It's been a long, emotionally draining nine-plus months since Carrie died.

I haven't been able to write.

Until now.

So how did we get from Takodana to the base on D'qar? How long was the journey? We didn't see. When Leia met Finn, she said Han told told her about Rey... We didn't hear that conversation.

Written but unused scene says the Solo's traveled together alone on the Falcon...

A little Elder Porn as Carrie called it/them at SDCC 2015 never hurt.


The kiss deepened and she let her hands drift inside his jacket to begin running up and down his sides. He gently pulled her closer, letting his trembling hands begin to slide up and down her arms.

"We're too old for this," she teased, breaking the kiss and tilting her head back to gaze at him.

"For what?" he grumbled, inching his face back to hers, reclaiming her lips.

"We've been through so much... We're tired... Our bodies are tired..." she tried, her lips brushing his as she spoke.

"Maybe... But our hearts aren't. Our passion ain't," he offered.

She smiled. "True," she sighed. "Can we at least go to the cabin? We spent a lot of credits on it before you let those scoundrels steal her," she playfully chided, standing up, letting her hands trail over his shoulders as she moved out of the cockpit.

"Hey!" he chuckled. "It wasn't my fault," he called after her, gingerly getting to his aching feet.

"It never is," she called back, no mirth in her voice this time.

"Ah, come on, sweetheart," he said, slowly making his way down the hallway to the cabin.

He found her already stretched out on the bed, her brown leather wedge boots kicked off.

Leaning his left shoulder against the doorjamb, his hazel eyes softened and began to sparkle as they hadn't in some time. He regarded her lovingly, his weary spirit coming alive again. Her big brown doe eyes beckoned him.

"I got you wrapped around my little finger," he said quietly.

"There's nothing little about your finger," she said, lowering her chin, but not breaking their eye contact.

He closed the distance between them, shedding his brown leather jacket before joining her on the bed.