“Leia,” Han murmured into her ear. His breath whispered across the skin of her neck, stirring the little hairs too short to twist up into her elaborate braids. His hands skimmed along her arms before coming to rest on her hips and she sighed as she leaned her head back against his shoulder, pulling her back slightly away from his chest so she could see his face in the darkness.
“What, Han?” she growled. He gave her his best crooked smile and her frown deepened in response. That wasn’t going to win her over this time.
“Will you forgive me?” His voice was low and quiet with just the right amount of roughness to make Leia’s heart stutter. She let Han’s hands at her hips pulled her back against him, eliminating the small space between them, but she steeled her face and gave herself a moment to calm her heart before she responded. She wasn’t going to let him off so easily this time.
“I’ll think about it,” she said, giving him her haughtiest senator voice.
“Leia, sweetheart – ”
“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me, nerfherder, until you figure out how to get us out of here!” she snapped. She crossed her arms, managing to elbow Han in the side as she moved. He grunted and shifted his weight behind her.
“It’s not my fault!”
She tried to step on his toe, but as she was already standing on his foot, it didn’t do much good.
“Oh, really?” She rolled her eyes. “Whose ship is this again? Whose ridiculous smuggling compartments?”
“You can’t blame – ”
“I can, and I will. I don’t even know how you managed to get us trapped in here, but I’m not going to be civil to you until you figure out how to get us out.”
It was Han’s turn to sigh. “They aren’t meant to be opened from the inside. We’ll have to wait until Chewie gets back.”
“Of course,” Leia groaned.
Han moved his hands from her hips to wrap his arms around her waist and he lowered his head to kiss the side of her neck.
“Can we at least make the most of this?” he murmured against her skin. His kisses sent shivers through her and without thinking she tilted her head to the side to allow him better access.
“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”
She should pull away, put her foot down, refuse to let him seduce his way back into her good graces, but his lips were distracting as they kissed their way up her neck.
“I can neither confirm nor deny that statement, Princess,” he growled softly in her ear.
“Oh, Han,” she sighed, before closing her eyes and surrendering to his touch.