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knock you down a peg

[After the dust settles, after her own business is resolved, Leia finally gets to come and visit Gravity Falls. It's a quaint place, and different from how she'd imagined it, but she's surprised, come evening time, how much it reminds her of Endor. Tall trees framing the night sky, the late summer moon hung low in the sky. Mabel and Dipper left not two days ago, and the house is alarmingly quiet in their absence. But after everything, Leia's not complaining about silence. About being alone in a house with Stan, the crickets and frogs singing through the open windows.

She stretches out next to Stan in bed, the lamp next to them turned down low. One hand smooths through his hair, pushing it away from his forehead, and she kisses him on the nose.]

You know, I've been thinking.

[It's not hard, judging by the tone of her voice, exactly what topic she's been thinking about.]

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[A shiver runs down his spine at the look she gives him, and he reaches up to push her hair from her face, then runs his hand down her back, his touch teasingly light.]

Alright, ya got me curious. You got a plan, kitten?

[Leia hums softly, enjoying his touch, squirming a little into his fingertips, and nods.]

I was a general, honey. I've always got a plan.

[She sits up, reaching down to tug at the hem of her nightgown.]

And the first step is getting you out of those boxers.

[That earns her a grin, same as Bossy Leia does.]

Yes Ma’am!

[He doesn’t know what he expected, still doesn’t imagine that she’s ready to go right this minute.

But he sheds his underwear, and then moves to help her shed her nightgown, which is really just an excuse to run his hands over her body as it’s revealed.]

[Leia hums softly, approvingly, feeling his big hands slide up her sides, skim over the softest parts of her. Their clothes discarded, she stretches out again, half-atop him, and winds her arms around him. She's not about to go straight into it; he might have agreed to give it a try, but that doesn't give her license to dive right in. Instead, she curls her hand over his hip, rubbing gently, and kisses him, a slow and gentle thing that ramps up in intensity before very long.]

[When she stretches out again half on top of him, his hands settle on her back, one trailing up and down her spine in response to her gentle hand rubbing at his hip. He pulls one leg up, spreading them for her while they kiss. As the kiss grows in intensity, he makes a rough, satisfied sound, one hand sliding down to get a handful of her behind and arch up to grind their hips together lazily.

Slow-paced but intense making out is probably one of his favorite ways to kill time, and he's definitely enjoying it plenty right now.]

[This pace works just fine for her; easing into things never hurt anyone, and it's nice besides. She gasps, feeling his hand grab at her bottom, pulling her into him, and when she exhales it's with a low moan. The hand on his hip drifts down to his inner thigh, skimming over the skin there teasingly before it settles on his groin, palming over his cock, gentle but firm.]

[Much as he doesn’t want to stop kissing her, the little gasp and soft moan makes him answer with a satisfied chuckle.

One that cuts off into a moan of his own when her hand settles over his cock. His cock twitches under her hand, and his hips press up into her touch, and he cups the back of her neck to bring her into a searing kiss.]

[His reaction is exactly as she'd hoped; Leia kisses back eagerly, running her tongue across his lower lip, feeling the edges of his stubble on its tip before she tilts her head to deepen the kiss. Meanwhile, her free hand reaches off to the side, digging in the bedside drawer for the little bottle of lube that's taken up residence there.

Leia pulls back for only a moment, long enough to grin mischievously down at him as she squirts some of it onto her hand behind her back, and then leans back down to kiss into his jawline as her now slicked-up hand takes up residence on his cock again, stroking slowly.]

[He fully immerses himself in the kiss, missing when her hand reaches off to the nightstand. And then she pulls back and he looks up at her, arching an eyebrow at that mischievous grin on her face.

When her slick hand closes around him, he gasps, head tilting back to expose more of his jaw to her kisses. His heart pounds, knowing what her slick hand has in store for him, nerves and the pleasure of her slick hand on his cock at war with one another.]

Hah... Y'really knew I couldn't say no to you, huh.

[She grins into his pulse, thumb sliding over the head of Stan's cock, and huffs a laugh into his skin.]

You can still say no, Stan.

[Her fingers work lower, massaging the underside of his shaft, cupping his balls, all the while sucking a mark out on his skin, He can tell her to stop whenever he wants, but she's very much hoping he won't have cause to do so.]

[His pulse is racing underneath her kisses, but when the kisses turn to determined sucking he makes a ragged noise like he’s just been stabbed, fidgeting underneath her with need.]

Do your worst, kitten.

[*He may regret that.]

[That sound is all the encouragement she needs; his verbal encouragement is only the icing on the cake. Emboldened, she lets her fingers slip down to his taint, pressing gently, massaging into that spot, seeing if she can't stimulate his prostate while she's down there.]

That's my brave man. [Her voice is low and a little breathy with excitement as she offers him some encouragement.

[He shifts under her to get comfortable as her fingers slide down past his balls and press and-

He sucks in a breath, back arching and a shiver running down his spine, the praise and the tone of her voice getting to him just as much as the fingers pressing against his taint.]

[She'll take that as a good sign; Leia sighs against Stan's neck, letting her finger slide back and forth across that expanse of skin. The lube keeps things nice and slick as she slowly teases lower and lower, murmuring sweet nothings in his ear as she does.]

[She sighs against his neck and he shudders, turning his head toward her to nuzzle his lips against her forehead.

It feels...weird. Intimate, but not really in a good way, yet. Even the shock of pleasure when she first pressed her fingers there was almost too much. He shifts, anxiously, his knee swinging in and almost against her arm, but he opens his legs again.]

[Leia can feel him shifting, fidgeting, and that's her sign to slow down, to take a little more time; her hand drifts back up to his cock, giving him a little more attention there. She lifts her chin enough to regard him with patient care.]

Still okay?

[Checking in frequently is important; she can't just plod stubbornly ahead like an AT-AT unit.]

[He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding when her slick hand slides back to his cock, the tension draining back out of him.

When she looks up at him, he looks up at the ceiling, not wanting to disappoint her.]

You ain’t done anything yet.

[Leia's brows raise upward, and her hand stills. She gives Stan a Look, cocking her head at him.]

If you want me to stop, I will.

[He looks at her and has the decency to look sheepish under that Look.]

Nah, I’m just... Psyching myself out over it, is all. Like how the leadup to getting a shot’s always worse than the shot itself.

[She smiles knowingly, gaze dropping for a moment, and leans up to kiss him on the cheek.]

Just relax. Let me take care of you.

[Her hand slips down again, only after she's added a little bit more lube, and begins to run down his shaft and then back behind his balls. Her fingers slip a little closer to his entrance, now, rubbing in gentle circles.]

Hah, relax, easy for you to say you're not the one taking fingers where the sun don't shine-

[The sass bleeds out of him when her fingers brush over his entrance, brow furrowing but not protesting the weird sensation.]

I've done it before. [She says it so nonchalantly, like one might say they've ridden a horse or flown in an airplane. Her finger starts to circle his entrance, not quite dipping in yet, but getting him acclimatized to the sensation.]

Besides, I've seen you handle much more frightening things.

[As she says that, her fingertip begins to press, very gradually, against his asshole, letting the lube and that tight ring of muscle do most of the work.]

You- what- You what??

[You broke him, good job. He doesn’t have anything to say to her remark about how he’s faced scarier things, now he’s stuck on the fact that some idiot didn’t appreciate that she has the most perfect cunt in the universe and decided to get cocky and go for the back door instead.

On the bright side, this also opens him up for her finger to slip inside, his hole only clenching down around her once it’s already in.]

Stanley, I'm fifty-three. I've tried a few things in my time.

[If he'd known her as a free-spirited eighteen- or nineteen-year old, there'd have been no doubt in his mind, honestly.

Her smile darkens, feeling him give over to her finger, and she coos out a soft, encouraging sigh.]

That's it, sweetheart. You're doing so good.

I'm seventy and I never thought about tryin' this until now--

[His counter trails off with a confused but not protesting sound. Her little sigh and praise makes him blush, brow furrowing as he tries to relax to let her keep going.

He shudders out a sigh, and shifts.]

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