Leia blinked, disbelief clear on her face. “So, what, we kept a secret for three whole days?”
He tilted his head slightly. “Thereabout, yeah.”
She shook her head and huffed dramatically. “Unbelievable. I was a double agent for two years and I couldn’t even keep this under wraps for a week. I’ve lost my edge.”
Han was about to attempt to reassure her when Leia jerked her head around and stared at the entrance to the lounge. Chewie’s heavy footsteps heralded the Wookiee’s approach seconds later and he stuck his furry head through the doorway.
[To be fair, I do not think your Senate work involved keeping Cub from flirting shamelessly when you were within earshot of a Wookiee.] Chewie said. [I am sorry to have ruined any fun you might have been having sneaking around, though. I can continue to pretend I don’t notice the cuddling and the pheromones if you would prefer.]
Leia glanced between Chewie and Han, brow wrinkled in confusion. “Sorry, Chewie, that’s a new word for me. Cuddling and what?”
Han shot Chewie a glare and the Wookiee grinned mischievously. “Would ya knock it off, fuzzball?” He looked to Leia. “He’s mainly teasing me. Don’t worry about it.”
[Perhaps I could increase the excitement by almost walking past the entirely open doorway of the common area you are kissing in and turning around at the last second. Again.]
Leia’s cheeks burned scarlet, but she let out a flustered laugh. “Stars, I have lost my edge.”
