Home at Dawn
Rating: K(+?) Honestly I've never been good at rating things... I have a distinct ability for thinking things are perfectly appropriate when they really aren't at all.
Summary: Han comes home, finally.
Disclaimer: I am a starving artist and there for do not own star wars. I do however, own a bag of quickly diminishing star wars themed clementines.
Han was the kind of man who would get home at dawn.
Back in his smuggling days, it had never really mattered because he didn't really have a home to get back to. He would stumble into his bunk on the falcon after a night of repairs, or gambling, or worse, just as the sky would begin to lighten. He eventually installed mega shades on all the windows so that he could get some sleep without the sun(s) of whatever planet he was on getting in the way.
These days were different. These days he had something to come home to. In fact, lately he'd become more and more attached to the notion of spending an evening in the kitchen with Leia, fighting over how to read a recipe book – Leia like to follow the instructions exactly, while Han preferred to improvise. But he always needed to finish the jobs he started, which sometimes meant missing dinner or even breakfast the next morning.
This particular day he had made it back in time for breakfast and a few hours of sleep. Han crept into the bedroom as the sun peaked through the blinds, casting subtle patterns of light and dark over the sleeping form under the comforter. He carefully unbuckled his belt and slid it through the loops on his pants, laying it gently on the floor next to his boots.
He took off his jacket, leaving only a white t-shirt, but did not attempt to take off his piloting uniform pants for fear that any excess noise would wake the slumbering princess. He tiptoed quietly on his socked feet over to the bed and pulled back the covers, sliding into the bed as cautiously as possible. He let the blankets fall over him as he sunk into the mattress and let out a soft sigh, allowing the feeling of finally being home to wash over him.
He had spent the last few weeks on a work assignment across the galaxy. It had been a simple enough mission at the start, but there had been some unforeseen complications that had turned it into a slightly dangerous and extremely taxing experience. He was certainly very relieved to be back in the comfort of his own bed – not to say that he didn't love the bunks on the Falcon, they were just not quite as comfortable in comparison to the luxury of the memory foam mattress and down comforter – and in the safety of his own home.
He rolled onto his side, brushing against Leia who was sleeping peacefully beside him, breathing softly. She was turned towards him, curled slightly so that her toes and forehead touched his as he shifted to match her position. The sun streaming through the window cast a floral light and shadow pattern over her soft, delicate features. A small smile graced her lips as their bodies touched.
The thought crossed his mind that perhaps he might have woken her in his preparations for bed. "Leia?" Han whispered, so softly that he knew she would only hear if she was already awake. She opened her eyes and grinned.
"Morning." She replied, snuggling closer to him, nuzzling her nose against his. "Welcome home."
He kissed her gently on the forehead, then again on the nose. "It's good to be home." He relaxed into the bed a little bit more, his eyelids growing heavy with sleep. "Sorry to wake you."
"No, I'm glad you did." She pulled a hand out from under the covers and tugged his face down, pressing her lips gently against his.
As he eased his way closer to her, the tension in his shoulders and neck melted. He deepened the kiss, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her body flesh up against his. The silky fabric of her night shirt cooled and tickled his skin as his body filled with the warmth of her. She shifted so that she was nearly on top of him and moved her lips to his neck, massaging it gracefully.
He moaned.
"Still sorry for waking me, fly boy?" She teased, her hot breath vibrating off the skin on his color bone.
He chuckled. "No exactly." His hands began traveling downward, and he kissed her again, harder this time, digging his hands into her-.
"Daddy?"
She couldn't have flown off of him faster if she had used the force – which come to think of it she might have done, because she was on the opposite side of the bed before he could blink.
Han sat up in bed as the little boy shuffled in the doorway.
Any annoyance he might have had towards his son for interrupting their moment evaporated at the sight of him standing at the foot of their bed. He was wearing his favorite footie pajamas – the white cotton ones with the cartoon x-wing space ships on them – and carrying his stuffed bantha – so worn it was practically falling apart – under one arm and sucking his other thumb.
"Ben!" Han beamed at his son and the boy broke into a run, leaping onto the bed and jolting them both to fell alertness.
Ben crawled over his and Leia's legs, settled himself right in between them, and kneeling to face them. His unruly hair flopped into his eyes and he grinned a toothy grin.
Leia sat up as well, yawning, apparently now mostly recovered from nearly scarring her son for life. "What are you doing up, Ben?" She inquired sleepily.
"I feeled daddy come home." Ben's eyes lit up with excitement. "I wanted to come and give him a big hug." With that the little blob lunged forwards into his father's chest. He dropped his stuffed bantha on the bed as he wrapped his tiny arms around Han's midsection.
Hans sighed happily and looked over at Leia who was smiling that beautiful smile of hers. He looked back and forth between the top of Ben's adorable little head and Leia's beautiful smile.
"I missed you daddy." Ben said, his voice muffled by the fabric of Han's t-shirt.
"I missed you too, lil' man." Han leaned back against the frame of the bed, settling into being home, at last. "I missed you too."
Han had to admit that he was the kind of man who would get home at dawn.
But he had a home, and that was all that really mattered to him.
It was really exciting for me when I discovered that you can just insert a horizontal line as a page break on the doc editor. Over 2 years using fanfiction to share my feels and I only just now realized this. Hmph.
Anyway this is my first star wars fic so I need all the help I can get. Spelling corrections on names and places are welcome and expected. Criticism is my favorite thing but I also except compliments.
Primarily though, the reason that I am begging for reviews is for prompts. I am not creative enough to come up with story ideas on my own... :-O I need help. Please suggest one shot ideas. I've never done a story where people can prompt me on what kind of story to write so this is very exciting for me. :D
Warning: This story is going to be the ultimate testament to my nerdiness/hopeless romantic nature.
Peace out scouts!
~rosemusic20
