Princess Leia Organa has a secret
Canon divergence
Princess Leia of Alderaan stepped out of the door that led to her private wing and quickly found herself scanning the group of Alderaan Guard that waited to escort her from the palace to the Aldera Concert Hall. Her eyes searched the small group of men and women, looking for one specific familiar face, and finding herself disappointed when she didn’t find him.
With a sigh, she stepped into the room, nodding to her aide Marina who would be accompanying her to the gathering, a fund-raiser for the local Academy for Orphan Children. While she approved of the organization and usually enjoyed going to the Concert Hall for events, she was dreading this particular affair and had truly hoped the one person she looked forward to seeing every day would be there to help keep her focused and entertained while she schmoozed all the wealthy society members in Aldera.
Unfortunately, it looked like Captain Solo had been assigned elsewhere.
She could ask to have him reassigned to her detail, she knew, but that would raise eyebrows and make people wonder. It wasn’t time for that. Right now, it was best for both of them if no one suspected anything.
It wasn’t that Leia was ashamed of her love for the Royal Guardsman; her mother and father had both drilled into her that her future spouse should be someone she loved, no matter his station in life. But the fact that he was so much older than her and had been a member of her mother’s detail for several years before being assigned to hers made their relationship very much worthy of rumor and speculation; they would be pushed into the spotlight should it come out, and neither of them were ready for that. It was much more pleasant keeping things private right now, not to mention the thrill she got from their clandestine meetings.
As she moved to the speeder that would take her to the Hall, she glanced up at the guard waiting to help her into the vehicle. Electricity shot through her as she recognized the familiar hazel eyes peering at her from under the helmet. There was a wry smirk on Han Solo’s face as he offered her his hand. This was new. He rarely ever put himself in a position where he would be required to touch her. He told her that he was too worried he would give himself away. Apparently, he wasn’t concerned today.
He assisted her into the speeder, and he kept a hold of her fingers for a touch longer than was appropriate, but finally he stepped aside and moved to sit next to the driver in front. The rest of the guard piled into the transport speeder that would follow them; that was the vehicle Han usually rode in. Leia did not mind at all having him sit in front of her in the speeder this time.
During the next four abysmally long hours, Leia fully believed that it was only Han’s presence that kept her from being snappish and rude to all the beings around her that had more money than sense. When she felt her temper rise, she would simply seek him out; he was always standing close. He would give her a wink or a tiny smirk or raise an eyebrow sarcastically, and she would feel her body relax and a genuine smile return to her face. Finally, after learning the event had raised the goal amount and then some, she gave her farewells and slipped out into the twilight, the guard on her heels.
Closing her eyes and breathing deep the crisp night air around her, she felt anticipation flow through her. As soon as she arrived home, she would be able to say goodnight to her escorts and return to her private quarters, where no one could enter without her express permission. While she knew she was very good at what she did, she only did it out of necessity, because she loved her planet and her people. Peace and solitude were necessary for her mental wellbeing, and she looked forward to the end of the day every day.
Even more so since she had found a lover.
An hour later, she sat in front of her vanity mirror, brushing her long tresses slowly, her braids having finally come down and her makeup removed. A soft knock sounded on her door and she rose quickly, dropping the brush, her long, gauzy white nightdress swirling around her legs. She opened the door, breathing a sigh of relief at the person waiting on the other side.
Gone was the ceremonial helmet, the white tunic and grey cape, the blue trousers and high brown boots. He looked nothing like a royal guard. He was a normal man in street clothes covertly visiting his secret lover. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him inside, locking the door as it slid closed behind him. His mouth was on hers in seconds, his strong arms reaching down to cup her bottom and pull her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he carried her swiftly to the bed. There were no words, but there was laughter and soft sighs and groans as clothing was quickly dispatched.
Within moments, he was buried deep inside her, their earlier shared looks and touches having been enough foreplay. Leia knew from experience that they would take things much slower the rest of the evening, but this first coupling was always fast and hard and needy, especially as they often had to wait several days to meet like this.
Always the gentleman, Han made sure Leia finished first.
They lay talking for a long time afterwards. This part was almost as good as the sex, Leia thought. She loved hearing about his day, just as he always seemed fascinated by hers, asking her not just what had happened but how she felt about it. This man knew her as no one did, and she knew he would be the prince consort one day. She would just have to convince him he was good enough for that. Good enough for her. Once she could make him believe, then they would be ready to tell their secret.
She would miss the privacy they had. She would miss the sneaking around. She would miss the lack of rumors about her love life.
But it would all be worth it to have him at her side, every day and every night, not as a guard, but as her husband. Her partner.
Her best friend.
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