Han and Leia

There was a time when I would rile you up just for the sake of saying I could. Now, however, I do it just to get you to kiss me.

Who would have ever thought that a little princess like you could have such a firebrand of a kiss? But you do. Your kiss could melt ice. It sure melted my heart when we finally admitted our love for each other.

I don't think you quite realize the power your sweet kisses have over me, Your Worshipfulness.

You weren't the first woman I had ever kissed. No: I'd had women at my side before, and I knew passion before you.

But with you it was different. There was... something about you that I had never experienced before. What it was I couldn't say at the time, but looking back... I think it was your mixed charm and vinegar.

Some may look at me oddly for that comparison, but you have a way about you that I love. You're a durasteel wall when you need to be, and yet when you are with me... you have a charm and a certain kind of innocence that I find utterly adorable.

You were both aggravating and alluring when we first met... and I worked so hard to deny my near-instant attraction to you as a result. Now I look back and wish I could have come around sooner, had more time with you as my best friend and lover.

No one would believe you had a vulnerable streak— except your brother— but you do. And your vulnerability is something that only I get to see, and in return I let you see my inner self, the not-so-secure man I hide underneath the tough smuggler exterior.

Leia, I would do anything for you: I would give up the Falcon for you if I had to, I love you so much. It would hurt like hell to give up the bird... but not nearly as much as losing you would wound me.

A ship can be replaced, my beautiful princess— my loving wife— cannot.

And your kisses... oh, Leia... words cannot describe just how your kisses make me feel. Especially in the early hours of morning, when we make time for just you and me... and have no barriers or limitations.

I still can't believe sometimes that you chose me. Of all the eligible bachelors out there, the fine-dressed men who were more right for royalty, you chose me. Me... a mere smuggler.

And who would have thought it? The Princess and the smuggler. But I wouldn't have it any other way. I live for you now; I weather every day in the hopes of having your lips touch mine again when you come home from work.

Your soft, full lips that taste better than the rarest of wines...

And just when I thought our life together couldn't get any better, you gave me the most wonderful news a husband could get. You told me I was going to be a father.

I hadn't ever thought of children before marrying you, and I will admit that for a split second I was terrified of the prospect. I mean, could you see me as a father?

But then I shrugged off all doubts and took you buy the hand once more, and caressed your lips with mine. We created life... and to think it all began with a kiss.

Your kiss.

And oh your kisses... they are the most wonderful thing in the galaxy... with the exception of the woman behind them.

I love you Leia, I always will. Thank you for being my wife... for loving the rugged smuggler.

And thank you for your kisses.