This was written for a tumblr writing exchange, Han and Leia Secret Santa. This fic was written for politicalmamaduck Enjoy!
Description: AU Han/Leia When an arrangement is suggested to Princess Leia, she agrees to help Corellia. But with that comes a marriage she never saw coming.
Assembled Matrimony
The Corellian air filled her lungs, as Leia Organa Solo looked out at the city around her. The gentle breeze blew her hair softly against her face, helping to wake her on this early morning. She'd found the balcony to be one of her favorite places in her new home. She enjoyed the view of the sky, the city and in the distance the ocean waves. While nothing smelled, felt or looked like Alderaan here, she could appreciate this planets different version of nature. She'd traveled a lot for her age, but she'd never visited Corellia, and now here she was living here. Slowly she brought her mug of caf to her lips and sipped the hot liquid. Leia wasn't sleeping well these days, and the dark drink helped her mind to awaken. She missed home, that was a fact, but she also knew this was all for the best. But even as the logical side to her brain told her this was the right choice, her heart begged to know how she had gotten to this point. How did she let herself get to this point? Living here on Corellia, with her husband. A husband that she barely knew.
Arranged marriages weren't uncommon in royal lines, they weren't even uncommon in her family. But it wasn't a life her parents had expected her to have. If anything Bail and Breha Organa had try to sway her away from this decision. She could still hear their words echoing in her mind.
"We have never wanted an arrangement! We never wanted anything like this for her bail!"
"I know that love," Bail had said softly, as Leia hid behind the pillar, near where her parents discussed her future.
"Then no! We will tell them no," Her mother said in a forceful tone.
"Things are bad on Corellia, Breha."
"That doesn't mean Leia has to fix it! This is not her fight."
"I agree."
"She doesn't deserve this Bail."
"The choice should be hers," Bail added. "All we can do is inform her of the situation, and express our worry. But ultimately the choice is hers."
And so the choice had been her own. Leia had listened to Han's parents discuss the troubles Corellia was facing, and how much they believed Leia could help them. She was a diplomat if anything, she could soothe over the tensions from their home world. Leia took in the facts and ideas of how to fix the situation. Considering the Solo family was not royalty put an interesting twist on things. Prominent in the Corellian society yes, but royalty no. Only another reason this made this arraignment different and not what Leia expected. It had been explained that Corellian culture was so very important to anyone raised on the planet. Often outsiders were not accepted. And so the best way they saw to fix this was for Leia to become part of a Corellian family. Their family. Han's mother had described her son and his accomplishments. Adding in at the end that this would be good for him as well.
"You see he's been running with the wrong folk," His mother, Jaina explained to Leia.
"What does that mean?" Bail had quickly cut in.
"Smugglers…" Han's father muttered. "Been running around with them. Nothing serious. We've cut it off now, but he needs to be set on the right path. A path to help his planet, and we believe your Princess is the perfect choice."
"Your son is a smuggler?" Leia questioned.
"No, no my dear," Jaina assured. "He was simply hanging around them. Piloting around with them I should say," She explained. Leia had only nodded, staring down at the table between them. Her parents sat beside her, but she had suddenly felt so very alone in this moment. This choice was hers to make.
"You will meet him of course, Before you decide," Jaina told Leia.
"Yes, I would prefer that," She agreed, surprising both her parents. The idea that she was even considering this scared them to death.
She'd known her parents didn't approve, they respected her wishes but they didn't think it was the right choice. They'd never told her this, but Leia was a smart girl. She knew her parents, she also knew when her mother was terrified. But it made since, at least to Leia's mind. The planet was in conflict, problems that Leia could help with, problems that Leia could hopefully help to fix one day. She understood different planet traditions and customs. If the people wouldn't accept her help as an Alderanian Princess, she'd have to become a citizen of their planet. Han was that connection, that key to making the arrangement work. His mother had been convincing to say the least, but as Leia agreed she didn't make the decision until after she had met Han Solo.
He'd been late the first time they had been scheduled to meet. Something that confused his parents, considering they had all arrived on Alderaan together. Some how he had wandered off into the town below the palace. He arrived to the front gates and in to meet his potential bride, a dark look in his eyes. Allowing privacy for the prospective couple, Han and Leia were left alone. Han didn't speak to her, he kept his hands in his pockets and looked out and around the palace's foyer. While he had grown up in a prominent household, it hadn't been a damn castle!
"Mr. Solo…" Leia began and Han waved her off.
"Han! Don't call me Mr. Solo," Han quickly advised, as his mind flashed to his father.
"Han…I think it best if we discuss this. Unless you prefer to stand in silence?"
"What's there to discuss," Han huffed.
"Our potential marriage seems to be the topic for today."
"Listen, Princess…you don't want to marry me," He said pointing back at himself.
"Why is that?"
"You want the whole list of reasons?"
"I've read over the list of reasons your planet needs my help. My assistance or diplomacy."
"Princess, no offense but you ain't gonna fix the whole planet."
"I know this, I don't expect to. But your parents seem to think I can start the process," Leia suggested with a nod, before crossing her arms over her chest.
"Princess…" Han sighed, running his hand through is hair. He hated his parents for doing this. This wasn't what he wanted! And this girl, this Princess had no idea what she was getting into! "You really want to marry me Princess?" He asked stepping forward towards her. Leia stood her ground and looked up at him.
"It would be helpful to your people."
"I'm not a Prince, sweetheart."
"But you are a proud Corellian, are you not?"
"I guess I am," Han sighed. While he didn't always get along with his parents, he did love his home, and hated the state it was in.
"So our union can help Corellia."
"Just come and help the damn planet! We don't have to get married to fix it! You don't need to throw your life away Princess," He said trying to get through to her, make her see his point. Leia nodded again, understanding his words. But she also understood how these situations worked.
"Your mother doesn't believe I will be accepted. My presence won't be helpful to your people, if I am an outsider."
"You think they care who I marry!?"
"They will, I've seen this happen before. Other royal families have solved wars with simple unions. Your planet isn't at war is it Han?" She questioned, arching a brow.
"No it's not…" War no, poverty yes, In need of new systems to make it all work as a whole planet, yes!
"Princess…" Han mumbled, looking back up at her face, taking her in.
"This should be both of our decisions," She told him. "I'm willing to try and help Corellia." Han just stared at her, wondering what the hell they'd done to deserve this beautiful Princess, what had he done to deserve her?
And so they'd done it, they'd married. The wedding was a traditional Alderaanian event and had been talked about around the galaxy. Just like that Princess Leia Organa became Mrs. Han Solo, surely she still held her title, but it was put on the back burner for now. Her focus was Corellia, the place it needed to be. Leia had thrown herself into the work. Visiting the cities around the planet and noting what systems needed to be put in place, or what the people needed. Alderaan was her influence and always would be, the way her parents ran their planet had worked for decades, the people were taken care of and well cared for. There was no reason Corellia couldn't have the same. Han had been by her side through most of it. While he didn't understand the politics of it all, he was supportive. He wanted the best for his planet, and he understood what Leia had sacrificed to be here.
Han Solo was an interesting man. Some days he drove her crazy, with his sarcasm and humor, but other days she saw the good man. The man that his mother had assured her was in there. Han was kind to Leia, and never made her feel unwelcome. But they couldn't help the awkwardness they both felt around each other. They'd been married for a few months now, and still they hardly knew each other. The time they spent together was working for the planet, never as husband and wife. Some days their hours even felt different. Like today, Leia was awake to watch the sun rise, while Han had probably gone to bed just a few short hours ago. Perhaps it was better this way. It saved them the awkward moments, looks or conversation. All in all things were going well, but still Leia wondered how she had gotten here. A marriage of convenience had never crossed her mind, a marriage to settle a political struggle. She'd never seen herself agreeing to such a thing, but here she was. She was married to Han Solo, but they practically had separate lives. Separate rooms, separate conversations and separate wants. How did she get here?
"Good morning," Han's voice suddenly said as he stepped out on to the balcony where his wife sat. Leia sat up quickly, pulling her robe closer against her chest.
"Morning," She mumbled, slightly embarrassed to have Han see her like this in the morning. She'd barely brushed her hair, let alone put any makeup or suitable clothing on. She could feel her face heating, and she silently hoped her cheeks weren't blushing. Han glanced out at their view, before looking back to her. Her long robe hung around her small body, and Leia couldn't help but pull it closer and closer.
"Cold?" He asked.
"I'm alright," She dismissed nodding to her cup of caf. Han nodded and awkwardly moved to lean against the balcony's railing. Neither said anything, Leia looking out at the clouds and Han staring in the opposite direction into their home. Han swallowed hard, wanting to cut this uneasy feeling between them. He wanted to be able to talk to her, he liked her. He enjoyed her company, but the truth was they didn't know each other. Their conversations were often short, and he didn't know how to fix that. Time, His mind whispered to him. Time would fix it, but in the mean time they would both have to live with these moments of discomfort. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was, he'd seen it the moment they had met. Even now as she sat out here, the wind blowing her hair softly and wrapped up in her robe, she looked breath taking. He wouldn't tell her that of course, no reason to make her feel more uncomfortable. But silently to himself, he could make note of it. She was smart too, he knew that almost immediately as well. She'd made such an impact on his planet already, even in the short time they had been married. That's what Leia did, she made impacts and left things better then how she found them.
Her good deeds on her home planet had come along with her it would seem. And the reason for their marriage was working. The reason for their marriage, Han thought. The guilt surged him and he felt his heart plummet. People married for love, not for business agreements. But they were different. Nothing had been forced, they both had agreed to this arrangement, but it didn't make it hurt any less. And it didn't help Han's guilt every time he looked at her and thought about how he was denying her true love. Leia could be loved, he knew that, he easily knew that. She deserved to be loved unconditionally. And while the improvements to Corellia helped him to see the good in this arrangement, the guilt was still there. Every time he looked in her dark brown eyes he saw it, he saw how she deserved so much more then this, so much more then an arranged life with him.
Leia ran her finger against her cheek, keeping her eyes forward. She didn't think he was staring at her, but he still made her nervous. Usually she had time to prepare, to look presentable. Presentable? Her mind asked her. She didn't want to have to look presentable with her husband, she wanted to be able to be herself and feel comfortable around him. But this was not a normal marriage, she reminded herself. And while it wasn't horrible or unlivable, Leia feared it would be quite some time until she felt completely comfortable with Han Solo.
"I thought maybe we'd visit your parents on Alderaan, for the holiday?" Han suggested, his voice coming out a bit shaky. He coughed trying to steady his voice as he looked back to her. Her eyes had moved to his gaze, as she took in his words. A small smile crossed her lips and she nodded.
"I'd like that."
"Good," He said with a smile. He watched her take a sip from her mug of caf, and his eyes traced over her mouth. Focussing on her lips, as they ran over the rim of the mug. Kissing Leia was something he thought about often. He'd only kissed her once, on their wedding day. And it had been so short he barely remembered it. They'd both been so nervous that day, and when it came time to bring their lips together, Leia had leaned in and pecked his mouth, before quickly pulling away and looking out to their guests. "You're quiet today Princess?"Han said trying to keep their conversation going, some how.
"Aren't I always?" She answered quickly with another soft smile.
"I suppose, your pretty talkative out there…" He said stretching his hand out at the city. "In meetings…You're quiet with me," He noted, not sure if he meant to say it out loud.
"I suppose diplomatic situations are my strong suit," She suggested slowly. Han nodded, he knew this. "And I'm afraid…I don't quite know what to say to you," She told him honestly. Han swallowed, but nodded his head. He understood this, even if he wanted so desperately to fix it, he understood it. Pushing off from the railing, Han moved closer to the door.
"You'll tell your parents, about us coming to Alderaan for the holiday?" Han asked. Leia nodded her head gently.
"They'll be excited," She assured him. Han only shrugged, he hoped they would be. If anything Bail and Breha Organa had not been excited about this arrangement, this marriage. But they'd left the decision in Leia's hands, and here they were.
"Have a good day Princess," He ended softly, before starting to walk back inside their home.
"You too, and Han…" She trailed off.
"Yes?" He asked, looking back to her.
"You can call me Leia. You should call me Leia."
"Right…Have a good day Leia."
"Thank you," She replied, before looking back out at the sky.
—-
Han and Leia prepared separately for the nights events. It wasn't until Leia emerged from her room, that Han saw her gown for the night. The dark red material looked amazing against her pale skin, and the sparkles along the dress caught the light just right. Her hair was tied up in several different braids and Han briefly wondered how she had managed such a look on her own. Her neck and shoulder were open, as the dress moved up only her right side, holding the dress in place. Han looked down at his suit, and suddenly wondered if he looked good enough to have her on his arm. Your married to her Solo, his mind reminded him.
"You look great," He practically spit out, cursing himself silently for not putting more thought into his words.
"Thank you Han, you clean up nicely."
"Yeah thanks," He said running his hands down the front of his jacket.
"We should get going," She insisted, walking past him and towards the front door. The shuttle would be there waiting, and they really did need to be on time for tonight's charity event. What better way to help improve the planet then inviting the riches families to drink, dance and of course spend their money on donations. Han's parents had insisted such an event would never work on Corellia, but Leia had pushed them. She had a way of standing up to her in laws, that made Han grin for days. Leia had planned and put everything in place tonight, and if things went right, it would be the perfect addition to the work they'd already been doing on Corellia. She was working hard, always working. Han knew this, and made note to tell Leia thank you more often. She deserved it, she really did.
The shuttle slowed as they arrived at their destination. Han felt nervous, he always did at these sort of events. In the past he had skipped them and dealt with the wrath of his parents later. But he didn't think it was appropriate to leave his wife all alone for this. Nor did he want to leave her alone, he'd happily accept a night where it was openly ok for him to be near the Princess of Alderaan.
"Press?" Han questioned as he noticed the group of reporters outside the building. Flashes were going off as other couples made their way inside.
"Press will help promote awareness for the event," Leia told him softly. "The holo's will show other planets the process we are working to make, and have the senate seeing what they can do to assist us."
"You're so sure? We didn't take holos with the people?" Han hinted, referencing the various times Leia had met with the people affected the most.
"I wish to be open and honest with your people. I don't want them to feel as if it is a publicity stunt to be seen with them. I do want to be there and to speak with them, that is my main priority when I speak with your people Han. These people here tonight, they're more likely to spend money on donations if they feel they will look good to the rest of the galaxy," Leia added, and Han just stared at her. She truly understood what she was doing. Han smiled at her and nodded, before slowly taking her hand and helping her out of the shuttle. The press turned to them almost immediately. Their names were shouted and flashes went off, as they slowly stepped forward. Han kept Leia's hand tightly in his as they walked forward. At first they ignored the yelling and shouting of their names, but slowly Leia moved closer to Han and leaned up whispering in his ear.
"We should stop for holos," She advised, and Han nodded. He was following her lead tonight. So slowly they turned to face the group of reporters and smiled for the various images being taken. Han's hand gently released Leia's and moved to wrap around her waist. He pulled her closer to him, clutching the dark sparkly fabric and holding her in place. Leia didn't wince or falter, her smile stayed on her face as the flashes continued. Han couldn't help but notice how well Leia felt against him. Even through her layers of fabric, he could feel her warm body against his side and it felt nice. She leaned into his side and slid her hand up his chest, resting over his heart. It would make for a great image, but part of Han's mind hoped she was enjoying the closeness as well, and it wasn't only for the press.
"Give her a kiss Han!" Someone yelled out, and that was when Leia tensed. Han immediately felt it, maybe she wasn't feeling things like he was. The pair turned to look at each other and Han saw nothing but worry in her dark brown eyes. His heart dropped, he wanted to kiss her, just not in front of all these people. Leaning over Han's lips met Leia's cheek, and she let out a breath she had been holding in. Han slowly pulled away from her, as she turned to walk them the rest of the distance inside. They waved, before entering the building and leaving the holos behind.
"Oh Leia my dear, you look gorgeous," Han's mother emphasized, walking up to them almost immediately.
"Thank you Mrs. Solo," Leia replied.
"Oh my dear, I've told you to call me Jaina."
"Thank you Jaina."
"You yourself are a Mrs. Solo now, you should greet us as family," Jaina reminded her. Leia offered her a tight smile. Family. She missed hers so much. She'd thought about inviting her parents tonight, showing them all the work she had done. But she decided against it. Leia needed to shine as Corellian tonight, as Mrs. Han Solo.
"We should greet people," Leia told Han, turning to look at him.
"Yeah, alright."
"We'll see you later," Leia told his parents, before they walked further into the crowd.
"Ignore them when you can, I do," Han muttered down to her.
"Your parents are nice."
"Sometimes."
"Han, they try their best."
"In front of you maybe, your the daughter they always wanted."
"Well they did pick me, so it's fitting I suppose…" She didn't give Han a chance to respond before she pointed over to a group of people. "I should go and speak with them, I can go on my own if you prefer. Perhaps you need a blended whiskey before the night begins?" She asked. He blinked at her, he was surprised. One, that she would think he'd leave her alone tonight and two, that she knew his drink.
"I'm all yours tonight, Princess." She seemed to like that response and offered him a true smile. Not the fake one she had used outside with the press, but a true smile that reached her eyes.
So they worked to impress the crowd, they kept everyones mind on the task at hand, helping the planet. The Princess was so pleased with how everything was going, she felt like she had accomplished the goal tonight and she couldn't wait to put the money to good use. She knew her parents would be proud of her, she was even proud of herself. Her purpose, her goal, the reason she was here, everything was working, and that she could be thankful for. Han was another reason. He hadn't faltered at all tonight, he'd been by her side the whole time, helping her and even calming her in some moments of worry. She watched him talk to the people around them, and she couldn't help her thoughts. Surely she'd noticed it before, but maybe tonight was the first night she had accepted just how handsome her husband was.
Leia was such a good speaker, whether it was in small groups, large crowds or up on stage. She continued to amaze Han. He couldn't help but think, as he watched her on stage. That's my wife and she's amazing. The night slowed and it was one of the first slow moments they had experienced the whole night. The music filtered through out the room, and Han decided to take that leap of faith.
"Dance with me?" Han coaxed her, taking hold of her hand. Her eyes flashed down to their hands, before up to his. The song was slow, and but it made Leia's heart race. She only shook her head, and followed him out on the floor. His arms wrapped around her waist, just as they had outside in front of the press. But no one was watching them now. Everyone was dancing with their partners or finishing off their cocktails. Right now, this dance felt like it was just them. Proper dance training told her to keep her back straight and her head held high, but something made her slowly move in and rest her head against Han's chest. She could hear his heartbeat against her ear, as her eyes fluttered shut and they glided around the dance floor. Han kept her so close to him, almost afraid she would disappear the second he let her free. All too soon the song ended, and Leia moved her head up and off Han's chest. Looking up into his eyes, they stared at each other. Both holding the same thought. Should I kiss her? Should I kiss him?
"Oh Leia dear," Jaina Solo suddenly said, making them break a part. Leia heard Han mutter something that sounded like "Damn it" But she couldn't be sure. Turning she faced her mother in law. "Can I pull you away for just a moment?"
"Of course," Leia nodded, releasing her hold on Han's hand and moving to walk away from her husband. Han stared at her back, watching as she walked away with his mother. Thanks a lot mom! His thoughts screamed.
"Han Solo…Married man," Han heard from behind him. Turning around he smirked and moved to shake his best friends hand.
"How did you get an invite Lando?" He asked.
"Your wife invited me," Lando laughed, as he pointed over to where the Princess stood. "You gonna ever tell me how you got yourself a Princess as a wife?"
"Nah…" Han muttered, not wanting to admit that he hadn't had anything to do with it. Leia could have easily picked someone more worthy, but here she was with him.
"She looks hot!" Lando noted, and anger flared up in Han, jealousy.
"Stop checking out my wife!" He warned his friend, letting the jealous feelings show through.
"Calm down, would ya. Not like I'm gonna act on it. Although, I think she might be better off, I look pretty good tonight," He beamed adjusting his jacket, as Han rolled his eyes.
"Sure buddy."
"She's doing a lot of good Han, kinda surprising everyone."
"I know, it surprises me too. She works hard."
"You better take good care of that one…Listen, I heard about this pilot job, thought you might be interested in helping me out with it."
"What kind of job?" Han questioned.
"The stuff we were doing before…" Lando trailed off and Han sighed.
"Yeah, I'm pretty focused on all this stuff with Leia," Han said, scratching the back of his neck.
"Aww come on, the wife can handle things on her own."
"Nah, I promised her."
"Whatever, your loss man. Listen, I got my eye on a waitress over there, I'll catch you later," Lando said, clapping Han's shoulder before moving to walk away. Han followed his movement and when he turned back, was surprised to see Leia in front of him.
"Lando?" She questioned, hoping she had remembered his friends name correctly.
"Yeah, that's Lando."
"Has he enjoyed the party?" Leia wondered.
"I'm sure he has, enjoying the waitresses at the very least," Han muttered, nodding over to where Lando was attempting to flirt with the woman. Leia laughed a little, noting that the waitress was not falling for it at all.
"Shall we call it a night?" Leia suggested.
"We all done?"
"All done," she nodded. Han smiled brightly, happy the night was completed and a success! Han was thankful to find the press gone when they walked outside to the shuttle. The ride toward their home was quiet. Leia watched as the buildings went by, and the clouds moved through out the sky. Her smile slowly faded, as the exhaustion of the night started to kick in. Han watched her carefully, hoping she wouldn't notice or mind his stare. She looked sad all of a sudden, and he hoped he hadn't had something to do with that. The night had been good? Right?
"Leia?" He asked, pulling her out of whatever daze she had been in.
"I'm sorry what?"
"You alright?
"Tired," She explained.
"Right, me too…Leia…" He said again.
"Yes Han?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"I suppose."
"Are you happy here Leia?" He queried, not sugar coating it, just cutting right to the point. She let out a shaky breath and looked down to her lap.
"I try to be," She admitted.
"My parents pushed me to this, but I don't regret it Leia. You chose this, do you regret it?"
"This was the right decision for me, for us," She told him, keeping her eyes on her lap.
"You never wanted to fall in love, and get married?" He questioned and Leia let out a soft laugh.
"I thought about it when I was younger…" She exhaled. "My parents doing I think. I wanted so badly to find love like my parents. They are very much a dream couple, if you will. So in love and…I always wanted to find that," She explained, smiling at the thought of her parents.
"You don't want that anymore?" He asked and she looked up towards him.
"Well it's a little late for that now," She answered.
"Ouch," Han muttered.
"I apologize Han, I didn't mean it that way. Our situation is slightly different. You know this…We're not an average couple."
"I know Leia. But do you still think about it?
"No, I think about helping your planet." She answered, her voice so diplomatic Han almost flinched. The rest of the ride was completely silent, that wall that had come down tonight was back up. Well at least the feeling of discomfort was back. That awkward tension was all around them. So as the shuttle slowed and let them out, they walked in more silence into their home. Both only breaking the quiet to wish each other goodnight before disappearing into their separate rooms.
A few hours later and Leia was still wide awake. Her eyes stared up at the ceiling, as she debated the evenings events. Everything had gone so well, and Han…he'd been so good to her tonight. He was always so good to her. She couldn't deny that the feeling of his arms wrapped around her was so comforting, and she wished he did it more often. But they were still technically strangers, and that was hardly appropriate. So as she laid there in silence, her mind drifted. It moved to memories of home, feelings, and images of Alderaan. She missed it so much, she continued to tell herself that she would get used to Corellia in time. But she felt so alone. Perhaps that was why she had enjoyed Han's touch this evening, for the first time since leaving her home planet she felt like she wasn't alone. Sure she saw Han every day but it wasn't the same, she had no one to talk to or to simply hug her when she felt like breaking. Could Han be that someone? She didn't know, and better yet she didn't know if he wanted to be that person for her. Han had reminded her in the car ride home that he didn't regret this decision, their marriage, but how would he feel in a few years time? How would he feel when he found someone he could love? What was love really? Her parents seemed to have the answers, they'd found true love, but for some reason the Princess doubted she ever would. She didn't think she could ever find someone that looked at her with as much love as her father looked at her mother. Perhaps it wasn't in the cards for her. The reality was her life could be far worse, and it was best if she didn't think this way. But these lonely nights alone, only forced her thoughts further into her sadness. You did this for a reason, focus on that, her thoughts whispered to her before she finally gave in and fell asleep.
Her mother's voice was calming and warm, something that had always helped to ease Leia's worries. Even as she looked at her mother's worried expression in the flickering blue image from the holo console, her voice still helped to calm Leia.
"How are you my dear?" Breha Organa asked her.
"I'm well Mother," Leia confirmed with a nod.
"I have heard positive things about your work, and the benefit you created."
"It went well, I'm happy to see things progress. I am making a difference here, Mother," Leia explained, hoping her mother would offer her a smile, instead of the constant worry sketched upon her face. Breha sighed and nodded, she knew her daughter would do good. She would do well anywhere she went, but mothers worry.
"And how is your husband?" Breha challenged.
"He is well, out right now. I thought it the perfect time to call you. He has been very helpful through out the planning, and execution of all my steps."
"That's good to hear. May I ask about your relationship with him?" Leia swallowed, not sure what her mother wanted her to say.
"No hostility to worry about Mother, he is very kind to me."
"That is not what I meant, Leia," Breha sighed. She wanted so much to know her daughter was being taken care of, that her little girl wasn't off on a distant planet on her own, with no one in her corner. "The things they write about him Leia, about his past…"
"Are in the past…" Leia quickly added. "Han isn't given enough credit for the good man he is."
"You seem certain of this fact?"
"I do, I have lived with him for a few months time now."
"And you think he is a good man?"
"I do," Leia nodded.
"Are you happy with him, Leia?"
"It is not that kind of relationship, you know this."
"Could it be one day?"
"I can't discuss things like that with you," Leia said, biting her lip.
"Why? I'm your mother, you should be able to share anything with me."
"Because I haven't even had the conversation with him….All you should know is that Han is a good man, he cares for his planet and is working with me to improve it. He isn't horrible to me mother, I've seen these situations go far worse then what I live with," Leia added.
"Leia…" Breha sighed, her face full of worry once more. "I wanted so much for you to be loved and cared for…this choice you made…"
"Was mine, Mother. I accept it, so should you."
"I am trying my dear," She said offering Leia a soft smile. "Is it too much for a mother to want her daughter to be loved?"
"Han wishes to come home to Alderaan for the coming Holiday. Would we be welcome?" Leia blurted, quickly changing the subject.
"Of course you would be welcome!"
"I'd love to see you and be home, even for a short while," Leia admitted.
"I would love to see you as well my beautiful daughter…"
Leia turned and looked down the hallway, as she heard the front door close. Han must be home.
"I'll have to end the call Mother, I'll talk to you soon?"
"Soon, Please com whenever you can. I always look forward to hearing from you."
Standing, Leia straightened her dress and slowly left the office, before making her way to the main living area to find her husband. Han had just made it into the main hall when he saw her.
"Hey Princess," His tone was bright and his smile seemed to be beaming.
"Good afternoon Han," She greeted politely.
"You been up long?" He asked. "I think you were still sleeping when I left this morning?"
"Late night," She replied softly, not wanting to mention her problems with sleep lately. "You were up much earlier then normal?"
"Needed a good run to start the day…picked something up for you," He hummed with another bright smile. Han pulled a bouquet of flowers out from behind his back and started to hand them to her. Their blue color caught Leia's eye and she quickly stepped back. Han offered her a frown, curious as to what was wrong.
"I'm sorry, what kind of flowers are those?" She asked.
"Blueblossoms, market had a bunch of them…I thought they were pretty and…you like blue right?" He wondered.
"Blue is lovely, Han…however," She sighed, not wanting to make his frown grow. "I'm afraid I'm allergic to Blueblossoms." Han blinked at her a few times, his mind internally screaming at him. Stupid! So Stupid! How the hell do you not know what your wife is allergic too?! His mind yelled at him. Why have you not asked her that, or made an effort to know her better! His thoughts continued.
"I appreciate the gesture Han, they are beautiful," She added, hoping to remedy the situation.
"Right…I should have known…shit.." Han muttered as he looked around the room. Quickly noticing he balcony doors were open, he walked over to the open space and tossed the flowers off the balcony and down into their backyard. Leia let out a small giggle as she watched him glance down at the flowers, now a few floors down. "I'm sorry Leia," He said turning back to her.
"It's alright, you didn't know…The gesture was kind Han," She repeated.
"What type of flowers do you like? Are you allergic to all of them?"
"Oh I…No not all of them, I've always been partial to Gingerbells."
"Gingerbells?"
"They grow on Alderann, I used to love watching them bloom," Leia explained.
"Ah, well I'm not sure we have those here…" He sighed, as he slowly walked over to wash his hands, making sure none of the flower's residue was left on his fingers.
"Doubtful, You don't need to get me flowers Han," She tried to tell him, but as his face fell she realized she had worded that wrong. "I do appreciate it Han," She reassured him.
"Yeah?" He asked, stepping away from the sink. Leia looked up at him, and slowly moved closer. Leaning up, Leia moved up and kissed his cheek. This seemed to shock Han, and as she tried to pull back, his arm looped around her waist and rested against her gently. He didn't move closer, instead just held her and looked down into her dark brown eyes. "Leia…" He whispered.
"I…I should get back to work…" She hesitated, feeling slightly awkward but comfortable at the same time.
"Busy day?" He asked, keeping his arm wrapped around her.
"Always is," She nodded.
"I should let you go…" He guessed, releasing his hold on her. Leia nodded and stepped back, ignoring how she missed the feel of his arms around her body.
"My mother is excited to have us on Alderaan."
"Good, she misses you."
"Yes she does," Leia agreed with a soft smile, before slowly leaving the room.
Weeks passed and things were getting so much better on Corellia. It was all improving, and changing, things at home…not so much. Han tried, gods Leia knew he tried, but the constant awkwardness between them was pushing them further a part. As a team they'd been successful, Leia could remember their meeting following the first charity event.
"Well the event seemed to be a success," Jaina Solo had noted.
"It went very well," Leia had announced with a smile.
"I have to admit I did doubt the idea," Han's father had added, and Han frowned, of course he did. Leia however didn't falter.
"I assumed you would, but as I assured you, things went great."
"You are doing so well here," Jaina added.
"Things seem to be making a difference," Leia nodded softly. Han looked at her, from the corner of his eye. He had the sudden urge to grab hold of Leia's hand. To show support? Or maybe just to touch her, he wasn't sure.
"What is our next steps Leia?" Jaina asked.
"Completing the charities and putting the donations to good use. Everything will directly benefit the people," Leia explained.
"Good, very good," Jaina beamed with a bright smile.
"Your wife makes quite the Corellian," Han's father noted, looking over to his son. Han only nodded, not sure if Leia would take offense to the comment. He knew she missed her home, and didn't want to completely forget about her Alderanian history, just because she had married him.
"Alderanian and Corellian mix," Han suggested.
"Of course, that's why she was so perfect for this," Jaina said, making Leia swallow hard. She knew why she was picked for this, but the constant reminder every day that she wasn't just here to help this planet, she was here to stay, hurt her in some way. Glancing over at Han, she offered him a small smile. He was trying, she knew that, but she still wasn't sure how to act around him.
"Have you been assisting your wife with this?" His father asked him. "Haven't left all the work for her?"
"I've been helping…" Han muttered out.
"Han has been a great help. I can use my background all I want, but he's been helping me adjust to Corellia as a whole."
"Good, so nice that you are getting along," Jaina noted.
And they did get along, She hadn't been lying to her mother when she said Han was kind to her, he was a good man. But he was still very much a stranger to her, in some ways at least. The tension that surrounded them was interesting, and it seemed that act of kindness, or simple touches made things worse, Leia didn't quite understand it. As time passed, Leia felt like she understood him and knew him better. Small gestures were always appreciated, making her a cup of caf in the morning or that day he had tried to bring her flowers. He would never admit it, but he was a very sweet man. Leia often wondered if he had been like this in past relationships. Relationships that were normal and not so arranged. Blinking her eyes, Leia looked up at the holo screen, watching an old Alderanian movie that had been playing. It was late at night and the house was silent. The hum from the screen filled her ears, and the voices speaking her native language. The house was warm, as Leia had a fire going, she appreciated the look of the flames and the warmth against her skin. The warmth around her body allowed her to sit against the couch in her long silk night gown, free of the robes long sleeves. The cream fabric hugged against her skin, and the thin straps against her shoulders, allowed her to fully feel those flames. It was comforting, and some how made her feel like she was at home. The fire, the Alderanian movie playing, she felt more comfortable here.
That was until she heard footsteps from behind her. Turning around she found a very sleepy Han, walking out of the hallway. She stared at him, her eyes casting down to his current clothing. She found him only in a pair of what she assumed was sleep pants, and no shirt. She didn't mean to stare, if anything she tried to pull her eyes away from his chest, but she wasn't able to. The warmth she felt now, was covering her cheeks, and she was pretty sure it wasn't from the flames.
"Leia?" He guessed, rubbing his eyes as he tried to wake up.
"Did I wake you?" She asked, moving to turn down her movie.
"No?…What are you doing up?" He asked, stumbling a bit, before finding his way to the other end of the couch. Leia just stared at him. Was he joining her?
"I couldn't sleep…" She shrugged, nodding up to the holo screen. "It's a favorite of mine." Han blinked a few times, looking up at the actors on the screen. He watched for a few silent moments, before he looked back to Leia.
"What are they saying?" He wondered, suddenly upset that he didn't speak her language.
"Oh…" She said, starting to scoot further, and closer to him, but she stopped. "They're debating how to leave the planet…"
"Why are they leaving?"
"It's a bit of a forbidden love story."
"Ahh, thought you weren't a romantic sweetheart?"
"I'm not! Clearly!" She huffed out, folding her arms over her chest. Feeling suddenly very exposed, sitting in her night gown in front of Han. She heard him laugh and move closer to her. She turned her gaze and watched as he leaned back against the pillows.
"You gonna translate, Princess?" He asked with a smirk, and she only nodded. The scenes played as Leia's soft voice explained what was happening and who was saying what. Han kept his attention on the screen, occasionally looking over to Leia's lips. Slowly they had moved closer to each other, and Han almost felt as if she was whispering the words in his ear. It sent chills down his spine, her soft voice so close to him. Turning his head again he watched her lips move, and thought about kissing her. It was a thought that came up quite often, any time he was around her. Her lips had been so soft on their wedding day, even for the brief second he had felt them, they'd been gentle against his cheek a few times as well. But he hadn't had the chance to kiss her the way he had wanted to for so long now. Leia's voice mentioned something about the movie and he quickly looked back up at the screen.
"Are you paying attention?" She asked with a small grin.
"I am…Something about a pilot…"
"The couple, they're trying to find a pilot to take them away…"
"Aww, neither of them can fly?" Han huffed.
"Doesn't seem that way," Leia shrugged.
"Who do they find? Han asked.
"It will ruin the movie for you?"
"I don't mind…"
"A few smugglers take pity on them and help them get off the planet."
"Smugglers huh…" Han sighed with a nod. Leia stared at him, her focus on the movie now.
"May I…may I ask you a question?" She questioned, so polite and soft that Han almost didn't hear her.
"You can ask me anything Leia."
"We've never talked about your past, your mother mentioned you were working with smugglers? Why is that?"
"Ahh, the big question…I was piloting for them," Han answered without hesitation, he didn't have anything to hide from her.
"You must be a good pilot then?"
"I think so," He said smugly and Leia rolled her eyes. "I'm pretty good Princess,"Han added.
"I think you'd be a good pilot," She agreed, she could see that in him.
"Maybe in another life sweetheart. What would you be in another life?" Han asked, curious to what she really wanted in life, so why not make it an imaginary idea, a hope? a dream life?
"I've always wanted to make the galaxy a better place. I watched my father work in the senate and for Alderaan. My mother too, I wanted to do something to help…"
"You are helping, everything you do, it helps someone," He told her. They stared at each other, and Leia got that familiar feeling in her chest. Clearing her throat, Leia spoke.
"Your parents didn't like you piloting?"
"My parents have never wanted me to do anything they didn't want. They always wanted me to hang around their lavish friends, and their daughters. Always wanted me to hook up with the right girl, didn't matter what I wanted, as long as I married the right type of girl," Han explained.
"It seems they got their way," Leia sighed, a hint of hurt in her voice.
"You ain't like those girls, Leia. Not even close," He objected, cupping her cheek.
"Aren't I? That was the point of all of this."
"No, you are so different. None of those spoiled brats would have cared about the people on this planet. They claim to be proud Corellians but wouldn't take a second glance at someone that needed help. Then there's you, you aren't even from here and you care with your whole heart. You are very different Princess," He said, his voice getting softer with each word. Their eyes met again, and this time Leia didn't turn away. She continued to stare into his gaze, her heart beat going crazy and her breath coming out in staggering gasps.
"Han…"
"Princess?" Don't think, just feel. Moving her face to Han's, Leia quickly brought their lips together. The shock that took over Han's senses was brief, before he quickly kissed her back. His hand moved to the back of her head and pulled her closer. This wasn't the quick peck they had shared on their wedding day, nor was it a simple kiss to the cheek. Leia was kissing him, actually kissing him. Pushing the moment Han ran his tongue along her bottom lip and almost felt his heart stop as she opened her mouth against his. Her arms wrapped around his neck and ever so gently pulled his chest against hers. His bare chest pressed against her silk covered one made him pull back and look at her. Their faces were so close to each other, their hot breath falling against each others skin.
"Leia…? What are we doing?" Han whispered against her.
"I thought we were kissing," She beamed with a simple shrug, not sure where this sudden confidence was coming from. Han smirked, and ran his hands in her long hair.
"You look so beautiful like this," Han whispered to her. She almost always had her hair up in braids, right now she looked so relaxed with her hair down, in this silk night gown. She looked stunning here, in their home, with the flames light flickering against her skin.
"Han…?" Her voice was so quiet, she didn't know what she was doing. But something in the back of her mind told her this was the tension they had been feeling, and when his lips were against hers it dissolved. He didn't answer her, instead pressed their lips back together. Their bodies moved slightly, and Leia found herself laying back against the couch, with Han draped over her. What had started out as sweet and new kisses, quickly grew into hungry moments against each other. His hands ran up and down her silk covered sides, as her palms pressed against his back, running patterns up and down his spine. He didn't know why her hand felt so hot against his back, but it only made him kiss her harder and deeper. Slowly his hands moved up and cupped against her chest, making her back arch against his touch. The sound of the movie blurred in the background, as all of their attention was focused on each other now. The feel of their hips pressed so perfectly together, their chests rubbing against each other and the way their lips molded so delicately together.
Pulling away just long enough to fill their lungs with air, Leia tried to push their lips back together, but Han dropped his mouth down her jawline instead. Tilting her head to the side she gave him more access. Her arms held him close, as her senses went into overload, his lips seemed to be everywhere, down her jaw, her neck and across her collarbone and chest. Her back arched, as his kisses moved down further against the swell of her cleavage, along the silky material of her night gown. Han sighed against her skin, slowing his movements, fascinated by how soft her skin was. She was warm and smelled so good.
"Leia," He mumbled, his voice husky and deep. Tilting his head up he slid forward and rested his face against her neck.
"Han…" Her voice was whispered and out of breath. Looking up at her, he leaned over, keeping his eyes attached to their gaze, and trying to read her face. What did she want?
"You're so beautiful," He told her, tracing his thumb over her lips.
"What are we doing?" She challenged, asking the same question he had just asked her. Gently leaning up and bringing her face closer to his.
"I don't know, what do you want sweetheart?" He asked, his palm cupping her cheek. Her big brown eyes stared up into his, he tried to read what she was feeling, what she wanted. He was feeling all of it, all at once, he didn't want to stop. All Han wanted was her, and to prove to her how much she already meant to him.
"Han…" She breathed out his name, before leaning up and kissing him again. Her arms wrapped around his neck and deepened the kiss. Her leg stretched around him, wrapping around his hip. Han kissed her back, focusing on the feel of her lips, and the way her body pressed against his. His arms wrapped and lifted her up leaning back against the couch. "What are you doing?" She mumbled against his mouth, she didn't want to move, he felt so good laying on top of her.
"Come on," He mumbled, starting to stand up, keeping his lips on her skin. His arms swooped her up in one simple move, and slowly he moved them down the hallway. She noted that they'd passed her room and were probably headed to his. Leia wasn't sure what she was doing, but also knew she didn't want it to stop. Her arms stayed securely wrapped around his neck, as he kissed up and down her exposed skin. She was suddenly very pleased with herself for wearing a more revealing night gown tonight. Stepping through the door way of his bedroom, Leia's eyes glanced around. She'd been in this room, maybe once. It smelled like Han, but other then that it was very basic, nothing personalized. Her eyes danced around the room, she hardly realized Han had set her feet back on the floor.
"Leia?" He hesitated, his finger slowly pressing against her jaw and turning her head.
"Huh?"
"You alright?" He stuttered her.
"I'm fine…I haven't …I've only been in here once before," She explained, looking around.
"Its pretty boring."
"It's nice," She added, turning and looking around, allowing a hint of that awkwardness back into the moment. Han's arms wrapped around her waist, as he pulled her back against his chest. His head dipped down and kissed along her neck, his warm tongue running against her skin.
"Do you want me to stop?" He whispered against her ear. Leia let out a small noise and Han wasn't sure if that was a yes or a no. "Leia?" He wondered. Turning slowly, she faced him. Leia stared up at him, she noticed the bit of worry in his eyes, but she only offered him a soft smile.
"I don't want to stop," She blurted out, surprising herself by how confident she sounded. A smile spread across his face, as he leaned down and pressed their lips back together. Their bodies found his bed so fast, Leia hardly remembered moving. All she knew was she was laying against his blankets. The fabric felt so soft against her head, and Han felt heavy, in that delicious way that made her body arch, and her legs wrap around him. The night gown inched up her thighs, and over her hips, before bunching below her chest. His lips kissed along her entire face, while his hands traced her stomach and toyed with the lace against her hip. Simple strokes, were driving her wild. And the way Leia kept tugging him closer only made small groans escape Han's mouth. Both were feeling too much and not enough at the same time. Somewhere in the back of their minds they wondered if this was a good idea, both worried what would happen in the morning, but neither said anything. Not realizing they shared these thoughts, the thoughts of wanting to never stop kissing and the thoughts that this would back fire. But neither stopped, they both kissed each other and mumbled sounds, names and moans.
His touch was almost distracting, his embrace made all other thoughts disappear. So when she realized they were both completely naked, she almost laughed at herself. She'd been so lost in him to even remember when her night gown had been tossed to the floor, or when her fingers had pushed Han's boxers down. But she liked this…being lost in him. Her body reacted so drastically to each of his caresses, it sent shock waves down her spine and made her whole body tremble. He kept whispering her name, and she was convinced it was the best thing she had ever heard. It was somewhere between a sigh and whimper, making her shudder every time her name fell from his lips.
"Leia…" There it was again, his breathy voice made her slide her body against his, needing to feel even closer to him. As if on cue they both slowed and looked into each others eyes. Neither saw hesitation, only want and need.
Han woke up to the bright morning shining through his window, as he opened his eyes and yawned. He hadn't slept that good in a long time, so comfortable, warm and content. Smiling to himself, Han stretched out and reached to his side. Leia…She wasn't there, she wasn't in his bed. She'd been there just hours before. Leia had been wrapped in his arms, and she had fallen asleep with her head rested against his chest. His lips ghosted over her forehead as her breathing had evened out. He had even watched her sleep for a while, before sleep had taken over his own mind. He'd thought about kissing her so often since their wedding day, and the way they had kissed last night was different, had much more feeling behind it. The kiss was deeper, the meaning was more concrete, and it made waking up alone all that more confusing. She hadn't wanted to stop, he'd made sure of that. She wanted him, they had wanted each other. So where the hell had she gone?
Sitting up, Han quickly looked around the room. Her nightgown was gone too, it had been thrown to the floor last night, but now it was gone. Han stood from the bed and grabbed his pants before slipping them over his body. The short walk down the hall was silent, as Han listened for some sign of where his wife was. Looking in her room, he found her bed empty and the room dark. Walking further down the hall, she wasn't in the kitchen or the home office.
"Leia?" He muttered, more to himself then to call her. Slowing his movements, Han sighed and closed his eyes. Running his hands over his face, he blew out a breath. Maybe she left already? Suddenly Han jumped, as he heard a voice come from the balcony.
"Yes hello, this is Leia Organa Solo…I was calling on behalf of…yes…" Han listened as Leia continued to talk to whoever was on the other end of the com. Han moved forward, able to see her back silhouette now. She stood out on the balcony, fully dressed for the day, the wind blowing against her braids. "Yes the numbers within the donations have been fully documented. It's been nothing but successful."
She was always working, Han thought to himself. Leia worked so hard, and he appreciated it. Everything she was doing, everything she had sacrificed for his planet.
"The supplies will be spread through out the whole of the planet…Yes I know the shipments haven't been confirmed but I have my own thoughts on that," Leia explained. "Well we don't require a pilot for the shipments…Well I would like to recommend my husband….Yes, I understand. But my husband is quite the pilot…" Leia explained and Han swallowed. She was suggesting he fly? Did she understand him that much? Han smiled as he continued to listen to her voice.
"...I'll make sure everything goes smoothly. Yes I assure you Han is quite the pilot….Yes, thank you for your time."
Then her voice was silent. Han didn't want to scare her, but at the same time wanted to see her. Stepping further out, he moved beside her and indeed made her jump.
"Han!" She stuttered, her hand slamming against her chest.
"Sorry," He offered, his hands reaching out to steady her shoulders.
"It's fine…" She said shrugging her shoulders away from his touch. Without another word, Leia quickly made her way into the house and passed Han.
"Hey Leia?" He called, immediately following her. She didn't answer him, instead, started putting things in her bag, that meant she was leaving. But Han was determined to talk to her before she left. "You wanna slow down for a click?" He asked, grabbing hold of her hands. She didn't pull away this time, but her eyes stayed glued to his palms.
"What is it Han?" She hesitated, and he could feel the nerves coming off of her.
"We gonna talk about it?" He asked.
"Talk about what?" She shrugged and Han groaned.
"Leia…"
"Don't Leia me! I don't know what you want me to say…"
"I want you to look at me," He insisted, tilting her chin up.
"Han…" She whispered, finally meeting his eyes.
"Leia," He whispered back to her, cupping her face now. "Last night…"
"We shouldn't talk about it," She immediately said.
"Why not?!" He bit out.
"Because…because I'm not sure it should have happened."
"Why?…I wanted you, you wanted me."
"It's not that simple Han…this, you and me…It's a business arrangement."
"Leia, don't say that…"
"What do you want me to say? What is this marriage if not an arrangement?" She demanded to know the answer.
"It's more then that, and you know it!"
"How? We hardly know each other," She added, starting to pull away but Han held her close.
"Do you regret last night?" He asked her, staring into her eyes. She blinked a few times before shaking her head.
"No I don't, but that's not the point. I can't let feelings cloud my purpose. The reason why I'm here Han…"
"Feelings, so you do have feelings for me Leia?" He coaxed, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
"Han," She groaned, rolling her eyes.
"What's so wrong with having feelings for each other? I have feelings for you Leia…Last night, only proved that," He told her softly. Her dark brown eyes flashed back to his, almost trying to gage his words. Was he telling the truth?
"Han, this is business. For Corellia…"
"It could be more, Princess."
"How do you know that?" She almost begged to know the answer. How could he know that they could be more. Last night had been everything, and she never wanted her feelings for him to end, but she had to be realistic. Han hadn't married her for love, he hadn't known her when they married. He could never love her, not the true love she had dreamed about when she was a naive girl.
"Because it already is more Leia," He marveled, leaning over and kissing her softly. She didn't push him away or pull back, she liked kissing him, probably more then she'd care to admit. Last night the way he'd kissed her, and touched her, loved her. Love? Her mind questioned.
"I don't know what we're doing, this was never meant to be more…" She whispered against his lips.
"Things change Princess," He mumbled back, still holding her close. He'd wanted to wake up to her in his arms, but he'd settle for now, standing here in their living room.
"Why did you leave?" He asked her.
"Scared myself," She grimaced, with a shrug. Her feelings scared her, and how easily she had let herself slip into feeling for him.
"Leia…none of this is how I saw my life," Han started and Leia tensed. That didn't sound good. "Listen.." He urged. "But now, here with you. Or last night with you, I don't imagine my life any different."
"Han?"
"I only see you in my life Princess," He explained, and her grip on his arms tightened.
"Don't you want love? The chance at it?" She asked him, the fear still present in her eyes.
"I think I'm a few steps from it," Han slowly admitted, running his thumb along her jawline. Leia closed her eyes, debating her next words. They would change everything, Gods last night had changed everything. They needed to know how to live their life now, together? Alone?
"Few steps…you too?" She questioned, admitting it as well. Han smiled and kissed her again. Flashes from the night before ran through both of their thoughts, everything was different now. It wasn't a crazy idea, falling in love with Han, and maybe that's what had scared her when she'd woken up in his arms, her hair draped over his bare chest and his arms wrapped around her so tight. Perhaps it was fear, but somehow the feel of his arms or the sound of his voice was drowning all the fear away, until there was nothing but the two of them. Just Han, just Leia, and their choices to make.
"Don't run away Leia…" He breathed out.
"I don't want to," She admitted.
"Our arranged…our assembled life, this marriage…is the best thing that's happened to me Leia…"
"Han…" She whispered. "You don't have to say that," She insisted.
"Yes I do," He told her, leaning in and kissing her yet again, he couldn't stop himself. All he wanted to do was kiss her and hold her for the rest of his life. Would it be easy? Hell no! But he had to try, they had to try. Leia didn't pull away or push him back, instead she kissed him back. She relaxed in his arms, and let herself feel. Breathing in, Leia pulled back just far enough, keeping her face close to Han's, feeling his warm breath against her skin.
"It won't be easy, Han," She reminded him.
"I know," He nodded with a soft smile.
"But you want to try? You want something more with me?"
"Princess, I want everything with you…" He assured her, and Leia smiled. That feeling in her chest that she had often been associating with fear or nerves was back, but it felt lighter. It felt like everything had shifted for them now, and her mind even questioned if this feeling was what people described as love.
"I don't want to go anywhere," She beamed. "I'd like to stay here with you…not because of the agreement, because I want to," She offered him, and Han's fingers stroked against the side of her face. He held her for a long few minutes, only smiling and holding her.
"You're something else Princess," He muttered, kissing her forehead. Leia laughed and nodded her head.
"I'd say the same thing about you…Husband," She added with a bright smile. Han grinned back, and kissed her once more. For the first time in his life feeling more positive and thrilled for the future with this woman, with his wife! Who knew an assembled matrimony could work so well in his favor.
Thank you so much for reading! I was so happy to write this fic for the Han/Leia Secret Santa exchange! & was super inspired by this idea! I may even have a follow up idea floating around my head... Thanks for reading, and let me know what you thought!