed her eyes but let him continue. She managed to make it through another page of the proposal when—  

“You’re supposed to be readin’.”

Leia hadn’t been aware she had been following Han with one eye until he called her on it.

“I don’t trust you,” Leia said. Han had crawled up the length of her leg, his hands lifting the hem of her oversized bedshirt.

“I think you trust me immensely,” Han said, and to prove his point, he burrowed his face into her bare stomach, bathing her in warm kisses. He came up for air. “Completely, even.”

And then he ran his hands— damn him!— down her sides and around her hips, his thumbs tracing  circles into the area just above her hip bones. Proving his point about trust, his mouth followed a path from her navel to the expanse of hair between her legs, going just low enough to tease her. Her traitorous body pulsed with anticipation. Leia clutched her datapad tighter to stop from throwing it to the side and pressing herself to his mouth.

This was not supposed to be what she was doing right now. She could do this after another page or two.  

She opened her mouth to express this sentiment but Han flashed her his most irritating grin and dove to nibble at her thighs. His hand stroked her leg as he went, softly dragging his nails for a stretch of skin, then kneading her skin in his hand. Still technically a massage, she noted. The bastard was covering his bases. Now that her husband had changed tactics, she was acutely aware of how much she missed his presence in her center. She was aching to be touched between her folds, which he had deliberately avoided— she knew in order to make her need him all the more.

“What do you think you’re doing with your mouth, hotshot?” Leia asked, despite her desire.

“Kissin’ you,” Han murmured into her.  “I can’t read when you kiss me,” she protested.

“That doesn’t sound like you. You can read through anything.”

“Well, I can’t think when you kiss me.”

“That’s the point.”

“We had a deal,” she said, pulling up her legs towards her, restricting his access, and sitting up a bit further. “You were going to let me finish this.”

“I’m not stopping you,” he whispered, the soft allure of his voice sending a shiver up Leia’s spine. “If I remember correctly, warmin’ you up was part of that deal.” Han gently extended her leg again.

Han looked her straight in the eyes. The corner of Leia’s mouth twitched as she felt that familiar jolt in her stomach and leap of her heart to her throat: The adrenaline of Han. She felt herself give assent, and felt him understand that she had. This wasn’t the Force, she knew. This was just them. The unspoken communication they had developed in the years they had fought beside each other, and loved each other, and lived together.

“I better get back to this, then,” Leia said, gesturing with her datapad, even as Han worked his hand to rub between her legs. She took a deep breath, fighting the feeling that demanded her attention, and bit her lip to steel herself. She had given him permission to continue; she didn’t have to make it easy for him. Her heart thumping, she made a show of bringing the datapad back into her line of vision.

...no profit is to be gained from these endeavors…

“You do that.” Han said, his hand running down her folds to her opening. “I’ll check my progress here.” He slipped his forefingers inside of her. Leia pushed against him involuntarily, feeling him inside her, his palm against her, and wanting more. “You’re so wet,” he murmured.

...as such, all funding for measures herein will be funded by tax dollars set aside by the special funds committee…

His fingers still inside her, Han’s thumb began gently circling her clit. Leia groaned against her will, deep and guttural. She felt the slight pause that marked Han’s moment of pride in eliciting such a response.

...it is imperative that the public well-being is kept centermost in this proj—

The words melted, rearranging themselves into rivulets of e-ink. She tried again to bring them back into focus but she couldn’t stop the text from swimming before her. Han’s fingers moved inside her, his thumb circling her, in that way she found so irresistible. Instead of breathing she was gasping, the air catching in her throat on its path in and out. Her legs writhed under Han’s touch.

Leia dropped the datapad, and grabbed his hair. Han growled in appreciation of this new development. Although she could feel his excitement in the way he held tension in his muscles, Han continued patiently, without changing his pace, knowing just how to get her there.  

Leia closed her eyes and leaned into the sensation. She moved her hips with his rhythm. She moaned with the pulses of pleasure that broke over her in waves as she was brought closer and closer to that peak. She both craved the fuller release and never wanted these flashes of pleasure to end. Goddess, how was it possible that it was always so intense with him? Somehow, it always felt new. Leia breathed in and arched her back as the hot white overtook her, hard and long, it felt like it stretched into oblivion.

She came back to the room, panting, and looked down at her beaming husband.

“Do you want to finish your reading now?” Han asked with a self-satisfied smirk. He deserves that, she thought.

“Maybe after my eyes uncross. “ Leia licked her lips. “I think more than anything, I’d like to kiss you.”

Han laughed, and offered himself up to her. She embraced him, and covered his cheek with kisses before, pressing her mouth to his softly and slowly. Leia looked at him through her lashes.