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Also, thanks to everyone who is reading this story. I hope you enjoy it (I'm enjoying writing it.) And thanks for the reviews. Okay, on with the story!

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Leia arrived home at 6:30 that evening, as close as she could make to her promised time. She'd spent the ten minute ride from her office to the apartment building angrily rehashing the confrontation she'd just had with Threkin Horm right as she'd been packing up to leave for the day. What a perfectly awful way to end a perfectly awful day, she fumed, slamming a fist on the steering wheel of her hover car for emphasis.

Horm had floated into her office on his repulsor chair just as Leia had swung her purse over her shoulder and shut down her computer. Her assistant, Marva, had stood behind him in the doorway, looking distraught with her hands thrown up in exasperation. Leia had nodded her understanding to the older woman and had waved her off. She'd repeated silently to herself, 'Go home, Leia' and proceeded to pull her coat over her shoulders. She'd been about to bid him good evening when he'd started in on her. He'd made sure to tell her how disappointed he was regarding the slow progress she'd been making on relocating their fellow Alderaanian survivors to a suitable planet of their own, and how the survivors had been calling him to complain and express their outrage and frustration on the whole matter. With her head pounding and her eyes feeling like they were full of sand, as well as an overflowing docket waiting for her on Monday, she'd snapped at him that she was trying to remedy that situation all by herself, despite the fact that there were other members, such as himself, on the council, too, and that if the survivors didn't like the planet Dathomir, then they were certainly welcome to live anywhere else they chose. She'd also reminded him that she'd had to tend to the mounting crises of attempted Imperial uprisings, and skirmishes with alien species in the Roche system threatening the New Republic as well, and, oh, yes, she'd recently gotten married, so she'd been pretty busy, believe it or not.

Horm had coldly sneered back that it wasn't his fault their fellow Alderaanians were looking for a new home, and while the Hapans' contribution to the New Republic was substantial, they would have had even more money and resources at their disposal if only she had chosen to marry the prince, then she wouldn't have had to worry about any of these matters – none of them would, and she'd now be Queen-In-Waiting of Hapes, living in unheard-of luxury, instead of being Princess of What-Had-Been, married to that ruffian, ex-general Solo, who had nothing of use to offer anybody.

And that's.

When Leia.

Had lost it.

All of her good breeding, all of her considerable social and political skills, and every lesson she'd ever learned about self-restraint, etiquette, and diplomacy had vanished in a haze of pent-up, white-hot fury.

She believed she'd called him a fat, rotten, bloated, self-absorbed ass-Hutt, who cared nothing about anybody but himself. She remembered saying that she herself hadn't been responsible for the acts of the Empire or Grand Moff Tarkin - she'd been taken prisoner when she'd risked her own life with those plans, unlike a useless tub of pudding like him. In her frostiest tone, she'd said that she'd been aware that when the Hapans had made the proposal, most of the council - he in particular, as well as some other members of the government, had only been too happy to use her like a bartering chip in exchange for their wealth, that they'd pressured her and manipulated her schedule and exploited the fact that she'd felt it was her duty as a princess and a public servant to respond to the request, and had used her own guilt about Alderaan to try get her to accept the offer, and she'd almost fallen for it. She'd argued that she had done more than her share, had sacrificed more than enough – more than most, and deserved to have her own life and personal happiness with the man she loved, just like any other being in the universe, and it made her sick to think she might have given that up because of people like him – selfish, despicable, self-serving, do-nothings who only knew how to take from and use others to benefit themselves, and she thanked the gods she'd realized the truth of the situation for what it was before it was too late. She'd ended by telling Horm he might consider that if it hadn't been for Han, she'd have been executed after Alderaan had been destroyed, the plans would have fallen back into the hands of the Empire, the Death Star would still exist, the rebellion would have been crushed, and the galaxy would still be under Imperial rule, and that Han Solo had more integrity, more decency, and goodness in one molecule of his body than Horm had in the entire ancestry of his family's history, and that if he'd dared to say another disrespectful, filthy thing about her husband, she'd make it her personal mission to ruin him in every way possible that she could think of.

She'd stood over the fat man in his repulsor chair, breathing hard, jaw clenched, and so angry she hadn't been able to see straight. Horm had looked ashen and had kept sputtering, "You!" and "Well!" before quickly zipping off down the hallway. Shaking, she'd walked silently past a wide-eyed Marva to the lifts and spotted Mon Mothma coming down the other end of the hall toward her office, probably wanting her to stay late and work on something else, or worse – come in to the office tomorrow and work the weekend. Leia had ducked behind two people waiting beside her, then behind a large, indoor, zondola tree, and had finally darted to the stairwell to the parking structure, not sure if she'd heard Mon calling her name or not.

Home now, Leia walked through the studio apartment, past the bed, toward the kitchen, shedding her purse, datapad, and coat along the way. Usually, Threepio would greet her and start chattering nonstop as soon as she came in the door, but she'd loaned him to Luke for a while to help decipher some old datacards. She sighed dejectedly. No Han, no Threepio, just a quiet, empty apartment. She opened the refrigerator to see what she could have for dinner, but her altercation with Horm had taken away her appetite. Instead, she pulled out a bottle of chilled, sweet, red wine and took a glass from the cupboard and headed back through the main room.

It really is pretty nice, Leia mused as she entered the 'fresher and activated the lights. The studio apartment was only temporary until renovations could be made in other parts of the building, but Leia loved how it had everything they needed, and they were always in the same room with each other whether they were sleeping, or lazing on the couch, or eating (except in the small kitchen). The main room was large, and one whole wall was a window overlooking the city. One of her favorite things was to lie in bed at night and watch the skyline full of stars and the lights of various ships and speeders going by, while she and Han held each other after love, her head resting on his bare chest. She sighed heavily again, and began to undress, throwing her clothes in the autovalet, wishing she'd met the boys after work for a little fun after all. At least she'd be with Han right now, despite her headache, and she could tell him and Luke all about Horm. They'd know what to say to make her feel better. They'd draw her out of this mood.

Naked, Leia padded over to the tub, which was set within a large, tiled ledge that jutted out from the wall, and ran the hot water. She poked a few buttons on the console to add some bubble bath that smelled of vilantilia flowers. The scent was light and romantic and she breathed it in deeply, letting her tense shoulders relax, then she turned to regard the holovid monitor on the wall opposite the tub.

Earlier, during her afternoon meeting with Mon and other officials, instead of paying rapt attention to the protocol concerning the minutia of how reports were filed, and who reported to whom, Leia had let her mind wander to a much more important decision: which romantic holovid to watch during her bubble bath later that evening. As Borsk had droned on, emphasizing how crucial it was to submit reports in a timely manner, and which font was preferred, Leia had narrowed her choices down to two old favorites. A Captain and a Cavalier was a romantic drama about a small-town girl who dreams of a bigger life and is literally swept off her feet by a brooding Navy captain, who finally comes to terms with his troubled past. While it was sexy and satisfying, and held a special significance for her and Han, it was also a bit emotionally heavy. Somewhere in the Stars was satisfying as well, but sweet and sentimental, and much lighter fare. It was a sappy romance about a man who travels back in time to be with his true love, only to be ripped back into present time where he dies of heartbreak, but is happily reunited with her in the afterlife. Now, as she regarded the monitor, she bit the inside of her cheek, thinking about which best suited her mood.

"Media player on," Leia said. The screen instantly lit up with the message, SELECT ACTION. "Holovid of Somewhere in the Stars." A still of the holovid appeared, featuring a tall, dark-haired, handsome young man and a petite, beautiful young woman, both dressed in old-timey clothes, with the message, SELECT ACTION, again at the bottom of the screen, patiently waiting for the next command.

With the tub still filling and her movie poised to start, Leia went to the counter, poured herself a glass of wine, and studied herself in the wall-length mirror, from her smooth, white shoulders, then to her rounded, high breasts, to her flat stomach and lower. She took a sip of wine and smiled to think that the only person who had ever seen or touched her was Han, and he knew just what to -

The doorbell sounded.

Who the hell would be at my doorstep on a Friday evening? Leia thought, irritated. It couldn't be Han, because he lived here and would have just come right in. And it couldn't be Luke or Chewie or even Lando because they were out with Han. And besides, they would've just called. Oh, gods, not Horm! Or Mon! Oh, no, no, they wouldn't, couldn't possibly bother her at home. She waited for a moment and the bell sounded again. Quickly, she grabbed her silky, pale blue robe from the back of the door and threw it on while marching determinedly to the front door. She hesitated a moment, wondering if she should pretend she wasn't home. Their building was guarded and secure – whoever was on the other side of that door had passed inspection, and, after another ring, her curiosity got the better of her.

Leia stabbed the button on the panel next to the door lock and demanded, "Who's there?"

A metallic voice answered patiently, "Delivery for a Mrs. Nerfherder."

"Uh, hold on," she stammered, poking another button to get a visual. The little screen showed a standard delivery droid on two wheels holding a bouquet of flowers. Han, she thought, smiling, and opened the door.

"Are you Mrs. Nerfherder?" the droid asked.

"I am, indeed," Leia said, stifling a laugh.

"These are for you, ma'am," the droid said, handing her the flowers. "You have a nice evening." It zipped off down the hallway before she could say anything.

Leia palmed the door shut and looked down at the bouquet of her favorite yellow faribels. The little card sticking out at the top read, L. – Thought you could use these, sweetheart. Love, H. Tears prickled her eyes. Oh, my dear, sweet, wonderful scoundrel, she thought, and the doorbell sounded again.

"Yes," she said into the intercom, wondering what he'd sent her now.

"Delivery for Mrs. Laser Brain," the voice said. That didn't sound metallic. In fact, it sounded like -

She palmed the door open again to find her husband lounging in the doorway, wearing his familiar lopsided grin, the one he gave just to her.

"Han!" she laughed in surprise and flung her arms around him, the paper around the bouquet crinkling behind his back. He hugged back and gently nudged them through the doorway into their apartment, letting the door slide shut.

They stood like that for a long moment until Han heard her sniffle.

"Hey, what's this?" he said softly with concern, pulling her gently back so he could see her face. He knew she'd been stressed when he'd called, but he hadn't expected crying.

Leia tucked her head down and tried to wipe at the tears that had escaped her eyes before he could see them, but he put a finger under her chin to lift it up. She saw him frown with concern.

"I'm okay, Han," she muttered and sniffled again.

"Sure you are," he said, raising a doubtful eyebrow, feeling her trembling in his arms.

"It was just a long, tedious day at work," she admitted. "Too much petty infighting, too many meetings about every silly little thing, too many career politicians." She shook her head a little. "It wasn't like this when I was representing Alderaan, or even when we were fighting the Imperials; we were all on the same side with the same goals, but now, with all the special interest groups, and lobbyists, it's just so much –"

"Politics," Han finished for her, trying to keep his voice as neutral as he could. She was upset and, despite how he felt about her commitment to her job, he refused to give her any grief about it, because she believed in it, and that was partly why he'd fallen in love with her to begin with. Besides, after everything they'd endured, he knew, without a doubt, she would always choose him, always put him first, so he didn't need to say anything else.

"I was going to say 'chaos,' but, yes - it's politics," Leia smiled wryly and nodded. "You know I love being an ambassador. I just wish the ministers and council members and committees would let me do my job instead of micromanaging me. And it's not just me; they micromanage everything and it's just so tiresome. I guess that's what's getting to me. Well, that and Horm." She felt Han's muscles tense at the man's name. She didn't blame him in the least. Horm's meddling had helped to almost cost them their relationship, and he had been one of the first to call for Han's arrest when Han had taken Leia to Dathomir. He had been particularly insufferable at Han's deposition, during which, when it became apparent Han and Leia were to wed, Horm had been persuaded (by Luke – not with the Force, but Horm's own inflated ego) to switch sides, and appointed himself chairman of the Princess' Wedding Planning Committee in a simpering, obvious effort to convince everyone – constituents and colleagues alike – that it had been the plan all along. Then, after the wedding, he'd turned back into his old, slimy, underhanded, conniving self.

"What'd The Incredible Bulk do now?" he groused, a scowl beginning to form.

Leia lowered her eyes, and told him all about the fight, told him how she'd simply exploded, what she'd said, and how she'd darted out of the building before Mon could catch her.

"You called him an 'ass-Hutt?'" Han laughed, incredulously. Out of all the people and beings he'd ever met, Leia's insults and arguments were some of the most entertaining, probably because he never expected them to come out of the mouth of such a small, pretty, well-bred, proper young princess. And it absolutely drove him wild.

Leia swiped at her nose and couldn't help grinning. "Yeah, well, I was in the zone. It was the only time today, until now, that I felt good about anything."

"Sweetheart, I think you should do that more often," he said, looking her in the eye.

She gave him a questioning look in return.

"You know," he explained, "let it out. Shout at people. Take charge. This isn't a concerted war effort anymore or even the senate; this is a bureaucracy and you're trying to play nice and it's not working. Never worked with me, either." A corner of his mouth went up in a smirk, remembering all the times he'd seen her take command of a situation, all the times she'd yelled at him, or had attempted to order him around. "Do you have any idea how impressive you are when you start yelling?" Gods, she was something to behold.

"When I yelled at you, I thought we were flirting," she said, coyly, causing them to chuckle a little. Then she turned more serious. "But maybe you're right. Part of government work is having to put up with all the bureaucratic small stuff. I thought things would be different once the New Republic took hold, that everybody would want the same things, but some of them are, well, they're - "

"Ass-Hutts?" Han asked helpfully.

Their eyes met again, and they snorted soft laughter at each other.

Leia hugged him again, this time with a smile instead of tears. "I'm so glad you came to check up on me. You always make me feel better. I wasn't really hungry before, but now I think I'll order some Chiwanese for dinner in the bathtub, after all."

He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back. "I didn't come to check up on you; I'm all yours tonight, Highnessness."

"Oh, honey, no," she protested, pulling back again, "I don't want you to change your plans with Luke and Lando because of me."

"Oh, I have plans alright," he drawled, grinning devilishly, causing her to blush a little, simply because he was so handsome and sexy and he was all hers. "But they don't include a suave, cape-wearing, ladies' man, or a still-wet-behind-the-ears farmboy-turned-Jedi who can't hold his liquor."

"No?" Leia whispered, feeling herself begin to tremble again, but this time with anticipation.

He slowly shook his head, holding her with his intense gaze. "Nope. They involve a certain beautiful, hot, smart, short, bossy – ouch (Leia poked him in the ribs at this point) princess, who is hopefully naked under that robe."

She stepped back and looked at him playfully, flowers still in her hand. "This robe?" she asked innocently, twirling one of the ends of the sash.

The alarm sounded from the 'fresher to let them know the tub had stopped filling and was ready. They both looked in that direction, then back at each other. It would keep sounding until one of them stopped it.

"I'll take care of the tub and order some food," Han said, huskily, stalking his way across the room, "you put those flowers in some water. Then we'll see about that robe."

Moments later, Leia brought the flowers from the kitchen, now in a vase, back to the common room and put them on the bedside table as Han emerged from the 'fresher, having taken the time to remove his boots and vest.

"Really? Somewhere in the Stars?" He made a face and shook his head in mock disgust.

"Yup. My bath, my pity party, my movie," she grinned. "And my robe."

"Is that so?" Han advanced slowly, his voice low and sexy. "Delivery's gonna take about twenty minutes, give or take." He stood a foot away from her, ready to pounce.

The backs of her knees were against the edge of the mattress, and she felt the familiar, sweet ache between her legs. "Whatever will we do to pass the time?"

In answer, Han gave her the full wattage of his lopsided grin, causing her heart to race and her thighs to quiver. He reached over and undid the sash of her robe. What he saw underneath caused him to catch his breath. Holy kriff, she was beautiful, with her full, firm breasts and petal pink nipples. The robe slipped off her body, revealing all of her. He stepped forward and crushed her to him in a desperate embrace, and the feel of her warm, naked body against his clothed one was intoxicating. His mouth sought hers, and they kissed eagerly, greedily, tongues wrestling and darting against each other.

Leia's hands pulled his shirt from his pants and she ran them up his ribcage, his skin soft and his muscles hard under her touch.

"Mmm," he groaned against her mouth, taking his arms from around her, to help shed his clothes. Pulling away momentarily and breathing hard, he yanked his shirt off, while she unzipped the fastener on his pants, slipped her hand inside, and found him. He closed his eyes with his brows slightly knit, groaned again, and let her explore for a few heart-skipping seconds until he couldn't take it anymore. He brushed her hand aside and hurriedly shucked his pants in a simple move, then took her face in his hands and kissed her again, a little more slowly while he eased her body down on the bed beneath him. He hovered above her, his hands on either side of her head, still kissing her mouth.

They didn't have much time, but some things could not be rushed. He knew what she liked. He knew what he liked, too, so he started with her breasts, letting his mouth wander down the smooth flesh of her neck. Lowering himself to his elbows, he took her right nipple into his mouth, nipping with his teeth, rubbing with his tongue, suckling none too gently.

"Han," she moaned softly, arching her back involuntarily, as liquid, electricity sent a searing bolt of desire from her breast to between her legs. He gave the hardened, tiny bud another little nip, then moved to the other one, tugging and teasing it with his mouth until he felt her hands pushing and pulling at his hair. "Han . . . honey . . . if you don't stop . . . I'm going to . . ." she panted.

He lifted his head then and shifted himself above her, their faces inches apart, eyes locked. Leia reached between them, guiding him. She felt him push inside and made a noise in the back of her throat as he began to work his hips. Digging her heels into the bed, Leia tensed and tilted her pelvis up, catching the rhythm of his movements as her arms clutched around his shoulders. They ground against each other with abandon, each movement, each groan spurring them on, and it didn't take long. With the emotional upheaval of the day, the impending take-out order, the physical stimulation, and the fact that she loved him so much, Leia felt herself quickly inching closer the edge. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensations of their lovemaking: the sounds of their bodies moving together, the taste of his mouth, the feel of him, not just inside her, but his flesh against hers and her hands on his body. The sweet ache in her lower belly seemed to expand all the way to her toes and fingers for one numb, eternal moment . . . then . . . then . . . waves of pleasure surged through her entire being, lasting and lasting. She called out his name again.

Above her, Han watched Leia's expressive face and found himself quickening his pace, the sweet ache in his own belly beginning to build. As she finished, he leaned onto one arm and put a hand under her bottom, and with a few hard, short thrusts, went over the edge himself. Intense pleasure burst through him as he stopped deep inside, straining and releasing, gasping her name in ecstasy.

They panted hot little breaths into each other's faces, until Han leaned down and kissed her, slowly and deeply. Finally, he raised his head and they shared an intimate smile.

"I love you," Leia breathed, eyes glassy and sated.

"Love you, too." His voice was deep and soft now. He kissed her forehead and they disengaged until they were sitting on the edge of the bed, hip to hip.

Leia leaned her head against his shoulder and slipped her hand into his. "I really am glad you're home," she said, adding with a short laugh, "and not just because of this."

He squeezed her hand. "I don't like them making you cry."

She looked up at him. "They didn't make me cry; they made me mad. You made me cry."

His eyebrows shot up. "Me?"

"Yes," she nodded, smiling at his surprise. "I was having a bad day and you sent me flowers. Then you were standing in the doorway. You came home because you were worried about me and it made me cry. In a good way."

He smiled tenderly back at her, but before he could respond, the doorbell rang.

"Dinner's here. You better get it, sweetheart. My robe's in the 'fresher."

About twenty minutes later, the couple sat a few feet apart, facing across from each other in the hot, bubbly bathtub, a fitted metal tray between them, which now held several cartons of their favorite Chiwanese foods.

They talked and laughed over dinner, trading cartons. Leia favored the tangy orange poulet, while Han preferred the fried shrimmer and brown rice.

"Han?" Leia asked around a mouthful of ouvre roll.

"Um?" He set the wine glass on the wide, tiled lip of the tub and rooted in the carton of glazed porchon.

"Do you think this is unsanitary?"

"What? Eating in the tub?" He looked over at her.

"I think I dropped part of a dumpling in here," she groaned, fishing through the bubbles around her stomach.

"Leia, after all the things we've ever done in this tub, I wouldn't worry about a lost dumpling being unsanitary," he grinned lecherously, popping one of her orange poulet bites into his mouth.

"True," she giggled, "and thanks for putting that thought in my head." Placing a piece of wet dumpling on her napkin, she reached for their shared wine glass and took a sip. She sat between his legs, with hers over the tops of his thighs, her feet resting on either side of his hips. Now she nudged a heel against his right buttock and wriggled her eyebrows above the glass.

"Anytime, Your Worship," he teased, taking another ouvre roll.

She sighed happily, and, as they continued their dinner, she marveled to herself how only an hour ago, she'd still been fuming over Threkin Horm, and how she'd had a pounding headache, and she'd been too upset to eat. And now, here she was, relaxed, happy, naked, and giggling in a bubble bath with her sexy, gorgeous, naked husband sitting across from her. He really always does come through for me, she thought, and suddenly she had an idea.

"Han?" she asked, putting her fork down.

"Um?" he answered, his mouth full of noodles.

"I don't think I want to watch a holovid in the bathtub anymore." She rested her elbow on the tray, and put her chin in her hand.

He looked up and swallowed. He noted her voice was not seductive, but thoughtful. "What do you have in mind then?" A curious smile played on his lips.

"Well, it's still early, only quarter to eight. Maybe it might be fun to go out with the boys, after all. What do you think?"

"Really? You sure?" He studied her face. "You were pretty beat. We can always go out tomorrow night." She worked too hard and got too little rest, as far as he was concerned.

"I feel fine now, thanks to you. Wide awake." She smiled sweetly at him in a way she knew he couldn't resist. "We both have been so busy lately and you're always telling me I should get out more often and enjoy the city with you. Do you feel like taking me out?"

He leaned over the tray and gave her a quick, sticky kiss. "I'll call Lando and tell him the Solos are coming out for the evening."

Half an hour later, Han sat on the sofa, putting on his shoes when Leia emerged from the 'fresher, newly made-up and coifed with her hair in a short, thick braid, leaving most of the bottom half loose and hanging over the front of her shoulder. She was dressed casually in a burnt orange, fitted, jersey tank dress that hugged all the right places and whose hem hit her lower mid-thigh. With it, she wore a cropped, blue denim jacket and pair of knee-high brown leather boots.

Han gave her a low whistle of appreciation as he stood. Gods, does she actually get more beautiful every minute? he wondered. "You look great. I'm gonna have to beat the men off with a stick," he teased, walking over to join her.

"Me? Look at you," she grinned, blushing a little at the way he was staring at her. He was wearing the shirt she'd given him last Winter Fete, a brown, faux-suede, button down which he left untucked over a pair of dark blue jeans, with brown, suede, lace-up, ankle boots peeking out underneath. He's way too handsome for his own good, she thought. "I'm gonna have to claw the women off of you. Men, too."

He smirked at her compliment. "Well, we are looking pretty hot tonight, sweetheart," he cajoled with exaggerated smugness. "We'll both have to play defense. But any guy hitting on you is gonna be sorry he messed with my girl."

Flushing with pleasure at his remark, Leia reached for her purse and clucked her tongue with feigned disapproval. "Okay, hotshot, just put your blaster on stun - nobody needs to get hurt. And I'll do my best not to leave any incriminating marks on anyone fool enough to try to make time with my man."

His grin widened with delight, pleased that the tired, defeated Leia he'd 'commed earlier had transformed into this saucy, spicy scamp at his side. He offered his arm. "Ready?"

She was a bit giddy. Not only were they going to have a night out, but they planned on taking the lift down to the street, then walking half a block to the Sub-Shuttle entrance which led down a short flight of stairs to the public underground station. From there, it was a ten minute ride to the exit which led right up into the hanger where Lando's new ship was docked. It wasn't often Leia took public transportation, and the whole adventure that awaited excited her. "Let's go," she said, still smiling, and, taking the proffered arm, the Solos left the apartment.

Neither of them had any idea that approximately fourteen hours later, they'd be waking up in another bathtub hundreds of miles away, Leia would be sporting rainbow-colored hair, and Chewie would be missing.

**********************************Author's Note**********************************

This was actually just going to be a sweet, one-shot story, where Leia has a rough day, and just wants to spend the evening at home. While it seems Han's got other plans, he decides to surprise her and they spend a romantic night together, mostly in the tub, eating dinner, relaxing with a movie, and having a little sexy time with each other. That was the whole story.

But – then I got to thinking (always a dangerous endeavor): what if they did go out with the guys? What would happen to these crazy kids, out on the town with light-weight Luke and debonair Lando and stalwart Chewie? What madcap mischief might they get into?

I described it as Star Wars meets the Hangover, and, yes, I did borrow some from the Hangover, and some I just plain made up. I thought borrowing was allowed now. We'll call it an homage or a tribute. You don't even have to have seen the Hangover to get it, but I hope you enjoy it.

And I don't know about you, but the thing that always appealed to me about Star Wars, isn't the 'Wars' part of the title; that's just the setting - it's the characters and their chemistry and relationships that I like. And it (the OT) is satisfying - they fought a war to accomplish something - to right a wrong, to defeat evil, and restore freedom and the relative peace of everyday life for everyone. So, I figure our faves deserve normalcy after all they fought for and won. I figure that was the point of the story. Disney can have their version (where the war and evil and bad stuff just keeps going on), and so can I (and so can you - whatever you like.) While they're the ones raking in the money, I just write because it's fun. And, you know, maybe that's the best reason of all.

Anyway, if you've come this far, maybe you'd like to come a little further and see what happens next on this silly, little adventure that's about to take place . . .

(Hint: I'm not gonna lie – it's gonna get a bit wacky and out of hand at times. And I promise a bit more romance at the end of the tale.)