Hey guys. So yeah it's been a while, don't shoot me! I'm going to try to be more regular with updates. There have been a lot of life things to deal with but I'll be a lot more active over the summer. Hope this chapter comes out ok. Please let me know if you enjoy it. Thank you for reading! - Ali

7. Soft

Leia sighed and her eyes bore into the dark ceiling. Beside her Sadie was curled up, fast asleep. Her beautiful golden hair spread around her like a halo. She had insisted on Leia sharing the bed with her in spite of her protests. Luckily Han and the boys were camping in the backyard so she didn't have to deal with his snoring… or arrogant laughter… or his handsome relaxed face in the dim light and bare chest on display…

God gods woman pull yourself together…

It was thoughts like this that were keeping her awake and alert at 3am. In the bedroom of a girl who was almost too good to be real whilst Leia daydreamed about said girls boyfriend.

Leia really wasn't doing well on the moral compass at the moment. There was just something about that boy that got her blood boiling and her heart racing. He made her forget she was an independent person who didn't rely on relationships and romance to complete her. Gods she should've asked Luke to come with her as a distraction.

Deciding it wasn't worth trying to sleep any longer, Leia quietly pulled the covers back and climbed off Sadie's queen sized bed with ease, tiptoeing around her sleeping friends and out the bedroom. She was just going to grab a glass of water from the kitchen and sit for a while as she sipped it and maybe that would clear her mind. But once she stepped into the kitchen she stopped still. Han was sitting at the table, in the dark, with a bowl of chips and dip, but instead of eating he was gazing out the window quietly. Leia didn't immediately announce her presence instead taking her time to take in his face. She had rarely seen Han Solo when he was alone, or at least not when he was acting the role of a confident, snarky, troublemaker. This Han Solo was soft somehow in a way Leia wouldn't have expected. He was calm, in deep contemplation, no lines on his face or any sign of stress. This Han was younger, still handsome but in a sweeter way, seeming every bit the nice boy Leia's mother had once described that she wanted for her daughter. If Leia was attracted to Han Solo the bad boy, she was downright fascinated by Han Softie and as she watched him she became increasingly curious about what he was thinking of. Loathe to break the spell, but sensing Han would notice her standing there eventually, Leia cleared her throat.

His eyes met her immediatly and he was not startled though his eyes widened as he took in Leia's appearance. She looked down at herself and couldn't help but smirk. Sadie was a skinny girl but a lot taller than Leia so the T-Shirt she'd leant her almost reached her knees. Despite this, Leia wasn't prone to showing her skin and she supposed this was the closest thing to sexy she had ever looked. Additionally she had let her ridiculously long hair free of its usual bun and it hung just below the hem. Luke had once called Leia's hair fairylike and she supposed that was a good feature to have, Han certainly seemed captivated by it and Leia flushed, grateful for the lack of light to highlight this. Han seemed to notice he was staring and tried for a smile, clearing his throat.

"You a insomniac too?" He asked in a low voice that sent a chill through her body.

"I do all my best thinking at night." Leia replied by way of explanation and she moved to sit by him. Han seemed to accept this, nodding.

"Chewie's a quiet guy but he sure can snore." Han continued with a chuckle and Leia grinned at the image.

"Well you'll be happy to know your girlfriend sleeps very quietly." Leia's voice trailed off slightly. She had meant to keep up the light mood but she was suddenly struck by the image of Han and Sadie in bed together. His arms around her small waist, her head pressed against his chest. The thought was like an arrow to her heart. She kept her eyes on her bare feet as she continued.

"I mean…you're probably aware of course."

Han was silent a while before he gave Leia the warmest smile she'd ever seen from him. "I wouldn't know sweetheart. We're not quite at that stage."

Leia stilled. His voice. His words. His unusually sweet face. It was overwhelming.

"Why not?" She heard herself ask, as Han seemed to move in closer.

"Not sure we're right together." Leia could feel his breath on her face as he spoke.

Leia's breath hitched, unsure what to do but leaning closer. Her heart stopped as her nose brushed his. Her eyes flickered to his full, beautiful mouth and then to his eyes. She was surprised to find them gentle and affectionate.

She didn't mean to do it, not consciously. This was Sadie's house! It was the middle of the night! This was Han Solo! Bad news. But she couldn't resist him, not any longer.

She trembled as she pressed her lips to his, heart setting on fire as he returned it enthusiastically. Han groaned when she opened her mouth, lacing his fingers through her dark hair as they both gave in to what they'd resisted ever since they'd met.

And they stayed like that, helpless and desperate and together unaware of the pair of eyes watching them from a tent outside.