Han Solo

Nadia kissed Leon. He held her waist. Then her back — bringing her in close. Her large breasts pushed into his front.

Her neck. Her sweaty scent. The spring heat was good for that. Leon liked Nadia in her base form.

Kissing her neck and making her giggle.

She had come back from work. On the way home from work, she stood on the bus and held the pole. A hot box of tired souls.

“A co-worker at the hotel… Nika… A nice girl from Belarus… She wants to get drinks…” Nadia said tiredly.

“You look like you need some good R and R… And maybe some fun… Maybe a night out should wait till weekend?” he kissed her neck down.

She smiled. Gosh Leon was sexy…

She wanted him to touch her. Rip her clothes off and fuck her.

“I said we’d meet her at a bar in town… At 7… And you are my plus one, Han Solo…” she smiled.

Star Wars was their thing. He had got her into it. Lightsaber duels. Boba fett. Endless memes.

And since then they had watched a tonne of Sci-Fi like 2001: Space Odyssey to Alien: Romulus. It scared her half to **** — under his arm peeking and flinching the whole time.

After movie dinners was at Chez Kalinda — a French/Afro-Caribbean aunty called Kalinda cooked with her daughter Maliaka.

Date nights set into routine.

Leon smiled, “Alright… I need a shower and then let’s go… I could go for a cold beer.”

“Is there space for another in the shower?” Nadia teased.

Without a word he claimed her. Picking her up to the cool water.