Prompt: "Gravity" – John Mayer Disclaimer: Nothing recognizable belongs to me or brings me any profit. In other words, I'm not George Lucas. Author's Notes: I am very nervous posting this, because I'm obsessed with Star Wars (Original Trilogy only), but I have never actually written any before. So I'm going to play it safe with a little feelings drabble, Leia's POV. This was written for a claim, so there'll be eleven more of these. Sorry if you don't like them. Constructive criticism/comments/reviews are really really appreciated (hint, hint).
She Feels
He gave her a strange feeling. There wasn't one word to describe it – it wasn't Hate, Lust, Envy, Disgust, or anything simple and easy. Artoo tried to help her out by suggesting the sensation after an oil bath, but that didn't make much sense to her. Threepio translated oil bath into hot bath with extra bubbles, but that didn't feel right either.
She didn't ask Chewie. Partially because she wouldn't be able to understand him without Han being there which would completely defeat the purpose; partially because she could guess what he would say – something about a satisfying meal, or finally fixing a problem on the Falcon, or some other male enthusiasm.
A warm bath, a hot meal, a sense of accomplishment – these were all synonymous with a pleasant, fuzzy feeling inside. But this wasn't just a warm fuzzy feeling.
Dare Leia describe it as Love?