Gold Bikini
This fic is rated: PG-13
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Han Solo/Leia Organa
Timeline: during RotJ
Summary: Han realizes what Leia's wearing.
Inspiration: the gold bikini
Warnings: for implications
Word Count: 165
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days, han_leia, han_shot_1st
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Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Han gritted his teeth, and felt his way along the Falcon's passageway. If he'd been asked before this, he would have said that he could find his way through his ship blindfolded.
He heard Leia call his name, and turned toward the blurry shape. Before he could say any of the thousand things he wanted to tell her, she closed the distance, pressed herself to him, and pulled his head down for a kiss. He skimmed his hands down her body; to his surprise, he found warm skin and cool metal.
When they came up for air he asked, "what are you wearing?"
"Jabba has his minions dress me up as a dancing girl."
"I'm sorry I missed it," he grinned at her. "You wouldn't mind keeping it on until my eyesight gets a little better?"
"Actually, I was going to get out of it right now."
He was about to say something else, when she took his hand and led him to her cabin.
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Han Solo/Leia Organa
Timeline: during RotJ
Summary: Han realizes what Leia's wearing.
Inspiration: the gold bikini
Warnings: for implications
Word Count: 165
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days, han_leia, han_shot_1st
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Han gritted his teeth, and felt his way along the Falcon's passageway. If he'd been asked before this, he would have said that he could find his way through his ship blindfolded.
He heard Leia call his name, and turned toward the blurry shape. Before he could say any of the thousand things he wanted to tell her, she closed the distance, pressed herself to him, and pulled his head down for a kiss. He skimmed his hands down her body; to his surprise, he found warm skin and cool metal.
When they came up for air he asked, "what are you wearing?"
"Jabba has his minions dress me up as a dancing girl."
"I'm sorry I missed it," he grinned at her. "You wouldn't mind keeping it on until my eyesight gets a little better?"
"Actually, I was going to get out of it right now."
He was about to say something else, when she took his hand and led him to her cabin.