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I want it to be you

THE ❝FIRST TIME❞ MEME

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THE LIST!

01] Romantic | You waited and waited and waited for the right moment to take this final step with your partner, and it really paid off; neither of you can imagine this night (or day!) to be any better than it is right now.

02] The Only Time | You know somewhere in your heart that you won't be getting a second chance for this. The relationship is forbidden, or they're moving away, or you're moving away, or something is tearing this relationship apart, and that may be the last thing you want.

03] Set-Up | ... Oh. Well. Someone nudged you and this other person together, the one that you may have loved or hated or been friends with your entire life. It isn't completely by choice, but it doesn't sound like that bad of an idea... Or maybe it does. Who knows?

04] Experience Difference | One of you knows exactly what to do, and the other doesn't! Maybe they're just a natural at this kind of thing... or maybe there's a thing or two they haven't told you yet.

05] Hesitant | One (or both) of you aren't quite sure if you're ready for this next big step... at the same time, you want this to happen, though the thought makes butterflies flutter around in the pit of your stomach.

06] Awkward | It feels like everything that can go wrong does go wrong. Relax? You can't relax! This is s-s-s-s-sex-- oh, boy, there's another mistake.

07] Wildcard | This is the "other" option. Choose any of the above or create your own!

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[Can be aged up as needed.]

((First time being with a guy?))

[There's a first time for everything.]

((Someone help this poor useless virgin. Castmates welcome. Not really opposed to much.))

( m/f )

[Leia regrets that kissing Han Solo is a serendipitous event--the nature of the way they find each other on the Falcon ensures that she can't flip C3PO's circuit breaker beforehand in hopes of avoiding interruptions. It's happened more than once since that first, heady kiss (and once even with Chewbacca, who oorawled something that didn't need a translation to sound like let's pretend this never happened), and it's always disappointing.

One night in the galley when Han's hands are heavy and full of promise for something more than hungry kisses, Leia knows Chewie's in the cockpit and has no idea what Threepio's up to. She tilts her head away reluctantly.]

Let's--[she breathes in]--find somewhere more private.

[ Han had only begun to feel confident around the time he had his hand splayed beneath her shirt with fingers brushing against the outline of her shoulder blades. Of course he acted like it was her idea and put up a front from the beginning. That they could even steal away into this pocket of quiet in the galley and get this far rested entirely on the fact Han was now keeping his mouth shut. ]

What?

[ Reality ensued but when Han pulled back his hands where still on her with noses touching in poor facsimile of their kiss. His voice was rough like someone who had just come up for air. Suddenly, he can't remember the layout of the ship he could walk backwards and blindfolded. ]

The cargo hold?

[ Crew quarters was asking for an awkward conversation and he suspected Leia might fight engineering disagreeable. And possibly occupied by fussbudget protocol droids. Cargo hold had plenty of...crates. Cozy and quiet, right? ]

The cargo hold?

[Swing and a miss, Solo. Leia draws back a little more to look at him, her mouth twisting. What does she look like, a case of unregistered blasters?

She doesn't want to have to be the one who suggests seeing if the captain's quarters are any better than the guest bunk, but if the alternative is hard metal flooring, she might have to.]

[ Han pulls back the palms of his hands on pins and needles still feeling the weight of her. And then the weight of his misstep. Hands are then reassigned to rest on his hips to look as nettled as a man with a flushed face and rumpled shirt could. ]

Well do you have a better idea?

[Maybe he wasn't looking to the same outcome, she thinks, but this is Han Solo, self-assured smuggler. Han Solo, who's been stealing away every spare moment they have for the kind of desperate affection that Leia suspects blossoms best in too-small spaces like this.

(She couldn't say for sure. Every fling she's had before this--all one of them--was in similarly cramped quarters. She has no idea what desire looks like without the possibility of discovery.)

He must want the same thing, and if he wants it, he'll be able to figure out the right answer without her help. And that's why she looks up at him expectantly, her arms crossing across her chest.]

[ Han was convinced this was like any other negotiation and he could still keep his original offer from being taken off the table.If he could steal away a few moments every now and again then this was all just the logical conclusion they had been working towards. He thinks. Probably. ]

I'll throw a few blankets down in there it'll be just like the crew quarters.

[ That sounded more enticing in his head. ]

...You're a real romantic, you know that?

[She's so deeply unimpressed by this suggestion that she takes a step back. Blankets on a hard floor--really, Han? The idea of a rivet digging into her back, even through a sheet, is kind of a mood-killer.]

Don't you have a bed in this bucket of bolts?

Bucket of bolts?

[ Han echoed his voice pitched with offense. Distantly horrified that he was weighing his chances of getting laid and defending the dignity of the Millennium Falcon and presently favoring the latter.

This was going in circles. ]

We can lock the crew quarters but it's a matter of time before someone gets wise. I'm thinking outside the box here.

If it doesn't even have a decent bed--

[She starts, but doesn't actually finish the sentence. Fill in the rest yourself, flyboy.]

And what happens when they decide they need something in the cargo hold instead?

No one goes into the cargo hold because it's a cargo hold.

[ No cargo means no reason to go down there. His math is sound on this one. ]

This is a smuggling ship - not a luxury suite! [ This is it. This is the hill Han Solo will die on. ]

I'm not asking for a luxury suite. But a mattress might be nice!

[So much for first times after all, huh, Captain?]

[ Faced with the ever more likely of being left in the company of his hand, Han folds. ]

Okay so I put a mattress in the cargo hold.

[ beat. ]

And some candles.

[Ugh. This is a terrible idea, and Leia is pretty sure she's going to regret it. But she's going to regret it more if she has to spend another day staring at Han's open collar and not touching any of him.]

Can the cargo hold be locked?

[The most long-suffering girlfriend.]

You're asking an ex-smuggler if the cargo hold he uses for smuggling can be be locked?

[ Leia, please. You're talking to a semi-professional. ]

Chewie couldn't tear the door off if he wanted.

You don't even have your own bunk. Why should I take it on faith that the cargo hold locks?

[Your ship is a mess, Captain Solo, and it is not ideal for anything to do with intimate relations.]

Because I have my priorities and right now they're you, princess!

[ Bristling with the urge to turn this snit into a full on argument it doesn't even register that Han actually said something that could be construed as sentimental. ]

[Sometimes shouting is the right move. Leia's eyes widen, and then she smiles--maybe a little more smugly than is strictly necessary.]

All right, flyboy. Show me what a nice man's cargo hold looks like.

[ In place of what was sure to be an intelligent and clever response Han cupped Leia's face in his hands and gave her a crushing kiss that lasted as long as he had could hold his breath. ]

You're on watch.

[ Was all he said before Han Solo of the Millennium Falcon practically skipped out of the galley. ]

[She'll take that answer gladly, her hands snarling in his thick hair. When he breaks away, her breath is shallow in her lungs, her eyes still round, and she watches him leave with unreserved hunger.

Damn that Han Solo.]

You're going to want to come take a look at this.

[ Han is half out of breath when he stops himself out of a dead run with both hands on the galley door frame before disappearing back down the hall. A kind appraisal of his smile would have been self-satisfied; an honest one would be shit-eating.

In the cargo hold with enough locks to keep an Imperial sweep occupied for hours, Han went what he considered the extra mile. A mattress - with sheets, some even through over large metal crates for 'ambiance', and, yes - there were candles. He didn't even know exactly why he had those but he wasn't going to look a gift tauntaun in the mouth. ]

Oh, really?

[She takes her time following him, as though she has only mild interest in whatever he's managed to concoct.

It's better than she expected, to be completely honest. Still not what she thinks quarters probably should be, but the Falcon isn't exactly brimming with free space. There's a coziness to it, not to mention the promise of real privacy--not an easy find when everyone's living elbow-to-elbow.

Leia looks it over with an appraising eye before she comes back to Han, snaking her arms around his neck and pulling his head down towards hers.]

You outdid yourself.

[ With long strides Han clear the distance the moment she entered the room. It wasn't as if after he set the place up he had been pacing and was bouncing off all that nervous energy. Not in the least bit.HE breathes out in relief when Leia has her arms around his neck and he kisses her hard and instantly.

All why having the presence of mind to slam the side of he fist against a panel by the door that activated the locking mechanism. ]

Oh, I try.

[ He pulled back, speaking against her mouth as his hands move slow and heavy up her waist. ]

[Leia grins against his lips, one hand already clinging at the collar of his shirt. It's always some shade of open, and so much the better for it--she can press a hand to his chest without any real effort and feel the warmth and movement of the muscles beneath his skin.

Her other arm, naturally, goes around his waist, holding him close while he'll let her and tugging at the tails of his shirt when he won't.]

You have your moments. [Murmured so intimately, it feels like a private joke.] This is one of them.

[And that's enough talk for at least two breaths. It's her turn to kiss him, with all the desperate hunger that comes from too many people living on too small a freighter. They've had near miss after near miss, when all she really wants is to have him. Leia pulls him back to her, slipping a hand up his shirt and splaying her fingers across the small of his back.]

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