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31 Jan 2021
After a long spell apart, Han and Leia reunite for a spot of... stargazing.
‘Sure,’ he said, shifting, leaning across her to pull the other strap down, not quite baring her chest. ‘Constellations; I know ’em.’
She shot him an amused look. ‘Name me one constellation in the sky above us right now.’
‘Big Triangle,’ Han answered promptly. He wasn’t putting any of his weight on her, bracing himself so that he was hardly touching her other than where his nose nuzzled her neck, but still the proximity of him made her chest tighten, her hand coming up to stroke the plane of his back. ‘Small Square. Great Northern Somethin’.’
‘We’re not even in the northern hemisphere,’ she reminded him.
10 Jan 2021
Leia's attempt to put some distance between herself and Han falls apart. Which might be just fine.
Leia was no stranger to doing audacious things in plain sight—it was a natural part of spying for the Alliance in the Imperial Senate—but they were usually things that could make or break a years-long effort to save the galaxy from tyranny, and not about trying to avoid an awkward situation entirely of her own making.
Perhaps it wasn’t such a problem. Han, after all, was oblivious to the awkwardness, reading with enthusiasm from a holonet page about the eighty different kinds of spiced cider one could procure from a stall at the winter market they’d be visiting tomorrow, just the two of them, alone.
01 Nov 2020
On a five-day mission, Han and Leia seek alone time. Pretty clear what's going on, right?
Leia eyed him over the rim of her mug. Over his shoulder, the very last of the sun was slipping down behind a dune, the light changing from orange to a gloomy indigo. ‘I think,’ she said, very casually, ‘that we ought to go and debrief, Han. While today’s still fresh in our minds.’
He blinked a couple of times before his eyes widened in recognition. ‘Right. Debrief. Yes. Seems important,’ he said quickly. ‘Let’s go…’ He gestured in the general direction of his ship. ‘…Do that.’
‘Good idea!’ Leia shot to her feet. ‘Night, everyone.’
To Donna's consternation, Josh's outdoorsman streak continues.
‘Aren’t you gonna come with me?’ he asks, whatever strange burst of impulsive whimsy is driving his decision-making fading a little. The very small part of him that has, to his own surprise as much as anyone’s, decided it would be enjoyable to stand out in a rainstorm is also certain it won’t be as good without Donna.
‘You don’t want me to stay here so I can describe to the police what the local roadside axe-murderer looks like?’ she wonders, which also does its bit to kill his sense of childlike joy at nature, or whatever.
He plows on, determined. ‘Don’t you think in ten years’ time this will be an interesting story to tell?’
‘The time I contracted pneumonia with my boss?’
‘Would you get into the spirit of the thing a little?’ he begs.
She stares at him for a long moment before letting out a heavy sigh, unbuckling her seatbelt and reaching into the backseat for her coat. ‘I don’t get paid enough for this.’
01 May 2020
After the war, Han and Leia find it's easier to feel at home in some places than others.
But it was a blip, Leia had insisted, fastening her braids, pulling on her jacket like armor as she prepared to head back to the capital not two days later. She’d know what she was in for next time. She’d talk to Luke about shielding.
‘Yeah,’ Han had replied, ‘or you could talk to Mon Mothma about holocommuting.’
‘She already lets me do that most of the time,’ Leia had pointed out. ‘Come on, Han; you know some things are too important or too sensitive to talk about them over a damn hololink.’
‘Fine,’ he’d conceded. ‘Then how about this: they could run the government outta some other planet not haunted by Darth Heeby-Jeeby the Terrifying?’
‘We can’t just give up on Coruscant,’ she’d said, zipping her overnight bag. ‘From a strategic standpoint as well as a symbolic one.’