Joint Story: The Sequel - Chapter 23

Once inside the darkened establishment, Han’s nostrils were filled with the aroma of a hundred different alcoholic concoctions and dozens of different species who had all stopped by for any number of reasons.  Some might be taking a little break on their way home from work, others could be celebrating.  Even more common were the ones who had stopped by to drink away their sorrows. 

He wasn’t quite sure what he was doing there.  He had a woman on his arm who seemed quite thrilled to be with him, and it made him recall that there was a time when that wasn’t an unusual occurrence.  It wasn’t so long ago that he was living a very different life, and he constantly wondered whether or not he actually missed it. 

There had been so much freedom in being his own boss and taking jobs when it was convenient.  Sure, he still had to work for a living, but he wasn’t answering to Rebel officers and certainly not to stuck-up, self important princesses who seemed to take great joy in judging his every move.  Who did she think she was?  At this point he was starting to wonder if she’d ruined his life. 

“Hey,” he heard from next to him, looking down to see Lohree staring up at him with eyes like she’d just won some sort of contest.  “Should we get something to drink?”  Her sentence was punctuated with a hand that slid down his back and then a little lower and he tried to remember when the last time was that anyone had touched him like that.  He knew it wouldn’t take much effort to have her doing whatever he wanted. 

“Sure,” he replied.  “Why don’t you go grab us something and I’ll look for a table. 

She smiled and slinked off, running her hand along his body as she disappeared toward the crowded bar.  He had hardly even been able to hear her over the loud music.  Why was it always so damn loud?  Once he found a table and seated himself, his eyes scanned the room.  There were happy beings, angry ones, and many somewhere in between.  It was the kind of scene he’d witnessed on dozens of planets in between hundreds of smuggling runs.  He even saw a few men who looked like pilots similar to himself not so long ago. 

He had some fond memories of that life.  But all of that freedom had come at the price of never having much of a home of his own.  Chewie was the only one he could count on.  Running his fingers through his hair, he shut his eyes and pictured Leia looking up at him with those brown eyes and telling him that she loved him.  Han knew she wasn’t lying.  If anything, all that time she had fought so hard against him she had only been lying to herself.  They may have been at war now, but there was still hope for a future and a life together.  Was any of it worth it without that? 

He didn’t want his old life back.  He had managed to convince himself once that it was what he really wanted, but he didn’t think he’d be able to stand it anymore.  Seeing the holo of their wedding has unlocked the last of the missing memories of that evening for him.  All of it had come back: how she looked, how she smelled, the feel of her warm body pressed against his, and the sweet taste of her mouth when they'd kissed so passionately.  He remembered telling her that he loved her, and meaning every word, and he couldn't erase the memory of the look on her face when he'd said it.  There was simply no more denying it.

“There you are,” he heard a familiar voice say as he looked up to find Lohree scooting into the booth next to him and handing him a drink. 

Every bit of her that could be touching him was, and he was again remembering how much he’d missed having a woman’s touch.  If only this wasn’t the wrong woman…

He took a sip of his drink, cringing when the overly sweet flavor hit his lips and he remembered that he hadn’t told her what he wanted.  “What’s this?” 

“Marlberry twister,” Lohree said.  “It’s my favorite so I thought you might like it.”

Han briefly wondered what his old smuggling buddies would’ve said if they’d caught him with such a girlie drink in front of him.  Although having a girl to go with it might have helped to shut them up.  Then he thought of this woman’s poor, hapless husband who was so obviously being used for his money.  Was this really the kind of woman he wanted to spend even one night with? 

He felt her hand on his thigh, her fingers trailing lightly as she continued to look at him adoringly.  He could probably be with her somewhere private in less than ten minutes…

I love you, Han Solo.

The words echoed in his mind; Leia’s husky voice etching them into his memory for all eternity.  He realized how much he longer to hear her say them again.  How much he wanted to kiss her again.  How much he wanted to wake up next to her tomorrow and every day after that…

He slammed his fist down on the table and causing Lohree jump in the seat next to him.  His hand came to rest over his eyes as he was overwhelmed with a combination of frustration and anger and love toward that petite brunette who was causing him so much heartache. 

Gods, damn it! 

He had to know.  For sure this time.  He wasn’t going to let her run away.  There was nothing more he’d do here tonight without knowing with complete certainty where he stood with her and what she was willing to do with it.  And truth be told, Lohree would always be there tomorrow if Leia shut him out again. 

“What’s wrong?” the woman next to him asked. 

You’re not her, he wanted to say, but instead replied, “I’m sorry, I have to go.” 

“But, what about…?” she began but he cut her off.

“I need to talk to my wife first,” he said before tossing some credits on the table for the drink and walking out of the cantina and back to the Falcon. 

Writing Outside of the Box

Since Zyra and I were actually in the same house together, we decided to sit down and write a post together.  This is the result of that collaboration!  We literally passed the laptop between us as we wrote our thoughts down.  Hopefully they get you guys thinking and commenting and maybe we can do another before she leaves next week.  :-)

Writing Outside of the Box

One of the concerns we often have with writing the blog is that we sometimes feel like people will read what we're writing and take us as the authority on all things Han and Leia.  Well, we're not.  We'd like to think that we are just offering a place for all of us to discuss our favorite couple and have open discussions about the many possibilities when it comes to writing about them.  So we'd like to think that people aren't reading what we're writing and seeing something that goes against something they were maybe thinking about writing and then deciding they can't post it.  We are only offering opinions here, so hopefully you are all still feeling free to write what you want to write as long as it's what you are interested in.

And just as we 'pushed the envelope' with the sexy times post last week, it's good to encourage each other to write Han and Leia maybe as they aren't always written.  It is the infinite number of different ways in which we can all see these characters that make the greatest stories or can make them if we were all to write them.  That isn't to say that we should all go off and write crazy, out of character stories just for the sake of being different.  It's just that we probably don't all see these characters exactly the same way, and we don't want the vocal majority to stifle the creativity of a few people who might have some different ideas but could be reluctant to post because they don't think that the rest of us will buy it.

Lady Peter recently shared with me (Push) her new fanfic writer's motto (I hope she doesn't mind that I'm sharing) and it was:  "Write the story that you would want to read."  I just loved that and it was exactly the message we wanted to get across with this post.  We all probably have enough to contend with dealing with our own internal critics, we certainly don't need to add the voices of a million (it's possible) readers that we are trying to please.  In the end, if you're able to write down a storyline, conversation, oneshot, etc. that you love then share it - chances are someone else will dig it, too.  Which brings us to feedback....

Oh, feedback.  Feedback can bring a writer the greatest feeling of accomplishment.  And lack of feedback can completely destroy their will to ever write again.  Silence in this case can be absolutely deafening.  Unless you've written something and posted and experienced the silence in response, you have no idea.  That is one of the reasons we often encourage you lurkers to come out of the woodwork.  Feedback is a tricky thing.  First, you should know that very, very rarely anywhere in the fandom do I ever recall seeing genuinely negative feedback.  And anytime I have, it was either an obvious troll just looking to be irrationally mean, or the writer of the story was obviously a troll writing something absurd to get a reaction.  So you probably shouldn't worry about negative feedback. 

It's lack of feedback that kills you.  The thing is, you can't let it bother you.  There can be any number of reasons for lack of response.  One thing you notice after posting for a while is that while the sexy time stories always get the most hits (yes, always)  they also often have the fewest reviews.  One potential theory I have on this is that people don't like to admit that they like those stories, or maybe just don't want their name attached to it, even though of course we are mostly anonymous.  Also, there are a lot of stories out there for us to be reading, and once you get to know and trust authors, you start to read them and comment.  But when new people show up, you don't necessarily jump at reading because you aren't sure if it's going to be worth it.  So if you don't give it a shot, and a lot of other people don't, either, then people don't wind up reading or reviewing. 

You really can't let that get to you.  You need to just keep writing what you want to write and trust that if you keep at it, people will eventually jump on board and become avid fans of your work.  My (Zyra) first few stories got very little attention.  Nobody was reading and reviewing.  But I kept on writing and eventually people started reading and reviewing more.  And I (Push) had only about one reviewer for my first story (which happened to be Zyra)...

So, get out there and write the stories you know you'd want to read but maybe are afraid to write.  Or does anyone have any comments on this?  Anyone feel like we've said some things on here that you disagree with but haven't spoken up on before?  We really do want to try and be open minded here.  Keep in mind that we are all just a bunch of creative types who can interpret things differently and only offer opinions.  Hopefully we can always respect each other's. 

Discuss...

   

Joint Story - Chapter 22

Joint Story - Chapter 22

Han turned a corner down the streets of Azterri and slowed his pace.  He had felt like running out of that room and for all he knew, maybe he did.  Looking around, he had no idea where he was and no inclination whatsoever to care anymore.  It was a cruel reflection of how he felt about life at that moment.  Watching that video had brought with it a certain amount of clarity that he was having trouble digesting.  These past few days with Leia had been rough.  He had continued, inexplicably, flirting with thoughts that maybe there could be something between them, that they actually had something to salvage like one of those other couples.  Inexplicably - until today.  He knew now after watching that holovid why it was so hard to let go of the feeling that there was something to save, something worth fighting for.  The way they were that night, the things he felt and said and did - they weren't just worth fighting for, they were everything.

He ran his hands through his hair and stopped, leaning against the side of a small building.  The streets leading away from the counseling session had been deserted, but they were becoming more crowded now.  Across the way he could see people dining in a large window and a few doors down from that he heard the sounds of live music and laughter.  It had been a long time since he had lived a normal life, since he had enjoyed the small pleasures of quaint dinners and seedy barrooms.  He missed that life, missed it at that moment more than ever.  Trying to make a life in the Rebellion had been one thing but trying to figure out Leia Organa - it had become unbearable.  He could not forget the words she had said to him that night before.  He was not an ignorant man, he didn't chase after things that were clearly unattainable.  He was a gambler, he liked to take risks, but not on the impossible.

"Han?"

He heard a voice call his name and he jerked up and away from the building to stand up straight.  He looked over to where the voice had come from and found Lohree staring up at him, a look of concern on her face.  Looking around for a moment, he realized that he hadn't made that many turns since leaving the counseling session and that it probably hadn't been that hard to follow him.  He cursed the last bit of hope that died inside of him as he looked passed Lohree to see if Leia was perhaps coming up from behind her.  He looked down to Lohree as she stood waiting for him to acknowledge her.  "Hey," he said, trying to curl his lips up into a smile that refused to come.  "What are you doing here?"

"Following you," she said.  "I saw you leave and..."  She stopped, her cheeks blushing red.  It reminded Han of Leia but not because it was similar to Leia but because Lohree's blush was different - it was not innocent.  "Well, I thought you might need someone to talk to," she added.

"I'm fine," he replied sharply.

"Oh, you don't have to be so stoic," she said, a strange humor in her tone.  "You and I both know what's going on here."

He pulled his eyebrows down toward his nose.  "What are you talking about?"

"I'm not stupid and if I'm any judge of character, neither are you or your wife."

He did not like Lohree talking about Leia and an angry heat rose inside of him.  It was a mixture of the protectiveness that he had always felt regarding his Princess but then something else, something entirely new, a raw raging apocalyptic fury that spawned from knowing that she didn't want to be his anything and never would.  "What's your point?"  Han said through gritted teeth.

"You want her," Lohree said the words slowly and deliberately as a torturer might deliver his killing blows.  "But she clearly doesn't want you."  She paused a moment to let Han absorb the fact and give him ample opportunity to argue. 

He remained silent. 

"But I do," Lohree said quietly, taking a step closer to Han.  "Want you."

Han stood there looking down at her dumbfounded.  It was not as if he had never been openly propositioned before but he had never found himself as conflicted as he did right then.  He was still far too angry to seriously consider her offer yet some part of him gnawed at him as to why.  Why not?  The voice asked contemptuously inside of him.  He refused to let her name break through to the surface of his thoughts.  She did not want nor deserve to be there any longer.  He took a deep breath and quickly glanced across the street.  Coming to some sort of a decision, any decision, seemed better than nothing at that moment.  He looked back down to Lohree and then reaching out and grabbing her bicep, he said, “C’mon.”  And then he led her across the street towards the music, the laughter and the other life that waited for him inside of that bar…

Joint Story: The Sequel - Chapter 21

Leia arrived at the meeting on time, finding Han sitting in his usual seat, arms crossed in front of him and not looking up when she took her spot next to him.  She almost wanted to apologize, but decided this wasn’t the time or place to do so, so she gave him what she expected he really wanted and instead kept her mouth shut.

“All right,” Ava began.  “Today we are going to take a look at the recordings of your wedding ceremonies.”

Leia’s eyes widened.  Perhaps this would only be used to help some of the couples.

“As some of you may not be aware given that you are off-worlders, we here on Azterri take holorecordings of all of our marriages to ensure that they are performed legally.”

Leia could tell that Han was just as surprised as she was at this revelation. 

“We’ve found that for a lot of couples it can help to be taken back to that moment when they were getting married, to see how happy they were and remember the hope that they held and be reminded that there was once a time when you were in love with that person and you can be again.”

While she was mildly curious what her “wedding” had looked like, another part of Leia was very nervous about what she might see.  She had been drugged, after all, and had no idea what she had really been acting like that night.

Ava dimmed the lights and pulled up the first video.  This exercise might not take so long.  Initially the course had begun with twelve couples, and at this point already three of them had pulled out and decided they could make things work. 

The first wedding they watched was a couple of Twi’leks that appeared to be quite amorous with each other on the recording.  From what Leia could tell though from their involvement with the group, their marriage had started to fall apart when both of them had wandering eyes and it was unclear whether one or both of them had gone off and had affairs.  It was unsettling to think that the couple she was watching, who appeared so happy with one another on their wedding day, could so soon after wind up unsatisfied. 

Next up they watched Kabe and Lohree.  These two seemed to serve as the poster children for divorce.  As Leia suspected, even on their wedding day the couple didn’t quite look right together.  Their vows seemed mechanical and their first kiss was awkward.  There seemed to be no doubt that the two wouldn’t wind up staying together.

“All right,” Ava said after finishing the recording.  “Next we have the Solos.”

Leia’s throat went dry as she wondered what she was about to witness.  Han remained completely stoic, still slouched in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. 

The recording began with a shot of both Han and Leia, Han standing proudly with a big grin on his face, a little more dressed up than his normal outfit, and Leia suddenly remembered him wearing that on the night they’d gone out.  Hanging on his arm was a woman that looked so elated that at first Leia didn’t think it could possibly be her.  She looked genuinely happy, which was an emotion Leia couldn’t remember having felt since before Alderaan had been destroyed.  Those drugs must’ve had some effect because she knew she wasn’t that good of an actress.

She could see a minister in front of them, a soft-spoken older gentleman who she presumed was about to perform the ceremony.  It seemed incredibly unfair to her that regardless of whether or not she had consciously decided to get married that she was left watching it happen without having any memory of it.  The older man spoke to them, the couple still both wearing the kinds of smiles you’d expect a loving couple to show when they were about to marry the love of their life.  “Have you come here of your own free will?” he asked. 

On the holo Han and Leia looked at each other and said simultaneously, “Yes,” with smiles still on their faces.  Free will?  Where was the drug test? 

The minister read off some more words about the sanctity of marriage and the importance of remaining faithful and a lot of other stuff that Leia now watching really had no interest in hearing about.  It was all just a façade.  The words meant nothing because the people involved were not, in fact, operating under their own free will.  Although she was becoming increasingly distracted by the way she and Han were acting on the holo.  Han looked beyond elated at the whole exchange.  She had been so used to teasing half-smirks from him that she wasn’t used to seeing a full-on smile that wouldn’t quit simply beaming across his face.

She remained pressed up against his side, and she noted that she looked quite nice in the dress she’d worn that night.  It was rare that she got to wear such things, mostly always dressed for battle and in case a quick escape was needed.  If she didn’t know any better she’d think they at least looked like a happy and adorable couple.  Like him or not, she had to admit that the Corellian was incredibly nice to look at.    

Once the minister’s monologue was done, Leia realized he was giving them their vows.  They had turned to face one another, hands joined and staring adoringly into each other’s eyes.  The exchange was completely surreal.  Watching her own face, hearing her own voice say those words it was as though it was some sort of Leia-clone imposter.  Although she was mostly focused on the way Han was looking at her, and hearing him say all of those words about love and eternal bonds.  For some reason it was almost painful thinking that he had truly looked at her like that and pledged his undying devotion to her.  She kept repeating to herself in her head that it was only the drugs.  This wasn’t real.  He would never love her like that. 

Then she was struck with her own words and how foreign they sounded coming out of her mouth.  She was fighting to hold back the tears, angry that what was supposed to be such a joyous occasion was all such a sham.  And having convinced herself that she would never know a love like she and Han were professing to each other on the holo.  She couldn’t.  And surely he hadn’t meant any of what he’d said. 

“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” she heard the minister say on the holo.  “You may now kiss the bride.”

Leia saw her own image enthusiastically pull Han’s head down to hers to share in a passionate kiss.  She had no conscious memory of ever kissing anyone quite like that.  And suddenly she found herself so torn from wondering who those two people were to wishing it was all real.  What was it like to feel that way about someone?  What was it like to have them feel that way about her?  But surely he didn’t really feel that way.  And for him, kissing a woman like that was a common occurrence. 

Out of the corner of her eye she could see that Han still hadn’t moved as he sat next to her.  His eyes were staring coldly at the image.  After far too long the newly married couple finished their kiss and were still smiling at one another.  And while the ceremony was officially over, she heard Han say to her, “I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you.”

“You’re such a liar,” Leia said playfully, still with a big smile.

Han’s face grew serious, and his hands slipped behind her back to pull her in close.  Shaking his head, he replied, “No, I’m serious.  I was then, and am now, completely in love with you.”

Leia suspected her face now matched her reaction on the holo; surprise and awe.  Would a drug really make someone say something like that?  On the holo she heard herself say, “I love you, Han Solo.”  And then she kissed him again, with more fiery passion that she was starting to suspect had led them to the bedroom where they’d found themselves the next morning.  After a few moments, the minister interrupted them.  “I’m sorry, kids, but I have another ceremony to perform now. 

Slightly embarrassed, Han and Leia laughed and thanked the man and walked off, hand in hand, and the recording cut off.  Han heaved a sigh next to her, still staring directly forward. 

“Aw, that was incredibly sweet,” she heard one of the women behind her exclaim.  “You two were absolutely crazy about each other.  What happened?”

Leia could feel her face heating up, having no idea what to say at that point.  Fortunately, Ava answered before she could.  “Don’t worry, you don’t need to answer that.  At least not to any of us.  It might do you some good to try and answer it between the two of you, though.”  She gave them a soft and knowing smile and then moved to start the next recording. 

In the dim light of the room, Leia glanced at Han once again, wondering what he was thinking after seeing their exchange of vows.  Now she was feeling even more desperate to remember what else had happened the rest of the night.  And then she found herself wondering what it would’ve been like to marry him and then take him back to their room to enjoy their wedding night. 

Stop it.  Nothing happened.  And nothing can ever happen.  None of that meant anything.

She was suddenly feeling very unsure of what was real anymore.

Once the next video started, Han got up to leave the room.  She turned to watch him go, wanting to follow but being afraid of what she might say or do.  But a moment after he was gone, his lingering scent hit her.  She had never given much thought to how he smelled… unless for some reason the odor was particularly unpleasant, like after a prolonged mission without a shower or some strenuous and sweaty working on the Falcon. 

But now, when the smell of the combination of his soap and aftershave hit her nostrils, she shut her eyes and was able to see him looking down at her, wearing what she had just seen him wearing in that holo, smiling at her and telling her that he loved her. 

A few other flashes hit her, and she found herself staring directly into his hazel eyes and feeling the love for him she had declared on that night.  Letting herself feel, and telling him all of the emotions she had been keeping inside, and remembering how good it felt to have him say the words back to her. 

She had truly believed what she was saying.  She felt free to express everything she’d kept buried for so long and had forgotten what it was like to openly say that she loved someone.  And then she got a flash of another memory of smelling his skin when she kissed him in that bedroom that she had only previously recalled from the morning after.  It was completely surreal to her to recall the way she had behaved and at the same time it felt completely natural.  She’d wanted him in a way she had never wanted anyone, and he appeared to want all of the same things.

Her heart beat faster when she recalled taking off her dress and watching his eyes rake over her body.  Had something happened that night that he hadn’t told her?  And then she remembered when he threw the blanket around her and tucked her into bed.  He hadn’t taken advantage of her.  Based on the look on his face it had nothing to do with him not wanting to. 

Suddenly she was overwhelmed not just with the images from the evening but with the memory of everything she had felt for Han that night.  It was dawning on her that she had felt that way for a long time, and still now wanted nothing more than for everything that had happened that night.  And to have Han look at her that way every day. 

Wondering if he would even be able to look at her now after everything she had put him through, she got up and decided she needed to see him.  Even if she had no idea what she was going to say.

Response to Making Things More Adventurous by KDSolo

This one is untitled and was submitted by KDSolo in response to the conversation about too much vanilla sex for Han and Leia.  Definite adult content ahead.  You've been warned.

It had been almost 2 weeks since Leia had seen her husband. His mission to the outer rim was finally over. She hurried through what Han called her “pre-lovin’ beauty regimen” as she applied light make-up and a delicate dot of perfume between her lightly heaving breasts. Her lingerie was dark purple, a color Han liked and the lingerie was made for easy access and removal. She could feel her heart beat loudly in her chest as if this was their first time all over again. Biting her lower lip in nervous anticipation, she checked her appearance in the mirror one last time. She knew Han would approve.

She left her chair and entered their candle-lit bedroom, finding it somewhat difficult to maintain her usual grace. She stopped short of getting onto the bed and stared dumbfounded at her now sleeping mate. Crinkling her brow, she considered letting him sleep. She was irritated but she knew he was tired and she wouldn’t fault him his need for sleep. But damn it, she wanted him…now.

She walked to the end of the bed and gripped his feet gently but firmly, massaging the tops then the balls of his feet. She started by placing feather-light kisses on his feet and moved slowly up the length of his legs increasing the pressure of the kisses as she moved. She could hear Han’s breath catch in his throat as she reached the inner portion of his thighs, kissing, licking, sucking, and  biting his sensitive flesh. She could taste the saltiness of his skin and the complete masculine taste of him.

“Leia,” he moaned her name as his fingers erotically entwined in her silky chestnut curls, pulling her hair just enough to cause the slightest hint tension, pulling her closer to his growing erection.

She brushed her nose and lips close to his perineum and scrotum, letting her hot breath wash over him. He shivered under her ministrations and moaned her name aloud, stroking her hair with both hands. She ran her tongue slowly over him, enjoying the pleasure she was giving him. A rush of warm fluid ran from between her folds at the thought of taking him in her mouth.

Firmly she gripped his erect penis and ran her tongue around the head, enjoying the silky texture and the sticky wetness that her touch produced. With the skill of a well-practiced lover, she took him fully into her mouth and began to pleasure him.

“Oh gods, Leia”, Han was withering beneath her. His hands had left her hair and were grasping at the sheets. “I’m about to come.”

Leia stopped long enough to look up at his flushed face and smiled seductively, “Come then, I love you”.

With that, she amorously returned to her ministrations, stroking him firmly below his scrotum. She could feel his release building until finally his seed spilled into the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly until everything was gone. She kissed him gently on the tip of his manhood then started working her way up his chest. She stopping to circle and suckle his nipples and nip his neck. She didn’t stop until she had her center above his face.

“Mmmm, something smells good,” Han  mused  grabbing her thighs and positioning her comfortably above him.

“I sure did miss you, flyboy”

May the Fourth Be With You!

For those of you who are unaware, today is Star Wars Day!  May the Force = May the Fourth, get it?  This "holiday" is a fairly recent phenomenon but over the last couple of years fans and even non fans have learned to truly embrace it.  I certainly had more than one facebook friend with May the Fourth pictures or references on their walls today.  I will say though that I was disappointed to learn that Spike will not be showing the movies this weekend.  Seems like the perfect time, right?  I guess we'll just have to wait for Memorial Day, or just not be so lazy and actually put our blu rays in. 

So, wear your Star Wars shirts and think Star Wars-y thoughts.  If you don't have any shirts, go to Target right now because they have some new ones and I happen to be wearing one right now. 

Also, thanks for all of the lively discussion over the last couple of days.  If you didn't notice, you bumped up that now-infamous post to #5 on the top 10 blog posts of all time after only a few short days.  It'll probably only be another day or two before it's #4, although then it is a rather large jump to get to #3, another substantial jump to #2 and that #1 post is #1 by a darn good amount so I don't know if that one will ever get dethroned, but we'll see.  We also broke the record for single day blog hits.  Go, team! 

I know I still owe you the next chapter of the joint story, too.  I've had it mostly written for a while now, I just need to add some things, which I haven't done yet.  But you're having fun in the mean time anyway, right?

May the Fourth be With You!

Raspberry Beret Dialog
By: Lady Peter

(Not quite a raspberry beret, but the closest I could find.) 

I'm thinking a caption here of:  "C'mon, are you guys really going to make me do this?"

(Warning:  The following contains Adult Themes)

And finally, the following is submitted by Lady Peter, as a direct result from the previous blog post.

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Raspberry Beret Dialog
By: Lady Peter

This is a dialog I came up with as I imagined just how our couple would find themselves contemplating, or consummating, “backdoor sex,” as we’ve sometimes referred to it in our epic comment thread. No actual acts are performed here: this just a warm-up.

That’s when I saw her,
Ooh, I saw her:
She walked in through the Out Door.
-Prince, “Raspberry Beret” 

[Time: About 4 ABY. Setting: A bed, in fact the first bed this pair has shared from the start as a couple. Our hero has just completed a rather heroic act of lovemaking]

L: Oh my-

H: That good, eh?

L: You know it was. That was just, amazing.

[whispering] What you did at the end, with your finger, I never thought I’d… but… wow.

H: Thought I’d take a chance there. I’m glad it didn’t backfire on me.

L: As it were.

H: Cute.

L: [After a pause] Is that something you think about? I mean, are you wanting to take that kind of thing farther?

H: Woah. Um, OK.

I guess I haven’t really thought about it. Not realistically. I can’t say I’ve never imagined, just… not in a long time, I guess.

L: But we haven’t even been together for that long. Wait, was this something you thought about before we were together?

H: Only once or twice.

L: Like on special occasions or something? Oh wait, did you fantasize about this while… oh my Gods, Han!

H: Hey, I thought this bed was a “shame-free zone” or something. It’s not like I was obsessed with it. Like I said, it was just once or twice. Probably around when we made the move to Hoth.

L: Oh my stars. No, no: no shame, although I must say I find it hard to imagine you feeling shame about anything.

H: Certainly not about anything we would do in the bedroom…

L: But way back then?? That’s just downright pervy! And what do you mean, “we would do?” I’d think this would be a matter of you doing and me trying to avoid bodily injury!

H: Not if we did it right, it wouldn’t. I never imagined it as a way of dominating you. We are having this incredibly painful conversation because of something you liked, remember?

L: OK, OK.

Well then, how did you imagine it? Wait, that’s not what I meant! More like, why did you? What was it that made it so erotic to you?

H: You really want to know?

L: Yes! It’s not something awful, is it? Just give it to me!

H: As it were.

L: Ha ha. Come on.

H: OK, I’m thinking. It’s not like I analyzed it at the time.

So… I guess you fascinated me back then. I just knew that there was all this fire and emotion under the surface, but you were shut up so tight you never let anyone see it, much less me. So it was kind of a game where I’d push your buttons and see if I could get you to crack.

L: Yes, I remember that. You never gave up!

H: And I wanted you, you know that. And you wanted me, too, even though you still try to deny it!

L: No, no more. I did want you. I wanted you so badly, and I’d just walk around all day feeling sick with it.

H: Now you’re teasing me.

L: No, I’m not.

[A long pause.]

H: Did you want to hear this story or, ah…

L: No, I’m sorry, I do. Keep going.

H: Cause I’m fine with just keeping on like this.

L: Don’t make me beg.

H: OK, OK. So I wanted you, and I wanted you to show yourself to me and no one else. I wanted to just crack that façade and get inside you.

L: Uh-huh.

H: And also, you know, get inside you.
L: Uh-huh.

H: And you shouldn’t be surprised to hear that sometimes I’d think about you and-

L: Oh my, you’re actually embarrassed! I love it!

H: Come on, Sweetheart.

L: OK, I’ll be nice.

H: So at the time, maybe I felt like having you like that was a way to go as deep as possible, to see you and feel you just totally raw and exposed. And when I imagined it, I wasn’t forcing you: you wanted it too.

L:

H: Come on, don’t leave me hanging. What do you think?

L: I think I want it too.

H: Seriously? Honey-

L: Not right now, not tonight. But some time. Some night when I really need to be…

H: What?

L: Raw, I guess. Open, although I feel so silly saying it like that.

H: Don’t.

L: No?

H: Don’t, ‘cause do you know how turned on I am right now?

L: Really turned on? Really?

H: We don’t have to do that tonight, no worries, but if I can’t have you, somehow, right now, I’m going to go crazy.

L: I thought you were already crazy?

H: You have no idea.

L: Come here, Love