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Eye of Dawn
2003 Angel

Leia lay in Winter's arms, drowsing. All too soon it would be time to go back downstairs and back to work. Work. She shook herself free of the nightmare. There was no more work. They had the information. They were off-world, safe in a berth on the Millennium Falcon.

But oh great Mother, what they had paid for that information!

Leia rolled away. In her sleep, Winter followed, wrapping herself around her princess. Leia reached back and stroked her cheek. Winter had been her mainstay through this whole ordeal.

*****

It had started, as these sort of things always did, in a strategic planning session. Alliance intelligence was sporadic at best, and most of the sources had been silent for months. High command, that is General Dodonna, had gotten itchy, and insisted on sending out spies.

It had been Winter who had suggested Kitnik on Drinit. Kitnik was the major spaceport for half the quadrant, one where crucial materials were manufactured. Materials the Rebels could hijack for their own ailing fleet. It would require no great finesse to alter the course of the robobarges before they went to lightspeed. But it would take know-how.

The second meeting had included Han Solo, who had flown everything from a capital ship to a jetpac. He'd done some work with barges, but his disdain for the ships came through with every word.

"Sure I can do it. But I need a schedule. Guy can't hang around an asteroid belt waiting for the convoy to drop in his lap."

Winter spoke up, "What about a dual mission, intelligence gathering, anything I can get, plus the schedule for the convoys?"

"Winter, can you get in and out safely?" Leia asked, worried for her friend.

"I have a plan. I'll go in as an entertainer. Men talk in bed." Her smile was hardly reassuring.

"I'm going with you," Leia insisted. "Two can learn more than one." She ignored the jaws dropping around the table, and the cock-eyed leer Solo focused on her.

"Princess, are you sure? It's going to be rough and ugly--"

Leia's eyes were cold and flat as she looked at her long-time friend. "Imperial torture droids are hardly cuddly taabcas, Winter."

The white-haired woman dropped her eyes. No one else would challenge the Princess when she made up her mind. Solo stood up.

"Well, Your Wonderfulness, if you're going through with this, let me do the flying. I'll make sure you get there safe, and get you off world. I've been to Kitnik."

"It is settled, then. Winter, we leave tomorrow." Leia walked out of the meeting, trailed by her friend. The generals remained, staring at the table, not wanting to look at each other. They were sending their Princess into grave danger and dishonorable activity.

In her rooms, Leia looked at herself and Winter. "We'll work as a team," she decided. She had few amenities on the rebel base, but she had acquired a working cosmetic kit. "Entertainers of that sort always have false names, right? We could call ourselves Fire and Ice. You're Fire." She tinkered with the kit and programmed it to change her hair color. "And I'm Ice."

They talked and she planned, in order to cover her nervousness.

At local dawn, Leia and Winter made their way to the Millennium Falcon. Chewbacca greeted them grumpily.

"Ignore him, ladies. He's just grouchy that I have to leave him here. A wookiee would be too conspicuous on an Imperial planet," Han called down the ramp. He saw them, both with their hair down. "Looking good. I really like the red hair, your Worship."

"Just fly this thing," she snapped, nervous and not in the mood for his insults.

"Of course. Winter, honey, can you come help? You can come forward too, Princess."

"This is Millenium Falcon requesting lift clearance," Winter said, sitting in Chewie's chair and working the comm board. "They said go ahead, Captain."

After the jump, Han started for the lounge. Leia and Winter followed.

"So, show me what you got," Han said. Winter stopped Leia from slapping the smuggler. He laughed at her irate face. "C'mon sister, you're gonna be taking your clothes off for strange Imperials. Gonna be a prude when your captain asks for a tip?"

"He has a point, Leia. A man like him has surely watched many such performances. He can give you pointers." Winter had always known how to soothe her ruffled princess. "Let me go first. Captain, find some music while I go change."

She picked up her carrybag and vanished into the crew quarters. Han searched around and found a music cube he thought would work.

Leia sat down, feeling distinctly uncomfortable. This mission was looking worse and worse. She fingered her newly-crimson hair. Han sat down on the acceleration couch beside her, a little closer than she would have liked.

When Winter reappeared, she was draped in gossamer the color of flame. Red tatters about her knees shaded into dagged orange edges at her hips to yellow over her breasts. The single shoulder strap was white. She stood on scarlet glittersilk shoes, with dangerously high heels and fragile straps that wound almost to her knees. "Music," she requested.

Han started the cube, and a slow driving rhythm started. Leia watched as Winter smiled and began to sway with the music. She caught the tempo and danced. Swirling like live fire, she dipped and fluttered, shaking her hips and rolling her shoulders. She faced them, and with a sly smile, dropped the orange gossamer. The red remained low on her hips, translucent when she passed the light. The yellow remained at her shoulder, her breasts free and more visible through it now.

Leia was amazed at the effortless look to the hip thrusts. The song ended, and Winter was still mostly covered. A second started, this one faster. Winter matched it. Halfway through, she dropped the yellow on a turn. When she faced them again, she rolled her ribcage so her breasts stood out. The cold air of the ship had peaked her nipples. She tipped a wink at Leia, and moved a bit closer to Han.

She teased him, shimmying just out of his reach, her breasts at eye level, as she sucked her index finger suggestively. The lewd grin on his face showed he was definitely enjoying himself. Suddenly, she swirled out with a high kick. When her leg came down, so did the red.

Naked she finished out the song. Leia was breathing hard at the performance. Winter was incredibly beautiful, at home in her body and confident of her motion. Leia only hoped she wouldn't trip over her own feet when it was her turn. She could dance, as befitted nobility, but this as something different. Primal, sexual and so very common.

"Wow," was all Han had to say. He stared at Winter as she gathered her clothing and disappeared into the guest cabin. She came out dressed in a beige jumpsuit and sat beside Leia.

"Can you try it, Princess?" she asked. Leia shook her head, unable to put her fear of humilation into words.

"I'll go check the stabilizers," Han muttered, heading for the cargo hold.

Leia looked at Winter, still flushed. Her childhood friend and playmate had just shown a completely different side. Winter smiled back.

"I tuned you on, didn't I?" she whispered, sliding a little closer. "Don't be embarrassed, Leia. I meant to. Here." She brushed a flutterflit-light kiss across Leia's mouth.

Leia pulled back. She'd never kissed a woman before. "Winter, I--"

"It's fine. Just kiss me, Princess. We'll have to when we dance together. It drives the men wild." Winter leaned in again, and kissed her. This time, Leia opened to it, and kissed her back, her desires making her greedy and heedless.

"Winter, teach me to dance. But first-"

"I know. The guest cabin locks. Let's go see how effective it is."

Han continued running the basic flight tests until he was pretty sure the ladies would have cooled down. He needed to cool down too. As he passed the guest cabin, he heard a sound he hadn't heard for a while. He stopped. It sounded like a moan.

Despite Winter's comment, neither had locked the door, each thinking the other had done so. Han peeked in, just to see if the women were all right. The moan had worried him, or aroused him, he wasn't sure which.

Leia lay on the bunk, her head thrown back, a steady series of gasps coming from her throat as Winter ran gentle fingers between her spread legs and kissed her neck. Han watched as Winter slid down the princess's body to brush soft kisses over her belly and between her legs.

His hand drifted to where his erection was pressing against his pants. He rubbed it in slow circles as he watched Winter slip three fingers into Leia's cunt. The white-haired woman's mouth was everywhere, teasing the princess's nipples, licking at her clit, kissing the gasps away as Leia climaxed, exploding into orgasm until she was reduced to weak panting.

Han made a hasty retreat before either of the women could see him. He leaned against a packing crate in the hold, and opened his trousers. Three strokes, imagining Winter's talented mouth, had him coming as hard as Leia had.

Amazingly, the rest of the trip was much less tense. Leia and Winter practiced in the main lounge, and Han kept to himself. He did watch and offer advice, but only when they asked. He knew Winter and Leia were indulging on each other at every chance, and it showed in Leia's movement. She was smoother and more sensual. He'd been right when he decided several months ago that she really needed to get laid.

Leia practiced every day, stretching, making herself move further every time. Winter was a good teacher, and she had the benefit of basic ritual dances on Alderaan. And the way Winter rewarded her when she'd done exceptionally well only made her want to work harder. She was almost looking forward to the assignment.

They landed on Drinit. Han went on a scouting trip, finding the dancepalaces, especially those that boasted human women. He sampled the pleasures of the main ones, and narrowed it down to three choices, with a couple alternates, before returning to tell the ladies.

"The bad news is that Drinit has a slave-based economy. No free women work in the dancepalaces. Forging ownership papers is no problem. Are you all right with that? I'll buy you out at the end of the mission."

Leia looked at Han, measuring how much she trusted him. He put up a mercenary front, but underneath there was a streak of loyalty that no credits could ever buy. No money would ever make him sell Chewbacca out, and she was sure he knew, down to the last credit, how much he could get for turning Luke or herself over to the Imperials. If he said he'd come back, he would do it.

"I trust you," Leia said finally. Winter followed her princess' lead.

Han spent a couple hours forging paperwork on the women. It was slightly less complicated than his usual paperwork on the Falcon. The basic form was standard, and he created a history for them both, with a few embellishments from the ladies themselves. They dug in the various containers in the hold, and Han was appalled to see he still had a slaver's line from the little adventure with Zlarb some years earlier.

"I gotta clean out my crates more often," he muttered, making sure the controlbox was dead before closing the collars on the women's necks. They tugged the collars, getting comfortable.

The afternoon was more difficult than any had expected. The first two places had full slates and weren't buying more dancers. The next wanted a demonstration, and decided Fire and Ice wasn't quite the act they were looking for. The last and sleaziest, the one Han had hoped to avoid, bought them outright, five thousand credits for the pair.

"Do come back and see them, spacer. They'll be something worth seeing in a couple weeks. Too bad you couldn't afford to keep them." The oily proprietor saw Han to the door, then turned on the women. "Your cages are this way, in the common room. We start you with two sets a day. Make money, and we move you to more lucrative time-slots. Make a lot of money, and you can share a real room with a bed. Make a big name for yourself, and you get a private room, and don't have to dance anymore."

Leia and Winter tossed a quick glance at each other. This sounded really bad. Leia held her head high, knowing she was doing it all for the Alliance. Winter took her lead from her Princess.

"No talking. Not to each other, not on stage. Only to clients if they ask. Your new homes. You'll be in here when you're not dancing or out for mandatory exercise and practice."

The cages were big enough to sit up and lie down. They were not big enough to stand. A thin pad covered the floor, and a blanket lay atop it.

Leia sat down on the pad, finding it did little to cushion her from the stone floor. Winter lay down, hoping to catch a nap since her hours would be irregular from here on out. Food was delivered, and they ate. The exercise period was announced, and their cages were unlocked.

"The new girls?" sighed the trainer, an askjian. She looked them over. "Nice pair. Let's see your moves." When she was satisfied, she nodded. "Lunch rush. You're too good for midafternoon. You'll dance tomorrow."

The night dragged for Leia. Winter, who'd found herself in far more uncomfortable straits during her missions, slept well. The morning meal came, and at midmorning, the dance mistress let them out to warm up.

Leia was prodded onto the stage first, wearing white and blue, spangled with crystal beads. The costume was loose, and almost modestly long. She took the first song slowly, teasing her audience with a flash of thigh, a bared shoulder.

Winter came out for the second. Leia stayed in the background and continued to tease, letting Winter have the spotlight as she strutted and taunted the men. At the third piece, they came together, teasing each other, their hands light and sly as they stripped each other.

Naked, except for the precarious shoes, they danced together, rubbing against each other, kissing with open, wet mouths. Winter turned Leia to face the audience, and stood behind her. They did a slow body roll as Winter's hands stroked Leia's breasts, teasing the nipples erect. One stayed to cup and pinch as the other slid down her body and spread her legs.

The sweet pink twat brought a gasp of approval from the men, more so when Winter slid one finger into it, opening Leia, showing the delights to be had. Leia tipped back and kissed her friend as the song ended, and they froze.

"Very nice, pretties. Ice, you're to go out to table six. The gentlemen there want you for a private show. Fire, they want you in booth two." The askjian beamed with pleasure. "You girls were made for this."

Leia desperately hoped it wasn't true as she made her way to table six. Three men there hoisted her to stand on the table. "Dance for us, pretty Ice. Let's see if we can melt you."

She danced, naked, and confined by the small table, flaunting her breasts, going into a deep squat and spreading for her audience. She ignored their commentary, and wishes that they could afford her, and waited for the song to end.

"On my lap, dolly. Dance on my lap," said one of them, pulling her to him.

She straddled his lap, feeling his hard cock through his pants. Her mind was a million miles away, as she fixed a slutty look on her face and wriggled, shimmied and rubbed herself against him. He was sporting a glazed look when the song ended.

"Vard came off for her. Let's see if she's any good for me," said the man on her right, who pulled her onto his lap as the next song began.

One by one, she danced for them all, enduring their hands, the feel of their cocks through their rough pants, and the crude commentary.

"Come on boys, we've had all the fun we can afford. This little one gets a room, and we'll skip the dancing part."

"Yeah, see if she's any good dancing on her back."

Leia dragged back to the training room, every muscle in her legs aching, and her crotch chafed from rubbing against the cloth.

"Ice, straight into the hot soak with you," commanded the trainer after a single look. "Then come see me for some ointment."

Winter was already in the soaking tub, her eyes closed, and head back.

Leia hissed as the raw spot on her thigh came into contact with the steaming water. "Helluva job" she mumbled under her breath, hoping the water would cover.

"Had worse." Winter climbed out of the soak, and Leia watched her. She wished she could keep her pretty friend and lover all to herself, that they could share their pleasures behind closed doors instead of on-stage for the delection of men.

They worked the lunch rush all week. Many times they were requested for tables. Leia had not yet been summoned to a booth. At the end of the week, the earnings were posted. This was a ceremony in which all the slaves took part. The owner tacked the notice up, and read a roster of girls who had made the quota to move up to better quarters. Then he read the list of those who had not made enough to keep their quarters. The latter were beaten in front of the others and sent back to the cages in the common room.

"Excellent, ladies," said the trainer, her big arms around Leia and Winter. "You've got a shared room. This means, after you dance, you are available for the next eight hours to anyone who wants you. Been nice having you. I'll check in weekly."

They moved into the small room. It afforded them a bit more privacy. But Leia found she wasn't crazy about the duties that went with it. Winter seemed to take it all in stride, as if nothing the men did to her body could affect her. Leia felt constantly dirty, and washed often. The only time she felt right was when Winter touched her, and then only privately. Watching men cheapened the touch, left her feeling as if her secrets were revealed. She had taken to detaching her mind from her reality as she danced or let the men fuck her. As long as she made the right noises and wiggled, they didn't notice.

Winter was right in the council meeting. Men did talk in bed. Leia became a repository of secrets ranging from how one sergeant cheated at sabbac to the current shipping schedule. Winter's visitors had been equally profitable. The next week dragged though and Han didn't come for them. Leia told all her new information to Winter, in hasty whispers, knowing the other woman's eidetic memory would hold it better than her own drifting mind.

The next week, they retained their double room and were moved to a later, more lucrative shift. Word was getting around about the two of them.

Their best client was a major, who liked to have them both. He would come in, watch them dance, and then take both of them back to the room they shared. He would lie still, while the two of them sucked him off, kissing each other in the process. He always hired the room for half the night, allowing himself plenty of time to watch them cuddle, kiss and lick each other. He especially liked to watch Leia sucking Winter's pale nipples, and would have her continue until they were bright red from arousal. Afterward, he would let one lie on each side, and whisper as he stroked their hair and toyed with their bodies.

Very late, just before local dawn, when all the guests had left and the dancepalace was closed, Winter would hold Leia, kissing her, and promising this nightmare would end.

Their major came, but earlier than was usual. He watched them dance through their set, a nasty smile on his face. He took them up to their room, his hands more possessive and rougher than usual.

"Something different tonight, pretty ladies. The usual, first, and then sweet Fire and I are going to play until she burns. Ice, when I finish with you, they want you back on the floor." He lay back on the bed and opened his pants. His cock stood straight up in anticipation of the women.

Leia took the right and Winter the left as they always did. They kissed each other around his shaft, licking their way up and down, tongues darting over him and into each other's mouths. The major's hands found their hair. He caught a large fistful of each and pulled them off. He shoved Leia's face down on his cock. She opened her mouth and took him in.

"Fire, finger fuck her for me."

Winter obeyed, kneeling behind her princess to slide two slim fingers with blue-laquered nails into the wet pink slit. The mirror behind her showed everything. Leia pressed back, moaning for more around the mouthful of cock.

"More fingers. See if you can get your whole hand in her," the major said.

Winter tried valiently. Leia was moaning steadily, and could feel the major's cock getting harder. She sucked him in all the way and moaned hard. He came, just as Winter wrung an orgasm from her.

"Such pretty girls. So sensitive." The major's fingers closed hard on one of Leia's stiff nipples and pulled. She gasped, but never quit licking him clean. He shoved her away, heedless of Winter's hand still inside her. "Enough of you, slut. Leave. I'm going to quench the lovely Fire."

Leia fled the room. In the hall, she checked for blood, seeing if Winter's nails had scratched her as badly as it felt. She made her way downstairs, knowing that even the major didn't have enough money to buy Winter's death, his threat to quench her aside.

"Ah, Ice. Your former owner wants you at table seven."

Leia hated table seven. It was in the far corner, too far for safety, and very private. She'd been fucked more than once in that corner by men who'd only paid for a dance. Han was sitting there, enjoying the floor show. Leia stepped onto the table, but he pulled her down to his lap.

"How else and I gonna hear your info, Your Worship?" he hissed in her ear. "Nice and slow, like they expect."

Leia adjusted herself over Han's narrow lap, his gunbelt cold and sharp against her skin. "You're loving this, aren't you? Winter's in a lot of trouble. I think the Major suspects we're more than just dancing slaves, and he's going to hurt her. Get us out. The convoy lifts tonight, and will make the asteroid belt by early tomorrow morning. Winter has the real details."

"I have enough to buy you both. Mmm, can you rub like that again?" he asked as she moved her tits across his chest, the hard nipples barely brushing him.

"Stop it. This is all business." She rubbed her crotch against his, feeling his hardness, trying to soak his pants, like so many men liked.

"And you're quite the professional, darlin'." The smug grin was insufferable, and Leia vowed to make the Corellian pay for these moments of pleasure.

The song ended, and he lifted her onto the table. "Stay put, girl!" he said, loudly enough to draw attention from several tables.

"Is there a problem, sir?" asked the big half-Houk bouncer.

Han looked up into the ugly squarish features. "No problem. Just want her to stay put while I see if I can buy her back."

"Let me bring her along." The bouncer caught a handful of Leia's hair and towed her with them as he led Han to the office.

"Regretting your sale, spacer?" the owner asked.

"Nah, just missing my girls. I had some luck, and wanted to buy them back."

"Sentimental Corellian," the owner chuckled. He named an exorbitant price.

"Done," Han said. He programmed a case, and removed a few things from it before pushing the rest in the direction of the owner. "Gems and other crystalline forms, some negotiable securities. Should be enough."

The owner's small eyes went even smaller with greed. "Yes, yes, take them both. This is more than they could earn in a year."

"Got anything you need, sweetie?" Han asked Leia, pulling her out of the bouncer's grip and to himself. She faked enough passion to kiss him convincingly. "Good to have you back." They stood up

"Oh, don't interrupt the client who has Fire. He'll be done soon enough." His words fell on an empty room.

Han barreled up the stairs, Leia giving directions behind him. He burst in on a scene out of nightmare.

Winter was chained spread-eagle, her back marked with welts, shaking so much the chains rattled. The major knelt between her feet, working on fitting an eighth finger into her cunt. He peered out between her spread legs at the spacer who had interrupted his fun.

"And what are you doing?" he demanded.

"That's my property you're damaging." Han came around front of Winter, and gently removed the biting clamps that had drawn blood from her nipples. The iceplasters came next. "That is frostbite," Han indicated a greyish-red patch on Winter's skin. "And it's on my slave. Get out of here." The cold hate in his eyes frightened and exhilarated Leia at once. Han's hand went for his blaster and the major fled.

Leia helped him take Winter out of the chains, and took her to the small fresher to clean up what they could. "Han!" she called through the door. "Get me a blanket. He filled her with ice. She's chilling badly." He heard water running, and got all the blankets he could find.

"Hurry, ladies," he said. "If this comlink is right, our friend is coming back with help."

"Out the window," Leia said, helping a blanket-wrapped Winter. Han had brought their basic jumpsuits and they dressed quickly. "There is a fire exit. Hurry."

A wild sprint through the streets of Kitnik to spaceport took the women's last remaining strength. They saw no troopers, but didn't want to press their luck. Han lifted, fast, hard and illegally.

Once off planet, they took shelter on an asteroid Han had selected. The hijacking went off without a hitch. Robo-barges were incredibly stupid machinery. They were also incredibly slow. The outbound trip had taken them two weeks. The return, with the barges in tow was three times asa long.

Winter healed quickly, with help from the Falcon's medicouch. Leia spent her time with Winter and avoiding Han. He had seen her naked. She had writhed on his lap like the slave-slut she was pretending to be. She had felt his cock through his pants, felt it harden as he gave that smug, insolent grin. In those moments, it was very easy to hate him, to think of him as just another in the line of men who had used her. Then she would remember the hatred in his eyes, the anger at what had been done to Winter, and she knew it was all an act. He had come back for them. He had paid the ridiculously high price for them, money he could ill-afford, she knew. He had treated them well since the hijacking.

"Princess?" Han's voice stirred her fully awake. "Would you and Winter like to have dinner with me?" She just stared at the invitation. "Or I can bring it here."

"No, no, we'll come out. Thank you, Captain."

The food was simple, but well prepared. As Leia ate, she re-evaluated the pilot. "Captain, I must apologize. I've been most ungrateful. You've been very helpful this trip, and I thank you for that. And for the purchase. I know what you sold us for, and I know it took ten times that to buy us back."

Han laughed. "You thought that was real stuff? Nah. Those were cheap glowstones tarted up to look like flamegems. And the securities are forged. Did a damn good job too, if you want to know. I'm out the contents of two old crates, fifty credits tops. Plus the 20 for your dance. And that was worth it."

"You will not mention that again!" Leia's voice was ice and fury.

"Leia," Winter said softly. "Half the imperial garrison saw us naked. Do you really care that Han, who has been so good to us, got to as well?"

"Yes! I'll never see those imperials again, but Captain Solo is with the rebellion, and will doubtless let it slip in one of the pilots' drunken sprees." Her voice dropped to a mocking, drunken slur, "Yeah, but her worshipfulnesh, now she givesh a real lap dansh." Leia turned to Winter, and added. "He might even do it in front of unfriendlies."

Han stood up, and the anger was back on his face. Leia looked up and realized exactly how much bigger than her he was. His voice was quiet and hard. "Is that what you think of me, Princess? A drunken gossipy fool? One who would betray you, and the mission like that? If I wanted to sell you to the Empire, I'd go straight to Vader himself and get the wealth of eight systems. Have I done that?"

"No, but nothing says you won't tomorrow. You are a mercenary, after all."

"No, I won't." He bent in and kissed her. Surprised she drew back, but his arms were around her and she couldn't move. "I won't. You and the kid flew in under my radar, but no one, not ever, says that Han Solo sells out his friends."

"Friends don't kiss like that." Leia was shaken. This was the most sincerity she'd ever seen from the man and it startled her.

"I'd like it to be more." He raised his eyes to include Winter. "With both of you. But if you don't want me..."

"It would be the gracious thing to do, Leia," Winter said softly.

"Hey, no pity, no grace, no gratitude. I want this to be just good friends, having some fun. No strings."

"All right." Leia said, neutrally. As she and Winter followed Han to his cabin, Winter pulled her back and kissed her.

"Leia, it will be fine. He'll be good to us." Her princess did not look convinced.

Han sat down on his bunk, wondering at his luck. Two gorgeous women. He'd seen them dance, watched them love, and won their trust and gratitude. Now he was going to enjoy them both. This was too much of a good thing. He'd have to keep an eye peeled for the forthcoming bad luck. As he watched the women take off their clothes, he knew the bad was going to be really awful, because this was so good.

They sat down, one on either side. Winter curled in immediately and kissed him. She tasted his mouth, enjoying having a man that wanted her. Leia waited her turn, less than impressed.

When he put an arm around Leia, he felt her stiffen. Without a word, Han let go, tugged off his boots, and stood up to take his own clothes off. Leia lay back on the double bunk, and winter lay beside her. Han watched as they kissed, seeing the way Leia melted so sweetly against Winter's body. He didn't know what the imps had done to the Princess down on that hellworld, but he was going to make them pay anyway he could.

Leia opened an eye and saw him standing beside the bed, naked and hard as durasteel. She reached up, and closed her hand around his cock, tugging him gently to join them. The honor and reputation of all Corellian men at stake, he knelt on the foot of the bed. Leia let go of Winter and rolled onto her back with a welcoming smile.

"Sweetheart, don't lay there with a come-fuck-me smile and I'm-gonna-kill-you eyes. That's not a turn-on." Han pulled her up to sit facing him. "If you don't want me, tell me now. I won't take you if you don't. We can just play with Winter together, if that's all you want."

The white-haired woman had sat up as well, and kissed Leia again, before returning to kiss Han. "If that's what you two want, I'm pleased."

Leia took her friend's face in her hands and kissed her long and deep. "I'd rather have you than any man, my sweet Winter."

Together, she and Han stroked the larger woman's body, alternating kisses. Leia nuzzled Winter's breasts as Han cupped them. Her hands slid over Winter's curves and one found its way between her legs.

Winter was wet and ready, and Leia slipped a gentle finger inside her, moistening it before moving out to rub circles over her soft twat. Han swallowed Winter's moans with his kisses, his big hands covering her breasts, when Leia replaced her finger with her tongue.

"Leia, I want Han inside me while you do that," Winter managed.

"Better change positions," Han murmured across her neck. Leia kissed a yes across the soft lower lips.

Han sat back on the edge of the bunk and put Winter on his lap. He brought his knees up between hers, separating them. She tilted her head back for a kiss, and sucked on his tongue as he lowered her onto his cock.

Leia slid between their parted legs and ran her tongue over Winter's pussy. As she sucked the prominent clit, she listened to Winter climax over and over around the pilot's cock. Curious, she ran her tongue along the base. Han tasted slightly sweet, and very much of Winter. He felt nice under her tongue.

As he pulled out a bit, she licked all of him she could reach, and when he thrust in, she sucked on winter's clit. Both of them gasped their pleasure.

"Change your mind, sweetheart?" Han asked.

She answered him by running a wet tongue over his balls and following it by blowing cool air. She chuckled as they drew up tight against his body, and returned to her pattern.

Han shoved deep into Winter, and she arched against him in one final spasm. He came down, slowly, feeling the errant splashes being licked away. He slowly pulled out, and Leia caught him in her mouth, licking away the mingled juices.

Winter moved off his lap, and lay back to let Leia clean her out better. The Princess dove in eagerly. Han watched, hearing Winter's exhaustion in the way her orgasms came in faint whimpers instead of the loud cries of earlier.

Leia finished and moved up to kiss Winter. Then she turned to Han and kissed him. "Please me as you did her."

"You sure, Princess?"

She pulled him in for a hard kiss. She tasted like Winter, and himself, and most of all like Leia. The Leia he'd wanted for a year now.

"Lay back." He stroked big strong hands down her sides and along her legs. Winter rolled on to her side and kissed Leia's temple, petting her hair. "You're so beautiful," he whispered as he kissed her neck gently. "Brave, strong, and fearless." The kisses worked their way over the plateau of her chest and across her nipples. His tongue was firm and brought them hard in an instant. More praise, all the things he found exciting about her, accompanied his kisses across her belly.

The big hands tipped her hips up and he licked her slit. His tongue was careful and knowing. He was almost as good at eating her as Winter was. Leia tangled her fingers in his hair and closed her legs against his head as she climaxed hard, trying to draw him in further.

Winter kissed and stroked her lover, building the arousal. It was good to see Leia accepting a man. Perhaps Han could undo some of the damage the imperials had done to Leia's desires. She was too young, too vibrant, to be locking herself into one way of loving.

When her clit retreated under its hood, Han did not pursue. He took it as a sign she was overstimulated, and slid up to lay beside her, kissing and playing with her body until Leia turned to him and rubbed against his cock. It came alive against the satin of her thigh.

"Do you want me, Princess?"

"Yes," she said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Her teeth worried at his nipples through the dark hair of his chest. He shivered at the sensation.

"You really want me?"

"Han Solo, if you don't stop asking me--" Knowing that temper would go nowhere pleasurable, he kissed the rest of the words right out of her mouth.

"Just making sure, doll. You want the top?" She shoved him onto his back and swung astride his hips. Like all Corellians, Han was well built, and she lowered herself slowly, enjoying every millimeter. His hands rubbed her ass, cupping it, and squeezing gently.

"Nice," she grinned down at him.

"That all you got to say about the pride of Corel, sweetheart? Nice?" he teased her.

"Mmm-hmmm." She rode him to a spectacular orgasm, and he caught her hands as they came down to pin his shoulders. "Very nice. More." He let her pin his shoulders, giving her an illusion of control.

Han held back, letting Leia satisfy herself on his body. He knew this was what she needed, a man devoted to her pleasure, not out for himself. Not that he'd kick too much about coming for her. He stroked her back, and arms, felt the smooth strength of her thighs. He hoped this wouldn't be a one-time thing.

Wrung out, Leia lay down on his chest, twining her fingers through the curls there. "So nice. Thank you, Han."

"Any time, Princess. Could I finish? Or do you want to rest then go again?"

"Oh, please, finish."

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her to his chest, and began to move. She was so tight and warm, he felt like he was going to explode by the second thrust. But he held out for a few more. Corellians did have a reputation, and he was committed to doing his best to uphold it.

This time, he wasn't sure if the stars were in his head or out of the porthole as he came. Leia kissed him, catching his gasp. He loved the taste of her. They lay together for a few moments, kissing, then Leia moved off.

The bunk was almost big enough for the three of them. Leia pressed close to the bulkhead, and Winter cuddled as close as she could. Sleep was warm and sweet for all three.

"So, generals. We have the contents of the robobarges, for the repair and expansion of our fleet. We also bring word that Darth Vader is not only alive, but fully recovered from the injuries of Yavin. He has begun spreading terror through imperial ranks again. Lastly, the emperor is working on a new secret project. I suggest we keep our sources and information lines open and see if we can learn more about this."

Leia finished her presentation to the Alliance High Command. "I would like to recommend Winter for decoration as befits one injured in the line of duty. And a commendation for Captain Solo, who went above and beyond his obligations." She looked over at the smuggler who tipped her a rakish wink.

"So noted, Princess. Dismissed," announced Dodonna.

The room emptied. Leia gathered the datacubes and found her hand caught by one of Han's.

"So, uh, Princess. How's the bed in your quarters?"

"Larger than your bunk. Want to try it?"

"Lead the way, sweetheart."

Suddenly, the grin didn't seem so overbearing and smug. It looked warm and promising, and Leia stretched up to kiss it with a promise of her own.