"What did you call me?" Leia gasped, rolling away from Han's overheated body.
He reached for her again, but she held him off, trying to meet his gaze.
"It's Corellian, right? What does it mean?"
He looked away, a self-conscious smile tugging at his mouth.
"Han...?"
"Uh, 'darling', I guess? Something like that."
"Darling?!"
He shrugged. "Well, if you wanna get technical, it's 'my love'."
She smiled. "You've never called me that before."
"Pretty sure I've never said that word before, Sweetheart. Got carried away."
"Say it again."
He considered her request, then grinned. "Come back here and make me."
