A Moment Alone

"What a piece of junk." That had been Leia's first thought when she'd seen the Millennium Falcon in the hangar bay of the Death Star and, although she had to admit that it was fast, that thought had only been reinforced by riding in it. She and her rag-tag rescuers had gotten away clean but she worried that the Falcon would fly apart at the seams before they reached Yavin. As she mulled this over the Falcon's space-pirate-ish captain settled into the co-pilot's seat beside her.
"
So where are we heading Princess?" Han Solo asked.

"Sorry Captain but that’s classified, I erased the coordinates from the nav computer as soon as we jumped," Leia replied.

"Hey, who's the captain here? You don't take this ship anywhere that I don't know about it sweetheart." he said imperiously.

"You'll be given the way out of the system when you decide to leave," she answered smugly, she loved having a little bit of power over the smuggler.

"Looks like you guys are pretty serious about this rebellion of yours," Han said glibly.
Leia rolled her eyes, "You don't have a secret base by blabbing the location to every ship that comes by."

"Alright Princess have it your way," he finally relinquished. "Looks like we have about four hours till we reach your mystery planet, you need anything?"

"A little private space to look over that astromech unit."

"Take my cabin, not much room but it’s got a terminal that’s not linked to the rest of the ship."

"Thanks."

Leia rolled her eyes again as she got up and made her way back to the crew cabin. Her new friend Luke was moping in a corner while C3-PO tried his hand at a board game with the Wookie. R2-D2 stood by the side of his counterpart, beeping sarcastically at the golden droid's ineptitude at the game. Leia strode over to the little astromech.

"Artoo I need you for a bit."

The droid beeped happily and trundled along after her as she walked down the curving corridor to Han's cabin. Looking inside, she saw that the room was indeed small and looked like it was hardly lived in. It was roughly square shape except for the curving wall of the outer hull. A low bunk occupied one wall and a chair and computer console occupied another. It had none of the disordered cloths and rank smell she expected from a bachelor's quarters. Leia guessed that Han, like most spacers, slept in his pilot's chair more than half the time. She led Artoo over to the console.

"Plug in Artoo, I need to make sure if the Death Star plans are still intact," she said.

Artoo beeped in affirmation and extended his computer jack and hooked into the computer console.

"How long will it take for you to confirm that the plans are all there?" she asked, noting the various pages of the plans coming up on the main screen. A message appeared on one of the console's readouts telling her it would take approximately half an hour for Artoo to sort through the information she had placed in his data banks. Leia shut the door to the cabin and locked it, not knowing whether or not to trust Luke and Han with such sensitive information when she barely knew them.

She sat down on the bunk and leaned back against the wall, finally feeling able to relax for the first time since her rescue from the Death Star. She yawned and stretched out on the bed. Watching the Death Star plans flicker by on the screen, Leia idlely ran her hands down her body. Stopping at her breasts, she caressed them slowly through her white dress. Leia's hands continued on downward, crossing her flat stomach and reaching her center. Pressing her hands down on her most sensitive area through the thin material of her dress, Leia moaned softly.

She slowly pulled the dress higher and higher, up her legs and eventually exposing her womanhood to the warm air of the cabin. With one hand Leia held the dress and with the other she caressed the soft pink lips of her womanhood. She jumped at the sudden sound of Artoo swiveling his head towards her. Embarrassed, she sat up abruptly and shoved her dress back into place.

“I guess its kind of stupid being modest in front of a droid isn’t it Artoo,” she asked the little droid rhetorically.

Artoo beeped something back which she didn’t feel like reading. Leia looked the little droid up and down and suddenly got a wicked idea.

“Artoo, show me all of your attachments.”

Artoo beeped, this time in confusion, but complied and opened all his extensions in sequence. Leia watched in silence and then stopped him when a large cylindrical atmospheric sensor popped up from Artoo’s domed head. The sensor was about eight inches long, two inches thick, and stuck straight up in the air. Leia puzzled over this for a moment and then stood up and maneuvered the console’s chair over to Artoo.

“Just don’t move Artoo, this will be a bit tricky.”

Letting go of her modesty in front of the droid, Leia drew her dress over her head and tossed it onto the bunk. She stood on the chair and carefully swung one foot over Artoo’s head and planted it on the computer console’s flat writing surface. Now she was poised directly above Artoo’s extended atmospheric center. Taking a deep breath she slowly lowered herself onto it. The tip passed into her and drew in a sharp breath of both pain and pleasure as the sensor’s thickness stretched her almost to her limit. She took another deep breath and swiftly impaled herself on the sensor.

Leia moaned as the hot metal filled her to the core. She raised herself till it almost fell out of her sopping womanhood and then dropped herself back down onto it. Again and again she rose up and dropped back down, straining herself almost to the point of breaking, but racking herself with pleasure. She hoped the rest of the crew couldn’t hear her moaning and grunting through the cabin walls, but she was beyond caring.

Parts of Artoo’s droid mind were nearly oblivious to the human woman passionately making love to his atmospheric sensor, and carried on the routine operations of being a droid. Coincidentally he checked his power levels and found them to be in need of recharging. Just as Leia was getting close to release, Artoo plugged himself into the console’s recharging point. The jolt of electricity ran through his entire body and into the atmospheric sensor.

Leia felt the strange and intense tingle of energy infuse the sensor as she drover herself down on it. The sensation sent her over the edge. She nearly screamed in pleasure, but managed to close her mouth as the stars exploded behind her eyes. She kept up her motions until her massive orgasm subsided and finally stopped and sat for a moment bracing herself against the nearby wall so she wouldn’t fall over. She felt satisfied and exhausted, but managed somehow to find the strength to lift herself off of Artoo, the slick metal sensor sliding from her, and climbed down to sit wearily on the bed for a few minutes.

When she had caught her breath she reached for her dress and asked Artoo how long until the plans were done being examined. Artoo replied that he had finished his calculations and that the plans were complete. Leia for her part had regained a measure of composure and, having told Artoo not to mention to anyone what had taken place, exited the cabin and returned to the cockpit. Luke and Han both shot her looks as she passed by in the main lounge but not the smirks she would have expected if they had been able to hear her antics in the cabin.

She sat alone in the captain’s chair for a few moments and then, predictably, Han came and sat beside her.

“Not a bad bit of rescuing eh princess…”