The Princess wants Luke

Leia stood still, her hand hovering over the panel. Skywalker couldn’t quite understand why she didn’t barge right out of the room (he wouldn’t have blamed her one bit) after the humiliating mess that she had just witnessed. She sighed. There was hesitation in the way that she lowered her neck - she turned back around to the young man and frowned. “You know,” she said, rolling her eyes as she folded her arms. “Somehow, I knew something like this was going to happen at some point.”

“What do you mean?”

“You can quit the games,” Leia shushed, walking her way back toward him, a slight crack appearing on that notoriously ironclad frown of hers. “There isn’t a reason to pretend anymore. Everyone knows - I know. You follow me around like a lost kid, hopeless and naive, but I think we both know it is a little bit more than just that.”

Luke shuffled nervously as he thought about her statement and prepared a potential result - she wasn’t wrong. The youth had been feeling intense passions regarding her for some time now. But did this really have to be the moment? Why couldn’t it have happened any other time, preferably after meticulous planning? There were so many words he wanted to say but his soul was not quite ready to pour out all of his heart. He shrugged. “I’m not sure I follow,” he lied sheepishly as his hands twitched nervously at his sides. “Leia, forget about this.”

With an angered groan, Leia stormed up to Luke and yanked the belt that was keeping his tunic together, exposing his bare skin and underwear. “I think I know what one of these are and how they work,” she said, pointing at his still erect dick that was pushed against his underpants. “You’ve wanted me all along. Don’t deny it.”

“I-“

“Well, if you won’t say it, then I will,” she stormed back, catching Luke off guard as she laid her lips on top of his, her arms wrapped around his neck. The youth stood still in amazement as her kiss lingered for even longer than he expected, as if a sudden and powerful lust had just taken over Leia. He awkwardly raised his hands onto her waist and delicately inched them upward, slowly moving toward her breasts. Luke groaned beneath her lips as he finally cupped her bosom, squeezing in delight - how long had he fantasized about this very moment? It was finally coming true.

He peeled away from her for a split second. “Oh, Leia,” Luke heaved, kissing her again, with more passion this time. His body didn’t care that he had just came ten minutes or so ago - his penis was filled with his own lust and ready to commence his fantasies, pain be damned.

“I’ve always wondered,” Leia said, prying off from him and tenderly pinching his bulge. He moaned at her touch, his eyes desperately pleading for more. She raised her hand and began slipping her fingers into the waistband of his white underpants, slowly pulling them downward. “What you looked like.”

With one full tug, she brought down his briefs.