A/N: This just came up once as a mushy-fluffy moment but it had potential.

This is kind of a lax multichapter, slowly on-going probably, and I don't know what to do with it honestly. If people like it or have suggestions for the plot (PM it to me so others don't see!) I'll put more commitment into it. :)

Every Corner of the Galaxy


"This is the last trip we're ever taking for the Republic."

Han put an arm around the Princess's shoulders, and she leaned into his side. They walked slowly through the almost deserted hangar.

"Not for a while, I hope." she smiled, looking down at their intertwined hands, two silver bands twinkling up from the mix of fingers. She held hers closer to her face, admiring the rare blue-green gemstone set in the ring.

"It's almost cruel," he lamented lowly. "Shouldn't you be planning the wedding and looking at dresses and stuff?"

"There's six months left."

"You're not a normal girl."

She beamed up at him who couldn't resist kissing those lips. "Of course not. I hope you've noticed this earlier."

"Not normal in so many good ways." he added.

They looked up to see the familiar outline of the Millennium Falcon.

"At least they're letting us go in your ship."

"Our."

"What?"

"Our ship, hon," he chided gently as he reached up to open the gangway. "If you're gonna be my girl you're gonna have to know what's yours too."

Leia's cheeks flushed a pleased shade of pink. Although most people would think this would just go with anybody, it was something special with Han Solo. The Falcon was his most prized possession, his sole home, half his heart. She was extremely touched that he would let go of it for her.

They boarded, their belongings already packed from the day before. Han plunked himself down comfortably in his familiar chair, sighing contentedly. Leia lowered herself into the oversized co-pilot chair, brushing off some strands of Wookie fur like it was nothing. Han's pride swelled in his chest at the sight of his tiny fiancee sitting straight-backed and confident in the huge chair, hands already busy with starting up the engines.

"Hey," he said softly. She looked up, startled, brown eyes wide. A wisp of hair fell above one eye and he brushed it away gently. "You wanna take control for the start?"

She smiled almost shyly, knowing how much willpower this was taking him, to give the controls over. "Of course."

The doors slid open slowly and the ship lumbered out under the experienced hand of the Princess. She had gotten quite used to the quirks and shenanigans of the freighter and it went almost as smoothly as if Han had piloted it.

Soon the ship was far enough to jump to hyperspace. Han typed in the calculations and pulled the lever, and the stars stretched to mottled purple.

"I always thought hyperspace was kind of spooky and quiet." Leia commented into the peaceful silence. "But now, after all of the bustle, it's almost peaceful."

"Yeah." Han nodded in agreement. Their hands simultaneously reached out for each other and they clasped them tightly.

"I think I like this color, too."

"Really?" he smiled and she nodded, eyes distant, a faint smile on her own face.

"A very vibrant, expressive purple."

"You know," Han smirked. "Purple's the color of royalty."

"Oh please, that wasn't even a real title."

"You sure acted like it."

"Han."

He studied her face, the glow of her cheeks, the rise of her nose, the glint of her eyes. She returned the gaze steadily.

"You know the reason I fell in love with you?" Han asked lightly.

"No."

"Me neither."

"Wow, Han."

"Nah, just kidding," he grinned, running his thumb over her knuckles possessively.

"Well?" She quirked an eyebrow.

"You're beautiful." he started, starting to count off on his fingers. "You're smart, strong, quick, a hard worker, amazing with a blaster, knows how to pilot a ship, takes charge..." He paused, thinking. "Oh, and you're undeniably sexy."

Leia Organa blushed for the third time that day.

"You're so cute when you're embarrassed too." he finished. "Ten, and probably a trillion more that I can't think of at the moment."

"Thank you." she said in a fake-formal voice. Han got to his feet, stretching with a low groan.

"It's too early," he moaned, leaning tiredly against the padded doorframe. Leia swiveled her chair around to face him, slouching in a very un-princesslike form. Her turqouise tee-shirt was rumpled, her casual sweatpants creased. Her hair was in a messy low bun. In short, she overall looked like the complete opposite of a royal Princess of Alderaan.

He loved it.

"I need a kaffe." Leia agreed.

The kaffe maker rumbled, sputtering a few times but was quickly fixed by a few twiddles of dials and an occasional bang on the side of the machine. She smirked amusedly, watching the precarious line of events.

"Even your household items are put together and renovated." she jabbed at him. Han shot her a half-affronted glare.

"This machine makes the best stinkin' kaffe you'd ever have."

"I think I would know." She accepted a cup and sat back, sipping the hot liquid.

"You know..." Han said after awhile. "This could be a...er, pre-honeymoon." He winked.

"Like we have the time," Leia reprimanded him lightly.

The nav computer bleeped in confirmation of the princess's words.

Han shot her a mock-sad glance. "The way back?"

"Maybe."


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