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Training

"What's Han thinking of?"

"I…" I look deep into Han's eyes, trying to reach his mind- to no avail. "Sorry, there's nothing"

Han reaches out and squeezes my hand, comforting me without words. "Don't worry, sweetheart, we'll work on it."

We've been 'working on it' for almost half an hour now, sitting under an asaari tree on Bimmisaari, watching the sunset. We're on Bimmisaari for a meeting with its leaders about trade and ships, because Mon's decided we should show the galaxy that the Rebellion will treat everyone fairly, like we promised.

General Madine's said we can come up here in the evenings, as long as we're careful and are armed. So Luke told me that he could start teaching me the Force, if he wanted. Han's been coming too, which I like because while he's not the biggest believer in the Force, he still understands my feelings towards training. More than Luke, sometimes.

All I have to do is clear my mind and listen to the other person's thoughts. Sounds easy, but reading someone's mind is really hard.

"I've got to get back," Luke says, getting up, "I promised Admiral I'd prep the ships for tomorrow."

Tomorrow, after we've finalised the food shipments for the next few months, we're leaving for Coruscant. Han for one, looks happy about it, because Chewie chose to stay behind when we came out here. Probably so Han and I could have some private time in hyperspace. Strangely, I think Luke's left us alone for the same sort of reasons.

"You're doing brilliantly, you know?" Han puts his arm around me, drawing me closer. I grunt a reply. "Tired?"

"A bit," I snuggle into his chest, closing my eyes.

Leia, I love you. I hear it softly, almost like it's being whispered by the breeze. I could've sworn it was Han's…

Then suddenly I'm greeted by a rush of emotions (love, mostly) and images (me and my hair, mostly) and words (Leia, mostly) that are all tangled and mashed up, so much so that I'm not really seeing any of this, just getting the impression of it.

That's when I get it. Han- I'm in his mind.

"Leia…?" he whispers, "Is that you?"

His mind echoes his question, then sends the words 'What are you doing?' straight at me.

"Trust me." I reply. After I feel his thoughts slow, I begin to cautiously explore. Most of it is about me, but there are other things too, like Chewie and Falcon and hyperdrive.

"How does it feel?" I ask.

"Like you're in my head. Hey- what am I thinking of?"

I grin. "Me. Not wearing a lot of clothes."

Han's thoughts turn red with embarrassment and he quickly banishes the image. "Okay, how 'bout now?"

"A bantha," I laugh, "That's really lame, you know."

"First thing that came to mind." He shrugs. "Now get outta my head."

A little reluctantly, I withdraw, then look into Han's eyes. "You think of that stuff often?"

"Only when I'm with you."

I feel my cheeks flush. "I swear I don't look like that."

"You do," he kisses my cheek and turns my face towards him. He kisses me and, overwhelmed, I fall back against the tree. One of us moans- I'm not sure which. Then his comlink rings.

"Kriff it!" He pulls back and answers it. "Luke? Right, okay. Got ya. See you in a minute."

I accept his help to stand up, then laugh as he swears at the comlink. "Hey, you. Shut up." Han lunges at me, and swings me up into his arms. "C'mon, let's go."

Nestling into his chest, I let him carry me down the hill. The sun disappears on the horizon and I enter Han's mind again. He doesn't realise, but I catch the words: Gods, she's beautiful. I smile privately to myself and relax in his arms.