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Seven years after becoming a mother, Leia Organa was relieved to discover, upon examination, that she had finally hit her stride. She was in their ‘fresher applying makeup before she left for work. Despite the difficult years, she felt sexy, sexual in a way she hadn’t in some time. She was confident in a totally authentic way, and back to feeling like a “BAMF,” as Han was fond of calling her.
It had caught them both by surprise – how much work it was to keep the embers of their love stoked when they first became parents. Not just from the fatigue, but the attention divided ten million other ways. Still though, they made a great team. Even during the slow burn of the growing attraction and antagonistic relationship before they finally got together, they were the Rebel Alliance's best operative team in the field. They just worked well together and that sense of partnership transitioned well to parenthood. They moved around each other without having to talk, took on parenting tasks without punitively keeping score. The team work that made them badasses during the war served their marriage and experience as parents well.
Lately though, they had been on fire for each other. They snuck make-out sessions in the kitchen, frantic love-making on the sofa or in their bed with hushed sounds of pleasure when little eyes were glued to the holo in other room down the hall. She was pretty sure as far as married couples went, they had a pretty spicy sex life compared to some of their friends. She caught herself blushing in the mirror and smiling smugly, congratulating them on still being so hot for each other after all these years.
Last night, was just....wow! She and Han had an adventurous evening of lovemaking, including spicing things up with her vibrator. It had been fun and erotic and she still found her husband to be incredibly attractive and loved him completely, irrevocably.
Despite so many hardships, she felt grateful and fortunate for her delightful little family. Being a mother was the toughest job Leia had taken on yet. She had good practice working herself half to death as a member of High Command during the Rebellion. Being “on” all day every day as a public figure throughout her life, even balancing work demands with her relationship with Han were challenging. Being Mom? Everything else was easy.
Children, she soon learned, don’t care if their mom is a senator, princess, diplomat, or government leader. They aren’t the least bit interested if Mommy has a headache or is having a bad day sorting through grief. They don’t care if it’s Daddy’s turn to sooth them after a bad dream in the middle of the night, or even that Daddy is equally as capable at parenting. Kids sometimes just wanted their mother and no one else would do. There was no amount of kaffe in the galaxy to make up for not sleeping for several years. But kriff, there was nothing else so rewarding either. It had been the longest, slowest, fastest, shortest, hardest, most beautiful seven years of their lives.
The crushing guilt of being a famous working mom in the spotlight, the constant terror of losing her family that sprung from crushing loss, the shadow of her shady bloodline. Those dark feelings had settled into the back burner of her mind and she felt present and alight with love and peace.
Leia was caught in this sentimental reverie when Han rudely burst into the fresher, holding her bright pink vibrator.
“Your son has questions, Leia.” He cradled the device in both palms and held it out to her.
Leia’s already enormous eyes widened in horror as she snatched it out of his hands.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” She hissed.
“He was flicking the tip of it back and forth.” Han demonstrated with a few rapid flicks, complete with sound effects to better illustrate.
Leia bit down on her lip, not sure if she wanted to laugh so hard, she cried - or just cry.
“Then, he turned it on and started smacking it against his palm and shaking it back and forth.”
“Oh my goddess! Is this one of your idiotic pranks?” She questioned with her face hidden behind her palms.
“It gets worse, or maybe better, not sure yet. I tried to take it away, and he snatched it back and said, ‘But Daddy, I have questions!’” Han paused for comedic effect.
“I didn’t know what the kriff to say, so I told him it was mommy’s and to ask you.”
“You did not say that! Traitor,” she ended with an accusatory scowl.
“Oh, I sure did! And here I am Sweetheart," Han pointed his index finger in the most Han gesture ever, "Reminding you not to leave your vibrator charging on your nightstand for curious little minds to find.” He looked at her mock seriously, before catching her eye. No longer able to keep up his smirk, Han Fucking Solo started to giggle his ass off.
Leia clutched his biceps as she doubled over, trying not to laugh loud enough to invite more questions from her very curious youngling probably still hanging out in their room. Tears streamed down both of their faces as they held onto each other, vibrating with stifled laughter.
Leia stood up straighter and wiped her eyes.
“Leia, even though this morning is a total shit show, last night was hot.” He playfully waggled his brows at her as he put his arms lightly on her hips.
She laughed and reached up to stroke his face tenderly before smirking at him smugly.
“Mmm, maybe we do it again tonight, Hotshot. Minus the device.”
Han laughed and leaned down to kiss her sweetly. She made a content sound in the back of her throat and deepened the kiss as one hand ran through his hair and the other rested on his chest. Han playfully backed her against the sink vanity as his hands traveled from her hips up her sides to her neck. He pressed his hips against her and her breath caught.
Maybe we can sneak ten minutes in the ‘fresher without prying eyes, she thought.
“Mommy!!!” she heard from the other side of the fresher door. “I have questions about the pink thing!”
Leia barked out a surprised laugh as she and Han resumed hushed cackles with their foreheads resting together.
Being parents was hard, but at least they were in it together.