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AN: Just a short one-shot to start the week.
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"You know, I'm going be honest, when you asked me if I wanted to go on vacation, this really wasn't what I had in mind."
He spun around to face her, mock seriousness plastered smugly on his face. "Does this somehow not meet your high royal standards?"
Merely raising an eyebrow at him, she added, "Well, floating aimlessly around the Perlemian Trade Route really isn't what the word 'vacation' inspires."
He spread his arms wide and grinned at her, "Permission to disagree, Your Highness," ignoring her narrowing eyes, he continued, "my idea of a vacation is you, me and open space. No dignitaries, no bodyguards, no political dinners. Which is what would happen, because that's what always happens when we go somewhere. As soon as we land you're whisked away from me and then I have to dress up and act happy about it. Nothing like that can happen here." There was a note of triumph in his voice which didn't go unnoticed.
Leia felt a pang of guilt. He was right, that's what always happened. No matter where they went or how long they went for. Something always came up. Someone always 'needed' to see her.
That was the problem, she thought sadly as she watched pride for his plan fill his eyes, with heading up a fledgling government; there was always something.
"So - let me get this straight - this is actually planned, we aren't just floating around because we can't actually do anything else."
"That's hurtful."
"Sorry," she smiled softly at him, "but after the epic Mon Cal holiday failure last year, I just wanted to check."
"Are you ever going to let that go?"
Leia laughed, releasing her casual hold on the door frame and came towards him, placing her hands lightly on his shoulders before settling herself comfortably in his lap.
"Maybe. Someday."
Han made an indeterminate noise at the back of his throat and rolled his eyes.
"Did you plan to feed us?" Leia asked against his chest.
"Of course I did."
"Are you cooking, or should I?"
Han barked a laugh and shifted under her. "I would like us to have at least a few more days together before death," he started to stand, sliding Leia to the floor as she glared at him. "I'll cook."
XxX
"I don't remember the last time I saw you read."
Leia looked up from her book and raised a questioning eyebrow.
"A novel," he corrected, sitting down beside her on the bunk and pulling her legs across his lap, settling her close beside himself. "How is it?"
"Exhausting."
"Not enjoying it?"
"Not really, it's more than a bit predictable, but..." she flipped a page dramatically "I'll finish it."
"You don't have to."
"I know, but it's the only book I brought and I would very much like to read something that doesn't have to do with my job."
Han laughed and ran his hands lightly up and down her calves. "We could do something else..."
Leia lowered her book and smiled shyly. "Oh yeah?"
Han's answering grin made her laugh.
