Han's perspective as they prepare to float away from the Star Destroyer with the rest of the garbage. Written for HanLeia Appreciation Week 2017 Day 2, "Favorite moment or scene."
They have their moments
The cockpit was dark, the indicators and displays lending a soft glow to their faces, the engines almost completely still as the ship clung to the side of the Star Destroyer. When they spoke, it was in quiet tones, as if worried that the Empire would hear their words.
If not for the gold-plated protocol droid slumped over in the seat next to Lela, the Wookiee waiting at the landing claw, the mass of Imperial ships ruthlessly hunting them, and the blasted broken hyperdrive, it would almost be romantic out here among the stars. It's too bad, Han thought, trying to shake off those thoughts. We just ran out of time.
Leia pulled up next to him. "What did you have in mind for your next move?" she asked quietly, her voice surprisingly gentle, considering the mess they'd just been in. And hadn't quite escaped yet.
Han kept looking straight ahead, but he could feel Leia's eyes on him as he explained Imperial procedure and the pre-hyperspace garbage dump. He could smell a faint hint of the shampoo she used, the bottle he'd brought back on a supply run once because it had the same name as that Alderaanian flower that was so rare now. Arallute, that was it. He breathed a little deeper to smell it again.
"So we just float away," he explained.
"With the rest of the garbage." There was no trace of rancor or derision in her voice now; even her dig at his ship was obviously meant to be a gentle tease rather than an insult. "And then what?"
Ain't that the million-credit question. Han knew what probably had to happen between them now: nothing. Or, nothing more than what had already happened, though he refused to regret kissing her in the circuitry bay.
For now, he had more practical concerns. "Then we have to find a safe port somewhere around here. Any ideas?"
She leaned closer, and they both peered at the navigation screen, scanning nearby systems for one that would work. We make a pretty good team when we're not at each other's throats, Han thought, enjoying their closeness.
Then he saw Bespin on the map, and remembered his old friend. "Card player, gambler, scoundrel. You'd like him," he told Leia, and was she blushing when he said that? "It's a long way, but I think we can make it."
Then it was time for Chewie to release the landing claw, and soon they were adrift in the garbage, the Imperial ships disappearing into hyperspace one by one.
"You have your moments," Leia admitted, leaning down to place a kiss on his cheek. Her lips were soft, and he could smell her arallute shampoo again. "Not many, but you do have them."
Han looked ahead as he steered them from the garbage, but his thoughts remained on Leia. It would take a long time to get where they were going. Maybe they weren't out of time yet.
It's a long way, but I think we can make it.