AN: This was only supposed to be a 2 part series but this particular scene became so long I thought I'd separate it from the rest!

She next kisses him 5 months later after she brings him back to life.

Though for him it seems more like 10 minutes.

One minute he's watching Leia as he sinks down into the ground, trying to convey best he can through his eyes what she means to him. He doesn't tell her he loves her too, solely because that would be too much like a goodbye. He intends to see her again.

But now stranger rises him, he doesn't know where he is or how long he's been in the carbonate. Liquid fills his eyes and he struggles to open them.

"You have hibernation sickness." The croaky and unfamiliar voice of his foreign rescuer tells him.

No shit. He thinks, but he figures he should be at least grateful to whoever freed him. He still isn't sure he can trust them though. He tries to wipe whatever it is from his eyes but he still sees nothing. Just blackness. He feels a panic build inside him.

He can't see! Will he be blind forever? He can't fly the Falcon if he's blind!

And how in gods names is he gonna find Leia again?

"I can't see." He voices his concern.

The stranger assures him. "Your eyesight will return in time."

How much time? Days? Months? Years?

He tries to focus, to listen for a sign of where he is, who he's with but his brain feels scrambled.

He asks instead. "Where am I?"

"Jabba's palace."

Jabba's palace?

He tenses again.

That is the last place he wants to be. Jabba for sure wants him dead now, if he hired bounty hunters to chase him. He doesn't have the money now to pay him back. It's on the Falcon.

Didn't Chewie or Luke or someone come back to him?

He frowns and looks up slightly, who is it that released him. Perhaps they work for the rebellion or something.

"Who are you?" He asks and he senses movement, a helmet being removed.

His heart almost stops when he hears a different voice, a low feminine drawl, which has become his favorite sound.

"Someone who loves you." She says and Han feels his whole body light up.

It's Leia.

His Leia.

She rescued him! She's ok.

She's alive.

She escaped Cloud City and rescued him… and she loves him.

She still loves him.

It wasn't just an in the moment way of saying goodbye, she really loves him. And she's proved it.

She's saved him.

She was always his savior.

"Leia!" He exclaims and then her lips are on his in a desperate but short kiss. She begins to stand up, dragging him with her.

"I gotta get you outta here."

But that's when they hear Jabba and perhaps this isn't their big escape after all.

But as always Luke is there and Lando, Chewie too…but Luke especially comes to their aid. He's a Jedi knight. Almost completely trained.

Something's very different about him.

Aside from the force voodoo and crazy ass mind tricks of course.

Something inside him had changed.

He seems to know something no one else does and it scares Han.

He seems older now, hardly the sandy haired kid he met on Tatooine almost 3 years ago.

He's wiser sure, but it's almost like the life has been sucked out of him.

He's afraid.

He's different.

Han wonders just what else has changed in his absence.

Later after the rocky rescue and swift escape he's home, in his bunk on the Falcon.

Lando is piloting. Han isn't certain he's pleased with this due to Lando's betrayal but the guy did help to save him and he kept Leia safe and he'll be forever grateful.

He's still blind, but now he can see shapes, shadows. It's not ideal but at least he knows he's improving.

He'll soon see again.

His limbs ache. He tells Leia this and she insists on massaging him.

Her hands are skilled caressing his spine, neck and shoulders, easing his pain considerably. He sighs at the contact, although it hasn't been all that long for him since they were together like this, its different. Calm almost. Yes they still need to deal with Vader and Palpatine and the Empire but now there isn't the same urgency. She isn't anticipating his departure and he isn't worrying about paying Jabba.

Jabba's gone.

Leia killed him.

They can finally be together…at least for now.

He can feel her love for him pouring though her fingertips. He's glowing inside. He's never felt this way before. He longs to tell her how he feels but he decides to wait until he can pay her the attention she deserves. He relaxes under her touch, basking in her tender touches and strokes.

Every now and then she touches her lips to his skin delicately, obviously savoring the feeling of him after all these months apart. She kisses the back of his neck, the scar on his arm, the curve of his back and Han doesn't ever want this to end.

Finally she stops and moves him so he's lying on his back.

She crawls along his body and her arms are soon around his waist, her face buried in the crook of his neck as he holds her.

He can feel her shake and for the first time realizes how it must've been for her. Finally admitting her feelings for him after so long trying to deny them and having him snatched away from her.

He feels little drops of dampness on his neck and lifts her chin up with his hand to look at her. He can just about make out her face this close up.She's so beautiful, even with wet lashes and no makeup and dark circles. She's radiant and all his and he needs her. More than he ever has.

"I love you, Leia." He tells her quietly, deciding she needs to know now.

Her face brightens and she kisses him deeply, sighing into his mouth.

She slowly unbuttons his shirt, her lips not breaking contact.

When the shirt is gone she kisses his chest and all up his neck as she undoes his fly and pulls his pants down.

Han moans as she grips his erection through his shorts and her lips are back on his, muffling the sound.

"I love you too." She mumbles into his mouth and then pulls back.

He can't see but the rustling sound and movement indicates that she is undressing herself. He groans again in frustration wanting to see her, touch her, love her. Han reaches for her, his hands coming into contact with her breasts.

He squeezes them lightly and Leia gasps as he thumbs her nipples and leans forward to kiss her bare stomach.

"Han…" She sighs and her hands are in his hair, tugging it slightly. He groans.

She suddenly knocks him down onto the bed, straddling him as she sucks his neck.

The position reminds him of Ord Mantell, of the first time she kissed him and he thinks about how far she has come since then.

She isn't holding back from what she wants anymore.

She's no longer afraid.

She's letting herself go.

He couldn't be more proud of her.

She places her hands on his chest and slowly sinks down on to him and starts to move above him gasping and writhing. Han cries out and her lips are on his again, hungry.

Neither of them get much sleep that night.