Leia laughs as she watches a young man in uniform dance around the bar, stumbling along to the music as his friends cheer him on. Luke stands by the bar with Kes, nursing the beer in his hand as he shakes his head at the private. Leia turns away from the entertainment back to her drink, noticing it empty.

"You want me to get you another one?" Han asks from the chair beside her.

"It's fine, I can get my own." She responds, grabbing her glass and standing up from the table. As she begins to walk away from the table the intoxicated dancing man bumps into her, sending her stumbling back a few steps before falling backwards.

She feels two arms wrap around her before she can hit the floor, she looks back and sees Han had caught her. The force from her body jolts him back, causing him to fall back into his chair with Leia in his lap.

"Let me go." Leia demands, struggling to escape his arms.

"Wait a minute." Han answers, not letting go of the young woman. The drunk man stumbles past the couple once more, heading for his pals in the corner.

"Let me go, please." She pleads, trying to pry his arms off her.

"Don't get excited."

"Private, being held by you isn't enough to get excited." Leia challenges. Han stands up, pushing Leia up as he does so.

"Sorry sweetheart. I haven't got time for anything else." He winks, grabbing her glass from her hand and leaves for the bar. Leia pauses, pursing her lips in anger and sitting back down in her chair, attempting to stop herself from becoming flustered.

Luke makes his way back to the table, sitting down where Han used to sit.

"He really is something, isn't he?"

"Yeah, he definitely is." Leia mutters in response, not finding the resolve to look the blonde in the eye.

"You seem on edge, are you alright Leia?"

"I'm fine Luke."

"You seem flustered. Are you sure?"

"I said, I am fine." Leia answers. Han returns to the table, setting her drink in front of her.

"You're welcome." He says, sitting down in his chair with a beer.

"I didn't say thank you."

"You don't have to be so rude." Han retorts, getting irritated by her attitude.

"If you weren't so pompous, there'd be no reason to be rude." Leia snaps back, taking a small sip of her drink before excusing herself from the table to go sit with Winter, who sat with a few other women.

Luke chuckles at the exchange between the two, sipping on his beer.

"Yeah, laugh it up kid." Han responds, rolling his eyes.

"Well what do you think of her Han? One moment you want to kill her, the next you want to settle down with her." Luke says.

"Hey, it's not like that."

"Well what is it like?"

"I don't know, you think her and a guy like me?"

"No." Luke responds, not letting Han finish his sentence. Han looks over at the younger man, his eyebrow raised.

"Oh, I see." Han laughs. "Well she does have spirit, I'll give ya that."

Luke stares at Han, not understanding the implications of Han's sentence. Luke's eyes grow wide in realization and begins shaking his head.

"No, it's not like that." Luke responds.

"Sure, it's not." Han smirks, nodding his head as he takes a sip of his beer. Luke opens his mouth, trying to think of a response but decides to shut his mouth to end the discussion.

Luke stares over to the table of women, noticing a certain brunette stealing glances their way. He rolls his eyes, wondering when she was going to finally admit her feelings for him.

It had been a quiet evening, Chewie had been called out on a job which left Han and Leia on their own for dinner.

Han had decided Leia was useless in the kitchen and sent her away. Leia remains quiet but smirks to herself as she listens to Han curse away in the kitchen as she reads her book in the living room.

"You doing alright?" Leia yells from the other room.

"M fine." He responds

"Alright." Leia chuckles, continuing to listen to Han's struggle in the kitchen. Smiling, she turns her attention back to the copy of Grapes of Wrath in her hands.

"GODDAMN IT." She hears a yell from the kitchen again, she suppresses a laugh; not wanting to anger him any further. Her attention wavers again as she notices the lights flicker off and then back on again. It happens a few more times before the room goes completely dark.

"Fuck, what is it this time?" he grumbles, moving into the dark living room. "What did you do?"

"Excuse me?" Leia asks.

"Did you unplug that light? I told ya not to touch it, that outlet fries everything."

"You're honestly blaming me? It could have been you, banging around in the kitchen." Leia declares. A knock at the door echoes through the apartment. Leia hears shuffling through the living room, she smiles and shakes her head as she listens to him grumbling as he makes his way to the door.

Upon opening the door a little light shines into the apartment from a small candle.

"Han, the power has gone off through the building. I think it must be the breaker. Can you and Chewie go and fix it?" A woman's Irish accent echoes through the dark apartment.

"Of course Mrs. Kirk. We'll go right away." Han acknowledges

"Thank you dear." The middle aged Irish woman walks away from the door, trusting the man and his companion to take care of the problem.

"Goddamn kids." Han curses, not bothering to close the door. "Hey princess, I need you to come with me."

Han makes his way to the kitchen, grabbing a flashlight from under the sink. He switches it on, flinching at the sudden brightness of the room. He walks back to the living room, shining the light at Leia. She raises her hand, blocking the light from her eyes.

"Come on." Han calls out, slipping his shoes on. Leia stands from the couch, slipping her shoes which sat in front the sofa. She smooths out her plaid skirt, looking around the room adjusting to the light. Leia walks to the door, leaving the apartment.

"You coming or not?" She asks smirking as she looks a Han behind her.

"Very funny princess." Han rolls his eyes, shutting the door behind him. They walk silently down the hall, making their way to the stairs. Han opens the door, letting Leia into the breaker room first before following in behind her. Han walks over to the box, beckoning Leia to his side. "Hold this." He says, handing her the flashlight as he opens the box.

"Yeah just as I thought, goddamn kids screwin' around with the breakers. Okay, I'm gonna go make sure those kids didn't fuck around with some other things. I need you to flip these switches." Han takes the flashlight from her and walks away, leaving Leia in the dark. She feels around the box, finding the switches and flipping them on. The room becomes dimly lit, she goes to close the box, finding that the door wouldn't close properly.

She groans in frustration after trying to close it for the second time. She tries slamming it down a third time, with no result. She keeps the door closed, trying to maneuver the door shut. She feels arms wrap around her, placing his hands over hers as they try to help her close the door. Leia looks over, seeing Han behind her. She slams her body against his, trying to get him to back away.

"Hey your worship, I'm only trying to help." Han defends himself.

"Stop calling me that." Leia grits her teeth, still trying to close it. She hits her hand against the metal, sending shooting pains through her arm.

"Sure, Leia." He responds, her name sounding awkward on his tongue.

"You really enjoy making things so difficult."

"I do, I really do. You could be nicer though, I'm not all that bad."

"Occasionally, perhaps. When you're not being insufferable."

"Insufferable? I'm insufferable? I can live with that." He smirks, starting to massage her injured hand.

"Stop that." She orders.

"Stop what?"

"That. My hands are dirty." She responds, her voice softening.

"So? My hands are dirty too." He says, continuing to rub her hands. She pulls them away abruptly. "What are you so afraid of?"

"Afraid? I'm not afraid."

"You're trembling." He says, backing her into a corner. Leia's back hits the wall.

"No, I am not."

"I think you like me because I'm a scoundrel. There isn't enough of us in your life."

"No, I think your insufferable. I like nice men." Leia argues.

"So? I'm a nice man."

"You're delusional."

"Maybe so." Han smirks, leaning in closer pressing his lips to hers. Leia surprises herself responding to his kiss. Han moans, her lips were softer than he imagined; still not quite believing she was letting her kiss him. He pulls away, smirking still.

"Okay hotshot." Leia says, knowing two could play this game. She pulls him back, hungrily kissing him once more, enjoying the feeling of his lips on hers. She pushes him away and exits the room abruptly. Leaving Han bewildered and extremely happy.

Authors note:

Sorry for the wait, I've been extremely busy. please excuse my poor editing skills as well.

XOXO Tamorasky.