Undoing a thigh holster gets a person’s hand tantalizingly close to one’s crotch and Han makes no attempt to hide the fact that he is very interested in where Nat’s hands are. She might notice that he started getting hard the moment she jumped in his lap, too. The Corellian wannabe pilot isn’t a virgin, per se, but between this time and last time ... the Widow must have noticed there’s still a touch of shyness that comes from the fact that he’s inexperienced.

“Safety. Right.” He murmurs, in a hazy voice after taking a second to process what she’d said. His hands click over the safety so that she can remove the weapon and the belt however she wants, then he puts them to work. Unzipping that skin tight uniform of hers. His eyes feast on the skin as it’s revealed to him.

To sate her urge to be grabbed, Han puts his hands on her boobs. The callouses on his palms are almost impossibly hard for someone who was not quite twenty. At first it’s just pressure there. The heavy, roughness of his hands on some of her most sensitive skin and then, he squeezes.