Not Just a Kiss || @generoyal
     Han couldnât stay in one place for too long. He had a bounty on his head and no matter how much he wanted to stay there, because of Leia mostly, he couldnât. He had to leave Hoth so he could either stay ahead of the game or find a way to pay Jaba off. Obviously, that second part wouldnât be happening, so he had to be moving along.
  From the moment he walked in to tell the general he was leaving, his eyes connected with Leiaâs. The tension between the two of them was as thick as it was cold outside. How badly he wanted to press his lips to hers and claim her lips as his own. He wouldnât mind laying claim on the rest of her as well, but heâd be lucky to get past a kiss.
  Telling the general he had to leave the rebel base was easy and he understood quite well. Not that Han had expected anything different from the man. Saying goodbye to Leia though had been an altogether different story -- FOR HIM. She frustrated him in more ways than one, and heâd thought heâd left easily enough, getting him more frustrated when she said sheâd rather kiss Chewey. Alright, so she hadnât said she wanted to kiss Chewey, but more or less.
  So much had happened between him trying to leave and then what heâd really wanted to happen. That didnât include the leaving bit. Going out to look for Luke. Slicing open the Tauntaun so the two of them could survive the night. Trying not to get jealous when she kissed the kid. The base was trying to get the transports out safely, and aside from getting the Falcon out safely, his main focus was getting her worship out safely once the Empiricals started attacking the base.
  The only option of getting her out safely was on his ship, and they still had yet to get it in working order. He had faith in his Bucket of Bolts as Her Worship called it. And with a little TLC, or pounding in the right buttons, they were off! After out flying the Star Destroyers and Tie Fighers and directly into the asteroid field and into the mouth of a not entirely stable asteroid, they were finally out of the line of attack.Â
  Finally, he ordered Chewey to take the professor to the back so he could talk to the Falcon, Han and the Princess were finally alone. It didnât last long, except the unstable asteroid actually assisted in landing Leia in his arms briefly. He had to get the hyperdrive up and running, so he really couldnât enjoy it that long. The two of them had gone about separate repairs of the ship before Han found himself exactly where he wanted to be, and Leia actually seemed open to accepting his advances. No more blowing him off.
  She still seemed to be her usual stand-offish self, but he knew he could wear down her defenses. She needed to relax and he knew just how to help her do so. The way she looked at him as he held her hand with the primary goal of helping her relax fanned his own fuel for her even higher. He knew he could work his magic. And then their lips finally met. Though it wasnât in the crashing moment he usually fantasized. Her lips were soft against his and he kissed her gently yet letting her feel exactly how much desire for her he did have.
  If it wasnât for the talking, chrome-plated nitwit, he would have kissed her deeper and longer. Pulling back from her, he politely let the droid back out so he and the Princess could be alone like they both wanted. Shutting the door, he saw Leia walking away from him, but he wasnât about to let her go, not after the kiss they had just shared. He could feel that she wanted him too in that kiss. No longer was he going on his intuition alone. He had actually felt it in the way her lips moved against his. There was actual fuel behind her fire and he wasnât about to let her just walk away. Not now. He wasnât about to.