Han Solo lit the final candle and let out a sigh of relief. He had done it. 44 candles filled his bunk. Countless red rose petals lined the springy bed that was adorned with satin sheets. The only thing missing was his lady.

Qi'ra was scurrying about in the fresher undergoing preparations of her own. No doubt she was slipping into that silk negligee he had bought her for her 44th birthday. He could hardly wait to see how she filled out that gorgeous sleepwear that had called to him so loudly, he finally gave in and bought it. And why shouldn't he have? It was on clearance for 80% off, and Qi'ra was worth every last 9.99 credit for it. Only the best for his woman.

Just then, the fresher door opened.

"Hey, handsome," Qi'ra said, flashing him a brilliant smile that highlighted her extremely deep laugh lines as she modeled her lingerie.

"You look…" Han began before he stopped to find the right words.

Truthfully, Qi'ra didn't have the chest needed to fill out the negligee. He had seen fat men with bigger breasts than his girlfriend's, but he did not want to be shallow so he ignored how her low cut outfit highlighted everything she didn't have.

"So what's the first…"

His girlfriend trailed off in disappointment as she looked around the well-lit room.

"The candles are a beautiful touch," she began hesitantly, "but it is awfully bright in here. Can you blow out some of the bigger candles?"

Han felt a tug of sympathy wash over him as he realized why Qi'ra was so nervous.

"C'mere," he ordered gruffly, as he motioned for her to sit on his lap.

She walked over slowly and cautiously. Then she squealed when Han reached out his arm and yanked her playfully on to his lap.

"Let's leave the candles exactly as they are," he said firmly. "I want to see every inch of your beautiful face when I make love to you."

"But…"

"No buts," he cut her off. "How many times do I have to tell you that I don't care about your little mustache problem."

Qi'ra's hand flew up to cover her face in that self-conscious way she did whenever anyone mentioned her stubble.

"But…"

Han silenced her protestation with a passionate kiss. Qi'ra moaned into his mouth as she accepted his embrace and kissed him back fiercely.

Even though Han could feel his girlfriend's five o-clock shadow tickle his cheek, he didn't care. He just wanted to get laid. Sure he would prefer to be with a princess but that would never happen so why not settle? After all, he would get sex out of it.

"Tonight, I make love to you," he whispered seductively as he licked her ear. "Tomorrow, you can borrow Chewie's electric razor."