A/N: My first story on this lovely couple. I can never get enough of them.


He couldn't see.

Was there anything to see either way?

It was all black and grey and nothing else.

I love you.

Leia.

Her presence in his mind stood out like a burning sun, a burning sun amidst a black hole; if it could exist. He could see her beautiful face, gorgeously pink as he kissed her hard and long in the Falcon galley. He could picture her alluring smile which had drawn him to her akin a tractor beam. He could see her heart-broken face, her huge brown eyes glistening with tears as the platform lowered him. He could feel the softness of her lips as he kissed her desperately-

Put him in.

Panic. Love. Blackness.

It had all rushed through him at the same instant.

You make it so difficult sometimes.

Leia, sweetheart.

He had never intended to. He had never intended to hurt her. She had had suffered enough blows already without him adding to it. He wanted to scream out loud, he wanted to be with her, love her. He was tired of being frozen in this block, his body still burning in pain from Vader's contraption, his lips still feeling the pressure of her's.

He wanted out, out of this never ending black hole.

He wanted her out from the vortex of misery.

He wanted to see her and tell her that he loves her.

He couldn't. Not then, not now.

I love you.

I know.


I'm kinda nervous now. Reviews?