Vulnerable

By Dark Poltergeist

Leia

"Leia," he murmurs my name in my ear and slowly open my eyes to stare into his hazel ones, gold now with some warm emotion that I can feel flowing through him.

"Get some sleep, Hotshot. I have plans for you in the morning," I sigh and close my eyes as I nestle against his chest. He pulls me tighter and I am content to feel his arms around me. Drowsily I drift towards sleep.

"Love you," he murmurs as sleep claims him and I wonder if I dreamt the words.

Awake now, but comfortable, I move just enough so that I can gaze at his handsome face. He's peaceful now and looks like a little boy who never learned how to comb his hair. His face is relaxed, eyes fluttering in a dream. I love his eyes and how they change color depending on his mood. The saying that "eyes are the window to one's soul" has never been truer than it is with him.

Tonight, I saw a new color; they were dark golden with desire as he regarded me, and became even darker when we began to kiss. I had seen a lighter version of that color before and thought I knew what it meant but now I am sure.

Is it so wrong that I'm glad I can evoke that response in him? That I'm glad to see the change in his body when he admires me?

I've kept myself from admitting it for so long, but he's so damned attractive that I can hardly stand it.

I was captivated by his rugged good looks from the beginning, but I was not about to tell him that and inflate his already over-sized ego! Unfortunately, an irritating personality came along with the oh so attractive package named Han Solo.

But still, I was attracted, and I hated it. I knew I was lost early on, but convinced myself otherwise. I mean, how could there ever be an us?

The concept was ludicrous, ridiculous beyond belief. And I don't say that because of the different stations in life that we occupied. I say that because we seemed like oil and vinegar, fire and ice, complete opposites in every way imaginable.

But he stuck around and fate began to throw us together. He was still annoying but something about him made me feel safe. Even when we were screaming at each other, I knew he cared. And I realized I did too. He is a challenge but he sees me for the real person that I am.

I realized that I could trust him, that we could be friends, and the idea warmed my heart.

He ignored the figurehead, the last, sad Princess of Alderaan that I had become. He ignored the pedestal that others put me on, and he made me earn his respect. He treated me like any other person that fell into his orbit and for that I am grateful. He saved me in ways that I didn't know I needed saving, and he gave me a reason to live again, and I'm so glad.

My fingers gently stroke his chest and he sighs in contentment at the touch of my hand. My heart nearly explodes with feeling for him.

Why did I wait so long to be with you?

The real Han Solo is so different than the image he projects. He is nice men. He is kind, generous, and loyal to those he calls friends. He has risked his life many times for all of us but he still acts as if it were nothing, as if we shouldn't care that he risked everything for us.

Why is that? Do you somehow feel unworthy? You are not less than any of us, certainly not less than me. No one is worthier of me than you, there is no one else that I want to be with. And you helped me get rid of that pesky "virgin Princess" title that I'd been carrying around! Thank you for that. You are such a tender lover, caring to be sure I wasn't hurt, caring to make my first time a pleasurable experience. I couldn't have asked for more.

I don't know how to tell him that I love him. I never learned about relationships in Princess class, and I certainly never learned about falling in love with a scoundrel.

"With my scoundrel," I murmur and lie my head on your chest.

But I know I shouldn't rush things. I am so glad that the Falcon broke and gave us this time together. Lately I have an unshakable feeling that somehow, we are meant to be together, that it's important we be together. I will bide my time, enjoying the time we have and ignore that when we get to Bespin I may lose you, maybe forever. If I have my way I will go with him to Jabba's. I don't want him facing that scum alone.

He wants to protect me even though I seldom need it, and I love him for that. And I think that maybe, just maybe, he loves me too. It took me a long time but I'm finally figuring it out. He stayed because of me. He took care of me when I needed someone to do that, he brought me little presents when he returned from his supply runs. These were all ways of him showing his love only I didn't understand.

And I was afraid. I was afraid of you. Or more precisely, I was afraid of my feelings for you. And the fact that you seemed to have feelings for me.

Now I regret all of it. How much time did we waste? But thankfully it will take us a month to get to Bespin. I have a month to be Leia. A month for you to be Han. No pretenses, no lies, just honesty between us.

Just time between us.

Time to hold you, time to love you, time to be with you. I will deal with the rest of it later.

War is a horrible thing and much as I hate it, it brought us together and for that I am thankful.

And if I am selfish with this one thing, I don't care. I want you with me. Now and always. If I can only find the words to tell you how much you mean to me. But that can wait too. I am content to explore our new relationship and the possibilities that exist. Eager to know you in every possible way.

My senses begin to stir as I feel you waking. And I feel … yearnings that are new to me. Yearnings that I no longer want to suppress. Unable to help myself, I tenderly brush your lips with mine. Then again, and again. Finally, I feel your lips turn in a smile undermine as my kisses have become more passionate.

"Somethin' you're want in' there, Sweetheart?"

"You, Han. I want you."

His beautiful eyes, dark golden with desire open and he gazes into my dark eyes which must be smoldering by now.

"You're okay?'

Even now, knowing that I am awakening his desire, he is more concerned with me than himself.

"I'm more than okay. I need to feel you!" I stare into his eyes now dark with need and I'm secretly pleased I can stir such feelings in him.

"Who am I to refuse a Princess?" he asks, but there is no bite to his words. Only unspoken love.

I have never felt so complete as in this moment.

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