DRIVING THE CRAZY
(Han)
I'm off for a few days. Leia says she can get the time off as well, and I'm really looking forward to spending some serious time in bed with her. We might even get some sleep.
I'm especially looking forward to it because a month ago, Leia had her implant removed. She was told to wait one month before trying to conceive. And now that ship has blasted out. We're going to work on making a baby, and I can't tell you how excited this makes me. She was a little hesitant about having a family, based on her background, but she decided she wanted to be a mother. And when Leia makes up her mind about something, it's best to get out of the way or she will mow you down, hard.
I'm home first, so I decide to foodshop and make dinner. I'm thinking nerf steaks, nice and tender, some mashed tubers, lots of greens, some fresh bread. And something chocolate for dessert for my amazing wife. A woman like her deserves more than chocolate, but she'll enjoy it. I like making her happy. She's certainly brought joy into my life that I never deserved and probably never will.
Ten months of marriage to her, and I still have to remind myself I'm not dreaming this. My only complaint is that we're apart too much. Of course, my definition of being apart too much is being apart for more than a day.
I manage to get through the market without being hassled. For some reason, Leia and I have the attention of the holotabloids and thus, our privacy is shot to hells. I found a hat that covers my hair and causes enough shadow on my face that it's hard to see who I am. Okay, they've got the right of free speech, but I've punched out a couple of them and enjoyed it completely. And believe me, there will be NO holos of our baby. I know that violence isn't the only solution, but it's a very popular one. And don't tell me the holorazzi don't richly deserve it.
Fortunately, the streets are crowded at this time of the evening so I can blend in with the hundreds of my most intimate friends coming or going to work, foodshopping, dealing with kids, you name it. I always felt the same way about Mos Eisley. Every now and then I get homesick for the place, but then I remember that Jabba was going to feed me to the sarlaac and made a slave out of my Leia. But thanks to Luke and Leia, I escaped with my ass intact. While I was, shall we say, skeptical of my now brother in law's powers, he made me a believer. And Leia? She killed my greatest nemesis with nothing but her slave chain and her own two hands. How can you not love a woman like that?
By the time I arrive home, she's there, and I pick her up and spin her about as I kiss her a million times. My gods, it's lonely without her! We've each only been away for four days, but it seems like forever since we've been together.
"I can't tell you how happy I am to see you, Flyboy." She grins at me between kisses, her hands wrapped around the back of my neck. She's dressed in one of her work dresses, meaning that it's covering most of her. It makes her look very demure. But I know what's under that dress and there's nothing demure about it. I intend to get her out of it as soon as possible.
"I was going to make dinner, but we can always have dessert first," I tell her, being a complete lech about it. Can't help myself.
"Actually, I'm starved and I'm dying to get out of this dress."
"I'm dying for you to get out of it, too."
She looks at me with pure impishness. "I was going to put on something more comfortable."
"Such as?"
"My robe." For her birthday, I found her a shimmersilk robe in a deep purple. She looks unbelievably sexy in it. And, it will allow me to catch a preview while eating dinner. She turns to the food on the counter that I'm about to prepare. "Ooh, nerf steaks! And what's in the bakery box?"
"Chocolate lava cake."
She wraps herself around me again. "You know how I feel about chocolate lava cake."
"Oh, yes, I do."
"I wasn't kidding about being starved. Let's just say that some of our food was...alive." I'm with her. I can't stand anything that comes to the table not dead. I spent a lot of time at Jabba's palace and watching him gulp down nala tree frogs and other Hutt delicacies. It always turned my stomach.
"Well, allow me to prepare you a meal that's good and dead."
She wraps her arms around me again. If she keeps this up, there's no way I'm going to be able to get a meal on the table.
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It's a wonderful evening. We eat and complain about the sentients we do business with and laugh about it. She pops the dishes in the cleaner, and she walks over to me, a seductive expression on her face, a languid heat in her step.
"So, Hotshot," she says in her huskiest, throatiest voice which she know drives me wild. "I heard something about us making a little Solo. What do you know about that?"
"Hmm. I've never gotten you pregnant before. But I'd sure like to try."
I pick her up and carry her into our bedroom, both of us laughing out loud like a couple of kids. I drop her on the bed and I fall down after her, and we keep laughing and kissing and holding each other, her pulling at my clothes, me taking off her robe (it's easy - that's why I love it), until we're naked and wrapped tightly in each other's arms. I'm bursting with joy, and we're only getting started.
It's gonna be a fun night.
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(Leia)
I'm dreaming my comm is going off. This is hardly what I'd expect after a night like Han and I had; it was one of the happiest. And why won't it stop?
I'm jolted awake and sit up abruptly. Then I realize I'm not dreaming.
It's Mon Mothma and she's calling on the secure channel. Current time is 0351. Mon Mothma is a very demanding boss, but the only time she'd call at an hour such as this is if a major event occurred.
"Leia," I say, picking up.
"We've had an incident. The prime minister on Lorell has been assassinated. We need to move, and quickly. Is Captain Solo with you?"
I want to say, I hope so, seeing as he's my husband, but this is not the moment for being a smartass. (Han is not bound by any such inhibitions.) Lorell is an Inner Rim world, inhabited by humans and near humans, just outside of the Hapes Cluster. By transport it's a day long trip.
"He's here. Do we need him for transport?"
"If at all possible, yes."
"Wait a moment." I hate to wake Han up. He looks like an utterly content little boy in slumber.
"Han," I shake him awake. "Han. Wake up."
He mumbles and reaches for me.
"Han! Wake up NOW!"
That jolts him.
"Wha..."
"Han, we need to get to Lorell as quickly as possible. Is the Falcon good to go?"
"Uh, yeah, me and Chewie got her in order when we tied down." He blinks at me. "Why? Mon Mothma couldn't sleep?"
"The prime minister was assassinated on Lorell and to say the situation is volatile is putting it lightly."
"Okay, okay, lemme comm Chewie."
I return to Mon Mothma. "We're on the move. We'll meet you at the hangar in ninety minutes."
"Very well."
"How large of a delegation?"
"Only five, including you and me." She ends the call.
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(Han)
So much for having a few days alone with Leia. May I say I'm disappointed, irritated, and still horny as hell? Okay, I've said it.
Elections were only a month ago. So much for peace and democracy.
