Just a one shot I did for a challenge like a year ago. I don't know what made me think of it again, but hey, I like it so um...
Disclamer/ Warning: This is slash, witch I don't own. Hey killing two birds with one stone.
"I am not gonna wear those!" Said Luke, neatly kicking the pile of dress clothes Leia had picked.
"Oh yes you are Skywalker, I'll not have my brother look like a common …." She paused, her eyes following Han as he entered. Luke was positive she was going to say smuggler.
"No, I'm not, there is nothing wrong with my tunic. It was just cleaned." Luke stated, folding his arms over his chest like that was the end of it.
"Fooled me." She said. Her eyes turned from Luke to Han, she threw her hands in to the air with an exasperated sigh.
"Fine, look like trash at the Council meeting, but don't think for one minuet that I
admit to knowing you two." She then huffed dramatically from the room.
"Good morning to you too, Princess." Snapped Han. "She seems particularly snarly this morning." He said, turning to Luke. Luke just flared his nostrils.
"Look at what she tried to make me wear! In Public!" Luke (with the dramatic flare that only the skywalkers can accomplish) grabbed the clothes from the floor and held then very close to Han's face.
"She…wants you to look nice…." Said Han, eyeing the clothes with distaste.
"No she wants to control my entire existence." Han rolled his eyes.
"Come here." Luke made no objections. Han pulled Luke into his arms and nuzzled in
to his neck.
" I miss you." He whimpered, snuggled in to his lover.
"Well were busy." Luke snapped, tense in his arms.
"I know, and you herd Leia earlier, we get the entire night off, after the meeting." Han said.
"So…"
"So if you were the clothes," He glanced and flinched at the pile." Then we can go to the meeting, Leia wont bother us later, and we can spend all night with each other."
Luke smiled.
"That sounds so nice, but I wont wear those."
"Luke." Said Han, sternly. "I am going to be with you tonight, without a 'excitable clothing' speech from Leia, so one way or another, you are getting in to those clothes."
"What are you going to do-" Luke broke off as Han pulled him to the ground. Luke pulled away, but Han locked his legs firmly around his waist and pulled his tunic over his head. Luke twisted to the sides in vain attempt to get away.
"Your just making it hard on your self." Han grunted as Luke elbowed him painfully in the rib, but Han had seceded in wrenching off Luke's shirt. Luke lunched forward, but Han was faster, he caught him round the chest and pulled him back. Then he launched attack on the Jedi's weakness. Luke was incredibly ticklish on his ribs. He laughed madly and flopped in Han's lap.
"S-" laugh "stop-" laugh "stop it-" laugh "Han!" Han smiled and began tugging hard at his pants. Luke (who was still laughing) began to kick and wriggle.
"Han! Stop" he laughed and coughed as Han finally pulled his pants free. It was then that he relished he was nearly naked in his lover's lap. Han took advantage of his momentary pause to pull the dress robe over his head. Luke fought again, this time, since his limbs were pinned to his sides by the robe, he rocked his head, landing a painful blow to Han's nose. Han grunted but continued to pull until Luke was doing what he said he wouldn't. Wearing the dress clothes.
"I hate you." he said, narrowing his eyes at Han who laughed.
Luke and Han arrived late to the meeting, both dressed nicely, with wild hair. Leia crinkled her nose at their hair, but said nothing. Luke and Han sat through the meeting and Han spent the rest of the night making up to Luke.