Chapter Nine

Han

"You shouldn't be all that mad; I heard eggs are great for hair," the princess says lamely, trying to keep her composure in check. "What're you gonna do about it?"

"This," I grab the open bag of flour and thrust it forward, Her Highness covered in white powder. "Hey, Princess, now the rest of you matches your wardrobe!" I laugh at her.

"That's it, Solo, you made it personal!" She shrieks, grabbing the beaker of water and drenches me with it. "You told me you like to swim!" Her Highness cackles, tossing me a dish rag. "How do you like it now?"

"Food fight!" I howl, grabbing a half-eating muffin on Leia's plate from breakfast. I throw it and it hits her square in the face. She squeals and ducks behind the table, taking the bowl of fruit with her. Leia repeatedly hits me with grapes while I search for something else to throw at her. I find the perfect item.

"Leia, come out," I call sweetly.

"Fine," She grumbles and gets up, taking the bowl of fruit with her. "You know, we should really clean all this up-" Her sentence abruptly stops when a wave of milk hits her, drenching Her Holiness. "Solo!" Leia screeches, "You…you….bastard!" I stare at her in shock for a few seconds before I burst out laughing. "What are you laughing at?"

"You're so cute when you're mad!" I wheeze, unable to stop laughing at her. I see her cheeks turn red, the color spreading to her neck. She catches me completely off guard; Leia takes the cake pan filled with the chocolate cake mix and dumps it on my head.

"You have been beaten!" She laughs, swiping a finger over my nose and brings it to her mouth, licking the chocolate from it.

"Let me give you a congratulatory kiss," I pucker my lips, some chocolate dripping onto the floor.

She shoves me away, "Maybe later, flyboy. When you're not covered in bantha dung," Leia sticks her tongue out and skips to the 'fresher, flour and milk showing her trail.

"It just looks like that!" I protest stupidly, and she responds by laughing at me. Again.

"Captain Solo, what happened here?" C-3PO yelps from behind me.

"When did you get here?" I turn around to look at the golden droid.

"When Mistress Leia left-"

"Just clean it up, Goldenrod. And make dinner, while you're at it,"

I walk away just in time to hear him say, "Of course, Captain Solo."

After dinner, I find Leia and Chewie in the living area, on their datapads; Leia was doing work, no doubt, and Chewie was watching one of his old Wookie soap operas. He's really just an oversized teddy bear. Should have blamed the romance novels on him earlier today…

Leia looks adorable, her long hair held in two high pigtails on each side of her head, wearing her leggings- white, of course- that were under her snowsuit, and one of my old black shirts, which is obviously too big for her, as it reveals her entire left shoulder. I never thought that I'd associate Leia with being 'adorable'. She seems too…tough for that, I suppose.

I sit down next to her, but she seems completely oblivious to my presence, absorbed in her work. I pull one of her pigtails to get her attention, "Hey,"

She looks up at me and smiles, ruffling my hair. "Hey yourself," The princess places her hands on the back of my neck and pulls me close, my hands encircling her small waist. "So do I get that kiss for winning?"

"You tell me," I murmur, brushing my lips with hers.

I forget that Chewbacca is in the same room as us, until he moans, [Oh, brother. I'm outta here.]

"Chewie!" Leia cries, "Come back! You promised we'd talk!"

[Later, little princess,] the big Wook promises. She replies by throwing a couch cushion at him.

"Bye Chewie!" She calls after him, but he already shut the door to the cockpit.

"What do ya wanna do now?" I ask her, kissing her nose.

"Got any holos?"