"Leia, you're killing me."
"Don't be such a baby! Now hold still or I'll mess up the lip liner."
"You look like a million bucks kid."
"Shut up Han, or you're next."
"Wow, speaking in unison – you two could be twins!"
Luke squirmed in his seat, trying not to flinch as Leia came at his eyes with a black pencil. The moment they'd gotten back on Home One just outside the planet's atmosphere, she'd dragged him to her quarters and thrown him in her fresher. Shouting through the door, Leia had instructed Luke to use the different small bottles of products for his hair and skin, something Luke felt slightly bad for because how long had she waited to come by these things and now he was using them? Whatever he'd lathered into his hair though had made detangling and brushing it out go much faster than it normally would. It was even shinier than it was before, and Leia wasted no time in sweeping his bangs to the side and brushing the flyaways into submission. She sprayed his hair into place and nodded to herself before diving into a beat-up box of makeup while Luke fought to clear his airways.
Foundation, highlighter, and glitter dusted his face. His lips dyed a soft pink, and now Leia was busy lining his eyes with black liquid eyeliner. Han stood behind her sniggering, enjoying the show while Luke sent him dark looks promising revenge when he least expected it.
"It's one night Luke, for a good cause." Leia chided gently as she inspected her work, "And no one would think anything of it if you declined a second date with this guy, if anything if he takes offense then he's the one in the wrong. If he wants to make this part of his business deal then he should expect this to not mean anything." She turned Luke's head side to side, using a careful eye to look over what she'd done. Satisfied, she dug mascara from the box, inspecting the glass bottle to see if she had enough before untwisting the cap and holding Luke's head steady before she came in with the brush.
"And hey, maybe this is how you meet true love." Han shrugged, "Just give us the signal and we can clear Chewie's bunk out fast to give you two some time alone."
"Han I will kill you." Luke said evenly.
"How un-Jedi of you." Han feigned insult.
"If he doesn't, I will." Leia shrugged, "Now Luke, you stand over here by the closet and let me see if we can squeeze you into something."
"What's wrong with my own clothes?" Luke cried.
"You don't have any formal wear." Leia said flatly, "And Gruto said he was interested in seeing you in something… of mine.. anyway?"
"Add to that, I'm not lending you my pants again if you're gonna get intimate with Gruto." Han grinned. Retaliation was Leia's brush flying through the air and into Han's chest as he laughed, Luke ready to vault the hairspray next while Leia ordered Han out of the room. He left, rubbing his chest and chuckling gleefully.
"I'm glad he's having the time of his life," Luke muttered as Leia pushed him to stand beside her small closet.
"We'll find some way to get him back, don't worry." Leia sighed, "Chewie feels for you if it's any consolation."
"Unless he's slathering lipstick on with me, then no, no its not." Luke muttered.
"Lip stain, it's cheaper than lipstick." Leia said as she sorted through her clothes, holding various articles up to compare to Luke. Silky dresses, shiny shirts, and a few slinky black numbers Luke batted away before they could even get near him.
Leia sighed, "Come on, work with me here. We're gonna run out of time if I have to fight you into something."
Luke groaned, casting a look over Leia's closet before throwing his hand out and grabbing something that didn't look to tight or too much like a dress. He was wrong, as he pulled it out the fabrics full length fell to the floor and he was left holding a billowy champagne red robe-looking… thing (he refused to say the "D" word). Leia came to stand beside him, considering the outfit against the rebel pilot before nodding confidently.
"I can work with this, although we might have to touch up your makeup." She gently took the hangar from his hands and slid the fabric from it, letting the front fall open, "Turn around and take off your shirt, you can drop your pants once we get this secured on you."
Luke couldn't stop the blush that engulfed his face at "drop your pants", but he was already on edge and uncomfortable so he simply did as instructed. Once his shirt was sitting in a sad, crumpled pile on the floor Leia slid the arms of the… he'd call it a robe, that sounded manlier than… dress; the robe onto Luke before walking around the front and pulling it closed. The sash was pulled tight and knotted twice before Leia started pulling at the fabric so that the robe wrapped attractively around Luke's shoulders. The rest of the robe was allowed to billow and fall, roomy and baggy enough to not feel constricting but tight enough to look like it was an actual dress. Leia secured the knot at Luke's hip before dashing over to the closet and digging through a box on the floor, coming back with a large brooch to clip over the knot.
"There we go," Leia grinned, continuing to adjust the material, "Now we finish hair and makeup and then you can help me get dressed."
"As long as I'm through, you can do whatever you want." Luke sighed, letting himself be led to the fresher and Leia reopened her beat-up box of makeup. It was quiet as Leia worked, darkening the shading of his lips and eyes, pausing every so often to check her work.
Eventually Leia broke the silence.
"I used to do things like this all the time," She smiled, "I didn't realize how much I missed it."
Luke swallowed, "Really?"
"My mom loved teaching me how to do hair and makeup," Leia nodded, "I'm not a huge fan of all the intricate hairstyles being a princess puts me through, but sometimes it's fun to just play around. There are so many different styles to do when your hair is as long as mine, and it was fun to experiment just how complicated a hair bun could get.
"Clothes shopping was one of the only not-senatorial things I enjoyed doing too. Don't get me wrong, I'd love going down to the blasting range whenever I had free time or finding somewhere to read or something. But sometimes it was fun to just try on pretty clothes and look good every once in a while."
"I'm sure you were a heartbreaker as a kid." Luke grinned.
"More like nose breaker," Leia grinned, "You don't get catcalled often in high Alderaanian society, but I gave the boys even more of a reason not to." She pulled another spray bottle from the box, "Close your eyes, this'll keep the makeup from smudging."
"Am I free?" Luke asked once he could properly breathe again.
"Not yet, last touch." Leia grinned (he did not like that grin), hurrying out of the fresher ahead of him and diving back into her closet. She emerged holding a green flowery hairclip.
"It'll match the brooch," She said, pointing to the emerald encrusted brooch sitting on Luke's hip, "And hold back your hair better." Carefully, she slipped the clip into Luke's hair, pinning back his bangs further.
"There," Leia grinned, stepping back, "Now you're done."
"Thank you!" Luke groaned.
"You shouldn't feel too bad, you look good." Leia grinned before disappearing inside the fresher. He heard the shower turn on and sat back down on the bed. He caught a glimpse of himself in the dark datapad screen Leia had left propped against the wall on her nightstand and, frankly, he had to agree with her. The Princess had done a fantastic job. He didn't look like a boy wearing women's clothes and playing with their mother's makeup, he looked like him but with accents. His blue eyes stood out among smoky red and blacks, his lips looked full for once (and a light red-like he had a bloody mouth or something), and his hair was shiny and clean. The dress (because honestly it was a dress) was one of the most comfortable things he'd ever worn… and okay it didn't look half bad. Simple and elegant, he looked like he belonged at a party.
And Leia looked like she was having fun dressing him up.
Speaking of, the Princess emerged from the fresher toweling her hair and wearing a bathrobe. She'd already started the makeup applications judging by her suddenly pink lips and fuller eyebrows, and was now looking through her closet.
"I like that pink dress on you," Luke offered after a moment, "And we'd sort of match right, at least color-wise?"
Leia held out the low necklined, short sleeved pink dress Luke was talking about and grinned, "Yeah, only color." Then she disappeared into the fresher again.
When she emerged Luke was standing there holding a silver circlet looking a bit embarrassed.
"I wanted to help, I didn't mean to make a mess of all your hair things." Indeed, there was a small pile of hairclips, bows, and other accessories sitting on the floor of the closet, "Sorry."
Leia took the circlet from his hands and carefully slipped it on her head, "It's fine, I've done it plenty of times myself anyway. How do I look?"
"Amazing."
"Right back atcha." Leia grinned, entwining her arm with Luke's, "Now, let's go break some hearts."