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Into the Fire, by suezahn, (NC-17)
Fandom Category: Star Wars
Pairing: Han/Leia
Fic Title: Into the Fire
Author: suezahn
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4693962/1/Into_the_Fire
Rating/Warning(s): NC-17, sex
Genre: Episode-related, general romance, missing scenes
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: Of all the H/L fics I've read thus far (which is like, a dozen, if that), I think this one may be my favorite. It takes place in the middle of "The Empire Strikes Back," telling the story of Han and Leia's budding romance. Very long, very hot, very in character, and very, very good. I think this author does the best at striking the right balance between Han and Leia's nervousness at beginning a relationship and their eagerness to explore it.
This story, turned out, was part of a larger series. I was not aware of this before beginning this epic story (it's 90k), and I managed to follow the story just fine. Still, maybe you wanna check out the author's page and start the series at the beginning.
The small room was still fully lit and empty when Han arrived, but the fresher was occupied, and he realized with a grin that she was probably showering. Since their stint in the fetid jungles of the Serricci base over a year ago, she’d begun using every strained excuse possible to take advantage of his real water shower, and more than one of his fantasies had begun to revolve around those scenarios.
An instant later the door opened and Leia emerged, but she stopped in surprise upon finding him standing there, and he could see her cheeks redden like a sunset on Corellia. Hair down and darker than usual because it was still a little damp, she’d switched to one of his good white shirts, with the long sleeves rolled up past her elbows, and it hung to just above her knees. The slender naked legs beneath demanded his attention, and he felt the stirrings of arousal while remembering how the backs of those thighs had felt beneath his fingertips that landmark night weeks ago. He dragged his gaze back up. “Done in there?”
“Yes.”
While he wanted to compliment her on how tempting she looked, he was pretty sure that would be too much right now. Still frozen in the entrance to the fresher, she radiated nervousness and he wondered if maybe she’d hoped to be in bed already asleep by the time he showed up.
“Right.” When she still didn’t move, he felt his smile grow. Whatever was going through her head at that moment, it was enough to disengage her awareness of the situation, and that wasn’t like her. Deciding to help out, he gestured past her shoulder. “Can I go in?”
Leia’s expression turned to one of confusion for a second before she realized she was blocking his way. “Oh! Sorry.” Flustered, she moved to stand in the center of the small cabin so he could pass.
“Find everything you need?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Good.” The temptation to kiss her right then was strong, if for no other reason than to defuse her awkwardness, but giving her a random kiss while in the cockpit or lounge was very different from doing it here, with her half-dressed and ready for bed. His vow had been to let her choose the moment, and it took every shred of will-power to stick to that promise. Instead, he settled for a smile before stepping into the fresher and closing the door.
Pairing: Han/Leia
Fic Title: Into the Fire
Author: suezahn
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4693962/1/Into_the_Fire
Rating/Warning(s): NC-17, sex
Genre: Episode-related, general romance, missing scenes
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: Of all the H/L fics I've read thus far (which is like, a dozen, if that), I think this one may be my favorite. It takes place in the middle of "The Empire Strikes Back," telling the story of Han and Leia's budding romance. Very long, very hot, very in character, and very, very good. I think this author does the best at striking the right balance between Han and Leia's nervousness at beginning a relationship and their eagerness to explore it.
This story, turned out, was part of a larger series. I was not aware of this before beginning this epic story (it's 90k), and I managed to follow the story just fine. Still, maybe you wanna check out the author's page and start the series at the beginning.
The small room was still fully lit and empty when Han arrived, but the fresher was occupied, and he realized with a grin that she was probably showering. Since their stint in the fetid jungles of the Serricci base over a year ago, she’d begun using every strained excuse possible to take advantage of his real water shower, and more than one of his fantasies had begun to revolve around those scenarios.
An instant later the door opened and Leia emerged, but she stopped in surprise upon finding him standing there, and he could see her cheeks redden like a sunset on Corellia. Hair down and darker than usual because it was still a little damp, she’d switched to one of his good white shirts, with the long sleeves rolled up past her elbows, and it hung to just above her knees. The slender naked legs beneath demanded his attention, and he felt the stirrings of arousal while remembering how the backs of those thighs had felt beneath his fingertips that landmark night weeks ago. He dragged his gaze back up. “Done in there?”
“Yes.”
While he wanted to compliment her on how tempting she looked, he was pretty sure that would be too much right now. Still frozen in the entrance to the fresher, she radiated nervousness and he wondered if maybe she’d hoped to be in bed already asleep by the time he showed up.
“Right.” When she still didn’t move, he felt his smile grow. Whatever was going through her head at that moment, it was enough to disengage her awareness of the situation, and that wasn’t like her. Deciding to help out, he gestured past her shoulder. “Can I go in?”
Leia’s expression turned to one of confusion for a second before she realized she was blocking his way. “Oh! Sorry.” Flustered, she moved to stand in the center of the small cabin so he could pass.
“Find everything you need?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Good.” The temptation to kiss her right then was strong, if for no other reason than to defuse her awkwardness, but giving her a random kiss while in the cockpit or lounge was very different from doing it here, with her half-dressed and ready for bed. His vow had been to let her choose the moment, and it took every shred of will-power to stick to that promise. Instead, he settled for a smile before stepping into the fresher and closing the door.