Title: To hold me when dreams are done
Author: Angel
email: valarltd@hotmail.com
Rating: R, homoerotic implications
Disclaimer: Not my guys.  Lucasfilm, if there is no homosexuality in
the SW'verse, why are you makin' all the slashy movies?
Summary: sex on the beach
Type: semi-crossover, pre-slash
Distribution: any, just let me know.
Feedback: I live for it.
Author's note:  Unbeta'd.  Too long for a drabble, too short for
anything else. Not quite prose, dialogue or poetry.  Just a fragment.
Title from the musical _Pippin_.
 

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To hold me when dreams are done
c 2000 Angelia Sparrow
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The black sands of the beach sparkled like the moonlit night waters,
almost indistinguishable from the starry sky.  Han twitched
awake, disturbing the young man pillowed on his chest.

"What?"

"Weird dream."

"Tell me."

"I was a pilot, and crashed in a storm on an island with a cute blond."

"Mmmm."  A light tongue over his nipples and along his collarbone.
"Like that idea."

"Managed to rescue ourselves, but her bondmate wasn't thrilled about
it."

"HER?"

"Told you it was weird.  Jealous?"

"Nah.  At least it wasn't the one with the snakes."  The hands were
busy indeed tonight.

"Keep that up, and we'll have sand in places you didn't
know you had places.  Beach sex is only good in theory."

"Hmmm, we may just have to take a swim to get it
all washed off.  See how well your lessons took."
The mouth wasn't idle either.

"Determined tonight, are we?"

"You're the one who woke me up.  Now kiss me or go back to sleep."

"Are all Jedi this grumpy in the middle of the night?"

"Mmm-hmmm."

Somehow, the sand seemed a lot less important.