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Leia Organa Solo (yourhighnessnes) wrote in snapthread,

Reluctant as she was to pause matters, it was with good reason, there wasn’t so much need to sit on the bed when there was so much more of it to lay upon, also she thought it far more romantic, too, as nice as being held to him, sitting on the bed had been. And though, Leia thought Galen could be near content in some ways just remaining as they were, that didn’t satisfy that curiosity, to see if more between them would progress so smoothly as all else before it. It wasn’t something so much posed as a question at any point, that wasn’t really how these things worked - but it was something that was just had begun to feel right, the closer they became to one another. There’d been a moment she’d wondered if that changing room what might have happened, had she not kept good sense about her.

More of his clothing discarded, but not the last of it - being seated in Galen’s lap for a portion of this adventure meant Leia wasn’t entirely unaware that it wasn’t just comfort he was feeling in their evening, it was just a reassurance too, in a way that there was a sense that the experience was mutual at this point, that each touch, or kiss was stirring within him as it did her. Even so, Leia would proceed with care, and even if it drove them both a little mad, caution, a want to check that he understood, or at least that he felt comfortable enough with her to find out.

And Leia did take his hand, guided back into his arms to settle comfortably with him on the bed, bodies just as close as they had been before, Leia enjoying sharing his warmth in an otherwise, previously empty space. Of course, it was a bed that would be near impossible to be uncomfortable in, luxurious in every sense of the word. It had, for some time now been considered fit for the royal family of Alderaan. It wasn’t a difficulty in any way to pick things up where they were left, despite Galen’s sadness that she had ended their kiss only moments ago, Leia was with him soon enough settling in under the covers to press a few stray, but fond sort of kisses to his chest, before she shifted close to meet his lips again, seeking to rekindle what they’d begin, intensify it, a clear sign this would be rather different to the more tender, an certainly more chaste evening they spent in the hotel.