Ok, here is the mature-rated fic. It doesn't relate to any other specific fic of mine - or any of yours for that matter - just something to relieve the angst that I usually write. There's more chapters to come. Hope you like it!

Chapter 1: It's Complicated

Another mission. Another cover role to play. Another seedy motel on another backwater system.

The room had a bed barely big enough for two and a small storage cabinet. Beyond that, there was nothing except the relatively clean fresher. The floor was another matter and he wasn't about to sleep on it. It wasn't the first mission where they shared a bed.

She slept facing away from him and fully covered. He slept in only his undershorts, lying next to her and staring up at the ceiling in the dark. The warmth of her body next to him made him think. He thought of the way they were together on base fighting against each other and when they were in a blaster fight fighting for each other, watching each other's back. In a circle that he had gone through several times already that night, again it made him think of her warm back facing him.

It was complicated with them.

More complicated than anyone around them suspected. In fact, it was so convoluted, that he wondered if they would ever find a way to untangle what it had become between them. Their relationship was as it had always been – contemptuous, tempestuous, and contentious. It wasn't an act. It was that way even on missions with nobody else around, except… on missions and only on missions, there was also something else.

He rolled to his side, facing her back, he slid his arm over her waist and pulled her body against him. His hand roamed eagerly and possessively down her thighs and back up her front to the top of her collar. He put his mouth to her ear.

"You know I don't like it when you wear clothes to bed," he whispered gruffly as he unfastened the front of her shirt.

"I thought you liked a challenge," she whispered back not turning to look at him.

"You're challenge enough."

"How do you know I even want you?" Her argument weakened by a voice laced with underlying lust.

His hands had roughly worked off her shirt and loose leggings. She didn't put up any sort of struggle, but she didn't help him either. She never did. He stroked the same path as before on smooth skin this time. He dropped his hands to briefly cup her breast and flick her taut tip before his fingers went directly down between her legs to feel her sumptuous wetness.

He smirked and growled into her hair as she moaned, obviously under his power already.

"Because I know you always want me." He quickly worked off his undershorts, his body already rock hard with desire.

He grabbed her panties and dragged them down her legs as fast as he could, then rammed himself inside of her from behind. His one hand grasping her soft mound with one finger dominating her sweet spot. His other arm was wrapped under her back and grabbed her breast with her nipple being teased in between his thumb and forefinger. He buried his head into her hair and neck as he buried himself deeper into her with each thrust.

"Han-" she gasped at the visceral ecstasy of being taken like that.

"No! You don't get to call me that!" He growled into her ear even though her voice calling his name made his own desire accelerate.

"Captain-" she cried out breathlessly.

He could tell she was on the verge of orgasm.

"Grind your ass back into me like you mean it, Princess," he ordered.

She complied wantonly and almost immediately her body her body bucked and then went stiff with orgasm as her insides contracted around him uncontrollably. He followed her over the cliff, exploding into her with force and gripping her body to him as tightly as possible.

When their breathing slowed and awareness returned, he extricated himself from her and they rolled onto their backs sweaty and content in their rhythmic breathing.

He felt those damn pangs again. Painful memories warned him. He had tried in the past. Maybe it was different this time. He rolled to his side once again and bent his head to kiss her lips.

She turned her head away, "Don't."

"Why not?" he asked, his voice gentle and vulnerable.

"Just… don't." She began to sit up.

"Fuck you," He snarled, hurt from the rejection one too many times.

She sat with her legs over the side of the bed, refusing to face him.

"You already did."

He watched as her perfect shape disappeared into the fresher. He sighed and fell back onto the pillow wondering how they ever got to this point.

It was complicated with them.