ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ʟᴇɪᴀ ᴏʀɢᴀɴᴀ

Me? [She props herself up on one elbow, letting her palm slide lower, over the softness of his stomach, warm and familiar.]

Never. It's just...

[Here, she bends a little closer, lips brushing his earlobe in a kiss before she pulls back.]

You always make me feel so good. [Leia gives Stan a fond look.] With your big, strong hands...your mouth...

[That hand strays lower, gives him a quick squeeze through his boxers.]

I had an idea of how I could return the favor.