"You're beautiful," Han Solo trembled as he pulled away from her lips, looking deep into Leia's eyes. She looked back for only a second, taking in the warmth of his eyes as the two were locked into the blissful intimacy of love. Smiling back at the scoundrel, Leia lifted her chin up and brought her lips against his, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him back down to her level.
"You're not so bad yourself," she squeaked as she gasped for air, "flyboy."
There was much that Leia Organa accomplished in her short life – she was born a princess but built her career into becoming a stunning diplomat, using her skills and connections to be as educated as one on Alderaan could possibly be. She became the pride of the family, eventually becoming known to many in the Senate as her father's daughter, and she wore that title proudly: how she loved her father and mother.
She didn't have much experience with love: sure, there were flings here and there but nothing that ever seemed to last, nothing that ever made it to that final step. None that she ever trusted, at least. Becoming romantically involved in trying times as these proved difficult – forming tricky alliances that could so easily be broken. There were little nice men within the Empire; even fewer, men she could actually trust.
How she ended up here, merged together with this man, the scoundrel, shocked her – though wasn't entirely that surprising. Solo claimed to be rough around the edges with his sordid past but he held his friends to the highest regard, coming to both their rescue numerous times. His snark even matched her own wit, as the two constantly went toe to toe in passive aggressive matches, each trying to outdo the other. How he frustrated her…
But that frustration allowed her to be able to stay calm and at ease – which she needed after how much her world changed these past few years. The princess wouldn't ever open to admit to it but his joking and bumbling demeanor allowed her to relax with all the looming tension; he gave her a window to be the girl she'd suppressed for so long in order to be the leading woman that her people and planet needed. When she was with him, alone on the ship, it was like there was only the two of them.
Leia pulled herself away from him, sighing loudly as she tousled his unkempt hair, looking to the man with a generous smile on her face. "I told you I'm a nice man," he joked quietly as he laid his head on her lap. She laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pecking him lightly on the forehead as he slowly dazed off into slumber. That fierce and adventurous man looked so innocent and content in her lap – she wondered if she looked so different herself.
"The nicest," she nuzzled, slinking backwards and joining him in rest.