Okay guys.. I posted this last Easter time on the FFN, and I thought I would share it all with you. It is a MUSH story, so I hope you are in for that! Perhaps posting this will help me finish my other story that has been on the shelf for over a year.
Enjoy!
Reflections of a Princess
They say after a certain number of years of marriage, the extraordinary becomes the ordinary. You tend to take each other for granted, so to speak. The thrill is gone, the passion fades, and if you are blessed, the friendship remains, hopefully reminding you of why you got married in the first place. I have seen it happen with couples within the Alliance many times, so in love at first, then they drift to find themselves strangers to one another. Only the very fortunate ones manage to make it through the good times and the bad, and still retain that fire. As I reflect on my life, I think I am one of the fortunate few who has it all.
God, I feel like a love struck child, even after a few years of marriage, and a courtship, if one could call it that, for over 7 years. In reality, he has only been gone for three weeks now, on another mission, and is scheduled to return home in a few days. Yet, I lay here, unable to sleep, missing every inch of him. I miss our incessant banter, our time at play, the dedicated intimacy we continually share with one another. It is amazing that the fire between us still remains, burning just as brightly as our first time. Even his little annoyances that he makes a point of doing just to get a rise out of me, I tend to miss, even though I will never tell him that. He does not need any more ammunition than he already has in that head of his, but what a gorgeous head it is to look at. He would roll his eyes at the mention of me calling him handsome and say some sarcastic comment, all the time giving me that amazing smile of his, the grin that captured my heart all those years ago. Yet he is away from me now, danger abundantly surrounding him, out there fighting for my cause, really for our cause now. Freedom: for the galaxy, for our children, for us.
But moments like this, while I lie in bed alone and reach to find cold, empty space, are the times I reflect on my life with him. I think of our marriage and a small smile forms on my face. I think of how long it took us to admit we loved each other, and how wonderful it finally was to seek his warmth and comfort in the middle of the night. To be able to get close enough to breathe in his scent, and to finally wake up lying next to him every morning. I think of all the intimate moments we missed because we were too busy fighting with each other, and how I honestly wanted to kill him, on more than one occasion. I think of how well we know one another now and how we are able to complete each others sentences, and just by one look we know what the other is thinking. How fortunate I am to know and understand that someone loves me for who I am, not my position, not my crown, but for simple Leia the world fails to see. I reflect on the birth of my beautiful babies that he has given me, and muse at how fast they are growing and what a beautiful reflection they are of us.
Sometimes I overhear people taking about us, saying Why did she not marry that Isolder guy instead of this common Corellian? It is silly because there is nothing about Han that is common. What they dont see is that he is my rouge, my prince and sometimes my pirate, my scoundrel, my best friend, my husband, my childrens father, my everything. The beauty of Han is that through the bravado and the sarcastic comments is the most beautiful person I know. What they dont see is what I am blessed with everyday, and I hold this happiness so close to my heart for fear that it will one day leave me.
As I continually worry over my husband and think about where he is, I start to drift off into sleep. I am suddenly aroused by two strong arms engulfing my growing waist. I start to feel slow caresses on my bulge of a belly, and hot breath tasting the skin on my neck, somehow thinking I am just dreaming of my husband again. As his ministrations become more incessant, I awake to find him snuggled close to me in bed. It seems that he has returned early, and has missed me as well.
You had better be my husband, I smirk, keeping my back to him while enjoying his caresses, trying desperately to hide my amusement in an effort to tease him. He continues to kiss my neck and the delicate spot behind my ear, all the while knowing what that little maneuver does to me.
Between mouthfuls of my sensitive flesh, he seductively whispers in my ear I am absolutely your husband, your gonna be stuck with me forever. Any complaints, sweetheart? He is continuing to kiss the soft spot on my neck, knowing that I cannot speak to him when he does that. I slowly turn in his arms and before I can say anything, he puts his finger on my lips to keep me from speaking to him. He softly kisses my lips and then starts to work his way down, gently kissing all the exposed skin along the path to my belly. I can hear him whispering to our unborn child, all the while kissing my growing bulge, feeling with his hands our unborn son move within my womb. I start to giggle as his hands move over my body, tickling areas that I just found out were ticklish, thinking this must be a pregnancy thing. I suddenly pull him up to me, taking his mouth onto my own. I let myself relish in his sweet embrace and warmth, and reflect on my good fortune of finding my true soulmate. As tears start to form in my eyes, his hands delicately frame my face as he turns me to look at him. He kisses away my tears, slowly, loving every part of me.
Though my tears I whisper to him I love you. Halting his ministrations, he looks at me with deep compassion and love.
I know baby. I know he whispers over and over again. He kisses me softly at first, making me loose myself and forget who I am. Soon, words are no longer needed as we fall into a gentle rhythm that only lovers know, and forget that all time exists in the universe.
Halfpint12 as Sologirl on FNN (Hey.. that's me!!
)
I have so MANY names!!!
Enjoy!
Reflections of a Princess
They say after a certain number of years of marriage, the extraordinary becomes the ordinary. You tend to take each other for granted, so to speak. The thrill is gone, the passion fades, and if you are blessed, the friendship remains, hopefully reminding you of why you got married in the first place. I have seen it happen with couples within the Alliance many times, so in love at first, then they drift to find themselves strangers to one another. Only the very fortunate ones manage to make it through the good times and the bad, and still retain that fire. As I reflect on my life, I think I am one of the fortunate few who has it all.
God, I feel like a love struck child, even after a few years of marriage, and a courtship, if one could call it that, for over 7 years. In reality, he has only been gone for three weeks now, on another mission, and is scheduled to return home in a few days. Yet, I lay here, unable to sleep, missing every inch of him. I miss our incessant banter, our time at play, the dedicated intimacy we continually share with one another. It is amazing that the fire between us still remains, burning just as brightly as our first time. Even his little annoyances that he makes a point of doing just to get a rise out of me, I tend to miss, even though I will never tell him that. He does not need any more ammunition than he already has in that head of his, but what a gorgeous head it is to look at. He would roll his eyes at the mention of me calling him handsome and say some sarcastic comment, all the time giving me that amazing smile of his, the grin that captured my heart all those years ago. Yet he is away from me now, danger abundantly surrounding him, out there fighting for my cause, really for our cause now. Freedom: for the galaxy, for our children, for us.
But moments like this, while I lie in bed alone and reach to find cold, empty space, are the times I reflect on my life with him. I think of our marriage and a small smile forms on my face. I think of how long it took us to admit we loved each other, and how wonderful it finally was to seek his warmth and comfort in the middle of the night. To be able to get close enough to breathe in his scent, and to finally wake up lying next to him every morning. I think of all the intimate moments we missed because we were too busy fighting with each other, and how I honestly wanted to kill him, on more than one occasion. I think of how well we know one another now and how we are able to complete each others sentences, and just by one look we know what the other is thinking. How fortunate I am to know and understand that someone loves me for who I am, not my position, not my crown, but for simple Leia the world fails to see. I reflect on the birth of my beautiful babies that he has given me, and muse at how fast they are growing and what a beautiful reflection they are of us.
Sometimes I overhear people taking about us, saying Why did she not marry that Isolder guy instead of this common Corellian? It is silly because there is nothing about Han that is common. What they dont see is that he is my rouge, my prince and sometimes my pirate, my scoundrel, my best friend, my husband, my childrens father, my everything. The beauty of Han is that through the bravado and the sarcastic comments is the most beautiful person I know. What they dont see is what I am blessed with everyday, and I hold this happiness so close to my heart for fear that it will one day leave me.
As I continually worry over my husband and think about where he is, I start to drift off into sleep. I am suddenly aroused by two strong arms engulfing my growing waist. I start to feel slow caresses on my bulge of a belly, and hot breath tasting the skin on my neck, somehow thinking I am just dreaming of my husband again. As his ministrations become more incessant, I awake to find him snuggled close to me in bed. It seems that he has returned early, and has missed me as well.
You had better be my husband, I smirk, keeping my back to him while enjoying his caresses, trying desperately to hide my amusement in an effort to tease him. He continues to kiss my neck and the delicate spot behind my ear, all the while knowing what that little maneuver does to me.
Between mouthfuls of my sensitive flesh, he seductively whispers in my ear I am absolutely your husband, your gonna be stuck with me forever. Any complaints, sweetheart? He is continuing to kiss the soft spot on my neck, knowing that I cannot speak to him when he does that. I slowly turn in his arms and before I can say anything, he puts his finger on my lips to keep me from speaking to him. He softly kisses my lips and then starts to work his way down, gently kissing all the exposed skin along the path to my belly. I can hear him whispering to our unborn child, all the while kissing my growing bulge, feeling with his hands our unborn son move within my womb. I start to giggle as his hands move over my body, tickling areas that I just found out were ticklish, thinking this must be a pregnancy thing. I suddenly pull him up to me, taking his mouth onto my own. I let myself relish in his sweet embrace and warmth, and reflect on my good fortune of finding my true soulmate. As tears start to form in my eyes, his hands delicately frame my face as he turns me to look at him. He kisses away my tears, slowly, loving every part of me.
Though my tears I whisper to him I love you. Halting his ministrations, he looks at me with deep compassion and love.
I know baby. I know he whispers over and over again. He kisses me softly at first, making me loose myself and forget who I am. Soon, words are no longer needed as we fall into a gentle rhythm that only lovers know, and forget that all time exists in the universe.
Halfpint12 as Sologirl on FNN (Hey.. that's me!!
) I have so MANY names!!!
