I opened my eyes and darkness flooded them.

On the inside, I groaned in disgust.

It's not morning yet?? I turned my head to look at the crooked clock mounted on the wall when my head hit something soft and warm. I smiled and cuddled into the sheets. They were cool yet warm and refreshing against my stiff and tense body.

What am I lying on anyways?

I sat up and realized I was lying on an arm.

An arm of Han Solo's.

I almost screamed.

I had to resist the urge to do so.

A million questions raced through my mind at the exact same time, causing me to feel dizzy and overwhelmed.

How did I get here?

How did I fall asleep in his arms?

Why am I here???

I put the palm of my hand to my forehead and sighed. I glanced down at Han's sleeping form and the confused look on my face faded to a happy, pleasant one. He looked so kind and gentle, just lying there in the sheets of his bed.

His bed.

His room.

'Go back to your own room, Leia!' Little voices in my head screamed out.

Han let out a groan and then turned his body so that he was facing me. I watched his muscular arms attempt to wrap around something. His fingers were clenching in his hand, and his face became scrunched up. I placed my hand in Han's surprisingly soft one, and he smiled as he loosely, yet firmly held my hand in his.

I glanced at the clock and then regretted it.

500h.

I had only slept 2 hours. I decided to forget about the clock, and I turned back to Han. A couple strands of his beautiful brown hair fell into his face, and I pushed them away so that they were behind his ear. With shaky hands, I examined his face. I ran my lone finger lightly over the top of his eyelids and then ran the back of my palm over his cheek. It was soft yet hard from the small stubble he was growing. I ran my finger over his chin and over a scar that was there.

How did he get a scar?

I made sure he was asleep again and then gave his scar a light peck. He stirred as he again attempted to wrap his arms around something. Not wanting him to awake, I laid back down in bed and pulled the covers up and over my body, pulling them close to my neck.

"Leia." Han almost murmured. I turned my head to answer him, but by the sound of his voice and the look on his face, I realized he was asleep. "We shouldn't be doing….this…" He murmured, his voice getting softer as his sentence droned out.

He's dreaming of me.

Me.

My face turned up in a small smile as I settled into his arms, but I was fully awakened when I felt Han's chest move as he slammed himself onto his back and then turning back and repeating. "NO! NO! NO! Don't!" He said, and I sat up in bed. What was I supposed to do??

Am I supposed to get Chewie?

"Han…Han wake up. Han." I said, shaking his shoulder. "HAN!" I said, and his eyes bolted open. Time felt suspended as I stared into his eyes. I almost ran out of the room. They were filled with so much emotion, it scared me. I had never really noticed it, but the pain and love I saw in his eyes was shining bright.

"Leia!" He practically screamed, his voice sounded relived. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me against his body. My chest rammed into his, and I silently wrapped my arms around his back. I rested my head against his chest, and listened to the soft beat of his heart. It…relaxed me. I smiled and smelled his scent. He smelled of shampoo, conditioner, soap, and cologne. There was no ship grease this time, and I silently cheered.

He finally let go of me and stared into my eyes. "Han…I…I…."

"What?" He asked, and I lost my train of thought. His voice sounded so…so…so sincere and…sweet. There must be something wrong. This isn't like him.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

"Han, please."

"I'm just tired, that's all. Now let's go to sleep, Princess."

"I think I should go back to my own bed." I said. I got to get back to my own room before I start feeling things that I'm not supposed to. I pulled the covers off of my body, exposing the pair of fighter pants I was wearing and then silently got up.

I'm wearing Han's pants.

I'm wearing Han's shirt

"Leia please! Just stay!"

"I'll leave the bed all to you." I said, heading out the door.

"WAIT! Leia! I…I…" I stopped and turned back around. Hold on a minute! Han Solo's stuttering?

"What?"

"I need you to stay."

"Why?"

"It's…It's embarrassing."

"Han Solo's embarrassed?"

"Yes." He meekly said.

"You're starting to sound like me!" I said, almost choking out a laugh.

"Leia, please! Just stay." He said, patting the bedspread next to him. I sighed and made my way over to his bed. I crawled under the covers and he pulled me towards him. I rested my head on his chest and smiled as I got comfortable in his arms. He planted a feathery kiss on the top of my forehead. "Thanks."

"Goodnight." I said.

"Night, Sweetheart."

I smiled as my head lay on his rock hard abs. I bet the women back at command base would kill to be me right now…I thought as I fell into a deep sleep filled with many romantic dreams.

But only of him.