Chapter Four

Solo quietly entered the bunkroom, his boots clicking on the polished floor. "Hey, sweetheart," Han whispered in my ear, gently nudging my shoulder. "Wake up; we're almost there," I mumbled something unintelligible and stirred, still half-asleep. "C'mon; you'll have plenty of time to sleep when we land," He kissed my cheek then headed back to the cockpit.

He was right, I supposed. It was just past dinnertime on Ord Mantell, and we were only meeting our contact in three days. I needed rest, and a lot of it. From the daily explorations to the flight sims, Hoth really wore me out. I guess I shouldn't have been complaining; I heard some people say that I was going to be promoted to commander of Rogue Squadron. I highly doubted that, of course, since there were much better pilots on the squadron, like Wedge and Luke.

I stretched and yawned, rubbing sleep from my eyes. To be honest, I didn't want to go on the mission. The fact that we were partnering up with Black Sun scared the hell out of me. If Han was worried, he sure didn't seem it. "I've dealt with these kinds of people before," He had assured me. "Trust me,"

I had simply laughed and shaken my head. "Gods, Solo, you know how much I hate it when you say that."

The door slid open, revealing a rather small hotel room. It was sparsely furnished, but had the essentials; a bed, cooling unit, microwave and a desk with a couple of chairs. One door led to a closet, and the other led to the 'fresher. I inspected the rest of the suite as the pilot brought all the suitcases inside.

I re-entered the main room once more. Han nodded towards the bed. "Looks like we're gonna have to share, sweetheart," He winked over his shoulder while lugging our suitcases into the room.

I let him get by with a simple roll of my eyes instead of slapping him like I really wanted to. "I guess it's your lucky day, Captain," I purred.

A wide, slow grin spread across his face, desire evident in his hazel eyes. He walked towards me, his hands on either side of my waist, pinning me against the wall. Solo roughly kissed my mouth, eliciting a moan from me. I tangled my fingers in his brown hair, pulling him closer. His lips trailed a hot blaze across my cheeks and jaw line, then down my neck. "Wanna test the bed out, Skywalker?" He nibbled on my ear lobe. His fingers toyed with the buttons on my cardigan, sending shivers down my spine. He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist.

"I dunno, Solo," I replied huskily, trailing a finger down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt along the way. His breathing became heavier, bringing a smirk to my face. I drawled, "The bathtub looked rather…inviting,"

He kissed me once more, desperately this time. One of his hands held me tight against his body, while the other played with my hair. "I'll be the judge of that, sweetheart."

"You're joking!" Han gaped at me, his mouth ajar.

"I'm serious!" I laughed at his reaction, splashing water his way with my feet.

"You've never been in a bathtub?"

"No! And I don't see a problem with that!" I tried to hide my grin by sinking deeper into the water. Growing up on a desert planet, I wasn't able to take a bath. It was always sonic showers, and a real shower once every year or so. If I was lucky. "There's a lot of stuff I haven't done, actually," I admitted, scooping up some bubbles and blowing them in Han's general direction.

"Like what?" He smirked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"I've never taken drugs,"

"Understandable,"

"Never smoked,"

He snorted. "Not a surprise,"

"I've never had alcohol,"

That caught his attention. "What?"

"You heard me!"

"What-? Why not?"

I shrugged. "Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru didn't let me,"

"Three years have passed," He pointed out.

"Oh well," I stuck my tongue out at him, waving away the bubbles floating in the air. He hopped out of the tub, wrapping a towel around his waist as he ran out of the 'fresher. "Where are you going?" I called.

Han returned a minute later, two beer bottles in hand. He tossed me one, the cold bottle splashing water in my face as it landed half in my hands, half in the tub. Solo then tossed me a bottle opener. "C'mon," He urged softly, climbing back in the bathtub.

I pouted. "You're not trying to get me drunk, are you?" I teased, popping the cap off the bottle.

"Sweetheart, you're already taking a bath with me," He winked, my favourite lopsided grin on his face. I blushed, hesitantly bringing the bottle to my lips. The tip of my tongue touched the sweet liquid as Han watched in anticipation. "So?" He raised his own bottle up and took a swig.

I searched for the appropriate word. "It's…different," I said slowly, swishing the bottle around.

"You like it?"

"I guess," I shrugged. "I expected better,"

"We'll go out tomorrow," Solo promised, leaning against the tub. "I'll buy some better quality ones,"

"Han, you don't have to-"

He leaned in and cut me off with a soft kiss. "Anything for my girl, remember?"

I smiled against his lips. "And getting me drunk is good because…?"

The holovid beeped loudly, dragging both Han and I out of our peaceful sleep. He groaned and reached over for the device, simultaneously slipping a shirt over his head. I grabbed my shirt from the floor and buttoned it up. I patted my hair, trying to smooth out my cowlicks. "Who would call this early?" I yawned, covering my mouth up with my hand.

"It's Luke," Han grumbled back, pointing at the name on the holovid. "Not a surprise; that kid loves to check up on us," He rolled his eyes, waiting for a connection.

I chuckled quietly and shook my head. "Tell me about it. He couldn't wait for us to-" I stopped myself. There was no way I would tell him about me and Luke's little conversation.

"To what?"

"Never mind," I muttered, silently thanking the Gods when Luke appeared onscreen.

"Mornin'!" The prince chirped, a huge grin on his face.

"What do you want?" Han and I asked in harmony.

"How was your flight?" He avoided the question.

"Fine," Solo deadpanned.

"Good," Organa nodded his head once, his lips pursed. "I just wanted to let you two know you're going to have to meet your contact a day earlier,"

"The sooner the better," I replied confidently, betraying my worry.

"Glad you feel that way, Lieutenant Skywalker," The blonde offered me a small smile. He bowed his head. "Good luck."