3 for han solo because that scene Wrecks Me.
BREATH UPON BREATH / SUCH PROXIMITY. must not admit your nerves, captain solo !! need not gift your audience the knowledge of your beating heart – a chaotic ditty of thumps. do not grant passage to your soul.but, OH, how he yearned to bestow a kiss ‘pon cherry hued maw. to grasp about her petite waist, calloused digits gingerly resting atop precious hips. to lazily trace geometric ships onto soft flesh. to whisper luscious accolades within her ear. to extol her BRAVERY. to PRAISE. to LOVE.
FOOLISH !! ludicrous, he was, to wish for such luxury !! for lips upon lips. touch upon touch. heart upon heart. no matter the esteem he paraded, han solo presumed himself UNWORTHY to merely gaze within the princess’s direction. leia organa was the embodiment of true and honest BEAUTY, whereas he stood as a simple smuggler. an ant to her glorious boot.
though the heart BETRAYED the mind’s logic. DAMN YOU !!
alabaster incisors nibbled atop crackled lips as he stared forth upon gorgeous features. the scoundrel thickly swallowed. eyes roamed her appearance, scrutiny reflecting amidst his irises. what is to be your main goal ?? had he an examination of leia’s expression ?? had he been searching for any indicators of whether or not she reciprocated such urges ??
but discoveries were at a SHORTAGE; he only detected more justification for his brewing affection. the curvature of plump lips. the rosy tint of flushed cheeks. the intricate detail of braided locks. the subtle freckles that dotted her complexion. the rich hue of darkened irises. everything.
❛ just admit it, sweetheart, ❜ han huskily mumbled as his forehead brushed against her. ❛ you like me because i’m a scoundrel. there aren’t enough scoundrels in your life. ❜ dirtied fingers toyed with her palm as he bowed forth, chapped lips hovering over top hers. breath upon breath. skin upon skin. heart upon heart.
oh, how wonderful he felt !!
han’s mouth lightly pressed against leia’s, lips dancing its rhythmic waltz; step by step, as though the routine had been performed a million times prior. but no kiss resonated in his very heart as much as this. no touch. no grasp. NOTHING.
❛ sir, sir !! ❜ threepio shouted, continuing his rambling.
eyelids abruptly shot open, head whipping to look upon the robotic nuisance. ❛ thank you, ❜ words dripped with heavy sarcasm. ❛ thank you VERY much. ❜
AFFECTION. ( selectively accepting ) rebelshope.
