Just had to write another H/L. I've been lacking it since I've been slogging through my other long one, Friends Too Difficult To Trust, so yeah.

This one is Leia's point of view during that infamous asteroid slug kiss. I know it has been done many times before, but you know. Cinquain version. ;)

(I don't own Star Wars, yadah-yadah-yadah. XP)

I'm 'Nice Men'

By Cinquain

Damn you switch.

Well, to be honest, I'm not surprised. This is Han Solo's Infamous Ship of Failure, I can't forget. I pause before forcing it again.

Familiar arms reach around me and my heart beats up into my throat. I push him roughly backwards, sending him an angry glare. I try to deny that fluttery, ominous feeling beginning to rise in my chest.

"Hey, Your Worship, I'm only trying to help!"

Gods. What is going on in my head right now? Why am I fantasizing so many things that are not...

This. Has. To. Stop.

Now.

"Sure, Leia." I bite back the urge to simultaneously punch him and kiss him. What the hell is wrong with me?

"You make it so difficult sometimes." and I really mean it.

"I do, I really do," he sighs almost mockingly. "You could be a bit nicer though. Come on, admit it, sometimes you think I'm all right." Unfortunately, tragically, he does have a point.

I try another twist at the lever, only to hiss under my breath as my skin pinches under the mechanism. I bring it to my lips, trying to ease the pain. I only find I am sucking on it fervidly, images of Han and I whistling mercilessly in my head. I immediately let it go, rubbing the sore spot and trying to keep my composure.

"Occasionally, maybe," I allow, and look up to see Han looming above. "When you aren't acting like a scoundrel."

He takes my hand, massaging it in his. A spark runs down my back, making my heart beat even faster.

"Scoundrel? Scoundrel!" his face has a look of amusement, intrigue, and pleasure now. "I like the sound of that."

"Stop that," I say with a bit more authority as I take a glance at our entwined hands.

"Stop what?" he says innocently, only squeezing my hands.

"Stop that," my voice is barely a whisper now. "My hands are dirty."

Did I really just say that?

Really?

Brilliant, Organa. Just brilliant.

"My hands are dirty too, what are you afraid of?" He leans closer. I can see those hazel eyes so clearly now, so clear, slowly melting me away to a puddle on the floor.

"Afraid?" I manage. Keep up a fight, Organa. Come on. You're a princess.

"You're trembling," he murmurs, his face centimeters from mine. Those lips, centimeters from mine.

Ohgodsnogodsnogodsnogodsno...

"I'm not trembling," I have a hint of a crazy smile on my face.

"You like me because I'm a scoundrel," he mumbles, his gaze boring into my eyes. I shake my head weakly, but I know it is no use. I am transfixed by those twin headlights.

"I happen to like nice men," I breathe.

closercloserclosercloser...

"I'm nice men."

evencloserevencloserevenclos er...

"No you're not, you're-"

I don't finish my sentance as his lips touch mine and I find myself kissing them desperately, hands running up to loop on his neck. So many advances on me that I have denied. I was so afraid.

But now I realize that I needed this.

"Sir, sir, I've isolated the reverse power flux coupling!"

A tinny voice. An awfully familiar voice.

I break away as I see Threepio standing in the corridor.

What has happened? The full force hits me.

I have kissed Han Solo.

kissed Han Solo...

Han Solo...

Han Solo.

Flee!

I edge past Han, down the dusty path, back to the cockpit. Somewhere with no scoundrels to melt me into a lover.

I know he is watching me walk, I can almost feel his disappointment myself.

No. Wait.

I am feeling my own disappointment, too.

Gods help me.

I am doomed.

Hope it was satisfying enough. :)

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