Leia smiled a little as Solo told a joke that he had heard at Jabba's palace. As a child, her father would tell her jokes so this made her smile.
"So. Your Worship." He said. Leia looked at him, "Yes, Han?" She asked. "The way you treat me. You give me cold and short answers usually. What have I done?" Leia sighed. She grabbed his hand and pulled him into a small room. "Han, you haven't done anything, per say..." She said after she shut the door.
Han was confused. "I think you hate me." He said jokingly. Leia walked towards the corner of the room where Solo stood. "Look, Solo, I do have feelings for you. I'm just not sure if they are positive or negative yet." Han smirked as he watched Leia. Her discomfort was obvious. "I tear ya up, don't I, Sweetheart?"
Leia took a deep breath as Han leaned closer. "You can't think straight around me." He whispered in her ear. Leia stepped back nervously. "I don't know what you're talking about." He grinned. "Yeah, you do. You always get nervous around me." Han's hand was in her hair. Leia couldn't think, she couldn't feel, she couldn't breathe. Solo was right. He DID tear her up.
Leia looked up slowly at Han. "Han..." she said as she watched him. Oh, why had she been so foolish? She was in a room. Alone. With him. He could do so many different things to her in this small sound proof room. "But don't you want him to do those things to you, Leia?" The voice in her head asked.
His hand moved to her cheek. He was barely touching her now. His fingertips were barely touching her.
Han had felt Leia tense up the whole time but suddenly, she tensed up in fear. "Han...Please stop." She said. He was taken aback. "What?" "Please stop touching me..." she said. He removed his hands and then he saw them: she had tears in her eyes. He moved to grab her hand but she ran out the door, sobbing into her hands.