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Laughter, eh?
After Alderaan, Leia never thought she’d laugh again. Sure, she’d laughed out of relief when Artoo stopped the trash compactor and she’d laughed incredulously the first time she’d seen the Falcon, but a real deep laugh that she felt throughout her body, that reverberated deep in her bones? No, she never thought she’d laugh like that again.
She was content to wander around the base from task to task ordering her troops around and hiding behind her ‘resting bitch face’ as she’d heard Jensen call it. It hurt, sure it hurt but it’s not like they saw her as a living, breathing human with feelings that could be hurt. No, not Her Royal Highness, she felt nothing, right? Even Luke had a difficult time not following the lead of those around him. In fact there was only one person who refused to see he as some sort of frigid, closed off bitch.
Han Solo.
Han would quietly make sure she was taken care of, brining her smuggled Alderaani goods any time he went on a mission or a supply run. Bringing her food when she would hide in piles of intelligence paperwork. Reminding her to sleep, making her leave her office, or his most common act, just being nearby. His presence, she learned kept her night terrors from overtaking her and she spent a lot more nights on the Falcon or with Han sleeping on the floor of her quarters than she’d ever admit.
Finally, a few weeks after turning twenty after dinner and a little Corellian whiskey, not enough to be intoxicating but just enough to loosen her up a bit, she found herself sitting in Han‘s lap staring intently into his soft hazel eyes.
“What do you see, sweetheart?” He spoke gently, his hands resting on her hips willing his body not to react.
She shrugged.
“Whatever it is, must be pretty interesting.” He spoke keeping his hands still on her hips.
“Do you think I’m a bitch?”
“Sure.” He spoke simply, honestly. He’d never lied to her no matter how much he wanted to sometimes.
She furrowed her eyebrows at him. “Of course you do, you all do. Sure, a strong woman is always a bitch.“
Han sighed reaching up and stroking her cheek. “Ain’t a bad thing Leia. You’d‘ve done yourself in by now if you weren’t such a bitch. Living out of spite don’t make it easy to be around you all the time, but it’s kept you alive.”
She looked down and away. “It’s getting late, I should probably go.”
“You’re staying right here. I know what day today is.”
She nodded remembering the promise he’d made weeks ago to not let her be alone on the anniversary of the destruction of Alderaan.
She nodded looking too long at his lips.
“What?” He spoke, noticing her face flush just a bit.
She looked into his eyes again and he watch hers soften and without any real warning she’d kissed him. Pulling back when she felt his body respond.
Han cleared his throat. “Sorry.”
She smiled at him.
“Just ignore him.”
“He’s very responsive.” She spoke, making no move t get up.
“He‘s kind of a dick, but he’s harmless.“
Leia laughed, light laughter at first.
Han smiled at her. “You think it’s funny, huh?” He growled into her neck, his three day beard tickling her causing her to really laugh. “What’s the matter your ticklishness?” He spoke as fits of laughter over took her.
“Gods.” She laughed. “If my mother could see me now.” She spoke wiping her eyes. “In the arms of a Corellian smugger, drinking whiskey and contemplating going to bed with him.”
“What would she say?”
“She’d ask me if I had my diaphragm with me.” Leia deadpanned.
Han raised his eyebrows and Leia laughed at the shock in the eyes of the oh-so-cavalier smuggler.
“The look on your face.” She laughed leaning back against the holo-chess table.
He smiled at her.
“What?”
“I don’t think I‘ve ever seen you laugh like that.”
She smiled at him.
“M’gonna have to find ways to make that happen more often, Princess.”
