Han opened his eyes and looked around the room, his mind slowly waking up from the first good night sleep in weeks. Hell, it was good to be in a bed after spending so much time around the galaxy and in the Millennium Falcon. It was even better to be in his bed, with the woman he loved laying beside him.

He slid closer to Leia and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her neck.

"Hey..." she greeted him, her voice still sleepy.
"Hello sweetheart," he replied, leaving a trail of kisses on her neck and cheeks.

She let out a soft laughter and turned around, facing her assailant.

"It's nice to have you back, Captain."
"And it's nice to be back, Princess."

They shared a tender kiss but before things could get more heated, Leia looked at the clock on the nightstand and pulled back from Han's embrace.

"Where are you going?!" he complained when she got out of bed and in the closet.
"I have a meeting with the Alliance of Free Planets in two hours. I cannot be late for that, and I don't want to."
"Come on... Two hours? We've got plenty of time to finish what we've started."
"Awww you sound so romantic when you say that..." she mocked him while she decided on a Prussian blue dress.
"Leia, I just got home yesterday! Don't I deserve a better treatment?"

She snorted and walked over to him. She bent and placed a kiss on his forehead.

"You'd deserve to sleep in one of the guest rooms more likely. I've hardly seen you for weeks. Now stop acting like a baby hutt, so whiny and greedy, and don't oversleep while I'm busy saving the day."
"Mmmpf. Who do you think I am? Lando Calrissian?! I don't have time to be lazy, I have plenty of repairing to do on the Millennium Falcon."
"Alright then, Mr Busy-pants. But don't forget to make the bed before you go fix your other half."
"What??" Han exclaimed, sitting up straight.
"Making the bed is your punishment for leaving me here all alone for so long. Just be glad it's not something worse. Like holding a conversation with C-3PO, or go with me to a political meeting."

Han let out a loud groan and fell back against his pillow, grumbling that it was unfair and it was definitely not a job for Han Solo.

"I can hear you." Leia cried from the bathroom.

To which he grumbled some more. She came back into the bedroom a few moments later, looking stunning, but Han refrained from mentioning it out of pure (and childish) resentment.

"I'm leaving, I'll try my best to be home for dinner okay?"
"Yeah, if you say so..." he mumbled, sullen.
"Stop acting like a scoundrel, it doesn't work on me and you know that."
"Alright Your Worship, go save the universe while I turn into the perfect housewife."

Leia rolled her eyes and sighed before heading out:

"It can't ever be easy with you... I got to go, love you, see you tonight."

Han let out another groan and stared at the ceiling. It was true that he had a terrible temper. But asking him to make the bed while they had droids to do it? That was plain mean. But then again, it was true that he owed Leia some kind of apology for his long absence.

Alright, he would make the bed. Couldn't be worse than sharing a cockpit with a wookie that hadn't had a bath for days (months?), or trying to negotiate with a hutt. Plus he knew that at the end of the day, he would get to undo the bed with Leia.

Yeah, making the bed wasn't that bad after all.