My second star wars ficlet. If you enjoyed please please review, and also check out my other Han/Leia story- To Break Her. Enjoy! Zellx
Han loved to make her angry. He loved to make her fume and bluster and he loved all the imaginative little names she conjured up to spit at him, always maintaining her position of superiority by refraining from swearing. He was beneath her and she made sure he knew it.
He sometimes wished he had treated her differently. Wasn't so... brash. So critical of her, so desperate for any attention he would say harsh words and smile in satisfaction as the hurt coloured her cheeks. This wasn't how love worked.
Love was... well, love was Luke. It was brave and young and pure. It knew what it wanted and it knew that what it wanted was right. It was honest and it wouldn't let anything stand in its way and shout
"No wonder they call you the Ice Princess, you're so cold and dead inside."
down the corridor, fists smashing into the walls, scaring any unfortunate onlookers as she fled.
Love wasn't how Han operated. He didn't know how. Lust, sure, he was the expert. He had contacts in every bar in every galaxy that could hook him up with some lust as fast as a Wookie can shoot a bowcaster. But love. Well, he was stumped.
He loved to get a rise out of her. That was love. He loved to make her shout and stamp her tiny, tiny feet. He loved it when she pounded her little fists on his chest and he caught them for a moment and just held them. He loved her uncertainty and averted eyes as she pulled away, suddenly wiped clean of all her witty retorts and shocked to silence.
He loved to call her beautiful and see her blush and smile stupidly, trying to hide underneath her Royal training to Not Show Emotion.
He loved it when he kissed her, that time, in the engine room, and how she responded with determination and her boldness, to be replaced by the timidity upon their interruption that forced her to run away, again.
He loved her when she cried; deep-rooted, loud, messy tears that she refused to let him see but he could hear from outside of his room which she had locked him out of- the cheek!
He loved how she never let him feel like her protector, how she never admitted she needed him except that one time when he held her and she let him see her scars and her face betrayed no emotion as his fingers roamed her body gently soothing her tense muscles and bruised flesh.
When she finally allowed him to know her he loved her the same as he always had done because she was the same and he was the same but they were different and they would always be different and that was okay because it made sense that way.
Encased in carbonite, frozen for sith knew how long Han had the time to think about how he loved her
"I love you!"
"I know."
and how he wished he'd told her.