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Coruscant - The Cantham House - Consulate of the Remnant of Alderaan

Months of planning was finally coming to fruition. All the friends and family of Han Solo, former smuggler and General in the Rebel Alliance and New Republic was marrying Leia Organa, former Senator and Princess from the destroyed planet of Alderaan and current High Councilor of the New Republic. It was a day long in coming. Everyone who was close to either of them knew that they had strong feelings for each other. The half-joking question was were those feelings love are hate. But Han Solo's captivity by Boba Fett and Jabba the Hutt had been the fire that they had been forced to travel through in order to realize that they did, indeed, love one another deeply. Now, four years after that conclusion had finally been reached, the wedding day was finally going to happen.

Leia was doing her best not to stress too much but, considering that she was about to be married, all the preparatory meditation and all the deep breathes were doing little to settle her anxiety. Winter was with her as her Maid of Honor and was currently speaking to someone on her comlink. The other bridesmaids weren't there yet but they had plenty of time. Even so, Leia wished they would hurry.

As if on call, Mara, the Dathomir witches Kirana Ti and Damya and the Jedi Nisotsa bustled in laden down with garment bags. Behind each of them trailed boxes, levitated with the force. Immediately, Leia hurried to help. "We have everything;" said Mara breathlessly.

Winter finally finished with her communication and said, "General Solo and his groomsmen are getting ready as we speak and have all avoided over indulging in drinking, though Luke did sound as though he was worried that the groom was going to have a nervous breakdown. The make-up artists are on their way up here right now. In the mean time, I suggest we eat something. Everyone knows that the bride never gets the chance to eat at her own reception."

In some of the boxes were cheeses, pastries, fruits, nuts, crackers and other finger foods. The others dug in with a will since they had all been up since early in the morning and none of them had eaten breakfast. Leia, however, was far too anxious to have more than a couple nibbles of cheese spread over a cracker and a few sips of wine to wash them down. When the make-up artists arrived, a half dozen lovely young Tholothians, they congratulate Leia excitedly and set her and the bridesmaids down in comfortable chairs and set to work.

Han was eyeing the bottle of Corellian whiskey and contemplating getting himself another drink. Despite having consumed a couple already, he was still quite nervous. "Relax, Han;" said Luke with a chuckle. "We still have an hour or so. Eat something, have one more drink and then we can start getting dressed."

"Easy for you to say;" muttered the older man. "when it's your turn, I guarantee, you won't be so calm."

Luke chuckled and patted his friends back. "Look, Wedge, Lando, Judder and Ferroda will be here soon, alright? Have another drink, eat something and then we can get a couple hands of sabacc in before we have to get into uniform."

Han filled the tumbler again and took a deep breath. Luke filled his own and lifted it. "To the best day of your life, Captain Han Solo. May it be the first of many great days to follow."

"Not likely; we're still at war, kid;" grumbled Han but he clinked his glass against Luke's and they drank.

Luke helped himself to a little food checked one more time over his rather impressive rack of medals, making sure they were all in the right order on his shoulder sash. "Good grief, Luke;" chuckled Han. "That is a lot of hardware on there."

Luke chuckled. "Yeah, and every piece has a memory, especially this one;" and he lifted the Medal of Bravery.

"Oh yeah;" said Han. "Every now and again, even after all of the crazy things I've seen you do, kid, that double-torpedo shot still amazes me. How far away were you when you squeezed the trigger again?"

"I don't remember;" said Luke. "But I still would have been dead and so would the Alliance if you hadn't showed up."

"Oh I know;" said Han, some of his old bravado and smugness returning. "I have a medal to match yours, remember?"

"Yeah, I do;" chuckled Luke. "That was a good day."

"But the days following weren't;" said Han as the flashes of battles and operations that he had never intended to get involved went through his mind.

Ultimately, either because of Luke or Leia, he had always returned to the Alliance, offering a helping hand or pulling them out of the fire.

"No, they weren't;" said Luke, pulling Han out of his thoughts. "We lost a lot of friends and were constantly on the move. Hoth was the worst of it though."

"Yeah it was. You scared me to death on the snow ball, scared all of us to death."

Luke nodded, subconsciously running a finger along one of the scars on his face. "How do you think I felt? I had to fight off a wampa and then nearly froze to death in an ice field. I still can't figure how you found me."

"To be honest, me either, kid. The battle afterward was worse. A half a dozen times, I was tempted to get changed and jump into a speeder but I just kept telling myself that I had to pay off Jabba. I always had the intention of returning but I couldn't live with a death mark on my head. It put you and Leia and the entire Alliance in danger."

Just then, the other groomsmen came in. "Thank the force!" said Wedge, "I'm starving! What are you two doing? Compare award racks?"

Han chuckled, "No. Luke has me solidly beat. Nope, just going through memories."

Lando gave a mock-glare. "Memories you say? Like when you stole the Falcon from me?"

"Stole it?" said Han, sounding indignant but his eyes were twinkling. "I won that game fair and square! You just didn't think I'd take your best ship after I won. That's the only reason you were mad."

Lando chuckled and said, "Yeah I know. Interested and putting her on the line again over a game?"

"Not on your life, Pal;" said Han. "There isn't a lot that means more to me than that ship."

"Leia does though;" said Luke. "I don't know if you guys know this but in order to win Dathomir, Han took an advance out on the Falcon. Luckily for everyone, he won not only the Falcon's worth in credits but also the planet and enough money to by his own personal fleet."

They all looked at him in surprise. "A bold move, sir;" said Ferroda.

Han shrugged self-consciously. "It was all worth it, even though Leia and her people won't be able to live there. Turns out they really didn't even need it - apparently ever since the year after the Battle of Yavin, refugees from Alderaan who contacted the Alliance but didn't want to be part of the fighting had been quietly transferred there."

The other men, accept Luke, looked surprised. "You mean that there has been an Alderaan remnant refuge and no one knew about it?" asked Wedge in surprise.

"Yup, that's right;" said Luke. "The only reason I know about it is because, as soon as Leia and Winter heard that it was the case, for some reason, they had to tell me. I don't know why, probably just because they were so excited. With the exception of Mon Mothma, General Rieeken and a very few others, no one knew."

"Anyhow;" said Han, waiving it aside, "that's where Leia and I are going on our honeymoon. We're going to stop and pay tribute at the Alderaan graveyard and then head out to New Alderaan for a couple weeks."

"Sounds like a great idea, old buddy." said Lando.

They were all quiet for awhile before Han clapped his hands and said, "Right, time to play a couple hands of sabacc to calm our nerves and then we have to get ready. Force help me, Luke if I get too nervous, you may need to Jedi mind trick me into doing this."

"Not possible, sir;" said Ferroda as Luke burst into laughter. "Those only work on people with weak minds and trust me, your convoluted and twisted psyche is anything but weak."

They all fell about laughing at Han's indignant protest. "Convoluted and twisted? What's that supposed to mean?"

It was all finally ready. Han stood tall in his spotless uniform, the perfect picture of a proper New Republic officer. He was retired of course but given his status as a former general, he had earned the right to wear it and Leia had wanted him to. The difference was that, as a Corellian, he had put the blood stripe down his black dress pants, as practically all Corellian rebels did. Wedge Antilles also had the blood stripe on his. The crowd inside the hall was not as large as Han had expected it would be. There were a few members of the Alderaan Remnant and a few of the High Council as well, though not everyone had been invited. Absolutely no members of the press had been allowed to attend. Both Leia and Han had been adamant about the guest list, despite the advice of numerous friends and colleagues.

Mon Mothma, President of the New Republic High Council, was officiating. She especially had strongly urged that they allow a few members of the press into the ceremony but Han and Leia would have none of it. They had compromised, stating that a holo-reel of the wedding would be released - as soon as the newly weds were well on their way to their honeymoon.

Mon Mothma stood in her spotless white robes and smiled at him. "You know, General Solo, we in High Command made a private bet after Endor as to whether this would happen;" she whispered conversationally.

Han lifted an eyebrow. "Seriously? Did you win the bet?"

"I did and so did General Maidine and General Rieeken. General Cracken and Admiral Drayson owe us an expensive dinner of our choosing now. General Jan Dodonna and a few others would as well but they, alas, didn't make it."

Han nodded before turning and proffering his hand to her. "Thank you for doing this, Mon Mothma."

She smiled warmly and shook his hand. "It is both an honor, a pleasure and a privilege, General Solo. Ah but here they come! Are you ready?"

Han turned towards the open doors and murmured, "As ready as I'll ever be."

His heart hammered in his chest as Luke and Winter strode down the isle, arm in arm as was customary. Next came Lando and Mara. Then Nisotsa and Wedge. After them came a very nervous Ferroda and Kirana Ti and lastly came an equally nervous Judder Page and Damaya. At the top of the isle, each separated and went to their side. Time seemed to slow down and drag on forever to Han. He shook hands with each of his groomsman as they arrived and hugged each of the bridesmaids, even though the Dathomir witches made him just a little nervous as well.

Luke murmured in his ear as Judder Page fell into his place at a military parade rest, "Get ready, buddy."

The farm boy was grinning in anticipation. More than likely, he had seen his sister already and knew exactly what Han was about to experience. Suddenly, an traditional Alderaanian wedding ballad began playing and at the end of the hall, escorted by General Carlist Rieeken came Leia Organa. She was dressed all in white in a beautiful white Alderaanian wedding dress. It had no sleeves and she wore gloves that went up to the middle of her upper arms.

Han was dumbstruck, his mouth hanging slightly open. In fact, after General Rieeken has led her to her place and kissed her brow, Leia had taken one of her hands from the cluster of flowers in her hands and gently closed it with a smile. Han swallowed and stood just a little straighter. When the music had finished, Mon Mothma lifted her hands. "Dear friends and honored guests, thank you for attending here today. We are so gathered to recognize and celebrate the coming together of these two remarkable beings - Han Solo of Corellia and Leia Organa of Alderaan. Both have become important and valuable beings in the New Republic and both have gone through many hard time and made many sacrifices and they both deserve all the happiness in the galaxy. Since neither of their parents are here, they have asked that General Carlist Rieeken stand in for Bail Organa, Leia's father and that General Crix Maidine stand in for Han's father."

The two men took their places across from one another, giving one another respectful nods. "At the request of the bride, we will have a moment of silent reflection in memory of those who paid the ultimate price and could not attend."

Han and Leia both bowed their heads, remembering many who had passed on whom they wished could have been there with them. Bail Organa, numerous pilots and soldiers who Han had worked with, dear friends from years gone by.

Finally, Mon Mothma said, "Now, let us proceed."

Leia turned and handed her bouquet to Winter behind her and took Han's large, callused hands. "Who here can speak for Han Solo?" asked Mon Mothma gravely.

Crix Madine lifted a hand. "I can, Madam President. Han Solo saved Leia Organa many years ago when she was a prisoner aboard the Death Star. Since then, he has shown a great deal of character and selflessness. In addition, he owns a ship and has the means to make a living to support her and has the skill and knowledge to protect her from danger."

Anyone who knew Leia Organa knew that she did not need protection or financial support of any kind. However, this was an altered version of an old-fashioned Alderaanian wedding ceremony. The usual ceremony was a great deal longer and required numerous witnesses and a display of documented evidence of what General Madine was stating.

Mon Mothma nodded and faced the crowd. "Do any here among our witnesses object to what has been stated?"

Of course, no one did. After an appropriate amount of time elapsed to give someone the chance, Mon Mothma said, "Who here can speak for Leia Organa?"

General Rieeken lifted her hand. "I can, Madam President. Leia Organa is one of the last of noble houses of Alderaan. She has great dignity, strength and vision that have proven her to be a wonderful and brilliant young woman - a woman her father would be extremely proud of."

General Rieeken's voice was getting hoarse as he struggled with his own emotions. Clearing his throat, he continued, "Being a Jedi Knight, Leia Organa brings her own skills and strength to their defense as well as her unique ability to keep Han Solo from making rather foolish mistakes."

That got a few snorts of laughter and helped raise the spirits from where they had sunk.

Mon Mothma once again looked over the assembled crowd. "Do any here among our witnesses object to what has been stated?" she asked again.

Again, no one spoke. "Very well. Let us proceed. Han Solo, what vows can you make to Leia Organa and her representative?"

Han cleared his throat a couple times before saying as clearly and concisely as he could. "I vow on my life that I will love and cherish Leia Organa for all the days of my life. I will do whatever I have to to ensure that she is protected, provided for and happy. And even though I know she's a Jedi, I will always, always make sure that she and our children are safe with everything in my power. I will always be honest with her and honor her and support her and place her before myself in everything that life and this crazy universe throws at us."

Han was blushing slightly but when he turned from Leia's bridesmaids and General Rieeken, her representatives, and looked into her beaming, smiling face, all self-consciousness went away. From that moment on, it was Han's mission to make sure that she smiled like that as often as he possibly could.

"Princess Leia Organa's representatives, do you accept these vows?" asked Mon Mothma.

They all nodded and murmured their acceptance. Keeping with Alderaanian tradition, Mon Mothma turned to Leia's brother Luke, who stood directly behind Han and asked, "General Skywalker, as her brother and single remaining relative, do you accept Han Solo's vows?"

Luke nodded solemnly. "I do accept them."

"Most importantly, do you accept them, Leia Organa?"

Leia's eyes were shining with pure, unadulterated joy as she said, "I do accept them."

"Very well;" said Mon Mothma with a smile. "Leia Organa, what vows can you make to Han Solo and his representatives?"

"I vow, from this day forth, to love and cherish Han Solo. I will do everything in my power to ensure that he is safe and that he never gets into more trouble than he can handle. I will make it my personal goal to make his life as happy as I can. Lastly, I promise to be honest with him and to always show him respect, even when he is driving me up a bulkhead. Lastly, I promise to put him before myself in everything, no matter what may come to pass."

The similarity between the two sets of vows wasn't lost on any of the guests any more than the differences were. To those of Alderaanian decent, it was considered a promising sign.

Again, Mon Mothma asked, "Han Solo's representatives, do you accept these vows?"

It was followed by a chorus of strong and firm "We do."

"Most importantly, do you accept them, Han Solo?"

"I do."

Mon Mothma smiled warmly. "Very well. Bring out the rings please."

Han turned and received the gold ring with a crystal he had found at the Graveyard of Alderaan and had sent to a jeweler to turn into Leia's wedding ring. It was clear as glass and faceted to perfection by the craftsmen and Han had promised to recommend him at every chance he got. "Great choice;" murmured Luke.

From Winter, Leia took a solid electrum with the date engraved on the inside.

When they were facing one another again, Mon Mothma folded her hands in front of her and said, "Since time immemorial, rings have been the simple of love and marriage in countless species. Where it came from and who started it, no one is sure of anymore but they all have the same meaning. The rings are of pure and treasured material such as gold, silver, electrum or other even of solid precious stone and crystal to symbolize that this promise, this covenant is precious and treasured by those who join in it. The shape represents an unbroken circle to show that nothing with break your love for your spouse."

When she had finished, Han took Leia's hand and said, "With this ring, I wed you, Leia Organa. I eagerly look forward to our life together."

He slid the gloves off of her hands and put the ring on her finger.

Immediately after, Leia took Han's hand. "With this ring, I wed you, Han Solo and no adventure ahead of us will be too much since we will face it side by side."

She slid the band onto his large finger.

Lifting her arms, Mon Mothma said, "Let all those who are here bare witness to the oaths made, the rings exchanged and the new life begun where two will become one. Let nothing and no one come between these two beings. Han Solo;" and she turned to Han, a grin so broad on her normally sober face that it must have been painful, "you may kiss..."

But Leia didn't even allow her to finish before she grabbed Han by the lapels of his uniform and yanked him down to her, kissing him soundly and nearly pulling them both off balance and to the ground. It was only Luke and Winter who managed to keep them on their feet, laughing happily as they did.

After several cleared throats, the newly wed couple separated.

"It is an honor and a privilege to announce, for the first time, Mister and Missus Han and Leia Organa Solo."

Cheers erupted as, arm in arm, the newly weds walked down the isle and out the doors to the hall beyond. After them, one by one, followed the bridal party and, once they were also out, ushers came in and released the guests by rows and they all headed towards a large reception hall. Tables had been laid out in tiers, arena style, all looking down towards a large open dance floor. On one side of it was the head table with the bridal party and on the other, a band playing music.

Luke and Mara looked across the table at one another and smiled. This will be us soon, Mara said over their force bond.

Yes it will but in the mean time, I am so happy for those two.

Me too. It sure took them long enough.

Han and Leia's hands were clasped under the table as they waited for all the guests to file in, murmuring to one another and pointing out those who they new in the seats. Finally, when everyone was seated, serving droids came in with laden dishes and, in perfect coordination, flew the food to their intended recipients without incident. A loud voice said over an intercom. "Welcome, all guests. Please enjoy your food. The bride and groom will come by and greet each of you throughout the evening. In the mean time, Winter Retrac, the Maid of Honor would like to propose a toast."

Winter stood and brushed his shimmering white hair into place before clearing her throat and picking up a hand microphone. "Thank you all for coming, friends of family of Han and Leia Organa Solo. I am Winter Retrac, as the majority of you know, and I am technically Princess Leia's adopted sister. Bail Organa adopted us both and took us both into his home where he raised us as his own daughters. From an early age, Leia knew what she wanted in life. She wanted to bring justice, liberty and peace to those who suffered, especially under the Empire's crushing fist. She despised the court of the Emperor and, if I remember correctly, dropped a water balloon and Grand Moff Tarkin's head once when he was visiting;" laughter filled the room and Leia ducked her head, blushing in embarrassment but laughing all the same.

"Growing up with her, I quickly grew to admire her courage, even when facing Darth Vader and the Emperor himself. Leia has always placed those with her before her own safety and her own needs. That is how I know that Han Solo is in very good hands. And Captain Solo;" she looked at Han. "I had better be correct about the hands she is now in. I still have contacts in NRI who would have no qualms about making you disappear."

Stunned silence fell, followed by a peal of laughter from Leia. Han's face was somewhere between shocked and slightly affronted at the insinuation and the threat. Winter lifted her glass and said, "Raise your glasses in toast to these two wonderful beings. May their days be filled with joy through everything the galaxy throws at them."

The sound of many glasses clinking echoed through the arena-like hall. Winter went over and handed the microphone to Luke before taking her seat. Luke stood up with a broad grin. "What can I say about Han Solo?" he said and noted, with glee, that both Han and Leia were eyeing him suspiciously.

Across there own special bond in the force, Leia warned her brother, Be careful, Luke. If you say something that I regret, I'll be sure that you regret it too.

Trust me, Luke replied before he began.

"I met Han Solo on my home planet of Tatooine. After a devastating loss of my home and family, I was looking to get away. My first impression of him was a swaggering, swindling pirate with a rickety old freighter and a hairy, mountainous walking carpet of a Wookiee copilot."

Han gave him a hurt look as Leia covered her mouth to keep from laughing loudly. "But ever since that day, Han has continued to surprise me. He saved me and the Alliance at Yavin. He stuck around and constantly came to help us over and over again and got Leia out from Echo Base after it fell. I didn't understand how much Leia cared about him until he had been taken by Boba Fett. We searched everywhere and came into contact with people of all sorts from Imperials to Black Sun vigos and criminals to a human replica droid until we found him on Tatooine. Once again, Han surprised me as, even though he was blinded by hibernation sickness, he helped us fight off Jabba's guards. Then, he goes and becomes a General in the Rebel Alliance!"

Luke shook his head in mock bewilderment before growing serious. "That's when I really came to the conclusion that Han Solo and Leia Organa were meant for each other. Again and again, they confirmed my conclusion until we finally sit here today on this most important day. So, I invite all of you to raise your glasses to them again. Han, old buddy, take care of her like you always have and Leia, do the same for him."

Leia and Han both stood and hugged him tightly before all three of them sat down. The voice over the intercom said, "Ladies and gentlebeings, please enjoy the rest of your meals."

They all ate as the band played. Leia looked up and looked all around them. Their Jedi friends were spread out with their families or, if they didn't have any, with other groups. Keyan Farlander sat with Wade Vox, Mesa Lorilli, Kondor of the Hapes Cluster and Ru Murleen. Rahm Kota sat with Galen and his family and was clearly keeping the children entertained. Kanan Jarrus sat with his wife Hera and with Ezra Bridger and Sabine Wren. Their Lasot friend Garazeb Orrellios was off planet on an emergency mission to his devastated people's new world.

The members of Rogue Squadron other than Wedge were all at one table as well, joking and drinking. All of her friends and family were there, some new and some old. Luke leaned over and said, "I hope you don't mind."

"Don't mind what?" she asked.

Han answered for him. "What's about to happen."

Suddenly, all around, holo-images appeared of friends lost. Cariaga Sin, a former Dark Jedi who had reformed and whom Leia had become close to was there, as was the Zabrak Jedi apprentice Maris Brood, another friend of Leia's. Jan Dodonna smiled down at her. Figure after figure of loved and lost friend who could not be there appeared, finishing with Bail and Breha Organa. Leia covered her mouth and tears filled her eyes. "We know that they can't be here physically but wherever they are, I know they're watching and smiling, just like that;" said Han quietly.

Leia turned and kissed him passionately. "Thank you for this."

The images faded after a while, one at a time as they had been activated. "Ladies and gentlebeings, the dance floor will soon be opening but first, I would like to invite Princess Leia Organa Solo and General Han Solo down for their first dance. The music will be played by the band but, at the request of the bride, it will be sung by her future sister-in-law, Mara Jade."

Quickly, the three of them made their way down to the floor. Mara took her place next to the band and accepted an offered microphone. "This one is for the bride and groom and there wonderful story which I am fortunate enough to be a part of."

The music began to play and Mara gently began to sway to the rhythm. Held close to one another, Han and Leia began to dance, losing themselves completely in one another and in the music.

It was a softer song with a slower rhythm and Mara's smokey, sultry voice complimented it perfectly as they danced together. When the final notes died, it took them a moment to realize that the song was over. Over the intercom, the voice said, "The bride and groom would be pleased if you would join them on the dance floor."

Many individuals descended to the dance floor. Luke immediately, and without even a little of his usual hesitation when it came to dancing, went to Mara and offered her his hand with a bow.

For an hour, they all danced but then, Leia and Han had to greet all of their guests who hadn't met them and congratulated and embraced them on the dance floor. One row at a time, they went up through the tables. Between two of them, Han grumbled, "When do you think it would be appropriate to get outta here, Princess?"

Leia was every bit as eager as he was. "Patience, Han. We'll be able to leave soon. As soon as we're done talking to everyone, I'll see about moving the timetable up to us departing. Is the Falcon ready?"

"It will be by the time we get there. I have a couple techs getting her prepped. You'll also be happy to know that, as of right now, there is not a single maintenance issue on the Falcon. She should be working at peek efficiency."

"I'll believe it when I see it;" Leia said with a chuckle before greeting the Rogues, who all snapped to attention, saluted and shook hands with them and hugged them both. Tycho's eyes were slightly red-rimmed and he whispered, "It's good to see you happy, Princess. We of Alderaan need to see things like this. It helps the healing."

Leia kissed his cheek and said, "It sure does, Tycho. I'm glad to hear it. Now, when you and Winter finally tie the knot, it will be a double dose of that healing."

Tycho smiled and blushed self-consciously before roughly bear-hugging Han and congratulating him.

When they had spoken to the last guest, Rahm Kota who was still watching and entertaining the Marek children, Leia went to the coordinator. "What else is on the docket for today?" she asked casually.

The man grinned and said, "Eager to get out of here? Just the cutting of the cake, last dance and the bouquet toss. In fact, I was just about to have you cut the cake. We can cut the cake, give the guests a short period to enjoy some cake and then move right into the last dance."

"Excellent!" said Leia, grabbing Han's arm and hauling him towards where the cake would be.

"Ladies and gentlebeings, the bride and groom will now be cutting the cake. Please gather around."

They all did, watching intently. As Leia watched, she noticed credit chips changing hands of several of the beings in the crowd, including, to he astonishment, Luke and Tycho. "What are they up to?" murmured Leia to herself.

Han heard her and noticed. "Huh. They're taking bets as to whether I'm going to shove the piece in your face;" he said with a shrug as he grabbed the knife. "Ready?"

Carefully, they sliced the cake and she asked, "Are you going to?"

"Not while you're in that dress, I'm not!" he chuckled.

"I'm glad to hear that;" said Leia as he carefully took the piece and moved it to her lips.

Feeling just a little mischievous, Leia took it and sucked on one of his fingers a little. Han suppressed a groan, hiding it in clearing his throat. Both of them had gone several long months without any sort of relief while planning their wedding and it was borderline painful for both of them at the moment. Then Leia took her piece. It was a little larger than the piece he had cut for her and, with a wicked smile, she shoved most of it into his mouth but managed to get a good amount of it on his chin and his upper lip and nose. Everyone around laughed with delight as Han grabbed a napkin and wiped his face, giving Leia a look. "You'll get it later for that, Princess."

"I certainly hope so;" she purred before kissing him again.

The cake was cut and served. It was delicious, of course, and many wondered if seconds would be a possibility. After everyone had enjoyed a piece, the coordinator said over the intercom, "At this time, the newly weds will have their last dance together."

The music began and, once again, Mara was called to the floor to sing. She didn't mind. In truth, she loved singing, especially for friends and family and she considered this her privilege. Again, she sang of love and of a new life beginning and of sharing adventures and good times and bad times. When the last note faded, Han and Leia were still, kissing on the dance floor. It took Luke and Winter ushering them apart for the bouquet toss. "Now ladies;" Leia admonished, "no using the force."

The tall Dathomir witches watched from the side. The whole wedding had been foreign to them. They had no such ceremonies on Dathomir. As they watched, every women who was not married or betrothed to be married, gathered together. Leia grinned, turned her back to them and flung the flowers backward over her head. It fell almost neatly into the hand of Mesa Lorilli who smiled stunningly and looked quickly around for Wade. The young Jedi Knight nearly choked on his drink when he saw it, causing all of his friends to laugh uproariously.

Finally, the announcer said, "Ladies and gentlebeings, go out to the landing pad and line up. Please be sure not to fall over the edge as most of the Jedi are most likely too inebriated to catch you."

More laughter followed as they all crowded out. Luke and Winter grabbed Han and Leia. They embraced and Luke said, "May the force be with you both. Give us a call if you need anything."

"Thank's buddy;" said Han. "You and everyone else really made this special for us."

Winter was grinning mischievously. "I believe, Captain Solo, you will find a number of surprises waiting for you aboard the Falcon. You too, Princess. Do take care. As the General said, call us if you need anything."

They went to the blast doors and exited, leaving Han and Leia alone. "Are you ready for this, Sweetheart?" asked Han, offering his arm. "Our life changes for ever once we step out those doors."

"I can't wait;" said Leia as she took his arm. "I love you, Han Solo."

Han gave the lopsided grin that caused her stomach to flutter and her core to heat up. "I know."

Leia was about to kiss him silly when the doors opened up and they headed out. Flower pedals and cheers rained down on them from both sides as they headed towards the airspeeder that was docked at the end of the platform. Aside from the numerous guests, Coruscant Security Officers in their dress uniforms had lined up and either side with them. Han assisted Leia into the airspeeder before hurrying around and dropping into the pilots seat. With anxious speed and practiced ease, he powered up the speeder and tore out of their, waving with one hand as he did.

As soon as they got to the Palace hanger, they hurried up the ramp of the Falcon. "Let's get outta here;" muttered Han.

He wanted to be well on their way as soon as possible. Leia smiled and said, "Hurry up, flyboy. There are things I'd like to do."

Han ran through the corridor to the cockpit. The take off clearance had already been issued by Coruscant air control and the ship had already been put through preflight and everything was green. Eagerly, he plopped down and took off, taking the Falcon out of the hanger, out of atmosphere and out of the planets mass shadow. He had already programmed the first stop of their honeymoon - the Graveyard of Alderaan where they would perform a Returning. As soon as the navcomputer gave the okay, they were off. Han set the hyperspace alarm and headed back towards the cabins. Their Leia waited for him, sitting with a white robe on and brushing her long, chocolate colored hair. "Get changed, Dear;" Leia said with a smile. "That thing must be getting uncomfortable."

Han went over and kissed her long and sweet before he went to the closet and found one of his preferred outfits - off-white shirt, blue pants with blood stripe, black knee high leather boots, pocketed black vest and possibly the black jacket he sometimes wore.

As he carefully got undressed and hung up his uniform, a pair of hands grabbed his shoulders, spun him around and shoved him against the wall. Just like that, Leia Organa Solo, his beloved wife, was in his arms.

Warning: Mature content begins here!

Leia's tongue was getting reacquainted with Han's as she moaned wantonly. It had been so long. Beneath the white robe she had been wearing, Leia was completely naked. As she kissed him, she let it drop to the floor. At the same time, she pushed his undergarment down his legs and lifted a leg around his waist, trying to find a way to get his partially erect manhood inside of her. Understanding what she wanted, Han picked her smaller frame up, spun her around and gave them both exactly what she had been looking for. As his shaft pressed between the folds of her womanhood, Leia cried out with part pleasure and part pain. It had been so long that she was unused to his size be she didn't care. Using her legs, wrapped firmly around his waist, she began to raise and lower herself on him.

Han had no idea what to do other than use his hands to urge her along and to keep kissing her. The angle must have been really good for her and was definitely good for him because it was just a couple minutes before Leia separated and screamed out in climax. Han wasn't fare behind her as he kept hammering into her. Gasping, he carried her over to the bed and carefully laying them both down. "Well;" he said, still breathing heavily, "now that we got that out of the way, do you need anything, Sweetheart?"

"More." she said. "I need more of my husband."

Han was sure enough game for that. Only this time, he wanted to do it right. Carefully, he extricated himself and laid her down on her back. "Fine by me, Princess."

He bent down and, just before touching her lips with his, darted to the side and found the vain along her neck, kissing, nipping and sucking at it. Leia moaned and simply relished in his touch and ministrations. She'd had a couple lovers in her life but none of them were like Han Solo. Her husband had always been very good at finding the right places to touch and the right ways to do so.

As she ran her fingers into his hair, he kissed his way down to her collarbones and nibbled at them for a moment, drawing out more ragged gasps from her. Leia could feel herself opening up for him, wanting nothing more than to engulf him once again. But she knew Han. He was going to draw out her pleasure for as long as he could before driving into her and giving her yet another powerful orgasm.

Han kissed his way along her shoulders and arms before kissing the tip of each of her fingers. Tenderly, he worked his way back to her torso, kissing across her upper chest and then down to her breasts. Leia moaned and bit her lip in pleasure. Han always spent extra time on them, suckling at the nipples and leaving red marks on the sides and underneath. His clever fingers always caressed and squeezed with just he right amount of pressure and Leia's legs rubbed together as she cried out, wanting his thickness between her legs.

Slowly, he moved downward, kissing her flat stomach and naval, a place where he new she was very tickling. Leia didn't mind though. A little light tickling was very pleasant to her mind. As his hands suddenly firmly took her thighs and moved her legs apart, making room for himself. "Han, if you do that, I'm going to lose it before we can get to the good part."

Han's laughed huskily. "Sweetheart, when it's with me, it's all the good part. Relax and enjoy."

He kissed her hip bones and her smooth, molded thighs all the way down to her shapely calves and all the way back up to the apex of her thighs again. "Hold on tight, Sweetheart;" he rumbled and dove in.

Leia's back arched and she gave a throaty moan as Han thrust his tongue against her most sensitive part. To add to her pleasure, he slid two of his clever fingers into her womanhood and began to caress the sweet spot in there.

The universe around her exploded into wave after wave after wave of sublime ecstasy. She wasn't sure how long Han worked her over or how many times he drove her over the edge but when he finally stopped, Leia was on the verge of unconsciousness from sensory overload. She barely registered his satisfied chuckle. "Will that tied you over a little, Princess?"

"Huh?" she said dazedly.

Han laughed and went over to the fresher. After a little clean up, he lay next to her and pulled a thick nerf-wool blanket over them. They had a few hours and he was exhausted.

Some time later, Han wasn't sure how long, he woke to feel an absolutely wonderful sensation. Something warm and wet was firmly working over his manhood. Groaning, he blinked his eyes open and looked down to see the nerf blanket covering something down in his groin region. When he lifted the blanket, the erotic sight of his wife, her chocolate colored hair a mess and still naked working his shaft up and down with her mouth and tongue was almost enough to make him lose it right there. But he managed to keep form doing so and groaned again. "Where in space did you learn to do that?"

Leia pulled off him with a pop. "Would you believe me if I told you that I had Mara give me a lesson using a toy?"

Han's eyes suddenly went too large for his head. "What?"

Leia winked and went back down on him with a hum of pleasure. One of her hands reached down and caressed his throbbing testicles as well. Han knew that he wasn't going to last another minute at the rate she was going. When the climax came, it cause Han's eyes to roll back and he gave a strangled sound. Pleasure. All that his mind registered was extreme pleasure, pleasure to the point where it almost hurt. "Wow..." he muttered.

Leia crawled on top of him and began to stroke his softening member. "Oh no you don't. We aren't done yet;" she said with a devilish smile. "You still owe me for before I passed out."

When he was hard again, she put him between her lower lips and slid down with a moan. "That's what need."

Slowly, she began to raise and lower her hips, working him with her body. Suddenly, Han sat up and kissed her again. Leia moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss before pulling away. "Lie back now, Dear. It's my turn to work."

At a tremendous pace, she began to ride him fast and hard. Leia's mouth hung open and gasping moans came out with every breath. Her head was thrown back and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Han's large hands gripped her ass and began to add his strength to her momentum. With every time she dropped on him, he thrust up to meet her. Suddenly, he rolled her over, grabbed her hips and pounded into her with everything he had. Again, Leia lay there and allowed him to take her fast and hard. This time, they both came together and it left both of them limp as boned animals, gasping and twitching. Leia was mewling as if her body was still wracked with pleasure. "Oh my stars;" she moaned.

Han nodded and checked his chrono. "On that note;" he said in gasps, "we still have about four hours before we reach our destination. After all of that, I'm going to need a reset."

Leia just nodded and said, "Uh-huh."

Han smiled and kissed her brow and pulled the blanket back over them.

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The alarm woke them both. "Where are we?" asked Leia with a yawn.

Han was grinning like a kid who wanted to show his parents something he had done. "Get dressed in something comfortable, Sweetheart. Then come and meet me by the starboard smuggling compartments. I'll have something to show you."

He was already almost completely dressed, stomping his boots on and running down the corridor while still shrugging his vest on. Leia watched him go with a frown but then shrugged. Whatever had him excited was probably going to be something really sweet if kind of corny. As she dressed, she felt the ship slow and, reaching out with the force, felt Han's excitement mingled with a great deal of anxiety. That made her nervous. As she threw a cream-colored mantel over her red jumpsuit, she hurried to the starboard smugglers compartments. Han was standing there, rubbing his hands together. Leia smiled and kissed him before asking, "So what's the big deal?"

Han smiled and crouched down, moving aside the compartment lids. Inside were a pair of canisters a meter long and perhaps a third a meter in diameter. Immediately, Leia knew what was going on. "Are we-"

She didn't even finish her question, hurrying to the cockpit. Outside the forward viewport were the ruins of her homeworld. Leia covered her mouth as tears began to run down her face. This was beyond really sweet and not at all corny. If she thought that Han loved her before, she knew beyond the shadow of even the most obscure doubt that he did. "Are you alright, Hon?"

Leia turned and smiled through her tears. Unable to speak, she wrapped her arms around him and cried for a few minutes. Finally, she mastered her tears and said, "Yes. Thank you, Han. Thank you so much. But why two canisters and what are in them?"

Han smiled and opened up one of them. "This is yours. Take a look."

Inside were a pair of old-fashioned pictures of Leia and Winter from a year or so back. There was another with Luke just before the battle of Endor wearing his farm boy grin and the camouflage poncho. Beside him was Mara with her long camouflage duster. They both looked eager and ready. Another showed Han and Chewie. It looked like they were working on the Falcon and Han did not look happy. Aside from the photographs, there was a container of candied nuts and a package of three rashallo cigarras. They had both been favorites, the cigarras of Bail Organa and the nuts of of Breha Organa. Aside from that were a wedding invitation for Han and Leia as well as one for Luke and Mara's wedding. Again, Leia was in tears and Han shushed her, tears of his own rolling down his face. He wholly understood how much this meant to her and, by the living force, she loved him all the more for it. "Okay;" said Leia, after regaining control of herself again, "what's in yours."

"Um..." Han said, suddenly seeming really self-conscious. "Just, you know, a letter to Viceroy Organa and the Queen. I also heard he was partial to some kinds of Chandrillan and Naboo brandies so I put a couple of flasks in there. Other than that, I have a letter of recommendation from General Rieeken. I mean, I know that sounds ridiculous-"

"No, Han, that sound perfect. Can I read yours?"

Han nodded and handed it to her.

Dear Viceroy Bail Organa and Queen Breha Organa,

My name is Han Solo and I know that in the high court of Alderaan, it's customary to come to the father to ask permission to marry the daughter. I apologize that I'm a little out of order but I still thinks it's important so here it is. I love your daughter more than anything or anyone. She means more to me than anything or anyone. I'll lay down everything I have up to and including my life for her. Now I know that I have a very checkered past but if you need vouchers for my character, included is a letter from an old friend of yours, Carlist Rieeken.

The way Leia talks about you, you are an amazing man of strong convictions and character. I would have loved to talk with you over a cigarra and some Chandrilan brandy. As it is, we won't be able to. Just know that all that I have, I give to your daughter and for your daughter. If you need any more evidence, get in contact with Luke Skywalker, the son of your friend Anakin Skywalker. He'll tell you. Oh, and he's also the son of Padme Amidala. I'm pretty sure you knew her too. Anyhow, most importantly, he's Leia's brother.

With all due respect,

Han Solo, former General in the Rebel Alliance and New Republic Military.

Leia was smiling through her tears again as she put the letter back in and sealed the canister. "He would have loved you;" she murmured as she hugged him again.

Han looked almost tentative. "Do you really think so?"

"I do;" she promised. "Come on. Let's send these out. Where are we after that?"

Han scratched the back of his head as they headed towards one of the ship's airlocks. "I was thinking New Alderaan. I know there isn't a lot there but, well, you know."

Leia yanked Han into another kiss and said, "You're incredible."

Han chuckled. "I love you."

"I know."