“I still don’t trust that Lando,” Leia said as she ran a brush through her long hair.
“Fuck, I know…” Han sat down without taking his eyes off her “Did you hear him? ‘yOu LoOk AbSoLuTeLy BeAuTiFuL. yOu TrUlY bElOnG hErE wItH uS aMoNg ThE cLoUdS.’”
Leia laughed. “What are you trying to say, that I’m ugly?”
Han blushed. “What? Sweetheart… no…”
She cut him off mid-blubber with a kiss. “Don’t hurt yourself, moon jockey.”
He grinned at her and kissed the tip her nose, then reached behind her and took the brush from her tabletop. “Can I help you?”
Leia raised an eyebrow. “Help me… bush my hair?”
“Yeah… you have beautiful hair.”
She looked up at him, brown eyes wide. This was the longest they’d been together off the Falcon, and the first time they’d been without Chewie or Luke. There was an unspoken understanding between them, but some awkwardness still lingered. Sometimes Leia watched Han sleeping at night, full of both overwhelming love and a desire to know everything about the man lying next to her.
She hadn’t volunteered those answers herself. She wanted him to know her favorite flower, what her mother called her when she was a child, what she named her stuffed Bantha - all the memories of Alderaan that still lived on in her and could live in him. But there was never a right time to tell him, just like there never seemed to be a right time to tell him that she loved him. Sometimes she’d whisper it to him at night, when she was sure he was asleep and couldn’t hear. “I love you,” she’d say, her voice barely audible to anyone but her. Sometimes he’d twitch and her heart would stop. Other nights, he was so deep in his sleep he didn’t stir, and a part of her wished he’d react to the sound of her voice.
She sat down and nodded. His smile widened as he gently moved the brush through her chestnut hair. “That feels nice,” she cooed.
“Your hair is so soft… it’s so beautiful.” He paused and caught her eye in the mirror.
Leia bit her lower lip and took a deep breath. “My mom used to do this with me… she’d brush my hair and braid it, twist it up like the ladies of Alderaan.” Her pulse was quick and her mouth a little dry, as if she’d just confessed something to him.
“That’s so sweet…” Han’s breath tickled the back of her neck and she smiled.
“Yeah… I learned how to do it myself but I always let her do it for the really big events.”
Han smirked. “Your hair always looks beautiful to me.” He kissed her cheek. “And now you know how to do it for… you know.”
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