A big thanks to Seams2Be for sharing this little 'missing moments' piece with us. This is from Tatooine Ghost while Han is left out in the desert all night.
Between a Rock and a Hard Place by Seams2Be
"The Seven Hells of Corellia are nothing compared to Tatooine" were the last words Han Solo had muttered before succumbing to unconsciousness. Han had enough foresight to find a reasonably safe hiding place to wait out the unrelenting Tatooine sandstorm. The canyon crevice would shield him from the Tie's radar detection and keep larger predators from being able to reach him. Once his swoop bike refused to travel anymore, Han set out on foot in the Tatooine desert, unsure of where he was going, except to give death a challenge. Heat exhausted and critically dehydrated, Han could no longer remain conscience once he found his temporary safe place between the hard rocks.
"Han," Leia whispered. "Han," Leia stated again, caressing his face.
Han slowly opened his eyes. Luscious deep green palms and ferns surrounded him. The air was thick with the sweet scent of plumeria. He could hear the steady rhythm of a slow soft rain. The moisture in the air, felt good on his skin, cool and refreshing.
"Han, are you going to sleep away the day?" Leia coaxed him in a slightly sensual voice.
Han became aware he was sleeping in a rather large and luxurious hammock, surrounded by piles of soft brown pillows. He felt dizzy and confused. "I must have fallen into a deep sleep, I dreamt I was on Tatooine," he said as he tried to clear his head.
Leia laughed, "The Seven Hells of Corellia are nothing compared to Tatooine." She held a Gizer ale to Han's lips, "here have a sip."
He took a long drink. "Where's the painting?" he questioned Leia.
"What painting?" Leia replied almost dreamily.
Han looked at his wife. "You’re beautiful."
Leia was a vision of exotic beauty. Her long chestnut hair was a cascade of curls, half pinned up and secured with two golden yellow tropical flowers. The rest of her hair fell into spirals as dense as the rainforest that surrounded them. Leia's long dress was a mesmerizing swirl of deep greens, blues and browns. It reminded him of a hidden lagoon. Her bare shoulders looked like they were kissed by the sun, not quite the creamy tone he was used to.
Han looked down and saw he was dressed in casual linen pants and an equally comfortable button down linen shirt, both in the color of sand. He and Leia were barefoot and relaxing in the doublewide hammock, made of durable white cotton. The breeze rippled through the white canopy, which covered their resting retreat. The gentle rocking of the hammock, made Han's head spin a bit. He couldn't quite figure out where he was.
"Leia, where are we?" he whispered.
His petite wife, who was lying next to him in the hammock, raised herself up to a seated position. “Don't you remember? You brought us here to this Lania'ha bungalow for a romantic getaway. Maybe that fall you took this morning hurt your head more than we thought."
"No, I'm fine" Han said quietly.
Now that Leia was sitting up, he could see just how ravishing she looked. He looked longingly into her deep brown eyes, getting lost in his own desire. He pulled her on top of him and kissed her with a hunger that he hadn't known before, as if it would be the last kiss of his life. Their tongues taunted each other, plunging deeper inside revealing a world of untapped desires within Han.
Han was still feeling somewhat perplexed by his awakening; however he quickly shook it off. He frantically felt the intense need to make love to Leia. He immediately turned his focus on fully pleasuring his princess. He caressed her shoulders, hungrily kissing the nape of her neck, lingering just below her earlobe. Within seconds he had her fully aroused. Han knew she was safe in his strong seductive arms. She groaned lightly as his lips left her neck. Han continued kissing a trail of tantalization on and around her breasts. Leia's soft moans were music to his ears. Then without warning Han suddenly slid down her legs and began to lift up her dress as he continued his soulful kisses. He worked passionate kisses along her legs and thighs, stopping at her stomach that he knew was fluttering with excitement.
His breath was heated. He growled between kisses letting Leia know his animal instincts had taken over. Han was at the point of no return, he had to take his princess over the edge with him now. As if she read his mind, Leia quickly slipped off her dress to expose her beautiful naked body dripping with sweat. Han took one look at her lustful grin and rapidly shed his clothes. He too was covered in sweat. Han was on fire, instinctively he began to grind his hips against Leia – feeling her arching her hips against his, he knew she wanted him as desperately as he did her. He gave her a slow deep kiss as he found his way between her open and willing legs. They quickly became intertwined and their feverish ecstasy continued to rapidly rise.
Suddenly something flashed across the corner of Han's eye. "Rats? No wait, Squibs! Leia, what the hell are Squibs doing here?"
He looked down to where a breathless Leia was eagerly joining him but Leia had disappeared. Han looked around frantically, he couldn't see Leia anywhere.
"Leia!" Han screamed but no words came from his now parched mouth. The tropical paradise melted away and intense dry heat consumed him. "Get away from me, you miserable vermin." Han tried to kick away the Squibs.
Suddenly Leia was in front of him, caressing his face, tears falling onto his blistered skin. Tears, water, kisses landed on his dry lips. The hazy fog lifted for a moment and Han remembered where he was.
He forced his telltale grin, "Hey beautiful, got a Gizer?" He managed to barely whisper.
Leia had once again saved him from a Tatooine hell, literally between a rock and a hard place.
Great Job, Seams2Be! Thank you so much for sharing. Hopefully you will inspire others to do the same!