a/n: so here we will have a small collection of stories, set in the Identity 'verse, that solely focus on Winter and Leia (well, give or take...Rouge may wander in, so may Dansra - we'll see) - and really plotless, basically; nothing but pure sisterly girl talk. sprinkled through the Identity 'verses, those written and those to-be-written.
Girl Talk
"Royal Ass"
In all time that followed the destruction of Alderaan – the agonizing weeks and days that dragged on, morning after morning of waking up only to be struck with the harrowing realization that it had not been a nightmare – through the battles, victories, heartache, and personal triumph, one of the single things Leia had missed the most had been her best friend.
It went without saying that she missed Winter – just as she missed her mother, and her father – all of her family and friends; she had ached for all of them, mourned for all of them, but in losing Winter – believing, for so long, that she'd lost Winter – she had been deprived of something so significant, something she never again regained in the ranks of the rebellion.
A close, fiercely trusted female friend – it was a staple of every young woman's adolescence, her coming of age, and Leia had lost hers at the exact moment she'd lost everything else – she had female mentors, female colleagues, even warm acquaintances, women she trusted deeply, but she didn't have Winter, and that had been a wound like no other.
She had, slowly but surely, forged bonds again – cautiously, with apprehension and anxiety, wary and worried constantly that any softening of her hardened heart would be a fatal mistake – she had grown close to Luke, to Chewbacca, and Han – Han more than anyone, and she could call Han her best friend as easily as she called him her lover, her husband, her rock.
Those relationships were valid, were so important to her, and so cherished – yet they never replaced the patrician, battle-born debutante girlhood-to-womanhood closeness she shared with Winter, and in all the years following Alderaan, in all of her time with the Rebellion, she had lacked that vitally important outlet.
She had longed for late nights locked in her room with a bottle of wine, gossiping over nothing and planning pranks that would add more grey hairs to Bail Organa's head – she missed having a confidant who offered counsel and analysis, never judgment – missed Winter's outlandish, racy stories, her cool, wry wit, they way they could speak without words – with only a look – and burst into laughter at a diplomatic dinner.
It was one of those things that she had missed – instinctively, naturally, as she should – but that she had been forced to live without, to move on from; at some point, her heart had deemed it too exhausting to seek out female companionship, and not until Winter was back in her life, pulled from the depths of mysteries and miraculously given back to her, did she understand, down in the most damaged, protected piece of her soul, how much it had broken her to go without this sort of friendship for so long.
A thing as simple as – endless girl talk – was so utterly essential.
Han was everything to her – he made her laugh, he was there when she cried, when she screamed, shouted; he slept with her, he talked about everything with her, kept her secrets, understood her faults, forgave her trespasses, loved her quirks – she trusted him completely and told him everything, but there came a point when it just wasn't the same.
She had needed Winter, and what she had with Winter –
Leia was – so extraordinarily grateful that she had her sister – and that is what Winter was to her, regardless of blood – to talk to again.
These increasingly common nights they shared with no men or Viceroys or maids around – ah, well, occasionally Han was around, but he stayed out of the way – made Leia feel young again; unburdened – it was like a taste of who she used to be, in a way that soothed her, rather than tugged her into a spiral of anguish and what-ifs.
"The alcohol content in these Corellian reds is astronomical," Winter remarked smoothly, her head lolling back on the sofa – her bare feet, propped on the table in the sitting room, pressed against each other lazily, lacquered toenails glittering in the sunset that streamed through the windows.
Leia picked up the bottle they had finished off – half-empty when they started – and examined the notation, pursing her lips.
"This one is child's play," she scoffed, giving Winter a wry look around the neck of it. "I have a sparkling dark red from Coronet City that has a percentage that is criminal in some sectors."
Winter turned her head with lazy interest, arching a sharply lined blonde eyebrow.
"Han Solo has a sparkling wine in his home?" she asked, amused.
Leia lowered the bottle she was holding.
"Han Solo's wife does," she retorted.
"Does he drink it?" Winter probed, smirking.
"He drinks what I put in front of him."
Winter laughed, shaking her head.
"You have my interest – sparkling, criminal alcohol; do share," she said dramatically, and Leia swept her own empty glass off the table, retreating into the kitchen to search out the bottle she had in mind, uncork it, and get them settled for the rest of the evening.
"With a glass or two of wine in me, you ought to know why I'm really here," Winter called from the sitting room, taking on a mock serious tone.
"For my scintillating company," Leia answered swiftly.
"If you can still use words like scintillating, you need more wine."
"I believe you just used the word, too."
"I'll be damned, I did – what does that tell you, Lelila? Be hasty with that new bottle of wine!"
"Hastening," Leia fired back.
She fumbled for a corkscrew, and could not find the electric one to save her life. Frowning, she went to rummage for the old manual one Han used to keep on the Falcon.
"What's that real reason, Winter?" Leia teased. "You want to sell secrets of my home life to the Media?"
"I have no doubt that the Holos would pay millions of credits for those – and I would never do such a thing – however," Winter paused, and Leia heard her laugh to herself, "it would be tempting to do so just to see their utter disappointment over how boring you and Han are."
Leia rolled her eyes.
"We are not boring," she shot back primly. "We – take advantage of – the luxury of having a quieter home life, since the end of the war – "
"Boring," Winter teased over her, laughing again. "May I remind you that last week when I was over, Han had fallen asleep at the dinner table, with his hair almost in his leftovers?"
"In his defense – he's working fourteen hour night shifts at the moment," Leia answered mildly.
"What remains amusing to me is that you left him there," Winter cackled.
"If you don't stop mocking my domestic bliss, I'll give your wine ration to Han."
"There's a deal-breaking threat, Your Highness," Winter cried lightly – "Girl talk wine is never to be allotted to a significant other!"
"Then why did you steer the conversation towards a significant other?"
"Oh," Winter retorted breezily, "we can talk about the men."
"Is that on the docket this evening?" Leia asked.
She heard Winter drop her feet to the ground hard, as if bracing for a hell of a statement.
"It is the entire docket – do you need help in there?" she asked, her voice getting closer – Leia looked up as Winter came in, carrying her own wine glass with a curious expression.
Leia shook her head.
"In the midst of a search and rescue mission for my corkscrew – continue," she bid gallantly, and gestured to her ears, "I'm listening."
Winter raised her glass cheerily, and leaned against the counter, tilting the unopened wine bottle back to read its contents while Leia continued to look for the opener.
"Yes, in regards to the men, my man in particular, I demanded that we have a wine night this week so I can enlighten you as to the – outrageous proposition Celchu has thrown at me."
Leia grinned, looking up wryly from the drawer she had open – she'd finally found what she was looking for, but Winter's use of Tycho's last name alerted her to the fact that this promised to be a good story, if –
"Celchu?" she quoted. "What has Tycho done to demote himself a surname?" she asked, coming forward to take the wine from Winter and go about uncorking it.
Winter raised her eyes.
"Taken a sudden and abrupt leave of his heretofore quite reliable senses," she accused dramatically, and Leia laughed.
"Noted, Tycho has lost his mind – ah, may I ask what he's done?" Leia asked, arching a brow fairly. She narrowed her eyes suggestively. "He hasn't asked to have another woman with you two, has he?"
Winter, with her wine glass halfway to her lips, paused, and tilted her head at Leia.
"Certainly not. Stars in heaven, the poor man couldn't take it. I am a lot of work in the sack – "
"You've told me – "
"He would have absolutely no energy or time for another woman – "
"Winter, I – " Leia snorted – "I'm kidding."
"I know you are, but remind me to ask you later why the hell your mind went straight to that."
Winter looked at her suspiciously.
"Han brings strange women into bed with us all the time," Leia said blithely, twisting the edge of the corkscrew a little more – it protested and stuck, making a whining noise as if to remind her it was one of Han's old pieces of junk.
Winter stared at Leia, ever so slightly beginning to narrow her eyes, and squint.
"You," she said sharply, "are joking."
"Of course I am joking," Leia breathed out, glaring at her. "I went there because you," she frowned and looked down at the cork, wriggling the metal around a little, "are a very adventurous woman – I'm hard-pressed to imagine what has you talking about Tycho like Aunt Rouge talks about vibrators."
Winter considered all of that, and then tilted her head, fascinated.
"Have you heard Rouge talk about vibrators?" she asked.
"Once," Leia said flippantly, turning her attention fully to the troublesome corkscrew, "when she thought she found one in my room – she told me I had a finite amount of pleasure in my life, and I ought not to use it up with one of those things."
"I have about ten thousand questions about this," Winter said dryly – "What did she found that she thought was a vibrator – when was this? – And do you think Rouge truly believes you can max out your orgasm quota, or was she trying to scare you into eternal virginity – "
Leia started laughing, pausing in her efforts with the wine –
"I don't – Winter, maybe that's – maybe you can, and Aunt Rouge – "
"Used all of hers?"
Both women dissolved into laughter, Winter topping hers off with a few more sips of wine – and Leia leaned down on the counter, catching her breath before she went back to opening the wine – she started over, and then caught her tongue between her teeth, stabbing the pointy end of the corkscrew into the bottle again – do your job, dammit – she thought, nudging the energy around the thing with a few frivolous tendrils of the Force –
"Alright – your explanation is fair; I am a deviant," Winter allowed, bowing forward a little. "You must be writhing with anticipation over what has offended me."
Leia snorted.
"There's only one thing that makes me writhe in anticipation."
"Han's tongue?"
"Senate briefings."
Winter laughed, tilting her head back. She choked down some more laughter, finished her current glass of wine, and set it aside, leaning down.
"While you fight the third galactic civil war with that cork," she snorted, "I'll regale you with the gory details – Tycho," she used his name, but darkly, "asked me if he could – ah," Winter paused, raising her brows at Leia's profile, "take me…from behind."
Leia glanced over at her.
"And your concern is – rug burn?" she asked, her expression blank. She pursed her lips at Winter, amused. She highly doubted Winter had never –
"No, Leia, kriff," Winter hissed. She lifted her chin, cutting her eyes as if slyly checking her surroundings. "Behind." Winter cocked her head to the side and gave Leia an exaggerated, wide-eyed look. Leia looked back at her mildly, and Winter reached out and gave her a smack on the ass, glaring more pointedly. Leia jumped a little, looked over at Winter's hand, and then turned back to the wine bottle, intently glaring at the corkscrew.
"Oh."
"Oh?" Winter repeated immediately. "Oh?"
She blinked rapidly, and then stood up straighter, folding her arms.
"Is that all you have to say?" she demanded.
Leia, finally able to get the corkscrew to get a good hold and do what it was supposed to, made a small noise of triumph and stood on her tiptoes for leverage, working the cork out. She nudged it a few more times with the Force, smirking at the thought of Luke's response - you opened wine with the Force? Leia, that's not...what I meant by embrace your powers!
She felt Winter still glaring at her.
"What do you want me to say?" she asked after a moment of silence.
Winter gave a squawk, and Leia removed the cork with a pop, setting it aside with a little satisfied nod of her head. She took Winter's empty glass, set it next to her empty glass, and eyeballed them for a moment while the newly opened wine breathed.
"Leia, your silence is alarming me."
"I am merely trying to gauge what kind of reaction you want from me," Leia said neutrally.
Winter reached out and tapped her glass insistently.
"Well, I'm not one to lump all women together, but quite a handful of us have an immediate 'who the fuck does he think he is' reaction to that particular request."
Leia tilted her head back and forth, silently pouring a copious amount of wine into Winter's glass. She narrowed her eyes and then turned to pour a measure into her own, deciding to remain silent for the time being. She sighed, set aside the wine bottle, and picked up Winter's, turning innocently to hand it to her –
Winter had leaned in so close Leia nearly knocked heads with her – her blonde hair framed her face as she studied Leia sharply, a suspicious glint in her blue eyes, and Leia ordered herself not to turn any shade of red or pink, any at all, that might hint at the fact that –
"Have you done that?" Winter asked bluntly, catching Leia's eye.
Leia cleared her throat and pushed the wine glass into Winter's hand. She looked back at Winter with a slow, calm blink.
"I believe we are discussing you – "
"You have," Winter interrupted – instantly, and assertively, she changed from inquiring, to deciding, and she gripped her wine firmly so Leia could trust her with it, and then wrapped her slim fingers around Leia's wrist.
Leia felt herself turn several shades of pink, and cursed her blood for betraying her – Winter tugged gently on her wrist.
"You march your royal ass back into this sitting room," she ordered.
Leia sighed, and hung her head a little – she bit back a shy grin, and then whirled and grabbed the wine bottle, taking it with them – while Winter led her physically back to the sofa they camped on during wine night.
Leia sat the bottle down, and resumed her spot on the couch, and Winter perched herself on the edge, turning towards Leia seriously, hyperaware. She stared at Leia for a long time, narrowing her eyes slightly – clearly still trying to determine of she'd assessed Leia's silence correctly - and then –
"Speaking of your royal ass," she began.
Leia dropped her head into her palm, giving a protracted groan at Winter's word choice – she shook her head, lifting it, and raising her eyes to the ceiling for a long, prayerful moment before taking a long sip of wine.
"I'm prepared to take your body language at face value here," Winter went on conversationally – "the blush, your refusal to actually look at me," at that, Leia gave Winter solid, intent eye contact and Winter tilted her head, "the fact that you were completely silent when I had counted on commiserating about how presumptive men are – "
Leia bit down on the edge of her wine glass, and then gave a small, hoarse laugh, her brows going up.
"Winter," she said in a rush, entertained, "I hardly expected you to be this morally scandalized by – by – that."
"I am not morally scandalized, I am practically affronted – from a physical logistics standpoint – Leia," she switched gears, mimicking the tone with which Leia had said her name, "why do you always assume that because I've slept with numerous men, I've done every kinky thing under the twin suns?"
Leia tilted her head thoughtfully, unsure for a moment – she supposed she always had associated Winter's promiscuity – and she never used that word in a negative sense – with extreme experimentation, and perhaps – no, evidently – she had been wrong.
She took a sip of her wine to give herself a moment to think. She hesitated and pursed her lips.
"I – suppose I never thought of it as that outlandish," Leia answered slowly. "There are people who do it every day."
"And what do you know about that?" Winter fired back. "Do you do it every day? Ah, no, I see – you've never had sex the regular way, have you? It's all – "
"Look who is sitting on my sofa, drinking my wine, acting like there is some universal regular way to have sex – Winter, I am ashamed of you – "
"Can we back this up?" Winter interrupted, though she gave a nod and a wave of her wine glass to acknowledge Leia's statement. She leaned forward, one elbow resting on her knee, studying Leia with a mixture of uncertainty and fascination. "The root of my – my real question is, ah – what the fuck?" she asked, laughing a little in disbelief. "You?"
"You have never been given a verbal confirmation that I have – "
"Leia."
Leia sighed, and tilted her head far to the left, looking at Winter pointedly over her wine glass. She looked down at the shimmery red liquid for a moment, then closed her eyes briefly, and opened them. She inclined her head.
"I have," she revealed simply.
Winter raised her brows, and sat back a little, considering that. She started to say something, fell silent, and then looked more serious, swallowing hard.
"Leia," she started. "You – mean with Han, don't you?" she asked softly.
Leia blinked a few times.
"No, with my other husband."
Winter smiled a little faintly.
"Before I start making a bunch of jokes or ask crude questions I just wanted to, ah, clarify that it was…Han, and ahhm, you – consented – "
Leia drew back a little, grimacing.
"Oh," she said shortly. She waved her hand tensely. "It was Han, Winter," she confirmed. "It wasn't – yes, it was Han. Yes, I wanted it."
Winter sat up, tapping her chin. She nodded firmly, and then narrowed her eyes.
"In that case – and do note, I'm using your words – wanted it? You wanted – are you in your right mind? Who – who are you?" she demanded – and Leia laughed, her cheeks flushing pink again.
Winter shook her head, brows arched skeptically.
"Wanted," she muttered. "There are very few woman who truly feel a desire to be subjected to such depravity – "
"Winter, dramatics."
"Oh, don't mind me. It isn't judgment, not at all – I find exaggerated dramatics to be humorous – "
"I know."
"— and I find it inconceivable that you have done something I haven't, and that it is this."
Leia held her hand out.
"That's why I reacted the way I did!" she defended. "I assumed you had. It caught me off guard that you were so – "
"Firmly indignant," Winter supplied.
"Yes," Leia snorted. "That."
"Well," Winter said, deadpan, "I don't get off on deliberate discomfort. It's obvious why men are interested but – to ask me to do it when in truth, there's little chance of me deriving any pleasure seems – ah, selfish – I don't know, I," Winter faltered. "It has always remained a kink in my mind."
Leia shrugged a little.
Winter scoffed and took a sip of wine.
"You're telling me that Han casually asked you to do it and you just – did?"
Leia was silent again, looking down at her wine. She cleared her throat vaguely, and took a very long drink of it, and Winter's eyes widened again as she stared at her friend, her lips parting in disbelief.
"You asked him?" Winter half-shrieked, sitting forward, her expression demanding. "Leia – you're – but you're a prude, you've always been – "
"Oh, I'll turn your question back on you now," Leia broke in quickly, her brows going up, "why do you always assume that because I only wanted to sleep with a man I loved that I was only going to do it on my back in a bed for my entire life?"
Leia cocked a brow, and Winter tilted her head, smiling as if she'd just been busted. She clicked her tongue, and inclined her head in defeat, nodding.
"Point taken," she said.
Leia held out her glass for a toast –
"Here we have an instance of you doing the same routine with a diversity of partners and I, I, doing everything with one."
Winter completed the toast, and gave Leia a wry look.
"We're going to stick with the current topic – that's your royal ass, in case you need a reminder – for now, but by the end of this bottle, you will be telling me what 'everything' encompasses."
Leia blushed slightly, and Winter laughed hoarsely, staring at her.
"Explain it to me," she insisted. "The concept is – so unappealing to me – did you read some male-produced smut novel that convinced you it's actually ten times better than the boring old usual way?"
Leia sighed thoughtfully.
"No, it wasn't about that."
"It wasn't about getting off? Leia. What the hell is going on in your sex life?"
Leia gave her a look.
"A lot of complexity, usually," she said dryly – and honestly, because more often than not, that was the case.
Winter sighed, but watched Leia with interest. Leia hesitated, and then sat forward.
"It was – more that, I – Han hadn't done it," she said, "with anyone, he'd never done it," she said emphatically. "Which – I was taken aback by, I thought he'd have – "
"You apparently think everyone is doing this all the time," Winter snorted – "No, it sounds like Han ran across every stereotypical women I am currently representing who told him he could fuck directly off for even asking."
"He never paid for it, either," Leia said, rolling her eyes at Winter. "That's what caught me off guard. I see women not wanting to do it, but in a professional transaction – "
"Ah, fair enough – I wasn't aware Han used professionals so extensively," she said warily.
"He – well, I can't speak in depth to his sexual history," Leia said dryly, "and I won't, for the most part, but he had a couple of – emotionally bad relationships, and he told me that making sex a business transaction in the end, kept him from hurting anyone who wasn't clear on his lifestyle. You know, he didn't want to commit. He was bad at it. So he made it business."
Winter took a thoughtful sip of wine.
"That is…unconventionally noble."
"He doesn't like hurting people," Leia said softly, her brow furrowing. "You wouldn't assume that, at first sight."
Winter nodded, but waved her hand.
"Yes, but – back to the original point – "
Leia cleared her throat, and nodded.
"I wanted to find something to do with him that he hadn't done with any other women – and I," she paused, and took a deep breath, "I wanted to do something with him that – hadn't been done to me, or I hadn't done with anyone."
Winter compressed her lips.
"Didn't you say that Giles never went down on you?"
"That doesn't satisfy the part about Han," Leia said.
"Ah, right," Winter said. "I am glad to hear that – I'd be personally offended on behalf of several women if I found out Han had never gone down on anyone before you."
"Thank you for the reminder, Winter."
"Don't worry, I'm sure he thinks you taste the best."
Leia looked so startled by that comment that Winter burst into laughter – she'd intended to remain deadpan, but Leia looked as if she'd narrowly missed being hit by a land speeder, and the expression was priceless.
"You are filthy," Leia hissed.
Winter gave a squeal of mock outrage.
"You dare call me filthy, when you are the one – "
Leia shushed her, and nursed her wine, and Winter scooted forward, squeezing her shoulder.
"Forgive me, Your Highness – don't, please don't deprive me of the rest of this story."
Leia gave her a moody glare, but softened it quickly, fairly comfortable with going on – there wasn't much to it; she constantly told Winter she did not go into explicit detail with these stories, regardless of how often Winter sometimes did. It was not her style – she liked her privacy, and a bit of mystery.
"That was about it," Leia murmured. "I asked him if he had, he said no, I asked him if he wanted to, he nearly broke is neck nodding," she listed, running her finger around the rim of the glass, "then he damn near had a panic attack at the idea of possibly hurting me, then we did it, and," she trailed off, shrugging, "And here we are."
Winter was silent, processing that.
"When?" she asked.
Leia tilted her head up.
"Hmm, on our honeymoon," she answered.
"Have you done it more than once?" Winter asked.
Leia lifted her wine to her lips. She was quiet a moment, and then, as she took another sip, she gave a small nod –
"Yes," – she said, murmuring the word into her wine.
Winter stared, fascinated. She held up a hand, shaking her head.
"I – obviously have to ask this, you know I do," she warned. "Is it…good? I mean – do you – like it?"
Leia squinted her eyes, thinking critically. She wracked her brains.
"Mmhm. So, that's a no," Winter guessed.
"It's not a no, technically," Leia said slowly. "The thing – I, I – you're right, I don't get much out of it. Han's – he's – ah, well, it's never been bad, let me put it that way," she said diplomatically. "He's hyper vigilant about not hurting me. You know, I … knew he'd stop if I told him to. Immediately."
"Sure," Winter said earnestly. "That's all that matters. That's what's important. Ugh, Leia – you're so lucky to have that – Tycho is like that as well, of course, but some of them men I've been with," she said darkly. "Shove my head down, pretend they didn't hear me when I told them to stop something," she shook her head. "You have no idea."
Leia rested her head on the back of the sofa, her expression blank.
"Yes," she said quietly. "I do."
Winter cringed.
"Of course," she agreed, retracing her statement. "You do. Of course."
Leia was silent for a while.
"I don't think I'd say I like it," she answered finally. She shrugged. "I like being with Han, though. I like that I'm the only woman he will ever, ever think of for that – not that I think he compares me to other women." She shifted a little. "There was a lot of – trust involved, and he can just be so sweet – "
Leia broke off immediately; she hadn't meant to get saccharine. She blinked a few times, and then laughed at herself hoarsely.
"Of all things to get emotional about," she joked.
"Who knew, huh?" Winter agreed. "I've never thought of it the way you clearly do," she reflected. "I just considered it a - male-pandering porn fetish, and you make it sound romantic."
Leia shrugged again.
"I've never thought of sex as pornographic," she said quietly. "You know that. It's about…Han, for me. Just Han."
Winter grinned.
"That's sweet," she teased.
"Shut-up," Leia whispered good-naturedly.
Winter sat back, relaxing, and kicked her feet back up on the table. Leia closed her eyes, her head resting close to Winter's shoulder – in the back of her mind, she thanked fate for having Winter need to vent about this, because she had found herself wanting to share and unsure how to bring it up – the years she'd gone without Winter had hampered her ability to just open up to her best friend in the easy way they used to.
After a moment, Winter's voice broke into the silence.
"How many times have you done it?" she ventured.
Leia gave a protracted sigh, and glared into Winter's shoulder.
"You ruined the delicacy of the moment."
"Hans completely ruined any delicacy you try to act like you have," Winter fired back.
Leia laughed loudly, and bit her lip.
"Just twice," she said. "The honeymoon, and his birthday."
"Most women just give a blowjob, Leia."
"What's special about that?" she retorted. "I do that all the time."
Winter burst into giggles.
"Ooh, oh – are you going to tell me what this 'everything' you do with Han is, now?" she prompted.
Leia shrugged primly. She decided to keep some details for another day, and laughed, taking a sip of wine. She sat forward to pour herself more – and top off Winter – and as she did, the chimes for the apartment signaled an arrival, and Han strode into the living room, his vest thrown over his shoulder.
He stopped in his tracks when he saw Leia pouring the wine, and frowned.
"Kriff," he muttered. "Is it that night? Sorry," he said quickly, turning to go. "I'll go bum around the Falcon – " he whipped back around, smirking, and giving Winter a dark glare. "Go back to your apartment this time – my spot is my spot," he growled.
If he came home to Winter passed out, fast asleep, on top of the covers, in his spot one more time –
Leia and Winter laughed, and Winter narrowed her eyes at Han, shaking her head and clicking her tongue, slow and threatening. Han narrowed his eyes at her warily, straightening up. Winter had a maddening tendency to put him on edge –
"Why're you lookin' at me like that?" he asked.
She just shook her head –
"She's a Princess of Alderaan," Winter said loftily. "You ingrate."
Han looked confused, and Leia sighed, continuing to pour wine.
"Let it lie, Han. Let it lie."
He considered them both a moment – suspiciously – and then nodded, retreating out of the apartment – and Leia turned to Winter, her face pink, and her eyes shining. She smirked, tipping the bottle of wine towards Winter wryly.
"Well?" she began, arching a brow. "What are you going to tell Tycho?"
Winter parted her lips, opening her mouth to respond – and Leia raised her glass to her lips, eagerly anticipating the answer – oh yes, she had missed this, she had needed this for years – just unadulterated, unabashed, shameless girl talk.
it's like sex and the city, but in space!
-Alexandra
story #356
