Leia had settled at her desk hours ago, right after dinner. Han, who was fighting space lag after his most recent mission, had turned in not long after. Leia had decided to get some work done while he rested, hopefully earning herself some free time when her husband was back on Coruscant time.
She'd been contemplating throwing the towel in and joining him for the past 30 minutes as her eyes drooped closed and her mouth opened involuntarily in a yawn once again.
She leaned back in her chair and jumped a bit when his arms closed around her.
"When are you coming to bed?" He asked, pushing his face into Leia's neck to avoid the bright lights, leaving a few sleepy kisses along her collar bone.
"Soon," she promised. "I thought you went to bed hours ago."
"I slept for a little while, but I'm lonely," he complained, reaching carefully up to her face to gently tug her reading glasses off. He kissed her cheek. "The only reason I come home is so that I can cuddle in bed with my wife. That don't work well when she decides to be up til all hours," he mumbled sleepily, coming around from behind her to perch against the edge of her desk.
"The only reason you come home? And here I thought you liked me for my personality," she replied, standing and leaning against him.
"Come to bed with me and we'll discuss personalities in the morning," he mumbled, wrapping his arms around her and putting his cheek against the top of her hair.
"Okay," Leia agreed. She snapped off her desk lamp and followed him to their bedroom. She started around for her side of the bed, but Han caught her and scooped her up.
"Oh no, you don't. We're gonna snuggle, remember?" he asked. He placed her gently on his side of the bed near the center, climbing in after her and bringing the covers up around them. He snuggled against her and wound his long limbs around her petite frame. Leia turned her head for a brief kiss that Han clumsily accepted before his head fell onto the pillow they were sharing.
Leia's thumb gently rubbed his shoulder as he began snoring. Work would always be there tomorrow. She'd never run out of things to do. Moments like these, however, were precious, and she was going to savor every last one.
AN: Please R&R!