A.N.: A sweet little oneshot. I dunno why, but I've been shooting these out for a while now. Takes place during the party on Endor.
Thanks for reading, I don't own SW, etc etc. ;)
"Well," Han plopped down next to Leia, taking her hand in his own. "What now?"
Dancing Ewoks and humans alike buzzed around them, fireworks still going off above in the night sky. She looked up with a small smile.
"What do you mean, what now?"
"Nothing's in our way." Han leaned down, lips brushing hers.
"Yes. The Empire is finally destroyed." she sighed. Han suddenly jerked back, as if burned.
"No."
"What?" her brown eyes were startled.
"You know what I am talking about." his voice was fierce.
She held his gaze before breaking into a radiant smile. "Of course I do, Han." But he only glared at her for a moment, unspeaking, before turning away.
"What is it?" Leia said, frowning. "Han." She pulled at his elbow and he whipped around, eyes dark and upset.
"I really mean it, Leia. I'm not joking," Han said angrily. "What's going to happen to us, sweetheart, me and you. Forget the damn Rebellion for once!"
Hot shame immediately burned over his face, and he turned away again. He expected Leia to storm again, but Han was guiltily glad. He was absolutely sick of her caring about nothing but the Rebellion, the Alliance. And even though he denied it over and over when he was asked and when he asked himself, he knew that he was deeply jealous.
He was therefore pleasantly surprised when he found her kissing him fiercely. She finally broke away, her eyes full of brown fire.
"I love you, Han Solo, you stuck-up, half-witted, scruffy-looking nerfherder," she growled into his ear. "And don't you forget it."
A familiar grin crept across the Alliance general's face. He pulled her around and sat her on his lap so they were facing each other.
"Good to know," he nearly purred. "But really, Leia."
A quiet, contemplative expression came upon her face, and she sat there for a moment.
"I don't really like worrying about the future-" she started.
"But you always do." Han pointed out, cutting her off. She gave him a tired look.
"I know. That's my problem, isn't it? But, what I'm saying is that what happens happens and what doesn't doesn't. In the meanwhile, we make the best of things."
Han gave her a slightly injured look. "To say that one day you'll just leave me?"
"No," she responded quickly. "Of course not! Han," His face was already turning hard.
"I'm not good enough for you, is that what is is?" he mumbled halfheartedly, all the fight suddenly out of him as he slouched in his seat. "Yeah, that makes sense."
"Han," Leia reprimanded weakly.
"You're a princess, I'm a scoundrel," he continued relentlessly. "I know you deserve better anyways-"
"Han."
"But you know, I'm not just gonna give you up like-"
"Han!"
"that to some kinda rich kid, an', an'-"
She pressed her lips to his for another searing kiss. She glared at him as they broke apart, half exasperated.
"Is kissing you the only way to make you shut up?" she said playfully. She immediately sobered up, however. "But Han. I love you, okay?"
"And will it last? Will we stay in love and…and get engaged, and get m-married? Will we have children, Leia?" His voice broke and his hazel eyes stared into Leia's with such a pitiful, liquid expression it made her heart bleed.
"Oh, Han." she only whispered. She repeated it over and over in a soft voice, her arms wrapped around his neck tightly. To Han's increasing despair she did not say anything else.
"You don't have any answers," he mumbled into her hair.
"No. I don't." she replied sadly.
The two embraced, unnoticed in the shadows as the party continued on into the night.
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