You couldn’t really say that Han’s situational awareness is at it’s finest when he’s in the middle of an orgasm. He’s not sure if he should be trying to hold himself up or lay back down at first either. It’s not until he feels those tough muscles of hers start to go slack that he figures they ought to go limp in the bed together.

His noises follow more of sigh kind of pattern, half swallows up by labored breaths. It’s unmistakably a pleased set of noises, though. His arms wrap around to hold her, which, he thinks would be alright to do. There seems to be fondness on both sides. (Though he’s not quite sure if she’s fond of tenderness, entirely.)

“Even with the interruption ...” he begins, “... this is the nicest wake up I’ve had in a while.”