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Note: Maybe note rating a little bit for this one. Also, it somehow became a lot longer that I intended. Whoops.

New Governments, Scheduling and Rendezvouses

Chapter Nine: The Unscheduled Rendezvous (part two)

Leia sat at the dressing table in the suite that was her room for the night, brushing out her long hair. Han was right this wasn't the most salubrious place she had ever stayed in but it would certainly do. Her eyes caught the image of the big and comfortable bed in the mirror's reflection. That would certainly do too.

Besides the utter shock of seeing her husband earlier, the night really had been rather dire. If she hadn't kept catching Han gazing at her from various points of the room throughout the evening she may very well have died of boredom. She needed to learn to say no to things and not be persuaded into anything and everything just because the words 'crisis', 'emergency' or 'critical' were used. This definitely wasn't something she felt had been enhanced by having her here. Although the majority of those she had spoken to afterwards seemed to disagree (she supposed they would have felt the same about anything that had been young, female, and possessed a beating heart).

Still, now she had an uninterrupted night alone with her husband; no work, no toddler, no one else. Perfect.

The sound of muffled voices from right outside her door caught Leia's attention. She stood, lifting the full skirt of the dress she still wore and made her way to the door. The first thing she saw when she opened it was the back of one of her security men. Hadn't she sent them both to bed already? She then saw her husband standing the other side of the man. He had his hands on his hips and was looking extremely pissed off.

"What's going on?" She asked. The security man whipped round and looked immediately on edge, as if he were about to get a bollocking.

"I'm so sorry you were disturbed Senator. Please rest assured I am taking care of the situation and you are entirely safe." He told her in an overpolite and practiced voice.

"What do you mean? Safe from what? Han what's going?"

Han said nothing just sighing in obvious annoyance and gesturing to the security man. If she was supposed to understand what that gesture meant, she didn't. The security man in turn was looking at Han with air of suspicion that soon turned to confusion when Leia addressed him by name.

"I'm sorry Senator." The security man repeated in the exact same tone of voice. "This… gentleman…" It was clear he was using that word reluctantly. "… was trying to force entry into your rooms."

"Force entry?!" Han exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. Leia struggled to contain her laughter as she finally caught on to what was happening.

"It's quite alright Trey." The young man blanched a little at the use of his first name from someone as senior as Leia. "This is General Solo." He nodded in acknowledgement of the fact but let on no sign that he understood the relevance of such information on their current situation. "He's my husband." She said eventually.

A look that consisted of surprise, realisation, embarrassment and acute discomfort passed over his face in one fell swoop.

"I… err… I… I'm so sorry Senator." He stammered, repeating the same phrase for the third time in less than a minute. "I didn't know you had a… meeting booked."

"What I have to book an appointment now?" Han asked and he sounded more irritated than ever.

Leia just felt sorry for the poor man. This was not going to be something he would remember with any kind of good feeling whereas she and Han would be laughing about the ridiculousness of it all in under two minutes time.

"It's quite alright you weren't to know Trey. No harm done." Leia walked round him and took Han's hand dragging back towards her door. "But if does show up unannounced again its best to just let him in, scheduled or not. He gets awful grumpy when you tell him no." She teased, pulling on the hand that was grasped in hers for good measure. Han, now standing behind her, wrapped his free arm around her middle and drew her back against him. Trey looked away deliberately, uncomfortable at the open display of affection. She knew her husband was trying to prove a point, the silly, juvenile man. "Trey I have quite enough protection now my husband is here. Go to bed. You've earnt your rest." He nodded and left without another word.

"Stupid asshole." Han murmured under his breath as Leia led him into her rooms.

As soon as the door was closed she burst out into the laughter she had been so struggling to contain, she doubled over with the effort of it; one hand on the door behind her for support, the other clutching her cramping stomach.

"Oh gods!" She gasped, still giggling hysterically.

"It's not that funny."

"What would you have done it I hadn't come out?!"

"I would have decked your security guard!" He said, completely seriously.

"You would have got thrown out of the building!" That thought brought on another wave of uncontrollable laughter.

"Oh yeah?" Even Han was laughing a little now; though it wasn't clear whether he was finally seeing the funny side of the whole thing or was just finding it amusing how silly Leia's current behaviour was. He approached her, bending down and drawing her quaking body into his, well as much as he could with her big skirt ballooned between them. "You're not the only one that can handle themselves thank you very much." She didn't respond to that, she was too busy wiping the moisture that had gathered around the edges of her eyes as the last remains of her giggling slowly died away. "You think that's funny?" Han asked when she had finally stopped. Leia nodded silently. "Yeah." He agreed.

He lunched forward suddenly and attacked her with a ruthless round of tickling. His long fingers reaching into every corner or hidden place he knew she found particularly ticklish and soon she was screeching his name at such a volume he was sure her security was about to come bursting back through the door. Fortunately they didn't. He lifted her up effortlessly all but flinging her over his shoulder and spinning her round, his hands still tickling the ribs that rested on his shoulder. Her skirt billowed out with the sudden influx of air until it felt as if his entire body was covered by the fabric of the dress. All he could see, smell and feel was its soft silkiness.

At last he let her down once their laughter had naturally subsided. He knew that if anyone had been passing by in the last few moments it would have sounded as if they were some love-struck adolescents giddy on their new found feelings. If he should have felt embarrassed at that, being a man in his thirties, he didn't. He had such limited time with her like this when they were truly alone he was damn well going to enjoy it.

They were both still a little breathless as she reached up and stroked his cheek gently. She was gazing up at him with such, pure, love in her eyes. All those that had wanted her tonight (or any night), all those in awe of her, that adored her even and she was looking at him like she really did want to be nowhere else but here.

At once the atmosphere in the room changed. Leia cold see the passion rising in him, starting from deep in his stomach and making its way up until it filled his eyes, him looking at her in the most lustful way. He kissed her then, kissed her like he had been wanting to all evening but couldn't. Until now. He kissed her like he hadn't seen her in a year not the week it had been in reality. The kiss was strong, bruising even, but Leia wasn't complaining. In fact she was moaning wantonly into his mouth and holding his head against hers in clear confirmation that she did not want him to stop.

Han led a trailing of scorching hot kissed down her neck. She knew from the way he was sucking and grazing her skin with his teeth that he was going to leave marks. She wondered briefly if he was doing that deliberately – as some kind of way to mark his territory. His comments to her earlier at the bar showed he wasn't above such basic thinking. Leia supposed she should be bothered, that she should shut down any such possessive behaviour but frankly what he was doing felt so good she couldn't bring herself to care in that moment.

They both knew this reunion wasn't going to be a slow, tender one as they so often were. Han's blood felt as if it were on fire with the heat of his want for her. He was barely able to control himself. Any possible doubt that she didn't feel the same at that moment in time was utterly destroyed as she whispered fervently from red, raw lips:

"You should feel how much I want you. I'm so wet for you."

He groaned, making it sound like she had physically pained him. His hands were pushing roughly at the dress, trying to gain tangible prove of her words but he was nowhere near, near enough her skin to prove this for himself. Han tried to pull the dress from her shoulders but it was too tight to dislodge from its carefully constructed resting place. Next, he crouched down trying to lift the dress over her head but there was too much silky skirt for him to get a good hold of it. He sighed loudly in frustration. His need to get this dress off was almost frantic now.

"The back." She told him, turning around and gesturing to the long line of tiny and near invisible fastenings he knew were going to take an age to undo. "Don't tear the dress hotshot, it was expensive." She said turning back round to give him a knowing smile. She understood how much the task would test his already failing patience.

He sent her look then that made her stomach spike unexpectedly and she had to look away as he began his lengthy mission. Her level of anticipation was almost painful, she hadn't felt this excited in a very long time. But then again, she hadn't had the knowledge that they would be completely free from interruptions for a very long time either.

Finally he had finished and she felt the dress be pushed from her shoulders, fall to the floor and pile at her feet. The sudden rush of cool air hit her newly exposed skin causing dozens of tiny goose-bumps to erupt all over her. Despite his highly aroused state Han noticed this. The next thing she felt was his hot lips working their way down her corseted back and over her bare bottom. She felt his tongue curve over one of her cheeks, she whimpered in response. Sometimes she wore it was pathetic how much he still affected her. The most glorious kind of pathetic though.

When he rose back to his full height Leia stepped out of the dress on shaky legs and pulled him to her instantly. The effort of her accelerated breathing was emphasised by her restricted underwear, temporarily memorising Han.

"Too many clothes." She told him, breaking the spell.

They both set to work to fix that, stripping him of the suit he had so grudgingly put on in the first place, until he was left in nothing but his underwear, as she was. They had identical clumsy hands, bruised lips and smiling faces.

The fingers on one of his hands found their way into the front of her lace thong and she was so incredibly, gratifyingly wet, just as promised. Leia leant her head on his shoulder, letting out a satisfied sigh at the contact. It was almost perverse how happy he was. He literally never thought it was possible to be this content with life but somehow he was. He really, really was.

"I love you so fucking much." He said in a hoarse, breathless voice that she'd come expect given their current activities. Yet there was such strong emotion in the way he said it and that did surprise her slightly. She almost felt like crying because she hears how much he meant it. And she knows how true it is.

"I know." Leia replied after a moment's quiet. "Now show me."

She reached up for another kiss before they both became completely lost to one and other.

/

Han and Leia walked out of the lift into the lobby early the next morning. The building was bustling with bodies and activity; most people checking out of their rooms and indulging themselves with the complimentary breakfast. Despite this, or perhaps because of it, Leia took her husband's hand as they made their way towards the exit. Han noticed the two security men share an uncomfortable look as she did so. It seemed she was still enjoying her little game of shocking her employees, it also appeared her game was still working. Though what was quite so shocking about a wife taking her husband's hand, or a husband wanting to gain entry to his wife's bedroom was still a little bemusing to Han.

The very last thing he was, was naïve. He understood that it wasn't just any wife and it was just any husband. And that was what was shocking to most people. But they had been married almost three years now. Han wondered if the masses would ever get used to it, would he be encountering looks like the dozen he was currently receiving, for the rest of his life?

"Mrs Solo!" A voice from across the lobby suddenly bellowed.

The couple and the security guards both turned in its direction to see Dakin strolling over to them. Trey immediately position himself in front of Leia stopping Dakin getting too close. She broke away from Han and placed a hand on Trey's arm.

"It's quite alright Trey, this is a friend of ours." He continued to look unsure but eventually stepped aside. Leia immediately walked forward to embrace Dakin.

"Dakin, it's so good to see you!"

"You too Leia. Damn girl you were good last night!" He told her in his usual casual confidence. He'd always reminded her of a tuned-down Lando Calrissian. He and Han shared the same kind of 'banterful' friendship.

"Thank you. And I understand I have you to thank for dragging my husband this far out?"

"This far out and straight into your arms." Dakin said, the slightest touch of suggestion in his voice but it was still enough to make Trey cough uncomfortably behind her.

"Is my baby okay?" Han asked suddenly, taking a step forward to stand behind Leia. All three of them knew he was referring to his beloved freighter.

"Of course. I only had the smallest after party on her last night."

"You what?!" Han exclaimed, causing both Leia and Dakin to laugh. Leia reached behind to take her husband's hand once more, bringing it to the front of her and holding it against her stomach. The calculated moved worked, calming him instantly.

"Don't even joke Dakin, you'll give him a heart attack." She said still smiling.

"I'll go make sure she's all ready for take-off. See you soon Leia." Dakin gave the pair another amused grin before walking away.

Leia turned towards Han, noticing her security men growing ever more on edge the longer she stayed out in open like this. In fairness her prolonged pause in the crowded, open aired lobby had gathered quite a lot of attention from all the passers-by but no one had so much as even approached them thus far.

"I should go." She told Han quietly, clearly reluctant to leave any sooner than absolutely necessary.

"Okay. I'll be home in four days."

She reached forward to run a hand over his chest, picking distractedly at a loose thread from one of the buttons. He was still in his suit from last night having left all of his things on the Falcon, which was where he'd been planning to stay before she showed out completely out of the blue. Thus, he was having to endure a rather public walk of shame. Not that he minded the implications of that much (or at all).

"It's too long." She said with a coy little smile. "Last night was… pretty fun."

"Yeah! Pretty fun." He agreed, teasing her choice of words.

"We should run into each other more often."

"If only." After a moment's pause, he asked: "Give Ben a big kiss from me, tell him I'll see him soon?"

"I will. Lots of kisses." Leia chanced a look to her security men and found they were probably about thirty seconds away from dragging her to her transport, willing or not. She stood on her tiptoes to whisper to Han: "Think they could survive the scandal if you gave me a goodbye kiss?"

He didn't respond, instead simply cupping her face with his large hands and bestowing a very short, sweet kiss upon her. The men exchanged another worried look, as if Han and Leia were about to start ripping each other's clothes off and going at it on the floor in front of them.

"I love you." She murmured against his lips.

"I love you. Mrs Solo."

She smiled at him and kissed him again, and then once more before finally pulling herself away and turning back towards her security. She gave him a little wave as they finally exited the building.

As Han made his own way to the exit he noticed the two men he had met in the bathroom the night before. They were standing a few feet away, their mouths hanging open in utter astonishment, evidently having just witnessed the whole exchange. Han breezed past them with the biggest grin on his face.

Yes he really was very, very content with his life right now.