twelve_not_fourteen | Walking the earth with eyes turned skywards ...

It so happens he is pretty good at going down on lady. It helps to have a partner willing to coach you through it and explain what works at what doesn’t when you’re in that novice phase. He’s had the older girlfriend before - the one that’s not ashamed to tell exactly what she wanted and all of Han’s other partners thereafter have reaped the benefits.

He knows not simply to bulldoze in, but take his time. To alternate rubbing skin to skin skin with humming and using the tongue. His oral game is pretty strong and he likes the thought of doing something simply for the sake of his partner’s pleasure.

Should the rest of this progress as well as it's currently going, Carol would like to send that woman a thank you note. Not that she wouldn't be willing to coax him in the right direction, but it's always all the better when you don't have to. A man who knows what he's doing down there is so attractive.

Carol lets out a soft hum of contentment and follows that with a soft moan almost immediately after. "Mmm, that's good," she offers as encouragement for him to keep it up.

Positive encouragement helps Han to settle in and let him know he's on the right track. It makes a part of him want to speed up and do more, faster, but he forces himself to double down on the slow and steady.

The other thing that helps is that Han's not all that shy. He doesn't seem at all uncomfortable getting to work and as he goes through his progression, he'll press his face in further. So that she can press up on his cheekbones and feel the angle of his jaw against her thighs. Even his breath seems to be working at trying to make her feel warm and good.

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The slow and steady pace is kinda driving her crazy, but in the best way possible. She doesn't want him to change a thing because despite it just starting, this is easily the best oral she's gotten in years.

She can't help herself and her hips press up to meet his tongue and lips and face. One of her hands grips the sheets at her side while the other combs through his hair. Her moans just get deeper and more frequent.

She is very welcome to grab and groan. He’s always been the type to thrive on praise and he’ll consider her enthusiasm just another form of that.

Han’s gotta be a little bit creative to stay on the bed, but thankfully, the bed that Carol has here is pretty spacious for being on a starship. He’s very close to sitting on her feet and got his own body twistied into a near crouch. Meanwhile, one of his hands is placed on her outer thigh and one on the mattress, helping him stay steady.

More tongue gets recruited into his efforts gradually. He doesn’t do a lot of actual thrusting, unless he catches it driving her wild. He’s always found that the longer more shallow strokes have generally pleased his partners more than penative efforts have.

If Carol wasn't so entirely blissed out from his attention she may have realized how cramped up he was. Then she could've moved up onto the pillows or moved diagonally or... well, she's still too blissed out to notice. So good for him on being flexible.

She's very focused on the strokes of his tongue and how they're making pleasure spread across her body. There won't be any complaints from her, just lots of moans.

Again, he's fighting the urge to fall into the pattern of go faster. There was the possibility that it might work for Carol Danvers in a way it wouldn't work for most of the other ladies he knew, but he figures he ought to stick what he knows works pretty good.

Consistency was greater than urgency when it comes to giving oral to a woman. At least in his experiences, anyway. He's never given it in this order before and he wonders how much of what he's tasting right now was due to him.

Anyway, he keeps making those broad strokes of his tongue along the length of all that sensitive flesh. Leaving his face nice and close for her to rub up on if she needs to. Humming tunelessly when he can manage to give her that vibration feeling that most ladies seem to like.

So far so good. Carol does like fast, but she also likes what he's doing right now. Since it seems like neither of them want this to be the only time they get together, he could always try the fast approach the next time they meet.

She does rub up on his face a little because he's making her feel so good that she can't stay still. Gods, he's really, really good at this. She really wishes that they could go at this for ages, but, "I'm...oh god, I'm close."

"Good." He murmurs and speeds up just a bit. Not enough to throw off all that consistent feeling he's been trying to build up for her, but it might be just the thing to get her to that climax.

Han does very badly want to get her to that point - because he knows it's not a skill that everyone has and he's pretty good at it. He wants her to know that he's good at it. Perhaps to prove that he's worth her time. It would make him feel good knowing he could bring her to climax with oral too.

So far he hasn't done or said anything that makes her think he isn't worth her time. The smuggling part could be a little iffy, but she doesn't think he'd do anything actually destructive. There are people out there who hurt others on purpose and those are the people she can't stand.

But a handsome smuggler who gives good oral? Well, that's been pretty great so far. And him picking up the pace is exactly the thing she needs to finally come over the edge for the third time tonight.

If she knew that smuggling was the only way he could still be a pilot, would she see him differently? Because he’d been dishonorably discharged for protecting an imperial alien slave, no less. It doesn’t really make his activities less criminal, but this life was not what he wanted for himself.

He just doesn’t really like to talk about his past or care to explain himself to pretty much anyone. There is a nice man in him somewhere, though. Most people who get to know him get the sense of that.

He stays close when she climaxes. A pleased little smile on his face. Maybe he shouldn’t have in case she’s the flailing type, but he trusts everything will be alright. When she seems to be over the most intense peak of her pleasure, he collapses beside her. Han had been hard at one point, but was not really able to sustain the erection the whole time he was going down on her.

Yes, actually. If he ever felt comfortable sharing that about himself, she'd be honored to know it. Quite frankly, that easily could've been her story had she been born out here and not on Earth.

Carol does that sometimes - jumps to conclusions based on very little information - but she's also open to having her mind changed. And although she knows very little about him, she can tell that he's more or less a good man. The story about helping shut down that slave ring confirmed that.

Once he's back down next to her, she reaches over to lazily run her fingers over his. "That was some of the best I've ever had." The man worked hard for that compliment - he deserved it.

The way that she reaches for his hand makes him feel warm. Tenderness was so rare when he was growing up that now, a little goes a very long way with Han. It doesn’t show outwardly, but it makes him feel even better than the compliment does ... though he’s happy to accept that too.

“Same here.” He says with a bemused smile on his lips. He lets his thumb drag over her hand, if at any point it’s close enough to do so. “I bet I’ll sleep like a log.”

When Carol feels comfortable enough with someone to be cuddly, she really leans into the cuddling. That's why he's getting the closeness and the touching that she doesn't always give to her partners. She also to admit that she likes hearing that she's also been some of his best.

A smile of her own settles on her lips as she readjusts herself a little on the bed with the assumption that each of them is shortly going to fall asleep. But she does stay close enough where he could easily reach out to touch her. "Yeah, me too."

Han arches his back. Pulling his hand away so that he can cover his mouth with it and ‘yawn’. It’s a common play where he comes from to withdraw your arm away and then return it in a slightly more intimate position than you began with. In this case, slightly more would be his fingers laced with hers. Maybe lean his body in beside her ...

Instead, Captain Solo has made the very subtle move of grabbing her around the waist and trying to spoon. He’ll find out quickly enough if she’s amicable, he supposes, because she just won’t budge.

It's a common ploy on Earth, too. And she nearly laughs seeing it played out halfway across the galaxy. She can appreciate the lack of subtly, too.

But she is agreeable to it. It's a little much for a woman used to sleeping alone, but she likes Han, and she did say she wanted to stay close, and she's willing to give it a try. "Next time I'm the big spoon," she says as she shifts a little to get a bit more comfortable.

He thought it was a great idea because if she truly hated it, he could have played it out like it was a joke ... if she was familiar with that old ploy, anyway. Leave it to Han to try to turn one of the most powerful superheroes of earth into his human body pillow. You could consider him marginally successful with that.

However, if she’d rather be the one curling up to him? He’s fine with it. So long as she wants to be around him, it doesn’t really matter him how they tangle up.

“You can be the big spoon now, if you want.” In fact, he doesn’t even wait for her to reply before he’s turning he other way. “It doesn’t bother me any.”

Well now - this is quite the surprise. Was fragile masculinity just not a thing in this sector of space or did Han just not have it? Either way, she's impressed and kind of delighted.

She shifts now that she's the big spoon and slides her arm around his waist. Pressing a kiss to his shoulder, she then murmurs, "You're not like most men I've met." Knowing a woman less than 12 hours and letting her be the big spoon? That's not usual. At least not in her experience.

There was the chance that this young man, who didn’t have a lot of real and lasting connections with others was afraid - even now - to lose this one. He’d deny it. Perhaps not even recognize it in himself. It’s there, though. It was definitely part of him.

Having said that, Han isn’t afraid of strong women. He learned at a young age that it’s as important a trait in a female as it is in a male. You couldn’t grow up in the conditions on the Traders Luck without being tough ...

“Is that a problem?” Han asks with a touch more sincerity than she might have expected. He closes his eyes and soaks up all the ways that her skin pressed against his. “I’m not sure I could be like them if I tried.”

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Carol closes her eyes now that the adrenaline and excitement from some good sex is slowly starting to leave her body. She suspects that Han is even more tired than her. "No, that's a good thing. I don't want you to be like them."

He was something interesting and different, which she believes is why she's been so drawn to him. There's a lot of layers there to get through, and he's been peeling some of them for her, but she's curious about the others.

Han is very tired. From this evenings events, yes, but it’s more of that chronic tired that you find in people who are broke and down on their luck. His work doesn’t help either. He can adjust. He can hang in there, but you’d have to wonder what the long term effects are gonna be. He won’t be young forever.

His breathing starts to slow as he settles in with her. Carol is not the softest woman he’s ever curled up with, but all that strength she has is kind of exciting. To be close to something so unique makes you feel special by proxy. He’s gotta figure that he’ll sleep more deeply with a fellow military person that he knows can handle her business too.

“I like that you’re not like people I know either.”

Then hopefully he can have one night of semi-decent sleep. Carol has a chronic tired of always moving and always fighting, which is different from a broke and down on their luck kind of tired. She definitely needs some rest, though.

"Mmm, good. I've been assuming I'm one-of-a-kind." Carol isn't always humble and usually defaults to some kind of joke even as she's drifting off to sleep. "Good night, Han."

When you can crack the foundation of a building with a punch from your bare knuckles, you’re probably entitled to not be humble once in a while. You probably won’t hear anyone complaining about you - who would want to draw your ire? This scoundrel isn’t gonna cast the first stone, though. He’s not humble all the time.

He tries to answer her with a good night of his own, but it gets half interrupted by a yawn. If there’s a blanket around and it’s not that big of a deal, he’ll reach to pull it over the two of them.

It’s the first good rest that Han Solo has gotten in a very long time ...

There is a blanket and Carol tugs it up a little higher behind her where he couldn't quite reach. It was cute of him to tuck them both in.

Han falls asleep first, but Carol is right behind him and slipping into that good, deep sleep. She didn't set any kind of alarm so hopefully he doesn't have any place he needs to be.

P.S. I will 100% get back to you about the Captain Marvel issues. I finished the first trade. I've just had a lot of balls in the air these last two weeks!

It’s not as if this was the first time Han had disappeared on Chewbacca. He was, as far as the Wookiee could tell, a difficult human to keep track of - especially when he didn’t want to be located.

When he’d returned to the cantina and asked around to enough of the patrons to realize his pal had left the bar with woman ... he had a feeling he knew what his Captain was up to. Moreover, he supported it. Han could be moody and he was always easier to deal with for a while after he got a chance to ‘unwind’. It miffed him a little that Solo was skulking off while their ship was half torn apart, but sometimes these opportunities have a limited window.

He understood it. Waited an hour or so to see if Han was going to be quick and then, hulled up to sleep for the night. It was when he didn’t come back the next morning that Chewbacca thought he ought to start looking for Han.

Sometime into trying to track him down the next morning, he’d heard about the encounter with a few upstarts that considered themselves rivals. That was ... sort of troubling, but not entirely uncommon an occurance for Han. His partner had been dealing with people who wanted to kill him a lot longer than the two of them had known each other. There were some odd discriptions that concerned him a lot. Humans being slammed into buildings and fire that came, not out of a blaster, but from someone’s bare hands.

Mulling over the details, it seemed like kind of a tall tale. And smugglers were known to exaggerate at times. It was just weird enough to make him wonder if any of it was true ...

Chewbacca ran back to the Bria to grab his bowcaster and began using all of the tracking skills (which he’d been honing over almost two-hundred years) to find his friend.

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